Chapter 2
Margot Abbot turned off the alarm and rolled over. God, what a night! Dave had come over about eleven and they had fucked for hours. She felt as though she'd had fifty orgasms.
Margot sat on the edge of the bed and lit a cigarette. A cold, sticky wetness between her thighs made her grin. Dave had shot three loads in her cunt and one in her mouth. She'd really emptied his balls.
As she wiped her thighs she thought how nice it would be to fuck when Susan wasn't around. She could really holler and carry on and enjoy it completely. The idea made her shake, and she felt her nipples pucker up.
She rose and went into the bathroom. She closed the door and admired herself in the full-length mirror. She was thirty-seven and she was just as appealing as she had been at sixteen, when her father had driven her out of the house, calling her a slut and a whore.
It had been her breasts that had made him angry. Her mother had always been small and shriveled up, but she had blossomed out and was enjoying the fact that a cock in the cunt was worth a bad reputation. She'd worn special bras that made her already big tits seem even bigger, and when her father had grabbed her, his rough hands pawing at them, she had refused to let him do what he wanted. That was when she became "evil" and had to leave.
The next two weeks had been rough, and then she had met Frank Abbott, Susan's father. He'd been an older man, but they really clicked. She had lived with him from then on, going to school during the day and getting fucked every night by a truly educated cock. They had been married on her eighteenth birthday and almost five years later to the day she had become a widow with a two year old baby.
Margot had avoided committing herself to anyone for a long time after that. She'd raised Susan, worked hard and sublimated her screaming need for cock with frequent masturbation. Only when she was ready to climb the walls did she make the body bar circuit, picking up two or three men in succession and fucking them empty. Then she'd met Dave.
God! Margot shivered at the thought of him.
Dave had happened six months ago, and it still amazed her how she could fuck like a mink with him and still be the quiet, even repressed, mother during the day.
She gave her dark brown pubic hair a flick and turned on the shower.
Under the warm spray Margot felt her sleepiness washing away. She soaped a wash cloth and scrubbed herself, enjoying the stinging sensation. She soaped and washed her crotch gently, her clit was still inflamed from last night. Running her hand between her firm thighs, she separated the cheeks of her ass and soaped herself.
"Thank God he didn't stick that telephone pole of his up my ass," she murmured as she washed and fondled her rear. "I-I would have yelled the house down."
As she toyed with herself, Margot remembered the one time Dave had shoved it up her shit chute. The pain had driven her right out of her skull. She had begun to come, and couldn't stop. It had been so fucking good!
She pushed her finger against the puckered ring of her ass and felt it slip in a bit. She gasped as her body tingled and the familiar heat surged in her belly. She had to laugh at herself. She'd been fucked out less than eight hours before, and she was ready to do it all again!
"Oh hell, why not?" she asked herself.
But what to use? She had a dildo in her dresser, but she didn't want to get out of the shower.
There-the scrub brush, a nice round handle with a blunt end.
As she soaped it, Margot felt her belly knot in anticipation. She squatted and reached between her legs. She fumbled for a moment and then the rod touched her asshole. She exhaled slightly to relax the muscles and then pushed. The rod slid in.
"Ohhh, shit! That does feel fucking good," she whispered.
Still squatting, she pushed the rod in deeper and deeper. Her muscles twitched and her rectum began to hurt. She stopped and then eased the rod backwards. The pain went away and the fire in her belly roared higher.
"Ohhh, yes! It feels soooooo goooooood!" Margot whined.
The feeling was fantastic. The rod was much thinner than Dave's cock, but she could control it and put it just where she wanted. Her fingers played with her water-soaked crotch, not daring to touch her clit, but moving all around it. She rammed three fingers into her cum-slick vagina, feeling it pulse in response.
"Ohh, Dave! Where are you now that I need you?" She moaned and pumped the brush in and out of her asshole, shoving her fingers deeper into her cunt.
She felt as though she would burst any second. Taking a deep breath, she tried to ram her entire hand into her cunt.
"Oh shit! I'm gonna come!" She jerked the brush frantically and dragged her fingers over her clit at the same time.
"YES, OH MY FUCKING SHIT ... YEEEES!!" She screamed.
The brush fell to the bottom of the tub with a clatter, and Margot felt her asshole tighten up as the orgasm blew up in her belly.
Margot collapsed full-length in the tub, her body heaving spasmodically. The orgasm cramped through her groin, making her double over, her hands buried in her crotch. She didn't mind the hot water pouring over her, it was almost as hot as she felt inside. Her cunt spasmed and relaxed slowly and she could watch her belly flex as the last of the orgasm ebbed away.
"Ohhh, that was...." She grinned to herself and got up. "I'm going to have to do that more often."
Margot got out of the shower and dried herself, patting her breasts gently and feeling responding tingles between her thighs. Tossing on a robe, she went to wake her daughter.
Susan's door was partly open. This was unusual, for Susan was a very private person. Margot started to knock as she did every morning, but looking through the open door she saw Susan's bed reflected in the mirror.
Susan was lying on her back, her legs spread wide apart. One hand cupped a small breast, the other lay just above her gaping cunt.
Margot pushed the door open and tip-toed in. She looked down at her daughter and smiled knowingly. The stains on the sheets and Susan's position told their own story. Her little daughter had masturbated like a fiend last night. Margot noticed the puffy cunt lips and the inflamed clitoris.
Margot had suspected that Susan masturbated, but she was firmly resolved not to question her and make her self-conscious. As far as Margot was concerned, masturbating was one of the best things that could happen to a girl. This did not mean, however, that she was going to be completely passive. She and Susan were going to have a long talk about sex, and Susan was going to start taking the pill as soon as possible.
Margot tip-toed out and quietly shut the door.
"Susan! Time to get up, honey!" Margot knocked briskly.
"Aw'ri', mommy. I'm awake."
Susan woke up in a hurry. She had fallen asleep naked-and look at the stains on the sheets! Thank God she'd shut the door!
She jumped out of bed and made it hurriedly, smoothing down the covers carefully so her mother wouldn't feel she had to re-make it later on.
A few minutes later, washed and dressed for school, Susan sat down at the kitchen table.
Margot said nothing, but examined her daughter closely. She was already pretty, and as she matured, she'd be beautiful. Her long brown hair swung nearly at her waist, and her breasts were beginning to lift and thrust proudly. They were already too small for the bra bought only last month, and her blouse strained to cover them. But at least she was wearing a bra, Margot had been firm about that.
"You need a new bra, honey. You're spilling out of that one." Margot patted herself, "Getting to be like your mother, top-heavy."
Susan giggled. Her breasts were so much smaller, there was no way she would ever be as big as her mother, she thought.
"We don't have time now," Margot looked at the kitchen clock, "but we've got to have a long talk, girl to girl, pretty soon. I think it's about time."
Susan sputtered and coughed. Did her mother know something? Had she seen her spying last night?
"Yes, mommy, but ... I'll be late for school." Susan jumped up from the table, dumped her dishes in the sink, gave Margot a quick kiss on the cheek and then dashed out, slamming the front door behind her.
Margot grinned and stirred her coffee. She had a few minutes before she had to leave for work, and she enjoyed sitting quietly. Her hand idly reached into her robe and parted it, exposing a dark-nippled breast. She stroked it gently, thinking about Dave. She watched the nipple lift and harden, the thick, fleshy spike a deep red against the brown of the aurole.
Just thinking about Dave was enough to get her off. She shook her head. It was too late, she had to get going.
"Damn," she sighed.
Susan ran nearly all the way to school, reveling in the soft spring weather. She didn't know what it was her mother wanted to talk about, but putting it off wouldn't hurt.
Once at school, Susan dumped her books in her locker and went looking for her best friend, Beverly.
"Susan!" Beverly waved at her from the far end of the hall, next to their home room.
Susan threaded her way through the mob of students and reached her friend. Beverly Sutton was nearly as tall as Susan, but she was plumper. Susan's breasts were still small, but Beverly's were big, soft mounds that bulged against her clothing and made the boys tease her. Susan had brown hair, and Beverly's was a deep red, accenting her pale complexion. Her wide face was liberally sprinkled with freckles.
"Ohh, Bev! I saw it last night-my mother and her boy friend fucking! I mean, I saw all of it! His prick was as thick as my wrist ... and you should have heard the noises my mother made when he stuck it into her!" Susan giggled at the memory.
"Anyway," Susan continued breathlessly, "watching them got me so hot that I went back to bed and rubbed off. You know what, I must have come ten times, just like that!" Susan snapped her fingers and giggled again.
Beverly said nothing. The idea of a man sticking his thing into a woman made her feel disgusted. It was so dirty! She remembered listening to her father and his girl friends through the door. The sounds they made, begging for him to do it to them, uggh! How could they?
The bell rang and the girls went into their home room. Beverly listened as Susan continued to whisper to her.
"Susan Abbott?"
"Here, Miss Fletcher." Susan sat bolt upright and paid attention.
Beverly looked at her home room teacher and sighed. She wished she could be as pretty as Miss Fletcher. She had deep blue-black hair and pale green eyes and always seemed to be smiling. All the boys were nasty and called her Miss Big Boobs. The nickname was accurate, for Carol Fletcher had enormous tits, and the thickest bra couldn't conceal how her nipples thrust out. Even through a thick sweater, Beverly could see the bulges made by the twin nubs straining against the material.
Carol Fletcher looked up and caught Beverly's eye. What was that Sutton girl thinking about, Carol wondered. The Abbott girl's talking about masturbation had been a dilly. Carol hadn't heard all the conversation, but enough to warm her up. Did it do the same thing to Beverly Sutton?
Beverly couldn't contain herself any longer. She had to show Miss Fletcher how she felt about her. Slowly she slid down in her seat, opening her thighs to reveal her naked pussy.
What on earth is the Sutton girl doing? Carol looked at her with amazement. She saw the plump teenager's thighs spread apart to reveal the dark line of her vaginal slit nestled in her red pubic hair.
Carol shook her head and looked at the daily announcements. She managed to read them in a steady voice. There would be a rally for the baseball team in the gym during fifth period. Students were reminded again that smoking was not only impolite and unhealthy in school, it was also illegal.
Unwillingly, she looked at Beverly Sutton again. She was still sprawled in her seat, her legs open. Their eyes met and Beverly licked her lips slowly and deliberately.
Why the little bitch is making a pass at me! Carol realized with a shock. Only Carol and Beverly were aware of what was going on. Carol was halfway tempted to make a remark about Beverly's posture, but decided not to call attention to her.
The bell rang and the students poured out the door and down the hall for the first class of the day.
Carol had a brief moment of peace and quiet before the first period class descended on her. She sat at the desk, her chin cupped in her hands.
Beverly Sutton disturbed her. Carol had made love with other women, several of them, in fact, but the fact that a fourteen-year-old girl was actively seeking her as a sex partner was unnerving.
Carol, at twenty-eight, was no stranger to sex. Her first experience had been her brother's hands on her tiny breast nubbins when she was ten. When she was twelve she had learned how much fun it was to suck a boy's cock while his finger battered her clit. By the time she was fifteen, Carol was fucking regularly. She had a crotch itch, and the only thing that satisfied it was a boy's cock, jammed in as far as possible.
In college she hadn't had time. The work had been too hard and the hours went by too fast. That was when her roommate, a busty girl named Gwen, had turned her on to other women. They had shared a bed for three wonderful years, and Gwen had been tolerant of Carol's needs, helping her select dildos, and using them on her.
After college, Carol had made the body bar scene; casual pick-ups, either men or women, a night of fucking and sucking and then nothing. Carol had enjoyed the sex, but she gradually realized she was no longer looking for the ultimate prick. What she wanted was someone she wanted to wake up with every morning. And she hadn't found him.
Now she taught English and history to bored students and only sought out a sex partner when her need became too overwhelming to be satisifed with dildos.
Thursday was the worst day of the week as far as Carol was concerned. By the time the final bell rang she was nearly exhausted. She gathered the papers she had to collect, clocked out of the office and started to drive home.
"Ohhh, damn!" Carol swore. She remembered she had nothing for dinner. She looked back briefly and then swerved across two lanes of traffic and pulled into a supermarket parking lot.