erotic book - The Seduction Of Mommy by Foster Davis

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Chapter 4
Hal French, his head hung down in silence, listened as the judge passed
sentence upon him. The trial had taken only a few hours; the judge's guilty
verdict had come swiftly. Because Hal's employer was somewhat sympathetic
toward the plight of the long-time servant, only a small portion of the money
stolen was reported. The charge had been petty theft rather than grand theft.
Hal heard the judge decree a term of one month in the county jail and an
additional ten-month period of probation. It was a less severe sentence than
he or Arlene had expected.
Arlene rose from her seat in the courtroom upon hearing the sentence. She
went forward to where her husband stood and threw herself in his arms. They
kissed briefly, and she wondered how she was going to survive these next
thirty days without him. Moreover she wondered how she could face her friends
and neighbors, and she wondered whether Hal would ever be able to get another
job. What would become of him? What would the future be like? Would they ever
be a proud mother and father again - proud of their children and themselves?
She said good-bye to Hal softly, trying not to show just how shattered and
undignified she felt standing in the middle of the courtroom. She promised
him she would take good care of their son and daughter, and, of course, she
promised to be faithful.
It was shortly after midnight, less than a week after Hal had begun spending
his month in jail. Arlene lay in bed, restless, trying to sleep. Judy was in
her brother's room, sitting on the edge of his bed, talking while his hand
rode delicately up and down her soft inner thigh.
This wasn't the first time Bill and Judy had been in bed together.
Frequently they shared intimate caresses, stroking, kissing, hugging each
other. Never had they experienced intercourse, and neither of them had ever
expressed a desire to do so. But they both felt something warm and rewarding
about their open, loving relationship. They talked often of their most
personal problems and feelings. For Judy, Bill was the only person in the
world to really communicate with on a deep level. They had always been close
to each other, squabbling less than the average brother and sister, showing
compassion and empathy even years ago. It seemed only natural to them both
the first time they had fondled each other - and it seemed natural now.
"Mmm!" Judy purred at her brother's touch.
He sat with his legs crossed Indian-style, the mattress creaking beneath him
whenever he shifted his weight. Judy had her feet on the carpet, her legs
stretched out leisurely in front of her as she thrilled to Bill's gentle
stroking of her thigh. They were facing the same direction, Judy staring
across the room, glimpsing herself and her brother in a mirror which was
mounted atop a dresser. The very dim nightlight seemed to make everything
sensuous and erotic.
Bill leaned forward to breathe down the back of Judy's neck, causing her to
shiver happily.
Judy fixed her gaze into the mirror, admiring the way her fifteen-year-old
brother's muscles bulged through the thin fabric of his pajamas. His long
hair really turned her on. God, she thought, he's going to make some girl one
hell of a husband some day! He really has a gorgeous body. And then she
stared at herself, too, noting how sexy she looked with her legs
outstretched, and the transparent nightie clinging gently to her hips and
breasts. She breathed hotly.
"She's a fantastic lay," Bill whispered in answer to an earlier question. He
was referring to Barbara, the wife next door. For the past fifteen minutes he
and his sister had been freely discussing each other's recent sex
experiences. It was no secret that they both got turned on hearing about
those intimate things which the average uptight brother and sister never
talked about.
"I'll bet she is!" Judy said, squirming suddenly as Bill's finger went
higher, nearly touching the bushy hair around her vagina. She wanted him to
touch her cunt. His teasing caresses were making her crazy.
But he continued to tease while describing in detail his most recent fucking
of their neighbor. During the account, his fingers dipped several times into
the sopping-wet clutching lips of Judy's cunt. But he never left his hand
there for more than two seconds. He was tormenting her deliberately, and she
knew that sooner or later she would beg him to rub her clitoris, just the way
she had begged so many other times. They would probably end up like always,
their hands busy on each other's genitals, bringing each other to orgasm.
There was something special on Judy's mind, though, and she wanted to talk to
her brother about it before her lust made her too hot to think.
It was the reason she had slipped into Bill's room so late at night.
These past several days she had witnessed further deterioration of her
mother's emotional state. The woman never smiled, she bitched more about the
way Judy dressed and the length of Bill's hair. Her whole world was broken
into tiny bits, and she seemed to have nothing left to live for. She never
talked about Hal's arrest, yet that seemed to be the only thing on her mind.
But she's so pretty, Judy thought, and so young just thirty-three - and it's
not too late for her to live a more rewarding life! Despite the ideological
differences between her and her mother, Judy truly loved the woman. Tonight
Judy had thought again of the outrageous scheme she had devised at the recent
party by the lake. The way to broaden her mother's mind was through sex. She
had learned from a psychology book the importance sex plays in developing a
well-balanced personality. And she knew from observing the girls in her
class. Those who were leading open, honest sex lives were always happiest and
more tolerant of other people and things. Those who were still virgins or who
felt guilty about their sex experiences were unhappy and insecure about other
things. Her mother, Judy felt, fitted into this latter category. She was
unhappy, bitchy, conservative and strict because she had never had a really
satisfying sexual experience. And Judy intended to do something about this.
She knew exactly the right male to seduce her mother - Ralph Young, handsome,
experienced Ralph. Judy had taken careful note of the sex-hungry way Arlene
had eyed Ralph whenever he visited Bill. Judy would bet a month's allowance
that her mother thought about Ralph when she masturbated. And her mother did
masturbate. Several times at night when her father was away, Judy had heard
Arlene alone in bed gasping in sexual heat. Yes, Ralph was just the person to
fuck Arlene right out of her uptight mind and into sensual awareness.
"Bill, I've got to talk about something serious!" Judy said, half panting as
she brought her legs tightly together in an effort to stop her brother from
petting her for the time being.
"What is it, Sis?" His hand was trapped between the overheated flesh of her
thighs. He stopped his movements and waited for her to answer.
"It's about Mom," she whispered.
"What about her?" Bill grumbled, somewhat irritated at this sudden and
unexpected change of subject.
Judy shifted around, drawing her feet up off the floor and repositioning
herself on the bed. She sat facing her brother, her knees drawn up to her
breasts and her arms wrapped around her shins for support. Bill's hand had
been forced to leave the area of her thighs, and he now sat cross-legged, his
hands limp and to his sides, looking at his sister in her see-through nightie.
"Don't you see how unhappy Mom's been lately?" Judy probed.
"Yeah, I guess so."
"Why do you think that is?"
Bill didn't like it when his sister took on a pretense of superiority and
peppered him with probing questions, but he knew she was trying to get at
something, so he answered. "Because of Dad's being in jail and her being
alone ..."
"No!" Judy interrupted. "That's only a small part of it. She isn't getting
enough sex, that's her problem."
A small frown gathered on Bill's forehead as he considered this last
statement. He never thought about his mother's sex life. In fact, the concept
of his mother in bed fucking made him uneasy. And yet, here was his pretty
sister bringing the subject right into the open as if it were the most
natural thing in the world. He thought about what Judy had said. His mother
wasn't getting enough sex. Yes, now that Judy had blurted out the words, it
seemed perfectly obvious to him. But where was this conversation leading?
What would his sister say next?
She said nothing at all for a while. Bill's eyes timidly traveled up from her
legs where he'd been staring. His glance crossed her jutting breasts and
lifted more until he was looking her straight in the eyes. There was a
certain electricity passing between them. They had always been able to talk
guiltlessly about sexual matters. But this - this sexual matter about their
own mother presented a new barrier. But the barrier was crumbling. As they
stared deeply into each other's eyes, a new understanding formed between
them. Simultaneously, knowing smiles formed on their lips.
"What our mother needs is ..." Judy said at last, letting her voice fade into
silence.
They giggled then, happily, suddenly, and together they finished Judy's
sentence: "A GOOD FUCK!"
They began to laugh hysterically, trying to stifle their gleeful giggles, but
barely succeeding. It was all so outrageous and wicked, but they had said the
words together, and now it was right out there in the open. Their mother
needed a good fuck. They had agreed on it. And now it was easy for Judy to
tell Bill about the plan she had, how she and her brother would go somewhere
tomorrow night, and how Ralph would come to the house to seduce their mother.
Even as she was spilling out the plan to her somewhat uneasy but attentive
brother, his hand had again gone between her legs and she had opened her
knees to let him play with her. His fingers did not tease around her inner
thighs this time. Instead he placed a finger directly on her vagina. She
gasped as she felt his touch against her wildly excited clitoris, and she
spread her legs still wider. She reciprocated instantly, her hand going to
the front of his pajamas and finding his cock pushing up at the thin material.
She squeezed tightly.
"Ah, Sis!" he cried.
"You want to make me come, baby brother?" she teased.
He hated to be called baby brother except at times like this. Under these
circumstances, his sister's words meant something different. She meant baby
brother in a loving, deeply sexual way, and he thrilled to the hot tone of
her voice.
"Take your pajamas off, baby brother!" she whispered, her eyes still fixed
heatedly on his. Her lips were open, her tongue making sexual circuits of her
mouth.
Bill withdrew his hand from Judy's warm cunt. He undid the buttons along the
front of his pajama shirt. Then he discarded the garment and rolled back onto
his shoulders, his legs in the air while he worked his pants up across his
knees, over his feet and off. As he stripped, Judy pulled her nightie over
her head and flung it aside to join his pajamas on the floor.
Again they stared at each other for a long moment, their eyes magnetized by
passion.
Judy's gaze dropped. She saw his hugely erect penis and couldn't restrain a
hot gurgle from forming in her throat. She reached for the cock, felt it ooze
sticky liquid into her palm as she stroked it. Her brother lay flat on his
back, and she crawled up beside him while continuing to hold his penis. She
kissed him. It was a wet, savage kiss that conveyed to him exactly how horny
she really felt. Judy couldn't remember ever feeling so turned on. It always
got her excited when she touched her own brother's erection, but tonight she
was especially horny. The long discussion with Bill during which he had told
her how he had fucked Barbara next door and she had related the way in which
she acted at the cabin - that made her plenty hot. And his skillful petting
coupled with the lewd talk about getting Ralph to fuck their mother - it was
too much. She was one solid hunk of seething, tingling female flesh.
While she kissed her brother, she leaned into him. She straightened her legs
to parallel his. Her pelvis pressed against his hip, her vagina slid against
the top of his nearest thigh. The sensation was overpowering. Like a feverish
whore she began to rock up and down against him. The pressure she exerted
caused her cunt lips to open and suck onto his flesh as she squirmed.
She squeezed his cock harder and moved up and down against his leg with
wilder determination. She wanted to fuck herself against her brother's thigh,
fuck fast and furious until she came. The bed made crazy noises of protest
which blended with her gasps and his.
"I'm so hot! Oh, Billy, you'd never believe how hot I am!" she murmured into
his open mouth.
He responded by looping his hips madly off the mattress, fucking up at her
clutching hand.
Her cunt lips grew more puffy as she rubbed them against his thigh, and it
seemed like the syrupy liquid would never stop flooding out of her vagina.
She thought, God, I've never been so wet! What's happening to me? She
positioned herself more on top of him, mashing her breasts wildly into his
chest. She threw one leg up over his thigh so that one knee was between his
legs. She was now able to grind straight down upon his thigh, applying more
pressure. Sparks of erotic sensation danced in her brain. She french kissed
Bill so hotly that they both found trouble breathing.
Then she wiggled up a little higher and worked her way more to the center of
his body so that his cock touched the hot edge of her cunt.
Had it happened accidentally? Judy wondered. Or had she done it on purpose?
Was it possible that in her madly aroused condition she had deliberately
guided her brother's erection against her cunt? Had she subconsciously wanted
her brother's hot young penis pressed against her passion-soaked vulva?
Did she want to get fucked by her own brother?
She didn't have any answers. She only knew she was going crazy with the feel
of his penis touching between her legs. She told herself silently to move
away, to reposition herself so she could again work her cunt up and down
against his thigh. But she felt physically unable to comply with her own
wishes. She held her body perfectly still, only her hand moving. As she
squeezed along the thick trunk of his cock, she felt the crown bulging out
against the swollen lips of her sensitized vulva.
Wrestling her tongue aside with his own, Bill managed to blurt, "Put it in,
Sis!"
Her brother's direct plea only served to augment her already incredible
lust. A throbbing dizziness engulfed her brain. Still, she couldn't put
his penis inside her - she just couldn't. But why not? She'd done
everything else with Bill besides fuck him. Why not that, too? Why not
...
Incest! No, she couldn't bring herself to do it. Even though her body craved
to be fucked, ached and lusted as it never had before, she couldn't make the
simple twist of her wrist that would have guided her brother's rock-hard cock
into her flooded and tingling vagina.
He lunged up at her, and her instant response was to push down on his cock
until it was mashed flat against his belly with no chance of making the
penetration. She felt more of his semen escape onto her fingers as she
pressed hard.
"Please, Sis!" he whined.
She pulled her mouth back from his and stared into his desperate eyes.
"I can't," she gasped.
"Why? Fuck me, Sis, please, fuck me! Why not?"
That same question - why? Why did she feel so reluctant to initiate the act?
Intellectually, she saw nothing wrong with it. Was she being prudish? If it
wasn't wrong, why was she denying herself something she wanted so badly?
"I can't wait, Sis! I gotta fuck you! Please!"
Beneath her he arched his body, struggling to free his imprisoned cock from
her hand. His fingers went behind her thighs, then around, then up until they
slid around the gooey rear area of her vagina.
She hissed hotly down on him. She whimpered, and her hips began to squirm
from side to side.
"Please, just this once!" Bill begged.
"I'll jack you off instead," she said, her words coming in broken wheezes of
passion.
"No!"
"Yes, let me jack you off, baby brother, and you can come all over me and ..."
"Please!" His voice was becoming higher in pitch. "Put it in! I just gotta
fuck you, Judy!"
She continued to shift her weight. The thick bottom end of his erection
rubbed back and forth against her cunt lips, making her gasp hotly. The
pressure was teasing her clitoris, making the knob ache for release.
"We can suck each other!" she whispered as a last resort, her voice almost
obliterated because of her harsh panting.
"Fuck!" he hissed. He had tried to utter a full sentence, but that was the
only word that had come out. He said it once more, more forcefully.
"You're my brother!" she said.
"So what?" His response was immediate.
So what! The words cut like a hot sword into Judy's brain. Why was she being
so irrational? She prided herself on her logic; her classmates looked to her
for leadership. And here she was acting like her mother - putting
restrictions on herself without any logical reason. And here was her own
brother, whom she considered less mature than herself mentally, making a
mockery of her inhibitions. So what, he had said. So what if he was her
brother. She did want to fuck him. She was hot out of her skull. Her whole
body was alive with desire, her breath coming in chaotic spurts, her vagina
soaked with the evidence of her need.
She repositioned her body without really thinking about it. She slid up
several inches and loosened the firm downward pressure of her hand against
Bill's penis. Once again, the head of his cock brushed the puffed-out folds
of her vulva, as an ultra-hot surge of lust swept up her spine.
"Yeah! Do it, Sis! Shove it in!"
She was almost beyond control now. Yet, from her quivering lips came the
words, "Just around the outside! I'll let you rub it around the outside of my
pussy!"
But Bill was too aroused to compromise. He twisted his hips in an effort to
jam his penis into his sister's overheated channel. His wrists were tight
against the backs of her thighs, his fingers holding the lips of her pussy
wide open.
Despite Judy's whimpering protests, she held her legs wide open and secretly
hoped that his cock would thrust into her cunt - maybe just an inch or so,
and then she could expel it right away.
His erection battered against the opening of her vagina. The whole head of it
sank in for a split second. The agonizing thrill was more than Judy had
expected, and she cried out hotly. But then, because they were both squirming
so frantically, the crown slipped back out and rested against her vulva just
below her clitoris.
She looked down at her brother's face and saw the raw, twisted lust written
on him. His mouth gaped open once, but he said nothing.
Then he was pleading, "Judy! Please, oh, Sis, let me fuck you! I'll do
anything! Please!"
The feel of his cock raking back and forth across her clitoris as he swiveled
his hips was too much for Judy to endure. She knew the fight was over, and
she was glad. She splayed her legs still wider until her toes were digging
into the sheets on each side of his ankles.
"All right!" she hissed. "I'm going to fuck you, little brother! I'm going to
fuck you like crazy! Just tonight, just this once and never again!"
Then she threw her whole weight down on him, covering his mouth with a
jamming soul kiss while her hand helped his erection slip into the
unbelievably wet pit between her thighs.
"Oh, yes!" she groaned as the staff glided into her slit.
He was all the way in. They froze for ten seconds, growing accustomed to the
feel of each other. Then Judy began to move. She lifted her ass and slammed
her belly down against him. She screwed hard and briskly, panting both from
arousal and exertion. She was powerless to oppose the storm of sexual bliss
that consumed her. All her energy, her every twitch and quiver, was directed
against her brother's hard young cock. She wanted it. She wanted his sperm
to fill her, to overflow and mingle with her own juices. She wanted to give
Billy one hell of a ride; she wanted him to know just how good a fuck she
really was.
Their tongues stirred about in each other's mouth. They moaned with their
lips sucking together. Judy's tits tickled deliciously as she brushed them
against Bill's soft, sweating chest.
"Give it to me, Billy!" she wailed. "Fuck your come right up into me!"
He was jerking spastically beneath her. It thrilled her to know how hot she
was making him. She clutched with her cunt, making him moan louder and squirm.
She spread her legs wider than she thought possible, the muscles screaming
silently in her thighs. Her toenails scratched viciously across the sheets.
Her arms flung up above their heads, her fingers curling into the pillow.
"Keep fucking, Sis!" His cry was followed by a long, inhuman groan that sent
a thrill sailing up Judy's spine.
His fingers still spread her cunt open wide while he jammed himself into her.
His thumbs played with her anus, one wedging into the spongy opening and
making her scream in tormented ecstasy.
"Ah, ahh, aahhh! Fuck me, baby brother! Fuck me, fuck me! I'm going to come
already! You, too! Yes, come too, Billy! Come, come, come, come!" The sound
of her own heated words mingling with Bill's bellowing gasps excited Judy
beyond belief. She had never known such sexual hunger. Her whole self seemed
aflame; every inch of her quaking, perspiring body seemed to crave release.
Then her orgasm was upon her - a thunderous, straining climax that sent her
bucking around like a demented whore on top of her horny brother.
She stretched out stiffly, her fingernails ripping through the pillowcase,
her hair hanging down into Bill's contorted face, perspiration running wildly
from her forehead. Her cunt clasped and contracted, milking at the rapidly
driving penis.
Bill cried piteously and arched his body rigidly at her. He came.
"Oh, Sis, now! I'm shooting it in you!" he grunted.
She bit lightly against his lips, feeling the blast of sperm crash with great
force against the inner walls of her convulsing pussy. She whimpered, then
screamed.
"Yes, yes, yes, fuck, fuck, fuck!" she sobbed. And she kept coming.
His sperm spilled out of her pussy in a hot river, gushing down over her
thighs and his testicles, dampening the sheets. And she continued to climax
right along with him, her mind oblivious to everything but sex as she made
stiff, jitterish movements with her hips and blurted out her passion in
throaty sobs. She clenched her buttocks around his probing thumbs and howled
in pleasure as his fingers played around the edges of her throbbing cunt
where the juices spilled out.
"It's so good!" she finally managed to say when the heat of her climax had
ebbed somewhat. The last waves of their orgasms faded, and they were left
lying limply, gasping, their muscles lifeless.
They parted finally, but she didn't leave his bedroom. They talked about the
plan, scheming how Bill would approach Ralph with the request that the boy
seduce their mother. It was so deliciously thrilling, lying naked in bed with
her younger brother, talking about it.
Ten minutes after they had finished their first fuck, Judy spread her legs so
that Bill could climb above her. She hadn't really believed they would never
do it again.
* * *
Arlene had thought she'd heard strange noises coming from Bill's room, but
she was too wound up in her own lust to investigate.
Her dirty little fantasy was recurring, causing her to drive her fingers
powerfully into her aroused vagina as she rolled between the sheets. She
couldn't help herself. It was happening again and she couldn't stop it.
"Ralph!" she whispered hoarsely, tossing about beneath her own expert
caresses. "Fuck me, Ralph! Fuck me!"

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Chapter 5
Arlene tried to pretend her husband was merely away on business, but her mind
refused to be tricked. She felt empty and lonely.
Hal was in jail.
She couldn't imagine how he was coping with the situation. Such a proud,
upstanding man. Did he exchange friendly talk with the other prisoners? Or
did he simply keep his eyes cast low and never speak at all? These thoughts
pained Arlene so much that she forced her mind to wander to images less
disquieting. She forced herself not to worry about her community standing,
forced herself not to think about how she and Hal would feel toward each
other when he was released from jail in three weeks. What she thought about
was Judy. How warm and loving her daughter had acted today. And it wasn't a
special sort of day at all - no holiday, nobody's birthday or anniversary.
Judy was such a wonderful daughter. Perhaps Arlene worried too much about the
girl's manner of dressing and her obvious flirtations around boys. She should
put more trust in Judy, Arlene decided. Her daughter was too bright and too
self-respecting to let those boys have their way with her. The more she
thought about it, the more certain Arlene became that Judy wouldn't let any
boys get into her pants.
Even though she was certain of this, the mere thought of some boy between her
daughter's legs sent strange shivers storming to Arlene's brain.
Were they shivers of revulsion? Or were they shivers of excitement?
Arlene was in bed. It was eight at night, and both Bill and Judy were at a
party. The fact that her children were partying on Monday night with school
tomorrow struck Arlene as odd. But Judy had been especially sweet and
thoughtful ever since she got home from school this afternoon. It would have
been awkward for Arlene to have objected when her daughter had mentioned the
party tonight at dinner.
Arlene's hand had seemed to slip between her thighs of its own accord.
Realizing she was beginning to masturbate, she yanked her hand away and
flushed the image of Judy and an unknown lover from her brain. What's the
matter with me? she scolded mentally. Thinking about her own daughter like
that. And... and enjoying it.
Aloud she grumbled, "And what the hell do you think you're doing in bed,
anyway, Arlene French?" No sooner had Bill and Judy gone out the door than
she'd stripped, got into her housecoat and flopped onto the bed.
She made what she thought was a legitimate effort to get out of bed. But she
managed only to turn onto her side. She felt her clitoris hammering one
lustful throb after another. As her hand once more crept down toward her
vagina, she ordered it to stop. She willed her hand to fall limply to her
side - but it didn't. It was as if two separate parts of her brain were
waging war, the decent, rational part against the forces of lust. And lust
was winning.
Her fingers danced up under the hem of her housecoat, going directly to the
ultra-slick, distended lips of her cunt.
Quivering tremors of excitement shot through her. Her legs opened
automatically as she rolled onto her back again. The tip of one wiggling
finger stabbed the cunt's threshold, the hot flesh lubricating the invading
digit. Arlene groaned hotly. She rocked on her hips. Her other hand went
quickly to join the first. Several fingers now teased around the edges of her
orifice. She fucked up at her fingers, babbling throatily, squirming.
She knew she had no control. She was going to make herself come again, just
like that night. Just like the night before last. Just like always. She was
going to fingerfuck herself again because she couldn't help it.
Expelling a harsh, lustful sigh, she spoke aloud. "Damn you, Arlene! All
right, all right! You want to make yourself come, so let's get it over with!
For God sakes, don't spend all night playing with yourself!"
She kept one hand busy against her crotch as she rolled on one side and
reached for the nightstand drawer. She quickly fumbled to the rear of the
drawer, finding the scarf which held her cherished tools of masturbation. She
unwrapped the candle, set it aside and grabbed the battery-powered vibrator.
She wasted no time. Flicking the switch at the base of the five-inch long,
one-and-a-half inch wide, phallic-shaped vibrator, she slipped it beneath her
housecoat. She didn't linger around the edges of her cunt. She jammed it
right in - all the way. It buzzed, a low-pitched buzzing that accompanied the
lightning-quick tremors. God, what a thrilling sensation. No hands could ever
duplicate the fantastic effect. And it would go on and on as long as she
could endure the exquisite pleasure.
Sometimes she could come within a minute of inserting the smooth plastic
shaft into her vagina. She felt now that she was going to be able to climax
almost instantly.
While one hand clutched the base of the vibrator, holding the object firmly,
her other hand played around one side of her clitoris, making the
mini-erection throb wildly though she never touched it.
The intense vibrations seemed to draw the juices from the inner walls of her
vagina in a never-ceasing flood. The glue-like substance poured out of her
cunt, sticking to her fingers and thighs, matting her pubic hairs. She danced
around helplessly on the mattress, striving, striving, striving ...
The doorbell rang.
"Damn it!" Arlene moaned, and for several seconds she made no move to get off
the bed. She merely continued to fondle her lust-aching cunt, shoving the
vibrator up her passage as deep as it would go.
Her muscles twitched and fluttered, her thighs rippling tautly as she
stretched and relaxed, stretched, relaxed. The sensations were: unbelievably
intense, and she had to come. She had to.
Again the doorbell.
"Oh, damn!" she almost shouted. She rolled to the edge of the bed and sat up,
her brain dizzy and confused. Reluctantly, she switched off the vibrator and,
pulling the slick object out of her vagina and placing it beneath her pillow,
she stood up.
Her legs were shaky. She adjusted her housecoat and staggered out of the
bedroom, down the hall, through the living room.
She cracked the front door open slightly, and said, "Who is it?" Her voice
was hollow and annoyed.
"Ralph," came the reply.
She opened the door fully. She tried to smile. She really liked Ralph. He
was so well-mannered, so polite. She wished that all of Bill's friends were
like Ralph, that way she wouldn't have to worry about her son. Sometimes she
had hinted to Judy that Ralph would make a good boy friend. Then there was
the disquieting thing about Ralph. Ralph, Ralph, Ralph. His name seemed to
sing through Arlene's mind all day long. But it wasn't his fault. He was just
a bright, personable boy, and he had never done anything to encourage
Arlene's perversion. Perversion? Yes, what else was it? A grown woman
constantly masturbating and often thinking about the handsome
sixteen-year-old Ralph as she fingered herself.
She could hardly look him in the eye as he stood in the doorway. She felt
guilty. She had used the mental image of this boy while she made herself
come. That was ugly, dirty, unnatural. How could she ever look Ralph in the
eyes with this terrible deep secret burdening her?
"Hello, Mrs. French. I came by to borrow Bill's science textbook. I lost
mine, and he said I could borrow his."
"Bill's out at a party right now," she told the boy. Then she added, gazing
down at her bare feet, "But I'm sure it would be all right if you just went
into his room and got it."
She stepped aside and let the smiling Ralph enter. He closed the door behind
him, and Arlene felt a hot shiver in her groin. God, I'm alone in the house
with Ralph!
For some reason, unclear even to herself, she followed Ralph to her son's
bedroom. She trusted Ralph, and it would have been perfectly natural for her
to let him go into the room unescorted. But still she stood in the doorway
while the boy rummaged through Bill's drawers and closet.
Arlene realized with amazement that she was getting more aroused. Watching
Ralph was turning her on, and she tried to fight it. But the mere nearness of
the boy sent undeniable waves of lust through her. Several times Ralph
turned to look at Arlene.
Could he tell she was aroused? she wondered. Did he know she was completely
naked beneath her housecoat? Could he sense that her nipples were firm and
aching? That her thighs were smeared with her own seeping passion juice? That
she was deliberately contracting her vagina again and again while she watched
him?
Despite her revulsion, her mind conjured up the lewd, lewd image of her and
Ralph tangling naked on her son's bed. She pictured herself fucking the
surprised Ralph, bucking around like some cheap gutter whore.
"No!" she gasped aloud.
"What?" Ralph asked, turning to face her.
"Nothing, oh, nothing!" she said. "I was just talking to myself." She tried
to breathe normally, but she knew that Ralph had detected the shrill
excitement in her voice.
She couldn't stand there any longer.
Fighting to control herself, she said, "You'll have to excuse me, Ralph. I
was taking a nap when you rang the doorbell, and I'm still pretty tired. You
just look until you find the book, and lock the door behind you when you
leave the house."
"Okay, thanks, Mrs. French." His voice sent ripples of pleasure through her
whole body.
My God! she thought. He's such a nice kid, how can I think such dirty
thoughts about him? What's wrong with you, Mrs. Harold French?
Her legs trembled beneath her as she turned and walked hurriedly to her
bedroom. Once safely within her room, she closed the door tightly, leaned
against it and heaved a long, hot sigh.
A minute later she was on her back, centered on the king-size mattress, her
housecoat open down the front, her hands slipping down across her belly.
There was no reasoning left in her. She had to finish herself now. Right now,
and it didn't matter that Ralph was still in the house.
She rubbed hotly around the edges of her cunt, her fingers dancing and
fluttering as both hands worked in tandem to excite every nerve cell.
She tried to quiet her breathing, but the task was impossible. Her hot breath
was coming in swift, forceful gasps, tiny moans of passion escaping from
between her tightly clenched teeth. The index finger of her right hand went
into her vagina, first as deep as the middle knuckle, then all the way. She
made a sweeping, stirring motion with the finger, round and round until she
couldn't stand it any longer. Then she began to stroke briskly in and out
while her thumb applied off-and-on pressure just below her engorged clitoris.
"Mmmm!" she purred. "Oh, mmmm, oh, oh!"
Her left hand was fanned out on her groin, two fingers spreading the top of
her cunt lips wide. Then she removed that hand from her lower belly and
fumbled under the pillow above her head. She extracted the vibrator, flicked
it on, and brought it without hesitation to the lips of her hot, creamy cunt.
She touched the rounded end to her clitoris, leaping up off the bed because
of the excruciating pleasure.
She whimpered aloud. She hoped that Ralph wouldn't hear the humming of the
vibrator or her hot, ceaseless moaning. She passed the vibrator from her left
hand to her right. With the latter, she worked the instrument into her madly
pulsating cunt. She spread her legs wide and arched off the bed again and
again, laboring toward the climax which seemed so vital to her.
She lunged, hissing great sobs, perspiration beginning to shine on her body,
wetting the housecoat which was open and hanging to her sides. One hand
busied itself by brushing across her hot nipples, kneading the rubbery hills
of her breasts, violently pushing at the sexually tingling flesh.
The vibrator droned on. And then, as she squirmed and jerked her hips in
ecstatic abandon, she heard the front door open and slam, and she knew Ralph
had left.
* * *
Ralph was no fool. The minute Mrs. French had answered the doorbell, he had a
pretty good idea what she'd just been up to. She was disheveled, and panting
like crazy. Her eyes were hazed over. She was flushed and perspiring. And the
real clincher was her hands. Her fingers were glistening and coated over with
a clear, sticky substance.
Yes, Ralph guessed right away that Arlene French had been masturbating when
he'd rung the bell. He decided it was going to make his seduction of the
inhibited housewife a whole lot easier.
He had hardly believed it today when Bill had approached him with the plan.
Bill, his best friend, wanted his services. Bill wanted his own mother
seduced. Of course, Ralph knew right away that it wasn't Bill's idea. Such a
wild, incredible scheme could only have been conceived by Bill's sister Judy.
That beautiful young nymph. When Bill had shyly approached him with the idea,
Ralph had pretended to be reluctant. But it required some pretty tough
acting, because he was more than eager to fuck the beautiful, blonde, prudish
mother of his best friend. He liked fucking older women, especially uptight,
horny older women who craved his young cock but were ashamed to admit it.
Twice he had made it with mothers of girls he had dated. Once he screwed his
father's secretary. But those times were different. The fucking had been
secretive. What he would try to do tonight was fuck Arlene French with her
children's blessing. Of course, his intended copulation with Mrs. French
wouldn't have Hal French's blessing. But he was in jail, and couldn't do a
thing.
Ralph hadn't acted any differently than usual when Mrs. French had opened the
door. He had noted the tell-tale signs of masturbation without giving himself
away. He was polite, too polite - the way he always was around adults. He was
a young prince, an angel. Maybe it was his well-bred aura that turned older
women on. Or maybe it was just his body - his manly, muscular, overdeveloped
physical form.
Anyway, he had long ago discovered that the adults in his middle-class
community responded to him a lot better when he was overbearingly polite. So
that's the way he always acted in their presence.
While he scouted Bill's room for the textbook (which he had no interest in
finding and which Bill had securely hidden), he couldn't help noticing the
way Arlene's breasts pushed against her housecoat. Every time he cast a
glance in her direction, she was looking directly at him. But each time, she
quickly, timidly shifted her glance just as soon as their eyes met. She must
have been even hotter than he'd guessed she was, because she suddenly had
excused herself, saying she had been interrupted in her nap and was returning
to bed. No sooner had she got into her bedroom than Ralph had tiptoed down
the hall to her door and listened. Soon there came harsh gasps, murmurs,
groans. Then the bed creaked. Ralph supposed the humming sound was some kind
of vibrator.
"Mmmm!" came a strangled sob from the bedroom.
Then Ralph walked briskly to the front door. He opened it noisily, then
slammed it hard. The sound of the door crashing closed echoed thunderously.
He was sure that even though Arlene was concentrating on satisfying her lust,
she had heard the door open and slam. Now she would be thinking she was alone
in the house.
Ralph tiptoed back to the closed door to Arlene's bedroom. He crouched and
listened.
Through the door filtered the woman's hot sounds. "Mmmm! Mmmmfff! Oh, God!
God, oh, oh, oh!"
The bed was creaking so loudly Ralph was mesmerized. It was almost musical,
the creaking bedsprings mingling with her hot gasps and the faint buzz of
what Ralph judged to be a vibrator.
His cock was surging up and out, pressing against his pants, nearly erect
now. He wanted to see the woman. He wanted to get a glimpse of her face and
body as she struggled toward orgasm. Should he crack the door open? Did he
dare? Would she notice? Probably not. She was too excited. Besides, if she
did notice, it wouldn't matter. Ralph was going to make his presence known to
her soon anyway.
Slowly he reached for the door knob and turned it. Then he pushed in. A
narrow crack formed through which he could see into the bedroom. But he
couldn't see the bed. The door opened at the wrong angle. Then he noticed the
mirror, and it was positioned perfectly. The reflected image of the
masturbating Mrs. French was clear, the bedside lamp supplying just the right
amount of light to cast an erotic gleam over her body.
She was certainly a sight. Her housecoat was wide open, flared beneath her
like a cape, only her arms covered by the material. Her legs were drawn back
against her breasts, her thighs spread apart so she had easy access to her
vagina. One of her hands kneaded her breasts wildly while the other held the
vibrator deep within her cunt. Her pussy juices were smeared all over her
inner thighs, and the sheet beneath her was stained with her passion flow.
Her movements were frantic. She rocked back and forth, doing the first third
of a backward somersault again and again.
Deep gurgling groans came from within her. Then she was spitting out words,
words that startled the boy who crouched in the doorway and peeked at her
reflection in the mirror.
"Oh, baby!" she blurted. "F-fff-fuck! Fuck me! Oh, Ralph, yes, it's so wrong!
Fuck me! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Fuck me, Ralph, I need it! I'm going to come!
Ralph, oh, Ralph! Fuck!"
Ralph's fully erect penis now thrust painfully within the confines of his
trousers. He couldn't believe what he'd just heard. Mrs. French was thinking
of him while she diddled. She was pretending she was fucking him. Shit, this
is going to be easy! he thought.
He watched as her leg muscles made tiny spastic ripples. She groaned deeper,
and he knew she was ready to get her relief. This was the perfect time for
action.
He stood, shoved the door wide open and strode into the bedroom. His gait was
that of a young, self-assured conqueror.
* * *
Now that she had heard the front door slam and was convinced that Ralph was
out of the house, Arlene began to fuck herself with wilder abandon. She no
longer tried to muffle her outcries or to control her movements. The visit
of her imagined young lover had really set the fires blazing within her body.
She was building toward a climax more shattering than any she had ever
experienced.
She was irrational, and she made no effort now to control herself. She didn't
try to expunge the image of Ralph from her delirious mind. She welcomed it.
She pretended that he hadn't left the house, that instead he had come into
her bedroom and was fucking her silly.
The vibrator was tremoring relentlessly inside her incredibly drenched cunt.
She became wilder and wilder, one hand playing havoc with her tingling
breasts while the other anchored the massager. She brought her legs up,
doubled, and pressed her knees almost against her tits. She nearly
somersaulted backward. Then she began an insane, rhythmic rocking.
Words and garbled moans escaped her lips. Finally she was almost coming, and
she ranted, "Oh, baby! F-fffk! Fuck me! Oh, Ralph, yes, it's so wrong! Fuck
me! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Fuck me Ralph, I need it! I'm going to come! Ralph, oh,
Ralph! Fuck!"
Her legs quivered. Her stomach trembled. She was sliding toward her climax,
her brain numb. And then ...
God, she thought, there's someone in the room!
Even as this ominous truth blanketed her brain, Arlene continued to writhe.
Instead of immediately halting all movement, her fingering of her breasts and
vagina began to taper off slowly until finally she was able to remain
relatively still - the vibrator still humming deep in her vagina - and turn
toward the unknown intruder.
It was Ralph. The boy she had just pretended was fucking her now stood two
feet from her bed, a smoky lust in his eyes.
She should have felt rage, but she felt nothing of the sort. The blood
swirled like a tornado inside her head. She wanted to faint.
She'd been caught. Caught. Caught.
A grown woman. Playing with herself. And this teen-age boy gaping down at
her, staring at the vibrator that still buzzed within her vagina. God! she
thought. Don't let this be real! But it was real, terribly, unchangeably real
- and she felt like dying.
She had been on the verge of coming, and now her lust seemed to be frozen
right on the edge of orgasm. She was neither cooling off nor getting hotter.
Her clitoris went right on throbbing. But her brain would have no part of her
sexual excitement. All she could think about was the ugly trauma that
confronted her.
Her legs lowered and came to rest on the mattress. The vibrator slipped
halfway out of her cunt, still buzzing.
She drew her thighs together, and somehow had the presence of mind to reach
down and flick off the vibrator. She tore the instrument from her vagina and
threw it asides if this ridiculous gesture could help make things right
again. She began buttoning her housecoat, hardly realizing what she was
doing, putting the top button in the wrong hole.
He stood over her, a partial smile on his lips.
Arlene's thoughts had no consistency, they merely floated around in her
brain. She felt only shock and guilt and distress. A horrible, creeping shame
swept over her. It was worse than a nightmare.
She finally managed to fit the last button into a buttonhole. Her housecoat
was uneven, but at least it was on - at least Ralph couldn't stare at her
depraved nudity any more.
She looked away from the boy, her eyes open and fixed on the ceiling. If she
remained perfectly still, if she said nothing, perhaps he would slip out of
the room and go away. Perhaps he would leave her alone to suffer.
This hope was quickly shattered.
"Were you having a good time, Mrs. French?" His voice was cocky, assured, so
unlike the normally polite tones he used.
Tears of shame and humiliation formed in her eyes. She threw the top sheet
over her to give her still another shield against his stare.
When she failed to answer, he said, "Must be real lonely with your husband in
jail, huh, Mrs. French?"
"Ralph, don't! Please, don't!" His words were cruel, terribly cruel.
Surely this wasn't the same mannerly boy she thought so highly of.
"Want me to get in bed with you?" he asked coyly.
"No!" she sobbed. "No! No! No! Please get out!"
"If I get out, you'll just finish what you started. Would you rather make
love to that vibrator or to me?"
His words stung her. "I ... I could never make love to you," she whispered.
"You must leave!"
He sat on the edge of the bed and kicked off his shoes.
"No!" she screamed, suddenly aware of what his intentions were.
He wanted to fuck her.
Before she realized what was happening he had wormed his hand beneath the
sheet and between two buttons of her housecoat. Without hesitation, he shoved
a finger up into her cunt.
"Oh, oh, no!" she cried. Her hand gripped his wrist firmly, trying to pull
him away. Her thighs remained locked together, and this only served to
imprison the finger she was struggling to expel.
She sobbed in frustration. He was so strong. And now he was wiggling his
finger around in her vagina. And it felt good. Oh, damn, don't let it feel
good! she thought.
"Get away! Get out, damn you!" she screeched.
"It feels good, doesn't it?" he breathed, leaning over her and pressing his
lips to hers.
She kept her mouth tightly closed, refusing to have anything to do with the
kiss. Waves of shock continued to engulf her, but she couldn't deny that his
probing finger was reawakening the explosive lust she had felt when he
entered the room. She had to stop him. He was going to make her come. She had
to make him leave.
His mouth still pressed to hers. Involuntarily she uttered a hot gasp, and
her lips parted slightly. He took the opportunity to lick his tongue across
her straight white teeth.
Then his thumb was up against her clitoris, and she couldn't prevent herself
from lunging with her hips. Her thighs opened slightly.
"Please don't!" she begged. "Please, please, please, please, please don't!"
When she was finished with her plea, her mouth remained open. She couldn't
help herself. He wedged his tongue into her mouth, and her tongue tasted his.
"No!" she mumbled. "Nnnooooo!"
Her legs shot wide apart, acting without any instructions from her brain. She
realized he was unbuttoning her housecoat, and she didn't stop him. Then his
hand left her cunt and he quickly stripped his clothes away, heaving the
garments carelessly onto the floor.
She was horrified. This was going too far.
"Oh, no! No you mustn't!" But she watched him disrobe, and when his huge
young cock was unveiled, she gasped. It was bigger than her husband's. Much
bigger. It was even bigger than she had imagined in her hot fantasies.
Then he was naked and he pulled the sheet off her body. Her housecoat was
open now, showing her flawless breasts, her vagina wet and slippery, the cunt
hairs gathered into unnatural sticky curls.
Her mind froze. Suddenly he was over her, his cock held in one hand, aimed at
her vagina.
A dizziness clutched her mind. She couldn't let him. She'd never let anyone
except her husband. It was wrong, dirty, perverted, and her clitoris was
throbbing like crazy.
What's wrong with me? Those same haunting words jolted her mind again and
again. She couldn't let herself be fucked by a teen-age boy.
"I'm going to fuck you now, Mrs. French!" His calm words sent the ultimate
shock through Arlene's already tormented head.
Then his hand was no longer guiding his cock, but was teasing her cunt and
clitoris. She squirmed despite herself. She groaned.
He kissed her more feverishly than ever, and she returned his kiss with a
savage tongue.
But then the true horror of what she was doing dawned on her, and she broke
the kiss, crying, "Oh, we must stop! Oh, don't do it! Please, don't!"
But his hand was working her into a frenzy of lust she couldn't control.
She spread her legs wider. She bucked beneath him.
Ralph smiled to himself. He had her now. Only her mind was fighting, her body
was his to fuck.
She said, "Go away, Ralph!"
He almost laughed out loud at her silly plea. She no more wanted him to leave
than she wanted to die. She wanted to live and fuck. He'd never seen a body
more desperate for it. Just to prove his point, he rolled away from her. He
even got up off the edge of the bed and began slipping into his underwear.
"Wh-what ..." She left her thought unsaid.
"You told me to go away, Mrs. French!"
My God, has it come to this? Arlene thought. Does he want me to beg for it?
Suddenly she knew she must speak to save her sanity. She couldn't let him
leave, not now.
In a whispering voice, choked with passion, she said, "Come back!"
"What for?" he asked coolly.
She knew what he was hinting at. He wanted to hear her say that awful
debasing word. He wanted to hear her beg crudely like some street whore.
"Say what you want!" he demanded.
She couldn't possibly. She sobbed in agony as his cock was buried within the
fabric of his shorts. He began to step into his trousers.
"I can't ..." Arlene whined. "I can't say it!"
"Yes you can," he retorted. "You can and you did! I heard you. And you used
my name, too! So why can't you say it now, Mrs. French?" He spat the words at
her as if he were enjoying her torment.
He continued to dress.
Arlene's legs arched, her thighs quivered. Her whole body pulsated in
excruciating arousal. Her hands danced down to her belly, but she didn't
touch her vagina. She didn't dare.
And then nothing seemed to matter except her hot, rampant desire and she
groaned, "All right! God, I can't help it! I want it! I want you to. Come
back! Come back and fuck me! Hurry, Ralph! Hurry and fuck me!"

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Chapter 6
Her crude, urgent cry was exactly what Ralph had wanted to hear. He stepped
out of his partially donned trousers and peeled his undershorts down over his
hips. He discarded both garments. Ten seconds after Arlene had begged him to
fuck her, he was back on the bed, his hand working vigorously between her
hotly open thighs.
She was sobbing, a mixture of guilt and ecstasy. It seemed incredible to her
that she had actually spoken the words. But she had, and they couldn't be
unsaid now.
It wasn't a nightmare, not any more. Maybe later the full horror of the
situation would return to her. But now she was simply numb - numb mentally -
uninterested in all the social taboos that declared her behavior wrong and
indecent. She only knew what she needed. Sex.
It was happening. Her dark, dirty fantasy was about to come true, and she
wasn't even fighting it. She hunched up slightly off the mattress and,
without any help from him, slipped completely out of her housecoat. She
heaved the garment aside, letting it sail to the carpet on top of the
vibrator which she had hurled there minutes ago. Minutes ago? It seemed like
an eternity to her.
She spread her legs indecently wide and waited for him to fuck her.
His lips neared hers, his tongue poking out to touch her mouth.
"Yes, yes, yes!" she murmured.
She kissed back at him wildly, feeling his penis pressing into her thigh. His
hand was driving her mad as he spread the slippery lips of her vagina with
his young able fingers.
"Mmmfff!" she groaned into his mouth. "Oh, Ralph! I need it, do whatever you
want to me! Use me, fuck me, make me come."
Her words seemed unreal to her, yet she couldn't stifle them. It was as if a
dam had burst and all the waters were crashing uncontrolled through the
broken barrier. She still had her inhibitions, but they had no power over
her. Her lust was master, ruling her body, causing more and more liquid to
flow out of her vagina onto Ralph's skillful fingers.
"Fuck, fuck!" she moaned hysterically.
"Roll over," he demanded, and she was surprised to hear how controlled his
voice sounded despite his obvious arousal.
He's experienced! she realized. He's been fucking a lot of women! His
authoritative tone made her all the more eager to obey. She turned all the
way over, her hot, hard nipples now pressing into the sheets below. At first
she held her thighs locked together. Ralph's hand had been forced from her
pussy when she'd turned, and now there was no physical contact between them -
only his hot breath crashing against the back of her neck as he hovered above
her. Then she felt compelled to spread her legs, and she did so. She felt
wicked and excited, the knowledge that his lecherous young eyes were feasting
on her buttocks making her wild with desire.
"Oh, God!" she groaned. "Oh, God, oh!"
"Kneel up," he ordered.
Again she obeyed instantly, thrusting her ass up and folding her knees
beneath her. Her shoulders remained on the mattress.
He positioned himself behind her, his knees inside hers. He gripped her
waist, pulling her hips higher. His stiff, throbbing cock rubbed between her
thighs. He leaned over and kissed her shoulder. She squirmed and moaned
hotly. He made several jabbing lunges with his pelvis, stabbing at her cunt
but not entering.
"Don't tease!" she pleaded. "I'll do anything, but don't tease!"
She felt him move back away from her, and she loosed a hollow groan of
disappointment.
Then she felt something hot against her vaginal lips - his breath. He had his
mouth near her exposed cunt and he was breathing harshly.
"No!" she whimpered. She hardly ever let her husband kiss her there. It was
wrong, sordid, unnatural.
But Ralph's lips were almost touching her vagina. He was gazing hotly at the
elongated, glistening slit - and his mouth was getting nearer, nearer.
"Oh, no, don't!" she hissed. But his breath felt so good.
And his lips were suddenly against her. The contact sent her lurching
forward, gasping insanely. He kept his mouth glued to the soft pink cunt
lips, his tongue poking out timidly and touching her excited flesh.
"No, not that! Fuck me, Ralph!"
He ignored her cries. He licked more forcefully.
"Your pussy tastes really good, Mrs. French," the young boy praised,
continuing to kiss up and down her tortured slit as he spoke.
His words seemed obscene to her. What could be more depraved? she wondered.
She was on her husband's bed letting a mere boy slurp and suck at her vagina
while making lewd comments - and she wasn't even fighting him. Worse than
that, she was beginning to saw back and forth, pressing her cunt right up
against his open mouth. It all seemed so evil to Arlene.
"You want me to stop sucking your cunt, Mrs. French?" he teased, confident of
what the now crazy woman's answer would be.
The words poured out of her; she couldn't stop them. "No, don't stop! I want
you to suck my cunt! I-I love it!"
Now she was rocking madly back and forth. Her head was turned sideways
against the mattress, her blonde hair falling across her face and nearly
obliterating her contorted features.
He opened his mouth as wide as he possibly could, nearly engulfing the entire
length of her slit. He blew his hot breath onto her, excited by the feeling
of power it gave him to note the way she bucked and shifted in response to
his every action. Shit, I never expected Bill's mother to be this hot in bed!
he mused.
His tongue swept up and down her cunt, circling around her urethra and up to
tease her erect clitoris. He held onto her waist tightly, his head going
right with her as she lunged back and forth. His cheeks brushed against her
sticky thighs, his nose buried itself between her clasping buttocks.
What fun it was tormenting this uptight bitch, Ralph thought. But his cock
was aching for release and he could hardly contain himself any longer.
"Want me to make you come?" he mumbled, his voice now uneven with lust, less
masterful than before.
"Yes!" she wailed, and just at that very instant she felt her muscles ripping
apart. She threw her arms fitfully out to her sides, she tightened her leg
muscles, she sucked her stomach in painfully then thrust it far out, she
groaned laboriously, and she came. And came, and came.
While the incomprehensibly delicious spasms continued to rock her body, Ralph
came up flush behind her and slipped his cock into her contracting vagina.
Arlene was so delirious that it took her several seconds to realize he had
made the penetration. When it dawned on her that he had slipped the whole
massive bulk of his penis into her and that she had felt no pain, she became
still wilder. Her dream lover was fucking her. All those afternoons and
nights of masturbating and thinking of Ralph. And now it was true. She ground
her hips back at him while her climax consumed her. The lubricants oozed
from the spasming walls of her cunt, surrounding his erection in a juicy
ocean of female come.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" she ranted. "Ralph! Fuck!"
He had known he was hot when he'd inserted his cock. But he hadn't realized
how close to coming he was. Mrs. French was jerking around tumultuously, her
cunt clutching desperately at his erection, making his balls tighten and
sending him to the very verge of ejaculation.
He tried to warn her. "Not so hard! You'll make me shoot!"
Her only response was to stare back between her legs through the hair that
had fallen across her eyes. She saw his cock slicing in and out of her, the
staff gleaming with her own wetness. It was such a lewd, wonderful sight. She
cried, "Yes! Come inside me! I want all of it! Fuck!"
She kept coming.
She could actually see him begin to squirt the sperm into her. His cock had
been drawn back for an instant, teetering at the top of his stroke as he
readied himself to slam into her one final time. She saw his skin work back
tautly toward his testicles, then the whole shaft trembled and she could
almost see the path his sperm took as it shot from his balls up the length of
his erection.
He jammed it in all the way, burying himself into her humid passage, his
balls slamming against her clitoris as the first searing jet of sperm
splashed from his cock.
Her climax had begun to ebb, but the first spurt of semen crashing against
her cervix gave renewed life to her orgasm.
She screamed out again and again, her wails broken by gasps and sobs. Her
eyes remained opened. She continued to stare between her legs as Ralph fucked
his load into her. He pressed his belly harshly into her tensed buttocks and
rocked furiously with her, the bed groaning beneath them.
A second shot of sperm collided with her womb, a third, a fourth. One jet
after another sent her to the farthest limits of lust. She watched the sperm
seep slowly out of her vagina, at first milky white, then clearer and more
glittery as it trickled down her thighs, mingling with the juice and
perspiration already coating her flesh.
"You're a great fuck, Mrs. French!" he praised with an exhausted sigh after
the last of his semen had been emptied into her.
She collapsed to her stomach, stretching out flat on the sweat-soaked sheets,
his cock shrinking but still inside her. It was over.
Over. And the first threads of rationality were returning to her brain.
Pangs of guilt, shame, revulsion.
She lay perfectly still, not wanting to speak or be spoken to - not even
wanting to cry. He rolled off her finally, leaving her cunt suddenly empty.
She hoped he would go away and never come back. She wished she could sleep
and wake to find it had all been a dream - like all those others.
But then, she wasn't sure how many minutes later, his hands were touching her
again. He was tugging at her shoulder, trying to coax her onto her back.
She fought him, twisting her shoulder back down against the sheet. She didn't
want to face him. She couldn't possibly face him, not now with his sperm
still swirling hotly around in her just-fucked cunt. She could never face him
again.
In a whisper savage with conviction, she said, "Get out of my bedroom!"
"You sure change your mind in a hurry," Ralph observed. "Five minutes ago you
were begging for it! Now you got what you needed, so you think you can act
snooty again!"
His words stung her.
"Please leave," she gasped.
But he ignored her and said, "You'll never be the same again, Mrs. French.
You've done it now, and you can't take it back, so you might as well have
some more fun. I know you want some more!"
She couldn't believe these were the words of a sixteen-year-old boy. She felt
oddly as if he were the mature one and she were just a naive young girl. But
she must fight against him - she must!
Unexpectedly he rolled away from her, and she felt the mattress bounce as he
got off the bed. Could he be leaving? Had her ordeal ended? Then she heard
the drone of the vibrator. He had picked it off the carpet and switched it
on. He had the tool of her masturbation in his hand. Her brain swam through a
sea of humiliation.
Then the mattress sank beneath his weight as he knelt onto it. A second later
she felt the head of the phallic-shaped massager wedging between her buttocks.
"No! Don't, Ralph, stop!"
"Why stop? You did it to yourself, so what's wrong with me doing it to you?
This vibrator's still gooey from your cunt," he said.
His terrible lewd words tortured her mind, but she couldn't deny that she
felt a surge of excitement as the vibrator pressed against her anus. Then
Ralph worked lower, working the buzzing staff between her tightly locked
thighs, slipping it against her spermy vagina.
Another spasm of pleasure shot through her. It was happening all over again
and she couldn't control it. It was true what Ralph had said - she had done
it once and now it didn't really matter if she did it again. She had fucked
another male. She had cheated on her husband. Her legs spread slowly as Ralph
rubbed the vibrator against her soiled vagina.
She whimpered, then bit her lip to silence herself as the object was forced
into the lips of her pussy. He jammed it all the way up, and it slipped in
easily.
"Please ... don't," she begged, but her plea was a dying whisper lost beneath
the harsh sound of her own breathing.
Protest was futile. She wanted to be ravished by her boy-lover. She needed
it, more of it, more sex, more fucking.
He was tugging at her shoulder once again, and this time she allowed him to
roll her over. She closed her eyes, not wanting to face him. He held the
vibrator tightly, pushing it all the way into her vagina. She threw her legs
farther apart, moaning, twitching.
Suddenly he was straddling her chest, sitting on her breasts. She didn't
understand what he was contemplating until she felt the hot crown of his
erection brushing against her mouth. She groaned in revulsion.
She couldn't ... she would never ...
But even as she cringed in disgust, her lips opened and sucked the stiff,
pungent rod into her mouth. Her tongue circled the tip hungrily. She closed
her lips tightly around the shaft, lifting her head off the mattress to align
her mouth with the erection.
"That's good, Mrs. French! Suck! Oh, you give a good blow job!" he praised.
Her voice sounded foreign to herself as she choked, "Yes, I love to suck it!"
She held his hips in her hands, pulling him nearer and mashing her breasts up
against his loins. He began to shift his weight, crushing her to the bed
while he still reached behind him, keeping the vibrator stuffed up Arlene's
vagina.
Just when she hungered for him to shoot his jism into her avidly sucking
mouth, he twisted off her body, pulling his cock from her mouth with a swift
sideways motion. A drooling string of saliva now trailed from the corner of
her empty mouth.
Suddenly he was rolling her onto her stomach. He scooted downward, placed his
hands on her waist and lifted her hips. He was going to fuck her the same way
he had the first time, she thought. But what about the vibrator still
implanted in her cunt? Wasn't he going to remove it?
Then she knew the answer. She felt his cock pressing against the tight hard
entrance to her anus. He was going to try to fuck her there!
"Oh, no!" she screamed. "Anything, anything else!"
"Too damn dry," was all he said.
He touched her ass with the tip of a finger, then let the digit trail down to
her vagina, playing circularly in the swampy curls around the edges. He then
traced his way back to her rectum, inserting his now lubricated finger. He
repeated this process often, each time driving his finger farther up her
anus, feeling the hot tight elastic ring become less and less resistant to
his touch.
Then he was pressing his cock against her buttocks, wedging his oversize
member into the orifice of her ass.
"Nnnoooo!" she shrieked as she felt the searing pain of her virgin rectum
being abused.
The puckered opening was forced in, her own flesh being stretched and pushed
up into her ass. And then the ring gave little by little. She was being split
open, she felt.
"Oh, no! Please, no!" she whined. And she jerked furiously, trying to
dislodge him.
But he was strong, so very strong, and he kept his cock pressed against her
ass, pushing until her rectum had no option but to open and admit more of his
huge cruel cudgel.
Her physical agony encompassed her while she buried her face in the mattress,
biting desperately into the sheets while tears of shame streaked from her
eyes.
"You love it, don't you, Mrs. French!" she heard him groaning excitedly.
"You love being fucked in the ass, don't you? Tell me, tell me!"
"Nnooo!" she shouted. "No, stop! I can't stand it! Please, I'll do anything
else!"
But her sobbed plea only caused him to surge more cruelly against her ass.
The pain was like fire, hotter. She was being torn apart, and she was sure
that further agony was impossible, that she had reached the known limits of
torture.
But then, because her ass was growing accustomed to the continuing pain, she
was reawakened to the feel of the vibrator which was working her pussy into a
seething cavern of excited nerve endings. The conflict between her cruelly
ravished ass and her hotly excited cunt was ludicrous. How could a woman
possibly be aware of both these sensations at once? Arlene wondered dizzily.
And then the white hot pain in her rectum diminished rapidly. She was
bewildered. He was jammed all the way up her ass, fucking madly, and the pain
was fading. How could the change happen so suddenly? A minute ago she'd been
dying from pain and now ... and now ... God, she was actually working her
hips back against him.
"Ah! Mmmm! Mmmmfff!" she moaned.
Her anal passage was gripping at his cock, great muscular spasms making her
feel sensations unknown to her until now.
She bucked up at him willingly, loving it now, longing for him to fuck her
more harshly, wanting him to send his sperm sailing into her expanded rectum.
The vibrator was driving her crazy. She was going to come - any second.
Her orgasm rocked her suddenly - her stomach tensed, her back strained, she
ripped through the sheets with her fingernails. Spasmodically her buttocks
clenched. Never before had she been so excited. Her anal tunnel contracted
with such force around his hot penis that she feared she might crush it. He
continued to fuck into her, continued to hold the vibrator within her cunt.
She reared up madly with her buttocks, bucking crazily as she rocked on her
knees. The bed creaked harshly, the sound melting and blending with her
crazed groans and Ralph's excited male grunts.
"Oh, darling! It's wonderful!" she wailed in her delirium. "Wonderful!
Keep fucking! Fuck me forever, Ralph!"
Nothing mattered now except her enduring orgasm. Her toes curled so tightly
that she sent a flashing pain up the soles of her feet - a delicious
deliberately induced pain that enhanced the electric sensation of climax.
"Fuck, fuck!" Her words were more than mere groans now - they were shouts,
unashamed screams of joy.
Her climax diminished, but Ralph was still fucking her ass savagely. He
leaned up over her back, his belly impaled on her upthrust grinding hips. Her
buttocks dug into his groin. He was nearly out of his head with lust, and his
breath exploded in bursts as he kissed the back of her neck. His long hair
tickled across her perspiring back as he twisted his head from side to side.
"You're a great piece of ass!" he whispered.
Strangely, his words didn't shock her. She was beyond shock. New waves of
arousal were teasing through her loins. The vibrator kept on relentlessly.
Ralph never faltered in his rhythmic pace.
"Yes!" she cried. "Fuck me more! Make me come again!"
He shoved his cock up as far as it would go and held it there. She was doing
all the fucking now, and it felt delicious. Her hips were churning and
rotating so wildly that he wondered how long he could contain his orgasm.
"I love it! I love it! I love to fuck!" Arlene choked as her son's best
friend teased the sloppy wet edges of her engorged clitoris with able fingers.
Everything was blurry. She thought the room was spinning. White hot flashes
of passion sliced into her brain as she felt another climax approaching. She
could feel the vibrator and his penis pushing against each other through the
thin partition between her ass and cunt. She cried out, a garbled insane
wail. She screamed mindlessly and came.
"Oooohhhh! Aaaaggghhh! Oh!" she yelled as her clitoris throbbed harshly and
began to drum out another orgasm. She raked her fingernails across the
sheets, her hands trekking to her spasming cunt, pressing her fingers around
the sides of her quaking clitoris. She felt Ralph's fingers beside hers
holding the vibrator. Their fingertips met and danced juicily against each
other. She screamed louder.
Then Ralph groaned in deep passion. His words were high-pitched and excited
when he said, "I can't hold back! I'm coming, too!"
Her wildly contracting anus sucked the first jet of sperm from his quivering
penis. She could feel the hot spurt collide with her inner rectum, oiling her
channel and smearing around his tight-fitting cock.
"Give it to meeee!" she screamed as the subsequent shots of semen escaped his
balls and leaped up his staff and out the tip of his erection. The milky
substance filled her ass quickly, overflowed and trailed warmly along the
short distance from her rectum to her vagina.
Ralph bit lightly at her neck, bruising her sensitive skin as his sperm kept
billowing out of him. His groans spurred her lust, and she came harder than
she ever had before. It was wicked and wild, and she couldn't stop.
She thrust her legs out stiffly, collapsing flat onto the mattress. The
ejaculating young Ralph fell outstretched on top of her, burrowing his cock
into the farthest possible depths of her ravished rectum.
When her climax ended, Arlene felt drained.
She was in a stupor, a satiated trance, and she hardly realized that Ralph
had pulled his penis out of her rectum. She vaguely heard him dressing, and
she was aware that he was saying good-bye. Hardly above a whisper, she said,
"Good night." She said nothing else to the boy who had just fucked her silly
- the boy who had slipped into her room and found her at her perverted little
game of masturbation and taken her to peaks of sexual ecstasy higher than she
thought possible.
He was gone.
She lay unmoving on the sperm-stained, ripped sheets, hardly believing that
it had really happened.
And she didn't know whether to die of shame or feel happy.