Chapter 5
Sandy felt the boy press up closer behind her. A whimpering moan leaked out of her mouth. He was going to fuck her ass and there wasn't a thing she could do about it!
A hand spread her helpless cheeks apart and the slick tip of his penis pressed up against her tight sphincter.
"Relax!" Terry whispered in her ear. "Don't fight, just relax and let him in, it won't hurt so much that way."
Sandy heard him, but she couldn't relax!
A hysterical tension gripped her holding the tight ring of anus muscle rigid and resisting.
Danny was rubbing the head of his cock around the sensitive opening. In spite of her fear, Sandy was aware of the strange, exciting pleasure that it gave her.
"You have a great ass, Mrs. Taylor. I'm going to love it."
Danny's unusual remark startled Sandy a little. As she thought about it, the prick head pressed in hard. She felt it make headway and a sunburst of pain flooded her senses. A deep shuddering groan flew out of her and she struggled to free herself. As her soft ass wiggled and tossed, Danny lunged again.
"Aeeeiiii!!" she screamed, her tone rising. Terry forced her head around and muffled the sound with a kiss. His active tongue twined with hers and the scream faded to a strangled gurgle.
The boy in back of her pressed in again, harder. Slowly at first, the swollen head slid past the entrance of her ass. Then it forced up into her tight rectum. Her mouth was filled with tongue and she couldn't scream, her body was held tight and she couldn't escape. She couldn't do a thing as the fierce pain seared her and his cock continued to surge up into her shaking ass.
Danny gripped her full hips and pulled her back in a sharp motion. Caught by surprise, Sandy's helpless body was forced to impale itself on the awful pole! She shuddered as her soft cheeks slammed back against his firm belly. He was up her all the way!!
Sandy lay limply on Terry's chest, all the fight was burned out of her. Danny's cock was stirring in her stretched anus. He was going slow, giving her a chance to get used to feeling him there. The pain receded slowly, leaving only a dull ache. Terry was still moving under her and she felt his thick organ slipping in and out of her tight vagina. She was beginning to be interested in what the thick pole was doing to her. She was becoming more aware of the slick ball of pleasure that was growing between her sweaty thighs.
Danny moved again and she almost forgot the pain when she became aware of the strange sensation of two meaty cocks rubbing against each other, separated only by a thin membrane! Quickly the sensation turned into a thick, syrupy pleasure and she found her hips rolling and thrusting. First she pressed back against Danny, making the long cock squirm in her tight ass, then she pressed down on Terry, forcing the thick wedge deeper into her. There was still a pain, but she didn't care anymore. What was a little pain?
"Oh darlings," she moaned as the rods rubbed against each other deep inside her body. "Darling boys, go on, fuck me! Both of you, I want you to tear me apart!!"
She didn't recall hearing them leave. She was laying face down on the rumpled bed. She remembered someone drew a wrinkled sheet up over her exhausted body, but that was the last thing she remembered.
In the morning she felt dull and stiff as she stumbled into the shower. The hot water drove the stiffness from her, but she was painfully aware of her body. As she dried herself she felt the burning sting of her stretched anus. It was so bad that she had to rub the small rosebud of her bottom with some ointment. As she walked, the ointment made her buttocks feel greasy and slick.
She also noticed some small bruises on the soft flesh of her inner thighs. The bruises made her recall the night before. She sat on the edge of the bed dressed only in a pair of sheer panties as a parade of naked boy bodies and stiff young pricks passed through her head, her fingers unconsciously found her bared breasts and teased her nipples into hard points.
She thought of Danny and felt a blush of shame hit her face. How could she have let both boys take her like that? She certainly hadn't fought the idea very hard. She could have refused when she first saw the strange naked boy, but she hadn't. She sat in the cold light of the morning and had to admit what a common slut she'd been. When she thought of the vulgar, lewd things she'd done and said when they both fucked her, she shut her eyes and just shook her head.
It was then she noticed her busy fingers at her swollen nipples and felt the delicious answering tingle between her thighs. Oh no! No more of that!
She jumped to her feet and dressed quickly, forcing herself to think of other things.
After a quick breakfast, Sandy bustled around the house. First she straightened up Debbie's room, changing and making the bed, hiding all traces of her guilt. She tried to blank her mind as she cleaned and dusted. She didn't want to think. She was afraid to think at all.
It was almost noon when the phone rang. The house had been so quiet that the sudden noise startled her.
"Hello... Oh, hi Debbie darling. Are you having fun?... un huh well, that's nice. What?... Tonight too? Are you sure her mother really doesn't mind?... I suppose it's all right, as long as she doesn't mind. Do you need anything?... Okay, by by darling."
She slowly put the dead phone back in its cradle. Debbie wouldn't be home tonight either. She had to let her stay; how could she tell her fourteen-year-old child she wanted her home because she was afraid she'd sneak out and find some boy to fuck.
By two, Sandy had the house so clean that she couldn't find another thing to do. She was standing in the spotless living room when she heard a sharp knock at the front door. She hadn't seen anyone coming up the walk.
At the door she looked out through the peep hole, her heart seemed to stop beating! Danny stood calmly on the front steps, where any nosey neighbor could see him! For a moment Sandy hesitated, but she had to let him in. It was better than having him standing out there!
"Hi," he said calmly as he walked in. He seemed so sure of himself. She closed the door and leaned against it. She felt so shy with him. What does she say to a stranger that she'd been so intimate with? She thought of the things she let him do to her and fought to keep from blushing.
"Well, hello Danny... why have you come here? Terry must have told you I don't like it." She was trying hard to be brisk and cool. It might awe the boy long enough for her to regain her composure, maybe. The boy's cocky grin killed that hope as it was born.
"You said you'd like to talk to a member of the club today, now's the time! She's expecting us." Her mouth opened but nothing came out. She vaguely recalled groaning and babbling at him about it. Did she really say she would go today?
Suddenly she felt very nervous and flustered, her cool attitude crumbled away. She took a few steps and collapsed on the sofa. Her bewilderment must have shown on her face. Danny quickly moved across the room and sat beside her.
"Is something wrong, Mrs. Taylor? Are you sick or something?" She heard the genuine concern in his voice and gave him a shaky smile. His fingers covered her hand as it rested on her knee. "Are you scared of it?" She was surprised at the knowing sound in his tone.
"Yes.... yes I suppose I am. It's one thing to say you'll do it when you're... excited, but now like this. I just don't know!" She felt tears gathering in her eyes and looked down, she didn't want him to see her crying.
The boy didn't speak, but Sandy felt his other hand move to the back of her neck and gently massage it. Maybe he understood, maybe he could see how embarrassing and threatening all this was to her.
The thought comforted her and the desire to cry slowly faded under the gentle touch of his strong fingers. She turned her hand over and laced her fingers in his. She sat still, holding his one hand as the other soothed the tension she felt. It was so nice! She felt so relaxed that soon she was leaning against him. Her head rested on his broad shoulder.
She didn't mean anything sexual when she lifted her face to him. She was only going to say something but when her face came up to his level, the words died in her throat and her mouth was already opening to accept his tongue when their lips met. Their tongues touched and explored each other. His hand left her neck and the arm slipped around her shoulders, pulling her up close against his chest. She could feel the excited thump of his heart, the rapid beat matching the rapid beat of hers.
The arm around her shoulders tightened and she felt his fingers brush along the underside of her swelling breasts. She thought she could feel the heat of his touch, even through the stiff material of her tight bra.
Their lips left each other and she shivered as his lips kissed and nibbled down her neck. The kisses were so loving she didn't want them to stop. When his lips came to the neck of her blouse, her fingers were already fumbling with the buttons. She didn't stop there, she wanted to feel his kiss on her breasts! She couldn't reach behind far enough to unhook her bra, so she simply pulled down a shoulder strap and the cup and held the soft breast in her hand. When his lips reached her, she lifted the breast up to him and held it against his face as she fed him the hard nipple.
Her head fell back and her eyes closed. This was so nice. She enjoyed the feeling, the insist-ant suction of his mouth, loved the gentle quality in him. She wanted to give him pleasure!
"Danny?"
"Hmmm?"
"Sit up, darling. I want to give you something, my own special gift." The lips popped free of her nipple and he sat back on the couch. A full smile crossed her face. Her eyes never left his as her fingers solved the mystery of his belt. Gently her fingers worked the zipper down his fly. She didn't want to catch him in it! She felt the warm flesh under his trousers and her smile broadened. She'd been right, he wore no underwear.
When she tugged at his jeans, he lifted himself a little and helped push them down past his knees. Then she allowed herself to look down at the sweet cock that pulsed in her hand. She felt her excitement rise as she stared at the long shaft and the dark red knob that glowed at the top. Her fingers stroked slowly up and down the shaft. She looked up at him, her voice was warm and husky.
"Do you know what my present is?"
His expression didn't change as he shook his head.
"I'm going to suck you, darling. I'm going to suck you and lick you and I'll even swallow your lovely cum. Would you like Sandy to blow you?" Just saying that to him made her body vibrate with excitement. She'd never been so bold in her life!
Instead of an answer, she was thrilled to feel his hand pressing against the back of her head, guiding her mouth down towards his standing organ. A happy shiver of pleasure went through her. She wanted to do it right, to make it perfect for him! She slipped down off the couch and wiggled in between his legs. She stopped only long enough to help pull his trousers away from his feet, then she pressed in close. As she bent over and blew her hot breath at the head, she hurriedly stripped off her blouse and bra. It wasn't until she was naked to the waist that she touched him. Holding a full breast in each hand, she squeezed the shaft between them, rubbing and pulling at his cock with her tender flesh.
When she heard him groan with pleasure, she smiled to herself. This was going to be lovely. Looking down at the red tip nestling in the white cradle of her breasts, she saw a drop of oily love juice in the hollow eye of the tip. At last she couldn't wait any longer. She released her breasts and held the hard cock upright as her tongue flicked at the drop of fluid and drew it back into her mouth. The faint taste of the drop spread through her mouth. It was sooo good!
She smiled shyly at him as she lowered her ovaled lips down over the thick crown. She brushed her hair back from her face. She wanted him to see every detail as she sucked him off!!
When she'd taken all the slippery shaft she could, her cheeks hollowed and she sucked as hard as she could. As she did, she slowly lifted her head, her tongue rubbed back and forth across the thick cord on the underside of the prick.
"Oh!" Danny sounded surprised and pleased at the same time. "Mrs. Taylor, that's so wild. Suck it... yes! Run your tongue all over it." She felt his warm hands slipping back and forth over her bare shoulders. Then a hand rested on the top of her hair. Fingers caught in her hair and pulled down, forcing more cock into her mouth.
She followed the lead of his hand and her head was bobbing up and down like a insane puppet. Her fingers crept up and teased his dangling balls, tickling and stroking them as her mouth gobbled and gulped the standing shaft. The loud slurping and smacking sounds she made excited them both. She pressed even closer as she gorged herself on his firm flesh. The thick mass of excitement between her kneeling thighs began to bubble. The friction of her clamped legs was squeezing her swelling clitoris in a steady rhythm.
Danny began to moan and thrust his body up and down. Her head was pulled and jerked around, but she stayed with him!
Her own mind was a seething mass of wild ideas and plans. She wanted this to go on forever, she never wanted to stop sucking and working at the cock, it was just a little thinner than Terry's and she thought it was easier to suck and tongue. The feel of his hand in her hair was wonderful. She gloried in the strong, masterful way that the boy guided her passive mouth up and down his flesh and though she wanted it go on she wished at the same time that she could have his hot come. She wanted to swallow the full flood of his seed just as her twisting and rubbing thighs managed to bring her to her own climax! She wasn't fooling herself any longer; ever since that first moment in the garage, when she was eleven, this was her thing! From the first time her lips closed over a cock she was sunk. She was a hungry cock sucker and there was no way to hide it, not even from strange boys!
She was so engrossed in her private orgy that she was caught by surprise when the sudden flow of fluid stained her panties and her orgasm surged through her, racking her body with shuddering spasms of mindless joy. The intense pleasure she was feeling must have transmitted itself to Danny because he stiffened and moaned under fierce attack. The shaft of the cock twitched a few times and she was gulping and swallowing as the torrent of hot semen gushed into the tight confines of her mouth.
The fingers in her hair tightened and she was forced to bob up and down at a pace that left her breathless. She couldn't gulp down all of the come and felt it squirt out of the corners of her mouth and be smeared across her face.
At last the tight grip in her hair relaxed and she was allowed to relax the aching oval of her lips. She moved slowly up and down the pole and licked it clean, searching for every drop of come that might have escaped her. Then she rested her head on his thigh and smiled as she felt one of his fingers find the smeared seed on her cheeks and rub it all over her face, coating her with his gift.
She felt strong. Just knowing that she could so easily please this boy gave her a confidence that was new to her and now the idea of meeting others that shared her own hunger for this didn't seem to terrify her. The boy's lazy voice broke in on her thoughts.
"We better clean up and leave, Mrs. Taylor. We're expected in a little while." She looked up at him for a moment, searching his eyes, wondering. "It will be okay, I promise you." His simple statement bolstered that new courage and she got to her feet. Her knees were still wobbly and she had to lean on his arm as she led him to the bathroom.
She stood at the mirror, gently washing away the last traces of his semen from her face when she noticed a slightly pained look on his handsome face. "What's wrong, darling?"
The boy blushed and didn't look at her as he answered.
"Aw... I have to pee."
She laughed in relief. But even as she laughed a small thrill of interest came to her.
Keeping her voice as calm as she could she answered him. "Go on, honey, use the toilet. It won't bother me... maybe I'd like to watch." He threw her a doubtful look for a moment, but he couldn't wait much longer. By the time he was standing in front of the stool and was unzipping his pants, she found herself standing close to him. Her "yes were hot and eager as he pulled his limp hose from his pants and aimed it.
She couldn't resist the impulse; without a word she replaced his hand on the prick with hers. A strong thrill ran through her body as she felt the organ pulse and watched the strong flow of urine spurt out and began making the water in the bowl bubble and froth. She bent over to see clearly, but a thought disturbed her. As she watched the yellow water hiss into the bowl she could imagine her face in front of it!
She saw her mouth open and swallow the streaming cock and a tiny orgasm ripped at her belly as she thought of drinking it down!!!
She felt shaken and upset when he was done and took the organ from her fingers and shook it. She felt a tiny drop of his urine spatter on her hand, she stared at it. Could she really do such a awful thing? She rubbed the spot off and walked from the room.
As she got dressed she tried to banish the memory of her little day dream but it still clung to the edges of her mind and worried her. She shuddered and felt the goose flesh pop out on her arms.
At the door she finally managed to use her good sense. "You leave now and walked down the street, darling. I wouldn't want my neighbors to see you riding off with me. Turn the corner and wait, I'll pick you up." She gave him a quick kiss and pushed him out of the door.
Waiting until she was certain he had time to get around the corner, she found her purse and hurried out to the car. She glanced around as she walked and didn't notice any interested neighbors watching. Well, that was one good thing anyway. She started the car and tried to look calm and carefree as she pulled away from the house.
He was waiting around the corner and slipped into the car before she could get it completely stopped. Just feeling him sitting in the car with her made her feel a little better as the doubts began to come back.
Once they were well away from the neighborhood, he slipped a little closer to her and his hand fell on her bare thigh. Her skirt had ridden up a little and he calmly pushed it up further until he had the full expanse of her soft flesh to touch. A pedestrian would never have noticed, would have never known that the boy was touching and caressing the woman's leg as they sped by.
Following his brief instructions she found herself driving in a part of town she didn't know very well. She knew that they were coming closer and her own nervousness was getting worse. The hand on her thigh wasn't helping. It had crept up until it was brushing against the mound in her panties and she couldn't concentrate very well. It did feel good. She wondered if her panties had dried. She hoped not, she wanted him to be able to feel the wet juices of her pussy, wanted him to know what his touch did to her!
At last they pulled up a street on the outskirts of town. There was only one house, near the end of the street. She was relieved that no one would see them coming here.
When the motor was off and she had the key safely in her purse, they got out of the car.
Walking up the steps she felt a bubbling excitement rising in her. What was she letting herself in for? What was going to happen?
Whatever she thought might happen she had never dreamed that she would be looking at a familiar face when the door opened! She stared at the round, pretty face, the blonde hair... Suddenly, her mind clicked and a name leaped to her tongue. Grace Davis!!
Grace smiled broadly and hugged her up close. "Sandy, honey, I can't tell you how happy I am to see you!" The woman planted a warm kiss on her cheek and led her into the house.
Sandra was in a daze, she recalled how she met Grace. They'd become fairly good friends when they met at the PTA!! The woman had moved away and they had lost contact with each other. Seeing her here and realizing that she was the "member" the boys had planned for her to meet shook her up. She fought the impulse to turn and run from the house. Besides, the woman had a firm grip on her arm as she towed her into a well-kept living room.
Sandra saw Terry sitting calmly on a couch and her heart jumped. He'd been alone here with Grace. Had they been doing the same thing that she and Danny had? A small stab of jealousy hit her for a moment. She shook her head, this was no time to worry about that sort of thing!
She sat stiffly on the couch, careful not to be too close to Terry. She heard the bright chatter that Grace was giving her and realized that she was trying to put her at ease. She found a drink in her hand and gulped it down without noticing the taste. It was strong and she felt warmth spreading in her belly, loosening some of the knots of tension.
She stared at the round, blond woman. Grace hadn't changed much. She still had that cute, pert look that small blonde women often have. Her figure was small but perfectly rounded and full. Sandra had to admit that she was really good looking. Sandy wondered how good looking the boys thought she was?
Grace bounced to her feet. "I'll make some more drinks. Why don't you help me, honey?" Sandy took the offered hand and followed the woman into the kitchen. She was surprised when the blond shut the door and moved up to her. Grace stood on tiptoe and kissed Sandy again. Sandy was still surprised at the intimate kiss as the woman leaned against the sink and grinned.
"I know you must be nervous, honey. The first time I came out in the open like this, I peed my panties when I met a member!"
Sandy, the larger woman, felt a blush cover her face but she couldn't think of a word to say. Grace laughed softly and began to mix some more drinks. She talked over her shoulder.
"I hope you join us, Sandy. You have a lovely body and I think you'll love it. Ever since I've been in it, I wondered how you would react to something like this. You always were so proper and prim. I was really amazed when Danny told me about you and Terry. I didn't believe him until I met Terry." There was a long pause before Grace went on. Her voice went softer and lower. "Terry is... very nice."
Sandra felt her back stiffen in spite of herself, but Grace hurried on. "You have to relax and let it happen, Sandy. Please, just let loose and enjoy yourself. I'm sure you'll like it." She turned and looked hard into the bigger woman's eyes. Sandra was shaken by the pure intensity of the gaze and felt a thrill of excitement run up her spine. The blonde's voice was a little breathless as she went on.
"When we go back in there, I'm going to start the ball rolling. You just sit and watch and I bet that it won't be long before you join in; no time at all!" She giggled and took the tray out of the room, leaving Sandy staring after her.
Back in the living room, the blonde had the drinks served and was sitting on the couch close to Terry. Sandra saw her own drink sitting next to Danny on the floor. After a moment's hesitation, she sank down on the soft carpet and sipped at her drink. She felt uncomfortable when she watched Terry's arm slip around Grace's small shoulders. His fingers traced little patterns on the woman's arm.
Grace smiled up at the boy and gulped down the full contents of her drink before she turned to him. Maybe she was a little nervous as well, maybe she needed a drink or two to loosen up, Sandy thought.
Sandy hardly noticed when Danny's arm slipped around her shoulders; she was staring intently at the couple on the couch. Terry bent down and she watched the movements of his open jaw as his tongue searched and explored the small woman's eager mouth. A small hand reached up and began to press gently against the boy's chest. It moved in slow circles and downward each time it went around.
Soon the hand was at his belt, then it was pressing down on the obvious lump in the boy's trousers.
Terry began to touch Grace's full breasts with light fingertips and Sandy could almost see the round little breasts swell and strain against her blouse. A trickle of electric sensation began to run through her own body as she watched the woman and the boy excite each other on the couch.
Danny was sitting very close to her. She was aware of his body heat, but she didn't respond. She was so entranced with the couple that she was really unconscious of everything else.
The two on the couch were openly touching and teasing each other now. Sandy watched as the woman's hand traced the outline of Terry's hard penis under the cloth of his pants. Terry was cupping and lifting her breasts now. His fingers stopped for a moment each time he managed to undo another blouse button. Soon the blouse hung open and Sandy and Danny watched as the boy's fingers stroked across the bare breasts. Grace wore no bra, her firm little breasts didn't need any support, at least not in private. Sandra licked her dry lips as she watched the rosy nipples grow hard and stand out in sharp little red points. There was a strong feeling of excitement between her own thighs and she didn't resist when Danny put his arm around her shoulders.
Grace's own hands worked at the buckle and the belt dropped loose. She needed both hands to undo the tight snap and work the stiff buttons of the jeans. When she was done, the familiar thick organ of the boy stood up from the open jeans, its dull read head swelling and growing taut before their eyes. Grace darted a sly glance over to Sandra and slowly let her fingers curl around the thick shaft.
Sandra was so engrossed in watching that she didn't know that Danny was calmly unbuttoning her own blouse and drawing it down her arms. She moved mechanically, helping as he did. She didn't notice his fingers as they unhooked her bra and let it fall free.
Grace was leaning back, her tiny fist flew up and down the broad shaft as the boy pulled up her short skirt and his hands stroked and pressed against her tanned legs. She wore light blue panties and it was easy to see the darker blue of the crotch, growing darker by the second as her juices wet the dainty crotch piece.
Sandra felt the warm hands on her own breasts and sighed as the soft thrills churned in the pool of black oil between the lips of her vagina.
Terry's fingers were digging into the soft lips of Grace's cunt, still on the outside, pressing the thin material in ahead of his blunt fingers. The small blonde was breathing hard now. Her thighs shivered and trembled as they parted further and her little middle wiggled and squirmed under the urgent pressure of the boy's fingers. She looked over at Sandy and the woman could read a plea for understanding as the small woman wiggled free from the hand and stood up.
Grace's small fingers shook as they fought to pull her skirt down her round hips. As the skirt began to move, she managed to hook the band of her panties and pulled them down with the skirt. Terry was on his feet as well and soon they were both naked. His strong arms steadied Grace as he lowered her to the floor near Sandy. She watched intently as the boy fell between the parted thighs and his hard cock pressed into the blonde mat of hairs, searching for the wet opening.
Sandy couldn't help herself. When Grace sighed and groaned as the thick head wormed up into her, Sandy's own voice groaned in sympathy and she felt her own wet lips swelling and growing hot!!