Chapter 3
Mabel was looking Wilbur straight in the eye, and he didn't flinch. Wilbur, do you mind? You know I can't live with the dream of your great cock. I'm thirty-one years old, healthy and horny. I've got to be fucked, Wilbur! What else can I do but take advantage of somebody like Jack, asshole that he is?
Wilbur in his silver-framed photograph was smiling just like always. He seemed to be saying, Go ahead, Mabel-fuck to your heart's content. Shit, I'd do the same if it was me alive and you dead. Men and women are born to fuck, and those who don't take full advantage of the things God put between their legs are just dumb sons of bitches.
Mabel knew that Wilbur wasn't really talking to her, but she felt better just the same. For a time, Jack's cock had satisfied the itch in her cunt, filled her with the juices that drowned her thirst for fucking.
But that was four hours ago, and sweet Jesus, but she was feeling the cunt itch again. Christ, I'm a horny bitch! I never used to be like this-what the fuck is the matter with me? Did going without so long turn me into a nymphomaniac? Jack, come back-I need your cock again!
The license was taken care of for this year, and she smiled as she remembered the hungry looks on the dirty old men on the Board as they looked right up her short skirt and saw her twat. Bet everyone of those bastards would have eaten me out right there. Their fucking eyes nearly popped out of their heads when I opened my pussy for them!
She had changed out of the black suit just as soon as she got back to the office; now she was wearing an almost-transparent crimson-red blouse that showed the clear outline of her magnificent breasts, and a white skirt that was checkered with thin matching crimson lines. She had changed her stockings as well, although the new pair was also black-it had always been her favorite shade for lingerie. Black makes me feel sexy, she told Wilbur. But shit-I don't need anything to help me feel horny now. My cunt is hot enough without outside help.
She touched her cunt; she had deliberately left off the panties when going to the board, and the wicked feeling was so delicious that she decided to go without them all the time from now on. Shit, I may as well give the customers a thrill with their five bucks worth of coupons-
There was a knock on the door. Mabel took her hand away from her cunt and whirled around, to see two tall teenagers standing outside on the landing. Christ-did they see me playing with myself? Then, Fuck it! I don't give a hot shit if they did.
"Come in boys," she called, waving a hand -the one that was stinking of her pussy smell. The redheaded boy opened the door and stepped in first. Mabel liked his looks-she was always fond of people who shared her hair coloring, and they were almost a perfect match.
"Are you from Jack Hargren?"
"Yes'm," said the redhead. "I'm Jerry Wright-this is my brother Tim." Jerry was perhaps an inch taller than his brother, but Tim was stockier, broader through the shoulders; he probably outweighed the other.
"Mr. Hargren said you needed two good side-men in your jazz band," the younger boy said now. "And we're the best!" His hair was chestnut, his complexion a clear gold. Jerry was freckled everyplace that Mabel could see.
"Well, if Jack says you're the best he can find, I'll take his word for it." You're cute, kids. Besides, Jack is making a damn good buck out of this job-he'd better not steer me wrong. But cute isn't enough-how are you at musical fucking?
"You boys know you have to have a physical before you can work in the Park?"
"Yes'm," said Jerry. "Mr. Hargren told us about the insurance. We're ready."
"You can go ahead into the apartment then. The doctor said four, so he'll be here right on time-ten minutes, now. You might as well strip down and be ready for action, because Doc doesn't like to be kept waiting."
"Yes'm," Jerry said again, blushing. Mabel grinned as she opened the apartment door for them. She watched them pass by. How old did Jack say these two are? Shit, but they're cute -oh, yeah: sixteen and fourteen. I wonder if they know where it's at when it comes to cock and cunt? Maybe I can teach them something about the old C & C game this year. Jerry seemed younger than his sixteen, and Tim older than his fourteen-even though he was the shorter, the younger boy could well have been a year older than his brother, judging on looks alone.
She closed the door after them, and went back to the desk to get into the paperwork still ahead of her before the park could open for the season. But after staring at the top page for five minutes without seeing a thing on it, she dropped it again; and leaned back in the chair, looking up at Wilbur.
Why did you have to die, Wilbur? Your cock was such a blessing, you'd think God would want to keep something that good down here on Earth. Or has he got you fucking the angels to keep them happy?
Oh, shit! She closed her eyes, touching her finger to the opening of her pussy again, reaching far enough in through the pouting lips to capture the tip of her clit. Sweet fucking Jesus! That is wow! I can feel your prick now, Wilbur-too bad we never had a kid. I wish we had a boy, a nice big-pricked boy. Let's see, he'd only be eleven now, even if we did have one the first chance. That's too young for real fucking. But by the time he was sixteen or seventeen, then he could prime ol' Mama's pump for her!
She glanced toward the closed apartment door. Jerry was sixteen . . .
Suddenly the telephone rang. She jumped, guiltily, then picked up the receiver.
"Mrs. Love?"
"Yes."
"This is Mrs. Adams. The Doctor asked me to call and tell you that he won't be able to make it over this afternoon. There's at least fifteen patients still in the waiting room. He wondered if he could make it next Wednesday instead-we don't have Wednesday hours. That way there would be no conflict."
Shit fuck! But aloud, she said, "Sure, Mrs. Adams. I understand. What time Wednesday? Four?"
"I think four-thirty might be safer. Thank you for your cooperation."
The phone clicked in Mabel's ear, and she hung up slowly. Shit damn fuck! Doc Adams, you raunchy grave-making bastard! How the fuck can you let me down at a time like this? Actually Adams was a good man, although terribly overworked like every one of the general practitioners left. He was an old friend of Wilbur's-Boyhood jerk-off buddies!-so it was only natural that he became doctor not only for the family but for the amusement park as well.
Well, better give the bad news to the boys, tell them they wasted a trip. She got up and went to the apartment door, opening it just in time to hear a startled gasp from one of the boys.
"Hey! Damn you, Tim! Stop that!"
There was a laugh. "What are you gonna do about it, Jerry? You want the Doctor to see your whang sticking out like a flagpole?"
"At least it's not a peanut like yours."
"Yeah? Bend over, big brother, and I'll show you what a peanut I got."
"Come on, Tim! Cut it out! You're getting me horny!"
"Shit, Jerry, you gotta do something about that thing. Jack it down-I'll jack mine, too. That's a good idea, because I can pee better after I jack off. I'll be able to fill the doc's bottle for him six times over."
Sweet horny heaven! Mabel paused with her hand still on the doorknob, listening intently to what the boys were saying. Her face was suddenly flushed, and the lips of her cunt were trailing dampness again. She started to back out of the door to close it again, so that she could knock this time-then she hesitated.
What the fuck, Mabel! So they're only kids -those aren't kid cocks you just saw. Are you going to stand there like a dumb ass broad and let them waste those beautiful hard-ons in their fingers?
Fuck, no! She answered herself firmly, and pushed the door wide open again to march into the apartment. The living room was empty, the boys standing at the foot of the bed, each jay-naked and each with a standing cock. Their clothes were laid neatly on the bed itself and they were standing in profile to her so that she had a clear view of their erect cocks.
"Hey, shit, Jerry-did you see those knockers on Mrs. Love?" Tim was working his hand rapidly on his cock. "I bet she's got the biggest tits in the world!"
"Naw!" said his brother. "Don't you remember that fat lady we saw in the circus last summer. One of her tits would make both of Mrs. Love's."
"Yeah, but they aren't beautiful. I'd love to get my fingers under those things."
Long and slender, Jerry's cock jutted straight up, nearly touching his belly. It was nestled in a thick bush of hair that seemed even redder than that on his head, and his balls were drawn up tight in their sack. He was uncircumcised, the foreskin forced two-thirds of the way back from the head by the power of his erection.
The younger boy certainly did not have a peanut, for that matter. Tim's cock was shorter than Jerry's, but it was thick and sturdy, its weight forcing it to point almost straight away from his body. His pubic hair was as dark as that on his head, and the only other hair visible on his entire body. The bush was sparse; if it had been as light in color as his brother's he would have seemed hairless there. Unlike his brother, his foreskin was gone in the ritual obeisance to the gods of cleanliness, and the swollen head was a good half inch thicker than the shaft. His glans was a pale pink next to the darker, almost purple head of Jerry's cock.
Mabel's tongue licked at her lips. Holy sweet fucking Hannah, but I am going to have some of that sweet meat I The two boys presented a pleasing contrast in light and darkness, thickness and thin, both seeming to beg for someone to touch them, use them, love them.
She could wait no longer. She was halfway across the living room now, heading for the bedroom door, the boys so intent on their cocks that they did not see her.
"Boys . . . "
Jesus, but I sound like a sick frog I My pussy is wet enough to say the proper things, though. Come into me, you beautiful fucking cocks!
They jumped together, startled, Jerry grabbing his cock and balls, Tim letting his hands fall to his sides.
"Holy Jesus, Mrs. Love!" The oldest boy made a grab for his clothes, but Mabel stopped him by moving close enough to reach down and touch his arm. Her touch was gentle, barely a caress, but the boy's flesh was flaming hot beneath her fingers.
Christ, Mabel-what the fuck are you doing! Cradle robbing is out-they're only kids! You want to get fucked, go get that bastard, Jack, and drag his ass back here. Why are you reaching for these kid cocks?
She knew that she should stop, get out of here-they were only kids! Christ, they're not even eighteen, much less twenty-one! What's the matter with you? Are you aching to take your pussy into jail, where the only fucking you'll get comes from bulldykes?
Shit, Mabel-you're a fucking sex-maniac! Go get 'em, girl!
She was touching the boys again, both of them at the same time, one hand around each cock while her tongue touched at her suddenly dry lips. She was trembling with her need for these boys-her need for a cunt full of thick, satisfying cock.
"Boys.. . . "
Her eyes closed in inner pain as she felt the hot tubes against the palms of her hands, feeling the excitement that had captured the boys, their blood pulsating beneath her fingers.
"Jesus!" Jerry was trying to back away from her, but Mabel would not let go. The other boy was just standing, stunned-but their cocks were as hard as ever. Tim licked at his lips as he stared at the swell of her tits.
"Quick, boys!" Mabel's asshole was twitching, the lips of her pussy opening and closing hungrily, as though anxious to taste those cock-heads. "Undress me!"
They were awkward, Jerry undoing the buttons on the back of her blouse while Tim fumbled for the zipper at the side of her skirt. But at last the blouse was slipping down her arms, revealing her breasts completely, and the skirt was falling to the floor of its own weight. Mabel let go of the two cocks and threw her shoulders back, lifting her breasts for them.
"Wow!" Tim shook his head as he reached out to touch her, hesitating, as though afraid that this wasn't real, that he was going to be slapped down. Then his finger was brushing the tip of her erect nipple, moving along it, both hands suddenly moving under the weight of her breasts and lifting up on them, balancing them.
"Suck my tits!" Mabel's voice was husky, and she put her arms around the boys now, her hands coming up behind their heads and bringing them down so that their cheeks were sliding across her mountainous expanse of mammary flesh. Tim was the first to do as she had asked, crouching slightly to take the nipple between his teeth as his brother watched. He sucked on her, his cheeks hollow from the vacuum pressure, and Mabel moaned with delighted pain.
"You too, Jerry!"
Now the older boy was following his brother's example. She let go of their heads, moving her hands under her breasts, lifting them up so the boys could suck better. Little stabs of excitement were running through the flesh of her globes, darting toward the twin pair of sucking lips. She wished that she had milk to feed them, something of herself to give them as they worked together, both sucking mightily.
Ah, Christ! This is Heaven-if it isn't Heaven, then who the Hell wants anything more? Take me, lovers-suck me in, bite the shit out of my tits! Let me feel your teeth on my nipples . . .
"Ah, Christ! That's it, boys-suck as hard as you can. Don't be afraid of using your teeth -I want to know you're there!"
Jerry felt almost smothered by the breast in his face. Jumpin' Jesus! the boy thought. The guys will never believe me when I tell them about this! And look at the way Tim's goin' at her! You'd think the silly shit was born suckin' tits!
Tim was having beautiful thoughts of his own. Sweet fuckin' Mama! This is what it's like to be hangin' onto a real pair of knockers! That silly-ass Debbie an' her tiny titties she lets me kiss only if she can hold my cock while I'm takin' a leak are nothin'! Nothin' at all!
It was Heaven, but Mabel needed more; her cunt was on fire now. She gasped, grabbing the boys again, forcing them to stand up straight.
"You're good, boys-what else are you good at? Have you ever fucked a real woman?"
"Jeez, Mrs. Love!" Jerry was looking around. "The Doctor is comin'-"
"No he isn't. There's nothing to worry about -his wife called and said he can't come until next Wednesday. We've got all the time we need to get on with this-till Wednesday, if necessary!"
"We can't stay until Wednesday!" Jerry seemed shocked. He tried to back away from her. "We gotta get home!"
Mabel laughed. Keep that cock hard, honey boy-and you'll take home a memory that will last you the rest of your life-your fucking life!
She reached out to take Jerry into her arms, capturing her lips with his, taking him into the warmth of her kiss. At first he responded crudely, still shocked by the situation in which he had found himself; then his cock was slipping between her thighs of its own natural talent, and he was responding the way Mabel wanted, his young lips melting with hers, his tongue probing between her teeth to count them one by one. She bit down on his tongue, then sucked him in deeply, rising up against his body as his cock tried to probe the lips of her cunt.
Oh God! Wilbur, I think I'm creaming-I am! I'm cumming all over this beautiful boy's cock! Shit, oh holy shit! I need to be fucked!
"Honey! Oh, Jerry honey . . . "
He was moaning as loudly as she as the fever completely took his body, and now Mabel was moving him back, her hands leaving the younger boy completely, forcing Jerry's legs against the mattress as she moved him backward until he was falling onto the bed and carrying her with him. He lay with his hands raised by his head, the backs flat against the mattress as she continued the kiss for perhaps twenty seconds more, smothering his face as she tasted his eyes and his nostrils. Then his arms were going around her and he began to move beneath her, writhing in the fashion of love.
Oh sweet merciful Jesus! The boy was trying to force his cock into her now, humping his groin against her. II this is a sin, forgive me, Jesus-but it is beautiful! I never dreamed it could be so beautiful! This can't be a sin! Fuck! Fucking Jesus! She's fucking me, Jesus . . . I
Mabel moaned again, feeling that hard cock sliding against her, and slid up over the boy until his instrument was slipping through the outer lips of her cunt, probing upward, wet with her juices and his own pre-seminal fluid. The head of his cock cut through her crotch, across her slit, slipping in just enough so that she knew that he was there and ready, and then it was coming out again and up cross the sphincter as though probing for air. Mabel pressed down against him, pleasuring in the feel of the stiff cock between her legs; then she was rising above him and positioning herself athwart the head of his cock. She moved against him enough to let the glans enter the outer lips, then paused, looking down into the boy's face-seeing a strange mixture of delight and fear in his eyes. Then she was using her weight and her muscles to draw him entirely within her cunt, lowering herself again until she was completely against him, tits smashed flat against his chest. "Ahhhhhhhhhh!"
The sigh escaped her, and she suddenly realized that the boy was tensed against her, rising up to aid in the penetration even though he had let her do the work. Now Jerry relaxed, letting his head fall back, his hands touching her lightly on the ribs.
Mabel closed her eyes now, willing herself to relax completely against him, feeling him within her with every nerve ending of her body. Her cunt squeezed against the thickness of his cock, bringing a sudden gasp from the boy. "God!"
She did it again, and moved against him at the same moment, and he tensed once more, rising up against her. But he was unfamiliar with the position, even with the act. He did not know how to move against her, with her. His hands were still holding her lightly when she wanted him to wrap his arms around her, hold him tight.
Okay, honey-I gotta lead you. Hang on!
She began the movements then, first a long pull forward against him and over him, and then a sudden jab back, all the while letting her cunt muscles work against him in rhythm with those movements. She turned her head against his chest and saw that Tim was backed against the wall, staring at them, his cock still standing taut-but now it was wet even though he was not touching himself.
She was riding Jerry fully now, yet forcing herself to hold back from the all-out drive that would have her nails tearing at his body, her teeth digging into his flesh. It was too soon to ride the boy so wildly, show him the terrors of fucking with the pleasures.
Hold me, honey-shit! Keep that pecker moving in me!
She moved against him in measured cadence, riding him until she could feel the juices rising in him, the boy bucking upward against her as he caught the rhythm of the fucking. He began to draw back as she rose against him, meeting then with the explosion of the combined energy of their bodies.
And then he was cumming, cumming, spurting into her once, twice, a third time and even a fourth, his juices flowing into her body as she milked him of all that was to be had from his balls.
"I'm cumminnnngggg!" the boy screamed. His feet were beating against the back of her legs. "I'm cumminnnnggggg!"
"Yeah!" Mabel felt her own juices flowing, flooding out over the boy as she tried to force more from him, until it seemed as though she had drained every drop of moisture from her body. And still she worked her cunt against his cock.
"Yeah, you beautiful fuck-boy! I'm cummminnnnggg, too!"
And then at last she was done, rolling back, his cock slipping out, Mabel dropping onto her back. She closed her eyes a minute, sighing. Sweet fucking merciful Heaven!
Then she looked at Tim. "Come on, honey."
She held out her hand. "It's your turn now."
The boy hesitated only a minute, coming to her and starting to climb over her as his brother rolled to the far side of the bed, exhausted. But Mabel stopped him before he could slip his cock between her legs, pulled him over her tits until his balls were dangling below her chin, the stiff cock angled up over her face. She touched his balls with her tongue, then moved it up the underside of his shaft, lowering him until she could capture the head of his cock between her lips.
"Fucking Jesus!" The boy tried to pull back from her. Dizzy bitch! What the fuck you doin' to me?
"Easy, honey," said Mabel. "Just let me do the work-you'll like it!"
She sucked him all the way into her mouth, the shaft spreading her teeth, feeling the throbbing heat of his cock. The boy tried to fuck into her, and she grabbed at his ass-then relaxed, and let him do it. Soon-too soon-he was spurting his load straight down her throat. He humped against her for a moment, and then tried to collapse.
Oh no you don't, you sweet little prick! You don't get off Mabel that easy!
She was lowering him down the length of her body now, letting him slide down until his cock slipped between her legs. The boy wanted only to relax, but Mabel caught his cock with her lower lips, forced the head into the channel of her vagina. He moaned, but she would not stop until he was all the way in her; then she began to hump against him, fucking him even though he was on top. He could do nothing but hold on to her arms, try to stay with her as she forced his cock in and out of her deep cunt, squeezing his ass in her hands, making him fuck her all the way down.
And now she was feeling sensations within her cunt that even Wilbur had never fired. Mabel worked against the boy, ready to scream as the fire burned through her belly, until at last the flood began again, and kept on coursing out of her belly.
"I'm cumming!" she screamed. "I am cummmiinnnnnng!"