Chapter 4
Sharon was seething with envy, drooling like a rabid dog before Veronica had finished sucking her son's cock dry.
Jism filled Veronica's throat, rising like a quicksilver tide. Sleek and hot, his spunk was frothed by the plunging shaft of Mike's cock. Veronica wasn't thinking about the strange taste or the chains that bound her helpless on the bed. She only wanted to shame and humiliate the ass-shocking bitch who watched her every move with glaring eyes filled with a jealous glow.
Veronica shuddered despite her steel determination. She was used to oral sex, a real master of the art. Being made to satisfy a hugely hung male wasn't too great a change. But when she thought about him breaking her cherry, her chilling fear of men came flashing back.
Sharon said, "First let me suck your cock, Mike. Mother would love to lick it clean and taste your cum."
"Later," he said coldly. "When I've reamed her ass and bloodied my dick in virgin cunt, then you can suck it if you want."
"Not, Mike. I want it now. Watching you with her has made me so hot. Let me show you that I can suck better than any lesbian. I really want your cock! She's just pretending."
"Maybe, but she pretends real good!" Mike grinned and eased his partly weakened prick from Veronica's clinging lips. He slid off of her and stood beside the bed.
Sharon grabbed the dildo sticking out of Veronica's shapely ass and pressed the button to give her a viciously long shock. Stinging current made the lithe beauty writhe and shrill a gurgling wet cry of anguish.
"Enough!" Mike said, slapping his mother's hand off the sparking dildo. "Any more will make her ass-hole weak. I want it snug and sleek and strong."
He pulled the big artificial cock from Veronica's ass and handed it to his mother.
"If you're so anxious to suck something, try this."
"No, Mike-not after it's been in that bitch's ass-hole."
"Then sit on it while you watch me fuck her little ass." A position of power over two women delighted him. "First I want to rearrange these chains."
He unlocked the ends of her leg chains from the posts at the foot of the bed.
Veronica watched apprehensively, licking spilled cum from her lips. "Wh-what are you going to do, Mike?"
"I'm going to chain your legs up over your head." He pulled and bound the dangling chain ends around the posts at the head of the bed. That bent the lithe blonde like a U with her legs spread wide and securely bound. It exposed her ass-hole and raised the taut cheeks of her shapely ass about three inches off the bed.
The metal cuffs chafed Veronica's slender ankles and the strain of being bent double made her leg and back muscles ache. She fought the pain with determination, but tears filled her blue eyes.
Mike climbed up on the foot of the bed. Between her chained legs, she could see the awesome length of his cock. "It's well greased for ass-fucking," he said.
"You aren't really going to do that, are you? I thought it was my cherry you wanted." As much as she dreaded having her tender virgin seal ripped, Veronica hated the thought of ass-fucking even more.
Mike eased forward, aiming his gleaming prickshaft with one hand. He rubbed the head of his cock on her hot clit. "Yeah, I want to wreck your cherry. But I'm saving the best until last. Your ass gets it first, Veronica."
She cringed and gritted her teeth.
"He fucked my ass last night and I loved it," Sharon said. "But then I'm more of a woman than you'll ever be."
"You weren't so damn anxious when I first pushed it in," Mike reminded her. He gave Veronica's big clit another swipe with his cock then aimed lower, at the quivering dark rim of puckered flesh ringing her tiny ass-hole. He pushed and felt the flesh strain.
"Hungh," Veronica groaned. "Oh, God! It's going to kill me!"
Mike's throbbing big cock looked like an instrument of terror. Veronica had raped the asses of a lot of women with her sparking dildo. She remembered their shrill screams and the way their soft bodies had writhed from the shocking strain.
The cock that was inching into her ass pulsed and surged with throbbing vigor more fearsome than an electrical charge. She could feel the hot tremors of rushing blood. Her ass cinched tight and clamped to keep him out.
"I like that," he said. "Squeeze as tight as you can. My glossy slick cock is going in anyway." He pushed and gave her another inch.
"Haaagh! It's like a burning branding iron!"
Sharon watched intently with her jealous green eyes ablaze. "Let me have it, Mike. Fuck my ass, I won't complain."
"But I like hearing her squeal and moan," he said. "If you want something from me, kiss my ass!"
"What?"
"I said, kiss my ass. Get up on the bed behind me and bend down. Rim it with your tongue while I fill the ass of this bitch."
"Oh, no, Mike. I don't want to do that."
"You will if you ever want to feel my cock in you again," he said flatly.
"Mike, that's cruel!"
"Life is cruel. You want my cock, you kiss my ass. Otherwise I'll give it all to Veronica."
The tall silver-blonde was too shocked to respond. She had about half of Mike's hot length in her ass and already the tears were falling in a pouring rain.
"If you give my ass a real good tongue licking, I'll cum quicker," Mike said. "And the sooner I get through with Veronica, the sooner I'll get back to you."
"You'll fuck me again if I do what you want?"
"Yeah, sure. I'll fuck you while my cock is still red with her cherry stain. You'll feel just like a young virgin again."
"Ooooh," Sharon sighed ecstatically. She climbed up on the foot of the bed and bowed down so that long waves of auburn hair swept across the hard-muscled cheeks of her son's manly ass.
She parted the taut ass-cheeks with her hands and bent lower to kiss the dark rim. Mike bolted and lunged forward, shocked by the eerie tingle of moist lips touching his ass.
Veronica gasped and shuddered when Mike's lunge rammed more cock into the delicate channel of her ass. The slithering walls heaved and writhed around the fleshy intruder, delighting him with shock waves of strength.
"Your ass is tight and hot enough to fuck all night," he told her.
The chained silver-blonde was near the point of sobbing. "Is it tighter and hotter than your mother's?"
"Yeah, I like it a lot better. Unless she kissed and tongue-fucks my ass real good, I'll never bother with her again."
"Oh, Mike! Don't say that. I love your big cock. I can't live without it!"
"Then bow your head and let me feel your tongue as far in as it will reach. French kiss my ass, woman. Show me how much you want my cock."
Sharon gulped, choking back waves of resentment. She wondered when Mike's sexual cruelty would end. Or if it ever would. He seemed to delight in her degradation.
He reached his hands under Veronica's upraised legs and fingered the sharp cones of her firm tits. The small, shell-pink nipples were still tense and hot from the sting of the whip. He curled his thumbs around them and heard Veronica sigh.
"I haven't felt your tongue yet, Mother,"
Mike said. "I'm getting bored with you."
Sharon whimpered and wiggled her tongue around the rim of his shithole, hating herself for what she had to do. The taste was bitter and sharp. It stung her quivering lips and made her tongue recoil in disgust.
Mike said, "That isn't enough. I want to feel it inside." The power he had over two gorgeous women made his cock throb as it never had before.
"Ooooh, Mike. I've never felt anything like your big cock before. It feels wonderful in my ass. The heat and strength of it is making me crazy!"
"You hear that, Mom? Veronica wants my cock as much as you do. She'd kiss my ass if I asked her to."
"Yes, Mike. Oh, my God! I'd do anything for you." It pained the stern-willed lesbian to admit that, but what she said was true. His throbbing cock filled her ass with sensations she had never known. She lay dazzled, warmed by the strength of his hands on her tits and shocked into delight by the fiery heat of his cock.
Teaching a former lesbian to want cock was the most thrilling thing he'd ever done. Once he claimed her treasured cherry, the blonde bitch would be his. He wouldn't need his mother for sexual pleasure. He could satisfy himself without shame and brag about his new conquest all over school.
Sharon grudgingly kissed his ass and wiggled her tongue into the rank-tasting ass-hole. Mike grasped ecstatically and fucked his cock to the root in Veronica's ass. She sobbed and wailed beneath him, arching her back and kicking her chained legs.
"You got it all now, baby. Your ass isn't cherry anymore. It belongs to me now."
"Yyyyeeeesss!" she hissed in a tightly strained voice. "I'll be a slave to your big cock forever."
"Don't let her take my place, Mike. You can have us both. Two eager women, what more could a young man want?"
"Someone really young," Mike said. "Someone sweet and hot and still in her teens."
"I'll find a girl like that for you, Mike. Just give me time," his mother pleaded desperately.
"I already have one for you," Veronica said. "She's young and still a virgin, a beautiful young lesbian like I used to be. I'll make her hot for you and chain her to the big round bed in my apartment."
Mike grinned and fucked in and out of Veronica's ass, smug grin curling his lips. "What's this teeny pussy licker look like?" he asked Veronica in a tone of breathy anticipation.
"She has silky black hair, soft as mink. Milky skin and luscious young tits even bigger than your mother's. You can teach her to love cock just like you've taught me."
Mike's eyes half closed as he tried to imagine fucking the young raven-haired doll. He fucked hard, deep and fast, ravaging the now-compliant blonde's ass. The thought of young cunt really made his prick hot.
Sharon pushed from behind, teasing and stroking the tunnel of his ass as far in as her tongue would reach, her hands slid between his legs to cradle his dangling balls. She fondled them with deft, loving finger-strokes.
Veronica's ass was wringing his cock. His mother was deeply tongue lashing his ass and kneading his heavy balls to heighten the rush of hot cum. One creamy shot of scalding jism jetted deep and then another.
It was an orgy of lewd delight, a symphony of lewd sensation. Mike was squeezing tit and letting his cock erupt in the sleekest, tightest hole he'd fucked yet. And his mother was lewdly tongue-fucking his ass, milking his balls like the humble sex slave she'd become.
His grinding climax went on for two minutes, so full and hot that he pumped frothing cum to the shivering lips of Veronica's shithole. Silver dribbles ran down her taut cheeks and spotted the sheet beneath her writhing ass.
Mike said, "Now it's time to pop cherry."
His gushing hot prick had fired its last shot and he wanted the thrill of ripping into a reluctant virgin before his cock had a chance to get soft.
He reared back and let the long prickshaft spring up. His mother's tongue was still thrusting and teasing his ass with anxious strokes. Once over the sick feeling of humiliation, Sharon started to like what she was doing.
She thrilled to the way his clenched ass tube squeezed and hugged her tongue. They had French kissed mouth to mouth many times, but this was a thousand times more intimate and exciting. She attacked his ass in a desperate frenzy, driven by the need to remain at least a part of her son's sex life.
There wasn't time for the shuddering silver-blonde to think about it. One moment she was a virgin with that delicate web of flesh still in tact. The next instant it was ripped and tattered, seeping blood and pulsing with pain.
It wasn't quite the lewd thrill Mike had expected. Her pussy cringed in shock. Her cunt milked his prick with shuddering waves of motion, but she didn't have the heat and wringing strength of his mother's cunt. He'd been spoiled by her wanton hunger for cock.
"That young teenaged girl better fuck hotter than this," he sneered. "Your pussy feels like it's paralyzed."
Veronica's eyes were clamped shut, but the tears still leaked out. She'd never experienced such a shock of stabbing hot pain in her whole life. Her precious cherry had been shattered and something snapped in her mind too.
"Virgins and reformed lesbians aren't all they're cracked up to be," his mother said. "It takes a real woman to give a man what he wants. Let me fuck your bloody hot dick, Son. I'll show her how it's supposed to be done."
"I'll do all the teaching from now on," Mike said sternly.
He twisted the hairy root of his cock around the lips of Veronica's pussy. That put a wrenching strain on the tattered remains of her ruptured cherry.
Veronica languished in double torment. Not only had her tender virgin's seal been mutilated, but she'd failed so far to outdo Sharon in lust.
She steeled her mind against the cunt-ripping pain and began to sway her hips. The chains binding her ankles to the head posts of the bed clanked rhythmically.
"That's a little better," Mike said. He liked the slithering friction of her sleek cunt now that she'd finally gotten her ass into gear. "Keep it humping, baby, while I fuck you good!"
He pumped in and out of her cunt with long gliding strokes. Peering between his legs from behind, Sharon could see the scarlet smears of cherry stain that ran the length of his cock.
Bulging veins pulsed beneath the wicked sheen.
Sharon felt pangs of envy watching his thick hard cockshaft spear into Veronica's silver fleeced cunt. Mike's powerful thrusting picked up speed. She responded with gasping cries of delight and whirled her loins around in a spiral to increase his pleasure.
It was torture for Mike's mother. She wanted his cock to be in her. She ached with yearning. Sharon had given up her settled and comfortable life for her lust, and now she stood to lose the thrilling object of her obsessive desire.
"Ooooh, Mike ... fuck me! My cunt will please you more than hers ever will!"
"We'll see. She's starting to heat up now." The friction of his fierce fucking spread glowing warmth that Veronica could feel even in her shackled hands and feet.
"Watch me, Son. Not even her giant dildo frightens me." Sharon stood by the head of the bed and began to push it in, rocking her hips in a demented frenzy of self-abuse.
Mike was too busy to pay much attention.
Veronica's dazzled blue eyes had come into focus on his face. A smug grin of contentment curved her lips. "I like your big pussy-ripper now!" she cried. "Let your mother have my lifeless toy."
"Lifeless?" Sharon raged. "When I touch this button, it sparks fire like no man's cock!"
She slammed down the button and took a knee-weakening jolt.
He pressed his weight down between Veronica's back-bent legs and ground the hump of his hairy loins on her distended clit. She had only experienced the gentle stimulation of female lips and tongues on that tender nub. This sensation was more like a heart-stopping electric shock.
Veronica shrilled a high-pitched squeal of glee. Nerves tingled in her fingers and toes. He reared back, fucked down hard and twisted on her swollen clit again.
Sharon inched the artificial cock in deeper and triggered another tooth-rattling shock. Her lush body trembled as the current raced through every nerve.
"See what I can take without even a whimper," she said through gritted teeth.
Mike said, "Yeah, Mom. That's real good. Shock yourself silly with that thing. I'm busy teaching this beautiful blonde bitch how to fuck."
"I already know. I'm the one that taught you!"
"He's a fabulous teacher," Veronica cooed. "I know lots of tender young girls he can give lessons to."
"Yeah?" Mike said with his interest picking up. "How many?"
"Half a dozen at least. Come live with me, Mike. I'll bring you a tender young virgin every day for a week."
"You make it sound real interesting."
Sharon felt her hopes ... her whole life crumbling. She pushed the button and held it down in masochistic dismay. The stabbing shock numbed her mind and made her pussy writhe. It seethed and squirmed into an orgasm of sheer torment.
Mike couldn't hear her chattering cries of anguish. He'd fucked Veronica to her first real pussy climax by then. She was screaming, drowning his mother's tortured wails. Finally Sharon's trembling legs gave out and she collapsed into a chair by the bed.
Her hand was still clamped on the button at the base of the enormous replica cock, but the batteries had been drained almost dead. She felt only a mild tingle like the quivering of a man's cock after he'd cum. That added to her lonely feeling of desperation.
Mike was still thrusting and driving his cock like a demon, making Veronica wail and sob in lewd rapture. In the throes of her first real orgasm, the silver-blonde could hardly believe she'd been thrilled before by the milder spasms of lesbian sex.
His plunging prick erupted in the depths of her sleek pussy hole, gushing cum in fiery spurts.
"Ooooh, Mike! Fuck me harder! You can't hurt me now. Give me all you've got. Flood my pussy with jism. Make me your woman. Make me your slave!"
"What about me?" Sharon cried.
"Maybe dad will take you back," Mike suggested indifferently. "Tell him I've found someone I like better. Kiss his ass and beg to be forgiven."
"She isn't coming with us," Veronica said bluntly. "I won't share you with anyone except sweet young girls we can both enjoy."
Sharon burst into tears. Her son had made it plain that he was leaving her, and she knew her husband wouldn't want her back no matter how she begged and pleaded. Despairing tears streamed down her cheeks.
"My own son!" she raged. "How can you be so heartless and cruel?"
"I had you for a teacher, remember? You taught me that nothing matters except the thrill of the moment. Come on, Veronica, let's get out of this dump and away from her sniveling. I want to meet one of those tender young virgins you told me about."
Sharon just couldn't stay in the rundown apartment after they'd gone. The grimy walls seemed to be closing in. She hadn't minded the squalor when Mike was with her. Alone, it gave her the chills.
She dressed and took to the streets at twilight, walking, although she had no place to go. The air turned cold and damp, adding to her discomfort.
A week's rent would be due the next morning, and Sharon knew the landlord expected to be paid on time. He had made that quite clear when she rented the place. Her spirits sank lower. Tomorrow she wouldn't even have that awful place to go back to. Sharon was down to her last twenty dollars, and that wasn't nearly enough.
At the next corner Sharon slumped against a lamp post, head in her hands. Before she'd caught a breath and collected her thoughts a snarling female voice hissed behind her.
"Move it, bitch. No overage whore is gonna work my block!"
"I-I'm not a hooker," Sharon said defensively.
The girl who'd spoken from the shadows was still in her teens, but her face was lined and hard beneath layers of heavy makeup. She wore a wet-look plastic miniskirt hardly long enough to cover her pussy mound and a blouse unbuttoned almost to her navel.
"Why else would a woman be walking alone at night in this part of town?" the young whore asked suspiciously.
"It's a long, sad story."
"Too bad, but I don't want to hear it. Get your ass clear of fa this block."
Sharon sighed and moved on in deepening despair. She stood on the corner and wondered if it mattered which way she turned. That decision was suddenly made for her. A lean dark shape rushed out of a darkened doorway.
A wiry kid grabbed her purse and took off running. The collision propelled Sharon forward and into the street. She fell screaming. The signal light had just changed and cars were bearing down.
She shuddered on the cold damp pavement, expecting to be crushed beneath the wheels of an on-rushing car. Strangely, it hardly mattered. In her present state of mind, death would have come as relief.
But brakes squealed and a long black car lurched to a stop, a wheel just inches from her outstretched arm. Her head and sheening auburn hair were under the front bumper. Sharon tried to sit up and cut her forehead on the undercarriage.
A man leaped out of the driver's seat, gray-haired and distinguished-looking. But his handsome face was lined with concern. "Are you all right?" he asked in alarm.
Sharon struggled into a sitting position with her back against the bumper. "I-I think so. But that little bastard stole my purse."
"Don't worry about that. It's a wonder you weren't killed." He daubed the small cut on her forehead with a clean white handkerchief. Sharon saw that it was monogrammed with the initials D.C.
"You don't understand," she sobbed. He was expensively dressed and driving a fine car. "He took my last twenty dollars. That's all I have in this world."
"I'll take care of you," he said grandly. "That's the least I can do for a lovely young woman in distress."
He helped Sharon to her feet with a firm hand.
Hearing herself called young was like music to her ears. She melted into his arms more out of gratitude than because her knees were still weak.
The man was in his fifties, she guessed, but still lean and strong. A dashing figure with a heart-warming smile.
"I'm Dexter Chatsworth," he said smoothly.
Sharon stammered and said, "The Dexter Chatsworth? Chatsworth Industries, Chatsworth Hotels, Chatsworth-"
"The same," he assured her. "But we best move. We're blocking traffic. Let me help you into the car."
He settled her in the front passenger seat, real leather upholstery deep and soft. She couldn't help smiling. Dexter Chatsworth was the richest man in town. Maybe the richest in the whole state.
Best of all, he thought of her as young. Her heart leaped as he walked around to the driver's door. A thoughtful smile curved her soft lips which, only moments ago, had been gnarled in despair.
He slid behind the steering wheel and eased the purring luxury car into gear. "You seem to know something about me. Tell me about you."