Chapter 3
Tom drifted through the school day without exerting himself too much. He thought about his little circle of women and of the variety of ways in which they liked their cunts reamed. But in the back of his mind, he paused to wonder what it would be like to make it with a chick his own age. Would Anna fly into a towering rage? Would he be able to satisfy her?
The thoughts popped into his mind, especially when he noticed Claire, the young vixen three seats in front of him, the one with the long flaxen hair and the body that stopped traffic. Her breasts were large and pointed, and they pushed dangerously against her sweater as if threatening to burst right through the fabric, and her skirts were daringly short, displaying her strong well-developed thighs that were a pale white, and letting her many admirers get an exceptional outline of her hips.
Tom lusted for her, and often imagined leaping atop her and wrestling her to the ground, tearing her clothing from her body and violently jamming his cock into her. It was a dream he had partially fulfilled, and his mind drifted back to the time Abbie had begged him to rape her. She wanted to feel herself brutally violated, and she asked Tom to play out her little game. Tom agreed, and he remembered the strange thrill he felt as he stripped Abbie, and pummeled her gently until she would suck his cock, and he remembered the thrill when he mounted her and humped her, overcoming her struggles.
Abbie was a short plump woman, with large breasts that drooped slightly, and a pair of fleshy, soft thighs that felt very silky when they locked around Tom's waist. She had worn her hair in braids, and had squeezed into a tiny outfit, and Tom thought she looked a bit silly, but when he eyed her he felt a definite movement in his groin. There was something about this child-woman that turned him on, and when he touched her, she tried to break free of his grasp.
Tom struggled with her and managed to get his arms around her, gripping her in a bear hug. He remembered the thrill as her breasts pushed into his chest and were squashed flat. The only thing he could feel were those two sharp nipples, almost cutting into him. Abbie's hands were soft, and they tried to break out of his grip, but in no time at all, he had her on her back. She was half-laughing, and half-panting as he pulled her tiny skirt over her hips, baring the thick triangle of hair that surmounted the fleshy lips between her legs.
Abbie had the most prominent vulva he had ever seen, and it felt good when his balls slapped against it as he fucked her. But tonight his humping her would wait. First he would get her on her knees to suck his cock. She begged him to humiliate her, and suddenly Tom found a torrent of blue language pouring out of his lips. With Anna, sex, fucking, screwing, whatever they called it had been gentle, with both of them sharing, but he found this new experience-where he played the aggressor-propelled him to an incredible high.
He stood over Abbie, his cock dangling free, like a club poised to beat her. He could see the mixed terror and delight in her eyes as she looked up at him. Tom put his hands squarely on his hips and stared down as Abbie scampered to her knees.
"Strip," he commanded, his voice suddenly lower and stronger than before. And he watched as she pulled her sweater off, revealing those large boobs. He grimaced as he watched her push her skirt down, baring her twat. Tom was getting off on this power game.
"Kiss my cock," he said brusquely, and watched as Abbie cowered in his shadow.
"Yes, master," she whimpered.
Tom could see that Abbie was drinking up every minute of this game. He could feel his cock quiver with excitement as her mouth approached it tentatively and kissed his large swollen cockhead lightly.
"Do it," Tom hissed, his body demanding some real cocksucking. He felt Abbie respond almost immediately. All she needed was some prodding.
Abbie opened her mouth and sucked in the giant bulb of Tom's throbbing cock, and it almost filled her mouth as it pressed against her tongue. Tom felt a shudder race through his body as he felt Abbie grip his cock between her tongue and the roof of her mouth. She rubbed her tongue back and forth, flicking it across the underside of his long shaft, in that delicate, most sensitive spot, just where the shaft met the knob.
Tom felt his body grow hot, but he maintained his defiant stand. If Abbie wanted to be humiliated, he was going to do it because he was getting a new kick out of it too. Tom's hands dug into his hip as he felt his body grow hotter and hotter and as he fought to try to control himself.
"Swallow me, eat me," he hissed, as he felt power surging through his body.
Again Abbie reacted immediately. She leaned her head back and stretched her throat wide open, and moved her head forward toward Tom's groin. His long silky shaft slid easily down her tight throat, stretching the tender membranes wide, and feeling them rub tightly against the burning skin of his cock. Abbie gagged slightly as she felt Tom's throbbing cock stretch her throat wide. The slick lining of her throat burned as Tom's cock filled it, but her entire body quivered with excitement as she felt Tom dominate her.
Abbie longed to be used by the men who fucked her. She felt alive only when she was being used as nothing more than a vessel of pleasure. She didn't care how men treated her, as long as they used her. She had never been used by someone so young as Tom, and with her bridge club friends watching she felt her entire body quiver with excitement as she kneeled in front of the youngster.
For years she had been a faithful wife. Her husband agreed to treat her like the slut she felt like and ached to be, but he rarely did it, and never with the brute force and power that young Tommy was showing her. She felt the eyes of her friends practically burning into her as they watched her demean herself and serve the cock that was jammed into her throat.
Tom felt his cock tickle lightly as Abbie moved her head back and forth, letting his long aching prick slide in and out of his mouth. He looked down and saw that his shaft was a bright red and had a covering of Abbie's saliva coating it from its root all the way to its bloated dp. Abbie moved her head forward, swallowing the entire length, and he could see her neck bulge and stretch as his stiff meat forced its way down her throat. He could feel her teeth bite lightly into the long shaft as she moved slowly back and forth.
The urge to jam his cock into her cunt was growing and spreading through Tom's body. Her throat felt good, but his cock wanted to pound its way into some nice tight pussy. He wanted to mount Abbie and feel her tight cunt embrace his cock. Tom stepped back and felt his long slippery shaft slide out of her tight throat. Abbie's face was red and she coughed as she sucked in air and it flooded into her lungs. She smiled up at him, her eyes full of admiration, as if they were pleading for more.
"Use me any way you want," she breathed hoarsely, her throat raw from the pronging she had just been subjected to. "I'm your whore, use me, abuse me."
Abbie looked up at Tom, her eyes wide open, waiting for him to make his next move. Tom felt a surge of power race through his body. His cock twitched and he felt his muscles ripple through his entire torso. The blood pounded through his veins and desire welled up in his groin. Tom lifted his leg and planted it firmly on Abbie's chest as she continued to kneel before him. She lowered her head and kissed his toe. Tom felt her wet lips on his bare foot, and he lifted his leg, planted it on her forehead and pushed, tipping Abbie over on her back. Abbie fell backward, her breasts bouncing madly and flopping from side to side as she fell. Her arms spread, her legs wide apart.
Tom looked over to where Anna and her friends sat watching. They were chinking up every moment of the little scene he was playing with Abbie, and he felt a renewed surge of strength as he saw them watching, and as his eyes traveled to Abbie who lay spread below him, waiting for him to use her.
"Yes, yes," she pleaded, her eyes focusing on him. "Use me any way you want. Puncture my cunt, shove your prick into me."
"Shut up," Tom hissed, sneering down at Abbie, who was delirious with joy. Her wildest and most vulgar fantasies were being fulfilled. She was being used and abused as she had never dreamed possible, and all by a seventeen-year old boy. A boy young enough to be her very own son.
Abbie shut up abruptly, but she lifted her arms, beckoning Tom to mount her body and ride her. Tom stepped between her legs and prodded her swollen crotch with his toe. Her bushy cunt hair tickled his toe, and he could see that her vulva were already excited and spread open, eagerly awaiting his prick, which even now throbbed and jutted out.
Tom looked slowly over Abbie. He wanted to move very slowly, to let her suffer as she waited for him to finally bring her off. He used his toe to prod her breasts and he saw them jiggle back and forth, the tiny red nipples, firm and erect, quivering as he set her soft flesh in motion. Tom wanted to play with her longer, but he felt the ache in his own body become intolerable. His prick craved a tight pussy, and as large and capacious as Abbie's spread cunt lips were, he knew that once inside his cock would be treated to one of the tightest massages it had ever received.
Tom fell to his knees between Abbie's spread legs, and as he did Abbie lifted her legs high in the air, holding them wide apart with her hands. The strong smell of her wet cunt drifted up to his nose, almost making him drunk. He leaned forward, his hands firmly planted on Abbie's ample tits, feeling them slide about under his sweaty hands. He aimed his cock at Abbie's wide open crevice and brought it down, his throbbing shaft pressing against the long slit.
Before he realized what was happening, Tom felt himself being drawn forward and his long shaft being sucked into Abbie's twat He felt a shudder race through his body as his cock reacted to that delicious moment when that first contact between cock and cunt rocketed through his body. Tom felt Abbie's legs lock around him, her fleshy thighs pressing into his body.
Abbie's body was burning hot and when Tom pressed down on her she felt her entire body almost catch fire. Her tits ached, and her entire body cried out to feel Tom bang into her, tearing her tight little cunt to fragments. Tom drew his body back and plunged forward. A long gush of air escaped from Abbie's mouth as the breath was knocked out of her, but she also felt the tiny little nerve endings in her cunt catch fire.
Tom felt as if his cock were being massaged by thousands of tiny little fingers, and he rocked from side to side, feeling the increasing tightness of Abbie's cunt. Abbie's soft, fleshy body provided a perfect landing pad for Tom and his body shuddered madly each time he drew back and slammed himself down on her. Abbie struggled up to meet Tom, and she was panting and groaning as she labored under him. She felt a thousand tiny nerve endings in her brain tingle and fizzle as Tom banged into her. She gritted her teeth and kept her eyes tightly closed as she fantasized being raped by pirates.
Abbie was a prisoner of her passions. Her face was twisted and contorted with pain each time she felt Tom's prick slam deep into her cunt, striking its rear and setting off an explosion that rocked her body. She felt her entire body ache. She had never surrendered so completely to the domination of one man, and now that she was within his power she felt her entire body sing out for more abuse. This was what she had been craving for years, and now that she was finally getting it, she was wallowing in the total experience, relishing every moment of it.
Tom hammered away resolutely. He had always been a careful lover-a perfect stud-always making sure that Aunt Anna was satisfied, that she would come just so. But now his power role had gone to his head, and he ignored the female body under him, using its cunt, hammering away. He felt a strange exhilaration sweep over his body as his rod plunged in and out of the tight cunt which embraced it. He could feel Abbie under him, her body struggling and squirming. The fact that Tom was ignoring her and using her brutally drove her mad. She longed to feel another prick, perhaps jammed into her ass, also pronging her.
Abbie fantasized another prick jammed into her ass, and she could almost feel herself react to it, a hot wave sweeping over her body. She became aware that Tom's hands were now digging into her tits, pulling and manipulating them, his fingernails scraping across her tender aching nipples. She let out a strangled cry; she wanted to cry out for mercy, beg to be left alone, but she feared that Tom might just do that. She wanted to feel the slight pains in her breasts, she wanted to feel her entire body abused.
Abbie closed her eyes tightly and she envisioned her husband watching her humiliation and rape without doing anything to protect her. She felt a blinding flash race before her eyes, and her entire body started to rock back and forth. Her entire body was tingling, even her skin. Abbie was coming, her entire body begging for release from her torment, from the, long cock that was plunging into her, almost cutting her in half, from the fingers that were grappling with her breasts and attacking her nipples.
Tom brought his body down sharply and felt Abbie twist under him. Her entire body quivered and she started gasping and panting. Abbie was coming. Her entire body was releasing all of its pent-up energies. Tom felt her body writhe under him, and he watched as her mouth fell open and short gasps escaped from between her parted lips. Her head rolled back and forth as her wave of superb agony crested. She tried to break free of Tom's grip and roll away from him. She craved to curl up in a corner and let her body recover from her epic orgasm. But Tom hadn't come yet. His cock was still laden with his pent-up sperm and it ached to release its load.
Tom gripped Abbie's hands and spread them wide, placing his entire weight on them and pinning Abbie to the floor. She struggled against his grip, but she was weak and drained and couldn't, resist him. Tom drew his body back, feeling his cock tingle as he drew it out of the long silky crevice that embraced it, and then pushed forward, feeling Abbie's cunt close tightly around it, gripping and almost biting at it. Abbie tried again to break free of his grip, but Tom's hands closed tightly around her wrists and pinned her.
Abbie struggled up against Tom, this time trying to break his grip, but the harder she tried the harder Tom clung to her, continued to ride up and down, plunging his cock in and out of her. Without realizing what was happening to her Abbie started to feel her entire body superheat. Her struggles grew fainter and fainter. This time she was really being raped and before she realized what was happening she felt her body start quivering with anticipation. This time she knew she would feel Tom's sperm pour into her and fill her cunt to overflowing.
"Yes, yes," Abbie chanted, as her body twisted back and forth. Breaking free from Tom's grip was the last thing on her mind now. "Shoot into me, fill me-"
Tom gasped as he felt his cock expand and contract His balls were aching and he longed to feel them expel their full load of come. He tried to draw a deep breath, but he found he didn't have the strength. His lungs burned, but he continued to pump up and down, he couldn't stop himself. The bulbous head of his prick was sore and aching from the constant rubbing against Abbie's cunt walls. His cock began to burn and then the wave of relief washed over his body. He felt himself suddenly floating high over all the action as his cock started twitching and shooting the long stream of sperm down through his swollen shaft and out into Abbie's twat.
Tom felt the sperm burst through the opening in the tender head of his cock and bounce off the walls of Abbie's crevice and ricochet and wash over his own long shaft from which the sperm had come. He tried to pull out and thrust forward again, but he felt his cock suddenly grow sore and tender, with even the slightest movement sending shivers of pain racing through his body.
Abbie felt her body convulse as Tom poured his load into her. Her cunt was already filled with her own pussy juice, but now she felt his burning hot sperm pour into her and sear the lining of her twat. She struggled up against him as she felt the tiny fingers tear through her body and send her over the brink to another orgasm. She tried to struggle up against Tom, but he was resting on her now, pressing his lean, well-formed body down on her soft cushion of flesh.
Tom drew a deep breath as he felt himself start returning to normal. The blood drained from his surface veins and his body cooled down. Abbie's deliciously soft body felt good under his and he looked down at her. She was smiling up at him, her hands touching his arms lightly. Abbie lifted her head to his and kissed his lips lightly. He could see that her face was still flushed from her orgasm, and he could feel that her body was still tender and aching from the pronging.
Thanks, thanks, Tommy," she breathed, as she shifted his body so he would be more comfortable while lying on top of her. "You were so good, so good."
Tom's eyes were still slightly glazed over as he snapped out of his reverie. He was not lying on top of Abbie, he was daydreaming in his classroom and that was a dangerous thing to do. He looked around and noticed that he hadn't missed much. His history teacher was still droning on. He looked down at his watch and saw that there was just five minutes left, and then the class would be over, the day would be over and he could go home.
Tonight was bridge night, and he wondered what little surprises Aunt Anna had planned for him. Ever since his little play-acting rape of Abbie she had made it a point to plan a surprise for every bridge club meeting.
Tom looked up from his watch and over toward Claire, who met his glance and smiled at him. He wondered again what it would be like to have a young pussy like that. She had often smiled at him, but he had never made an attempt to date her because Anna kept him busy all the time. After all, with Anna's cunt and other orifices craving to be stuffed all the time, there was little chance for any other action.
Tom focused his eyes on his desk and tried to imagine Anna's reaction if he let it drop some time that he had decided to go on a date some Saturday night. Would she blow up? Would she accept it? Or would she just sulk quietly?
For the moment Tom was content to let things ride as they were. He had been perfectly satisfied when he and Aunt Anna started fucking. And when she decided to introduce her bridge-playing friends into their little family, he had been even more than satisfied. After all, he now had a choice of four women, each with a different land of body, with a different kind of desire and with an entirely different feel. That certainly was one way to fend off boredom, as Aunt Anna had explained.
Claire grinned again, and Tom's eyes rose just in time to catch the last glimmer of her smile as the bell rang and the class made its daily dash to freedom. Tom found himself in the crush of students squeezing to get out the door, and felt a soft pair of buttocks pressing into his hips. He focused his eyes directly in front of him to find Claire, who turned and smiled, but made no move to stop pressing her ass into his groin as they waited for the jam to clear up. Tom felt his cock stiffen and he was sure that Claire must have felt it too, but she did nothing, said nothing.
Tom drew a deep breath and found himself inhaling a strong sweet essence-Claire's perfume. More than any of the other girls in his class, Claire always wore perfume, and makeup. Tom winced slightly as he felt Claire's ass wiggle slightly, grinding itself into his groin even more. He felt his cheeks flush red as blood pounded to his head, but he swallowed hard. Tonight, tonight he would have plenty of opportunity to release all of his energies.
The crowd parted and Tom moved easily through the door and out into the street. Claire smiled again and said good-bye and melted into the crowd. Tom watched as she disappeared, but he couldn't get her out of his mind. He could see his Aunt Anna, nude, except for a tiny scrap of cloth, dancing before him, teasing him. He could see Abbie, on her knees begging to be fucked, and he could see Susan and Din a, their bodies sweating as he banged himself into them. But all he could think of was Claire.
He could see himself stripping the clothing from her body, revealing her full, ripe young beauty and then mounting her and pouring himself into her. He tried to chase the thoughts from his mind as he walked home, but even as he turned up the walkway and mounted the steps to the porch, all he could think of was Claire and her enticing young body. That was it, he thought, as he put his hand on the doorknob, he needed young pussy. He needed to experiment more than he could now. But how would Anna take it?
Tom drew a deep breath and tried to relax his tense body. He would work on that problem later. Tonight there was more immediate action to be taken care of, and he smiled as he thought of what, and who, lay ahead. He felt himself relax and then he turned the doorknob, pushed the door open and walked into the living room.