Chapter 6
After the kids had gone home, Elizabeth roamed around the big, landscaped yard in a happy stupor of euphoria. There is no feeling so satisfactory to a healthy woman as the sense of fullness and gentle heat in her cunt that comes after it has been well used. Sex, for all of us, is divided into three sections-desire, fulfillment, and memory. For the first time in her life Elizabeth had happily known all three.
Since her husband's death, as she gradually realized she was free, her rebel body had kept nudging her to get some hard meat stuck into her. Old teachings plus almost twenty-five years of brutalizing marriage had made her feel guilty, made her feel insignificant and unwanted, had made her feel old. "Too old." Hadn't she said that, only today, to someone? Yes-she remembered. She had said it.
But the quick love of that strange young girl had started her toward a cure, and the girl's brother, so reticent at first, had made her know that she was something really wonderful-a woman, a hot cunt wrapped in a beautiful body. She had, in this one lovely day, known desire so hot that it almost devoured her, fulfillment that drained her of old pain and left her with the fullness of love. And now she had the sweetest memories a human can ever know-the recall of being beautifully fucked and sucked and of giving in the same manner and degree.
She ate dinner rather late. She didn't feel lonely. The mere fact that Sam was gone had been a daily bracer for her spirits. Each day, her body had sent her urgent little messages: "Find a man! Get him to fuck you! Learn new tricks-like sucking pricks! Love somebody!" And now she had done all of those things. And more.
How marvelous to lie in her big, comfortable bed and feel a glow of hunger return to a sated cunt! She reached both hands down to her crotch and got her right index fingers in the top of her slit, moving it softly until the entire area around her clit was sensitized. With her left hand, she reached further down and gently pinched the swelling outer lips together, pressing up so that her strength was pushing hard against the inside of each thigh, just under the big tendons, one on each side, which run right up to the top of a woman's pussy. That entire area is warm and responsive, no matter whose pressure is there.
It was lovely, thinking about Tommy's hard young cock going into her. His pubic mound had ground and pressed right on the soft, hairy flesh in which her finger was buried.
"How many times did I cum?" the woman wondered aloud. "It was so wonderful, just playing with that sweet girl-I think I shot my load three or four times. When I said-or did she say it?-one of us, anyhow, said: 'Let's just take off our disguises and let it all hang out.' "
That was a strange thing to say, because they were both naked at the time. Thinking of the smoothness and warmth, the pneumatic firmness of Rachel's breasts and buttocks and belly, Elizabeth groaned and moved her index finger up and down in her slit, luxuriating in the warm itch that seemed to swell her cunt.
Another sharp, bright, poignant memory of that visit with Rachel was when she had said: "All right, you wanted to see what I did that was sinful, right? So let's touch and brush our lips against the sinfullest places we both have. And say the most sinful things we can think of to say." She had wanted to say: "Let's do every sinful thing we can think of!" but had chickened out. After all, she barely knew the girl. And she was forty-two, while Rachel was thirty years younger.
"And anyhow," Elizabeth gasped, now that fire was following her finger as she fucked herself with it so skillfully, "we did everything, later on."
She was glad she was lying down. She never realized how extremely hot she was until one night, before she had learned how to make sure of an orgasm when Sam banged her, she had done this very same finger-work on her pussy, standing in the bathroom leaning against the wall and watching herself in the bathroom mirror. And when it had hit her, when juice and cum-power flowed out of her excited cunt, she had slid right down the wall to the floor. Hard. So that Sam, running in to see what was the matter, had seen her bare-assed naked, which he never did because of his religious prejudices. But luckily, he thought she had been ill. Or fainted.
So, he didn't raise hell with her. But he did lie there in the dark, breathing hard, until he had apparently reached the end of his rope. Then he had rolled her over again, opened her legs again, and had given her another hard, animal-like fuck. Only, this time, since she had creamed so well from her finger, his big tool had slipped into her as a gift rather than a punishment. And she, unable to pretend indifference, had fucked him with the fury of a she-mink in rutting fervor.
Old Sam! Once she had learned to get herself up, greasing her puss, playing with her clit until she was juicy and ready, it wasn't so bad. He didn't fuck well, but she was too fucking dumb to know that. She knew that her father had not been so brutal as Sam; in fact, he had been loving and attentive to her mother. So she mused and dwelt on nostalgia while her wise finger played at reality. Gently touching just where it felt the best. And she knew how good her pussy must have felt to young Tommy. Because she knew how marvelous and sweet and hot Tommy's sister's pussy felt to her.
She had reached almost to the top of the swell of heat that was rising, rising, rising in the dark of her cunt. She had two dildos, the best that her money could buy, according to the smiling, knowledgeable woman who had sold them to her in Crosley. One with heat and vibration. One with all of that plus big, squeezable, life-like balls that held hot starch and shot it into your screaming pussy when your fingers clutched and squeezed in wild joy. When you were shooting it. Thick and slick and warm. But not like the real thing.
There were sparks flying in the dark where she lay with eyelids clenched. There was a trembling crawl of craving cum-itch as she held her hands still. She was on the verge of a hard cum. If it was to last, she had to take it easy. But thinking of the taste of Tommy's thick, hot semen was too much.
In a convulsion of heat, she let go her outer lips to shove two fingers of her left hand as deep into her vagina as she could.
At the same time, closing her eyes against the beauty and the wild heat of her cumming, she spread the top of her slit with all her fingers and rubbed hard but tenderly all over her spasming clit, all over the oozingly tender area around it, so that the big orgasm just seemed to slide out of her, to light up the room with its dark and silent beauty, and to bring a new flood of cum-juice out of her inexhaustible supply.
"Oh, thank You, God!" she whispered shakily. "Thank You for making me so hot. For making me a woman!
She licked her fingers carefully, her hunger causing her to reach for more of her cunt nectar, then turned on her side and fell into a deep, sweet sleep.
Just before she awoke for keeps, she had a dream that upset her a little. Tommy had said: "You ought to have a fence," and when she had asked why, he said: "There are plenty of bad guys around here. You ought to have a fence and a big dog."
She had not given it much thought, not being absolutely certain of what Tommy meant, of what the "bad guys" might do. But, in the dream, two big guys, one white and the other dark, either a Negro or a very dark Mexican, had come on her at the pool where she lay nude, and took out their big cocks and shook them at her. She had not been afraid, but the thought of having two such big fellows holding her and fucking her made her wake up, streaming sweat and trembling all over. There was also a sharp feeling of lust awakened in her trembling cunt-flesh, in her clit which was still sensitive from yesterday's lovely fun. And last night's lusty finger-fucking. "I sure know to do that," Elizabeth said in deep gratification. "I sure do love my pussy."
She called Mister Lacey, the hardware man, soon after her breakfast, telling him she needed a fence. And she called Jeff Brigance, the dog trainer who lived between Bonville and Benton, just off the freeway. Yes, he had a dog or two that would make a good guard dog. When she said she had ordered a fence, Brigance said: "Call me when the fence is up and I'll bring the dog. Better yet, why not come down today and start getting acquainted with the animal? After all," he added, chuckling fiercely, "you want him to know who's boss, don't you?"
She was dressing to drive down to the dog place when she heard the brisk whir of her doorbell, and was flushed with heat and joy when she ran to the door and saw Tommy Burke. He was moody, and she thought: Oh-oh, he's got that overfucked depression!
She said at once: "Oh, Tommy, I'm so glad to see you! Come in! Can I get you some breakfast?"
She watched with pleasure while he ate ham and eggs and thick toast and honey, with a big glass of milk. "I hope Rachel's getting something to eat," she said, and the boy answered: "Don't worry about Rachel; she takes care of herself."
While the boy was eating, Elizabeth sat by him with her hand in his lap. She gently stroked along his thigh and was rewarded when she felt his young prick begin to swell and throb. She smiled at him tenderly as he leaned back and opened his thighs so she could get to it better, and when she unzipped his fly and reached in and got it out, handling it so gently, he at last smiled.
"It sure does come up for you, Miz Cantrell," he said. "You surely must be the prettiest lady I ever knew." He bumped his young hips slightly, so that he was fucking into her hand, and she got up quickly, reaching for the button on her shoulder strap that would let her summery dress slide off her shoulders.
"How do you want it, Tommy?" she asked. She was trying to be casual, but her lust choked her.
He did not move, so she fell on her knees between his legs, gave him one intense look of love, and swallowed the big, hard cock.
It gave her the shock of her life.
There was no mistaking that taste. His delicious peter was covered with drying cum-juice, and it wasn't his. This was pure, clean, clear female pussy juice, some of it coagulated under the pinkly grained foreskin, like teeny bits of tapioca. Or cheese.
She got up, feeling stupid, and he said in a harsh voice, not at all boyish:
"Okay. So you know. I've been fucking someone."
She said, in a daze: "That's all right, Tommy. That's your business. Yours and Rachel's. I don't mind. You must know that. I just wish I could have seen it, that's all. Oh!" she cried, and once more her lower belly was filled with warmth, "how I wish I could have been there to see it all, to guide it in!"
The boy eyed her glumly for a few seconds, and then said: "Were you going somewhere?" Informed, he said, "I'll ride down with you. I know dogs better'n you do, so I can help. And we can talk. Oh, Miz Cantrell," he sobbed, "I need to talk to somebody!"
She went by way of the old highway. The freeway would have been faster, but she wanted to park. A mile out of town, she pulled off the old road, across the grassy verge, under the shading limbs of a very old live oak tree. She looked around, then drove a bit further, until they were screened from the infrequent traffic by the thick foliage of a massive wild grapevine.
Without hesitation, she again undid the button on her dress, letting it fall so that her unbrassiered breasts lay warm and naked for the boy, and pulled his head down to them. With her free hand, she reached between them to hold his cock, and whispered: "All right, Tommy, tell me what's the matter. I told you, I feel it's all right for you to screw Rachel. In fact, I wanted you to do it last night. So it's nothing to worry about. Is it?"
His young cock was hard again, and she frigged at it with a tender hand, wishing it was out so she could put it between her bare titties.
The boy gulped. "Oh, Miz Cantrell," he sobbed, "that's what I wanted to tell you! It wasn't Rachel. It's mom!"
The deeply raunchy idea of this tall, sweet boy satisfying another grown woman-and his mother, yet!-gave Elizabeth an odd twist in her kinked vagina. She let the boy go and got out of the car on the driver's side. "Get out," she said hoarsely, and, when he looked at her with tears streaming down his face, she said quickly: "No, no, Tommy! I'm not mad at you! Get out and get in the back seat! We can talk better there!"
Once they were in the privacy of the big back seat, she said to him archly: "Now, young man, you just get that big, pretty thing out here where I can see it! There! That's right! Oh, my God, it's so pretty! So big! Oh, you sweet peter, you!" And she knelt on the rug in the back of the car, her mouth tenderly closing on the boy's big, marvelously hard prick.
She sucked carefully, moving her head, running her tongue all around the head, flicking it against the tender underside, deeply pleased when Tommy stiffened and shot his loins up so violently that his big prickhead jammed down her throat. There was a rankly male scent steaming up from his sweated ass, and she impatiently pried his thighs farther apart so that the odor increased.
The taste of female cum was diminishing, though, and she realized that there was something else she wanted-in fact, it was something she had wanted all her life, a thick, hard, heavy cock, jammed deep into her twitching, leaky pussy.
Her dress was fashioned of a soft, light print material, very wide at the hem. The sight of the boy's lean, beautiful legs and rigid, red-tipped cock, painted a lovely picture for her.
She had on thin, scanty-cut bikini panties, so that his cock could easily have gotten into her if he or she only held the tiny strip of fabric apart. But Elizabeth wanted all the thrill of flesh she could get-her cock hunger was raging so.
Getting part way up and working in an awkward stoop that still held great interest for the young boy as he saw the long, soft cunt hair hanging down as she held her dress up, she swiftly unpantied herself, dropping the garment to the floor.
"Now, baby," she breathed, getting up on the seat, facing him, with one knee on either side of Tommy's thighs, "hold my cunt open with one hand and steer your peter into me with the other!"
The youth was panting with heat and concentration as he held the hard column and aimed the head where he thought the fuck hole was. But his aim was bad, he raked across the bubbling vaginal entrance, so clogged with cunt ooze that he skidded on by, and jammed half an inch into her asshole before she could move.
Since she was not prepared for it, and neither his cock nor her anus were properly lubricated, the minute penetration hurt them both, and Elizabeth grunted in pain as she moved her ass backward to adjust the range. She grunted again, but this time in deep joy, as the kid's big tool penetrated her slickly, and her weight brought her cunt down around it with such force that he struck the end of her fuck-tube so hard it seemed to jar her back teeth.
She could only cling to him, speechless for the moment with commingling of pain and ecstasy, but he clasped her buttocks in his hands and held her to him while she kissed him deeply, her tongue going down his slick throat in duplication of what his cock was doing up her pussy. She was only a hair away from a hard cum, and she wanted it badly. But she also wanted to feel the hot, wet stream of his cock-juice lashing into her, and she felt that if she brought him along when she came, she could not get the full experience from it.
She nibbled his ear affectionately, rocking her body slightly, each movement banging his young organ against her quivering womb.
"Are you about to come, dearest?" she whispered. "Or can you hold it off, you great big, wonderful fucker, you? Oooooh!" and she wriggled as a tremor of lust shook her deep inside. "Did you cum in your mother's cunt this morning? Oooooh! OOOOOOH!" and this time she really screamed as the salacious thoughts built in her mind. This handsome boy, barely in high school, fucking her, a woman older than his mother-and with his mom's cum-juice drying on his lovely cock! She knew his mom, much better than she had mentioned. She often bought clothes in Sloane's Dress Shop, where Christine Burke held a part time job. She had even, in the normal course of events, touched hands with the fine-looking, hearty woman in accepting change, or giving a check. Her hands, that had held Tommy's cock so firmly, touching the hands of the woman who had wiped his little ass when he was a baby, cleaned the head of his tiny cock. But another thing crossed her inflamed mind.
"Do you kiss your mother when you fuck her?" she asked, and her cunt clamped its sensitive muscle on the boy's hard cock. "Does she suck your tongue like I do?"
The boy had begun to relax. Miz Cantrell was so easygoing. Nine out of ten women in Bonville would have had a shit-fit if they knew his mom opened her legs for him, guided his hard prick into her seething pussy, fucked the jism right out of him. With his face against the soft, sweet face of the woman who bestrode him, he grinned and fucked up into her, banging against her cervix. Not many ladies like Miz Cantrell, by God! He answered huskily: "We do everything," he whispered. "She taught me how!"
With this feeling of sisterhood for the woman who had birthed this lovely boy, and with his cock stirring in her guts like a hot rod of flexible steel, Elizabeth began to cum. "Ohhh, baby," she moaned, "it's cumming! Oh, Tommy dear! FUCK ME!" She was riding up and down his cock, wildly, concerned only with the wild, lovely flowering of heat deep up her cunt, all through her belly, with flames of lust seeming to burn all of her loins. "AAARRRGGGHHH! OH, BABY! LET ME CUM!" And she went up and down in a measured beat of strength and sexuality, pouring fuck-juice out and down his hard dick as she fucked and fucked.
When she stopped at last, all passion spent, she would have sagged and fallen off him, but he held her on his prick. "Oh, no, you don't," he said tensely. "You've got me so hot I'm about to backfire the jism right out of my asshole! You stay right on my prick. Ooooh, Miz Cantrell, you feel so good on me, there! I was about to shoot it, but now I'm fine. You just seem so loose and slick and lovey, somehow!" He kissed her, holding her face so that she didn't wobble in her weakness, and she caught fire again when his tongue delved deep under her own, around her teeth and gums, feeling as hard and sweet as his cock. But not as big.
He held her ass again, and began to rock and heave in a smooth, rhythmic beat. The motion of his thighs, the lift of his hands, and most of all, the gathering desire in her insides, all began to pull her into the same cycle of lust-rhythm.
"Oh, my God, Tommy!" she exclaimed brokenly. "I'm so tender, now that I've cum. OH, DON'T! she cried. "OH, IT HURTS!" But she held him, her eyes glazed over with deep, solid fuck pains that made her feel she was in sex heaven.
In the young boy's balls, where heat had risen steadily ever since he first set eyes on Elizabeth an hour ago, there was a big charge of semen trembling on the brink of explosion. True, he had shot one load into his mother's writhing and appreciative cunt, but what is one load to a boy of fourteen? Especially when he had so much lovely pussy available to him. The stream of female fluids running into his pubic hair, slipping along the insides of his thighs, the aromas of fucking, and the soft, slickly lovely friction on her hard young cock, they were touching his cum-trigger.
But he wanted one more thing, one more delight.
"Your tits!" he gasped. "Give me your tits!"
She had automatically pulled the top of her A-line dress up when she got out of the car. It was the work of an instant to loosen it again. Her position, rising as she did with each push of the young boy's cock, threw the soft, heavy breasts against his face, and he caught one nipple in his mouth, sucking it with such wildness that she screamed and pressed the big pillow of flesh hard against his intent face. He sucked and bit like an angry baby, and the powerful thrill that it sent from her nipple to her belly made her yell out her pleasure again.
"Oh, Tommy! Oh, baby! It's so fucking good! It's so good to be fucking! Oh, oh, oh!" And her insides gathered in a knot, ready to shoot another high voltage charge of sex power down the boy's rod. And just as it started, his young balls also began to shoot their stored-up load.
It was more than the woman could bear. Too much, too hot, too sweet! "Oh, God!" she cried. "AAARRRGGGHHH! UNNNHHH! OH, FUCK ME, BABY! UNNNNHHHH!" And she humped and groaned like an animal, her cunt feeling stuffed with cock and overflowed with jism.
His hard-held load was pouring out of him in gut-shaking spurts. "Oh, mama!" he screamed between the soft tits that covered his face. He pictured the split and hairy glory of the pussy spread so wide across his loins, the pink inner labia, swollen with cum-lust, streaked red with overcharged surface veins, and the bright pictures burned the cum still faster and harder up the big tubes in his youthful price. "OH! OH! CUNT! CUNT!" he cried, all muffled in the sweet, solid warmth of Elizabeth's fat titties.
Her knees were pressed against the back of the seat when they at last fluttered out their last feeble shot of cum juice, and she was riding high on his belly. Her dress was down around her waist and up around her hips; she was, in effect, bare-ass naked except for the dress which was more like a fluffy sash.
The woman could not move for a minute or two, and when she did get off the boy, it was stiffly, like a drunken woman, and she fell on her back on the broad rear seat, her thighs spread and her legs in the air.
Her cunt, spread open by her position, was red with heat and dripping the boy's fuck-juice mixed with her own. The outer lips were thicker and puffier than ever, she had been fucked so vigorously and well, and the big tendons in her thighs were like cables connecting with the top of her slit.
She was so beautiful that the boy, in no way fucked out, buried his young face in the slot between her thighs, gulping her cunt's mixed flow with the drive of a man dying of thirst and finding a clear stream of sweet water. Only this was sweeter. His cock-slime, her cunt-ooze-what a gorgeous menu! His tongue lashed in and out of her fuck-hole, which hung, slack and open, shining red in the bright mid-morning sun.
By the time he had sucked her out and gently licked up all traces of their joint flow of cum, she was herself again, holding his face between her hands, tonguing him in thanks.
"Now," she said gaily, settling her dress around her thighs and up over her boobs until she looked like a guest at a garden party, "I'll kiss his pretty face clean!" and she held his cock like a flower as she carefully licked all around it. "I hope your mother wouldn't mind this. Mind me taking a load of your jism away from her," she said, laughing brightly.
They got in the front seat again, starting for Benton, and nearly ran down a black-and-white Sheriff's car as Elizabeth, her spirits soaring, came charging out from the green shelter of the hanging grapevines. She smiled and waved at the two Highway Patrol officers, and they waved back, open-mouthed.
"There's a hellofa good-looking woman, that Miz Cantrell," the younger of the two men, Patrolman Dick Jones, said thoughtfully. "She's got some mileage on her, but she sure looks like a woman who'd make your ass touch the chandelier. Must be over forty, too. But goddamn, I'd sure as hell like to slip it to her."
His companion, a solid man with flecks of gray in his jaw's stubble, Sergeant Pat Carroll, grinned. "Forty-two, exactly," he said. "I went to school with her, so I know." He adjusted the car's speed to stay well behind the widow's car. "You're a dirty-minded young cuss, lusting after such a nice old lady. Would you fuck her if she had gray hair on her puss?"
The younger man swore and slapped his thigh. "If she looks that good when I'm your age, Sarge, I'll fuck her if I've got to pull her out of her wheelchair!"