Chapter 7
Mrs. Linda K-, 38 yrs., brunette. Divorced, remarried. 5'9". 130 lbs.
Maybe you've heard that old saw about a woman just coming into her prime when she's thirty or thereabouts? I believe it because that's certainly the way it happened with me, at least in the sexual sense. When I was growing up, and even into college, I could take it or leave it. I let a few boys make out with me, more because I go tired of saying "No" all the time than because I really wanted them, and perhaps as a result of that so-so attitude I didn't really get much pleasure from it. I never saw much to sexuality until I met George, whom I later married, at the age of twenty-three.
In the year that we knew each other before proceeding with the marriage I learned to love every aspect of sexuality. George had this ability to arouse me so completely, to make me crave his flesh with the most compelling intensity, and he delighted in pushing me over that peak and basking in the excitement of my climaxes; I discovered, with him, that I could easily achieve multiple orgasms. I don't think I ever made love with George but what I came at least three or four times, sometimes much more than that. He could bring me off with his finger, with his mouth, as easily as with his cock and I reveled in the ecstasy of it all.
But then, after we'd been married about six years, he began to grow cold. I've learned from some reading in psychology and marriage counseling that this is fairly common among married couples, this diminution of sexual interest after a time, but that knowledge didn't do anything to lessen my appetite. It was almost as though George had built a slow, very small fire between my thighs and it gradually became an inferno which he could do nothing to quench. In fact, he even lost virtually all interest in trying to quench that flame he'd built! The last two years of our marriage, before the divorce became final, were a total washout for us he never slept with me and was very seldom at home. I found my sex outlets elsewhere and eventually he became incensed with my inability to hide my unfaithfulness. He left me and instituted divorce proceedings.
I didn't care; I'd already met Frank when the lawyers got hold of it and Frank didn't care. His wife had died three years before and he was terribly lonely for a woman's companionship, as well as for a steady, reliable lover. He had a son, Jerry, and I was rather taken with the idea of playing a mother. Jerry was twelve when Frank and I married four years ago; Frank was then forty-five. Unfortunately for me, I'd mistaken Frank's impetuosity and ardent lovemaking. I had thought that this would go on forever, or at least until I reached the menopause, but within a year after we were married he began suffering from impotence. There was simply nothing I could do to get him stiff enough to go into my cunt. He offered to suck me off, at first, so that I could get the come I desperately wanted so much, but after a few months he didn't even have the interest to do that. I was left with nothing except my fingers, which have never been satisfactory, not after I'd learned to love the feel of a gigantic cock digging deep into my cunt and pumping out massive jolts of hot, sticky, soothing sperm!
I didn't begin considering Jerry, my step-son as a sexual object until well after a year of the marriage. By that time Frank's ability to please me had just about disappeared altogether. I didn't like to insist that he make love to me, even with his mouth, because that seemed to make even more explicit the disparity between our sex drives. I didn't want to embarrass him and I also didn't want to go off on another binge of sleeping with any man who looked inviting, as I had with George, my first husband. You see, Frank is very well off and, to be quite frank, I knew I had a good thing and I didn't want to upset the applecart. Besides all those mundane, worldly considerations, I also genuinely liked him as a person and a friend, so I tried to control my impulses.
But one morning, when I went in to make up Jerry's bed, I discovered a big puddle of sperm on his sheet. I knew enough to know that he'd had a wet dream during the night and the idea was fantastically exciting to me. The semen was still damp this was just after he'd left for school, you understand and I couldn't resist the impulse to touch the damp spot. Immediately my pussy began pounding hotly as I felt of the yellowish splotch and thought about how it had come to be there. I'd never seen Jerry's cock, though the bulge in front of his tight-fitting jeans suggested that he was like his father very well equipped in the cock area and I visualized a huge prick, erect and throbbing with life, spitting out an endless stream of scalding come.
The conception was extremely exciting and I found myself stripping off my housecoat and nightgown. When I was naked I positively lay down and rubbed myself in the stuff! Yes, I rubbed my breasts in his come; I even tried to get my pussy down over it! I tore the sheet off the bed and stuffed it into my cunt the wet part, I mean, not the whole sheet! and rubbed it all over my clitoris and pussy. I admit it, I was drunk with sex and desire! It had been ever so long since Frank had fucked me or sucked me, and even longer since I had tasted come or seen a man shoot off, with Jerry's wet sheet simply destroyed me emotionally. I fucked myself with the sheet and had a surprisingly good climax out of it, considering that I was doing it all to myself.
Then I changed his bed, four days ahead of the regular changing time, and went on about my business. Several times during the day, however, I stopped whatever I was doing and thought about that wet sheet and the joy he must have felt when he woke up and found that his cock was spurting out a thick stream of warm, wet come. The idea was so exciting to me that I tried several more times to masturbate but I never got nearly so good a climax as when I'd fucked myself with his sheet.
"I changed your bed this morning," I said when he came in from school.
"Yes, I imagine it was a little messy," he said, looking me straight in the eye and never blinking. "Sorry about that!"
That was Jerry's way. I suspect that he wasn't awfully happy with his father's choice for a new wife. I'm very different from Jerry's mother, I gather. Frank never mentions her but from what I've heard and felt, she seemed to be a very quiet, mousy type who always bent over backward to be self-effacing. Definitely not my type of woman! At any rate Jerry had always been scrupulously polite to me but nothing more. But even though he always kept up the formality of politeness I could sense a vague hostility lurking beneath the surface sometimes it came out in little phrases which could be interpreted either way.
"Don't worry about it; it's only natural for a young man of your age to do things like that," I told him, deciding that I could play that game as well as he could. "But soon you'll mature a little more and discover more pleasing techniques!"
I'd turned it around on him and now I was making him think that I believed he'd been masturbating in bed rather than having a wet dream.
"No, it wasn't like that at all!" he said, turning a little red. "I woke up this morning and ... well, it was happening, that's all!"
"Oh, I see," I said, pretending to change my mind. "Well, I hope that she was beautiful!"
"She?"
"The girl in the dream!"
"Oh, I see what you mean," he said, still shamefaced and red.
"Er, what were you doing?" I asked, deciding to carry it a little further; I'm afraid that I rather enjoyed embarrassing him after all the little, subtle barbs he'd planted in my skin since I'd married Frank.
"The same thing I'd like to do with you!" he blurted out, turning upon me and almost shouting the words. "I was making her suck my dick! When I woke up it was so real that for a minute I thought I was shooting come into your mouth!"
That really set me back. I honestly hadn't been expecting anything like that from him. Sure, I'd now thought of him as having a cock and a pair of balls but honest, I only intended to tease him a little to get back at him for all those snotty things he'd said to me earlier.
"What are you talking about?" I exclaimed, moving back in surprise. "I'm married to your father, Jerry! You can't want to do things like that with me!"
"Why not?" he asked, stubbornly holding to his position. "I'm big enough to get a stiff cock and to be able to shoot come! And you like it too! Don't think I haven't heard you and Dad fucking and sucking each other till all hours of the night! Why shouldn't I have some of it too?"
He went on saying a lot more stuff like that, all rather frantic and confused in a youthful way but I didn't pay much attention to him. The idea of getting fucked by my own stepson, almost twenty-five years younger than I was, struck me as slightly ridiculous at first. But then it didn't seem quite so funny after a time. I looked up and he was really in a state.
"Do you think I couldn't do it?" he asked, getting madder every moment. "Here, I'll show you my cock you can see for yourself that it's big enough to do the job!"
Honest, that kid opened up his trousers right there in the living room and hauled out his prick! When I saw the dimensions of the cunt-stuffer he had on him I gulped and blinked it was truly immense, easily as big as any I'd ever seen before in my life! It was halfway hard and as he held it in his hands it began swelling and growing with lusty life. My God, standing there and watching that monstrous tool get hard was easily as exciting as anything I'd ever seen before! My mouth went dry, my nipples began to ache and throb and my pussy began warming up faster than it had ever done before. I was lost from the very minute I laid eyes on his prick; once I'd seen it, once I'd measured it with my eyes, I couldn't have kept away from it for anything.
"All right," I muttered, almost croaking, my voice was so hoarse. "All right, Jerry, it's a terrible thing to deceive your father like this but I can't help myself! I can't do without that cock of yours!"
I began undressing as fast as I could and he kept pace with me. Once I'd stripped bare I just fell back onto the floor, never giving a thought to whether Frank might come in early from the office or anything. All I could think about was getting that massive prick into my cunt. I held the lips of my pussy open and urged him to get on and drive it home.
"Come on, Jerry, I've got it open for you!" I murmured, licking my lips with anticipation. "Oohh, God, even my fingers feel good! I haven't had a good fuck in so long! Hurry, Jerry, hurry up and give me your cock! I'm dying to fuck; I'm so wet and hot I can't stand it any longer!"
He stretched out over me and I took his prick in one hand so I could guide it into place. It fitted neatly into the mouth of my cunt and I let out a loud groan as I felt his meat spread the rim, opening it wider than it had been opened in I don't remember how long. He was larger than his father, larger than my first husband, George, as large as any man I ever had. And he was hot too!
"Oohh, Jerry, you're like a hot poker!" I moaned, wrapping my arms and legs around him and thrusting upward with my butt. "Your cock's burning a hole in my cunt! Oohh, it feels so good! Drive it in all the way! All the fucking way!"
"Arrgghh!" he groaned, finding his way inside me and almost tearing my cunt out with the strength of his thrust. "Unngghh!"
"Screw me! Fuck me!" I whimpered, working my rump as fast as I could and trying to make the mouth of my cunt nip at his cock as it slithered in and out. "Ann, Jerry, your cock's making my cunt sing! Do it to me, do it to me!"
I don't think anyone has ever fucked me as hard as that kid did the first time he got his big prick between the lips of my pussy. He was like a wild man, working it in and out in great, swooping strokes that sent the head of his cock nudging up into my very womb! I couldn't have taken another inch of dick, I swear it; he filled me so full there were times when it seemed I wouldn't even be able to draw a breath.
"Ooohh, I'm coming!" he gasped, banging the tool home and holding himself tight against me as he quivered from head to foot. "OOOHH! My balls are coming apart!"
"Shoot! Cream!" I urged him, still rubbing back and forth and trying to make my cunt do even more exciting things to his cock. "Oh, shoot me full of come, Jerry! I love to feel that hot stuff in my cunt!"
I might have thought I was coming before but when I felt him begin squirting those huge jets of scalding hot come up my cunt I simply went out of my mind with delight. Again and again his cock pumped and every time it felt as though he would tear my cunt apart with the violence of his discharges. Never, not once, had I ever so totally felt and experienced a man's climax, not even when I've sucked a dick to a climax. I felt as though I'd become a gigantic cunt, every inch of me full of the biggest cock on earth, and with every pulsating spasm of his dick I shuddered all over with delight. It was simply incredible.
"Ooohh, Jerry, I never made it like that in all my life!" I gasped when finally I'd quieted down and I could speak again.
"So that's what fucking is like!" he murmured, looking down at me with surprise all over his face. "No wonder people go ape about it!"
"What? You mean you've never done it before?" I asked unable to believe that this was his first time. "You've got to be putting me on!"
"No, I've thought a lot about it and twice I've almost gotten there with girls," he said. "But I've never been able to talk one into going all the way with me."
"I'm not surprised, not if they're rather inexperienced girls," I told him as I rubbed my hands up and down his back. "As big as that cock of yours is, they're probably afraid it will tear their little pussies apart!"
"They've mentioned that," he admitted. "A couple of girls I know like to jerk me off but so far none of them has let me put it in them."
"They'll learn," I promised. "They'll learn that their little pussies can stretch and that it's nice to have a very well-hung man like you filling them so full they can't take any more! Then you ll have more girl friends than you know what to do with!"
We lay together for a while longer, talking about sex and things like that. Neither of us mentioned his father; I guess we were both a little ashamed of what we'd done because of Frank. Just about all of Jerry's latent hostility to me had disappeared; I wouldn't be surprised if we hadn't fucked it all out! Finally we decided that we'd better get up before Frank got back. We had a little over half an hour before the time he usually got in from the office but I felt that we ought to allow ourselves a little leeway, just in case. When he got off me, though, I made him kneel beside me and put his cock in such a way that I could kiss it.
"I've always liked to kiss a prick that's made me feel so good," I said as I prepared to go down on him. "And besides, they taste so much better this way! All hot and juicy, so tasty and good!"
He was really surprised that I wanted to suck him when he was so wet and drippy. I just love the taste of a man's come, though, and now his sperm with mixed with the musky pussy juice so it just tasted better than ever. I really got excited, running my lips and tongue over his cock which was still as hard as it could be and before I knew it I wasn't just kissing him, I was really sucking him!
"If you go on like this I'm liable to come again!" he said, trying to pull his cock away from me. "Be careful!"
"Let it come!" I gasped as his dick slid out of my mouth. "You said you dreamed about this, didn't you? Well, now I'll make it real! Come on, Jerry, give it back to me! I'll suck your balls dry!"
He really didn't know what to do. He was hot and horny, to be sure, and he'd heard about girls giving blow jobs to guys, but I don't think he'd really believed that such things happened, not in real life. I convinced him otherwise in a hurry! The taste of his cock alone was enough to turn me on full blast but then there was the size of the thing too I could only get the head and maybe an inch of the shaft into my mouth, he was so large. I wrapped my hand around the long part and started fist-fucking him at the same time and then I reached up with my other hand to stroke his big balls. He could tell that I really loved doing this and that made him a lot more excited too.
"Ahh! It's so fucking good!" he moaned, reaching down to hold my head as the pressure mounted in his loins. "Ooohh, I can't hold it much longer! You're sucking my prick off!"
"Mmmmmm! Gllbb!" I groaned, working my tongue even faster and jacking him off as fast as I could to let him know that I wanted him to shoot off and fill my mouth with his come.
"Agghh!" He groaned, stiffening up when he felt his balls begin to quiver in that special way that tells a man he's about to cream. "Oohh!"
When the come started shooting out into my mouth I just dissolved! Lord, it was fantastically exciting, feeling his big tool swell up and spurt out that hot, thick cream! He came almost as much as when he'd been fucking me, I believe, and almost as strongly too. I just sucked and swallowed until I was sure there couldn't be any more of that delicious come but still it rolled out of his cock. My pussy was going wild, throbbing and tingling with orgiastic feeling, and I came all over myself. My nipples were humming with energy and I didn't feel anything but this wonderful sensation you feel when you know you've really excited your lover to the utmost. I drained his balls, taking every drop of his masculine honey, and then I fell back, limp and exhausted.
"My God!" he exclaimed. "It's even better than it was in the dream! I never thought it could be done!"
"It can be done," I sighed. "And I just love doing it! Oh, Jerry, sucking you was the most wonderful thing I've had in ages!"
That settled it. Once he'd fucked me so well and I'd returned the favor with a first class blow job we couldn't have stayed away from each other, regardless of the danger. I managed to get myself put back together and presentable before Frank got home. Instead of being listless and tired, as you would expect after two tremendous climaxes like the ones I'd had with Jerry, I seemed to be invigorated and I amazed Frank with my energy and enthusiasm. If anything, being fucked by his son had made me feel even kinder and more loving toward him. I'm just as glad, however, that my attitude didn't result in his wanting to make love to me I'd have been hard put to have explained why my pussy had such a spermy taste if he's tried anything like that!
I noticed a very different attitude in Jerry, however. We were much more relaxed with each other, much more at ease and almost something like friends. Maybe it's harder to hold a grudge against someone when you've fucked and sucked the way Jerry and I had done. Anyway, we got along much better after that first time together.
"We aren't going to let it end with that, are we?" he asked me later that evening when we had a moment alone.
"Not if you don't want it to," I said. "I don't like deceiving your father but I just can't help myself. If you want me, I won't be able to say no to you, I'm afraid!"
Jerry's school had a holiday the following week a holiday for a teacher's meeting, I believe and that gave us the opportunity we'd both been waiting for. He didn't have to say anything to me. I knew from the look on his face when he mentioned the holiday that we'd have the whole day together and that we'd spend it doing all those exciting things together. The night before the holiday I was so excited I couldn't bear to sit still. Even Frank noticed my nervousness but I explained it away for him. Jerry knew, of course, and when he saw how much I was looking forward to the day with him he became excited too. I could see the tremendous bulge in his trousers where his hard prick lay hidden. The sight of all that wonderful cock, so near and yet so inaccessible, made me want it all the more.
He left the living room, where we were reading and watching TV, and said that he thought he'd go to bed early. He didn't fool me. he was going to his room so he could jack off. He'd already told me that he did it to himself every day and that he always remembered the way I'd sucked his cock while he was doing it. That really frustrated me, knowing that he was in his room, playing with his big, hard prick and shooting out a thick stream of come which I wasn't able to get. We'd fucked several times, between that first time and the holiday, but always very short, quick ones where we hand't had the freedom and leisure to let go and enjoy ourselves to the fullest.
Jerry stayed in his room the next morning while I fixed his father's breakfast and saw him off to work. I could barely stand it, moving around the kitchen and feeling the tops of my thighs rubbing against the inflamed lips of my pussy, but I managed to get Frank off without incident. As soon as his car left the driveway I hurried down to Jerry's room but he met me in the hallway outside. He was naked, of course, and his prick was at attention. I stopped point-blank, awed by the tremendous size of his tool, and admired it for a moment.
"Do ... do you want some breakfast?" I whispered, licking my lips and devouring him with my eyes.
"The only thing I want to eat this morning is that pussy of yours!" he said. "My breakfast is right there between your legs!"
"Hey, are you serious?" I asked, feeling a thrill of anticipation run over my body when he said that. "Are you really up for eating pussy?"
"Just lift up your gown and feed it to me," he said, sitting down on the floor and looking up at me. "Come on, get over me and let me try it I've been wanting to try a little muff diving!"
"It's better if we do it to each other at the same time," I muttered as I threw off my robe and pulled off the gown. "You know, do it in the sixty-nine style!"
"If we were to do each other at the same time I'd get too turned on about you sucking me and I wouldn't do anything to you," he told me. "Let me have a mouthful of pussy and then we'll fuck. Maybe after that we can try the sixty-nine stuff.
I've been wondering what your pussy would taste like after I've fucked it and shot off in it!"
"You just might find out this morning," I told him as I moved over him. "Maybe we'll both turn into a couple of French artists!"
You wouldn't expect a real young kid like Jerry, so inexperienced and all, to have had the patient, thoughtful approach to pussy licking but he did. He ran his lips over the insides of my thighs, working gradually toward where they joined together, and I couldn't resist urging him to get to work on my pussy. He wouldn't do it, though, and I began fingering myself, partly because I desperately wanted to do it and partly because I thought if might turn him on more if he saw me doing it. He dug it, all right, but he took his sweet time in getting down to cases. By the time he ran his tongue over the lips of my pussy for the first time I was already about to cream and the touch of his tongue was all I needed to make it over the top.
"Ooohh, Jerry, I can't keep from coming!" I moaned, trembling all over and rubbing my slit against his mouth with a little extra force. "Tongue me, hurry! Get your tongue up my cunt and fuck me! Agghh! OOOhh!"
As soon as he sensed that I was starting to make it he really shot the tongue to me. It felt almost as big as his cock, that first time he jabbed it into my hole, and I just fell apart it was so damned good. I let out a shriek of animal joy and then my pussy and cunt and womb began melting, the spasms were so hard.
"Aiiee! Eat me, eat my cunt!" I cried out, spreading my legs really wide apart and humping his face as fast as I could. "Oohh, you're making me come all over! It's so good! Ummm!"
He lapped me really well, considering that he'd never gone down on a girl before. By the time I'd finished creaming there was pussy juice all over his mouth. I could hardly stand, my legs were so weak and trembling, but I managed to get him as we stood beside his bed; that taste of my pussy on his lips and tongue was just fantastically exciting to me and I could feel myself getting turned on again. I could also feel his big, hard, hot cock pressing against my belly and that just made me hornier than ever.
"I'm getting ready again," I whispered, taking my mouth away from his and looking into his eyes. "You're making me want to fuck again! I'm getting hungry for cock and you've got the biggest one I've ever seen!"
"I'm ready too," he said. "I laid awake till all hours last night, thinking about being with you this morning. And when I woke up this morning it was as hard as it is right now!"
"I hated the thought of your jacking off last night," I said, rubbing against him and enjoying the feel of his cock. "Wasting all that delicious come, shooting it out into nothing!"
"I didn't do it," he told me, grinning with pride. "I wanted to, oh how I wanted to do it! But I decided that I'd rather save it and shoot it up your cunt this morning!"
That really made me feel good, knowing that he'd had such an exciting idea. It inspired me to do something special for him and I mentioned something that had been playing around in the back of my mind.
"Suppose I do it to you in a special way?" I murmured. "One that would let you see your own cock going into my pussy? Some me really like that a lot, I understand. Maybe it would make it extra good for you!"
"Hey, that's out of sight!" he whispered. "How can we do it, huh? I'd really like to see that!"
I made him lie on his back. Then I got over him, squatting directly over his prick so that he had an excellent view of my slit. I lifted his cock up and aimed it in between the lips of my pussy, leaning back so it would go in easier and also so he could see the entrance better. His eyes grew big and round when he saw what I intended. I could tell that he was already getting really turned on and this made me all the more determined to do it to him this way.
"Ahh, I can see that you're in favor of this," I purred, alive with feeling and settling the mouth of my cunt down onto the head of his cock. "Is it a nice view, Jerry? Do you like the way it looks."
"It's the sexiest thing I've ever seen!" He exclaimed. "Your pussy is out of sight anyway and now that it's eating my dick it's even more exciting! Man, this is too much!"
"The way I'm on you makes my cunt a lot tighter," I grunted, forcing more of that divine prick up in my slit. "Did you notice? And I can make my cunt do a lot of crazy things to your cock too, see?"
I wiggled my butt from side to side and Jerry almost flipped it was so good. He shoved up with his hips, pushing another two or three inches of hard dick up my cunt, and I could feel him carving himself a new hole.
"Ooohh! God, your cunt's tearing my prick apart!" he moaned, reaching down and grabbing the sheets as the pressure mounted. "You're stripping the skin off my dick! Go on, go on! It's too much!"
That was just what I wanted to hear, naturally, and I started working myself around in wider circles. This made the head of his cock rub all over the inside of my cunt, forcing it up tight against the walls, and then I put that together with an up and down motion that brought his tool in and out at the same time. I was really getting worked up, just from looking at the joyous expressions on his face, and then I decided I'd help out a little more by fingering my clitoris.
"Yeah, do it to yourself at the same time!" he choked out. "Man, this is something else! Agghh! That's the best ever, it's just got to be the best fucking that there ever was!"
"Mmmmm, I've got to agree with you!" I panted, making my hips go faster and working my fingers over my clit even faster. "But I want all of that rod up me, Jerry, every inch of it! That's what will make me come better than ever!"
"Get it!" he wheezed, trying to ram the tool home and trembling all over as if he had a high fever. "Get it all in your cunt! I can feel my come, it's building up in my balls! Owww! It's pouring out of me! Anngghh!"
"Yeah, I feel it too!" I cried out. "Oohh, do I ever feel it now! Let it shoot, Jerry, let it shoot out and drown my cunt with come! Ummm!"
I was right down on him by this time, rubbing the lips of my pussy into the hair around the base of his cock and having myself a wonderful climax. My cunt began clutching at his tool, which it will do sometimes when I'm really having an all-out orgasm, and that just made his cock spurt out all the harder. I call it "milking a man" and when it happens I know that I'm in for a long siege of delicious joy. This time wasn't any different and I really let go with all I had.
He shot off that one time but I just kept on humping and grinding. Every wiggle of my butt made it better for me and I couldn't have stopped fucking him even if Frank himself had walked into the room. I was so turned on, so hot for coming, that I just kept on going until Jerry had himself another climax. It didn't take long; he was so young and horny that he could shoot off twice in five minutes. When I felt his cock taking off that second time I just became an animal and fucked until I couldn't sit on top of him any longer.
"Anngghh! Ugghh! Ooohh!" I groaned, shaking all over and grabbing my tits to make it even better. "Aiiee! Jerry, I can't stop coming! I'm coming all over!"
"Do it, do it!" he panted in reply. "Oohh, my cock! My balls!"
By the time my cunt had quit twitching I was as limp as an old, used-up clothesline. I couldn't do a thing but fall forward on him. It was several minutes before I could even move, I was that far gone, but then I managed to sit up a little and look down on him. He had the proudest expression on his face!
"You needn't look so proud of yourself," I told him in a playful tone. "All you did was fuck me until I nearly died!"
"Who would ever have thought that a cock and a pussy could have made such beautiful things happen?" He said. "I didn't know if I was going to live through that or not! Your cunt was acting like something alive!"
"It was alive," I told him. "By tongue-fucking me the way you did, you made sure that my cunt would be twice as sensitive when you finally got around to sticking your cock in it! A woman is always a lot more sensitive to the prick after she's been sucked. And I was sucked, there's no doubt of that!"
"And being able to look down and see that pussy of yours eating me alive, that just made it all the more exciting," he added. "You know, I really dig that!"
"Then if you're that excited about sexy scenes, maybe you'll really love what I've got in mind," I said, feeling my nipples get harder and knowing that I was getting turned on again for another big orgasm.
"What are you going to do?"
"I'm going to slip my cunt off you," I said, "and then I'll let all that sweet, hot come of yours drip out onto your belly. I'll drench your prick and balls in it and then I'll lick it off them!"
"Wow!" he exclaimed, licking his lips with pleasure at the thought. "Yeah, that's going to be something else! Come on, I'm already dying to see you do it!"
I'd never done anything like that before, not even in my wildest moments, but lying there with him was simply too sexy. All kinds of crazy ideas were floating through my head; I'd just grabbed one that was there at the moment. But as soon as I said it I thought I'd had a good idea and I began to get those tingly feelings all over, like I was getting so hot I couldn't stand it another minute. I eased up off him, slipping my cunt up to the head of his cock, and then I pulled off him. His prick fell back onto his belly with a wet "splat!" and almost immediately the love juice started gushing out of my slit.
"Hey, that stuff is gushing!" he murmured, raising his head and getting this real intent look on his face. "Oh, wow, is that ever something to see! Yeah, I can feel it dripping down onto my belly!"
I looked down and it was just like he said: there was almost a perfect stream of sperm gushing out of my slit. I tightened up the muscles of my belly and forced out another big blob of love cream. The stuff was dripping down all over his belly, his prick, his balls, just everywhere! I felt my twat begin humming and zinging with energy and I knew that it wouldn't take much to get me going again. I was determined, though, that I was going to get my fill of come for once and I didn't say anything about getting turned on.
"Mmmmm, it's hot and sweet, just the way I like it," I murmured, moving away and settling my face down over his loins. "Oohh, Jerry, this is going to be the best prick I ever ate!"
I dipped the tip of my tongue in the stuff and it went right to my brain, inflaming my senses with arousal. It was like I was getting drunk; I felt myself slipping out of control and wanting to do all sorts of weird things. When I got my lips down on him and started lapping the sperm up my pussy almost fell off, it was throbbing so hard, but I managed to keep my mind on what I was doing and not get disturbed. By the time I'd finished licking him clean, though, I was a nervous wreck I wanted to come so bad. He must have known because he started pulling me around so he could get his head between my legs.
"Hey, are you really going to eat me?" I cried out, delighted at his spirit. "Man, it's wet but it's hot it'll be the hottest pussy you'll ever get your tongue into!"
"And it'll be the cuntiest one too!" he said with a laugh. "Yeah, I'm really looking forward to this. Come on, get over me and start rubbing that pussy in my mouth! Wash my face with it!"
I didn't need to be asked twice, naturally, and I was hot to do just what he said. That little scamp didn't hesitate one bit he just reached up and started munching! Oh, man, did I ever let go with a quick come! I guess I was just on the very edge of letting go with a big one and when I felt his lips on me, well, that was the living end!
"Ahhh! Ooohh!" I groaned, writhing around and working back against his face as my cunt convulsed. "Oohh, Jerry, you're sucking me out of my mind! You're really doing it to me now! Agghh!"
"Mmmmmm!" he grunted, shoving his tongue at least a foot up my cunt.
I know, there isn't a man in the world who could put his tongue out that far, but that's the way I felt. Everything he did just made me come harder and by the end, when I'd worked it all out of my system, I was shaking all over I'd come so much and so hard. I couldn't do anything but fall over to one side of him and lie there, panting and heaving as if I'd been lifting weights or something like that.
For the rest of that morning and way on into the afternoon we kept at it, stopping only long enough to get our breath and to allow our bodies to recuperate enough so that we could go again. I don't know how many times Jerry fucked me, or how many times I came, but by the end of the afternoon we were both totally exhausted. We took a shower together but even that didn't revive us enough to want to try any more sex for a while.
Since that time Jerry and I have gotten along extremely well, as you might expect. We don't screw quite as often as during the first five or six months, after that first time, but when we do it's an all out sexual war. It's as though we liked to let our bodies build up a massive head of energy, resulting from a long period of doing without sex, and finally neither of us can contain it any longer. Frank has never suspected a thing as far as I can tell and I'm perfectly content to let the situation go on for as long as it will.
One might well ask, who seduced whom? in the preceding case history. Linda was all too obviously ready to consider a clandestine affair with her stepson. Jerry's behavior, however, suggests that he himself harbored similarly lascivious notions with reference to Linda. This should not be too surprising, since children often resent a surrogate parent, at least until a firmer, more understanding relationship has been established. The newcomer into the family in this case, Linda is replacing a treasured member, Frank's deceased wife, and naturally incurs a certain resentment from other members. Seldom, however, have we seen a son establish a relationship with his stepmother on such a basis as the one formed between Linda and Jerry.
Linda displayed no overt guilt feelings about her affair with her young stepson. There was no incest barrier, of course, since there was no blood relationship between them and this eased her way considerably. She was already accustomed to adulterous love affairs, having engaged in several such liaisons during her first marriage, and this probably made it easier for her to respond to Jerry's ardent advances.
One writer, in discussing cases of incest or semi-incest as Linda's affair with Jerry could probably be termed has pointed out that fathers faced with the task of raising a son after the wife's death is more inclined to remarry than if there were no children surviving the wife. Whatever the motivation of the new wife might be, "both she and the father were looking, or at least available, and thus possibly came to each other with little else than convenience for the foundation of their relationship. Under these conditions, the normal bonds between two people might be lacking. From this type of beginning, only a few other ingredients are needed to provoke the consummated act. Generally they are:
(1) A predisposition toward hyper-sexuality on the part of the woman (I sexual disinterest on the part of the husband would produce the same effect.)
(2) Convenience (absence of husband, etc.)
(3) Acceptable ages.
(4) Dominance or semi-dominance on the part of the woman." (James Aarren, Incest: Man's Oldest Taboo, p. 64.) All of these criteria are to be found in Linda's case history; the only missing factor is Jerry's aggressiveness and readiness to engage in illicit sex with Linda.