Chapter 5

Eva Henry stretched and rolled to her husband's side of the bed, the sheets warm from his body. She told herself that she was happy, that she must be happy because they were getting along again. Martin hadn't hit her since she gave him her ultimatum, and had in fact, been very gentle and sweet. Four weeks had passed since she left Maggie's apartment and she really didn't miss the excitement-not too much. The only time she felt dissatisfied was when she was in particular need and wanted a really good fuck. Martin wasn't a good fuck.

Still half-asleep, Eva was in particular need. Her pussy needed fucking, and she knew it. She could hear Martin singing in the shower and thought of getting in with him, but knew it would be a waste of time because Martin was never in the mood to fuck in the morning. The last time they had fucked was Saturday night, and she tried to recapture that moment of bliss, the exact moment that she came, but that, too, was useless. They had gone out and she had gotten pretty tight, even though she had cut back on her drinking, and Martin had a good erection when she played with him in the car on the way home. He had kept it long enough to stuff it in deep after they got in the house. God, she had really made it good, but not since. Of course, she jerked off every day now, but it wasn't quite the same.

She finally got out of bed, washed her face, and went downt to the kitchen. She lit a cigarette and sat down while the coffee brewed. When it was done, she poured a cup and sipped gingerly at the steaming stuff. It was good, but what she really wanted was a stiff shot of whiskey and an even stiffer prick, preferably in that order.

Martin came into the kitchen and poured himself a cup of coffee. "Morning, honey," he said. "I didn't think you'd be up yet, but since you are, maybe you should run next door."

"Why?" Eva said.

"I was looking out the window and saw Max drive in. He must have taken Nettie to the hospital. You really should go over and see if there is anything you can do."

"At six-thirty in the morning?"

"Yeah, he might want you to watch their kid."

"Goddamn, Martin, the kid's thirteen years old."

"Yeah, but he's not quite right. You know that."

"I'm surprised Nettie's let Max get her pregnant again, and after thirteen years."

"Probably an accident."

"Probably is right. He makes me nervous, never says a word."

"So the kid is a little slow between the ears, all the more reason he needs watching."

"I guess you're right. It's the neighborly thing to do." She drained her cup and got to her feet. "I'll slip on a robe and run over and tell him I'm available if he needs me. He makes me nervous, too. He's a dirty old man."

Martin laughed. "He's only thirty-five or so, maybe forty." He looked at his watch. "Wow, I'm running late. I'll be gone when you get back, so better give us a kiss now."

Eva gave him a kiss and went to the bedroom. Shit, she thought, I don't want to get dressed yet. I'll just slip on my robe and pop over and tell him I'll keep an eye on things. Hell, I really don't want to go over there at all. Nettie doesn't have any business having a kid. She's at least thirty-five and already has one retard. She lit a cigarette and pulled her robe over her skimpy little nightgown. Martin was already gone when she got back to the kitchen, so with a sigh, she left the house.

She went to their back door and tapped lightly on the screen. The door was open and Max was sitting at the kitchen table. He had pulled off his shirt and was drinking a bottle of beer. Max was a big man and he had a big gut, a hairy chest with sagging tits, and he needed a shave.

"It's open," he yelled, wiping his mouth with his arm.

"Hi, Max, did the blessed event arrive?" Eva said.

"Hi, Eva. It sure did. Hauled her ass to the hospital about four. She had the kid at six. A girl this time."

"Hey, that's great. Nettie said she wanted a girl. I thought I might be of help. Anything I can do?"

"Yeah, come on in and sit down. Can I get you a beer?"

Eva went in and sat down. "God, no, not at this time of the morning. Maybe a cup of coffee."

"Ain't got the coffee made yet," Max said. He got up and went to the cupboard. "You really do gatta have a drink with me, new kid and all. I got Scotch, burbon, or vodka."

"Well ... okay, but just a toast. Scotch is fine, with a little water and some ice."

Max opened the bottle and took a glass from the cupboard. He filled the glass half-full. "Try it neat," he said.

"Jesus, you're a hell of a host," Eva said, and took a swallow. It went down hot, but it was what she needed. She took another slug. "How does it feel to be a new father?" she said.

"No different than being an old father," he snorted, and poured her glass full. He dropped heavily into his chair.

Eva took another drink, her eyes on the big guy. He was a repulsive sort, but not completely, and he was already a little drunk. Well, she would just catch up, and she took some more.

Eva caught up quickly, the booze making her giddy and light-headed. She saw him looking hard at her and realized her robe was open. "Oops," she said, giggling, and pulled her robe tight around her neck.

Max drained his bottle. "I was enjoying the view," he said, and belched.

She let go of her robe, suddenly feeling free and very loose. "You shouldn't look at me like that, Max. I'm a married woman." She pushed the front of her robe open. Her nipples wee dark under the thin gown. "I really don't have much on under this robe," she said.

"How much?" Max said.

"Only a little nightie. You can see right through it."

"Not with that robe on," Max said.

"Max, I do believe you're a dirty old man."

"I'm not old," Max said.

Eva lit a cigarette, took a long drag, and laid it in the ashtray. She let the smoke out slowly, stealthily letting her robe fall open. Thrills raced down her spine as she revealed herself. "I think you're trying to get me drunk so you can take advantage of me," she said, and took a big swallow of Scotch.

"Do you think it will work?" Max said, grinning, his eyes wide.

"Well, I'm already a little drunk." She took another drink and put down the glass. Her robe was open all the way. "It might," she said, and pulled her gown down below her tits. Her heart pounded.

"Jesus Christ," Max said.

"Are you just going to sit there and look?" Eva asked.

Max got to his feet, reached out for her tits. "I always suspected you were easy," he blurted, "but...."

"I am easy," Eva said, and pushed her tits into his hands.

Eva couldn't understand why, but she was so excited she could hardly breathe. Max was fat and ugly and middle-aged; he had always repulsed her in the past and here she was wanting him to play with her, to take her-yes, to fuck her. She turned her face up to take his lips against hers while he mauled her tits.

"Oh, Max, what about poor Nettie?" she said, not really caring one way or the other.

"To hell with Nettie. I want you, Eva."

"Take me," she said softly, and kissed him again.

Max went to his knees in front of her chair. "God, what tits. Nettie's are like fried eggs, even now," he said, and drew a fat nipple into his mouth.

"Suck them, Max," she sighed. "Oooh, feels nice." She held his head against her breasts.

He sucked until they were red and hard, then tugged to get her gown off. She raised up to let him pull it over her hips and down her legs. She dropped back onto the chair and let her legs fall wide open.

"Look at me, Max, ogle me, and...."It thrilled her to have him stare at her pussy. Sherreached down and spread the lips apart. " ... and eat me, honey, suck my cunt."

"Oh, my God," Max groaned, "I never hoped for a minute...." And then his mouth was on her. He clamped to the slit between her legs, his rough tongue sliding deep in her sticky hole.

"Do it rough, Max. I need it ... goddamn, how I need it." She grabbed his head and held his face tight. "Suck my pussy, you fat sonofabitch. Eat me and make me come!" she cried.

He knew what he was doing and he had her on the verge very quickly. She was just starting to come when she saw Max, Jr. standing in the doorway. She gasped, her eyes fixed on his. She pulled Max in tighter. "Oh, fuck, I'm coming, honey!" she cried loudly. "Suck hard, pull it right out of me!"

She bucked against the father's sucking mouth, her eyes locked with the son's eyes. It was a jolting come, a quick, very intense thrill that consumed her for an instant and then was gone. She went limp, her hands falling from his head.

"Oh, fuck a duck, that was good. I came so hard," she sighed.

"It's my turn now, Eva. I'm going to fuck you silly."

"Where, here on the kitchen table?" Eva said. She glanced at the doorway. The boy was gone.

"No, let's go in the bedroom." He was on his feet.

"I haven't seen you yet. Show me what you've got."

She reached out and unzipped his pants. Her hand went inside and came back out with his cock. It was good and hard. Bigger than Martin's, not as big as Brick's or Harry Magee's, but certainly big enough. It was uncircumcised, the skin pulled tight revealing half the head. She held it tight in her fist and pushed the foreskin back.

"You've got a big cock, Max. I like big cocks," she said, and leaned forward.

He moaned when she kissed the eye, moaned louder when his fat salty cock-head slid into her wet mouth. "God, Eva ... oh, God, oh, God, oh, God," he gasped.

She was really sucking now, her tongue sliding back and forth against the underside of his prick. The salty taste was gone.

"Aw, shit, Eva, that feels so good. I ain't had it in over two months, been beating off all that time. Nettie won't suck it, anyway. I love it, feels so good, but don't make me come ... I'm so goddamn close ... gotta fuck you, baby, just gotta. Oh, shit, Eva, feels so great, almost there, stop, stop or I'll squirt in your mouth! Gotta fuck you!"

Eva wanted him to squirt in her mouth, wanted his cum, but she wanted him to fuck her, too, and stopped.

She withdrew from his cock and looked up at him. "I was going to let you come in my mouth," she said.

"Oh, God," Max moaned, "go ahead if you want. I never shot off in a girl's mouth, especially a little dolly's like yours. Go ahead, suck me all the way if you want."

"No, I want you to fuck me. I need it."

"Ain't old Martin fucking you regular?"

"Yeah, regular enough, but I like more than he's got."

"I had a hunch you were a slut, Eva, but Jesus, I never guessed...."

"Are you going to talk all day or fuck me?" she said.

"Let's go in the bedroom, baby."

Her robe remained on the kitchen chair and her gown fell to the floor by the table. She raced to the bedroom, pulled back the covers, and stretched out on her back. She spread her legs and opened her cunt with her fingers.

"Get on, you fat sonofabitch, get on and fuck me," she said.

Max was naked now, his big cock sticking from below his big belly. He was a hairy man, his chest and protruding gut covered with the stuff. His legs were thin and spindly, giving him a comic look, and Eva giggled.

"You won't be laughing in a minute," he snarled, and crawled between her open legs.

She pulled him down with one hand, the other already between his legs. She was wet with desire and guided him to her hole, where he went in with ease.

"Ahhhhh, that feels good," he moaned.

"Yeah, real good," she hissed, lifting her ass to get him deeper. "Get it all in, make me feel even better."

Eva sighed with contentment at the feel of his cock sliding in. She realized how much she needed this, how badly in need she had been. Martin would never be enough, never again; she enjoyed it too much with other men, even fat slobs like Max.

"Yeah, Max, baby, yeah," she moaned. "Good, good, feels so good. Oh, shit, you have a nice cock ... feels so nice in there."

She had both hands around his neck, pulling him close. Her knees went up, and then her legs. She wrapped them over the small of his back and hunched into him hard each time he thrust in. She could feel his balls he was in so deep. She found his mouth and pushed in her tongue. He fucked with a frenzy.

"Slow down!" she cried. "Don't come too quick."

"I'm almost there, baby."

"Stop for a minute. I want it to last."

He stopped, holding his cock almost out, his legs tense to prevent his climax. "Nettie says I last too long."

"Nettie is nuts. I want it to last all day."

"Can't last that long," he said, puffing for breath.

"Let it soak a minute, cool off."

He let his cock slide slowly back in until he was in all the way. He had been very close and could feel his cum leaking in her cunt. He giggled, hoping he knocked her up. He relaxed his legs and felt more cum escape.

"Fuck me some more," she said. "I think I can come with you."

He started stroking again with long hard jabs.

Eva snorted, moving her hips in time with his thrusts. She could feel a delightful thrill starting in her belly. She rolled her head to the side, opened her eyes, and there stood Max, Jr., not two feet away. His eyes were as big as saucers.

"Max!" Eva cried. "Little Max is standing here watching us."

Max turned his head and saw the boy. "Too late, I can't stop now, you bitch. I'm almost there." He kept pumping, pushing his rod in and out as fast as he could. "You know he don't hardly talk at all. He won't tell," Max gasped. "Might do the little fucker some good to watch us fucking."

"Fucking," Max, Jr. said.

He was big for his age, like his daddy, and he was gripping his crotch.

Eva felt a surge of excitement at the boy's presence and reached out for him. He stepped closer and her hand went around him and into his pajamas. She found his cock. It was hard and bigger than she would have guessed. She squeezed the little prick in her hand and started to come just as Max unloaded inside her belly. It had never felt this good before, never in her whole life. She grunted loudly, realizing she was moving her hand rapidly on the boy's prick.

"Oh, fuck!" she screamed. "Feels so good, feels so fucking good. Oh, fuck!"

"Oh, fuck," Max Jr. said, and started coming.

His cum was thin and watery, coming out in little spurts. It came down on her hand. She kept pumping him, her hand sliding wetly back and forth. He stood rigid, gasping.

Max was grunting, draining his cock with long, deliberate strokes. "Ahhh, that was good, baby," he said, and pulled out.

Eva let her legs slide off his back. It was good, so very good. "Yesssss," she hissed, "a good, good fuck."

"A good, good fuck," Max, Jr. said.

Max raised up. "What did he say?" he snorted, and then noticed Eva's hand still gripping his son's pecker. "What the hell? Did you jerk him off, Eva?"

"Yes, Max. He needed it, too."

"Christ, you're some pervert." He looked at his son. "Get the hell out of here, you little bastard," he yelled.

The boy fled from the room.

"You shouldn't shout at him, or curse him like that," Eva said.

"You got a lotta room to talk, baby; you're the one that played with his cock. Besides, he needs it once in a while. His mother coddles him too much."

"Will he tell her about us?"

"Nah, he never tells anyone anything. That was the first sentence I've heard him utter in two weeks." He looked at his watch. "Shit, I gotta git. I'm late for work."

"You'd better shave first."

"Shit, you sound just like Nettie. I work in a shop; I don't have to shave every morning."

"The insides of my thighs feel like you haven't shaved for a week."

Max roared with laughter. "Yeah, Nettie bitches about that, too."

"You eat Nettie's pussy?" Eva said, surprised.

"Yeah, all the time. She likes it better than fucking. She won't admit it and never asks me to go down on her, but she really digs it, I can tell."

"I can see why, Max. You're a good pussy-eater."

"You dig it, too, eh?"

"Yeah, I dig it, too. If you'll shave, I'll let you do it again."

"Shit, lady, I ain't got time."

Max dressed and left for work. Eva sat on the bed, wondering if she had damaged the boy with her perverted act. She got up, still naked, and went down the hall to his room. She was sitting on the bed, his pajama bottoms on the floor. He had a hard-on. He looked up and saw her in the doorway.

"Are you all right?" she said. "Yes," the boy said. "I liked what you did to me.

"I really shouldn't have done it."

"Why not? It felt so good." He stared at her. "I jack-off all the time, but it was so much better when you did it. You're beautiful, I love you."

Eva was amazed. She had never heard the boy talk before. She thought he couldn't. And now this ... this beautiful speech. She went into the no room and sat down on the bed beside him.

"You really liked what I did to you?" she asked. Her whole body tingled with excitement.

"Yes, very much."

She put her hand on his bare thigh. "Would ... would you like it if I did it again?"

Her hand was already sliding upwards on his bare thigh. She felt the goosebumps rise on the boy's smooth, golden skin and looked down at her hand creeping towards his crotch.

"I want to fuck you," he whisperd.

Eva was shocked, not at his proposal, really, but that a boy so young would say such a thing to her. Her hand gripped his tiny balls and then was on his cock again.

"Oh, God, honey, your cock is so hard, and so soon. I can hardly believe it," she said.

"I can stay hard a long time, even after I jack-off sometimes. I jack-off a lot, four or five times some days. Can I touch you, too, Mrs...."

"Call me Eva, darling, and yes, you can touch me, too." She was slowly caressing his prick, not wanting to bring him off too quick. "Ohhh, yes, darling, get your hand right up there between my legs."

"You're so hot and so wet there, Eva."

She spread her legs so he could get a good feel. "I can't help it if I'm wet, I...."

"I know," he interrupted, "my dad shot off in there, I was watching. I want to fuck you, Eva, please."

"Oh, darling, I don't know, you're so young, I ... well, maybe." She knew she would let him. She wanted him, had to have him. His cock was small, but it would feel so nice.

"I saw what else Dad did to you. Do you want me to suck you and get you in the mood?"

"Oh, honey, you're so sweet. You don't have to, really, I'm already in the mood."

"I want to, Eva. I've watched Dad go down on Mother. She really likes it; I can tell from her face. You like it, too. I saw how happy you looked when he was sucking you. Can I go down on you, Eva? I really want to."

"Darling, darling, of course you can go down on me ... if you really want to."

"I do," he said, and slid from her grasp to drop to his knees between her legs. He started kissing her open thighs.

Eva moaned, her legs falling far apart. His mouth was so warm and wet, his cheeks so smooth against her skin. "Yessss, baby," Eva hissed softly. "Kiss my legs, kiss my pussy. I'm already hot, but make me hotter and then I'll let you fuck me. Yes, yes, yes, keep going, honey ... get up there where it's all wet and sticky." She took his head in her heands, pulling him into her crotch. "Kiss it, kiss it, put your tongue up inside me, honey. Ahhhhh, fuck, that's nice, Max ... yes, run your tongue in and out ... fuck me with your tongue, baby. Ohhhh, shit, I'm so hot, honey, I can't wait much longer ... I want your prick. Ohhhh, Maxy, crawl up here on top of me and fuck me! I want you, baby, I want you inside me."

Max raised up and Eva went backwards onto the bed, pulling the boy with her. He was on top of her, jabbing wildly at her hole.

"Slow down, honey, and get it in first. We have all day, baby. We can fuck all day if you like."

She had one hand on his ass, the other on his cock. She held him tightly, guiding his shaft slowly into her hole. "Ah, baby, nice, nice," she moaned. "Get it all in, fuck me good. Not too fast, just nice and easy. Yeah, yeah, push it in and out like that. Ooooooh, you're good, honey. I think I'm gonna like this better than I did with your daddy, and I liked it a lot with your daddy."

"Am I doing it right?" he asked.

"Yeah, you're doing fine, but not so fast, honey. Last as long as you can, Make Eva feel good."

The boy grunted, but kept pumping rapidly. "I can't help it, Eva, it feels so good, and it is my first time."

"That's okay, darling, fuck me hard and fast, have a good come. We can go slower next time."

The boy groaned, and spurted inside her cunt, the thought that she would let him do it again was too much.

"Keep going, don't stop, I'm almost there," Eva cried.

"I can't go on," Max said with despair.

"It's okay, go as long as you can ... you can finish me with your mouth. I have to come." She was gasping, bucking against him in an effort to get off.

He gave a gasp and pulled free. He raised up, but Eva caught his head in her hands and pushed his face to her crotch.

"You've had yours, you little bastard, now finish me off." She had his head between her legs. "Suck my cunt, make me come. You messed me up, you shot inside me, now eat me out ... oh, Jesus, I need a come!"

She held his face against her pussy and he started sucking.

"Yess, yessssss," she hissed, "get your tongue in there. Suck, suck, you little bastard! Eva's gonna come ... awwwww, fuck, Eva's gonna come!"

And then she was coming. The delicious feeling swelled in her belly and exploded. She hunched against his face, mashing her juicy cunt against his mouth. The boy kept sucking until she finally relaxed and let go of his head. She lay on her back gasping for breath.

"That was wonderful, you darling boy. You made me come so hard. It felt so good, so mother-fucking good."

"I liked it, too," the boy said, but Eva paid him no heed.

"You're gonna be some great stud, Max. I liked it better with you than with your daddy."

Max, Jr. raised up on his haunches. "Are you going to let my dad fuck you again?"

"Yes, if he wants to. I'll let anyone fuck me. Oooh, Maxy, I feel so good. I'm so drunk, and I feel so good. Let me sleep now, honey. So tired, feel so fucking good."

She rolled over and was snoring almost instantly. Max, Jr. sat on his haunches admiring the lovely woman. He didn't want her to let his dad fuck her again. His dad could fuck his mom. He wanted to fuck Eva, only him.

She was on her side, so he snuggled up to her, pressing his limp, sticky cock into the crack of her ass. She had such a nice ass, so big and so soft. He was amazed at himself when his prick hardened again. He lay rubbing against her, unaware that his prick entered her asshole. He continued pushing into her until his cock was in to the hilt. Eva moaned in her sleep and involuntarily pushed back against him. He hugged her tightly, his arms around her, his hands on her tits.

"I love you, Eva," he said, and started humping steadily into her ass.

Eva didn't awaken, but she responded to his prick, moving back and forth with each stroke. It was like a wet dream to her, the sensation growing in intensity until her orgasm blossomed inside like a huge flower opening. She grunted and thrust back against him. "Marvelous, marvelous, wonderful,' she murmured in her sleep.

And then it started for Max, Jr. He felt a tingling thrill as his hot cum spurted into her asshole. It was numb tingling, starting at his hips and running down through his legs. He shivered with pleasure and then lay still, his little cock all the way inside her asshole. He was asleep within minutes.

It was late afternoon when Eva awakened; the boy was gone. She sat up and shook her head.

What had she done? she asked herself, fucked and sucked a fat, middle-aged slob, and then perverted a young boy? She returned home heavy with guilt. It bothered her the whole evening, causing Martin to ask what was the matter. She told him she didn't feel well, catching a cold, maybe.

She was still troubled the next morning, yet waited only until Max had left for work before going next door. Max, Jr. heard her come in and standing in his bedroom door naked, his cock rock-hard and sticking straight out.

"Oh, God," Eva moaned. "No, no, I shouldn't, I can't."

But she did. She went to him, dropped to her knees, and took his rigid prick into her mouth.

"Yes, Eva, suck me. Oooh, that feels so nice," he moaned.

Eva held his cock-knob between her lips, sucking wetly, and with her hands she opened her robe and peeled it off. She squatted before him naked, his teenage prick in her mouth. She was cold sober, hadn't had a sip, not high, not in need-no, it was lust, nothing but perverted lust. His prick slid farther into her mouth and she wondered why she was doing this, why she was so excited, so turned on. She wasn't an old lady turning to young boys because she couldn't get a man. She was young, beautiful, had a husband and loved him-yet, here she was sucking a teenage boy's prick. It was in to the hilt now, her nose buried in the soft fuzz at its base.

"Suck me all the way, Eva, make me come in your mouth," he whined, pumping now as if he were in her pussy.

Eva nodded. She wanted his cum in her mouth, wanted to swallow it. His cock was so smooth and so hard, so hard it felt as if it would burst its skin. And it was such a nice size for sucking. She had the whole thing in her mouth, the ripe knob just nudging into her throat, almost making her gag, but not quite.

She felt the boy quiver, felt the muscles in his legs go taut and knew he was going to come. The stuff shot into the back of her mouth, slick, pure, and sweet. She swallowed and nursed hungrily to drain the stuff from his nuts.

The boy held her head tight, his belly pressed against her face, his cock in her mouth all the way to the hair. He pumped slowly while she sucked, the remains of his thin stuff draining into her mouth.

"Oh, Eva, that was so good," he moaned. "I don't think I ever came so hard before."

Eva finally freed her mouth from his prick, leaned back on her haunches, and looked up at him. "It excited me, too, honey. So much so, that I think you should return the favor."

"Okay," Max, Jr. said.

She got the rest of her clothing off and lay on the bed, her knees up. She looked down between her tits and watched the boy get his face between her legs. She almost giggled when he clamped his mouth to her cunt; his nose looked so funny sticking through her thick bush. Her giggles turned to moans, however, as the boy ate her voraciously. She moaned softly, the thrills racing through her cunt almost making her sob, and she congratualted herself on finding that a young boy could be so good. A man didn't want to eat a girl right after he got sucked off, he had to wait until he was turned on again-but that was when she wanted it most, and this wonderful boy didn't hesitate a minute, he just dived in ... and God, he was really getting good at it!

She hunched hard against his face and started coming. It was a sharp, thrilling come, and she subsided quickly, but let the boy continue sucking until it was almost too much and she had to push his face away.

They spent the rest of the day playing games, seeing who could get turned on the most times, Eva won, Max, Jr. eating her when he couldn't get it up. She left before Max, Sr. got home. She couldn't stand the thought of the fat slob touching her after she had fucked his delightful young son.

The next afternoon Nettie came home with her new baby.

Eva continued to see Max, Jr. two or three times a week, either meeting him in her car or having him come to her house after school. She even told him that he could use her house if he had a chance to fuck any of his little schoolmates. She thought it would be a thrill to watch him fuck a little girl his own age.

Nettie confided in her a couple of months later how much the boy had changed. He just talked all the time and had taken a renewed interest in school and sports. He was a different boy. A miracle, it was a miracle.