Chapter 10
Sweet fucking Mabel, She was laying on the table, Her asshole waving in the air.
When along came a fucker
Who decided he would suck her, So he dived right down into her hair!
She laughed. Okay, so maybe it isn't great music. But the fucking's great-the greatest ever. Every woman in the world should have what I have now-six beautiful boy cocks of her very own!
The music was filling the night air now, the calliope mixing with the music boxes of the various rides, and over all the exuberant brassy sound of the jazz band-her boy band. But the crowd was already thinning, people hurrying to the parking lots. She looked at the clock, saw that it was coming close to midnight.
And now footsteps were pounding up the outside stairs, and a minute later Jack was coming in.
"Jesus Christ, Mabel!" He was grinning from ear to ear. "You know what the goddamn count is?"
"No, what?" she said, dryly.
"Seventy-eight fucking thousand dollars! That's twenty grand better than the best opening day ever! Jesus!"
The money had him so excited that all of his usual anger was gone. He grabbed her now, kissed her. "Christ, I've already called for a sheriff's car to escort me to the bank for the deposit! This calls for a goddam celebration!"
"It sure does," she said. But not with you, Jack-ass bastard! I got my own celebrating to do!
The phone rang; she picked it up, then looked at Jack. "The escort is here already, but Tony says the final count won't be ready for at least thirty minutes. The sheriff's men will wait, but why don't you take them over to the food tent and see to it they have a good hot supper on us?"
"Sure!" He slammed his fists together. "That's a good idea, Mabel! But don't you tear ass out of here-I'll be back to see you right after making the money drop."
He was gone then, and Mabel went to the window, looking at the last of the people leaving. Already most of the concessions were dropping their fronts-although most of the money was already in the strong room downstairs. It wouldn't take long to gather the rest of it, and then Jack would be out of the way.
And now she saw the boys coming, straggling along, looking as though they were beat into the ground. She smiled. I'm gonna celebrate all right, Wilbur-with my mouth and my pussy around six of the sweetest cocks in the world!
She watched them come around the office corner, and was waiting with the door open as they came dragging up the stairs. As each boy came in she kissed him-and grabbed at his crotch.
"Well, boys, how was it?"
"Great!" said Billy. "We must have taken in almost two hundred bucks in tips-one goddamn drunk paid us ten times to hear Goodnight Irene."
"Yeah!" said Jerry. "I am beat! I can't wait to get home and plow my ass into bed!"
"Right on!" said one of the others, and there were a couple more "Yeans!" as well.
"Oh?" Mabel smiled. "I kind of thought we might have a little celebration-there's champagne in the apartment, and you can each have one glass after you get out of your outfits. Go on in now."
Instruments stowed into the corner, the boys went in to do as she said. Mabel smiled after them. We're gonna have our own private party, boys!
The boys were undressing now, hanging slacks and jackets on the hangers Mabel had provided, stowing them in one closet while the rumpled shirts went into a bag for the laundry man. Tim was the last one into the apartment, and he had closed the door behind him. Now he was the first one to speak up.
"Hey! Where the hell are my clothes?"
"Yeah!" That was Gary. "I can't find mine, either."
"Me either!" from Phil and then from Billy. "What the fuck's goin' on?"
Mabel arranged herself, then went to the door, opening it. The boys were standing around in their underwear-Phil with only his shorts on-and their socks.
"Party time, boys! Champagne is over on the table. Let's celebrate now."
"Hey, Mrs. Love?" Jerry was looking at the other boys, and they all seemed self conscious. "What is this? What's the big idea?"
"The idea is that it's orgy time, Jerry. Every one of you boys has been between my legs now -and now I want all of you at once. Come on, skin out of that underwear-or do I have to rape you all?"
"Jeez!" That was Dave. "I dunno . . . We should be getting home. The last bus leaves pretty soon . . . "
"I'll take you all home," said Mabel. "Once we're done fucking." Which should be just about breakfast time, the way my pussy is sucking air! "C'mon, boys-you're not going to be party poopers, are you? Here-I'll go first!"
She slipped out of her blouse now, unbuttoned her skirt and let it fall-zipper already undone, ready for the action moment. Then she was standing before them, her huge tits welcoming beacons to their desire. Already several of the boys were hard, although a couple of them were trying to hide the fact from their buddies. She went to Jerry, put her arms over his shoulders, pulled him to her. Their lips met, the boy's cock springing hard against her groin.
"There!" she said. "Who wants to be first?"
None of them would speak up, although now she was satisfied to see that every one of their cocks had stiffened appreciably now. "Come on, boys-get out of those things! I'm naked, it's only fair you should be naked too. Come on, Jerry-you were the first one I fucked, so you'll be the first one I fuck tonight."
She was pulling up on his t-shirt, the boy raising his arms now so that she could tug it off; then she pulled down on his shorts, pausing to kiss the head of his cock, then capture the shaft between her breasts, squeezing tight against it. He was burning with his heat, his tiredness forgotten, and now he thrust against her.
Jesus love us, Wilbur! I'm finally going to have all of cock I can take! Six of them, six beautiful boy pricks ready to do me service!
Now she was taking Jerry into the bedroom, the other boys completely naked now, their underclothes laying where they had fallen from their fingers. They crowded into the bedroom after Mabel and Jerry, watching as she sat down on the edge of the bed, Jerry coming down beside her, watching as she took the boy into her arms again, their masses of red hair melding together as they kissed, tongues driving against one another.
Oh, fuck! Sweet fuck! I'm gonna do it! Fuck these other guys-I don't give a shit if they do watch me! I'm gonna fuck her again!
Mabel's hand touched his cock, her fingers curling over the throbbing shaft, feeling his heat, warming his passion. The boy was fondling her tits, his hands sliding over them, and now they were going over together, laying facing each other. He probed against her, between her legs, sliding up onto her thigh as she opened her crotch to him, his cock going into her in that position.
Jesus, they're all watching me, Wilbur! Their eyes are gonna bug right out of their heads! This is beautiful! I never thought it would be so great to have an audience, but I love every fucking bit of it! There, you little bastardscan you see my asshole better now?
Jerry's arms were holding her tight now as his cock thrust all of the way into her pussy, and now they were riding together as they faced each other, the old bed shaking with the steady beat of their movements. Jerry moved easily, his cock sliding up the angle of her cunt, feeling the weight of her breasts across his chest, pushing down on him, her hands holding him tight. Mabel arched her groin against him, forced her cunt to open to its widest as they slid together, fucked together, riding down the first leg of her journey to tonight's Heaven.
Then his hands were grasping at her back, holding tight as the boy gasped. "Aggghhhhh! I feel it-I'm gonna cum! I can't help myself!"
"Fuck me, honey!" she cried, increasing her efforts, throwing herself against him now, taking control of the movements, the boy with all he could do just to hold on to her, hold himself within her. "Fuck meeeeee!"
"Oh, shit!" He threw himself forward. "Oh Christ!" His cock slipped back. "Oh sweet fucking mothe-rfucking! I'm cumminnngggg!"
Mabel pulled against him, squeezed tight about his cock, her nails digging into his back, their bellies slamming together. Over his shoulder she could see Dave and Phil touching each other, their fingers tracing the length of each other's hard cock. No you don't, you little bastards! Those belong to me-nobody but me! I get the fucking, the sucking, the cum! Keep your fucking hands to home!
As though they heard her their fingers moved away then, the two young boys glancing about to see if any of the other boys had noticed. But the other three were too intent on what was happening on the bed before them, on the way that Mabel and Jerry were plunging together as the boy's first load escaped the prison of his balls and flooded into her cunt. He rose against her, upper hand clasping at the air as the scream escaped his lips.
"Jesus! Sweet fucking Jesus! Aggghhhhhh!"
Mabel felt the stirring in her cunt that meant that her own climax was coming-but the boy was slumping against her, already done. She fucked against him a moment longer, wanting to cum-then remembered that there were five more cocks waiting to fill her. There would be plenty of cumming for her tonight.
She rolled away from Jerry, the boy's cock slipping free with a sucking noise, and he dropped onto his stomach, completely spent. Mabel looked around at their audience, and smiled.
"Well? You guys learn anything?"
"Please!" It was Gary. "Let me be next, Mrs. . . . Love?" He remembered that he was supposed to call her mistress, but he did not want to say that word in front of the other boys, his friends. He did not want them to know of his role before her, that she was his dominator. And Mabel did not force the issue, let him keep his honor.
"Come on, honey. Come to Mabel."
She spread her legs, holding up her hands, and Gary came up over her, settling his weight onto her frame. He was heavy, but it was a weight she enjoyed, wanted to feel-she wanted to feel all six of the boys on her at once. She looked at the others, wanting to bring them together-but Gary's cock was already slipping into her cunt, filling her to the fullest, the boy beginning the movements of fucking.
Sweet fuck! They learn fast, Wilbur! Christ, I think he just poked a hole through my womb!
"Ahh, Jesus! That's it, honey-throw it to me! Make me feel your cock! I want it, want it! Jesus yessssss!"
He was riding over her now, in complete command, shaking her body, throwing her back and forth across the bed as his cock plowed in and out of her cunt. His chest slammed against her breasts, crushing them down, and their bellies slapped together, loud wet cracks as their sweat and cum-soaked bodies filled each other to the fullest. Now Mabel felt the fire lighting between her legs, her need to cum summoned back already, knew that she was ready to throw her juice against the boy.
"Fuck me, Gary-I'm gonna cum! Agggghhh sweet fucking mother of Christ Jesus! I'm cumminnnggggggg! Yesssssss!"
Her juices were flooding out, her hands dropping to the bed as she was drained of strength, hitting against Jerry beside her; but still Gary rode up over her, answering the call of his balls, responding to the need of his body as he fucked against her, in her, with her, pushing her beyond the limits of fucking endurance.
I can't stand it, Wilbur! He's killing me! He's going to throw his cock right through me, rip me straight up the belly! Aggghhhhhhhh, Chirst! He's fucking me fucking meeeeeeeeeee fucking meeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
And now Gary was at last shooting, his cock working within her soft passages, her cunt exhausted by his fucking so that it could not even milk the juices from him. He rode up over her, gasping for breath, barely able to hold onto her with his sweat-slick hands as his cum poured out into her, filling her, draining him. He was high above her now, supported on stiffened arms, looking down at her fear-filled eyes as his ass worked to plunge against her, filling her with himself, with his cum, with his life.
I'm sorry, Mistress! I'm sorry if I hurt you! Please don't punish me! Oh sweet Momma I'm cumming, cumming, cumming, Jesus! Fucking Jesus!
He screamed as the last of his cum tore from the head of his cock, leaving it expanded, throbbing, filled with pain and love and desire. "Aggghhhhhhhhh, Christ! Christ Jesus! Sweet fucking meeeeeee!"
And now he was collapsing across her, his weight dead on her, completely drained of strength, the two of them sobbing and gasping for breath until Dave and Tim grabbed him, rolled him away so that Tim could climb up to take his place. Gary rolled off the bed, collapsed into the tight space of the corner, eyes closed. He felt the bed moving beside him, but he did not have strength enough to open his eyes and look to see who was taking third place.
"Oh, Jesus!" Mabel opened her eyes, shook her head, as Tim was climbing across her. The boy bent to kiss her breasts, sucking them in deep, nibbling on the flesh.
"Oh, Christ, honey! Give me a break! I gotta rest a minute."
He was disappointed; his cock was standing at its fullest, ready to release its burden, and now he came up over her until he was straddling her belly, sitting back against his heels. He looked down at her and Mabel reached down to touch his cock, gently lift his balls in their tight drawn sac. The boy winced under her touch, the head of his cock dry except for a single drop now welling from the hole.
"Fuck my titties, honey!" She pulled them apart for him. "Stick your cock between them and fuck me."
Tim stared at her a moment, then looked around at the other three who were still standing by the bed; then he looked down at Jerry who was at last coming out of his exhaustion, lifting up on his side to watch what his brother was doing. Jerry shrugged, and Tim rose up over her, letting his legs slide down again as he positioned his cock between her huge globular masses. His belly button was over her chin, and now she licked up with her tongue to touch him there, tracing the convolutions of the inset knot. Her hands went to his nipples, the tips of her fingers tracing them, and then she dropped her arms beside her own breasts, squeezing them together as the boy began to fuck against her valley. His cock was wet now with its own juices and the sweat from her body, and he was panting as he rode up over her. Mabel wanted to see what he was doing, watch the plunging strokes of his ass, but she could see nothing but his sliding belly.
I love them, Wilbur! I love every fucking one of them! Sweet merciful fucking glory, but I love their cocks!
Suddenly she was aware that the boy was shooting already, spurting his load up through her tits and against her chin, the sticky slick-ness tricking down onto her throat. His cum was boiling hot, carried the aroma of sweet fucking boy. She wanted to taste it on her tongue, but there was no way to reach it as he rode over her, gasping for breath, fucking the last of his cum out against her tits until at last he was collapsing as the other boys had collapsed, drained by the energy-sucking magnet of her body, robbed of all possible energy. He collapsed against her, his belly crushing her face, and then he was sliding down the slope of her tits, his half-limp cock battering at her chin and sliding across her lips too quickly for her to capture it as the boy fell in a heap beside her head.
"Ohhhhhh, Jesus!" Tim groaned, hands cupping his cock, and now Phil and Billy were pulling him down, stretching him out beside her just as Jerry was on her other side. Mabel's breasts heaved with relief at being free-and then Phil was climbing up over her, his cock probing at her lips, forcing her to open up and take him into her mouth-
"Is this a private party, or can anyone come?"
Phil jerked, his cock sliding back across Mabel's chin, the boy hunching as he looked around and Mabel turned her head-to see Jack standing in the door. The boys were backing away now, looking as though they wished they could melt through the floor.
"Don't go away, boys," said Jack. He was unbuttoning his shirt, then undoing his pants, stepping out of them. His cock was half-hard, the angle lifting even as they watched. "I like an audience for my fucking, just like Mabel. Stick around-maybe I can show you a few things she hasn't taught you."
"What the fuck are you doing here, Jack?" she demanded, rising up on her elbows.
"Getting ready to fuck you, Mabel dear. Or have you forgotten that that is part of my job requirements? A hundred bucks a week to be Chief Cock and Mabel Fucker, remember? Although with all these little boys around, maybe you can't remember what it's like to be fucked like a real man. Bitch!"
"You're not going to touch me, you bastard! Get the fuck out of here-now!"
"Uh uh, Mabel!" He grinned, the triumph clear in his eyes. "You're not giving the orders around here any more. Jerry! Tim! Get your asses off that bed! I need fucking room for my fucking!"
"No!" She tried to scrabble back, get away from him, but Jack's hand shot out, caught her wrist. Please, Wilbur! Help me! Save me from this bastard!
But Wilbur was dead, and now Jack was on the bed with her, rising over her, his cock fully hard now.
"Kiss it, Mabel!" he said, thrusting the head of his cock against his face. "You were just licking that kid's cock-now give me some real head!"
He slammed his cock back into her throat, laying across her, ignoring the hands that were beating at him, the nails that tore at his sides as she struggled for breath. He forced his cock into her half a dozen times, cruelly, throwing his weight against her-and then he relented, withdrew, slid down so that he was kneeling over her. "Turn over, bitch!"
"What-no! You're not going to fuck me there! No!"
His palm cracked across her face. Mabel whimpered, and reached up to touch her bruised cheek, but Jack was forcing her over now, hand twisting her other wrist cruelly, his knees working between her legs. He kneed her now, forcing her ass into the air, and then he was using his hands to spread her cheeks, rubbing his cock across her pussy-slick to wet the head and then pressing it against the sphincter.
"No!" she screamed. "Boys! Help me!"
But the six boys dared not move. They could only watch in fascination as Jack brought the head of his cock against her asshole, pushed against her, the sphincter spreading reluctantly, opening against the unbearable pressure.
"Jesuuuuuuuuuus Help me!"
Now he was in, the ring catching the head of his cock; he paused for breath-and then plunged all the way into her, his balls slamming against the crack of her ass as he ripped across the lining of her intestines. Mabel screamed again at the terrible pain, but there was no relief, no mercy in him. He was plunging against her now, filling her ass with the tube of his cock, violating the most private of her private places.
She sobbed, tears soaking the bedding as he slammed his weight down against the cheeks of her ass. But something was happening now . . . something different, strange. The pain was easing, and in place of it was coming a different sensation, one she had never felt before. Her ass was tight about his cock in a way that her cunt never could be, and he filled her there in a way that she had never known before. It was a rich feeling, a satisfying feeling, and now her inner fires were being set to blazing by this new stimulation. Her ass worked against him, plunging with him, and as he recognized the sudden desire in his movements his plunging became less wild, more controlled, the two of them moving easily together in the final rhythm of the bodies.
"Fuck me!" she cried now, throwing her ass back against him. "Jesus, yes, fuck me, Jack! Fill my ass with your cock! I love it, love it-fuck meeeeeee!"
Oh Jesus, Wilbur-why did you never do this to me? I never dreamed it could be anything like this-it doesn't hurt, it's heaven! His cock is filling me, belongs in me-I'm going to have all of their cocks in me! Oh, this is fucking Heaven, Wilbur! Christ, twelve years together and I never knew what real fucking could be!
Her cum was flooding out of her body now, soaking the bed beneath her as Jack fucked his cock deep into her ass, filling her for the first time in the way she finally knew she was meant to be filled.
"I'm cumminnnggggggg! Fuck me I'm cum-minnnnnnnngggggggg!"
Now he was cumming too, spurting his load deep into her brown channel, filling her with his passion and his love. It was great, it was Heaven-and after Jack there were still the six boy cocks!
I married you Wilbur, for love of your cock because you taught me how to fuck! Now you're gone, and I can't let Jack get away from me-I'll marry him, too! You were older and he's younger, but what the fuck does years mean ? It's ability that counts-fucking ability. And I have Jack-and the boys! The seven greatest cocks in the world, all mine, to fuck me until I can't stand being fucked anymore.
Now he was finished, drained, collapsing against her. They lay together a minute, Jack breathing across her shoulder-and then he was pulling out, rolling away. Mabel at last could look up and see the six boys as they stood around the bed, watching with fascinated eyes.
"Okay, Phil," she said. "You were interrupted before you could get started-so you're next."
She flexed her asshole open, waiting for the shaft that was going to ride her to one more glorious cumming. . . .