Chapter 10

Jean finished spreading the suntan lotion over her belly and thighs and the backs of her legs, then rolled onto her stomach on the quilt she used for her afternoon sunbathing and opened the latest copy of Ladies' Home Journal that had arrived in this morning's mail. Feeling the warming rays of the sun caress her already smoothly tanned skin, she began to thumb lazily through the magazine, concentrating on the pictures rather than the texts of the articles themselves. She drooled over a pineapple-garnished Virginia ham that looked good enough to eat right off the colored page. She envisioned herself strolling a Mediterranean beach in the latest thing in casual day-wear from France. An article by a woman with M.D. on the end of her name caused her to pause for a wry private smile. It was entitled "When To Tell Your Children The Truth About The Birds And The Bees". . Perhaps it was to her discredit that she was able to smile at that. Perhaps she should have felt remorse instead of amusement. A week had passed since she'd finally given in and let her son spend the night in her bed. And during that week both Jean and Stephan had settled comfortably into what must have been one of the most extraordinary living arrangements in all of central California. They were mother and son, man and woman. Jean had accepted and come to terms with her own terrible failing. She was living with it the only way she knew how. With Stephan.

Jean smiled with secret inner pleasure at the mere thought of her wonderful young son and lover. He was so good, so devoted, so adept and willing to learn in bed. He was so much like his father. And she knew, remembering Tom, that the time would come when she would no longer be able to keep him to herself. But for the time being he was still hers and hers alone. In fact, this was almost the first time they'd been separated since their incestuous idyll began. She had virtually cut

Adele out of her life and Stephan had quit seeing his bike-riding friends. It had been Steve who'd pointed out that this could conceivably cause suspicion, and yesterday afternoon when Bill Beamer had encountered him on the way back from the supermarket, Stephan had accepted his invitation that he go swimming with them this afternoon.

So Jean was left with a few hours to herself. But she was in no mood to confront Adele and she hadn't even bothered to stop over and say hello to her friend. Adele must certainly suspect something by now. The several times the blonde had come over Jean had feared she was going to come out and ask point blank. And Jean just didn't feel like discussing the situation with another woman. Even though Adele had as much as suggested the arrangement herself, the incestuous young mother doubted if she would completely understand or approve if she knew the extent to which she and Stephan had become romantically involved.

Jean read the first several lines of the article, the page tinted green by the dark shades she wore to protect her eyes from the sun. She concluded quickly enough that the information contained therein hardly applied to her and Stephan. She closed the magazine, removed her dark glasses and dropped her face sideways on the soft quilt. Her eyes closed and a restful happy smile adorned her lips.

It seemed but a few minutes later that Jean heard the roar of the motor bikes at the corner. She counted three of them and wondered who the other belonged to, provided that was Bill and his friends bringing Stephan home already. She waited with baited breath as the bikes) drew closer to the house, then heard them stop outside. Steve, was back much earlier than she'd expected, but she certainly had no objection to that.

Remaining still in the prone position on her belly, the sensuously voluptuous brunette woman waited with her eyes still closed. Her back was completely bare except for the thin string of the bikini strap and the little bikini bottom perched low on her hips and revealing several forbidden inches of the crack between her ass-cheeks at the top. Her thighs were long, deeply tanned and slightly parted, and she felt a little tingle of relish deep up in her loins as she thought of the inviting picture her prone body would present to her young son when he emerged from the back of the house.

Jean listened impatiently for the sound of the bikes being started up again, but it was not forthcoming. The boys must be sitting out front talking, she thought, for she hadn't heard the sound of the front door being opened and closed. But, she added silently, she really needn't be so impatient. She and Stephan still had the better part of the afternoon to themselves, and all of the evening if they needed.

Gradually Jean became aware of the almost silent footsteps coming toward her on the soft dry grass. Her face still turned to the side on the quilt, she opened her eyes. Her breathing was gentle and soft and she lay relaxed on her belly. She could almost feel Stephan's eyes on her back, devouring the softness of her ripely offered buttocks hardly concealed by the scarf-like little garment that covered them. She watched the shadow of his head and shoulders move past her face on the grass, extending longer and longer out before her eyes as he approached.

"You're back early," she said with soft invitation. "I'm glad. I was getting lonely without you ... Hey, rub a little suntan lotion on my back, would you?"

The shadow disappeared as its antecedent knelt beside her on the ground. Jean heard the bottle of suntan lotion being shaken, felt its oily coolness on her skin as experienced fingers touched her back, spreading the lotion massage-like into her soft flesh, working lower and lower down the sensitively indented line of her spine, down, down toward that forbidden dark little crack above the bikini bottom lying low on the softness of her buttocks.

She closed her eyes contentedly, a languid sigh escaping from her throat. "Ooooh, that feels so good, Stephan. I love the way you rub that oil on my back."

The hand moved lower, the fingers working down over her half-exposed buttocks and dipping seductively down into the little crack beneath the bikini bottom itself. She savored the pleasing touch for a last exquisite moment. Then belatedly warned by a sixth sense, her mind perceived the slight strangeness in the touch of the hand on her buttocks. As she opened her eyes, she saw the other two shadows stretched out on the ground before her and she caught the faint whiff of alcohol-odored breath on the air. Giving out a soft, frightened cry, she rolled suddenly onto her back, staring up in shock and horror at the sight that greeted her.

Bill Beamer was squatted beside the quilt with the bottle of suntan oil in his hand. Standing just back of him was Jimmy, whose surname she still didn't know, and another boy she'd only seen a couple of times when she drove past the drive-in where the boys sometimes hung out. In her embarrassment and her surprise and perhaps even fear, she centered her attention on the stranger and said absurdly, "Who are you?"

"This is another of your son's friends Mrs. Clayton. Danny Jarvis."

"Hello Mrs. Clayton, I'm pleased to meet you," the boy said, moving a step closer. He was almost as big as Bill, and he had that same world-wise look of knowledge in his eyes, a knowledge that during another now almost forgotten era of her life had been the source of her apprehension about the new friends her innocent young son had chosen to spend his time with.

"But ... where is Stevie?" she gasped, still so completely rattled her mind seemed to seize on questions that had nothing to do with the real crux of the situation in which she found herself.

"Stevie ain't here. We came by here to see him," Bill explained. "But instead we saw you and you're a lot prettier than Steve."

The reference seemed to remind Jean of her state of near-undress. The bikini she was wearing was so skimpy she would never have had the nerve to go out in it to a public swimming pool, and she suddenly felt a desperate urge to cover her body from the three boys' leering eyes. In a futile and belated attempt at modesty, she crossed one of her slender forearms over her scarcely concealed breasts and let the other one lay down over the triangle of flimsy material nestled so invitingly between her thighs.

"What do you want?" she gasped, feeling totally helpless before the three big teenagers.

"We'll keep you company till your son gets back," Bill said with a lascivious grin.

"Yeah," added Jimmy. "You said you were lonely."

Jean's eyes focused on the bottle of suntan lotion in the dark-haired youngster's hand. A flush of shame rushed to her face as she remembered the feel of his hands on her body. My God, she thought, so embarrassed she could have died. He was touching her all over, even down on the half-exposed fullness of her buttocks, right down into the tight little crack in between. And she had enjoyed it ... and let him know she enjoyed it. Because it had felt good and because she thought it was Stephan.

Oh, what on earth have I done? she cried to herself silently.

Then as Bill laughed raucously into her face, Jean caught another whiff of the alcohol on his breath. She saw the tell-tale assured way he was looking at her. She remembered the naturalness with which he'd moved his hand to the more private flesh of her buttocks when she'd asked only that the lotion be spread on her back. It was as if he had known what was happening between her and Stephan ... and there was only one person from whom he could have found out about that!

"Did ... did Stephan tell you something?" she gasped, realizing from the smile of satisfaction and awareness that crept over Bill's face that the question should never have been asked.

"Tell us what?"

"Nothing," she said in a croak.

"Stephan didn't have to tell us anything," Jimmy put in as though in Stevie's defense.

"That's right, Mrs. Clayton," confirmed Bill. "He didn't say a word. But when a boy starts getting ass the first time in his life it's easy enough for someone else who's been through the same thing to tell. And it was damned sure he wasn't getting it anywhere in this town but here."

Getting ass? Jean thought. How dare they refer to what was happening between her and Stephan in those vulgar and debasing terms? Who and what did they think she was anyway? She had asked the question and the most obvious answer came back. They must think she was the cheapest and sluttiest woman in the world, and deep down inside herself she knew with a sinking feeling that they were right.

Then as Jean looked again at the drunkenness mirrored in Bill's leering eyes, and looked at each of the other two teenagers and realized from their hungry expressions that they were equally intoxicated, she had the first inkling that she was actually in physical danger.

Her heart pounding in her scarcely concealed breasts, Jean scrambled shakily to her feet, still acutely aware of her lewd state of near-undress and of the way the boys were taking in her softly exposed, oil-shining skin.

"I ... I want you to go," she stammered. "I want you to go right now."

"We'll go," Bill said, firmly seizing her wrist.

"No," she said, her voice raising. "I want you to go away from here. I don't know what you're talking about with your filthy assertions but if you don't leave this minute I'll call the police and have you arrested for ... for profanity in ... in the presence of a lady."

Bill smiled, his eyes dropping briefly to the up-crested mounds of Jean's voluptuous breasts, her hard swollen little nipples pricking visibly up in the flimsy material of the tiny halter that covered them. Then he looked back at her face. "You're gonna have us arrested for using profanity in the presence of ... a lady?"

She screamed once, loud and desperate: "Adele!"

There was no answer. Tears filling her eyes and spilling down her cheeks, she followed without struggle as Bill led her across the yard and up the steps into the backdoor of the house. The other youngsters came right behind her, their greedy eyes comsuming her scarcely protected ass-cheeks.

"Where's the bedroom?" Bill asked when they were inside the house.

"The end of the hall," Jean said with a sob. Mutely she was accepting the fact she was about to be raped. She was dazed, stunned. She knew it was real and yet she could hardly believe it. She knew the boys wanted her, she knew they were strong enough to take her. She knew that with the information they had about her, even if they still lacked final proof, they would settle for nothing less than exactly what they had come here for. And never before in her life had Jean submitted to anything like this. There were three of them, almost strangers. And once Bill had had her, she knew with a dull aching throb far up inside her loins that the other two wouldn't be satisfied with merely having listened or watched. They would both want their turns.

Still holding firmly to her wrist, Bill led her down the hall and through the door to her room. The other two teenagers came eagerly in behind them. Through her narrowed, stunned eyes Jean glimpsed the photograph of her dead husband on the nightstand beside the bed. Looking the other way, she saw her own voluptuously exposed body in the mirror. Her little bikini looked as insignificant and useless as the flimsiest see-through underwear, and the suntan lotion that covered her exposed deeply tanned skin gave her the appearance of an oiled slave stripped for torture.

Then she shivered with an overwhelming sense of helplessness as the trio of boys moved in around her. She gazed at them in utter desperation, her eyes pleading for mercy and finding none in theirs. And then suddenly the three of them were on her, their hands pawing at the sensuously exposed curves of her flesh, tearing at the flimsy two little garments that were all that protected her from their greedy eyes. She was completely outnumbered and demoralized and she knew there was no way to resist. She stood almost passively as their hands clawed over the softness of her body, as her little halter fell away from her breasts and her bikini bottom dropped from her loins and she stood completely naked before them, futilely trying to conceal the lushly swelling curves of her flesh with her hands as her mind hazily grasped the reality of what they were about to do.

Then the boys backed up and began pulling their own clothes off. The sight was almost too much for the beaten young widow, and she gaped in stunned amazement as one after another of them revealed their muscular young bodies to her frightened stare. She gawked at the exposure of Bill Beamer's rippling torso and back, noting with a little sob as he removed his trousers and shorts that his penis was almost twice as big as Steve's. Turning her eyes toward Jimmy, she saw that he was almost equally endowed. Then as the third boy pulled down his shorts an involuntary gasp burst to the stripped woman's lips.

"No!" she cried in horror. "I can't. I can't take that!"

Jean had never seen such a cock in her life. It made even her husband Tom seem small in comparison, and it was less than fully erect. No woman could have taken it inside her, and with a conscious effort, Jean forced her eyes away and tried to get her panic in check.

"One of you guys better loosen her up first," Danny suggested, then sensing her fear looked consolingly at Jean. "Don't worry, Ma'am, I'll be gentle with you when it comes my turn."

"I'll take her first," said Jimmy.

Jean was floundering in helpless confusion as

Bill Beamer pushed her down on her back on the bed and she watched his friend climb up between her already parted thighs. She couldn't imagine how she'd ever let Stephan associate with these immoral teenagers and she realized that was probably her first mistake. She shuddered and clenched her eyes shut in shame as she felt Jimmy's hands dancing with surprising gentleness over the sensitive surfaces of her breasts and down toward her exposed and parted thighs. A slight unwanted tremor of excitement rippled through her body in sheer physical response to the sexual stimulation. Then she blinked with surprise as Jimmy dropped down on top of her and planted his lips almost affectionately over her slightly open mouth.

As he kissed her, his hands crept up higher between her thighs and it was only as his fingers came into contact with the teasing little bud of her clitoris and the softly parted lips of her cunt that she realized that as a defense mechanism her genitals had already begun to lubricate themselves as though in anticipation of the cruel rape to which they were about to be subjected.

But that was the only explanation for the physical enigma unless ... unless she was becoming subconsciously excited by the prospect of what was about to happen to her!

Jean almost died of shame as that shocking thought crossed her mind, and yet as though in confirmation of her depraved response a spontaneous cry of passion rose unbidden to her lips as she felt Jimmy carefully part the soft folds of her sensuous secret flesh with his hands and begin to worm his long middle finger straight up into the quivering sheath of her loins.

Oh my God, she thought. It was true. She did want it. She wanted a cock up inside her even if it wasn't Stephan's, and with that realization her self-loathing almost caused her to blank out her mind. Then she cried out from the sensation of Jimmy's lips moving down to her full voluptuous breasts, sucking one of her already lewdly swollen nipples hungrily up into his warm mouth.

As the helplessly aroused brunette widow splayed her legs out wider on the bed, the teenager who was mounted on top of her levered farther up between her thighs. Jimmy had never been anywhere close to fucking a woman as grown-up and sexy as Mrs. Clayton before, and he felt like his balls were going to burst if he didn't get his cock up inside her quickly. And besides, he'd seen the look on Bill's face when he had offered to go first, and he knew if he spent much more time fooling around like this the bigger boy would throw him off and take first turn himself. But Bill went first every time they gang-banged a girl and Jimmy was getting tired of sloppy seconds.

Without further preliminaries, Jimmy seized his rigidly throbbing prick and guided it straight up toward Stephan's mother's already excitedly waiting vagina. He rammed his bulging cock-head hard up against her, his body slapping hard against her belly as his granite-hard maleness savagely speared as deep as it would go up into her defenselessly quivering cunt. His balls smacked with a thud down into the crack of her cowering buttocks, and he lay still and firmly embedded up inside her to the very hilt for a couple of seconds before he drew back for another even more deeply impaling thrust.

"Uuugghhhh!" Jean grunted from the torturing stimulation as the warm inner walls of her pussy flowered wetly over the ravaging cock-shaft that invaded deep up into her fearful loins. Jimmy's massive cock surged in and out of the deepest sensitive area of her inner loins and her wetness surrounded it like a glove, lubricating it freely with every plunging stroke. She stared back with glossed eyes as the youngster ground his teenaged pelvis down against her squirming flesh. She arched her quaking loins, uncontrollably beginning to writhe and undulate in unwanted response, lifting both their bodies and almost tossing him off her with her wild buckings up from the bed.

Now she was really getting into the act. Her traitorous body was reacting against her will and in spite of her terror and all her shame and indignation, she opened her mouth greedily to suck in Jimmy's tongue as again he kissed her on the lips. Then as he continued to thrust with rhythmic abandon on her passionately writhing body, she felt his pistoning cock lurch suddenly harder up in her belly and begin without warning to spew its white-hot liquid cum far up into the most hidden recesses of her lust-tortured womb. Spurt after spurt of his sticky cum ricocheted against the walls of her stretched vaginal passage, almost drowning her in its creamy flowing warmth as she jerked and writhed in her own frenzied response.

Then as suddenly as it had started it was over. Jean's eyes opened and she stared up in stunned shock as she felt the boy groan and sag down heavily on top of her. And even though she continued to writhe and strain beneath him, she could feel his penis beginning to deflate in her loins.

"Damn it," Jimmy grunted into her ear. "I slipped. I fucking slipped."

"Oh! Oh my God," Jean wailed in her desperate frustration. "Don't stop! Please don't stop!"

"He's already stopped," said Bill. "See ass-hole, you should have waited for seconds like always. Let me get it slicked up first so it wouldn't feel so tight. Get out of the way and let Danny give her a try."

Danny? In her helpless surrender to her unwanted lust, the very futility of her hopeless situation had instilled in her a masochistic greed to be filled by cock, and she'd almost forgotten the awesome sight of Danny's ponderous cock that had so frightened her a few moments ago. Now, as Bill pulled Jimmy physically away from between her thighs, and she felt his deflated penis slip out of her loins with a sucking little pop, the memory of the other boy's enormous member returned to her terrified mind with devastating force. The mere vision of it was almost more than she could confront, and a little cry of panic rose in her throat even before she turned her face sideways on the bed to take another fearful look.

Tears of fury and desperation were rolling down her face while her treacherous body was still writhing and squirming in naked lust and frustration. Her cunt was a steaming inferno of need that twitched and trembled far up inside like a nerve gone out of control. It was aching to be filled and plundered until the gnawing want in her loins was sated, and her muscles felt so tense she thought they might snap if she didn't get another cock into her soon. But even in all her desperation she almost died of fear at the sight that greeted her.

Now Danny Jarvis's cock was almost erect and it was really a magnificent sight to behold. In a mind-boggling awful way it was even almost beautiful. It reached out from his body like the arm of a crane balanced with two heavy round weights at the back. It was so large it was hard for her to even imagine it was actually real. It looked to her terrified eyes like a gigantic mock-up of an interstellar rocket, but as Danny flexed his muscles and it jerked to even greater rigidity, she knew without doubt that it was real, and it was alive, and it was surging with a menacing fury that seemed all its own, as if the slick slitted glans at the tip were an eye that could see and long for her helpless waiting body.

"Don't be afraid, Ma'am," Danny said in apology. "I promised I'd be as gentle as I could but I really can't help it if I'm a little better hung than some people."

Then he was on the bed, levering up over her. Jean closed her eyes as though she hoped she could make him disappear, remarking silently that he seemed strikingly sensitive of nature in contrast to his physical endowment. A soft whimper escaped her as he seized her arms and pinioned them above her head. Then the terrifying shaft of his cock brushed obscenely along her soft inner thighs and suddenly she opened her eyes and cried out:

"I can't. No, please! I can't take it. Please. Make him go. Please!" He was going to try to fuck her with that monstrous young cock, and even in her all-consuming lust she knew it would be more than she could bear. His massive cock would rip her apart at the seams. "Please," Jean whimpered feebly. "I can't. I can't take it."

"Sure you can," said Bill Beamer. "Go ahead, Danny. Give it to her!"

As Jean shuddered in trembling terror, the superbly endowed youngster inched slowly up her body. His thickly palpitating cock brushed threateningly at her inner thighs, then lurched even harder to prod his knob-like cock-head up against the entrance to her pussy. Struggling beneath him, she kicked her legs up in the air in hopeless defense, and deftly he ducked beneath them, pinning the backs of her knees with his shoulders to push her onto an even more helplessly jackknifed position beneath him that completely exposed and opened the fearfully quivering plane of her cunt to the obscene ravishment to which it was about to be forcibly subjected.

She couldn't get away and suddenly every muscle in her body felt as though it were being stretched beyond belief. She felt in her mingled terror and lust as though she were under some kind of spell, and she could only quiver in submission as she felt his bludgeoning cock-head probing at the entrance to her warm cuntal opening and holding itself poised for an almost unbearable moment before the spongy mushroom-shaped tip of the boy's menacing cock nosed threateningly forward against the hotly quavering hair-fringed flanges of her defenseless flesh.

Then, still holding her arms pinioned above her head, Danny mercilessly lunged forward. An agonizing hiss issued from Jean's lips and she quivered in suspended disbelief as she felt the sudden brutal pressure increasing between her thighs. Then she grunted as the blood-filled tip of Danny's stallion-like penis raged relentlessly up into the soft fleshy folds of her cringing cunt-lips.

"Uuuuagggggghhhhh!" she groaned in torment, tossing her head from side to side as the painfully ruthless penetration continued.

Danny flexed his buttocks, twitching his lust-inflamed hardness several inches deeper up inside her.

"Noooooo," Jean cried fearfully. "Stop it, my God! It's too big!"

She didn't doubt for a minute she would be ripped up the middle by the boy's prodigious instrument, and she felt like she was being assaulted by some terrible weapon from an ancient torture chamber. But the lewdly merciless invasion of her helpless loins continued, and she was only vaguely aware of the other two boys crowding close to the bed to watch, their hands exploring feverishly over her body, tearing at her breasts, scratching over the soft sensitive skin of her thighs. She knew nothing but the endlessly tormenting penetration of her ravished loins, and she wept in a terrified hysteria of anguish as Danny's monstrous penis plowed deeper and deeper up into the narrowly resisting passage of her vulnerable cunt, forcing rippling waves of her lewdly stretched flesh aside as the massive shaft gouged brutally into her anguished depths.

Then it stopped. With a buttocks-crushing jolt the boy's hips slammed against her ass-cheeks and his immense sperm-filled testicles slapped wetly into the crevice between them, slapping obscenely against her sensitive little anus.

"Got her!" Bill" said as if the triumph were his own. "Now make room for me, I'm coming into her mouth."

CHAPTER ll

Adele emerged slowly from the murky hollows of sleep. Lying naked on her back on her bed, she opened her eyes and stared up at the ceiling. The she looked down at the full nipple-peaked mounds of her breasts and between them the blonde triangle of the hair of her cunt. She moved her hands up to her voluptuously inviting mounds, her fingers tweaking her sensitive nipples to even greater tingling erection. Her hands moved lower, her breath gusting softly from her throat in response to her auto-stimulation. She'd had a pleasant dream, the kind she enjoyed the most, and she was slightly excited sexually as she remembered it. But she couldn't quite focus the dream in her mind. The image was marred by another gnawing presence. First, the vague remembrance of a scream came slowly back.

Suddenly wide awake, the voluptuous buxom blonde sat straight up in bed. Has she dreamed the scream? She didn't know, but the more she thought about it, the more sure she was she'd actually heard it. It seemed even to have awakened her for a moment, but she'd dozed back off before she'd really grasped what it was. But now she was almost certain. She had heard a scream!

Her anxiety rising, Adele leaped from the bed and went over to the chest of drawers. She put on the top of her bikini, not bothering to look for anything more concealing. The without bothering with her panties she wriggled into a pair of tight-fitting shorts. She went to the back door of the house and looked across the fence into Jean's yard, where she'd seen the sexy brunette sunbathing just before she'd started her nap.

The quilt on which her neighbor had lain was still there, along with a magazine and the sun glasses she'd worn, but Jean was nowhere to be seen. The concerned blonde turned away and walked barefoot down the hall to the front of the house. Parked in the driveway of her friend's house were three motor bikes. Stephan's friends' bikes.

But Stephan's friends hadn't been coming around since ... since whatever was going on over there had started. Funny, Adele thought, closing the door and starting back in. Then she stopped, the wound of the scream still lingering in her mind like a grim harbinger of catastrophe.

"I heard the goddamn thing," she said aloud to herself. "I know I heard it. The hell with it," she added under her breath, deciding there certainly would be no harm in checking.

Adele went out the back door and down the steps. She cut across Jean's drive and stopped in her tracks, her mouth dropping open wide as she heard Jean's voice out the bedroom window at the back corner of the house:

"I can't. I can't take both of you at once."

Adele didn't have too many interests in life other than sex, and there was only one way in which a woman like her could interpret a statement like that. She'd done it herself, more than once, and the first couple of times she found herself in a situation where there was more than one man to be satisfied, she might have said almost the same thing. And though it boggled her limits of belief, she recognized in no uncertain terms the tell-tale quiver in Jean's voice. Stunned, she looked back at the three bikes parked in the drive. She turned back toward the window. Should she get into her neighbor's house? But, just as she was turning hesitantly, she glimpsed the familiar figure of Jean's son Steve rounding the corner at the end of the block.

Quickly the sexy blonde housewife moved back out of his view. She hesitated for a moment, not sure what to do. But she had to see for herself. Even though she knew, she had to see it with her own eyes, and hurriedly she went along the edge of the house.

She took a quick look in, her eyes widening at the two naked boys in bed with Jean and the other standing just beside watching them, and Jean's body was writhing and twisting on the bed, her thighs scissoring open and closed in the air about the flanks of the youngster who was fucking her. For a minute Adele had an urge to go into the house and get in on the fun. Then she remembered Stephan.

It took the voluptuous blonde only a split second to make her decision. Stephan couldn't be allowed to see what was happening to his mother. For his sake, and Jean's as well, he had to be stopped, distracted, and Adele could think of only one sure way to do it.

Inspired by the urgency of her mission, Adele rushed through the gate back into her own yard. She entered the back door of her house and ran down the hall to the front, threw it open and leaned out onto the porch just as Stephan was passing in front.

"Stephan! Stephan, would you come here a minute, please!"

The youngster looked up with surprise, then curiously back at the three bikes, then again at Adele. "I think I've got company," he said, his voice obviously troubled by something.

"Well they can wait. Come here, Stephan. Come on."

Adele smiled invitingly as the young boy came up the walk. She retreated into the house, holding open the door with one hand while she reached up behind her back with the other. By the time he entered she had loosened the strap. Stephan's eyes bugged as she shrugged her shoulder and her flimsy garment fluttered away, completely exposing her naked breasts.

Inside the other house, Jean was in a situation like none she'd ever experienced before in her whole life. She'd hardly even accepted the unnatural invasion of her loins by Danny Jarvis's outlandish cock, before a second boy had climbed onto the bed and announced he was going to fuck her in the mouth. And worst of all, he hadn't been kidding. As she lay waiting in helpless surrender, Danny's massive penis still ruthlessly impaled up inside the velvety warmth of her loins, Bill Beamer climbed up and positioned himself on his knees above her face, his knee planted against her upward stretching arm, and one of his hands seizing his own ample cock to aim it straight down at her defenseless face.

Then her attention was drawn away from that impending indignity, as Danny, mounted up between her thighs, flexed his massively plundering cock deep up inside her cunt, and a little tremor of fiery passion shot spontaneously through her loins. Clenching her teeth against the maddening exciting sensation, Jean stared up at the throbbing cock looming only inches above her vulnerable hips.

"Big, isn't it Mrs. Clayton," Danny bragged with another flexing motion that almost caused the distraught brunette to cry out. Then before she had time to adjust herself to that increase in the level of sensation, the stallion-hung youngster began to move.

Danny Jarvis knew he'd hurt Mrs. Clayton with his initial entry but he was used to that, and already he was feeling her cruelly stretched cuntal passage beginning to adjust to his obscene invasion. She was ready to fuck, or as ready as she would ever be, and he started slowly to move his hips in a sensual rhythm, grinding his huge penis tightly up into her nakedly cringing pussy, stretching the feverishly clasping walls until his pulsing shaft fitted snugly as a sword in its sheath. And as the helpless woman's resistance gave way, he groaned from the easing of the almost intolerable pressure around his punishing rod of rigid cock-flesh, gasping with relief as he began a slow in-and-out fucking motion above the dark-haired woman pinioned helplessly beneath him.

The torturous pain Jean had experienced moments ago seemed now to be miraculously fading, and though she felt certain the size of her vagina must have been altered for life by what she'd already suffered, she couldn't quite quell the little surges of contrasting pleasure that began to scurry through her loins. Her outrageous subjugation and degradation had triggered a strange masochistic response which stirred through her loins. She was being fucked, even if it wasn't by Stephan. She had a cock inside her, and her tormented vagina has swallowed its prodigious bulk to the very hilt ... and she felt a crazy sort of triumph. Her traitorous body was responding contrary to all moral considerations of the depravity of what was happening to her, and in spite of her shame, she began to forget everything but the rejuvenated promise of release that was building like wildfire through her skewered loins.

Then as though to dare the devil himself, the wantonly responding brunette made a cautious attempt at movement of her own, slowly rotating her buttocks to follow the rhythm of the teenaged boy's raping cock which was pistoning in and out of her vagina. And when she discovered this didn't hurt, she ground her hips up with increasingly lustful speed. She pushed the challenge to the hilt in her obscene compulsion to be pleased and to please, and in moments she was matching the obscenely racking lunges of the grunting boy mounting her from above.

"Oh yes," she whimpered out in surrender. "Yes fuck me, you big brute. Fuck me, fuck me!"

The lasciviously aroused brunette undulated her body hungrily beneath the boy's ravishing assault. Now she was really lost, almost unconscious with delight at the continually merciless assault on her loins and cunt and the anonymous hands pawing eagerly over her softly perspiring body. She couldn't have fought back if she wanted to. She was trapped and helpless and she endured her punishment with masochistic relish as the wanton subjugation continued.

"Oh, don't stop," she cried. "Don't ever stop." She chanted out her surrender in a torrent of desire, twirling and humping her nakedly upturned ass-cheeks faster and faster to keep pace with the skewering piston of flesh surging massively in and out of her cunt. Then gradually she became aware of the movement near her head, and when she looked up, a soft cry escaped her as she saw that Bill had bent his lust-swollen cock-shaft straight down at her face. He was leaning over her so close the blood-filled tip of his cock-head was dripping seminal fluid toward her lips, but she was so dazed from her passion she didn't even bother to protest.

She flicked her tongue teasingly from her lips, circling it in a slow movement over the boy's spongy cock-head, then as Bill leaned forward, holding his weight up on one hand planted on the bed, she opened her lips wide and sucked his bulbous cock-head into the damp warmth of her mouth. She was about to start to suck when the youngster grunted and withdrew his cock from between her clasping lips.

"Doesn't work like this!" he gasped. "Danny's too tall and we're just going to get in each other's way. Better turn her over and do the damned thing right."

Jean didn't resist as Danny abruptly withdrew his turgid cock and she was rolled to a prone position on her belly. Bill instructed her to kneel up and put her ass in the air and she willingly complied. She knelt swaying on all fours, her sex-obsessed brain reeling with all the effort of keeping her body in position as her two young aggressors moved into position fore and aft. She gasped slightly as she felt Danny's massive penis surge back into place between her open thighs from behind. Then with a loud grunt, he shoved forward and impaled her body once more on his enormously hardened cock, the shattering impact of his thrust causing her to jerk forward on the bed in retreat.

And as she did so her shocked face ran directly into the boy's erected cock looming up from his thickly-haired loins as he kneeled before her. She felt his rigid cock shove without warning against her lips, and in a spontaneous reflex, she opened her mouth, feeling the pulsing cock-shaft plow the full distance along the length of her saliva-moistened tongue. She could taste the lewdly seeping seminal fluid that continued to ooze from the glans at the tip, spilling out into the warm cavern between her cheeks with its salty tasting pungence as the teenaged boy's massive erection plowed to the back of her throat, and she gagged, nearly choking on the mouth-filling penis.

Now Jean was helplessly sandwiched between the two boys, and almost immediately the two of them began a simultaneous fucking in and out of her loins. Dazed by the sheer quantity of conflicting sensations, the degraded mother was vaguely aware of the swinging balls slapping against her throat and the pubic hair grazing her nose as Bill Beamer shoved his turgid cock into her mouth. She gasped for breath, groaning about the pummeling cock-shaft as she was racked back and forth. Her captive body was being used like a helpless receptacle into which they would both pump all their building sperm, and the very humiliation of being exploited so obscenely seemed only to excite her the more. The desire in her belly mushroomed in an outrageous cloud of lust, and she resumed the circular undulations of her buttocks, rocking back hard onto the pile-driving cock skewering into her from behind as she sucked in warm subservience on the other rigid cock fucking into her mouth.

Jack-hammering his massive cock into her nakedly exposed pussy from the rear, Danny was building rapidly toward his own wild ejaculation. Stephan's mother's pussy was just too deliciously tight on his giant hardness, and he began to bang mercilessly against the softly yielding crevice of her loins. He gripped her jerking buttocks to squeeze them to him, looking down in gloating triumph as she eagerly responded.

Before her, Bill was fucking furiously between her lips, and the saliva that filled Jean's contorted mouth was becoming thick with the emissions of seminal fluid that still seeped profusely from the top of the boy's cock. His rock-hard shaft was buried in her mouth to the hilt, and she could feel the muscles straining in his thighs as he lunged harder and harder between her parted teeth. His fingers had seized her long black hair to hold her face warmly to his loins and guide the sucking movements of her lips up and down the thrusting rod of his wildly fucking cock.

The ravished brunette could feel her own excitement mounting more and more as the young boy's penis seemed to throb and thicken granite hard in her ill-used mouth. He was shoving his turgid penis all the way to her tonsils, and she had never felt so helpless and victimized in all her life. And yet every moment seemed to bring her nearer and nearer to the ecstatic peak of the climax she craved, and she sucked with a vengeance as she wiggled her buttocks back in frenzied abandon for the benefit of the other boy fucking her from behind.

Then almost simultaneous with the rising tide of her own incipient climax, Jean felt Danny's cock suddenly distend to even larger dimensions, and she felt as if her thighs were being ripped apart as the excited youth rammed powerfully up into her, shoving as deep as he could go as he turned loose his control and began to spew his teeming load of white-hot cum up into her contracting cuntal softness.

Feeling his release, she lunged back frenziedly in response to the seething cum-fluids flooding up into her hotly dilated womb. She was filled until she thought she would burst, and she could feel the creamy liquid dribbling back out of the hair-lined lips of her cunt and spilling down her thighs.

Then Bill let go in front of her, his pulsing cock bursting forth and erupting like an oil well deep into her mouth to fill her cheeks with his pungently boiling liquid, forcing her to swallow madly to keep from choking on the fiery gushes of the young boy's sperm. She clasped her lips tightly around the lurching base of his erupting cock, sucking and gurgling and swallowing until she thought she would milk him dry, continuing all the time to skewer her hips hungrily back onto the monstrously slamming penis that still emptied its hot load of sperm deep up into the eagerly working wetness of her cunt from behind.

And with a wail from between her own clenched teeth, she felt her body soar up and explode in what seemed like an elaborate fireworks display. Her belly filled with a raw ecstasy and her brain whirled deliriously in the orgasmic passion of her frenzied release. Then abruptly her strength left her and she collapsed between the boys. Thin glistening strands of viscous milky liquid connected her lips to the deflating cock that slipped from her mouth, and she felt a cool waft of refreshing air as Danny withdrew his nearly flaccid cock from her cunt. She collapsed tiredly on her side and lay beautifully sated on the bed.

As the three boys got dressed to leave, she almost drifted off to sleep.