Chapter 4
I had big expectations for the weekend. In my mind Billy and I had an unspoken agreement that he would pop my cherry the first opportunity we had to be alone. All day Friday at school I daydreamed about his slim, young cock splitting my pussy, pushing and shoving until the pain was unbearable and at last the membrane tore, the blood flowed from my cunt, and I was a virgin no longer.
Racing home, I felt sure that Billy would run home from elementary school just as fast, anxious to finish what we'd started in the bathroom. I bounded into the house, licking my Ups in expectation of my first real fuck to the finish.
Then, suddenly, without knowing exactly why, I shivered. There was something wrong. I could feel it in the air.
Warily, I tip-toed through the house, trying to discover the source of the trouble that seemed to be mysteriously hanging in the air. Cocking my ear, I moved down the hall, drawn for some reason toward my parents' bedroom.
The door was closed. Outside a strange bag lay. Stooping down I looked at the lettering on the side and read: Ace Refrigerator Repair.
I remembered Mom saying something a couple of days ago about the refrigerator acting funny. Somebody must be here to fix it. But why was his bag of tools all the way down here in the hall, across the house from the kitchen?
Turning around I started to leave, heading for the kitchen to see if the repairman was in there. However, before I could take more than a couple of steps, a low sighing moan stopped me in my tracks. It was coming through the bedroom door. I wanted to keep right on going toward the kitchen, but something inside me wouldn't let me. Drawn as though by a magnet, I swiveled around on my heel and moved toward the door.
The moaning increased in volume, coming through the door as though it were wide open. When I pressed my ear to the wood, it was even clearer, obviously the voice of a woman.
The more I listened the more it sounded like my mother was in pain. I knew it was none of my business, but I couldn't walk away, my curiosity building by the second.
"Ooooh," I heard her rasp huskily. "You're killing me!"
Immediately my mind filled with a vision of my mother confronting a burglar or rapist. Certain she needed my help, I turned the knob, inching the door open so her assailant wouldn't notice me before I could decide what to do.
As it turned out I could have kicked the door down and my mother and the man in there with her probably wouldn't have noticed it. They were on the bed together, naked, the hairy ass of the man grinding away between my mother's spread legs.
I had a perfect view of the refrigerator repairman's thick cock filling my mother's pussy as she moved beneath him. With the door open the creaking of bed springs joined her moaning as she sighed deliriously from the fuck being thrown into her.
"Fuck me harder!" she cried. "Split me in two!"
Beneath her naked body the bedspread was soaking wet from the pussy juice gushing out of her cunt. The cock engorging her fuck-hole slammed further into her, the repairman's huge balls squashing against her pink lips.
I wanted to close the door and turn away, pretending that I hadn't seen this obscene spectacle. The last thing I wanted to believe was that my mother was fooling around with other men. I knew Dad and she hadn't been getting along from all the arguments they'd been having lately, but I didn't know it had gone this far. Besides, when I'd seen them fucking on the couch the night before I assumed they'd buried the hatchet.
I shuddered, thinking what my father would do if he found out Mom was unfaithful. But despite my repulsion, I was paralyzed, unable to move as I watched the lewd exhibition of my mother being fucked by a strange man.
The repairman was like a bull, charging between my mother's spread loins with his goring prick. I imagined what his huge cock must feel like inside her pussy, filling her with so much pumping meat that it must have felt like he was tearing her apart. Whimpering from what he was doing to her, my mother wrapped her shapely legs around the repairman's middle, locking her ankles at his wiast and slamming him toward her. The squish of his prick in her cunt drowned out her moans and the creaking bed as he savagely fucked her.
"Come, you bastard!" Mom cried. "Stop holding back, you son of a bitch! I want it now!"
It was too much for me. I turned my head away, sensing that something was about to occur that would be more than I could stand to watch.
However, it was impossible to look away for long. My curiosity was even stronger than my loathing. I slowly turned around, gradually restoring my view of the bed.
As he grunted, the repairman pulled his long prick out of my mother's pussy and clasped it with his hand. Holding his cock like a hose, he sprayed an arcing onslaught of steaming white cum all over her stomach and breasts. I gaped, watching globs of semen splash against her tits and then drip from her erect nipples.
When the repairman was finished coming, my mother sat up and pushed his hand away from his prick and took it in her own fingers. Squeezing it to keep it hard, Mom slid her lips over the drooling head and began sucking the rest of the cum off his cock. Trickles of jizz oozed down her chin as she swallowed inch after inch of him, lapping him clean.
"Oh, Jesus, lady," the repairman said in a breaking voice. "Stop before you kill me. How much do you think I can take?"
As I watched goggle-eyed, Mom rolled over and hoisted herself onto all fours, raising her ass into the repairman's face. Throwing her hand behind her, she clasped her buns with gouging fingers and pulled apart her ass. Even from across the room I could see the curly trail of gooey pussy hair leading toward the pulsing red knot of her anus.
"Now fuck me in the ass," she rasped.
Grabbing his cock like a dagger, he stabbed it between her parted cheeks. I held my hand over my mouth to stifle a gasp, unable to believe that his huge prick could actually penetrate her tiny asshole.
My eyes bulging, I watched the repairman rub his massive cock-head against the puckering ridges of my mother's anus, centering his tool for the penetration that I was positive she wouldn't be able to take. I was just on the verge of running and stopping them when my mother spoke.
"What are you waiting for, stud? Don't tell me you've never fucked a customer in the ass before."
Angered by her taunt, the repairman grunted like the bull he had earlier resembled. With a snorting buck, he shoved forward, the head of his cock abruptly disappearing inside my mother's asshole.
"That's it!" Mom shrieked excitedly. "Stick it in! Stick it all the way in! Fuck me in the ass, you big hairy stud!"
My ears burned from hearing my mother talk this way, and my eyes watered from the sadness of watching her take a strange man's cock up her ass. But despite my shock and horror I couldn't stop watching.
I could tell the way she was squirming on the bed that the repairman's cock was tight in Mom's ass, but she didn't concede an inch to him. The more pain his bruising thrusts seemed to cause, the more of his prick up her ass she begged for. Her cries demanding more and more penetration filled the room, creating a lewd symphony in harmony with the creaking of the bed springs and the squishing of tight ass-fucking.
"Do it to me, stud," she whimpered. "Keep doing it to me. Fuck me all the way."
By this time all of the repairman's reluctance had long since vanished, his cock harder than ever. Eagerly he forced his prick further and further up my mother's ass, sphtting her cheeks and engorging her anus into a cock-filled circle with his cramming tool. The more he penetrated the more she begged for, until finally, to my utter astonishment, his dick was completely buried within the tight confines of her asshole.
"Are you sure you can take it this far, lady?" he asked as he pushed his cock in the final inch.
"If it kills me!" she answered defiantly, wiggling her ass to show how much she loved it.
He grabbed her around the chest, squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples as he continued to grind his loins against her ass. I tried to imagine what his enormous prick must feel like buried almost a foot in Mom's anus. Just thinking about the searing pain made me shudder.
She shuddered too. However, the way her quivering body made the bed rock it was obvious her trembling was caused more by ecstasy than pain. Incredibly she seemed to be coming, as though it were possible for her to have an orgasm in her ass as well as in her cunt. As I watched I couldn't help but wonder if this would ever happen to me.
The sight of my mother being fucked to the hilt in the ass was so hypnotic that the rest of the world ceased to exist. When I first heard the dog barking I paid no attention. It was only when Ranger didn't stop and I heard the back door open that I realized what was happening. Somebody was coming into the house!
I wanted to warn Mom, but couldn't get up enough nerve to do it. What do you say to your mother, no matter what the danger, when she's in the midst of being fucked in the ass by the refrigerator repairman? If the house had been on fire my inclination would have been to keep my mouth shut.
When footsteps clattered from the kitchen I moved away from the bedroom door, at a loss as to what to do next. Self-preservation told me to run to my room and hide. But loyalty told me just as strongly to stay and try and cover for my mother. Caught halfway down the hall between bedrooms, I saw my father turn the corner and walk toward me. I stood paralyzed with indecision, looking straight at him.
"Hi, Tina," he said, pulling off his coat and slinging it over his shoulder.
"Oh, hi... hi, Dad," I said, fighting to keep my "voice from trembling.
"What's the matter?" he said, peering at me as he moved closer. "You look pale, Tina. Are you all right?"
"I think I've caught some kind of bug," I lied, trying to stall him.
"Did your mother give you something for it?" "Mother?" I blurted as though I'd never heard of her before.
"Yes," he said. "You were just coming from her room, weren't you?"
"Well, I... uh ... " I stammered inconclusively, unable to think fast enough to field the tricky hop the conversation had taken.
Dad looked me straight in the eye and said grimly, "What are you trying to hide, Tina?"
"What do you mean?"
"It's written all over your face," he charged, taking me by the shoulders. "You were in our bedroom without permission, weren't you? Probably stealing change."
"No, no!" I protested my innocence, hoping my voice would be loud enough to warn Mom and her lover.
"Don't give me that crap," he said, shaking me. "I know when my own daughter is lying. I'll know soon enough what you've been up to in there."
Trying to brush me aside, he started to move toward the bedroom. Impulsively I grabbed ahold of him, pretending to faint. Falling to the floor, I embraced him around the waist so he couldn't move.
He wasn't fooled. Maybe if Ginny hadn't broken curfew the night before he'd have been more sympathetic to my histrionics. But it was obvious that he'd had a bellyful of teenagers as he pushed me against the wall, banging my head on the plaster before he walked toward the bedroom.
"Goddamn kids are all rotten these days," I could hear him fuming as he put his hand on the doorknob. "It's this permissive society that's ruining them. If I'd behaved the way my kids do, my father would've kicked the living shit out of me."
Like the last player between a runaway punt returner and the goal line, I got up and threw myseif at my father, tackling him around the knees.
"No, no, please don't go in there," I pleaded as he tried to wriggle free and open the door. "You can ground me for a month... just don't go in there."
Looking down, he snarled contemptuously at me, "I have the feeling you're going to be grounded a lot longer than a month when I find out just exaetly what you've done."
"But it's not me!" I blurted, the consequences of telling the truth obscured by my panic.
"Then who is it?" he laughed sarcastically while he pushed the door fully open.
"Mom," I whispered in a cold hush, as we both saw what was really going on inside the bedroom.
Both Dad's and my eyes filled with the image of Mom on her knees, sucking the last of the cum off the naked repairman's cock. Startled by the opening door, she turned around to face it, the repairman's stiff prick slipping out of her mouth and sliding wetly against her cheek. A glistening glob of sperm drooled down her chin.
Then all hell broke loose.