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Codes: nc, b+/older F, M+/F, FF, rape, blackmail, extortion, nc

   I.  New Tricks

   Sara knew there was going to be trouble when she heard that her son had
gotten into a really big argument at school.  It had gotten so far out of
hand that there had been a fight.  She talked with her son about what the
fight was about.  He became evasive and would not respond to her questions.
Finally, exasperated, Sara asked him what the three punks had said that
would make him fight so hard.  It turned out that she'd been called a bad
name and that the three told him that some night the three of them were
going to come over and show his mom some "new tricks".  Sara had chalked
the entire episode up as something that should be forgotten.  She knew,
ahead of time, the danger in going to the authorities.  Bernie King held
too much influence over her to make a big deal over a simple scrape in a
school and over something some punk might have said about her.  The only
problem, as far as Sara was concerned, was Jerome Baker a big black kid
that was indeed mean.  She talked to her husband about it and he agreed
that in a way the whole family was over a barrel if the authorities got
involved.  Best to leave it alone he had said as he left for a two week
training seminar on the East Coast.  He warned her about something she
already knew; Jerome Baker was bad news.  He had connections with some kind
of illicit group that had to do with extortion and gambling but those
connections were never confirmed by anyone.  It was because of what Bernie
King could do if she went to the authorities that Sara hesitated.  She
hated the big Black kid because on more than one occasion in the past he
had made her feel uncomfortable in front of his "friends".  His "friends"
were mostly white, his Black friends from outside the school system
provided him with the needed intimidation that made him so bold around the
older white females both married and unmarried.

   The Stones, Edward and Susan, were also going away.  Edward Stone, like
her husband, had a training seminar to go to.  Susan Stone, Edward's second
wife, was going to some other show about five hundred miles to the south.
She would be back, though, in only a day, maybe two days.  Sara had agreed
to watch not only the Stone's house, but to watch their son as well.  Jimmy
Stone was a really nice kid and a good friend of her own son so she didn't
see a problem.  She agreed to do some "house sitting" of the Stone place
while watching over the fifteen year old Jimmy Stone.  Susan Stone told
Sara what she expected Sara to do and gave her the key to their house.

   During the day time she spent a larger portion of the time at her own
place, only checking in on the other house from time to time.  After all,
most of her stuff was in her own house and the Stone's said they didn't
mind as long as she made regular periodic checks on their place.  They even
left their son, Jimmy, behind to stay with her own son as a companion.  The
two boys were about the same age, Jimmy was a year older, but they both got
along very well.  She had just finished doing the hardest of the gardening
tasks when the telephone rang.  The answering machine was off and she knew
the boys were inside preoccupied with a video game and probably couldn't
hear the ringing of the phone.  Sara put down her trowel, took off her
gloves, and went up her steps to the porch and the front door.  As she
opened her front door she realized something wasn't right.  She had walked
right into her own worst nightmare.  Her son and Jimmy were both sitting on
the davenport bound and gagged.  In one of the stuffed chairs of her own
home sat the big frame of Jerome Baker.  How the three had gotten past her
and into her house she wasn't sure, perhaps through the open back door.  It
really didn't matter how they had gotten in, what mattered now was that
they had and in the process by passed most of her safety precautions. 
Those precautions were in place because of what her son had told her about
Baker and his threat to make her learn "new tricks".  She had not any idea
what that had meant at the time and because she didn't want to find out she
had made provisions for that.  It appeared all those provisions had been
useless.  There were two other teens who appeared to be younger than Jerome
but older than either her son and Jimmy.  One of the punks had a big gun
and it was pointed at the two teens on the davenport.  The other punk, who
was off to her right, shut the front door.  The big black face of Jerome
Baker grinned as he said, "Told your son I'd be around to teach you some
new tricks and here I am Mrs.  Bergman." "What are you doing in my house?"
she demanded fearfully, the following it with, "I want you out, do you hear
me, leave, now!" "You snotty, stuck up old white bitches are all the same,
you know that," he said quietly.  Sara just stared at him too scared to
make a reply.  "It's obvious I'm going to hurt them if you don't mind you
manners Mrs.  Bergman.  Just to show you how painful your stupidity can
be......Gary cut her kid on the leg." "No!" Sara almost screamed, "Please
no, please don't do that!"

   But it was already too late.  Blood flowed onto the couch as her son's
leg was cut with a very long sharp knife welded by the punk with the gun.
Her son winced and leaned to one side.  "Now Mrs.  Bergman, you remember
Fred there to your right don't you?"

   Sara looked over at the grinning punk and vaguely remembered something.
Her son was bleeding!  He could bleed to death!  She shook her head no and
turned her attention back to Jerome and said, "Please," she said, "let me
attend to my son's cut, please." "C'mon bitch, take another look at Fred,
or we will let your kid bleed."

   Sara looked over at the kid that stood to her right.  He was a little
taller than her, thin build, thin hair, trying to go a mustache
unsuccessfully, brown hair blue eyes.  Somewhere, somewhere she did
remember him.  Where?  She racked her brain and finally her eyes widened.
He was the same punk that had put the hit up on her for a "date" that
worked at one of the stores.  She had of course reported him to the manager
and was glad that he had gotten fired.  She had disliked the way he looked
at her then and now.  Almost as if he were stripping her with his eyes.  "I
think it come to her, Jer," said Fred.  "That so Mrs.  Bergman, you
remember Fred now?' "Yes, I remember him." "That's good Mrs.  Bergman. 
Fred?"

   The punk grinned and said, "Looks like you got some dirty hands, don't
want to use dirty hands helping your son with his cut do you?" "N-no,"
replied Sara.  "Better wash up then, huh?" smirked the punk.  "Fred will go
with you Mrs.  Bergman," said Jerome as Fred stepped to one side.  Sara
swallowed nervously as she started to the bathroom and Jerome said, "Oh and
Mrs.  Bergman?"

   Sara hesitated looking over at the big Black kid.  "Yes," she replied.
"I think while you're washing your hands up you might apologize to Fred
here."

   Sara's face went white; she knew what Jerome was implying.  She turned
and was about to walk away when Jerome said, "Mrs.  Bergman, Fred better
not tell me he didn't like your apology otherwise your kid is going to pay
for it."

   She yelped as she felt Fred's hand on her rump as she walked to the
bathroom.  The reason for her yell was that he had pinched her, rather
painfully, as she walked in front of him.  Even before he closed the
bathroom door she knew it was going to be bad.  She washed her hands in the
sink as she saw him giving her the eye in the reflection of the mirror.  "I
wouldn't take too long washing them hands with the son out there bleeding
all over the furniture, baby."

   Sara always resented being called 'baby' and in fact that was one of the
main reasons she had reported the punk to the manager because she felt that
the term belittled her while it gave the punk some measure of authority
over her.  "Lo-look Fred I'm really ...." "I'm going to let you apologize
alright, but you'll do it topless, baby!" "Oh g-god, you're-you're not
serious are you?" "Your kid's bleeding out there," smirked the teenager.

   Sara blushed realizing what this punk said was true.  She didn't want to
do this but she had to get out there and soon.  A tear formed in her right
eye and she brushed it aside as she crossed her arms in front over her and
took the loose top off.  She tossed the blouse to one side, the eager
teen's eyes glued to her twin protrusions.  "He's bleeding....." was all
the goading that Fred needed for her to drop one bra strap then the other
as she reached behind her and freed the three snaps holding her bra into
place.  She felt, as she always did, the bra almost fly off her big boobs
as her boobs dropped from the lack of sudden support and bounced slightly.
Her nipples hardened in the cooler air and she could almost feel Fred's
eyes race across her breasts..  He stepped forward lifting them together
and as he fingered her nipples to an unwanted arousal he forced her to look
in his eyes.  While he was fingering her nipples, feeling her big breasts
in his hands and kneading the soft flesh like it was dough he told her,
"Now you can say your sorry, baby!" "I-I want to apologize for.....for
getting your fired Fred."

   Fred grinned as he fondled and said, "These are really nice.  Thanks for
letting me hold your tits, baby.  Apology accepted.  Put the top back on."
Sara reached for her bra as Fred said, "You won't be needing that for a
while, braless for now baby.  Jiggle wiggle time!"

   She'd heard the phrase before and she frowned but she put the top on
before going out into the front room to attend to her injured son.

   II. Jimmy's View Changes

   He knew he shouldn't be excited, but he was.  He was in Mrs.  Bergman's
bedroom, still handcuffed and still gagged.  He had half dragged, half
carried into the bedroom by Jerome who stood off to one side watching the
scene unfolding on the big bed.  He was half thrown half pushed into the
wall where he crumpled down helplessly but at least in a sitting position.
When he'd been sitting next to his friend out in the front room he had
jumped seeing the older Oswald suddenly advance and slice his friends leg
so that the blood began to well up on the couch.  He'd heard Mrs. 
Bergman's protest, heard what Jerome had to say all in almost a daze.  He'd
watched Fred feel Mrs.  Bergman's rump up as they headed for the bathroom
and he'd been very aware of the leer on Oswald's face when Fred had done
that to his friends mom.  Fred and Mrs.  Bergman were in the bathroom for a
good ten minutes before she came out.  Jimmy noted that as she walked her
boobies swayed from side to side and he could see the older woman's nipple
protrusions in her blouse top.  Jimmy realized that she'd gone into the
bathroom wearing a bra but had come out without one.  Jimmy thought that
Fred was really lucky to have seen that.  Then Jerome had picked up and
taken him to the bedroom.

   One of his best friends mom was getting raped right in front of him and
he shouldn't have been turned on by what he was watching, he knew, but he
was.  He couldn't help the boner he got as his penis swelled to as hard as
it had ever gotten.  In fact it felt like it almost was hurting.  On the
bed, not five feet from where he was bound, gagged, and forced to watch
Mrs. Sara Bergman was nude.  She was on all fours and she was crying. 
Jimmy saw Fred Wilson's penis which was very hard.  It wasn't as long as
his, Jimmy reflected smugly, and Fred was six years older than him!  Jimmy
saw Fred's penis, hard and jutting away from his hairy balls, before it
disappeared between the lips of Mrs.  Bergman and into her mouth.  Mrs. 
Bergman supported herself by holding onto Fred's hips and alternated
between that and using her right arm as a support on the bed.  Jimmy
watched while Fred force fed the woman his length and Jimmy could see the
woman's throat swell as she took the organ not only in her mouth but down
her throat was well.  Every time her throat got a little larger she gagged
and choked but recovered quickly when Fred pulled his organ, by moving his
hips back, away from her mouth.  Jimmy could easily see Mrs.  Bergman's
cheek hollow with her effort to please her rapist as Oswald prepared
himself to the rear of Mrs.  Bergman.  Looking over he saw Oswald was now
as nude as Fred was and then Mrs.  Bergman's tear filled face suddenly
jerked as Oswald's groin thrust towards the woman's backside.  At first
Jimmy wasn't sure if Oswald had been raping the older woman's pussy or her
ass hole.  Jimmy was street smart enough to know that this kind of sex was
called sodomy.  As Mrs.  Bergman jerked and shifted, actively screaming
around Fred's penis in her mouth, and showing all the signs of pain and
discomfort, Jimmy thought that Oswald must be fucking her in the ass.  This
was fixed firmly in Jimmy's mind when Oswald grunted that she had the
tightest ass hole he'd ever been in.  Jimmy saw the reason Mrs.  Bergman so
actively sucked on Fred's penis when Fred slapped her left breast making it
wiggle and leaving a red mark on the side of the breast that Jimmy could
easily see.  Sitting there, almost as if a stag show were taking place
before his very eyes, Jimmy realized that it must of hurt the woman when
Fred did that because the slurping sounds increased both in speed and
loudness right after Fred slapped the breast.  Jerome announced he was
going to check on Mrs.  Bergman's son as Fred continued to hold onto Mrs.
Bergman's head by her hair, occasionally slipping his hand down to her
breast to squeeze it and distort it's pendulant pear shape into a squeezed
round fruit shape.  The slapping sounds of Oswald's rape of the woman to
Jimmy's right were increasing as he groaned in pleasure from his actions.

   Unknown to his friend, Jimmy had secretly been fantasizing about his
friend's mother.  Jimmy had actively jacked off thinking of something very
close to what he as observing right now before his very eyes.  The only
time Jimmy had ever "slipped" was when he had made a comment to his friend
about his mom's jiggle and his friend had replied that she was well
endowed. Sometime after that, when he was visiting, he'd snuck into this
very room and located one of her bra's.  He remembered how he had dropped
the garment like it was suddenly hot as he read the numbers and the letters
on the tag.  He had picked the bra up again and read the tag again just to
be sure that he hadn't seen something wrong.  His friend's mom wore a
thirty-eight double 'DD' bra just like the models he'd seen in the magazine
called 'Bra Buster Babes'.

   Seeing those twin mounds jiggle in front of him now, as she was being
raped by a young man and a boy his age, Jimmy thought that they were bigger
than that.  He realized as he continued to watch that it was because of the
woman's position and the way her big tits hung from her body.  Her nipples,
though, were quite aroused.  Jimmy correctly suspected that even though she
was being forcibly raped she was slightly stimulated.

   Jerome came back into the room and after watching the on going rape for
a while walked over to Mrs.  Bergman's head and whispered something into
her ear.  Jimmy saw the woman almost immediately cup Fred's dangling balls
as Oswald groaned from behind her and pulled out of the woman to lay his
hard penis on her back near her naked buns and shoot his sperm from his
penis.  The sperm shot all the way up to Mrs.  Bergman's naked middle back
and pooled there as Oswald groaned and unloaded five really forceful
streams of fluid to her backside and then oozed out quite a bit as he took
his penis head and rolled it around the woman's tight buns facing him. 
Then Fred groaned and Jimmy saw Fred's hips shudder.  Jimmy knew Fred was
unloading his sperm into the woman's mouth.  Jimmy continued to watch and
saw some of Fred's thick goo ooze out between Mrs.  Bergman's bright red
lip stick colored lips and down her chin.  Fred continued to hold her head
between his hands as Jimmy watched almost in fascination as the woman's
Adam's apple bounced up and down as she swallowed Fred's cum.  Jimmy wished
he could start jacking off right there, but he couldn't do a thing.

   Mrs.  Bergman sobbed as soon as Fred pulled his deflated organ from her
mouth.  If Jimmy hadn't of been so turned out by what he just saw he would
have felt sorry for the woman the way she lay her head down and cried.  She
didn't get too much of a chance to cry though, because Oswald had put his
pants on while Fred had been cumming in Mrs.  Bergman's mouth.  Oswald
watched her for a moment before he reached up and grabbed a handful of
hair. The woman cried out with a different shriek as she was hauled from
the bed and to her feet.  Oswald pinned her right arm behind her back
forcing it upwards while pulling her head back forcing her jaw to open and
some of Fred's cum could still be seen to be lining her mouth as he turned
her forcefully and walked her around the bed and past where Jimmy sat.  She
was still half sobbing as Fred went with Oswald and took her out of the
room into the bathroom.  Jimmy didn't know what to think.

   He watched wide eyed as Jerome came over to where he was sitting.  Jimmy
openly had admitted his fear of the big black kid that should have
graduated from high school a few years back.  He felt himself cringe as the
big black boy knelt down to his level and said, "You like the show, kid?"

   Jimmy was scared.  He knew Jerome had no liking for him and he knew
Jerome had threatened his step mom as well as Mrs.  Bergman.  He didn't
care about his step mom though because she was a real pain.  Always after
him about something and he couldn't ever do anything right.  In Jimmy's
opinion, which he'd kept to himself, Susan Fritz was not his mom, step mom
or anything else, he just wished she had remained Susan Fritz instead of
becoming Mrs.  Susan Stone and married to his dad.  But now Jerome was
showing him more attention than he cared for.  Jimmy knew that if he lied
to the mean black kid he'd pay a price and all Jerome had to do was look
down and see the lump in Jimmy's pants.  Yes, he'd enjoyed watching Mrs. 
Bergman get raped.  He nodded.  "Yeah, so did I.  I know that you don't
care for your mom," said Jerome.

   Jimmy had no idea where this one way talk was going.  First he'd been
asked if he liked seeing Mrs.  Bergman get raped, now Jerome was telling
him something that would have been obvious to almost anyone watching Jimmy.
"I want you to know I don't care much for your mom either."

   Jimmy just stared.  "When the time is right I need to know where Missy
Big Tits here stuffed the key to your place."

   Now Jimmy saw where Jerome was heading.  He was going to do his step mom
too!  "So I got this here deal for you.  Bet you'd like big tits to suck on
your wiener a while, wouldn't you?"

   Jimmy closed his eyes and slowly nodded.  God to have her to that for
him.  "How about a good fuck too?"

   Jimmy's eyes widened and he nodded now more rapidly.  He'd never had sex
before and having sex with this woman would be really something regardless
of whether she wanted to do it or not.  "I'm gonnah leave you right here so
you can watch me fuck her.  That way you'll be ready when I'm ready for you
to do your thing, ok kid?"

   Jimmy didn't respond he just looked at Jerome.  "I know about you and
Terry," said Jerome chuckling as Jimmy felt his face go bright red and it
burned.  Terry Mitchell was a girl he'd dated for a long time.  He'd never
gotten any sex from the girl other than a couple of hand jobs but he had
learned how to give the girl pleasure with his tongue.  The somewhat older
teenager had complimented him on his technique then proceeded to tell all
of her friends about Jimmy and his special abilities.  Jimmy had never been
so humiliated in his life!  "You do your thing on big tits when she comes
back and I'll let you be with her most of the night.  Yeah," said Jerome
seeing Jimmy's eyes widen, "we're going to be here and there for a while
yet.  Might as well enjoy some, eh kid?"

   Jimmy nodded again feeling perverse and yet very excited.  "I'll make it
so that the old broad thinks your being forced into it, but if you get her
all worked up for me, well I'll make it worth your while.....now and
later."

   Jimmy felt his head hesitantly nod that he agreed.

   Not twenty seconds later and Mrs.  Bergman was being escorted back into
the bedroom.  Oswald had her pinned up close to his body.  Her arm was
being held behind her back and her head was pulled back so that Oswald
could look into her face.  It was obvious to Jimmy that the woman couldn't
see where she was going.  He noted that she had a lot of make up on and
that Oswald and Fred had been busy with her.  She now wore a pair of high
heels and an old fashioned garter belt supported hose.  Jimmy thought she
looked very nice.  Her bush stood out between her legs as she was pushed up
to Jerome.

   Jerome spent a good five minutes examining Mrs.  Bergman's nudity and
paying special attention to her large boobs which he squeezed and distorted
out of shape.  Her mauled her big boobs leaving finger prints on her white
skin which had obviously not been exposed to the sun.  He pulled on her
nipples making them hard, erect, no longer bead like, but firm extensions
to her big breasts which bounced attractively after each twisted pull her
put on them.  Then he bent her over, not two feet from Jimmy's face as
Jimmy watched in awe her huge watermelon shaped boobs dangling from her
body as Jerome moved his hand from her belly up to her big tits making them
more pronounced as he pushed the twin orbs closer to the older woman's
chin. Mrs.  Bergman couldn't see Jimmy ogling her naked tits because her
head was pulled back by her hair.  Her mouth was open as she moaned,
though, and he could see the saliva in her mouth and her tongue.  After a
few more minutes of twisting and pulling on her nipples he turned back to
Jimmy and said, "Alright kid, you do like I tell you unless you want your
friend to die!"

   Jerome then took the gag out of Jimmy's mouth and unfastened his wrists
but not his ankles.  In the meantime Oswald had been feeling Mrs. 
Bergman's breasts up and hurting them as he whispered something into her
ear.  She cried as she nodded moving her head in a very limited way.  Then
she waddled back and forth and spread her legs a little.  Jerome moved
Jimmy into place.  Jimmy's eyes were now focused on Mrs.  Bergman's thick
pussy lips.  He leaned forward and licked the lips of her pussy, sliding
his finger through her hot slit.  From above Jimmy heard Mrs.  Bergman's
voice say, "Oh dear god no!  Plea-please don't make him do that to me,
plea-please!" she begged.  She was laughed at Jimmy could tell as his
tongue licked the older woman's channel; then entrance to her pussy.  Jimmy
slid a finger inside the older woman's pussy just as he licked her musky
smelling clit.  He didn't mind the smell because he knew what the reaction
was going to be.  Her pussy was tighter than Terry's had been, Jimmy
reflected.  He licked her clit and sucked on it as he felt the older
woman's hips slide from side to side trying to avoid his tongue.  He was
prepared for that and licked her channel as she slid away and then her
pussy lips.  He felt, rather than saw, Jerome push her hips back so that
Jimmy could renew his oral stimulation of the older woman.  This time as he
licked and sucked her he felt her groin undulate towards his face.  From
above he heard her mewing and almost crying as he slid his finger rapidly
in and out of her juicy box.  He continued to lick her clit and was
rewarded by her first climax as he felt her pussy muscles clinch around his
finger and then begin to vibrate.  He knew, from the sounds she was making
above him, that she had masked her climax and when he grinned he knew she
could feel the effect of his grin on her flesh.  He felt her pussy vibrate
again over his finger as he continued to lick and suck the clit,
alternating between her clit and her pussy lips.  His finger, buried inside
her hot snatch, told him when she climaxed and how often.  He slid his
finger around while sucking and licking as he heard the woman announce from
above that she was climaxing.  Her control was slipping and that was what
Jimmy wanted.  He continued feeling her climaxes coming more and more
rapidly around his finger.  She was headed towards an orgasm when he pulled
his mouth away and nodded to Jerome.

   He watched as Oswald almost through the older woman on the bed.  She
fell like a rag doll.  Jerome was already nude and when her body hit the
bed he was on top of her quickly as the big black kid used his knee's to
open the older woman's thighs.  He grasp a breast squeezing it and Jimmy
heard her moan.  Oswald reposition Jimmy in the bird's eye view and Jimmy
watched as the big black organ that belonged to Jerome penetrated the
slickness of the older woman's pussy.  Jimmy saw Mrs.  Bergman's buttocks
leave the bed as she pushed upwards towards the invading erection.  Then
Jerome slammed his full length into her, his balls bouncing on her ass
cheeks, as Jimmy heard the woman moan.  Jerome rotated his groin while
maintaining full insertion for a while, until the woman picked up his
rhythm and copied his movements.  As time wore on and her moans filled the
room along with the squeaking protests of the mattress on which she lay
Jerome began pumping in and out of her snatch.  Jimmy heard Mrs.  Bergman
use words that he thought she never would use.  She, at first started with
"fuck me good" and finished with "oh those fucking balls and cock,
fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck it!" as she was screaming out her climatic orgasm and
Jerome emptied himself into her.  Some of Jerome's sperm, Jimmy saw, oozing
from between Mrs.  Bergman's pussy lips spilled out of her open hole and
onto the bedspread of the bed.  As Jerome pulled his big black erection
from her spent pussy.  Mrs.  Bergman just lay there, nylon covered knees
spread wide not moving.  There was a squishing, plopping sound, as Jerome's
organ left the older woman's pussy and Jimmy realized that there was almost
a suction on Jerome's big dick.  Then Jimmy heard Jerome say, "Not a
fucking bad fuck for an older bitch!"

   Jerome rolled over on his right side away from the unmoving form of the
woman.  Then Jerome got off the bed and Jimmy saw Mrs.  Bergman laying
there like she was asleep or something, her arms off to one side limply and
her big breasts still rising and falling swiftly but slowing down rapidly.
Jimmy realized she was unconscious.

   Jerome got up off the bed and put his trousers on.  Jimmy noticed he
didn't put his underwear on and he thought that was strange until Jerome
used his underwear to wipe his juice covered shiny rod off.  He then shoved
his now dirty underwear between the lips and into the mouth of Mrs. 
Bergman who was still laying nude on the bed.  Jerome took something out of
his pocket and walked over to where Jimmy was at and said, "Good job kid,
your time is coming, but not just yet."

   Then Jimmy saw Jerome reach out and put something under his nose.  Jimmy
held his breath as long as he could then when he did breathe the lights
went out.  He felt himself slipping away as his eyes closed and he joined
his friends mom in an unconscious state.

   He awoke with a start, jerking his head backwards and running into
something hard!  Jimmy slowly became aware of some disturbing realizations.
He found himself staring into the open eyes of Mrs.  Bergman!  When he
moved his neck back again he found that her head moved with him and she
spoke, "Don't move too much Jimmy, please." "Where-where am I," he
stammered out as he started to realize he was confined in some kind of a
box with holes in the sides and top.  "We are in a box together.  We were
put in here by that terrible monster called Jerome." "Sor-sorry about
earlier, Mrs.  Bergman," Jimmy said referring to the oral stimulation he'd
given her and then suddenly he became aware of both his own nudity and
hers! God he was laying next to this woman naked!  She was naked too!  His
arms were pinned at the elbows and his hands, oh god, his hands were
cupping Mrs.  Bergman's perfect breasts.  Dare he squeeze?  "I think," she
whispered back to him, "we ought to be more concerned about now."

   Jimmy knew what she was talking about too.  His penis was swelling and
rubbing up against her and there was no where for her to go.  Her arms were
also pinned but behind her back.  "I-I'm sorry Mrs.  Bergman, but-but I
won't be able to stop-stop it," he half wailed as his organ swelled getting
harder and longer and dangerously close to penetrating her pussy whether he
wanted to or not.  Then she moved her hips toward him and whispered in his
ear, "Let it happen Jimmy.  Don't worry!"

   He felt his hardness slip into her wet, very hot interior.  He was in
heaven.  He fondled her big breasts feeling her nipples harden to his
touch. Jimmy moved his own groin towards the woman's as he felt himself
slide deeper into her pussy.  She opened her knee's as much as she could in
the confined space as he penetrated her pussy all the way to his groin.  He
was buried inside her!

   He lay there gasping and then he pushed his lips onto hers in the
semi-darkness and felt the older woman respond!  God, it felt good to kiss
her and at the same time have his harder than hard prick inside her.  He
felt the soft, yet firm, roundness of her naked breasts and when he flicked
her nipples with his fingers she half moaned and darted her tongue into his
mouth.  Jimmy was in heaven.  Then he felt her move her hips back only to
push closely to his hips.  Jimmy felt his hard on slip to nearly the
entrance of her wet pussy only to slide all the way back deep into her
again.  She sighed and disengaged her lips from his moving her head so that
her lips were just under his ear lobe of his left ear.  She licked his neck
then whispered in his ear, "Fuck me, Jimmy, use that big young cock and
fuck me good!"

   He'd never heard any woman talk like that.  Her words excited him though
and he couldn't help but begin the fucking process.  She put a hickey on
his neck, he could feel it there, as she moved her mouth again over to his
and kissed him deeply all the while Jimmy was enjoying the feel of her big
breasts as he fondled them with his hands even though his arms were
restrained.  She moaned as he came.  He came suddenly and without warning
as he shot his load of ejaculation into the older woman's pussy.  Into the
pussy of a mom an older woman.  She was still moaning as he finished his
climax and started to deflate.  She lay there breathing heavily next to him
and Jimmy realized he hadn't satisfied her.  His penis deflated until he
was almost, but not quite, out of her pussy.  He lay there in his own and
her juices.  There wasn't anything else to do.  Gradually because he was
young and because the woman wasn't satisfied and she was still licking and
kissing his lips he became aroused a second time.  His organ began to
thicken, filling with desire in only a few seconds.  Mrs.  Bergman
responded by moving her hips as best she could to excite him further as he
wiggled inside her slippery but surprisingly tight pussy.

   The box they both were in suddenly rolled to the left.  Jimmy found
himself pulled by gravity to the bottom while Mrs.  Bergman's form was on
top of him.  He gasped at first feeling the full weight of the chubby older
woman but there was also the added pleasure of penetrating her deeper than
he had before.  Suddenly the top and sides of the box were removed.  Mrs.
Bergman immediately was able to sit up, his erection still buried inside
her but her nylon covered knee's straddling either side of his body.  Jimmy
wasn't aware of where he was at and at that instant in time he could have
cared less.  His best friends mother was moving her pussy up and down over
his erection as she actively pumped him now freed of the confinement of the
box.  Jimmy watched as her glorious breasts bounced as she lifted and
dropped herself over his hardness and he couldn't help but churn beneath
the pleasure of her pussy and the sight of her big jugs bouncing around
before his very eyes.  He watched as Mrs.m Bergman closed her eyes, then
cried out and climaxed.  She almost wailed she came so hard.  Jimmy was
right behind her as he unloaded his second major ejaculation inside the
older woman.  The way her pussy muscles flexed over his stiff cock Jimmy
was pretty sure that this woman was experiencing a significant climax if
not an actual orgasm.

   Then the two heard the clapping and jeering.  Jimmy turned to see that
Jerome and Gary Oswald were obviously pleased over the recent sex act
exhibition.  Mrs.  Bergman, still tied, cried out, "Oh my god!" and started
to cry.  Her pussy muscles clamped down in obvious sudden fright and Jimmy
groaned actually climaxing yet again as the woman unwittingly masturbated
his cock inside her.  He was only partially aware of why she had reacted
the way she had.

   Jimmy turned his head and saw why.  Her son was watching both of them.
What was more they were no longer at Mrs.  Bergman's home but were at his
place, Jerome having gotten the location of the key from Jimmy.

   Jimmy began to wonder what was going to happen next.

   Part III Tortured Feelings

   She had been raped, repeatedly, in her own home.  Then somehow, she
wasn't sure how, she'd been drugged and taken to the Stone residence. 
There, she remembered briefly being briefly entombed in a box as her son's
naked young friend was tied and placed along side her with her facing him.
She had thought when she had been placed in the crate like box that the box
was in the basement of the Stone home but she wasn't sure.  It didn't take
long for the inevitable to happen, what with the horny young teenager, and
a nude older woman laying side by side.  They began to have sex and it was
pretty good sex too, considering that the young man was young enough to
have been her own son!  But then the evil three rapist had even something
more humiliating for Sara as the box was rolled over and her full body
weight fell against the youth.  Because her wrists were restrained behind
her back she could not do anything other than lay against him with his
erection buried deep inside her.  Then the box was removed so that only the
young man lay on one side of the box and she was allowed to sit up, still
with his penis buried in her.  It didn't take long for him to realize this
as well, as he began to grind into her from beneath.  The action on the
part of the fifteen year old, caused her an older woman to "loose it" as
she began bouncing up and down over his rod of flesh.  Her excitement
intensified as she felt her big breasts bounce with her efforts and she
heard the younger man groan in pleasure beneath her.  She was completely
oblivious to her surroundings as an intense wave of sexual pleasure filled
her emanating from her overworked pussy and then upwards through her body.
Her breathing intensified, her motions became almost frantic as she bounced
and ground herself on the stiff rod poking her flesh.  The first climax
sent her almost through the roof, the second and she was gasping like a
fish out of water, her eyes closed as she experienced wave after wave of
fantastic pleasure.  The third and final climax which sent her into
complete orgasmic pleasure was when she felt the boy's thoroughly thick
penis get even thicker and then shoot off his load inside her.  The boy was
in the process of his second big ejaculated load when she reached her
orgasmic climax level and screamed, wailing as she ground herself over the
pleasure rod of the youth beneath her.  She wasn't sure, but she had the
feeling that her vocal announcement of her climax intensified the youths
climax as well as she felt his third and final ejaculation shoot up inside
her.  As she came down from the sexual high she began to hear murmurs that
intensified in her own ears to clapping and jeering.  Looking around in
horror she realized she'd provided not only the three rapist with a
spectacle of her sexual climax but her own watching son!  Sara felt shame
wash over her as his eyes accused her of what she was already aware of. 
She'd had forced sex with his friend but instead of fighting it she'd
enjoyed it!  She was as bad as the three rapist that forced her into this!
She cried in her shame but it did little to make her feel better as she was
removed from the still stiff youth's penis by Fred and Oswald.  They lifted
her by the armpits and there was a further humiliation of hearing her own
genitals make a sucking noise as she was separated from Jimmy's still thick
rod of flesh.



   Jerome separated her from the two boys then in a room that was up the
steps that led to the basement.  She sat limply in a chair and cried as
Jerome told her that if she didn't cooperate fully her son would pay the
price.  She already knew Jerome was fully capable of carrying out what he
had said and when he told her he'd let Oswald cut her son's penis off she
believed him.  The rapist were very effective at using her own son and her
son's young friend against her.  Shortly after that terrible incident in
the basement she'd been removed from Jimmy's spent organ and given a slip
to wear.  The young punks were not foolish enough to leave her untied. 
They tied one of her hands behind her back using a rope around her stomach.
She had one free hand and was dressed in a slip, hose, heels, and a garter
belt.  In this outfit she fixed the three rapist some hot food then served
it to them.  The slip didn't belong to her, but it belonged to Susan Stone
who wasn't home yet and probably wouldn't be until late tomorrow.  It was
virtually see through and her darker areola were obvious beneath the thin
material of the slip.  The slips' hem was about four inches above her
knee's and was lacy.  The fact that the three were waiting for Mrs.  Susan
Stone bothered Sara and she thought about it as she prepared, then served
the food to the hoodlum rapist.  After they were fed she cleaned up and
after that Fred let the rope loose so that she could blow him.  It was
disgusting to Sara but she didn't want her son to loose his penis as Jerome
had threatened he could if he let Oswald loose on her son.  Kneeling on the
kitchen floor with Jerome watching and Oswald commenting about her pretty
nylon covered legs she gave Fred a blow job sucking his erection and hoping
he would be satisfied with that.  His penis had a metallic, salty taste
that almost made her vomit.  She was wrong about her attempt to satisfy
Fred.  After he'd been fucking her mouth a while he told her to stand and
bend over.  Fearfully, the older woman bent over, using a kitchen chair for
support and was humiliated as she saw Jerome look down between her dangling
cleavage as she grunted, then screamed in agony as Fred slid his rock hard
penis into her rectum.  She felt as if she were coming apart as he slid in,
his saliva covered penis not very well lubricated for his forceful entry.
Oswald was grinning and moved closer to fondle her dangling breasts and
squeezing and pinching both of her nipples as she put her head down and
cried feeling Fred's penis slide in and out of her poop chute.  Sara was
aware that Jerome had moved, but only dimly as Oswald's fondling was
beginning to arouse her and now with Fred's manipulating her pussy lips she
felt herself become more and more stimulated despite the fact that she was
being raped in the ass.

   Then she felt Fred's fingers on her clit!  She couldn't take that and
the stimulation on her big nipples.  The older woman climaxed moaning as
Fred continued to pump in and out of her poop chute.  "God, bitch, you got
on hell of a tight ass!" said Fred as he continued to rape her.  "Yeah,
don't I know it," said Oswald, "one of the tightest I've ever been in."

   She was approaching her second climax, moaning, twisting and turning as
Fred felt her clit, pulled apart her pussy lips and slammed deeply into her
rectum widening her sphincter and at first what had been pain was quickly
becoming an intense arousal.  Sara shocked herself as she churned into his
big cock slamming in and out of her ass and came a third and final time in
orgasmic pleasure.  At the same time Fred pulled his organ from her ass and
sprayed her slip covered back with his triple ejaculated load.  Sobbing
Sara dropped to her knee's only then looking over and finding Jerome to her
right leaning up against the counter with a video camera up to his head. 
As he lowered the camera he winked first at her, then at Fred, and said,
"Got her ass fucking on tape.  She seems to like getting it up the butt!"

   Sara just sobbed as the tears ran down her face.  She felt totally
humiliated.  But her humiliation was far from over.  Jerome had a few evil
idea's that he wanted her to perform before the evening set in.

   Fred taped her having sex with Jerome while Oswald fucked her from
behind.  The feeling of having two cocks in her at once so close to each
other made her sick at first but then as the action continued on the floor
she found herself become aroused yet again.  God, she felt like a slut!  At
first it was really difficult to feel anything other than complete
humiliation as the two erections slid in and out of her pussy and ass hole
not necessarily in unison with Fred taping the whole thing, but then as
time wore on and she became aroused she forgot about Fred and the camera
and started to go through yet another orgasmic climax.  She'd never had two
so close together; usually they were weeks apart not hours!  Sara hated
what they were doing to her and yet at the same time she knew that she was
part to blame.  Her total obedience to their obscene demands made her look
like a real slut and on tape.....she could just imagine what it looked
like; rape or not.

   Her rape ordeal was only just getting started, but she hadn't realized
that yet.  Oswald held the video camera as she got down on her knee's and
licked Jerome's legs to his balls, then licked his balls and cock.  After
covering his black organ in her own saliva and making it shiny she began to
suck on the head of the big black's penis first on her knee's then later as
Jerome positioned himself on the floor as she lay across him, her breasts
rubbing his balls as she sucked and licked his huge erection.  Her
humiliation was intensified when Oswald had found Mrs.  Stone's vibrator.
The penis shaped vibrator was now in Sara's pussy, as she lay there feeling
her own body weight push the huge dildo deeper and deeper into her pussy
while she sucked, licked, and masturbated Jerome's penis with her mouth,
lips, and tongue.  Jerome came suddenly and almost without warning as his
black hose sprayed her face with his ejaculation.  Sara thought he was
complete and was pulling away when he grabbed her and told her to keep
blowing him!  His cum oozed down the bridge of her nose, ran down her
cheeks, and fell off her chin as she put his big cock back in her mouth and
began sucking him yet again with his first climax all over her face.

   Jerome called her a cock sucking married bitch as she moved her head up
and down over his massively thick organ.  Surprising even herself, Sara
thought of Jerome's big erection as a cock rather than a penis.  This
personal revelation for some reason made the older woman aroused.  She
couldn't identify the reason, all she knew was that with the black kid's
cum still running down her cheek while she performed yet another blow job
on the youth she was becoming more and more turned on even though her jaw
muscles were beginning to ache from the strain of keeping her jaw spread
wide for Jerome's huge thickness.  Then as she thought he was nearing
another climax her grabbed her head and held her so that half his length
was buried in her mouth and then he rolled her over.  To Sara's horrified
shock she felt his rod move deeper into her mouth and then down her throat
as the black kid above her groaned sending his ten inches of rock hard
flesh down her gullet.  She fought on the floor, flaying her arms and legs
about as he spearheaded her mouth with his terrible shaft, force face
fucking her until he came.  His organ got even harder in her mouth and she
was having difficulty in breathing as he unloaded deep in her throat.  She
couldn't taste anything other than his big salty rod as he continued to
dump his vile load down her throat and in her stomach.  When he finally
withdrew her throat felt as raw as sandpaper and she choked.  Even after
her choking, and spitting up of only a little of his cum, she found it
difficult to talk and her voice sounded hoarse even to her.

   Oswald was with her when she showered.  He watched as she stripped off
the little clothing she had on and then took a shower right in front of
him. She didn't care any more about privacy, but she was grateful for the
chance to remove the combined slime from her body and hair.  After her
shower she towel dried in front of Oswald who then supervised her
application of make up and mascara.  If it wasn't enough, in Oswald's
opinion, he sent her back to the mirror to apply more.  When she was
complete she looked in the mirror and saw a very made up woman; something
almost like a street walker.  She was given her own blue two inch heels,
nude tinted hose, and a white garter belt.  Then she put on her blue skirt
which she had been told that Fred had gotten from her house while she was
entertaining Jerome.  A matching navy blue jacket went with the skirt.  She
wore neither blouse nor bra and no panties.



   Jimmy sat there staring at the older woman as she was escorted into the
guest room in his own house.  His step mom had made every effort to make
the guest room more than just a bedroom; almost turning it into a separate
living quarters area.  Jimmy sat on the ugly couch his step mom had bought.
He never liked that couch, it was both black and red in color.  It was
moody, it was dark and yet it was suggestively conspicuous of his step
mom's stormy personality.  The woman that was being escorted into the guest
room though wasn't his step mom, she was the mom of one of his better
friends.  Her name was Mrs.  Sara Bergman and he had already had sex with
her.  He thought it had been good sex but he was certain she had thought it
was perverted sex because he was only fifteen.  She was wearing something
that would have been conservative if she would have had the clothes that
normally went with it; a dark blue skirt and jacket.  She wasn't wearing a
blouse and her boobs were bouncing freely around beneath the jacket.  Jimmy
felt himself getting hard just looking at her as she was moved into the
room and told to sit down next to Jimmy.

   Jerome had already talked to Jimmy alone and the vicious kid had told
him that if he didn't cooperate he'd find himself in a lot of pain.  Jimmy
believed him.  The big black kid had found a video camcorder and had
already taped Mrs.  Bergman in action but now wanted Jimmy and her to get
it on together.  Jerome wanted Jimmy to act as if Mrs.  Bergman was
seducing him.  To Jimmy this was a dream come true but he kept his thoughts
to himself.

   Jimmy could tell that Mrs.  Bergman had been crying, but now she was in
control of herself and she had on twice as much make up as he'd ever seen
her in.  She came over and sat down next to Jimmy and the two of them
waited while the three hoodlums prepared for the evil plan.

   As the older woman sat there he could hear her breath and he cast
glances over at her with her legs crossed and her skirt hem at about middle
thighs.  He wondered what it would be like and he didn't have to wonder
long.

   When the camera was taping and Jerome nodded at Mrs.  Bergman, she
reached over and grabbed Jimmy's left hand and put it on her exposed nylon
covered left thigh.  Her legs were crossed.  She looked at Jimmy and smiled
and said, "Do you like me, Jimmy?" "Ye-yes, I sure do Mrs.  Bergman," he
replied hesitantly.  "How about my legs, do you think they're too fat,
chubby?" she asked as she continued to hold his wrists and move his palm
back and forth over her exposed thighs.  "Not-not at all," Jimmy responded
feeling the tight firmness of the older woman's silky smooth thighs under
his palm.  "Would you like to feel more, Jimmy?" "I-I.....yes, yes I would
Mrs.  Bergman," he responded.

   She released her hold on his wrists as he slid his hand back down
towards her foot and over the widened part of her calf that was pushed that
way by her knee beneath.  Then the Jimmy ran his hand all the way upto her
hem line which was about half up her thighs.  He leaned into her and felt
her lean towards him and then her lips were on his as she kissed him,
opening her mouth and using her tongue to open his lips.  She slid her
tongue into his mouth while he felt her hand move up his leg to his crotch.
He felt the older woman's hand on his crotch then he felt her give his
crotch an erotic gentle squeeze.

   His own hand slid under the older woman skirt and moved around the
roundness of her upper naked thighs, up beyond the covering of her gartered
hose, and as his hand slid towards her crotch she uncrossed her legs giving
him free access to her naked crotch.  She wasn't wearing panties!  He
groaned in pleasure as his fingers slid along her open slit and her legs
widened.  She now too groaned as the two embraced holding each other and
obviously aroused.  Jimmy wasn't sure how the woman's jacket had opened and
he didn't care as his other hand slid under the jacket and cupped her huge
naked breast.  He flicked her nipple under the jacket as she moved.  At
first he thought she was going to disengage from the kissing, but she
didn't.  She moved to take off the jacket giving him a view that almost
made him want to cum right then and there.  She broke away from the kiss
and said, "Stand up will you Jimmy."

   Confused, the youth obeyed.  His hard on was obvious beneath his jeans.
He looked down at the older woman's big breasts fully exposed and her skirt
up over the tops of her hose and was amazed as she unfastened his belt,
then unsnapped his pants and unzipped his zipper.  His friends mom then
dropped his jeans and he stepped out of them rather than fall because of
the restriction about his ankles.  She licked her lip stick lips and
hesitated, then hooked her fingers in his shorts and pulled them down as
his cock sprang into view inches from her face.  She cradled his cock in
both hands as he groaned, then she leaned forward and kissed his erection
right on the tip of his cock!  Jimmy groaned even more loudly, then gasped
in pleasure feeling her warm mouth suddenly surround his cock head.  She
looked up at him and the camera just over his left shoulder as she plunged
her head forward shoving more of his erection deep into her mouth.  Jimmy
had never experienced anything like this before and when the woman started
to suck, slurping over his thickness, he thought the whole world was
revolving around him and the woman pleasing him.  He had to remind himself
that she was an older, married, woman, a mom, but he was having difficulty
keeping reality and fantasy separate as the woman moved her head back and
forth on his length.  He came suddenly when she cupped his balls.  His cock
suddenly got harder than he'd ever felt it before and he squeezed off a
huge amount of cum.  Mrs.  Bergman's eyes widened in shock as he dumped his
load in her mouth and some of his cum oozed from the corners of her lips
which were still wrapped around his hard length.  She choked, but she
continued to orally please him.  He felt her muscles working around his
organ, still in her mouth and realized she was swallowing his load.

   There was a break in the sex as Jerome shut off the tape.

   In the next scene Jimmy was asked to get her excited with his mouth. 
Jimmy had no trouble doing that and after Mrs.  Bergman was suitably wet he
penetrated her pussy from behind while she was on all fours facing the
camera.  As Jimmy fucked the older woman's pussy, now with hard, deep
strokes, she seemed to be getting a lot out of his sex with her even though
her big breasts bounced with every in-thrust.  Jimmy realized this was what
Jerome wanted as the camera focused on the woman's face and dangling boobs,
as the twin orbs bounced back and forth from the slamming of her pussy
against Jimmy's kneeling form.  She came and when she did Jimmy felt
reasonably certain it was for real because he felt her pussy muscles
actually oscillate over his rod of flesh buried deep in her from the rear.

   The next sex scene was with Mrs.  Bergman tied to his mom's heavy duty
rocking chair.  The same rocking chair his dad had got upset over because
of the cost.  Now, Jimmy was sitting in the chair with Mrs.  Bergman
sitting on his lap facing the wrong way.  Her legs were tied to the back
legs of the large rocker, and her boobs were fully exposed.  His hard on
was buried inside the older woman's wet pussy and Jimmy knew she was
aroused because of the wetness on his own naked thighs.  His arms were tied
at the elbows allowing him to cup her large breasts.  Then the rocking
chair was set into motion.  He felt his prick slide up and down inside the
older woman.  Her arms were tied to the rocking chair's back so that she
could pull away from kissing him but she apparently wasn't interested in
that as Jimmy fondled the soft, firm mounds topped with hard red nipples.
As Jimmy flicked a nipple, while she was kissing him, he felt her shudder
and actually felt the older woman's pussy ripple around his raging hard on.
He thought she might have come and was in the process of getting his own
climax shooting off when suddenly Jerome stopped and listened.  Then, to
his shock, he heard his step mom getting home.  The three left the room
hurriedly for their next target, but not before taping both Jimmy's mouth
and Mrs.  Bergman's mouth with duct tape.  The three left him tied to Mrs.
Bergman's naked form in the chair..

   Jimmy heard the catcalls, the wails of agony from his step mom and the
general commotion of his step mom's rape all the while his thick hard on
remained inside Mrs.  Bergman.  The older woman sobbed, listening to the
terrible sounds, but she was simply too worked up to do anything other than
lay her head against his shoulder.  The rocking chair came to a slow stop
and to Jimmy's amazement it was Mrs.  Bergman's deliberate movement that
caused the chair to slowly start rocking again.  She had pulled against her
bindings to displace her weight on his thighs then leaned into him, her big
boobs smashing against his chest.  As the rocker slowly picked up the
rhythm moving slowly back and forth, creaking under the combined weight of
the two bodies, Jimmy heard the older woman moan as he continued to sit
there feeling his erection slide gently around inside the older woman's
pussy.  She moved her pelvis over the top of his organ and Jimmy could
actually feel his organ slipping slightly back and forth inside her. 
Suddenly, Mrs.  Bergman's eyes closed as she pushed herself against him
again, her big boobs mashed against his own naked chest and he felt her
shudder, shake and shiver as he realized she was climaxing!

   Mrs.  Bergman then lay her head on his naked shoulder and cried.  He
could feel her tears on his shoulder as the telltale squeaking noise of a
bed mattress in the next room revealed to Jimmy that his step mom was being
raped by the three in the master bedroom.

   Jimmy wasn't sure what time of the night it was when Fred and Gary came
to pull Mrs.  Bergman off of the chair.  He was left there, tied and from
what he could hear Mrs.  Bergman and his stop mom were being forced into
taking a shower together.  Neither woman was appreciative of the act, but
Fred and Gary obviously enjoyed the show.

   Shortly after the moaning and groaning stopped Gary came in with the rag
that Jimmy recognized.  He held it up to Jimmy's face and as Jimmy breathed
the slightly acid smell the lights went out again.

   When the stuff wore off Jimmy awoke to a most pleasurable experience. 
His thick hard on was being stroked by a firm hand and he felt a pair of
woman's nipples rubbing his chest.  He looked over and saw Susan laying
next to him.  There were tears in his step mom's eyes as she continued to
play with his erection.  Jimmy lost some of his erection seeing the woman
next to him.  He had never liked Susan and even though this was the first
time he'd seen her completely nude he wasn't that stimulated.  "Plea-please
Jimmy, please, I-I have to make it with you.  If I don't I will get beat
again, and-and I-I don't know how much more I can take, plea-please Jimmy!"

   Jimmy knew Susan had a size thirty six 'C' cup boob, he'd peeked in her
garment drawer once.  Still, his step mom didn't look like an old bag and
it felt good as she continued to jack him off with her hand.  "We have to
have sex, Jimmy.  I-I'm sorry, but I ca-can't, I ju-just can't take another
beating!  See...."

   She released his erection and turned her bottom so that he could see the
thick red welts, at least a dozen of them, across her fanny.  "Shit!" said
Jimmy, then, "That looks like it really hurt." "It did, Jimmy, it did!  But
we have to have sex.  In fact if they come into this room and find me not
having sex with you I'll be beat again.  Please Jimmy." "I don't like you,
though, Susan." "I-I know," said his step mom, "we-we've never hit it off.
But if you've ever felt anything good about me please-please do me a favor
and take me now." "I'm not hard enough, Susan," he said.  "I ca-can get you
harder," she said and began kissing him, then moved her mouth down over his
near hairless chest to his crotch.  Jimmy groaned feeling his step mom's
mouth engulf his erection.  She wasn't as good at giving a blow job as Mrs.
Bergman but she was good.  Jimmy got a hard on almost instantly.

   His step mom's pussy was wider and not nearly as tight as Mrs. 
Bergman's.  He enjoyed screwing her, but not as much as he had ever thought
he would.  Like all teens he'd always considered the possibility of her
getting it on with him, but he had never followed up on it because she was
his step mom and because they never really hit it off together.  Now as she
was on top sliding back and forth, her tits, firmer than Mrs.  Bergman's
but considerably smaller, he realized that this "favor" he was doing her
was something she'd always wanted.

   Jimmy heard the door open, then heard Gary's voice say, "Good, they're
fucking.  Make him cum bitch, less you want more spanking."

   The door closed and Jimmy wasn't sure if Gary was in the room or not. 
His step mother was doing most of the work.  He felt her pussy sliding back
and forth on his stiff erection.  He was close to a climax when she said in
his ear, "I did something bad, Jimmy." "What," he whispered back.  "I-I
told Jerome about.....Ernie Fryman and his attraction towards Mrs. 
Bergman. Fryman is coming over." "That is bad," said Jimmy as he groaned
and came inside his step mom's well lubricated pussy.



   IV Sara Becomes A Toy

   It had been demeaning and degrading to have sex with Fred Wade the kid
who had accosted her.

   Sara knew that her son's life was in the balance with these punks. 
Fred, who had like so many other youths had taken a liking towards her not
so much because she was an older woman but more because she was some sort
of figment of authority in his mind.  Sara felt, rather than knew for sure,
that Fred enjoyed her discomfort, especially the block and a half walk from
the Stone residence to her own home when she was wearing a long, but none
the less, revealing slip that belonged to Susan Stone.  At least this was
what she tried to convince herself of when she let herself in her own home
and guided the way to her bedroom for a change of clothing.

   Jerome had told her Fred would select her clothing, so she opened the
drawers and closet as he watched, half leering before he went over and sat
down on the bed.  "Nice bedroom, Mrs.  Bergman, course we've been here
before haven't we?" he smirked at her.  "Fred, Jerome said you were to
select the clothing I was to wear and we were to return." "Yeah, and he
told me to have a good time.  I'm not having a good time now, you want me
to tell him that, bitch?" "But you've already.......raped me!" she cried
out.  "Just take off the fucking slip, bitch." "Oh!" she cried as she
turned her back to him and took the slip off.  "You got a nice ass, you
know that bitch?" "What do you want me to do, Fred?" "That's better, come
over here and you can fuck me," he said chuckling evilly.

   She positioned herself at his command over his erection and slowly
lowered her now tender, somewhat sore, pussy over him.  He was as hard as a
rock, she noted, but only about six inches long.  His penis did excite her,
but the concern she had for her son over rode any feelings of high
stimulation she might have normally been able to achieve.  At his command
again, she dangled her boobs in his face while he fucked up and licked her
nipples at the same time.  She tried to show him she was enthusiastic about
what she was doing but she knew it never quite came through that way.  Even
though she tried to flex her vaginal muscles giving him pleasure there was
always that mean little gleam in his eyes that made her shudder.  The sex
with the younger man lasted nearly twenty minutes before he finally
ejaculated deep inside her pussy.  Sara got the distinct impression all
through the sex act that Fred actually enjoyed intimidating her, causing
her to feel both frightened and subjected while engaging in the forced sex.
Finally, he allowed her to go to the bathroom for a shower.

   After Fred dried her naked body off, thoroughly making sure her big
breasts were "dry", and pulling on her already excited nipples, he had her
put on her short strapped white garter belt, and then her suntan tinted
hose.  She sat in her front room, nude, putting on a show for the young
man, as she tightened her hose to the garter belt.  He had selected a pair
of short heels, which were half sandal, half heel, her foot totally exposed
in the webbing of the shoe.  The shoe had a two and a half inch heel and
although the shoe wasn't extremely high heeled she knew it was just high
enough to accent her calves.  Fred humiliated her by having her do a little
dance for him before she continued dressing.  Fred had her dress in a tan
skirt that she'd worn years before but hadn't worn for some time.  Sara
realized, after she had put on the skirt in front of Fred why she hadn't
worn this skirt for a long time.  The hem line was two inches above her
knees.  She felt exposed in the skirt because it hugged her hips and
highlighted her rump.  She didn't like the feeling and that was one of the
reasons the skirt had made it's way to the back of her closet.  But Fred
had found it in the closet and now she wished she would have discarded the
skirt when she had the opportunity.  Fortunately she was allowed to wear
panty underwear, but even here the panty underwear were the under the pile
back of the drawer kind because they were very revealing, and crotch-less.
Fred has successfully found all the clothing that made her look like she
was a floozy if she wore it in public even if she did look "good" in the
outfit.  Looking at herself in the full length mirror she had to admit that
she did look attractive, even alluring, in the outfit Fred had selected for
her to wear.  The only exception to the normalcy of her dressing was the
short-strapped garter belt and the thigh high suntan tinted hose.  Her bra,
the one selected by Fred, she had previously used as a 'slumber bra'.  The
center hooked bra was short on support and coverage, but was a very
comfortable garment for her big boobs when she slept.  Sara had protested,
telling Fred at the time the bra gave her virtually no support and in some
ways only made her wiggle more.  His grin told her that was exactly why he
had selected that bra for her to wear.  But what she hadn't told Fred was
that she was miffed over his selection of a blouse.  The blouse was white,
but almost translucent.  The fact that she was wearing a slumber bra was
highlighted not only by the near see-thru property of the blouse but also
by the fact that the blouse was short on buttons up the front.  This
resulted in her boobs being held together by the slumber bra and the
sizeable front cleavage of the blouse exposing her cleavage to only about
two inches from the center hooked strap that held the bra cups together. 
After applying the extra amount of make-up and bringing with her a "make-up
kit" the two returned to the Stone residence.  On the way over to the Stone
residence, her heels clicking and clacking on the pavement, she wondered
what new humiliations and rapes awaited her at the hands of Jerome.  For
the first time in a long time she had a chance to do some reflections, even
with Fred by her side, but now with fear of exposure being removed.  She
came to the conclusion as she walked back that Jerome must be working for
the King brothers.  She had been trying to break free from the two monsters
who were brothers.  It was difficult though because of the blackmail and
their use of that information.

   When the two returned Jerome informed Fred and Gary that he was going to
be busy with the Stone woman for a while and that Fred and Gary were to
escort her down to the "play" room, with the other unexpected guests, and
hold her there until he was ready for her again.

   Fred guided her towards the door she knew led to the basement.  She'd
already humiliated herself in the basement with Jimmy and she wondered how
the kid was doing.  He was a sweet boy even if he'd been forced into having
sex with her.  The steps were steeper than she remember, and she didn't
remember the landing, but then she'd been super embarrassed at the time
too.

   Fred liberally felt up her rump on the landing going down to the
basement.  His rubbing only furthered her haste to get downstairs and away
from him.

   When she had been in the basement before, she had remembered it had
appeared to be more a box than anything else and so she was curious as to
just where the "play room" was at.  She was pushed and half shoved up to a
large white metal door.  It was a very large door that appeared to be out
of place in the small room which obviously was a washroom.  The door
creaked and was opened by Gary Oswald she noted, as he looked over her
outfit.  The anal rapist kept his long shiny knife in his hand as he pulled
the door open to the room beyond.

   Gary Oswald, the knife welding anal rapist was the one opening the door
and Sara was careful not to look at this mean, cruel young man.  The door
had a big slide bolt on it that was about waist high as Fred pushed her
from the back inside the room.  The room was carpeted and was windowless.
It was about twenty feet long and maybe thirty feet wide a kind of
rectangle.  There was a large screen television in the room as well as a
pool table.  At the pool table were three boys all of whom she recognized.
The fourth boy was her son, tied to a chair.  His arms were secured, she
noted quickly, at the wrists and elbows to the arms of the chair.  Also a
rope held his body back against the padded back.  His ankles were secured
to either leg of the chair.  She noticed all of this in a single sweeping
glance.  Sara wanted to rush over and console him, but knew she dare not
with Fred and Gary standing by.  She swallowed on a dry throat seeing two
of the boys with cue sticks in their hands, the other fat kid leaning
against the wall watching the game play.  "I understand that you know these
boys and that they're friends of your kid over there." "Yes, but only two
are friends, the other one is..." "Doesn't matter, bitch," he said cutting
her off, "what matters is that you understand the rules while you're in
this room." "Wha-what rules?" she asked immediately wishing she hadn't. 
"Since these boys are friends of the family, you make sure they're kept
happy...in other words you do as they tell you, anything they tell you,
understand bitch?" "I-I understand," she stammered as she looked over at
the three boys.  Only one, the worst of the three, openly leered at her. 
He also was moving closer to where Fred and Gary flanked her as they all
stood just inside the opening to this room.  "If I have to come back in
here, because you're not being a good old bitch, I'll enjoy taking it out
on your brat over there, then I'll see if I can't warm up that sweet little
ass of yours." "I said I understood," she replied coldly and highly aware
of the fact that the fat kid that had a "thing" for her had been in
listening range when Gary had made his terrible declaration to her.  He
grinned and left her standing there, closing the door, and then she heard
the bolt slip into place.  She swallowed nervously and looked over at the
three boys.  There was Chris Tomaki, holding a cue stick as well as Tyrone
Baker.  She wasn't sure if Chris or Tyrone had heard Gary, but she was
pretty sure they had.  She knew Ernie had, he'd been close enough.  She was
already being ogled by the fat kid.  Ernie had beat up her son, twice in
the past four months.  What was worse, the fat slob of a kid who was only
sixteen, had made it obvious from the beginning that he had a "thing" for
older women such as her.  Sara, of course, had been totally appalled and
was never enthusiastic about the punk's unwanted attentiveness; even though
she was quite sure that the beatings her son took from him might have been
related to his fascination with her.

   Sara knew she was close to losing it.  Her mind was filled with terrible
thoughts as she remembered having been repeatedly raped by Jerome, Gary,
and Fred.  The images flooded her mind as her lower lip trembled, images of
the forced sex with Jimmy and his step mom.  It degraded her self image. 
She was near tears as Ernie stepped up and grabbed her arm pulling her arm
and her stumbling body closer to the table.  Abruptly she stopped, suddenly
defiant, ripping her arm from Ernie's grasp and saying, "Leave your hands
off of me!" "Hey!" said Ernie, "they said.."

   He was cut off by the squeaking door opening.  "Not even two minutes,
bitch!" said Oswald grinning evilly and moving towards her tied son!  "Oh
god no, no please!" she shouted.  "Hey man, it was my fault, I was pulling
on her, pinching her," said Ernie which surprised Sara.  He'd come to her
defense.

   Oswald slowed down, stopped and turned and then said, "You like fat old
broads or something kid?" "Not particularly, although....I do like Mrs. 
Bergman."

   Oswald looked suddenly thoughtful.  "There has to be some payback."

   He strode over and clobbered her son with his open hand across the
cheek. Her son let out a squeal of pain.  Then he turned and came back to
her.  Sara's eyes were wide in fear.  Her breathing depth and speed had
increased in her fright.

   Oswald then looked at her, then at Ernie, before he walked over to where
the door met the wall.  He picked up what looked like a large paddle.  He
walked back over to her.  Sara swallowed.  "Turn around and bend over,
bitch." "Plea-please, no, please Gary, no." "Do it or it'll be more than
one bitch!"

   Slowly Sara turned her back to him facing the three boys.  Then she bent
over.  She braced herself by holding her knee's knowing by bending she was
showing Ernie and the other three boys plenty of cleavage.  There was a
swishing sound behind her as the paddle cut through the air.  Then a very
loud smacking sound.  Then, suddenly pain!  "Aieieee!" she screamed tears
coming to her eyes, her fanny feeling like it was on fire.  "Ok," said
Oswald, as he came around to stand between her and Ernie.  Sara slowly
straightened to stand erect her eyes tearing up from the brutal spank that
Oswald had given her.  "You," he said looking at Ernie, "sit."

   Ernie looked at the big padded chair facing the pool table.  Both Chris
and Tyrone had stopped playing and were watching wide eyed as the scene
unfolded before them.

   Oswald grabbed her by her hair and dragged her crying over to the side
of the chair then shoved.  She fell across Ernie.  Ernie made an "umphing"
sound as her weight fell across him, his left arm keeping her head and
upper body from slamming into the wall corner next to the chair.  He pulled
his right hand out from under her thighs, putting his hand on the part of
the padded chair arm that her legs weren't covering.

   Oswald produced his knife.  Sara's eyes widened in obvious fright. 
Ernie cleared his throat nervously.  Oswald leaned forward, close to her
face putting the tip of the knife under her chin.  Sara felt it, just under
her chin, a pin prick feeling but a feeling she knew could end up very
messy in a very short period of time, she was very careful to remain still,
the tip of the knife was so very sharp.  "I thought I had made myself clear
before, bitch", he hissed.

   Sara tried to move her jaw to speak but the knife kept her from mouthing
what she wanted to say.  "Best if you don't speak right now, bitch,"
grinned Oswald.

   Sara looked at him, feeling her rump on Ernie's crotch.  She felt
Ernie's erection on her bottom, getting harder as she sat there.  Did Ernie
get off on her fright?  It was possible, very possible.  Her fanny still
smarted and was sore, more sore now than her pussy had been before from the
repeated rapes.  "These guys can touch you, anytime, anywhere they want. 
You said you understood.  That spanking is nothin' compared to what you
should have gotten."

   The knife tip moved away from her chin and she let out a breath as it
did so.  Then Oswald grabbed the top button of the deep cleavage blouse. 
He sliced off the button with his knife, then the next one, and the next
one.  Her blouse parted slightly, exposing her belly and her cleavage. 
"Don't make me come back here again, bitch!" he hissed tossing the buttons.
Almost absently she heard the buttons fall on uncarpeted floor in the
corner.  He stood up and walked out of the room the creaking, squeaking
door closing behind him and the bolt sliding into position.  "C'mon Ty,"
said Chris's voice, "let's finish the game." "Yeah," she heard the voice of
Tyrone.

   Ernie was grinning ear to ear as he relaxed his right arm a little and
she felt her body lower slightly.  She felt rather than saw his hand drop
over her exposed knee close to the rising hem of her skirt.

   Sara looked over at the two other boys, friends of her son, as she felt
Ernie's hand slide under her skirt, half up her right thigh.  He stroked
her thigh under the skirt.  She tried to ignore him.  His hand moved over
the tops of her hose onto her skin, stopped and returned to the hose, then
onto naked flesh again.  He leaned down and whispered in her left ear,
"Nice legs, Mrs.  B., real nice."

   His hand went higher.  She felt his fingers trace the area where her
legs met her crotch, the part where her skimpy panties didn't cover.  Then
his finger moved and she gasped as he fingered her most feminine part.  His
gentle probing finger then found what no one before had found.  A secret
she had hoped would never come to light.  His finger found the hard ring
half buried in her left labia.  During another rape and another time it,
the ring, she had been pierced and the ring placed on her and despite her
best efforts she'd never had the courage to remove it.  As he trapped the
ring between his thumb and forefinger, Sara had the awful realization that
this sixteen year old knew what it was!  She was slick already inside.  The
ring had a devastating effect when fondled as she knew all to well.  She
gasped as a finger penetrated her wet, hot hole under her skirt as she felt
Ernie slide his finger back and forth.  Sara was appalled, here she was a
married mature woman laying across a teens lap being fondled like some
common bimbo; shared by one and all.  Worse still, this wasn't just any
teenager, this was the punk that had beat up her son twice and now his
middle finger was buried to his second joint up her most private feminine
canal!  What was even worse, as far as she was concerned, was that her body
was betraying her because of that damnable ring!  A tear of humiliation
came to her eye.  Suddenly she heard a slapping sound, the kind made when a
cue stick hit the table.  She looked over at Tyrone and blushed.  She knew
he could see the bulge of Ernie's hand over her crotch.  "Man, you're
really sick, you know that?" said Tyrone walking over to Ernie.

   Sara looked at Ernie as he withdrew his hand and held up his middle
finger, showing Tyrone the glistening moisture on it.

   The fuck you symbol.  Tyrone didn't take it that way though, instead he
said, "Man, she's Mike's mom, old enough to be your mom!  Shit, Ernie, what
the hell are you doing?" "Ty is something wrong with you?" "What the hell
are you talking about, Ernie?" "Shit, you are a slow one!," exclaimed Ernie
as he reached down and yanked up her skirt.  Sara's face went red as her
exposed the tops of her hose, running his hand now over both exposed legs.
"When you ever gonnah get another chance to feel up an old broad that's got
legs this nice, huh?  Or when you ever seen a tit this size?" he asked and
with the word 'this' placed his hand under her blouse pushing it away from
her right bra cup and cupping her big right tit then squeezing it,
distorting her big breast out of shape, "let alone," continued Ernie,
"actually bein' able to feel her tit up!" "When Ty, when would you.  I'll
tell you...never!  You think she'd let you mess with her outside of here?
Man, you're the crazy one!" "Bu-but she's Mike's mom, Ernie!" "So the fuck
what?" asked Ernie popping her center hooked snap as her right breast
rolled off to one side because of her position.  Ernie's hand followed it,
as Sara chewed quietly, nervously on the corner of her lower lip stick
covered lip.  Her eyes widened as she felt Ernie cup her now naked breast
and push it back to where it had been when it had been in the bra.  She
felt her nipple harden and looking down she saw his hand clinched her
breast in such a way as to make it stand upright, nipple pointing right at
Tyrone's surprised and suddenly excited view.  "Go on Ty, feel up her
nipple, go on!  You think for a single second a classy big titted bitch
like this would let you feel her up any other time?  C'mon, get real Ty!"

   Tyrone looked at her and swallowed, then he said, "I'm sorry, Mrs. 
Bergman, I really am cause I have to.  Ernie's right, you'd never let me do
this, if we weren't here."

   She silently agreed with the kid as she felt him twirl her nipple
between thumb and forefinger, wincing occasionally because of the twisting
action that hurt, but was still a little stimulation.  She would never have
allowed Tyrone to feel her like he was now.  Her face deepened in a shade
of red as her embarrassment and shamefully her arousal also increased.  Her
nipples, she knew without even looking, were now twice their normal size,
nearly fully erect.

   Sara had known the teenager for about three years.  She'd known him
slightly longer than she knew Ernie but not Chris.  Chris had slept over at
her house as a friend of her son.  Chris had ogled her all the time.  She
was a little surprised that he'd hung back.  She'd even overheard Chris
talking to her son one time about her boobs.  The eves-dropping
conversation she'd heard forced her into not going braless around Chris any
more, because she realized he was just too aware of her.  She realized too
that Chris had no longer considered her to be one of his friends mothers
but a potential conquest.  It was then that she had decided she had to be
more careful around Chris.  "One thing," grunted Ernie, "old Oswald was
right about!  She's heavy!  Wannah get to your feet, Mrs.  B?" "Yes, Ernie,
sorry," she replied speaking for the first time.  She twisted in his lap
getting a little satisfaction from knowing she was grinding her butt in his
groin as she put her feet on the floor and stood up.  Her big boobs flopped
to either side, unfettered by the bra.  Chris was in front of her, ogling
her jiggling and unintentional wiggle as she straightened her blouse about
ready to put the bra back in place.

   A hand came up and a voice belonging to Tyrone, "No I don't think so,
Mrs.  B.  Let 'em hang, real nice set to look at there." "Yeah, they are,"
said Chris looking now, probably she reflected, for the first time seeing
her naked boobs.  At least the first time that she knew of for sure that
Chris could see her breasts uncovered.  She'd suspected for some time that
the local peeper around the neighborhood was in fact Chris Tomaki.  "Chris,
why don't you be a real friend to his mom and help her out of her bra?"
asked Ernie.  "Cause she's still got her blouse on?" asked Chris.  "Broads
have a way of doin it without taking off the blouse, help her."

   Sara was wondering where Ernie had obtained that information about
removing a bra under her blouse without taking off her blouse.  Still, it
helped to have Chris there to perform the task, even if his hands wandered
to cupping and rubbing.  "Shit" said Chris, continuing to hold her breasts
away from her body, "these are heavy, Mrs.  Bergman."

   She felt like a piece of meat as he rolled her breasts in his hand,
while Tyrone ogled the nipples and the breasts being wiggled by one of her
son's better friends.  Then Tyrone said, "Hey man don't hog them all to
yourself!" "Shit," said Chris, "take one, there's more than enough to go
around!" "Yeah," said Tyrone as he paid close attention to her left breast
while Chris fondled her right boob.  Ernie came up behind her and grabbed
her hair, pulling her head back he placed a kiss on her lips.  Sara knew
she had to allow it.  He broke off from the kiss and said, "Guy's either of
you got stiff peckers?" "Man, I'm about ready to bust through my pants,"
said Chris.  "I don't think I've ever been so fucking hard," panted Tyrone.
"Well get em out boys, she's got two hands, don't you Mrs.  Bergman?"
"Oh-h-h!," was all she could say as Ernie still maintained his hold on her
hair forcing her head back into his chest where he was providing some
support.  Sara felt two penis's, one in each hand as the boys moved
forward. "Come Mrs.  B., jack em off!"

   Her hands moved as she realized this was probably a disgusting view, but
it would be better than the potential rape that could occur if she didn't
do as Ernie told her to.

   Chris's erection was hard and thick, bigger around than what her small
hand could hold.  Tyrone's was long and narrow.  She pumped both boy's
penises as Ernie kissed her rubbing her still sore fanny.  As she continued
to relieve the two boys she wondered what it would look like and found
herself shivering.  It would be awful.  Her breasts both exposed being
kissed, fondled, occasionally a nipple being sucked on all the while she
was masturbating the two boys while a third boy kissed her from behind.  It
would look terrible.  Then she heard Tyrone groan, followed by Chris.  "Oh
god, I-I'm gonnah cum!" said Tyrone.  "Not far behind you buddy!" said
Chris.

   Both boy's erections got very hard then as she felt them pulse, knowing
they were ejaculating.  She felt the spray of their combined climaxes hit
her skirt.  She continued to pump her hands, now slippery with the boys
sperm as they groaned and continued to spurt their cum on her the floor and
her skirt.  Ernie released her head and as she swayed partially from
dizziness, she released the boy's deflating rods of flesh, both her hands
covered in ejaculated cum from the two friends of her son.  The two boys
reluctantly let go of her boobs.  Ernie's hands took their place behind
her, each hand covering, but not lifting her breasts.  She realized Ernie
had yet to climax and wondered about that.  So did Chris, but he wondered
out loud, "Hey man, you got her to do this for us, thanks!"

   Ernie had been licking her neck near her shoulders and he lifted his
head, still holding and covering her breasts and said, "You guys know that
her wimp kid and I got into it, right?" "Yeah," said Tyrone, putting
himself away.  "Yeah, me too," said Chris.

   Sara couldn't look either boy in the face.  "One of the reasons we
fought was I told her wimp son that someday his mom would...do it with me.
So...."

   The spawn from hell whispered in her ear, "You'll go along with it too,
unless you want everybody to know about that sweet little ring of yours."

   Sara choked back a sob.  She absolutely didn't want anyone else knowing
about her personal secret.  Besides, she reflected mentally, it's going to
be difficult enough after having masturbated two of her son's friends and
allowed those same friends to feel her breasts up like she was some sort of
bimbo queen.  She wasn't sure yet how she was going to get around that one.
Sara noticed that Ernie had already gone over to her son, who had been
repositioned still tied in the chair, by his friends Tyrone and Chris.  He
sat now next to Ernie as she desperately tried to cover her exposed
breasts. The attempt to cover herself failed miserably.  She was without
her bra and the buttons on her blouse were gone.  In frustration and a
little desperation she tucked her blouse into the waistband of her skirt,
then put some slack in the blouse when she saw her boobs were even more
highly visible due to the tightness of the blouse.  There was no way she
was going to cover, no way.  Her cleavage was exposed from the top of both
breasts to the bottom, with only about half of each breast being covered.
The other half was exposed and there wasn't anything she could do about it,
and to top it all off her nipples were very taut, very erect, obviously
stimulated.  Sara knew her son hadn't seen her jacking off his friends, the
big screen television box had prevented him from fully viewing her.  Now,
though, it would be an entirely different story.  Steeling herself for the
worst she was shocked her hear Ernie already taunting her son, "Yeah, you
know Mike, your mom and me we been getting along a lot better than what I
thought.  Shit, she even let me feel them big tits she got up some."
"You're lying, besides if-if you did feel her tits up it was because she
had to let you do it." "Yeah, I suppose your right Mike," said Ernie, "just
like she let Chris and Ty suck on her nipples, she had to do it, just had
to." "Liar!" her son said.  "Ask 'em, they're sitting right here."

   Her son looked to Chris first, who blushed, then said, "Sorry Mike, it's
true.  Your mom's got the biggest set of boobs I've ever seen.  Course I
told you that before....but when would I get a chance to feel them knockers
up again.  Not ever.  I'm not sorry for what I did and if I get another
chance I'm gonnah feel her up some more." "Me too, Mike," said Tyrone,
"I-I'm real sorry she's your mom, but shit man, she's got the biggest,
heaviest set of jugs I've ever felt up.  Tell you something else, Mike. 
Your mom didn't put up no fight at all when I started sucking on her big
nipples.  Drew them right into my mouth and used my tongue to move em
around.  You know what she did do though?  Yeah, she moaned like she really
liked it.  I get another chance, sure as hell, I'm feelin her up some
more!" "C'mon over here to the party, Sara baby, we're talking about your
performance," called Ernie.

   It was the first time he'd used her first name.  Sara reluctantly walked
forward off the carpet to the wood covered floor, her heels clacking and
clicking as she walked over next to Ernie and just stood there.  As she
stood there she recalled the statement that evil Ernie had made to her
while Chris and Tyrone had been moving her son and the chair next to the
couch.  He'd told her that her son would tell her how to 'please' him.  She
said he was crazy and he just smirked.

   Ernie casually reached out and began stroking her right nylon covered
calf sliding his hand back and forth over the calf and staying short of the
hem to her skirt.  "You gottah admit, Mike, even though she's your mom,
she's got a really big set of tits on her, don't she?"

   Sara blushed seeing her son look at her exposure.  She lowered her eyes
away from his face and saw he was beginning to get an erection.  "I-I never
said she didn't, Ernie." "No-no, Mike you didn't," said evil Ernie as Sara
felt his hand move up the back of her thigh.  Behind her, she knew, were
sitting Tyrone and Chris and as she felt the hem line of her skirt go to
the tops of her hose she knew they were getting a show too.  "Nice legs
too, always kind of thought that these," and with the word 'these' he
snapped her garter strap and Sara exclaimed, "oh!" as the strap snapped
back and stung her thigh, "always kind of thought these were sexy too."
"Yes," her son, half croaked, "they make any woman's legs look
more....attractive." "Remember," said evil Ernie, his fingers slipping now
through the crack of her ass cheeks and then down to find the ring.  He
fingered the ring and Sara felt herself getting wet, uncontrollably,
"remember the first fight we had, the one where I gave you the double
shiners." "I remember Ernie," her son almost gritted out.  "Do you remember
what it was about." "Yes," he son said tersely.  "Remind me, then." "You
told me my mom was a slut." "Yeah, yeah I remember that, but..." "We got
into the fight because you said someday she'd use her big boobs to get your
cock really turned on, then she'd...." "She would do what Mike?" "She'd
suck the cum from your balls and swallow it." Her son finished.  Sara
blushed realizing she had been the result of her son's problems and then,
she thought, oh god no!  That-that's what I have to do!!!  She felt evil
Ernie tugging on the ring as he said, "Show and tell time, Sara slut."

   Her son jerked in his bonds.  Sara was miserable.  She looked at her son
and said, "It's alright Mike, I want to do this." "But Mom!  He's...he's
fat and evil!"

   Silently Sara agreed with her son.  The tugging on the ring had stopped,
just as she slowly lowered herself in front of Ernie and the three other
boys one of which was her son.  Chris moved in for a closer look as she
unzipped Ernie's jeans and reached inside.  She swallowed on a very dry
throat as she found his hugeness.  She couldn't get her hand around the
sixteen year olds erection.  He was huge!  She slowly worked the erect
penis out of his pants and realized horribly that Ernie's erect penis was
bigger than Jerome's.  It was all of nine inches long and two inches thick.
Even Chris was amazed, "Man you got a king size dong there Ernie." "Yeah,
the girls love it, some older broads do too," he said looking at her when
she looked up.  Sara blushed.  He was big, bigger than most.  Humiliating
herself she moved closer, then guided his erection between her exposed
cleavage slowly rubbing the boy's immense rod of hot flesh between her
breasts.  In a different setting it might have even been erotic for her,
but here with her own son watching as well as two of his closest friends,
it was demeaning and degrading.

   Then evil Ernie reached down and spread her blouse wide apart exposing
her naked breasts.  He picked up each breast and used it like big pieces of
bread sandwiching his erection between the giant twin orbs, his cock head
pointing down as he pulled her closer and repositioned his erection so that
his cock head pointed towards her chin.  He had now trapped his erection in
her cleavage.  Then he began pushing both boobs together, trapping his
organ between her tits.  Sara felt like crying but knew she dare not. 
"Yeah, Mike, these are a real nice set of jugs your Mom has got, real nice.
My cock feels right at home between your mom's tits."

   This continued for several long minutes.  Sara hoped he'd go off,
ejaculate quickly.  But evil Ernie didn't.  "Time for the suckie, Sara
baby, mouth time."

   Sara tried to pull back, but evil Ernie grinned, holding onto her big
breasts, squeezing them, distorting them as he said, "Come on Sara baby do
it up close and personal.  Besides, it's a real charge to feel them big
jugs of yours while your son watches!" A tear formed in her eye as she
remained close to his crotch.  She brought her hands up, lifting his
erection away from her cleavage, laying her lower arms over his as she
ringed the base of the boy's big erection with both hands then lowered her
head and closed her eyes as she guided the cock between her lips.  Her
first taste was metallic and salty at the same time.  "C'mon Sara baby,
suck it!" called Ernie from above her.

   She slurped on the rod, her cheeks hollowing with the effort then
bulging as his big prick rubbed the sides of her inner cheek wall.  She
licked and sucked hoping to bring him to a quick climax.  "Deeper, slut,
move that cock sucking mouth of yours more over my cock!  Shit, you barely
got the head of my cock in your mouth.  Use your tongue more." "What's the
matter with you bitch?  I've gotten more suction out of a twelve year old!
Suck it, god damn it, suck it!", taunted evil Ernie from above her as she
slobbered over the thick pole, her jaw spread wide now.  Sara detested oral
sex.  She despised it when her husband asked her to do this.  When she was
forced, or raped, she did it only reluctantly, never having gotten the
"feel" for it, repulsed and degraded by taking an erection in her mouth. 
The mere thought of seeing herself do what she was doing made her stomach
roll.  She gagged as the boy's erection tickled the back of her mouth and
the entrance to her throat.  She realized, horribly now, that he wasn't
receiving the pleasure she thought he would by having his erection covered
by her warm, wet mouth.  Sara knew, beyond any doubt, that evil Ernie's
threat about revealing her secret was real.  She desperately tried to
please him, slurping, even moaning as she moved her head back and forth
over his huge thickness.  She used her left hand to delve into his pants
and cradle his balls, knowing from previous experience that this excited
most men.  Evil Ernie was no exception, but evil Ernie was an exception at
control.  She knew he had more control then men twice his age because she
could no longer see anything other than the roundness of his big belly and
her breasts were totally distorted out of shape, elongated to a point where
it was beginning each breast tingled with pain.  She decided on a different
approach.  Scooting closer, she positioned her head more over his rod,
allowing her big boobs to dangle, inviting him to fondle, which of course
evil Ernie did, her fondled and rubbed her breasts.  Despite herself,
despite how much she detested sucking a boy's erection, his fondling had a
effect.  She was getting more and more aroused.  It became easier for her
to take his massive rod into her mouth and she gagged less as more and more
of the cock head curved down her throat.  Up and down her head moved, her
lips burning from the friction on his thick rod of flesh sliding between
her lips.  Faster and faster.  "God damn look at her go!" exclaimed a voice
which she wasn't sure was Chris or Tyrone.

   Her nipples felt like they were on fire and her pussy was dripping wet
as she worked the boy's big penis in her mouth a half down her throat. 
Still she wasn't able to get more than half his hugeness in her mouth and
throat, try as she could, she'd gag every time she tried to get more.  The
gagging seemed to stimulate evil Ernie even more than the actual blow job.
She continued, her nostrils beginning to flare, sweat building on her naked
back, and on her forehead as she sucked swallowed, released licked and
moved her head.  Sara groaned as she heard Ernie say above, "Remember now,
Sara baby, you loose any of my cum, you'll have to practice till you get it
right."

   She remembered his awful statement.  At the time she'd thought she could
do it, judging from the quickness the other two boys had came, but now she
wasn't so sure.  A couple of strokes down she missed her throat and her
cheeks would bloat outwards.  She could feel it and judging from evil
Ernie's reaction he could see it.  "God, Mike, your mom's a quick learner!
I think I'm about ready to blow my wad right down her pretty throat!"

   Sara was still moving quickly up and down, too engrossed in trying to
make the teenage boy cum in her mouth.  She was caught totally off guard
when he came.  His first jism spray caught her right in mid downward stroke
and filled her mouth covering her tongue.  Sara thought at first it was her
own overworked saliva glands, but found the spunky tasting, thick goo
covered every corner of her mouth.  The second load definitely caught her
by surprise as she choked, some of his sperm oozing out her nose and some
out of the sides of her mouth.  She groaned, not caring if it sounded like
she was moaning now, because part of the "deal" she'd made with evil Ernie
was that she would swallow all his spunk not losing a drop.  If she didn't
she'd have to practice on the two other boys until she got it right.  She
had thought that with all of her previous experience she would be able to
control the youth with her mouth, but she was mistaken and now disheartened
she realized she had gambled some of her own personal dignity and was going
to lose that too.  The third and final spray came as she was pulling away,
absent mindedly thinking that he'd cum all the way, like the other two boys
with two quick jerks.  Instead evil Ernie had a third load which sprayed
her face, catching her just under her right eye, on the bridge of her nose,
and on her chin.  In shocked surprise she looked up at Ernie feeling his
cum drip from her chin to fall on her naked breast below as Ernie mouthed
the awful words, "Well Sara baby, looks like Chris and Tyrone got at least
one blow job a piece coming there way, doesn't it?" Sara half sobbed, now
knowing he was right!

   Evil Ernie had her reposition herself on the couch, topless now, and off
to one side of Chris, who had taken Ernie's position next to her son. 
Ernie was busy lifting her skirt from the rear and at first only stroking
her upper thighs and her buns.  Chris had removed both his pants and
underwear so she could lick his balls.  She did too, with her son looking
on, she licked the balls that belonged to her son's better friends then she
licked her son's friends penis, her tongue leaving a trail of saliva along
Chris's thick pole now fully erect.  She moaned as Ernie slipped his finger
deep into her wet pussy with one hand while the other hand flicked and
rubbed the ring.  Sara held onto Chris's erection at the base of his thick
cock, while she felt him rubbing her dangling boob.  Ernie continued to
drive her wild with his fingering of her cunt.  She heard Chris groan above
her as she sucked in his erection, her lips parting around his purple, red
cock head as she hollowed her cheeks and sucked deeply while moving her
head downward, taking nearly all of the boy's penis in one stroke.  Her
jaws ached from the strain, because Chris was so thick, but she sucked and
licked.  He wasn't nearly as big as evil Ernie and sucking the boy's penis
was easier for her.  It didn't take Chris very long.  Too short, actually,
she thought strangely as she rotated her ass in response to Ernie's
arousing touch.  She never gagged on Chris's erection, as she slurped and
sucked, her nose buried in his crotch only twice, as the boy reached across
his body and cupped her left breast with his right hand, while with his
left he held the back of her neck so that she couldn't pull her mouth off
his erect cock.  She sucked and moaned as she felt Ernie sliding two
fingers inside her now.  She felt her ass pick up a rhythm of it's own to
his pulling on the damnable ring.  Chris came as he suddenly got really
hard.  His first ejaculation went down her throat and she choked, his
second splattered her quickly withdrawing face.  Then she heard him say,
"Sorry Mike, I couldn't turn down a blow job from your mom." "Forget it,
Chris," he son said.

   Tyrone replaced Chris.  Soon she was gagging again.  Tyrone wasn't thick
but he was long, very long.  She gagged as he thrust himself forcefully in
her face and there was little or no time for her to respond before Tyrone
exploded, groaning loudly as her twisted and squeezed her tender breast
flesh.  It should have hurt, but it didn't.  She thought the reason was
probably due to evil Ernie and his attentiveness to her hot pussy.

   Sara wasn't sure how she got to the floor, but her next reaction was to
Ernie having sex with her from behind.  She knew it was Ernie because of
the size of the cock shoved into her hot pussy.  She groaned and after five
or six powerful jabs on Ernie's part she climaxed.  It was a little climax,
not what she needed.  She knew she needed an orgasm.  Chris took her next,
there at the feet of her son she fucked his best friend.  Sara was only
partly aware of what she was doing she was so turned on.  She thrust at
Chris, then at Tyrone after Chris quickly came inside her.  Tyrone didn't
last very long either.  Ernie wanted another blow job and while Chris
banged her pussy from the rear she sucked Ernie's penis again, this time
managing to swallow all of his huge load, but this time not even aware
enough to realize she had accomplished what she had set out to do.  She was
just too damn horny, too damned turned on.  She needed another cock. 
Tyrone began fucking her but came again, then Ernie.  She cried pleading
for another cock and finally one was provided.  She sucked a kid off that
was sitting in a chair.  She managed to get his prick out of his pants and
in her mouth while Ernie slowly slid back and forth inside her while she
manipulated the boy's penis sitting in the chair.  He was somehow
different, she couldn't identify it as she continued to suck, and as Ernie
continued to please her from the rear.  She licked the kid's balls,
surprised that he hadn't moved too much, but then he was thrusting upwards
into her mouth and she was taking all of his just the right size cock.  She
licked the head of the cock and heard a groan from above her and behind her
at the same time.  Ernie was close to a climax.  All three went off at the
same time.  She blubbered out an almost tearful orgasmic climax as the cock
in her mouth exploded and the cock in her pussy shot it's load deep inside
her.  She fell to the floor and rolled over slightly.  There was cum oozing
from her mouth, it was in her hair, on her boobs, oozing from her pussy, as
she rolled over and looked at the bright fluorescent lamps over her head,
made a half cry, and slipped into the peace of exhaustion.