Chapter 12
That night, Keith took both, his mother, and Cookie to a nearby movie. Ellen wore a simple pink dress, while Cookie, stylish even when relaxed, had on her expensive Gloria Vanderbilt jeans and a Ship and Shore blouse.
After the movie, they returned to the house, had a snack, and Ellen, knowing she had to be discreet, excused herself, saying she was tired. She went to her bedroom, changed into a nightie, something she hadn't worn in almost a year, slipped under the covers, and waited in the darkness.
Less than a half hour later, Cookie and Keith came upstairs, Keith going to his old bedroom, and Cookie going to the guest bedroom at the end of the hall. Ellen heard them kissing good-night. Hell! She had no desire to be done out of her Friday night fuck. She would wait until the girl was asleep, and if Keith didn't come to her bed, she would go to his.
She waited almost an hour. From the steady breathing sounds coming from Keith's room, she realized her son had fallen asleep. Well he wasn't going to get off that easily.
Getting out of bed, she silently left her bedroom and began moving down the hall toward her son's room when she heard unmistakable sounds of movement coming from the opposite direction. She froze! Then she waited, and sure enough, she saw Cookie in a white nightgown, quietly approaching Keith's bedroom. Cookie didn't see Ellen because Ellen's nightie was black, a sexy item she had selected to try and arouse her husband's desires some years earlier. Ellen watched as Cookie moved to the doorway of her son's bedroom, and Cookie was momentarily bathed in the light of a street lamp across the street from Keith's window, the light shining into the room. Then Cookie stepped into the room, and Ellen, holding her breath, moved to the doorway and watched, angry, yet envious. Still, she decided she would keep silent. No matter how jealous she felt, this was something she would have to thrash out with Keith when Cookie wasn't around.
Cookie saw the sleeping form of Keith lying on the bed, and she licked her lips. Reaching out, she drew the sheet back that covered the boy's torso, revealing his body. He had filled out a little in the past year, looking more muscular, less wolfish. Yes, he was one beautiful hunk of male, and, as far as Cookie was concerned, he was going to be hers, all hers. He was her own age, yet behaved with more intelligence and maturity than many men ten years older.
Cookie sucked in her breath, feeling thrills traverse her slender body as her eyes focused on the thick, dormant penis, that same penis which had recently begun to give her pleasure-as much pleasure as .. . she smiled. That was another story, one she would share with Keith when the right time came, but not now.
Intently, her eyes locked on the penis, and without taking her gaze away, she hurriedly removed her nightgown. She looked so slender and delightfully fragile in the light of the mercury street lamp. It made her tan body look almost albino-silver. Ellen had to admit the girl was spectacularly proportioned. At least Keith wasn't allowing himself to be seduced by some shriveled-up, skinny nothing. When Cookie turned so that her profile was to Ellen while she tossed her nightgown on Keith's dresser, the street lamp hit her pelvis, and Ellen realized the girl had a hairless pussy. Ellen moved a little, stubbing her toe, and she was afraid the noise might attract Cookie's attention. But Cookie was so rapt in her desire for Keith, she heard nothing. She had forgotten about the existence of anyone other than the youth lying on the bed.
Ellen saw the sensuous curve of Cookie's flaring buttocks as the brunette moved toward the bed. The model stood poised for a moment, and it was a sight Ellen would remember for a long time-the first time her son was being fucked by another woman with herself being there. She watched Cookie lift her arms behind her head, running her fingers through her short, upswept, black hair, posing for Keith as if he were awake. Her soft, tan nippled breasts quivered. She had almost no areolae, but her nipples were thick and swelled immensely.
Languidly, she climbed onto the bed and straddled Keith as if she had done something like this all her life. Then slowly, ever so slowly, she began lowering herself down. Her legs were widespread, her knees digging into the mattress on either side of the sleeping youth's body. Her slender model's body formed an unforgettable tableau seen by the envious mother whose own cunt was watering heavily to where Ellen dug fingers into it, massaging the nubbin of her own clitoris. Oh God!
Cookie slid her thighs wider and wider apart, slowly lowering herself that much more. At the same time, the pulsing lips of her bare pussy spread wide open, the little bud of her clitoris already extending itself in anticipation.
Cookie had promised Keith she would behave while in his home, but his nearness was so exciting, she simply had to be with him. As long as his mother was asleep, everything was fine, or so Cookie thought. Now she was determined to bury his cock in her cunt and make them both come. The important thing was, once his cock was in her cunt, even if he woke up, and she expected he would, he would say nothing in order to keep from attracting his mother. Cookie had purposely left the bedroom door open in order to detect any sounds coming from the master bedroom, though she was so wrapped up in what she was doing, it would have taken the sound of something smashing to catch her attention.
Keith felt himself dreaming. His dreams were always about his mother, because he still adored her more than any other woman in the world. Granted, Cookie, coming into his life a month earlier, had disrupted his sex life with his mother to some extent, and Cookie was becoming a stronger and stronger influence in his life, but right now, she was still only second to his mother. He dreamed his mother was squatting on him, leaning over him. He reached up and put his arms around her nakedness, thinking how much slimmer she was. This didn't keep his cock from stirring, and little by little it became stiff and hard. It was soon a rigid pole of throbbing flesh that would rise high into the center of his mother's cunt. God! She would really love it! But then, she always did.
His cock was moving up, up against the tightness of the cunt above, and suddenly the youth awoke. It was no longer a dream; it was a reality, and that reality was Cookie.
"Are you insane?" he whispered. "What if my mother wakes up and finds us like this? I told you, not here."
But Cookie merely smiled, her eyes half closed with wanton desire and her face mirroring the turmoil taking place inside her. She rubbed her cunt back and forth against the fully rigid rod. It lay pressed against her wetly heated membranes, feeling it pulse against that secret entrance into her body. She leaned down, bringing her face closer to Keith's, her full breasts flattening themselves against his hairless chest, her tiny outer labia beginning a determined sliding up and down against the length of his completely stimulated organ.
Under the pressure of her moistening slit, and the soft feel of her cheek against his face as she breathed into his ear, he felt himself becoming more and more enthusiastic. God! Yes! He had to admit he loved fucking Cookie. She had strong muscles inside, and each time he pushed into her, it was like fucking a virgin. Not that he had ever fucked a virgin.
Ellen stared, watching Cookie move faster and faster, and her own finger massaged her clitoris that much faster. Cookie was building up maddening friction in the slit of her bare pussy, feeling her lovers bloated thickness swell to an alarming size as she sensuously rode it. She was unable to stop, and she felt the stiff head of his cock probe at her orifice each time her cunt slid across the tip.
"Christ!" the boy whispered, his head slamming back against his pillow as he felt wild tormented sensations rampantly running through his shuddering body. He jerked his body upward, matching the rhythm of the younger female, while she wiggled sensuously against the snugly fitting length of his cock pressing against the entire pink slash of her cunt. It would hurt when it first went into her. It always did, as did... that other cock. Once more, she pushed "that other cock" from her mind. Right now she was in love. Maybe it was only puppy love because it was the first time she was actually in love with someone her own age. She smiled to herself as she panted while riding the handsome youth, letting her slurping lips rub back and forth over the cock that was forced against his body. The length of his eager phallus jerked upward beneath her, and together they groaned with desire.
In spite of his earlier intentions, the boy was not completely responsive to the beautiful brunette model. He thrilled to the soft moisture of her velvet-lipped cunt moving tenderly back and forth along the length of his penis. The petite young body was jerking wildly above him, letting him know how impatient she was. Her hand moved behind her and sank between his thighs to rub his balls. The addition of her nimble fingers tracing maddening lines of lust along his scrotum was enough to drive the youth to the edge of sanity. He saw her face, bright and clear in the silvery street light, and then that face was moving toward his, filling his mouth and nostrils with the sweetness of the perfume she was wearing.
Sensuously, the brunette model's tiny, compact, but rounded buttocks settled backward against the solidity of the youth's firm thighs, and his ears picked up the sound of her staccato breathing. Her breasts, like balloons, were spread against her chest as she pushed herself into him, her nipples all but cutting into his flesh.
The boy realized the girl was all but raping him, and he loved it. Though he adored his mother, the simple fact was, he had always been the aggressor with Ellen. He liked having a woman come on to him.
Cookie moaned, it all felt so wonderful. She was spreading her slender tan thighs wide apart, moving her hairless pussy upward, and allowing the gentle, sensitive entrance of her teenage cunt to rest against the very tip of her young lover's thick penis, a penis as long and as thick as "that other penis." Reaching down, her fingers separated her sensitive inner vaginal labia, spreading them as much as possible. Then she tried pushing the smooth-domed cock inside the tiny circumference of the circle formed by her vulva. Cookie gasped a little, always afraid she was too tight, always thinking it was going to be impossible.
The frustrated model grunted out her disappointment, and tears streamed down her lovely face as she labored over the stiffness of her boyfriend's throbbing cock, trying to push it into her narrow little opening.
"Do it!" she gasped into his ear. "Do it, damn you!"
He reached forward, gripped her asscheeks, pressed the head of his cock against her narrow interstice, and pushed, jamming his knees into the mattress, shoving her down at the same time.
"Aaaaaaannnnnggggghhhhh!" Cookie gasped into his ear, whimpering with the initial pain she always felt when being entered. Falling forward, she all but collapsed on top of the man, feeling the thick fullness of his lustfully bloated cock pushed halfway into the vent of her vagina.
Then the tight little opening stretched, as it always did, and there was that burning, thrilling sensation spiraling around inside her as the cock rushed in and seemingly filled her entire body. It would only take her a few moments to recover from the acute shock of his entry as it did all the other times. But Keith was insistent on fitting every last little bit of his penis into her. The palpitations of her cunt were driving him insane.
Slowly now, conscious of his hold over her as well as of the fact that his desire for her was growing to where she would soon be on a par with his mother, he pushed upward again, yanking down on her buttocks at the same time, driving his lust-maddened cock inward, spreading her walls wide, pushing the entire length and breadth of himself into her.
"Nnnnnggggghhhhh!" she gasped, feeling herself being stretched again. She didn't know why, but her inner elasticity was such, that she would always return to the way she had been when a virgin. The only thing missing was her hymen. Fortunately, the elasticity worked both ways, allowing her to stretch so that she was able to contain unbelievable thickness. To date, she had known only two cocks. This one, and....
"You asked for it, honey," he whispered in her ear. "Now you're gonna get it, but good."
His teeth gripped her earlobe to keep her from moving her head away. Chewing on the lobe, he thrust his cock into her.
But through her delighted anguish, the beautiful brunette was only too well aware of the mounting passion that would bring her to orgasm quickly enough. She winced a little at Keith's roughness, but this was to be expected with so young a boy who, himself lacked patience. God! He felt good in there, even if stretching her had once again caused her some pain.
"Fuck me!" she gasped into his cheek. "Fuck me, hard!"
The boy dug his feet flatly into the bed and began a steady upward-thrusting rhythm, his urgently stabbing phallus pushing, shoving, filling, actually charging in and out, the entire length of it swallowed on every in-stroke. God! It was something unbelievable.
The first time, when he had been photographing her for a small magazine unable to employ its own photographer, she had asked him to her house, afterward, ostensibly to see her safely home. Besides, she didn't have a car, and he had the family station wagon. He had driven her to her house, which, oddly enough, was only a few blocks away from his own house, and she had invited him in. Before he knew it, she had undressed him and had given him the blowjob of his life. Afterward, he took to seeing her regularly, fucking her, usually in her own home, occasionally taking her to a motel. Her mother had died a few years earlier, and her father often went away on business trips.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah!" the boy whispered, "I'm gonna come real soon, now, real soon."
He knew telling her would get her that much more aroused, and his loins strained upward, feeling the elastic-rimmed tightness of her sleeve-like cunt slide down around his thick cock again and again. The bed bounced beneath the two of them as he flicked his hips upward with increasing hardness, feeling her cunt tighten and relax in perfect rhythm to the way he was fucking her.
He saw her, looking pale and shivering in the light of the street lamp as her body danced above his, pleasure filling both of them, a pleasure so intense Cookie was speechless for the moment, her low hum of joy the only verbal indication of excitement. The beautiful model began bouncing more wildly now, stabbing herself downward with all her might, aided by the boy's hands on her waist. She felt the tightly pressuring cock, hot and hard inside her, filling her everywhere, making her want to burst apart with the unbearable pleasure it was bringing her.
"Ummmmmahuuuuummmmm!" she moaned, thinking how much she was learning to love the boy. His cock felt beautiful inside her, but it was more than the cock. It was the entire boy. She loved him, really loved him, and wanted to make him love her. Except for... well, that other cock, she had never fucked anyone else, never seduced anyone else-yes, the other cock had been seduced in almost the same way she had seduced Keith tonight-and she was fast learning what it was to fall completely in love with someone. She still adored the other man, always would, always wanted him in part of her life, but she wanted Keith, as well. She had to have Keith. God! Give her Keith and.. . the other one... and she wouldn't ask for anyone else, ever.
The wet pink opening of the beautiful brunette's trembling vagina spread wider to admit every last centimeter of the penis that continued to steamroll its full length into her, and she began groaning incessantly, leaning forward, probing with her tongue as she tried reaching the back of his throat with it, total delight throbbing in every last little bit of her shuddering body. Low hums of ecstatic bliss rose in torrents from Cookie's throat as her lips twisted with passion, pressed as they were against his mouth. She felt a thin film of perspiration continually sheeting her as her naked body continued its maddening gyrations. This was ultimate lovemaking.
Ellen stared, realizing what she was witnessing was not raw sex alone. The girl sitting on top of her son was filled with passion, and such passion was indicative of love. She was jealous, but the funny thing was, her jealousy was not only for her son. For the first time she understood what her son had meant when he said he wanted her to share a bed with him and any wife of his. He wanted his wife and his mother to love one another with the same verve with which they would love him.
Cookie's lithe, somewhat experienced body was bursting to discover and learn more and more, aching to fill itself with desire and knowledge, knowledge she would never get from ... that other cock. Nebulous, rainbow-colored clouds seemed to fill her young mind, and she felt herself arching toward her long-awaited orgasm. Nothing mattered right now save that she achieve that climax. She was being fucked by the one youth in the world with whom she was in love, and she hoped and prayed he loved her, too. She didn't think she was capable of taking it if she discovered she was only another lay to him.
The hot, sodden flash of her thoroughly aroused vagina quivered and then began spasmodically jerking and shuddering around her lover's lust-driven pole of steel as the final tide of the oncoming climax made its penetrating stabs of thrilling delight felt. This was it!
Cookie began gurgling deep in her throat, and then she began crooning out her delight as the mounting lasciviousness overtook her nubile form. She felt every ridge and twist of the thrusting cock, and aware of it enlarging within her, she wondered if it would become brittle and snap somewhere. Excited beyond thought, the brunette trembled and surrendered her entire self to the miracle of orgasm as it washed through her cunt, and from her cunt to the rest of her body.
"HHH HHMMMM MPHHHH WWWWWW RRR-
RPH HHMMMM MPH-HHH HWWWWW AAA-AUU UUUUPH HHHHAA AAA WWW WWRRRR RRPHHH HMMMMP HHHHHH AAAAAW WWW-WAA AAAHHH HHHAAA AAMMMM HHH!" she tried screaming, but he had jammed his mouth to hers, and her kissing cries went down his throat, instead.
Beneath her, the passionately aroused young man, using perfect timing, felt his own loins release burning heat as his racing sperm blasted upward into the tightly clenching center of her womanly core. Great gushes of geysering fluid shot from him into her as the boy continued relentlessly stabbing his thrusting cock into her vaginal depths, climaxing, climaxing, feeling her own colorless fluids wash all around his upthrust cock. The spurting youth's semen washed the walls of her cunt, and mingled with her oils, eased down and out of her vagina, covering the base of his penis, flooding his pubis, then dripping to the covers below. Her hands grabbed wildly at his shoulders to keep herself in place.
The beautiful woman continued squirming and wriggling, moaning above him, her cunt clenching again and again, and the boy knew she was climaxing not once, but a multitude of times, and in rapid succession. The brunette wiggled from side to side on his slowly deflating cock, moving up and down, milking every drop of the cascading semen from his anxiously spurting cock.
She lay on top of him, now, unable to move. Cookie panted heavily, still clinging to Keith, and the boy held her tightly. Neither was aware that Ellen, who had watched the entire scene, had also come, empathizing with them.
Ellen was about to leave, when she heard Cookie say, "I love you, Keith. I've never said that to any man outside my family."
"I love you, too," Keith replied.
"What are we going to do?" Cookie asked.
"Eventually, tell our folks, but not just yet," he insisted. "There are still things that need ironing out."
Ellen turned and headed back to her room, once again filled with agony. "Things that needed ironing out," referred to her.