Chapter 12
"Boy, Mom ... are you ever dirtyf" he said.
Jennifer lifted her head, blushing. She stared at her son in horror. What on earth could she say?
Everyone was embarrassed.
But Jennifer's twat was steaming and both young boys had thundering hard-ons.
"Errr ... I guess I was a bit naughty," she said.
"You sure were. Boy! My best friend, too!"
"I hope you won't . . .errr . . . mention this to your father," she said, gazing at his cock and realizing that, shocked as he might be, he was also inspired.
"Naw," he said. "Jeez . . . how could I even mention it to anyone? You think I want anyone to know that my mother sucks cock?"
"You have a point there."
"And you, Jerry . . . boy, am I pissed off at you! I don't go over to your house and stick my cock in your mother's mouth, do I? That's a rotten trick!"
Jerry looked a bit sullen, annoyed that Timmy had come in before he had a fuck.
He said, "Weil, that's because my mother never offered to blow you, is all. I'll bet you'd be in her mouth like a shot if you had a chance."
That being truth, Timmy only glared at him.
Jerry still had his hand cupped over Jennifer's cunt, his middle finger pushed up her hole to the knuckle. Her pussy pulled on it demandingly, for, despite the shameful circumstances, her cunt was not embarrassed.
"It ain't fair," Timmy said sulkily. "You gave Jerry a blow-job and you were gonna give him a fuck, too . . . and I'm your own son and I never had a girl."
"Errr ... I don't suppose ..." Jennifer mumbled.
Mother and son, creamy and hard, stared at each other so intently that their vision was like an electric current coursing back and forth.
"I wouldn't mind," Timmy said, biting his lip.
"But . . . incest?" she whispered. "Yeah, that's pretty bad, huh?" "Ummm . . . and exciting, too." "Oh, wow!"
Jennifer made up her mind. It wasn't very hard at all. She smiled at her son.
"Come here, Timmy," she said.
Cock first, the boy advanced, -
"You already came in my panties," she said. "I don't suppose it's much more wicked if you come in my cunt ..."
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Across the back yard in the neighboring house, Martha had already had several cunts-ful of cum and was thinking about bringing some further variety into her love-life. She had been thinking about Jennifer and how much fun it would be to have a threesome with her and Ralph. Such erotic thoughts had inspired a rare passion in naughty Martha.
She was so hot that normal fucking and sucking did not seem exciting enough.
Wanting to make Ralph as horny as she was, she told him what she and Jennifer had been doing while he was cutting an erratic swath through the grass.
At first, he didn't believe it.
"But . . . you aren't a dyke ..." he said.
"Of course not, you silly boy. What does that have to do with it? I would never fall in love with another woman or feel romantic about her ... it's purely physical. After all, you know how good pussy tastes, right? Well, why shouldn't I enjoy a snack of cunt, myself?"
She licked her lips as she said that, manifesting her appetite for cunt-juice.
"Oh, wow . . . and she sucked you, too, huh?"
"Ummm. We did each other."
His cock was taut as a guitar string now as her talk aroused him. She thought that if she plucked it it would twang.
She said, "And when we get Jenny in bed with us, Ralph . . . we'll let you watch while we eat each other's cunt out. Would you like that? Ummm? Would you like to see my tongue go up Jenny's sweet cunt? Watch her cream in my face while I slurp her cunt-juice out from her hot lovebox?"
She was exciting herself as well as Ralph.
Images of the impending threesome danced like sugar plum fairies in her aroused mind.
"You can put your cock up her cunt from the back . . . and I'll suck on her clit and tongue your balls while you shovel the prick to her . . . then we can switch . . .oh! There are lots of lovely things the three of us can do ... "
"Let's do something now," he suggested, giving his big cock a glance.
But there were only the two of them, and with their imaginations excited by talk of a threesome, a mere couple seemed lacking in variety.
Then naughty Martha grinned wickedly. "Why don't you fuck my asshole?" she suggested. Ralph grinned.
He had never buggered a lady before, but he certainly had no objections to seeding new fields. He figured her tight nether-slot might make a nice change.
"Sure," he said with enthusiasm.
"Let me get your cock nice and slippery, first," she said. She bent over the boy and commenced to lather and lubricate his booming cock with her tongue and lips until the whole big rod and flaring head were slippery with saliva.
She rolled onto her belly and then lifted into a kneeling position, presenting her ass.
To the boy's experienced eye, that dark soil looked fertile and in need of planting.
His plow was singing and steaming, eager to churn out that new furrow.
Martha looked back over her shoulder, her expression merry with expectation.
She said, "Maybe you ought to lubricate me a little bit, too, darling ... my asshole is a lot tighter than my twat and I'd sure hate to have you skin your sweet prick when you stuff it up there."
Ralph, in all truth, wasn't sure that he would enjoy tonguing an asshole, but he knew damned well that, enjoy it or not, it was preferable to skinning his dick.
He leaned in and placed his hands on her asscheeks, spreading the trim globes open and widening the crack between. Her asshole looked tight, all right. He pressed his nose into it and began to move his tongue up the crack. It wasn't bad at all, he decided. It was sort of naughty, but all the more exciting because of that, with the sparking thrill of degradation.
He licked at her anus, then stabbed his stiff tongue right up her asshole. The delicate flavor of her rectum tingled on his tongue. Martha squealed happily.
He drooled into her asshole, making it wet and slippery, and as his tongue probed, that tight brown eye began to expand as it prepared to welcome his intrusion.
"I'm ready," she sighed, a bit reluctantly, for she was truly enjoying the rimming that the boy was giving her. "Shove that big prick up my ass, darling!"
Ralph was a bit reluctant to stop licking her, himself, having discovered that rimming out a girl's asshole was nothing to be scorned.
But his cock was bouncing around like a pogo stick, demanding some attention.
He gave her asshole a last, loving probe with his eager tongue, then sat back on his heels, regarding the tight hole into which he was about to wedge and cram his huge dong. The topography still seemed a bit dubious to him. Could he fit his cock into a hole that was more narrow than the cock itself? Wouldn't it hurt her when he spread her asshole out on his thick bowel-raker? Worse, wouldn't he hurt himself as he plowed into that narrow tunnel?
Well, there was only one way to find out.
Ralph wrapped his callused fist around the hilt of his prick and guided the fat knob to her bottom.
He pushed.
Her asshole resisted, at first.
His cock-head was lodged at the brown bead. As he pushed his ass and hips forwards, thrusting, his cock started to bend instead of slipping up the hole.
"Won't fit," he croaked.
"Of course it will, Ralph." Well, she ought to know.
He pushed again, harder.
This time her asshole yielded slightly. The tip of his pecker-head wedged into the narrow crevice. Holding the root firmly in his fist and spreading her asscheeks open with his other hand, he resolutely ground away at her anus. Slowly, inch by inch, his cock-head began to slip into her tight slot.
"Ummm . . . it's going in," she whimpered.
But she didn't have to tell Ralph that.
The frenzied boy was staring down, fascinated, as he watched the big, purple head of his prick disappear between the dusky lips of her asshole.
Martha squirmed back, twisting her supple pelvis from side to side and grinding her ass against his reamer.
He shoved hard.
The whole big wedge of his peckerhead suddenly vanished up her asshole.
He gasped. His rod stuck out between them like a big bolt, clamping his balls to her ass.
The head was the fattest part of his big prick. Once that thick head had passed through the asshole, the rest was easier.
He began to work up her ass inch by inch.
As her asshole accommodated itself to his bulk, he began to move more easily into her bowels. She pushed back, whimpering happily at the sensation of having her asshole stuffed so full of that wonderful rack of meat. Her bowels seemed to be sucking him in. Her asshole was working like a pliable wringer, pulling and dragging as if by some magical reversal of the digestive process.
Ralph had a fleeting doubt as he speculated on what effect digestive juice would have on his cock-head. He had a terrible image of drawing his prick out and discovering that the fine big knob had been partially digested. But then he figured that men had been fucking woman up the ass for centuries and surely, if cocks could be devoured that way, it was an act that would have soon died out.
With his doubts gone, the boy settled down to enjoy his first ass-fuck.
His initial strokes were hampered somewhat by the tightness of her hole, but as soon as her asshole had loosened and spread, he began to shovel his prick to her furiously.
His balls looped in like the clapper of a bell, whacking into her cunt.
His belly slapped on her upthrust ass.
Martha met his attack with equal vigor, shoving her ass back as he plowed in, so that she was taking his cock-head right up into her bowels, then grinding her pelvis from side to side, adding the friction of torgue as he drew out.
He pulled back out until only the knob remained sheathed in her ass, then rammed the whole load home, grimacing and snarling with the joyful effort, gasping with the thrill of pouring his prick up her narrow hole.
Martha reached back between her kneeling thighs and got a double handful of swinging balls, using his hairy bag to pull him into her bowels.
She was sobbing with the thrill as she ground her face into the pillow and thrust her well-stuffed ass higher and higher, meeting his lunging strokes.
She felt as if her whole body had been transfixed on his thick spike. She looked down at her belly, wondering if she could see the outline of his cock-head pressing out somewhere above her belly button. She wouldn't have been surprised to feel the tip of his prick sliding out of her throat and into her mouth.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" she cried. "Feed that fat prick to my asshole! Pour it to me, baby!"
She was so full of cock that she felt as if her vital organs were being brushed aside, as if she were no more than a sack of skin filled with prick.
She began clawing at her cunt with one hand as she yanked on his balls with the other.
Ralph had her by the hip bones, pulling her asshole back onto his prick like a tight boot onto a foot.
He gurgled in his throat, and, at the same time, she heard his balls start to gurgle as they prepared to blow.
Her cunt was melting in her hand, the thick juice of love pouring down her forearm and soaking her thighs as she creamed. She stuffed all four fingers up her hole, as if she intended to pull her orgasm out by hand. Inside her cunt, she could feel his fat prick churning up her asshole, through the slender partition of her loins.
Then, howling wildly, the randy young boy poured a jet of jism into her bowels.
Martha thrashed about, buffeted on the heavy stream, creaming herself as she felt her asshole fill up with the precious nectar of his release.
He shot wad after wad of spunk up her ass with such vigor that it felt as if his cum were solid, as if he were shooting great chunks of ivory and quicksilver up her bowels, lumps of molden iron that jarred her hip bones, slabs of igneous rock that filled her to the brim and overflowed from her stretched asshole, soaking his plunging belly, drenching his swinging balls, pooling on the bed upon which they thrashed.
Then at last he was drained.
He paused, still stuck tight up her ass, while Martha clawed the final spasms of her own orgasm out of her sodden snatch, using both hands now, in the mad frenzy of her passion.
Then he pulled his prick out of her asshole, slowly and carefully. The head popped out like a cork from a bottle, followed by a thick river of cum.
Martha, smiling in contentment, turned around, took his sagging cock into her mouth, and proceeded to suck it sparkling clean, enjoying the novel flavor of a prick that had been steeped in her asshole.
Not to be outdone by his older lover, Ralph leaned down and used his tongue to clean up her flooded asshole, then went lower and slurped up a mouthful of cunt-juice out of her melted pussy, gobbling the thick oil of love down heartily, draining her twat.
They lay together, arms and legs entwined, recuperating from the exertions of buggery.
Martha could not think of anything else that they could do together. Not just the two of them.
She said, "I'll ask Jenny to come over tomorrow, Ralph. We can have so much fun together."
"Boy, I sure hope she'll come!"
"Oh, I'm sure she will. She's very horny. She enjoyed sixty-nining with me, but a tongue isn't the same thing as a stiff prick. It's nice for a change, but afterwards a woman needs plenty of cock."
Ralph grinned at the thought that he would be supplying that much-needed cock.
"I feel sorry for poor Jenny," said Martha. "She isn't getting any cock at all, today."
But Martha didn't know the half of it.