Chapter 8
That's five, Mabel! One more cock to go!
She was slumped across the seat of the Ferris wheel car, the boy still plunged full into her, but collapsed against her, his face pressed against her breasts. Phil's eyes were closed as he remembered the terrible beauty of the feeling when her cunt milked his cum from his cock.
Oh boy! That was great-fucking great! Christ, I'm still hard-I could fuck her again right now! I've never been able to cum twice in a row!
Eyes still closed, he thrust his ass against her once, experimentally. She responded automatically, hands sliding down to his ass, pulling him tight against her, her cunt walls flexing about the shape of his cock, trying to draw the cum forth.
Jesus, Wilbur! This kid is the horniest one yet! Scared shitless to fuck so that I practically had to rape him, but now he doesn't know when to quit! Well, I've never yet seen the cock I couldn't outride!
"Phil, honey! You ready to fuck me again?"
He was embarrassed; he opened his eyes and looked up at her face, nodding rather than say the words. His hands were playing with her breasts, feeling the shape of them, as his nose nestled against her chest, surrounded by the great weights. His cock was tingling again, the way it did when he jerked off too long without cumming, letting his load fall back at the last crucial instant every time.
But I came this time! Shit, what's the matter with me? I want to fuck her and fuck her -I don't want to stop! My cock is already sore, but my ass wants to keep pushing it into her! Who the fuck's boss here-me, or my cock?
Mabel was kissing him now, easily, gently, brushing her lips across his face as she lifted his head from the valley of her tits. His hands were clasping at her nipples, squeezing against the bulk of her mammaries as though trying to force out the milk that should be there, and now his tongue was finding its way into her mouth, doing what she had done before. His cock still in her cunt, his arms went around her neck, holding her tight as he tongue fucked, the boy's back arched against the uneasy shape of Mabel. She felt the strain of the position and began to move over, laying down on the length of the seat, thighs still capturing the boy so that his cock could not escape from her passage.
Phil rose up with her, letting Mabel carry him into the stretched-out position, keeping his position within her with no trouble. As soon as she was settled he probed with his ass against her; his cock was all the way in already, but he slammed against the soft flesh of her mound, making it give way perhaps another fraction of an inch. Then he did it again, not letting his cock withdraw so that he could begin a proper stroking-not wanting to lose the sensation of being surrounded by her cunt.
Oh, Christ I Why was I afraid of this? I want to fuck her-I want to fuck all the cunts that I passed up, thinking that I was too good for them! Disease, shit! It's worth the clap, to have the feeling she's giving me now! I don't care if my cock rots and drops off, I'm gonna fuck her until I can't fuck any more!
Mabel couldn't wait any longer for his teasing to end, the fucking to begin. The boy was light as a feather on her; she felt as though she could carry him forever, strap him to her body so that his delightful cock never had a chance to escape. But she wanted the feeling of the cockhead moving in and out of her cunt, rubbing her clit and the soft walls, firing the sensation straight into the heart of her guts. She bucked against him, once and then again; and at last the boy was getting the message.
He let his cock slide perhaps half an inch out, then threw it back again as though in panic. Once more, almost an inch now; and back again.
But at last he was finding the rhythm, letting his cock slide almost free until her lips were all that was holding him aimed against her vagina, then sliding deep inside her again, the shaft of his cock rising at its natural angle to his body and lighting the electric sensation all along the top of her cunt. The first movements were slow, awkward, erratic; then as she responded to him, rose against him, worked with him, Phil found the natural rhythm of his cock and was fucking steadily now, riding her down in the search for the sensation that meant another explosive climax.
Oh, God, Wilbur! What have you sent me? Gary is great, Billy fun, Jerry and Tim sweet -but this boy is something else again! He doesn't need to be the biggest or the fattest, and maybe he isn't even the best! He is something else again! I love this! I love him-I love every fucking one of these boys! Wherever the fuck you are, I hope you understand, that you love them too!
"Shit! Fuck me, baby-fuck meeee, Phil! You're tearing me apart, ripping me open! Fuck! Don't stop! Fuck me all the way to
Heaven or Hell! Shit, Christ shit! Fuck me, me, fuck meeeeee!"
"Oh, God!" The words escaped from him in short pants as he tried to do what she wanted, tried to fill her to her satisfaction. "Yes! I'll fuck you fuck you! I'm cumming! I'm gonna shoot again! My balls are boiling over! I'm cumming noowwwwww!"
"Oh, Phil-fill me with your fuck! Fill me, baby!"
It was pouring out now, a greater load than before, churning and frothing its way through the tumbled passage of her cunt walls, his cock riding down his sperm like a raft through white water, white cum, the boy's balls and prick throwing everything that he had into the depths of her unquenched fire.
And now Mabel was responding, returning spurt for spurt, spunk for spunk, sperm for sperm, cumming against the boy, cumming with him, cumming over him as her juices spilled out of her twat, flooded across his legs, coated the cushion of the seat with a slick film that made it slippery, made it hard for Mabel to hold position. The cage was quivering about them now with the violence of their movements, rocking back and forth as though it had just stopped; and still the boy was fucking into her although the last droplets of his sperm were spent completely, his balls drained, his system aching with the new experience that was the oldest body response in the history of the race.
But their strength could carry them only so far, and now their systems were burned of energy, drained of the power to keep moving against each other. They collapsed together, at the same instant, the boy dropping across her, Mabel's hand dropping over the side of the seat to dangle against the floor of the cab.
Several minutes passed before the mad pounding of their hearts eased, slowed, became the normal rhythm that was pumping life-giving blood through their bodies. Phil's cock was soft now, shrunk to a fraction of its thrusting size, but it kept place within Mabel's cunt, held there by the strength of her twat. And still the boy did not move, rising heavily and falling again with each breath that she took in to move her great tits up and down. He felt completely drained of energy, lacked even the strength to pull himself from her, collapse by himself on the seat.
"Oh, Jesus." Mabel licked dry lips. "Sweet Heaven. Phil, I feel as though I have been fucked forty ways from Sunday-and a stopover on Monday night thrown in."
He giggled at the idea. "Was I doing it right?"
"Honey, you are a natural." She patted his back. "An abso-fucking-lute natural. You don't need lessons in working your pecker in and out of a twat. Shit, I think maybe I know a few people who would be glad to take lessons from you!"
"I'm glad you liked it," he said, rubbing his face against her tit.
"Honey, I don't for the life of me know why you were scared of some plain old fucking. What's the matter-somebody nasty bite your pecker once?"
"I never did it before-I was always scared. I saw those pictures in the hygeine books, and once when I asked Mama where babies came from she slapped my face and said I was a nasty little boy. Then she washed my mouth out with soap and made me go to bed before supper."
"She was probably jealous of your pecker, honey. I hoped you jerked off in bed just to show her."
"I guess probably-I usually do jerk off when I get in bed alone. I know God thinks its bad, but it feels so good that I can't help myself."
"Where the fuck did you get that notion?" She raised her head to look down at him. "Who said God thinks it's a bad thing to do?"
"Mama. And Grandma."
"Honey, look-God invented men and women, right?" He nodded. "And God gave men cocks and women cunts, intending the two should fit together. Right again?"
"Yeah, I guess so. But that's so babies could be made. He didn't make it for fun, according to Mama."
"Bullshit! Everything on this Earth God put here for a reason-including fucking. There's no signposts in the sky saying Thou Shalt Not Fuck-that was made up a long time ago, by a bunch of frigid and impotent old people who couldn't stand to see someone else enjoying themselves. There's nothing at all nasty about sex-just so long as you keep your cock and balls clean. And good old soap and water will do that for you."
"But lots of people think it isn't right for kids to fuck!"
"Sure, honey-because most kids are too dumb to be careful. They don't understand what they're getting into, so they don't take precautions. Bingo! they end up with a little kid of their own, which teenagers aren't ready or able to take care of. That's the only reason kid sex is frowned upon. Do you know how old Mary was when she had Jesus?"
He shrugged. "She was a woman, and married."
"Yeah-and she was twelve years old when the kid was born. Which meant she was no more than eleven when she got the shot up her twat. Maybe it was an angel-I've never heard anyone say angels can't fuck-and maybe it was Joseph, but all those pictures you see of Joseph as an old man with a white beard are a piece of crap. He was seventeen! Shit, honey, in those days boys were expected to be fathers by the time they were your age now."
"Yeah, but it doesn't seem right to talk about Jesus and Mary and Joseph that way-as though they fucked just like everybody else."
"They did! Where the hell do you think people came from? In those days it was a sin for a woman not to have lots of babies, and so they did a hell of a lot of fucking."
"Are you saying Jesus fucked?" he demanded.
"Shit, I don't know-maybe he did, and maybe he didn't. He was kind of a special case, if you want to believe the Bible. But he was supposed to be one beautiful guy, so I'll bet he had the chicks of his time practically falling down before him. After all, he hung around the lowest types, trying to redeem them-Mary Magdalene was a whore."
"Geez, Mrs. Love. I don't know what to think."
"Honey, think about the fun we're having--. That's all you have to keep in mind. I know my cunt feels good even with your pecker all soft-I like just having you inside of me. You want to stir it up again, take another ride?"
"I don't know if I can." He humped against her. "It doesn't want to get hard."
"Let me help you, honey. Pull out-that's it. Now lay down on the seat-on your back. Okay, let Mabel go to work on Mr. Peter now, and we'll see if maybe there isn't one more go around in him yet today."
Oh God-Wilbur! Am I screwing up this kid? Shit, I don't give a fuck what anybody else thinks! He was made for fucking, just like you and me. Only I don't have you for fucking any more, so I have to settle for these boys. Not that it's bad settling, Wilbur-I love every fucking one of them. I'd like to keep the whole goddamn band around forever, keep those slippery boy cocks riding in and out of me one at a time, two at a time-three at a time, if I can figure out a way to take that many of them!
The boy sighed as her lips settled over his soft flesh-then gasped as she sucked down, her cheeks hollowed.
Dear Jesus-is this a sin? Do you really mind if I take all the pleasure that is in my body? I still love you-I love everybody. I don't want to see any sadness or or unhappiness in the world. Isn't love enough?
The answer was coming from Mabel's lips as she worked him to the excitement of another erection, brought his prick hard within her soft mouth. She worked the foreskin back over the head with her tongue, tasting the remnants of their combined joy juices. Then she was capturing his balls for a moment, rolling them around on her tongue, and taking cock and balls together as the boy's prick pressed across her face. He was humping against the air now, again, as her tits hung over his thighs, pressed down against his knees, until he was moaning with the strength of his overriding passion.
"Aggghhhh! Oh, Christ-I'm gonna cum again!"
Mabel stopped, pulled from his cock, looked at him. "Not yet, honey-hold it back for a minute yet."
"I can't help it! It wants to bust out of me!"
"Try!" She was climbing over him, her breasts moving up his body, across his belly, over his head. "Keep the feeling pushed back down in your balls, Phil. I want you to cum into me. I'm going to fuck you again. Just hold onto the feeling!"
Now she was lowering herself against him, her body completing covering his, feeling for his cock with the lips of her cunt, finding it at last. She poised herself above him, his cock trying to lay flat against his belly, and slid down on it no more than an inch, until her outer lips could catch it, draw it up to point at the inner passage. Then she was lowering herself again, taking him all of the way into her body.
Oh fuck! Oh wonderful boy fuck! Why have I denied myself these wonderful boy cocks all these years? Wilbur, I thought you were enough-but I wish now that I had shared my cunt with them! Would you mind? Would you be jealous? I hope not-I'll never love anybody the way I loved you! Oh sweet merciful fucking Jesus-it feels good! Oh, Christ, he's boiling my cunt! Aggghhhh!
"Aggghhhhh, Christ! Sweet fucking Jesus! I'm cumming, Phil baby-I'm cumminngggg!"
He rose against her, throwing his cock into her cunt as she tried to hold her position above him, slippery fingers clasping slick cushion on either side of him, her ass throbbing with the violence of her passion as they fucked together, rode together, threw themselves together. Their fucking was rocking the car again, the wet slap of bellies meeting a sharp crack that surely must be heard down on the ground. But Mabel didn't care what they might think on the ground-and the boy was so wrapped up in the glorious sensation of his cock being milked by her terrible wonderful marvelous cunt that he was beyond thinking, beyond caring, his whole body on fire with the desire in his cock and balls, the flame in his blood.
Now the boy was taking control of the fucking from Mabel, throwing himself up against her, shoving his cock all of the way into her, feeling the hairy lips of her cunt pressing down on his groin every time he bottomed out in her. Mabel was shivering and throbbing, eyes closed, heart pounding as though it must burst; and the boy stayed with her, kept her burning, kept his cock ramming heavily into her, his spike nailing her to the sky.
"Oh, Mama! Oh, Jesus! I'm cumming again! I gotta-I gotta-I gotta . . . shiitttttt! Fucking Jesus! Oh sweet fucking Mammaaaaaaa!"
"Aggghhhhhhhh! Phil baby-fuck fuck fuck! Throw it to me, honey! Make me feel you all the way up in my tits my throat my head! I want it! I want it noowwwwwwww! I am cumminnnnngggggggg!"
And then, suddenly, they were finished, done, finally drained of their juices and their passion and their desire for fucking. There was nothing left to them but to collapse against each other, against the seat; Mabel fell on the boy, and then was rolling off him and onto the floor of the cage. She landed heavily, but there was no pain; she was looking up at the sky around the roof line of the cage, and laughing. It poured out of her, coming from her belly, her gut, shaking her as heavily just as Phil's cumming and her cumming had shaken her.
"Oh Jesus! Loving Jesus Christ! I love itI love you, boy I I love every boy in the whole beautiful wide fucking world!"
He turned on his side to look down at her. "Are you all right, Mrs. Love?" He was worried, beginning again to feel a touch of fright.
"Oh, honey, I'm okay. There's nothing wrong-I haven't flipped out. I'm just laughing because I'm so goddamn fucking happy!"
"Mabel! Hey, Mabel!"
She looked straight up for a minute, as though expecting to see the voice coming from above. Then she realized that it was the mechanic, Joe, and scrambled up, going to the edge of the seat to press her face against the latticework.
"Yeah, Joe! How's it coming?" Jesus, Wilbur, talk about cumming! I don't think I've ever in my life cum so fucking much as I have today-or done so much fucking in one single goddamn day!
"It's almost fixed! We're putting the new cable on now! We should have you down in three or four minutes!"
"Okay! Stay with it!"
"Well, honey," she said, dropping back and picking her clothes from the tangle on the floor. "Fun time is over for today. Did you have fun?"
"I sure did!"
"Want to ball me again one of these days soon?"
"Sure, Mrs. Love! Can I really?"
She reached over and grabbed him by the neck, pulling him against her breasts and smothering him in her arms.
"Honey boy, you sure can. Any old fucking time you want to fuck, you just come and let Mabel know. Just as soon thereafter as we can we'll tumble into the hay-and that's a promise, baby!"
They dressed quickly, Mabel smoothing out the fabric of her blouse. It was wrinkled, but she was sure that no one would be noticing that, with the view of her tits that they would have at the same time. The boy's long hair was tousled, and sticking up wildly in several places; but he had a comb in his pocket, and she made sure that he ran it through the damage, finishing just as the wheel started up again with a jerk and a groan. Then they were going over the top and coasting down the other side, Joe bringing the cage to a smooth halt, the gap between the cage and the platform no more than six inches.
"Christ!" said Mabel, stepping out. "I thought you had this thing checked out, Joe!"
"I did, for chrissake," he said. "What the hell you expect me to do-personally guarantee every goddamn cable and belt on every goddamn ride in the Park? You know there's no way to prevent that outside of completely replacing all the belts at the beginning of each season. And neither Wilbur nor you wanted to spend that kind of goddamn money!"
"Okay! Okay!" She threw up her hand. "I'm sorry-you're right. It's a good thing it happened today and not tomorrow-an omen, maybe, that we'll get through the season without another such breakdown."
She looked around; half a dozen of the men were standing there, waiting for her approval of the repair job, but all the boys were gone except for Phil.
"Where are the kids?"
"Gone home," said Ernie. "It's after six."
Shit! Now I can't get Billy! I wanted all six of those cocks today-but I'll have to wait until tomorrow. Ah, well, Mabel girl-I don't know if I could stand another toss in the hay today!
"Do you have a ride home, honey?" she asked. Phil shook his head.
"I was riding with the other guys. I'll have to call my Mama to come get me."
"Never mind-call her, tell her why you're late; but I'll take you home."
At least I'll have the chance to play a little grab-ass with the kid in the car. It's not much, but it's better than nothing.
Then she saw Jack. He was standing away from the others, in the shadow of the other wheel. The workmen were drifting away now, to their other jobs, and now Mabel touched the boy on the shoulder.
"Go up to the office and make that phone call, Phil, then go down and wait in my car. I'll be along in a few minutes."
Jack watched the boy out of sight before he said anything, but the anger was etched deep into his face. His teeth were clenched, his fists working his fingers. He turned to look at her.
"Fucking cradle robber! I've been watching you for the last goddamn hour-watching the fucking cage rock back and forth! How many times did you fuck him, Mabel?"
"Are you keeping score, Jack?" she asked, coolly. "Matching the total against your own tally?"
You bastard! You dirty bastard! How dare you keep watch on me? Her eyes closed. Yeah -keep watching me, Jack! How do you like it, seeing me take those kids-the kids you brought to me? You make a good pimp!
His throat worked, but the words would not come. For a minute Mabel felt fear, sure that he was about to strike out at her, hit her. But he wheeled around, walked away, fists slamming together. Her knees went weak with relief.
"Bastard!" she called after him. "Fucking bastard!"