Chapter 5
"Come here, Patsy," said Angela, holding her hand out to her daughter.
The girl took her place beside her mother, and the two gorgeous women stood before Jack, a fulfillment of every fantasy that he'd ever had.
Why then, he wondered, was he so goddamned nervous!
It was obvious that these were simply two crazy ladies, the mother even more than her daughter. Damn! He wished that he could just get into the spirit of things. They were horny. That's all there was too it. It had been the case this afternoon, when Patsy, the school Punkette, had raped him silly. He'd be forever indebted to her for that, no matter how crazy she really was. God that had been incredible. And she really knew what she was doing too.
And now, here was her mother, coming on even stronger, and some kind of weird shit going on between the two of them....
And here was his cock sticking out straight as a board, and two women with their tits all bared and bouncing as free as you'd ever want.
He couldn't keep from staring at their bodies. Which was the point, after all. He wasn't too experienced, and he'd be the first to admit it, and here it wouldn't do any good to deny it because they knew it anyway.
But he was smart enough to realize that this was indeed the chance of a lifetime. They were hot for his ass. They wanted to fuck him!
Wasn't that, after all, the reason he'd come back over here tonight?
Damn straight it was. He wanted to get a little more of that sweet punk ass from Patsy ... who, now that she'd gotten rid of that weird hair, was even prettier than he'd already decided she was this afternoon when he'd seen her with her clothes off.
But Mrs. Devlin ... God what a knockout.
Big rounded breasts, that didn't sag a bit. Firm, solid, quivering with lots of tight little ripples every time she moved ... she seemed to have this technique down cold for turning her body in short quick jerks, but that didn't look jerky. The clue was the way her tits would shake wildly, even when she'd just turned smooth and easy to look over her shoulder....
Oh God, here they come....
"Johnny," said Angela, once more taking her cock in his hand, "we think you should get a little more comfortable. What do you say?"
Patsy knelt down and gently lifted his feet out of his jeans, that were crumpled around his ankles.
Then she pulled his shorts off of his body, and suddenly, Johnny was naked as a jaybird. He felt a chill wind blowing over his cock, and then he realized that it was Patsy's mouth, and that the wind wasn't actually chilled ... actually, it was hot, and her breath was caressing him the way her tongue soon would be.
Angela looked down at her daughter, and then looked at Johnny. "She's a little impulsive, as you can see. Patsy dear, why don't we save that for later. I think Johnny's so tense, and needs to relax so much that we might consider ... something a little more indirect in the way of stimulation ... if you follow my drift."
Patsy stood up. "Not really," she said, "but I'm open to suggestions."
Angela brushed her daughter's face. "Well darling, I feel a little bad about that unpleasantness that took place between us earlier this evening ... I'd like to see if perhaps there's not something I could do that would even things up a little."
"You don't have to apologize, Mom. I was a snot and I admit it."
"I'm not apologizing, dear. But I hurt you, and now I'd like to see if I couldn't perhaps give you a little pleasure...."
She was slowly undoing the clasp at the side of her skirt as she spoke to her daughter. Johnny stared at her body as it was suddenly revealed almost totally to him. She was wearing a pair of incredibly tiny briefs, nearly see through, that simply covered her crotch and ran between her legs....
He was standing to the side of her, and as he looked closely, he realized that unlike Patsy, there was no darkening patch of pubic hair rising up from between her legs.
Angela turned to him and saw that he was staring at her.
"Do you like my pussy, Johnny? Have you ever seen a shaved pussy before?"
Patsy was looking with almost as much interest as Johnny.
"You know, I've never seen it before either," she said, "although I've heard about it."
Angela gave her daughter a wry grin.
"Yes ... I suppose you have, haven't you."
She slowly peeled the briefs down her body, letting them fall to the floor. She stepped out of them and ran her fingers up the insides of her thighs, up along both of her pussy lips, and then ran them back down again.
"I love to touch my body. Why don't you come here, Johnny, and see if you can understand why."
Johnny reached a tentative hand towards her crotch, and touched her.
It was as if she'd just shaved. There wasn't a single nub to be felt. The skin around her cunt was smooth as a baby's ass.
She smiled as he probed his fingertips around her crotch, and then she reached down, grabbed his wrist and guided his fingers more directly into her slit.
It was warm and wet.
"Feel that?" she asked. "Feel how much juice there is? There's plenty more where that came from."
Then she took his hand away from her crotch and brought it up to her breasts.
"Feel me. Feel my body. Touch me. Tell me that I feel good. I want to hear you say that I feel good!"
He found that it was difficult to say the words. She did feel good, better than he'd ever expected. But he still felt awkward as hell, standing there with his dick hanging out, feeling up the mother of one of his fellow students....
But those were a pair of the finest tits he'd ever seen. The women in magazines had absolutely nothing on this lady. Her nipples were stiff, and seemed to be growing stiffer as he let his fingers close around them.
She really seemed to be enjoying herself. He could tell that she just liked to have her body admired, and it seemed to give her as much pleasure to have Patsy watching her as for him to be doing it.
But he kept bringing his gaze back to that shaved pussy.
Never had he seen anything so wonderful, so amazing, so bizarre! And she was so delicious, so warm so wet! He wanted her, he wanted Patsy, he wanted to slurp up her juice, and he wished that he had two dicks so he could fuck them both at the same time.
Finally, Patsy's mother stepped back, took her daughter by the hand and led her to the couch.
"Come here, Johnny, I want to show you something," said Angela.
Johnny followed uncertainly, and stood off to the side, while Angela had Patsy sit on the couch.
She placed her hand on the inside of each thigh, and gently spread them apart.
"Now scoot down a little ... that's it," she said as Patsy complied with her wishes, do this to me, and I want you to learn correctly."
Johnny remained standing, but Angela laughed at him. "You're too shy. Come on boy, we're all naked here, and we have nothing to hide. This is no time to get shy on us, do you understand?"
She took him by the hand and pulled him down.
He brought his head up close. Patsy's cunt was mere inches from his nose. He could smell a thick scent wafting off her entire pubic area, heavy as earlier, but with a touch more perfume scent. He surmised that she'd taken a shower, but that her pussy, like her mother's, was just naturally juicy. He remembered that afternoon, the first time he'd stuck his fingers inside it, he'd been amazed to feel the juice pouring around his hand.
How, he looked closely and could see that the material of her panties was wet, soaking, actually, and then the imprint of her two lips pouting closely together was easily seen beneath the material.
Angela slipped a finger underneath the elastic of her right leg band and pulled it across Patsy's crotch.
Johnny's cock started to throb as soon as he saw that familiar pussy spring into view.
She was already getting hot and worked up. The flesh around her lips was shiny from her juice, and he could see that her clitoris was erect and sticking between her lips at the top of her slit.
Angela placed her fingers on either side of Patsy's pussy, spread her cunt-lips apart, and as her clit popped fully to attention, she extended the tip of her tongue towards that stiffened bud of tortured nerve endings.
Johnny remembered the workout that he'd given it. It seemed ready for one equally as intense, more in fact. Patsy was insatiable, Johnny was coming to suspect.
He watched closely to see how Angela did it.
She let the tip of her tongue touch the very top of Patsy's clit, and flicked it from side to side. Johnny could see that there was almost no pressure at all.
Her tongue just kept flicking back and forth, with a feather-light touch. He couldn't even see her clit moving from the contact, so slight was it.
But he certainly noticed a reaction.
The second Angela's tongue began to flick across Patsy's clit, the girl's hips started to roll sensuously in counterpoint against her mother's face.
Angela continually pulled back, even though from the very start Patsy was trying to increase the pressure by pushing her hips towards Angela's face.
She continued to flick her tongue back and forth, keeping her head still.
Then, in a variation, she held her tongue rigidly in her mouth and started to shake her head violently back and forth against her daughter's clit.
"Oh momma, that's wonderful, so good, so good ... " she moaned.
Johnny felt the pressure in his balls increase dramatically. He'd never seen two women getting it on before, except in movies and in books. It had always seemed a little strange to him.
But now he realized that it was maybe even more natural than a man and a woman.
Mother and daughter seemed to be two different versions of the same phenomenon.
There was even a strong resemblance between them.
Patsy's breasts were shaking now, quivering harder and harder as her mother's tongue drove her higher and higher into ecstatic flights of pleasure.
Johnny wanted his turn. He wanted to lick that pussy again.
But then, his eyes followed the slim curve of her mother's body, tracing the curve of her back, down to where it split at her buttocks. Her ass was gorgeous, each cheek firm yet dainty and small. He hated big-assed women. Neither of these qualified for that designation.
He reached out and touched Angela.
It felt strange. He wasn't sure if that was what he was supposed to do.
But then, who'd ever said anything about a rule book?
You did whatever you felt like doing.
That's what it was all about, wasn't it?
"Oh, yes, touch me, Johnny, touch my body. Stroke me."
Angela sounded like she really meant it. Her breathing was coming in shorter bursts small tortured gasps that she was able to suck into her lungs every time she pulled her face out of Patsy's cunt to come up for air.
Johnny got up on his knees and studied the naked, perfectly formed body beneath him.
Patsy's two legs extended along either side of her mother's body.
Her pelvis was arched high in the air, so that
Angela's tongue was almost pointing straight down to make contact with her clit.
He focused on the back of Angela's neck. Her hair hung down over one shoulder and he could see part of her neck exposed.
He leaned over and began to nibble at her skin.
He felt her body respond.
She gasped, "Ohhhhh, that's it! Yes, keep it up, please, keep it up."
He licked along the exposed flesh with his tongue, around and up to her left ear lobe.
He let the stiffened tip of his tongue glide easily along the rim of her lobe.
"Less is more," he remembered Patsy telling him.
All right, he thought to himself, let's see how true that is.
He imitated Angela's tongue, the way it had slipped back and forth over Patsy's clit, without the faintest trace of pressure, and almost without making contact at all.
Lightly, ever so lightly!
Angela started to shiver as soon as his tongue touched her, and as he let it run along the entire rim, she began to moan and suddenly a shudder ripped through her.
She pulled away from Patsy's cunt, shuddering and shivering.
"Oh my God, what you're doing to me, boy. That's perfect. You learn fast."
"Yeah ... well, I had a couple of good teachers, I guess."
"You guess? Boy, you damn well better know it!" said Angela jokingly.
Johnny saw that her breasts seemed to be pointing right up at him.
Sort of begging for it, you might say.
He leaned down before she could regain her position at Patsy's crotch, and took one of her nipples into her mouth.
Angela was going to push him away, but then the sensation of his mouth hit her, and she realized just how long it had been since she'd been truly laid, properly.
Her body was one that needed attention, constant attention, and there was no substitute for a good, healthy, willing man. She'd decided that long ago.
Well, she surely seemed to have a willing man here, but whether or not he was as able as she'd want, would remain to be seen.
The fact Was, however, that as long as he was sucking on her tits like that, and doing it so well, she wasn't moving.
Well, now that sort of presented a problem, because Patsy had been well on the way to an earth shattering orgasm. Her mother had a deft touch when it came to licking clits, and her body had been going more and more rigid.
Each flick of Angela's tongue had sent sharp, intense sensations racing all through her daughter's body, and each one had pushed her closer and closer to orgasm.
Which meant that the poor girl was kind of just hanging there in limbo now.
She sat up, saw the situation and immediately got off the sofa and straddled her mother's head, facing down towards her cunt.
She lowered her body down onto Angela's mouth once more, and this time found that her lips and teeth and tongue were working much more furiously than before.
The first had been a demonstration ... one that was enjoyable, no doubt, but a demonstration all the same.
Now, she was feeling the physical results of Johnny's mouth on Angela's tits.
Patsy could tell that it was filling her mother with passion. She was a lot more mindless about sucking her clit, letting her tongue race up into her wet hole, and scraping her teeth all through that swampy mass of pink flesh than she'd been earlier.
Give Johnny credit where it's due, thought Patsy to her self. If this was any indication of his technique, he'd definitely learned his lessons that afternoon well. He must be driving her mother nuts!
Patsy felt her gooey hole just keep getting gooier and gooier and gooier.
She felt her mother's tongue sliding in and out, ripping through the entire length of her slit, and she felt hands pawing at her breasts, although whose hands, Angela's or Johnny's, she couldn't have said.
She only felt the probing fingers, the sharp edge of the nails scraping along her skin ... it felt good, it felt exciting, if made her feel like she was truly experiencing things for a change.
"Oh, yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes," she moaned, feeling her mother's tongue start a particularly rapid fluttering motion inside her pussy.
"It feels wonderful," she moaned, and felt her entire body starting to respond.
Johnny felt it too, for her thigh was pressed right against his face.
He also felt her mother's body responding, even though the only direct stimulation she was receiving was the nipple that he was sucking on.
She must really love getting her tits sucked. But then, that's something that every woman loves. He guessed it was because that was the first thing that they start letting guys do to them. Long before they let their dates get their fingers wet, and years before they're fucking them, they're letting them suck on their tits.
Hell, even Mary Ellen Rogers let him suck on her tits.
But a woman like Angela needed something more. Something far more than just getting her tits sucked.
That was all right, sort of as a warm up.
But she'd be waiting for the main course, and she would not want to be disappointed.
Not fucking hardly.
Yesterday, he'd have felt inadequate to the task.
Tonight, he still wasn't sure of himself. But he was willing to try, and that was the main thing.
He started to stroke further down on her body, letting the tips of his fingers drift over her stomach, which he could feel fluttering in response to his touch, down, further, further, till he was touching her naked pussy lips.
They were delicious to his touch!
It had never occurred to him that women actually shaved their pussies, outside of fuck flicks, that is.
But this pussy was naked as a baby's, and it was the strangest thing, and. the most fascinating thing he'd ever encountered with women.
All right, all right, there hadn't been all that many things that he'd encountered with women, he knew, but he had a feeling that a naked pussy might well remain one of the strangest.
She began to dramatically increase the motion of her hips as soon as he started to touch her pussy.
He went right for her clitoris, locating it easily between her lips, and felt around to make sure that he had the dimensions right.
He'd only read about clits. Until this afternoon when he'd slipped his finger into Patsy's wet slit, he'd never actually come in contact with one.
They were still very strange creatures to him.
Tiny.
So tiny, it was hard for him to believe that they could produce all that passionate lust all through a woman's body.
And they weren't all that easy to pin down.
They seemed to be buried underneath lots of layers of flesh, and all kinds of gooey feeling membranes, and it wasn't all that easy to tell exactly where they stopped and the rest of her pussy began.
He remembered that Angela had pulled Patsy's lips apart.
That was the best idea, just follow what she'd done, and he couldn't go wrong.
He finally let her nipple slip out of her mouth, and began to lick his way down her body, feeling her respond to every tactile stimulation.
He licked across the flat plain of her stomach, and once again felt her abdomen fluttering as the muscles went into spasmodic contractions from the arousal.
He came closer and closer to her pussy, and then, saw the flesh of her body begin to split. It was a totally absorbing sight, a phenomenon that he couldn't quite come to terms with, that fact that women's bodies actually opened up ... it didn't quite seem right ... but who was he to argue?
Someone with far greater insight than he had planned things that way, and it would be all he could handle to just come to terms with the situation.
As her flesh split into two thick lips, each one a darker shade of red than the skin surrounding it, he began to see that her juices were coating the entire area, growing thicker and slicker and more oily the further down her slit he examined.
It seemed to be some kind of separate organism, with a life of its own.
It moved, each lip pressing against the other one, and then releasing the tension, as if it was breathing, or perhaps chewing.
He knew what he'd love for it to be chewing, and pretty soon, he'd stick it in, and let it go to work.
But first, he wanted to study it more.
He'd never imagined that a pussy could be so complicated!
Layer after layer of glistening pink membranes, all folded on themselves, and tightly compacted into the small space between her legs, for maximum efficiency.
He slid a finger along the surface of her slit.
She moaned and her hips shook.
She tried to say something, but her mouth was too filled with Patsy's pussy, and she gave up.
Johnny slipped his finger in further, and when it met resistance, he ran it along her membranes until he came to the opening buried within her inner lips.
He spread her outer lips a little, until he could see all of her flaming pink flesh, and then he let his finger slip in.
It went in all the way to his knuckles, and he still hadn't touched the back wall.
"You're bottomless," he told her.
She chuckled. "That's why I need a real man to service me. Do you think you'll fill the bill?"
"Why don't you ask Patsy? She's already felt my cock in her."
"He's pretty good," Patsy agreed, " but then, I've got a smaller pussy than you do, Mother."
"How do you know," said Angela.
"Because I'm younger, that's why. I haven't developed enough yet."
"You haven't fucked as much either," added Angela, "but I can see you're going to remedy that pretty quick. I wish I'd gotten as early a start. I think of all those years I wasted...."
Johnny couldn't imagine that they'd had a fight that day. They seemed to be such a happy mother/daughter team. They really seemed to enjoy each other's company.
He had to admit that he enjoyed their company too.
In fact, he couldn't remember when he'd enjoyed anyone's company so much.
Truth was, the boy was totally bamboozled. He didn't know what he was doing. If they'd told him he was the King of Siam, he'd most likely have grinned, nodded, and agreed with them. So long as they kept letting him get to those pussies of theirs.
He was like a little kid in a chocolate factory.
He was like a priest who dies and finds out that there really is a heaven.
He was a politician with enough vote.
He was a gladiator who's just offered the last lion.
He was soaring.
He was out of his fucking head!
And he had cunt juice all over his fingers, and more was spilling over her thighs and rubbing all over his wrists and arms, and even though he at first thought that it was unfortunate that sex had to be so messy, he quickly realized that that was a good part of the attraction.
Damn straight it was messy!
It was gooey, and it was slippery, and it was oily, and it was all about bodily fluids and things you never brought up in polite company, and when you got right down to it, it stank real bad, particularly when you got around an ass-hole that hadn't been washed in a day or two.
But ... well, who cares?
That's the point of it all! WHO THE FUCK CARES!! !
Johnny learned real fast that he'd better not care, not if he wanted to keep up with these two crazy ladies.
Angela was shaking her body all over the place, and he was only managing to hit her clit every two or three strokes of his finger, but every time he felt it (he'd caught on that it was the hard little nub in the midst of all that soft mushy pink flesh) underneath his fingers, he also felt her body give a lurch that suggested perhaps live wires being inserted in each of her nipples, or perhaps a hot iron rod sliding up her cunt.
Certainly nothing so simple and tame as just brushing his fingertip over that hard little bud ...
But that's what it was, and once more he felt totally dumb and stupid when it came to women's bodies. He didn't understand them, didn't know his way. around them, didn't think he ever would, and realized that until he got a bit more knowledgeable about them, he'd feel like a dumbshit fool mother-fucker.
Motherfucker.
Now there was a word, and one that he was suddenly seeing in a totally new light. Motherfucker.
That's just about what he was, wasn't it?
Patsy's mother, anyway.
With her shaved pussy, dripping juice all over the place, and his stiff cock, throbbing and pounding....
Yeah ... he didn't see any way around it. He was going to have to fuck her.
Which was a relief. He'd been afraid that there might be a logical reason why he couldn't.
Her hips were rolling wildly now, up and down, back and forth.
The room was filled with the sound of wet cunts, aroused cunts, flaming cunts, hot buttered cunts.
It was thick, almost as thick as the grunts and groans that were pouring out of Patsy's and Angela's mouths.
Each was drifting off into oblivion. Patsy hadn't changed her position over Angela's body since she lowered her pussy onto her mother's mouth.
Angela seemed content to lick her daughter's cunt as long as her own pussy got the same treatment.
Or similar treatment.
Johnny wanted to stick his cock in there, but he was afraid that he might come to quickly.
He remembered the squeeze technique that Patsy had been forced to use on him, and it had worked real well, but he didn't want to have to ask her to do it again.
He wanted to be able to fuck both these women, and do it right, without having to rely on their assistance.
No one wanted to have to do something like that.
So, he held off a while longer, and instead pulled Angela's shaved lips apart the way he'd seen her do to her daughter.
They opened like a new flower.
It was a beautiful sight. He simply stared for long moments, totally enthralled by the sight of a real live genuine cunt.
Then, he lowered his mouth to her clit, which was standing up straight and erect.
He could almost feel it quivering and throbbing and aching beneath his touch.
Angela emitted a loud, tortured gasp, pausing in her treatment of Patsy's pussy.
Then, she let another one escape her lips.
Patsy could tell that she was rapidly moving past the point of conscious control
Looking around, she saw that Johnny's cock was standing up straight in the air.
Running down the sides were thick veins, deep blue, with offshoots wrapping all the way around the shaft.
His glans, turning an ever darker shade of purple, was mushroom shaped and quite an enticement.
"Johnny, I'm going to suck your cock. I hope you don't mind."
She didn't wait for an answer, but instead moved off of her mother's face and leaned down to Johnny's enormous tool.
She shifted her body around, moving her cunt down next to her mother's, and when he opened his eyes again, Johnny saw himself faced with not one, but two pussies.
Both were wide open.
Both were dripping a thick flow of juice.
Both were a deep flaming red, and seemed to be hot to the touch.
He maneuvered Patsy's thighs to a certain angle in relation to her mother's and then, with the angle of attack perfect, began to alternate clits.
He first licked Patsy's and then shifted to her mother's. Surprisingly, both tasted similar. Perhaps, he thought, that was because they were mother and daughter, but he also thought that it was just the way cunts tasted. He would have to find out as soon as possible.
He felt Patsy's lips once again lock around his cock, taking the entire length of his shaft into her mouth.
He hadn't realized how hot he'd gotten, but as soon as he felt her lips on him, his entire body was wracked by a wave of sensation that left him dazed.
He lay his head back onto the carpet, closed his eyes, and brought his hands up to the two pussies that were in front of him.
He inserted several lingers into each, finding that Patsy's pussy was tighter, but that it also seemed to be a little wetter, making it easier to slide his fingers around inside her.
He began to stretch the walls of their pussies, inserting two, then three, and then four fingers into each flared cunt that was before him.
He felt the insides of their cunt walls, felt the juice that was spilling out of them, listen with joy to their combined moans. He felt hips rolling, hips undulating, hips grinding against his two hands, pushing against him, and as he pushed back, it only caused the moans filling the room to increase in intensity, filling every space with a sense of sexual heat that was overwhelming.
He felt his balls starting to quiver, felt them filling, getting more and more intense into the feeling of pressure, the sensation of ecstasy that was getting ready to simply boil over.
He was slipping further and further away from any feeling of conscious control, fueled by the slurping tongue wrapped around his cock, and by the heat of Patsy's cunt and her mother's cunt, their moan, the movement of their bodies....
Everyone came at the same time.
Suddenly, Patsy's body went rigid, and she cried out with a long wail of anguish. That seemed to trigger the same response in Angela, although she seemed to be much more adept at both increasing the intensity of her orgasm and prolonging it. Her muscle movements were far more complex than Patsy's, and she rolled her hips in such a way as to increase the direct stimulation on her clitoris, causing her screams to increase in intensity.
Patsy's orgasm caused her to gasp for breath, and then her jaw began to work wildly, uncontrollably, biting, chewing, jerking and sucking on his cock.
He was too near the edge to hold back under such an assault.
He felt his jism start to bubble up, felt it hit the shaft of his cock, and then, there seemed to be a literal explosion inside his body as it hit him full force.
He felt wave after wave of orgasmic fury roll over him, each contraction of his cock sending gobs and gobs of hot cum rushing into Patsy's mouth.
"Don't swallow it," her mother instructed her, pausing a moment in her own spasms, and so Patsy let his spunk fill her mouth.
Then, Angela surprised Johnny a final time. After all of them had begun to ease away from their peaks, and seemed to be regaining some form of comprehension and awareness, she looked over at her daughter.
She placed her hands behind Patsy's neck and drew their mouths together.
Johnny watched in total fascination as Patsy and her mother let his jism flow back and forth from one mouth to the the other.
Finally, they both swallowed it, and lovingly licked each other's lips clean.
Then, they all three collapsed onto the carpet, breathing deeply, sounds of contented exhaustion slipping from each of them.
Finally, Angela looked over at Johnny.
"Well, I can only surmise that you enjoyed yourself ... at least I hope you did. But I have to tell you ... you've been very, very instrumental in reestablishing a rapport between Patsy and myself that has been missing for years. And for that, I must tell you, I'll be forever in your debt."
"What she's telling you is that you can come back and fuck her if you want."
"Patsy, you don't have to be so crude."
"Sure I do. You are, and you know it."
Johnny looked from one to the other as they bantered back and forth.
Then he fell back on the rug.
It would take him a long time to piece this evening together in a way that he'd be able to understand.
Life sure was strange.