Chapter 1
"Arnie!"
"Arnie!"
Arnold James Williams, Jr. heard his step-mother's sweet, young voice and he dribbled the basketball harder against the blacktop driveway. He tried a sudden hook shot-pivot, shoot-into the frayed basket his Dad had hung on the garage door. The ball rolled enticingly on the rusted metal rim of the basket before it dropped through the center and bounced onto the driveway.
Arnie grinned at his success.
"Arnie! Time for supper!"
Shit! Arnie grabbed the weathered ball as it bounced and tucked it under his arm. He moved quickly off the blacktop and around the side of the house, out of sight.
At fourteen, Arnie was the best drop shot in his ninth grade class. It made him something of a hero with the boys-and the girls. And, like the other fellows in the after-game locker room, Arnie talked about his prowess with Rosie, whose premature full breasts caused all the guys to say she was "an easy lay,"-in fact, Arnie had gotten no further with Rosie than any other fellow. He'd rubbed her big tits in the woods behind the bike-rack until he felt her big, hard nipples harden against the palm of his hand and, only once, had he excited Rosie enough so she would let him run a hungry adolescent hand up her skirt and touch the mound of flesh, covered by cotton panties, at the vee of her crotch.
To hear Arnie tell it, he was a real stud. The other boys, no more experienced than he, were eager to hear his stories. So Arnie read a lot of nude-girl magazines and exercised his vivid imagination.
"Arnie, your supper's getting cold!"
Fuck it, he thought. And he bounced the basketball against the loose dirt at the side of the house.
He and his Dad had lived in this house ever since Arnie could remember. His Dad sometimes talked about missing Arnie's mother but Arnie only knew his mother from a yellow, faded picture and he honestly didn't miss her at all.
Mrs. Rogers, down the street, came twice a week to clean up after them and Arnie thought life with his Dad was just fine. He didn't have to be home at any particular time and he could go down to the drugstore and hang out all night, reading the comic books and paging through the paperbacks and drinking lemon cokes. His Dad usually worked late and he figured Arnie could take care of himself.
Life was terrific for Arnie Williams until two weeks ago when his Dad came home with a foot-wide grin on his face and that beautiful young woman on his arm.
"Arnie," he could hear his Dad's voice plain as day, "Meet your new step-mother."
Shit!
Oh, Arnie could appreciate the full-breasted, broad-hipped young woman's body and he found himself staring constantly at her "jugs," as he called them. He was quick to report to the guys in the locker room that his new step-mother didn't wear a bra and "Shit, man, has she got a pair of knockers! I can even see her nipples through her shirt." Every guy on the team wanted to come home after school with Arnie to take a look and giggle afterwards in Arnie's room while they stroked their eager and feverish young cocks to a fierce stand and jerked off until they shot their wads into a handful of Kleenex.
Arnie liked to watch her walking through the house, dusting, vacumming, swaying her wide hips, her full buttocks moving up and down inside her tight stretch slacks. Sometimes when she reached up high, to get something on a shelf, Arnie could see the slit of her plump cunt clearly out-lined in her slacks and he wondered what it looked like without the fabric covering it. He wondered if it was shaved and shiny like some of the pictures he had seen in drugstore magazines-or if it was bushy and tangled with a mat of hair like the picture postcards his buddy Frank Adams carried in his wallet.
Arnie knew that his Dad's new wife was trying hard to impress him. "Call me Marcia," she told him right off, "I know I can't expect to take your mother's place." And she had a sandwich waiting for him every day after school and his dresser drawers were filled these days with clean shirts and underwear. But, shit, man, Arnie didn't like having to report home after school or be back at a certain time for dinner. He didn't like having to tell anybody where he was going after dark and having anybody sit up and worry about his whereabouts.
"Arnie!"
It was clear she wasn't going to give up. He knew he had to deal with her, one way or another, because his Dad left the night before for a week-long conference in Chicago and Arnie was stuck with his new and beautiful young stepmother for seven long days. Alone. He sighed and pitched the basketball onto the grass beside the garage.
She was standing on the porch, calling. He could see her as he approached, her full hips and slender legs tightly encased and clearly out-lined in green slacks. A bare expanse of well-tanned midriff filled the space above the waistband of her slacks until a skimpy halter began, trying unsuccessfully to contain the ripe, full melons of her breasts. He could see the valley between the two big knockers, dark and deep, as she stood on the back porch, looking for him. She said that she was thirty-five, the same age as his Dad but as she stood barefoot on the back porch, she looked to Arnie to be about the same age as the college girls he saw riding their bikes past the house to their classes at the City College. He liked to watch their asses, young, firm, tightly encased in cut-off jeans, their long, slender legs pumping in a circular motion on the bike pedals. He always tried to see, as their legs moved around, up under the edge of their shorts. Arnie had never seen an honest-to-God snatch, only pictures, and he hadn't learned much from the one time that Rosie let him grab the plump vee of her crotch, encased in panties, in the woods behind the bike-rack.
He almost saw a real cunt the first week that his stepmother lived with them. He could hear the noise coming from his Dad's room every night, the loud moans and low, sensual groans and although he tried like hell to peek through the keyhole, he never saw a thing except a glimpse of Marcia's naked leg. He sat outside their bedroom door every night, listening to the movement of the bedsprings and the animal sounds that seemed to come from deep inside their throats.
"Oh, yeah, baby," he heard his Dad groaning. "Yeah, take it, honey, all the way. Let me push my big cock in you up to the balls! I'm fucking you, baby, I'm fucking you with my big, hot cock."
His Dad's voice made Arnie horny and he took his own stiff prick in his hand and rubbed it, stroking the sensitive underside with his callused, anxious fingers, moving faster and faster in rhythm with the bedsprings, moving his fast fist up and down his throbbing cock in the same fast motions that his Dad plunged in and out the sopping, gaping cunt of his new wife.
What Arnie would give to get a gander at Marcia's big snatch!
"Come on, Arnie," her voice was still calling, "come get your supper, while it's hot."
Reluctantly, Arnie shuffled across the grass and onto the walkway that led to the back door.
"It's about time," his new stepmother chastised him, "I've been calling you for a half an hour."
Arnie tried to "accidentally" rub against her full breasts as he passed her on the wooden steps. He felt the fullness, the softness against his shoulder. "Yeah, well," he said casually, "I was practicing. Got to keep in shape, you know. Even though it's out of season."
She smiled warmly at him and followed him into the kitchen. "I don't know a thing about basketball," she said and bent over to take Arnie's dinner from the stove. He could see the outline of her ass clearly through her slacks, the sharp lines that defined the roundness of her buttocks. He wanted to reach out and grab a handful but he thought he better not. He could feel his prick hardening inside his blue jeans. She pushed the plate in front of him. Hot dogs and sauerkraut. It was his favorite and he poised his fork above it and dug into the hot food eagerly.
Marcia sat beside him, her perfume filled his nostrils and the warmth of her skin seemed to radiate across the space between them. Arnie shifted in his chair, trying to hide his excited prick.
"Maybe you'll teach me about basketball," Marcia smiled and ran a long-fingered hand through Arnie's short haircut, ruffling it, combing it with her fingers. "I want you to like me, Arnie."
Arnie stuffed another mouthful in his face.
"Oh," he shrugged and shifted his weight again, feeling his rod hardening against his thigh, "You're okay."
Marcia laughed and stood up, her bare midriff right at his eye level. "Gee," she said, "thanks a lot."
She put her arms around him from behind the chair and he felt his whole head engulfed in her big tits as she hugged him, the hot, soft flesh pressing against his ears. His cock rose harder, stiffer in his pants.
He was aching to take his prick out in his hand, to release it from the confines of his rough, tight jeans, to show it to her, stiff and pulsing, and say, "That's what you do to me." But what if she chastised him, slapped him, humiliated him? What if she stormed out of the kitchen, furious, threatening to tell his father that he was a sex fiend? Arnie shuddered at the idea.
When he had finished with his supper, he rinsed his dishes and dutifully put them in the sink. He shifted his rigid cock to a more comfortable position and started up the stairs to his own room where he could take his cock and rub it with his fist, feeling it hot and throbbing against the palm of his hand, watching it gorge with excitement as he stroked, the blue veins pressing frantically against the confines of his skin as though they might burst with the fury of his passion.
Arnie's face was flushed with anticipation as he mounted the stairs but halfway up, he heard Marcia's voice.
"Why don't you come in my room, Arnie, and watch some TV with me? We ought to get to know each other."
Her room? It was his Dad's room, Arnie thought furiously and called back down to her.
"I got some homework to do, thanks."
"Well," she said pleasantly and looked at him climbing the stairs, "if you change your mind...."
Looking down, Arnie could see the deep, dark valley between her full breasts and the outline of her navel and belly through her slacks. His cock stirred in his jeans.
"Yeah," he said and ran up the rest of the stairs, into his room, slamming the door behind him.
He took his cock out right away, letting it bob stiffly from the fly of his pants. He snapped the lock on his door and lifted his hard, tight balls from his pants, massaging and squeezing them as he lay back on the bed. With his other hand, he took his rigid, hot prick in his hand and stroked it with familiarity.
He heard Marcia locking up downstairs and mounting the wooden staircase, tread by tread. He heard her light footsteps on the carpeted hall, passing his room, opening the door to his Dad's bedroom. Through the wall, he heard the faint sound of the TV warming up and the creak of the springs as her body weight sat on it.
He stroked slowly, wanting it to last.
In the master bedroom, Marcia lay back on the down-filled mattress and wondered if the boy liked her. It was up to her, she reasoned, to make him care about her, to welcome her into their home. He was so aloof, this fourteen-year-old boy, and seemed in many ways, mature beyond his age. She didn't expect him to regard her as a mother, but, after all, she was the woman of the house now and she did expect him to respect her. How many times had she called him to dinner this very evening before he deigned to answer her!
She wished that Arnold, Senior, the boy's father, were sitting next to her. He would sit naked on the bed beside her as he had every one of the fourteen nights she had been married to him. He'd stare straight ahead at TV while she snuggled next to him, running her slender, long fingers down his hairy thigh, tracing the deep line of his groin and tickling the thick, black bush of hair at his crotch, until his eight inch prick began to stiffen, rising from its soft nest between his legs. She'd take the pulsing end of it inside her mouth and tongue it until it was fully stiff and rigid. She longed to have him push his full eight inches deep into her throat and feel his big, hairy balls against her chin, but Arnold, Senior, always pulled his cock from her hot mouth and mounted her in the traditional missionary fashion, his knees between her legs. He thrust his hot prick into her hungry, steaming cunt until he exploded deep inside her. Then he would roll off, his withered prick soaked in her juices and fall asleep.
Sometimes when he began to snore lightly, she slipped her own eager finger in between her legs and ran it down the slippery slit, wetting it with her own cunt-juice and the remains of his thick sperm, until she could slip it easily inside her hole, massaging the entrance. Then she'd move her finger upward and find her red, hard clitoris and rub it steadily between her fingers until she felt the nipples on her big breasts harden into steel buttons and her cunt walls shake and throb with the convulsions of orgasm. She felt herself doing it now-her fingers slipping under the waistband of her stretch slacks, probing downwards until they found the wet and tangled mass of hair that surrounded her hungry cunt. She fingered her clit until it was hard and with her other hand, manipulated the rigid nipple of her breast, pulling it, twisting it until she writhed on the bed. She moved her finger faster, feeling the heat of her steaming crotch surround her hand, the thick fluids of her cunt soak her fingers....
She pulled her hand out of her throbbing cunt quickly when she heard footsteps outside the bedroom door. She wiped the glistening juices onto the sheet and straightened her halter before she said, "Come in."
Arnie had pushed his thick, stiff prick back inside his jeans. He felt guilty that he had been so disinterested in sharing an evening with his new stepmother and his prick wasn't responding to his hand, anyway. He kept thinking about his stepmother's ripe, full breasts, the vee at her crotch, out-lined in her pants.
"Finished your homework?"
Arnie nodded. "Yeah. Can I sit on the bed with you?"
His new stepmother smiled and moved over, patting the pillow beside her. She smelled the young boy odor of his body as he sat cross-legged on the mattress, a pungent, locker-room smell. She could see his young cock out-lined clearly through the worn cloth of his blue jeans and she could see that it was rigid. She wondered if all young boys walked around with a hard-on and tried to prevent herself from reaching over to touch the rigid bulge.
There was something wild and uncontrolled about this boy, unlike his father. Arnold, Senior, was the most typical conservative businessman Marcia had ever met. That's why she married him. She knew that he would be loyal and their marriage would be secure, unlike her many flings with customers and pilots on the airlines, the ten long, unmarried years, she had spent as stewardess on a Trans-Atlantic Airline. She had learned a lot from her affairs, a lot of ways to gain physical satisfaction, a myriad of positions and situations, but she had also learned that she wasn't getting any younger and she'd better find a man to marry while she could. Arnold, Senior, was a frequent passenger on her London flights and it took her no time to seduce him into marriage. She was disappointed that he was so conventional, so unimaginative in bed and she didn't relish spending her life in perpetual masturbation because she had a husband who couldn't make her come.
She liked the smell of Arnie, Junior's, young body. It was ripe for plucking. She wondered if the fourteen-year-old had ever fucked a girl. She knew that boys jerked off and sometimes, jerked each other off, but she knew, also, it wasn't the same thing as plunging a virgin boy's cock into a cunt. She liked the thought of virgin cock and she stared consistently at Arnie's rigid bulge in his jeans. She wondered how big a fourteen-year-old was and how many times a kid that age could come.
Once a night was more than enough for Arnie's father but Marcia felt there was a wildness, a uncontrollable lust for life in the son-and that could be very interesting for the right woman.
She knew that he was staring down the valley between her breasts, his eyes glued, hoping that the halter would fall enough to reveal a big, full nipple. She shifted slightly to aid the halter in falling open and smiled to herself as the bulge in Arnie's jeans got larger. His eyes were popping, staring at her rigid pink nipple, now in view.
She heard him swallow hard and saw his Adam's apple bob frantically in his throat. She envisioned his slender, stiff prick down her own throat, his young balls slapping against her chin, the smell of his hot musk surrounding her nostrils. She lay back on the bed and spread her legs, far enough to strain the fabric of her pants and reveal in vivid detail, the mound of flesh, the slit of her hot cunt beneath her pants. She thought the boy's prick was going to split the material of his jeans and leap out, so violently was it growing and throbbing.
At last she could stand it no longer and she reached for his cock, rubbing it and squeezing it through the fabric of his pants.
Arnie gasped. He almost shot his wad immediately. He couldn't believe that his father's beautiful new wife had wrapped her fingers tight around his rigid cock. He felt her fingers unzipping his fly, lifting his hard cock and balls from his pants, stroking the sensitive underside of his shaft.
When her warm, open mouth reached down between his legs and caught his prick inside her mouth, he couldn't wait and his boiling juices exploded in her mouth. He came, shouting, "AAHHH, AAAIIIEEE, OH, OHHHH!" When his prick went limp, she spat it out and laughed. Arnie could see his own bubbling semen around her lips.
"That was fast," she smiled at him. "You need some lessons."
She bared one ripe, full breast from her halter and offered it to Arnie's eager, hot, young mouth. He sucked the puckered nipple until it was rigid in his mouth.
"Easy," she said softly, "take it easy. Suck and lick it with your tongue."
He held the nipple inside his mouth and moved his tongue against the rigid button. He heard her moan and felt her moving on the bed. He looked down to see her pulling off her slacks, wiggling her big hips free.
Still sucking her big tit, Arnie stared at his first cunt. It was plump, a mound of flesh between her thighs, covered with a shaggy moss-like hair that spun in tight curls against her thighs. The hairs glistened with wetness and he could see her slit, almost bright red with excitement, slimy and throbbing, pouting from the bush of hair.
His hand just automatically reached for it like a kid at a counter full of Christmas toys. She smiled as she watched his eager fingers touch her pussy hair with wonder, stroking the warm, damp hair, daring to touch the wet, hot tissue of her cunt as it peeked out at him.
"Your first pussy?"
He hated like hell to admit that it was but he didn't want to end up doing something dumb, either. He nodded.
His father's wife laughed, her big bosom shaking his head as he continued to grasp her erect nipple in his mouth.
"Well, it won't break!"
She covered his hand with her own and pressed it deep into the steaming flesh of her snatch. Arnie felt the heat and slipperiness as his fingers plunged into the steaming forge.
She spread her legs farther and let loose of his hand, letting his fingers wander and explore the magic area.
Arnie could feel her cunt the whole length of his hand, its heat surrounding his fingers, slipping and sliding in the slimy, hot juice.
He rubbed his hand up and down, furiously, feeling for the deep, dark hole he knew had to be there. At last, she took her fingers and covered his hand again, pressing his middle finger into a bottomless cavern, a pitch-black steaming hole that pulsed and throbbed against his finger as it slid inside.
So this was where your cock goes! Arnie probed deeply with his hot hand, feeling the wet, hot satin flesh surround him, pumping at his fingers. Marcia took his hand and moved it upward, finding her rigid clitoris with the boy's fingers and moving them on its hard, slippery surface in a rotating motion as a low moan came from deep inside her throat.
Arnie's cock was rising again, growing longer, harder as his hand explored the magic kingdom of her big, hot cunt. He wanted to climb on top of her, to find that hot hole with his throbbing little prick, to plunge it deep inside the satin lining and feel those throbbing muscles pumping at his rampant cock, but he hesitated to be so bold. He didn't know for sure what he was doing and he didn't want to appear dumb.
He continued to suck and lick his Dad's wife's big nipple and wriggled to keep his stiff prick from being too obvious.
Marcia, of course, saw his predicament right away and reached with eager fingers for his hard, hot prick, pulling him toward her.
"Get here," she hissed, spreading her legs quickly, "Get between my legs."
Arnie planted his knobby knees on the bed between her legs and watched with fascination as the older woman aimed his rigid prick at the dark, deep slit. Her cunt hair glistened with her juices and its bright-red lips pouted, peeking at him with excitement.
He leaned forward, one hand on either side of the older woman, and let her hold his rampant cock and aim it toward her pulsing, gaping hole.
"OH, YEAH! OHHH YEEEAAAHHH, FUCK IT, BABY!!" she moaned as she rubbed his hot cockhead in the sopping wetness of her slit until she found the dilating, aching entrance to her cunt.
"Now," she ordered him, imbedding his prick-head in her magic cavern, "PUSH IT IN! Push it up me, shove your prick into me, Arnie, FUCK MEEEEE!"
Arnie's entire body shuddered with excitement and he slammed his cock into the boiling depth of her wet snatch, pumping up and down, the way it seemed to feel the best.
The older woman, thrashing and groaning, took hold of Arnie's hips and evened up his rhythm, working him up and down with her hands firmly on his buttocks.
He felt his young balls boiling with jism and he knew that it was going to erupt at any moment, barreling down the shaft of his virgin cock and exploding into the torrid cunt.
"Oh, oh, oh!" Arnie groaned. "AH, AH, OOOHHH!!!"
"Tell me you want to fuck me, TALK to me," the older woman demanded, "Tell me you want to fuck me with your hot cock."
Arnie could hardly breathe he was so excited, but he tried to talk as she requested.
"I'm fucking you with my cock, feel my hard cock ramming in and out your hot cunt, take my cock, take all of it inside your big, hot CUNT!"
He could feel her cunt-walls grabbing at his cock as it slid in and out, pumping and sucking at him. His balls sloshed in the sopping fluids of her gaping snatch every time he pumped his prick deep in her.
"FUCK ME, KID," she was moaning loudly, "fuck me with your big, hot prick, cram it up my cunt-SHOVE IT UP MEEEEE!!"
His hips were thrusting furiously and her big hands had an iron grip on his hip bones, moving him to her desires. She moved him faster, harder and Arnie thought that his knees were going to give 'way, that he couldn't maintain the pace with the incredible excitement of plunging his rampant prick into his very first boiling cunt!
Suddenly, he felt it coming.
"OHHHHH! NOOOOWWWWW!"
"You gonna COME, you little prick," he heard the older woman demand, "You gonna shoot your hot jism up my cunt?"
"OHHHH!" Arnie hollered, "Here it comes, HERE IT COMES, I'm gonna shoot my boiling jism in your hot snatch, TAKE IT, TAKE IT ALLLLL!"
And his cock convulsed and shot a steaming wad of jism deep into the boiling cavern of her sucking, pumping cunt. Spattering hot bolts of fresh virgin boy-jism spat into her grasping slick cunt, pulling all sensation through his tingling, ejaculating cock!
Slowly his prick withered and shrank out of her cunt and Arnie lay on top her full, ripe body, his body sweating and exhausted.
She patted his head gently, then pushed at him so that he would roll onto the bed beside her. "You'll get better," she smiled down at him and began to stroke her hard nipples with her own eager fingers as Arnie, exhausted, watched, fascinated.
"Can it GET better? WOW!"
Arnie couldn't believe there could be a greater come, a bigger orgasm than the one he had just had, fucking his very first cunt.
She just smiled and moaned and stroked her nipples with her fingers.
Arnie watched the rigid nipples seem to jump and move excitedly, as though they had a life of their own, as Marcia's fingers squeezed and pulled at them.
He saw her eager hand trace the lines of her belly and run across the indentation of her groin, patting her matted, sopping pubic hairs, massaging the very edges of her still red and pouting slit.
Catching his breath, Arnie leaned up on one elbow to watch the woman's fingers part the lips of her red-hot cunt, exposing the swollen blood colored labia, shining with cunt-juices, and stroke it with excited fingers.
One finger found the inch-long button at the top of the pulsing cunt and moved it in a circular motion as deep, low moans escaped from the woman's throat.
Arnie looked closely to see what was causing the woman so much pleasure. It was her finger, moving in a circular motion, constant and steady on the stiff button that Arnie knew must be her clit. He saw that the clit stiffened, like a little cock, and responded to her finger the way his cock did when he wrapped his fist around it and jerked it off in slow steady strokes.
"Ohhh, yes," she sighed from deep in her throat, "OH, YES, THAT'S GOOD! SUCK MY CUNT!"
Arnie didn't know if she was talking to him or to herself, her eyes closed in pleasure, her finger moving in an experienced manner on her hot and slippery clit.
"SUCK ME, honey, SUCK MY CLIT!"
With her other hand, she rubbed her nipple furiously until the moans became enormous and filled the small bedroom and her body arched up, shuddering and quivering with the anticipation of climax.
"Come on, honey," the woman was screaming, her eyes still closed, "Come on, sweetheart, suck me off, suck my hot clit, make me shoot all over your face. OH, CUMMMMM!!!"
She emitted an incredible groan and thrashed for a moment on the bed. Then she fell back on the pillow, her once-stiff nipple soft and pink, her jutting, rigid clit dissolved into a tender, formless lump of pink flesh.
Arnie could smell the distinctive odor of woman-come in the bed. It mixed with the strong odor of his own ejaculation and filled the whole room with a strange, pervading musk.
He felt the skin on his own soft prick stiffening with the drying juices of his own jism and his stepmother's cunt juice.
He lay back on the bed, feeling like a man, a grown man, for the first time in his life. Wouldn't the guys on the team cream if they knew about this?
"That wasn't bad for a first time," Marcia breathed at him, "but you'll learn, you'll get better."
Arnie wondered what he was doing that wasn't good enough already.
"You have to make me happy," the woman said, "you have to make me come."
He looked at her questioningly.
"You'll learn," she assured him, patting his head, "I'll see to it that you learn." She sounded very strong when she said it and her tone of voice sent a little shiver down Arnie's back.
"Marcia...?"
She hugged him tightly, a grip he couldn't pull away from. "Now that we know each other better, why don't you call me Mom?"
And Arnie fell asleep, his hand immersed in his Mom's sticky crotch.