Sucker For Mom 2.

Sheila couldn’t help herself. She felt her hips gyrating almost
imperceptibly, felt her ass moving against the hard seat. She had been
hot and horny for far too long, had done without a cock for too many
years, had longed for her young son far too long.
She felt as if all her pent-up lusts were about to be unleashed,
felt as if the slightest spark could kindle a fire of passion that could
consume her. If only she hadn’t entered the theater! If only she had
controlled herself and had walked back to her car! But it was too late
now, and she knew that she had to suffer the consequences of her lust,
no matter how embarrassing.
Sheila pressed her legs together tightly, as if she could quiet her
twat by clamping her legs over her pussy. But it was impossible to stop
her pussy from having its way now.
She wished she had her plastic dildo now, wished that she were
alone in her silky bed, wished that she were naked and writhing with
lust. She knew that the theater was dark and buried in shadows. But
there were men all about her, men who were watching her out of the
corners of their eyes.
Would they see her if she let her hand fall to her lap? Would they
see her if she slowly gathered her dress between her legs and began
moving her long practiced fingers against her wet seething cunt? Did she
dare finger-fuck her cunt in the presence of all those horny men? It was
dangerous and depraved. She had to try it!
Her fingers seemed to descend between her trembling legs on their
own volition, as if drawn to the warmth of her twat. She felt her dress
moving up slowly as it was gathered between her legs, exposing her knees
then her thighs.
Her eyes flashed with lust, darting here and there, trying to see
if she was being noticed. The more she played with her cunt the more she
became aware of the men around her. In the darkness of the theater she
thought she saw the man next to her moving his hand over his lap. The
more she concentrated on the man the more excited she became. The man
next to her wasn’t a man at all! It was a boy who sat on her right!
Her mind flashed with excitement when she realized that the boy
next to her was probably no older than fifteen or sixteen.
He was jacking off!
Surely the boy knew that she was sitting next to him! Surely he
knew that she could see him clearly enough out of the corner of her eye.
The boy seemed to be concentrating on the action on the screen while
beating himself off.
Sheila wished she could take his big young prick in her hand and
finish the job for him. She wished she could rub his cock up and down
until his hot young sperm spurted all over the seat in front of him. The
more she thought about it the more the idea seemed within possibility.
If the boy was willing to haul out his big thick prick and
masturbate so near her, perhaps he wouldn’t mind her fingers on his
cock. Did she have the nerve to drop her hand on the boy’s lap? Did she
have the nerve to approach this boy who seemed to be tempting her with
his nasty act?
Sheila felt her hand rising from her own lap where her fingers had
been moving against her sensitive cunt, felt her hand moving slowly
toward the young boy’s lap. She took a deep breath and shifted her
position on the seat, half facing the boy. She heard the boy’s hand
making slurping sounds as it ran up and down the slickened shaft of his
cock. Her hand was incredibly close to the boy’s erection, felt the heat
of it.
Sheila gasped suddenly as her fingers wrapped around his erect
shaft, gasped as if she hadn’t really expected her hand to wrap around
his dick.
Sheila grasped the kid’s cock hard. She heard the boy moan softly
when he felt her warm hand replacing his own on his slippery prick. He
didn’t seem too surprised by her sudden participation in his
masturbatory activities, a fact that assured her that he had been
tempting her all the time.
She felt as if she were being watched, as if every eye in the house
were on her, but she didn’t care. She wanted the boy desperately and she
was going to have him, no matter how public her nasty act was, no matter
how depraved. If the boy wanted it, so did she.
The boy didn’t say a word as she began slowly stroking his jutting
cock up and down. He dropped his hands to his knees and let her jack him
off to her heart’s content, breathing heavily as the hot-assed older
woman made his balls feel like hot coals.
Sheila rubbed her thumb over the underside of the boy’s aching
cock, making him jump each time her thumb ran over his ultra-sensitive
flesh. The hot cock seemed to get harder and harder by the second,
seemed to grow and grow as if it would never reach its full length and
thickness. It arched up and out, reaching for the ceiling it seemed.
Sheila’s hand was sopping wet with the boy’s slippery pre-seminal
oozings. Her cunt was wet too, wet with the oozings of her own pussy
fluids.
Sheila’s mouth was wet and longing to suck the boy’s cock deep into
her throat. Staring into the boy’s lap, she could almost taste his big
dick in her mouth. It had been so long since she had had a strong cock
in her mouth, so long since she had tasted saltiness of pre-cum, so long
since she had felt the hot blood pounding in a man’s cock. Not since she
had divorced her husband had she really abandoned herself to the urgings
of her lusts, and now she was doing the most depraved things imaginable
in full view of dozens of dirty-minded men.
Sheila was still jerking the boy off eagerly when he shifted in his
seat until he faced her more directly. Sheila took his movement as an
invitation to go even farther with her sexual activities.
Her mouth watering for hot cock, she bent over the boy’s lap,
moving her lovely face closer and closer to the dripping shaft of his
prick. She dared to look up at the face of the boy whose cock she was
about to suck and saw a nasty boyish grin that made her cunt twitch.
Without saying a word, she moved her face into his lap, grazing the
lips of his cockhead with her tongue, tasting the droplet of pre-cum
that she had caused to ooze from his cockhole by running her thumb up
the underside of his rod.
The young boy sat bolt upright when he felt Sheila’s warm mouth
closing around the shaft of his dripping dick. He reached out and
grabbed the back of the lovely older woman’s head, forcing her down into
his lap, forcing her to take even more of his throbbing cock into her
mouth.
Sheila knew from his total lack of self-consciousness that the
young boy had had a great deal of sexual experience. She felt the force
of his strong and self-assured hands against the back of her head, felt
his wild urgency as he pressed her head into his lap.
The boy’s open zipper scratched against her silken cheeks as he
forced her face into his lap. His wiry black pubic hair rubbed against
her forehead. She felt the animal heat of his straining lower body, felt
it rising from his hot balls. She inhaled the masculine scent of his
balls, was almost overcome by it. It was all too much for her.
At first the horny Sheila had participated willingly, almost
desperately, in the nasty activities with the young stranger. When she
began to feel the real strength of the young stud, however, she began to
have second thoughts about the depraved act she was committing so openly
in the crowded theater.
When she felt the boy’s urgency, she began to lose the feeling of
self-assuredness that had made her plunge headlong into the dizzying
whirlpool of her lusts. The boy was suddenly too strong, too manly, too
forceful, too much like her former husband, the man she had learned to
loathe.
Sheila suddenly regretted having allowed her eyes to fall to the
boy’s lap in the first place, regretted having entered the shadowy
theater. She was finding it difficult to breathe as the boy began
bucking his lean young ass, forcing more and more of his thick cock down
her grasping throat.
Every time his prick-head banged against the back of her throat she
nearly choked on the huge cock. Desperately, she tried to raise her head
off the boy’s jutting cock, but to no avail.
The harder she tried to pull off his prick the harder he held her
fast on it. She tried to sit up, but even that effort failed her. The
boy was bent on face-fucking her until she strangled on his sperm.
She was terrified. She tried to scream out her fear, but even that
was impossible, the kid’s big cock was so tightly crammed into her
mouth.
As if her impaling were not enough, Sheila suddenly became aware of
something warm on her leg. A hand! She felt her stomach knot suddenly.
Still trying desperately to raise herself up off the boy’s lap, she
tried to see out of the corner of her eye whose hand had fallen on her
naked leg. The more she struggled, the farther her dress rucked up,
baring more and more of her dark satiny legs. The hand on her bare flesh
gripped her more and more tightly, squeezing her shaking leg and moving
farther and farther up along her thigh. It wasn’t long before the rough
hand had found its way all the way to the damp crotch of her panties.
Sheila felt the man’s big rough hand kneading the soft jiggling
flesh of her upper legs near the crotch of her flimsy garment. Fingers
began scratching at the wet gauzy covering. It was a strange feeling,
this mixture of intense fear and burning sexual excitement. For, as
terrified as Sheila was, she could still not control the tingling,
itching sensations in her eager twat.
She tried to look up at the boy, tried to see what expression was
on his face now that he had her where he wanted her. He let her raise
herself up off his cock just far enough to look down at her lovely face.
A broad wicked grin spread over the kid’s face as he stared into
her eyes-brimming with tears. She knew that she would be shown no mercy
by the lecherous young punk.
“I gotta get me some of that stuff too, kid!” Sheila heard a deep
voice growl behind her.
“Help yourself, man! She’s a horny bitch! There’s plenty of her to
go around!” The boy laughed, looking behind him at a rough-looking man
of forty or so.
Sheila gasped when she realized what was about to happen to her. It
couldn’t be true! She had to be dreaming a horrible nightmare! Was she
really about to be cruelly raped by the shadowy figures whose eyes had
been eating her up while she masturbated and sucked the boy? The
revulsion she felt when two powerful men grabbed her and held her fast
was horrible beyond description.
Sheila felt herself being lifted and laid over the arm of the seat
next to her, felt her legs draped over the arm and spread open roughly
by one of the many heavily breathing men who had suddenly gathered
around her. The boy whose cock she had been sucking so eagerly only
moments before stood up and watched while the crowd of horny men
surrounded her.
Sheila struggled desperately, but to no avail. Any one of the men
would have been too powerful to resist. Now she was about to be raped by
several men at once. Her mind reeled with terror.
She screamed when she felt her dress being torn away, exposing her
naked tits. She shivered with fear when she felt what was left of her
dress being rucked up violently, exposing her naked legs and the crotch
of her panties.
Strong hands grabbed her tits, squeezing big handfuls of yielding
tit-flesh. Eager fingers held her legs, held her hard while other hands
roved up and down her inner thighs.
She tried to scream out her terror again and again, but each time
she tried, a hard hand clamped over her face and held her down. She
could see the boy, whose cock had tempted her, standing in the shadows
and beating himself off leisurely while the other men had their fun with
her. She tried to scream again when she felt a hot hand clamp over her
crotch.
Shivers ran up and down her spine when she felt fingers scratching
against the damp crotch of her gauzy panties. Her cunt twitched and
tingled inside in spite of her efforts to control herself. Even as she
writhed in fear and loathing, her responsive cunt began to regain
control of her emotions. In spite of her attempts to resist the warming
sensations between her legs, she was slowly but undeniably melting,
slowly giving in to the wildness between her legs.
“Hey, buddy, I think this little bitch likes it! How ’bout that!
She likes havin’ her goddamn clothes torn off her! Her fuckin’ cunt’s
gettin’ wet!” one of the men said with a dirty sneer.
“I gotta get a closer look at that cunt!” another of the rapists
growled, tugging her panties down and staring at the furry nest of her
dark delicious twat.
Sheila tensed. She felt her pouting cuntlips being spread open,
felt the raggedy flesh of her pussy-lips being pulled apart by hard
fingers bent on violating her in the most depraved way possible. She
felt incredibly helpless as the men explored her naked pussy so
lecherously.
“Jesus Christ! What a fuckin’ pussy! Nice and juicy! She’s gonna
love it, men! Goddamn!” a tall man laughed as he played with Sheila’s
wet cunt.
Sheila felt a long eager finger pushing between her twat-lips and
entering the hot-pink gash of her pussy. The finger pushed all the way
inside her, crooking and scraping against the wet flesh of her inner
cunt. She tried to control herself, but the sensations the man’s finger
inspired ,in her pussy were just too much for her. Her twat was growing
hotter and hotter by the second, and the heartless rapists seemed to be
well aware of her condition.
“Shit, she’s got a tight cunt! I can feel that fucker workin’ on my
goddamn fuck-finger, you guys! Damn she’s tight!”
“Tight and tasty?” another voice chimed in.
“Don’t know ’bout tasty, man! Why don’t you taste while I finger-
fuck the bitch?” the tall man suggested, beginning to stroke his finger
in and out of her grasping twat.
“Good fuckin’ idea! Gimme room, men! I’m gonna take a little
taste!” a short burly man in a T-shirt said.
“No, no, please!” Sheila cried, her voice muffled by a heavy hand
over her mouth. “Don’t do that to me! Please!”
“Shut up, bitch! You asked for this, baby, and you’re gonna get
it!” the barrel-chested man roared. “You sure liked suckin’ that kid’s
dick, lady! Well, cunt, now you’re gonna get some from a real man!”
“Yeah, bitch, that was real cute! Suckin’ a kid’s dick! Beatin’ him
off like that! Goddamn, woman, he’s only a boy! Shit, baby, he’s young
enough to be your fuckin’ son! Don’t tell us a hot cunt like you is
scared of real men! That it? Get your kicks by fuckin’ boys?”
A rough hand squeezed Sheila’s tits, making her nipples stiff and
excited.
“No! I … I didn’t … I mean … I … I’m afraid …” Sheila
cried.
“You like this, baby?” the burly man asked with a sneer on his
face, burying his face between her writhing legs and pressing his lips
against her wet pussy.
“No! No! I … no … oh God … oh … ohhhhhhhhhhh!” Sheila
sobbed, feeling herself giving in to her blazing sexual excitement.
“Yeah! Sure! She loves it all right! Look at them eyes, you guys!
Look at them fuckin’ eyes! Them’s whore’s eyes!” another onlooker said,
standing on one of the seats behind her, looking down on her from his
vantage point.
“Damn right! Cheap little slut! Let’s show her a good time!”
another tall man said.
Sheila’s cunt sucked at the short burly man’s impaled tongue;
sucked at it in spite of herself. The tall man’s finger was still buried
between her legs. He rubbed her tits with one hand while he finger-
fucked her cunt with the other. She was held down by at least three
other men, held down hard and fast while they used her at will.
“Like big dicks, baby? Like ’em? Like ’em? Answer me, little
bitch!”
“No! No! Don’t! Please!” Sheila screamed.
“You’re lyin’, bitch! You like big dicks don’t you? Come on, slut,
admit it! You like big hard cocks! You like to suck on ’em and take ’em
up your goddamn twat! Right? Right?” the man rasped, moving up against
her face, pressing his swelling crotch against her cheek.
“No! No! Oh God! Don’t! Please! Please! Leave me alone! You
animals! You filthy animals!” Sheila cried bitterly.
“Sure, bitch, we’re all animals! We’re gonna fuck you like an
animal too! Scared of men huh? That’s wild! How ’bout a lesson or two,
baby? How ’bout suckin’ a big man’s cock?”
“Sure, man, give the bitch a taste! God she’s got a tasty pussy!
You give her your cock and I’ll suck her twat!” the burly man between
her legs said, his lips grazing the lips of her musky cunt.
“Sure, man, get it out! Get that fucker out and let the bitch eat
it! She sucks damn good!” the heartless young boy snickered, still
beating himself off slowly, working his tight balls into a frenzy while
he watched the older woman being cruelly violated. Chapter 5 Sheila tried desperately to move her face when the rapist unzipped
his tight Levi’s and hauled out a huge half-hard length of cock. Sheila
shivered when he grabbed his rubbery dick and rubbed the hot thing
against her cheek. The monstrous uncircumcised cock grew and grew as he
rubbed it against her silken face. She tried to pull away, but someone
held her head fast and hard.
The lips against her twat were working wildly now, driving her
crazy with uncontrollable sexual heat. Her pussy ran with musky cunt-
juice, wetting the man’s lips, making him hungrier and hungrier for her
tasty cunt.
She wished she could close her legs, wished she could roll over and
hide her naked cunt from the cruel men, wished she could escape their
mad manipulations, but at the same time she loved the sensations they
inspired in her.
Sheila was uncertain when the strange change came over her, the
change from seething fear to seething sexual heat. Perhaps she really
was a loose slut. Perhaps the terrible things the men were saying about
her were true after all. Perhaps she really wanted to be violated by all
of them at once.
Her mind reeling, she felt herself succumbing to the heat between
her legs.
The lips and tongue between her legs were pressing against the
seething wet gash of her twat. She heard slurping sounds as the short
muscular man between her legs ate her out.
She inhaled the heady masculine scent of the man’s huge hardening
prick and swelling balls. She felt the tall man’s finger moving around
inside her pussy, making her cunt twitch and tingle with lust, felt his
hand moving over her swelling tits, tingling her hard little nipples.
“Look at that cunt! She’s warmin’ up all right! See that? Look at
her squirm! Look at her!” a voice from the shadows said.
“Sure, you guys, sure, she’s gettin’ hot! How could she help it? No
horny bitch can resist a big cock like this fucker!” the strong towering
man growled, still rubbing his cock against Sheila’s face.
She stared up at the huge cock as the foreskin peeled back all by
itself. The head of the man’s dick swelled until it was almost as large
as a child’s fist. It wasn’t long before the big thing was incredibly
stiff and thick.
The man pushed the organ down against her upturned lips, rubbing
the underside of it against her. Sheila began to feel the man’s slippery
pre-seminal fluid oozing from the head of his prick, wetting her pretty
lips and spreading over her chin as he rubbed his cock against her skin.
“Come on, bitch, admit it! You like this dick, don’t you? Huh?
Don’t you, baby? Come on, bitch!” the rough muscular stud growled,
slapping her face with the back of his hand.
“No … no … I … no…”
“You like dick! Huh? Like that fucker? Like it?” he roared again,
pushing his bulging cock-head hard against her lips.
“Oh God … I … like … like it…” she groaned softly, afraid
to resist the men-now.
“Say it, baby! Say you like dick! Come on! Say you like cock!” the
tall hard-cocked stud growled.
“I … I like cock … I like cock…” she cried desperately.
“Wanna suck it? Huh?” the man insisted, balling his fist and
threatening to hit her.
“Yes! Yes! Oh God! Anything! Just leave me alone! Please leave me
alone!” Sheila cried.
“That’s not convincing enough, baby! Beg for it! C’mon, bitch, beg!
Beg!” the horny stud roared, shaking her hard.
“Yes, I’ll beg for it! Please … let … let me … let me suck it
… please …” she cried weakly.
“Louder, baby! Let me hear it!” he growled down at her.
“Please let me suck your … your cock!” she cried as loudly as she
could.
“Yeah! That’s better! Now you’re talkin’! You’re gonna get the
mouthful of your cocksuckin’ life, baby!” he rasped. “Take it! Take that
fucker and suck the cum right out of it, baby! And you better suck it
good!”
Sheila opened her mouth reluctantly and let the horny man push his
bulging dick-head into her face. She tried to remain motionless at
first, afraid to excite him any more than he had excited himself
already, afraid of what he might do to her if he got any hornier.
When he realized that he wasn’t about to get a good blow job unless
he forced her, he rubbed his dick against her teeth and pushed it into
her mouth until she choked on it.
Coughing and gasping for breath, Sheila began working her tongue
over the head of the man’s bulging hot cock. She had to make him happy,
no matter what the consequences.
Sheila watched as the big man swung his legs over her and straddled
her struggling body, forcing his monstrous cock into her mouth. She
watched him push down his tight pants and grab his balls, squeezing hard
on them while he face-fucked her with a passion. His balls slapped up
against her chin each time he stroked into her face.
Rivulets of pre-seminal fluid flowed down her throat as his cock
grew harder and harder and his balls grew hotter and hotter. Sheila
could hardly swallow all the pre-cum his huge cock pumped into her
mouth. She wondered how she could possibly swallow the enormous volume
of his wad if he ever shot it into her throat.
“I gotta get my cock up this bitch’s twat!” the rough muscular man
between her legs roared. “If you think you like havin’ your pussy
sucked, baby, you wait ’til you feel this prick in your belly!” He
unzipped his pants and pulled out a short but incredibly thick prick.
Sheila couldn’t see the man’s enormously thick cock between her
widespread legs. When she felt the hard head of the thick prick pressing
between the gaping lips of her seething cunt, she cried out loud. She
sucked in her breath when she felt the man shove his hard-on all the way
into her sucking twat.
She trembled when her responsive twat grasped the man’s hard shaft
and held it in a vise-like grip. It was the first time in three years
that she had had a cock in her pussy. It was a feeling that even in her
state of terror she had to admit was an enjoyable one.
She felt her pussy sucking at the man’s stiff plug of flesh,
sucking it deeper and deeper into her cunt. She felt the man moving back
and forth against her, felt him moving with the rocking motion that she
had missed.
She was to discover, however, that this man cared not at all
whether or not she was comfortable in her helpless position, cared not
at all whether or not she enjoyed the sensations that continued to build
in her hot cunt.
His pistoning movements became rougher and rougher by the second.
She felt her tight cunt being stretched by the bulging head of his huge
cock, felt his balls slapping up against her crotch, felt his rough
denim pants rubbing against her naked legs, felt his belt buckle
slapping cold and hard against her skin.
“Goddamn! This bitch really loves gettin’ it like this! I can feel
that goddamn cunt suckin’ away on my dick like a fuckin’ mouth! You like
it rough, baby? You like it rough and hard? Well, slut, you’re gonna get
it! You’re gonna get it right now!” the horny fucker screamed, banging
his stubby cock against her delicate cunt-flesh, making her entire body
shake.
Only gurgling sounds escaped Sheila’s throat when she tried to cry
out her suffering and fear. A thick cock was stuffed into her cunt while
another was jammed into her throat. She felt filled to the bursting
point with hot cock-meat. She closed her eyes and let her long submerged
lusts carry her away in a flood of sensation.
She felt her orgasm rising within her, felt the charge of
electrical excitement building up inside her. The harder the two men
fucked her, the closer she came to a mind-bending flash deep inside her
wet cunt. She tried to hold back, tried even now to hide the lusts that
were building within her. She knew now that the men recognized the signs
of passion, recognized that she was hot and getting hotter by the
second.
She could feel her body writhing, could feel her pelvis slowly
gyrating, grinding her sopping wet pussy against the man’s groin. She
could feel her throat grasping at the other man’s hard cock, could feel
herself sucking at his prick.
“Fuck her! Fuck the shit out of her! I’m gonna fuck the bitch
between the tits!” the tall man rasped, straddling her shaking body and
resting his long prick in the crevice between her bulging breasts.
The tall man rocked back and forth in rhythm with the man in front
of him, fucking Sheila’s tits with a passion, grabbing the yielding
globes and crushing them up against his hard dick. Sheila felt her tits
grow wet with pre-seminal fluid as the man worked himself off on her
warm silken body.
Sheila was terribly uncomfortable with two heavy men straining
against her, but her discomfort was slowly being overcome by her
incredibly hot lust for a wild fuck. Her eyes blazing with excitement,
she looked around her at all the hard cocks that surrounded her now.
Men were jacking themselves off and pointing their hard cocks down
toward her, as if preparing to shoot their sperm all over her naked
form. She felt hard slippery cocks rubbing against her flesh, pressing
against every square inch of her body, making her flesh tingle all over
as their animal heat saturated her.
“Oh yeah! Yeah, bitch! Now you’re gettin’ it! Now you’re gettin’
hot! Suck that goddam dick, bitch! Harder! Deep! Come on, slut! Eat that
meat, bitch! Deeper! Suck it down!” the man growled, face-fucking the
beautiful woman harder and harder.
“I’m gonna squirt all over your tits, bitch! I’m gonna cream your
goddam tits!” the tall man said through gritted teeth, bucking his ass
against her bulging breasts.
“You’re gonna get a load up your twat too, little lady! I’m gonna
shoot a gallon of cum right up into your pretty little belly! Squeeze
that dick in there, bitch! Squeeze it! Work it! Work it! Like it? Like
it?!” the man between her spread legs roared.
Sheila worked the muscles of her seething twat against the
stranger’s prick. She felt the stiff shaft of his meat rubbing against
her hot little clit, driving her wild inside. She had somehow learned to
accommodate herself to the man’s bulging cock in her throat. She was
almost beginning to enjoy having his big prick buried in her throat. The
taste and scent of his cock and balls were making her hot and hungry for
more of his meat.
“You ready for this, slut! Comin’ into a place like this all by
yourself! You musta been ready for this all day! Well, bitch, you’re
gonna get it now! You’re gonna get some cum outa my big dick! You
swallow this, baby! You drink it all down! Here it comes! Take your
goddam medicine, whore! Here it comes, baby! Here it fuckin’ comes!” the
man rasped as his balls exploded.
Sheila tried to hold her breath when she felt the man’s huge cock
suddenly stiffen and swell. She hadn’t thought that a cock could grow so
suddenly and grow so monstrous. She felt it snap up hard and unyielding
against the roof of her sucking mouth. She felt the man’s legs stiffen
as his load shot through the long shaft of his cock.
Sheila knew that she should be afraid now that he was about to
strangle her with unending spurts of cum, but she felt nothing but lust.
She knew that she should be revolted, but revulsion was somehow the
farthest thing from her horny mind.
All she could think about at the moment was the fact that all the
men seemed to be coming at once. They were all around her, men with
stiff lust-hardened cocks, grinning down at her wickedly, their eyes
glittering with passion. When she thought of all the hot charges of
sexual electricity that were about to flash between the men’s straining
legs, her own orgasm fluttered between her satiny legs.
They were all coming! And they were all coming for her! Her mind
reeled.
“I’m comin’, you guys! I’m gonna fill her fuckin’ twat! Take it!
Take my goddamn cum right up your cunt! You know, bitch, you’re even
better than my fuckin’ wife! Come on her, you guys! Squirt that shit all
over the hot little slut!”
Sheila suddenly felt a hot shot of cum splatter against the back of
her impaled throat, a hot shot of cum that was followed immediately by
another and another. She struggled to swallow all of the thick wad that
shot down-her throat, but to no avail. The hot thick stuff filled her
mouth and dribbled from the corners of her lips, running down over her
chin and throat, making long white trails all the way to her tits.
Sheila felt the muscular fucker between her legs suddenly redouble
his fucking pace as his balls tensed. She longed to feel his sperm
blasting into her sucking twat, longed to feel the animal heat of him
spreading throughout her belly as he unloaded his lust into her. She
moved against him hard now, rubbing her clit against the stiff shaft of
his rapidly working prick, making her cunt tingle and seethe.
The tall man kept pumping away between her silken tits until he too
shot his wad all over her. She heard wet slurping sounds as the man
continued to fuck between her tits even after he had shot his cream
between them. He rubbed the squirting head of his sensitive cock against
the stiff peaks of Sheila’s silken tits, splattering cum all over her
flesh.
“Jesus Christ! Her tits are better than most women’s cunts! I could
fuck this little piece all day!” the tall man said, rubbing his prick
all over the woman’s sperm-covered breasts.
“Turn her face this way! I wanna shoot this into her mouth!” she
heard a voice say.
Sheila turned and faced the voice. It was the boy she had sucked in
the first place. He leaned against the back of one of the theater seats
and ran his hand fast and furiously over the shaft of his poker until an
explosion of cum blasted against her pretty lips. She pursed her pretty
lips and sucked the boy’s sperm into her mouth as it shot against her
soft face, flying several feet through the air before it hit her.
“Look at that! Look at that cunt! She loves it! Look at her catch
that kid’s cum!”
“She can have mine too if she wants it so bad!” another voice
called.
“Same here! Take this, bitch! Take it on your cheeks!” another deep
voice growled.
Sheila’s eyes darted everywhere at once. All around her hard cocks
were spurting sperm toward her, covering her naked body with thick white
cum. It was more than she could stand.
She moved her pelvis harder and harder against the groin of the man
who was fucking her hard and fast. It would be only a second or two
before she flashed off in ecstasy. She had no idea what would become of
her when the flash of her orgasm had subsided. Nothing mattered now but
the frenzy of the moment. They could do with her what they would. She
had to come and she had to come now!
Her body trembled with excitement. Sensations from all over her
body seemed to flow down toward her seething twat.
“Yeah! Yeah! Fuck! Fuck hard! Take it! Take it! Take my dick! I’m
shootin’! I’m shootin’ that stuff, baby!” the man in her pussy roared.
Sheila stiffened. The voices in the shadows faded away for a
second. The grunts and groans of the ejaculating men seemed to suddenly
cease. She knew the moment was at hand. She knew that she was about to
flash off for the first time in three years, knew that her cunt was
about to tighten around a man’s cock for the first time in what seemed
like an eternity. It didn’t matter now whether or not the man between
her legs was a stranger.
She wanted to flow like a river around the man’s impaled cock,
wanted to gush musky cunt-juices as her pussy climaxed wildly. But it
was not to happen.
A voice from the rear of the theater brought reality crashing down
around her head.
“Cops! It’s the fuckin’ cops!” someone shouted.
Sheila thought she would die on the spot. She had been teetering on
the brink of a wild orgasm for so long. And now the worst had come to
pass! It couldn’t be real! It was too horrible!
Her longing for a mind-bending orgasm was suddenly overcome by a
rush of terror and shame.
She had to escape! It was bad enough that she had allowed herself
to do such disgusting things to and for the wicked men who had used her,
but to be discovered by the law in such a state was too much.
The grunting sweating man between her legs managed to stroke in and
out of Sheila’s pussy just long enough to bring himself off even though
he knew that the police were outside in the lobby. When his balls
erupted with jism, he pulled out of her moist twat and let his wad shoot
over her belly.
He grabbed his prick as soon as he had stopped shooting and shook
the cum off the head. The man stood up quickly and pulled up his pants,
tucking his prick back inside and zipping up as fast as he could.
“Get this bitch outa here! We can’t let them pigs find her!”
another man said, jumping off her and pulling up his pants. “Get her
over there!” he ordered, pointing to a shadowy vestibule near a side
exit.
The air was filled with the sound of zippers zinging shut.
Sheila moaned softly, half in fear and half in agony. She had been
so close to an orgasm, and now it was all lost, all lost.
Two men dragged her into the dark vestibule while the others
resumed their seats and tried to pretend that nothing had happened. The
two men leaned her up against the wall and slapped her face until she
regained at least some of her composure.
“Come on, get dressed! Get this on and get your ass outa here!
There’s cops outside! Hear me?” a man whispered intensely, shaking her
roughly.
“Yes! Yessss! I’ll go! Let me go!!” she cried, a bit too loudly.
She struggled into her panties and dress while the two men watched
with wicked grins on their faces. She became suddenly aware of the aches
and pains with which their rough treatment had left her, suddenly became
aware of how tortured her body really was.
“Here, bitch!” one of the men spat as she opened the door, ready to
escape into the shadows of the alley outside. “Take this for your
trouble!”
Sheila looked down at the floor and saw a crumpled ten-dollar bill.
She looked up at the cruel face of the man who had thrown it at her and
spat at him. She would never trust men again, she thought.
Her heart racing, her mind burning with shame, she ran into the
night and didn’t stop running until she reached the safety of her car.
She had to get home, had to get home to the safety of the arms of the
one male who cared for her, had to get home to the safety of her son’s
arms. Chapter 6 By the time she reached the safety of the quiet beach house Sheila
had managed to regain some semblance of self-control after her terrible
ordeal. Her experience had been not only a physical ordeal but an
emotional one as well. Not only had she suffered physical torment at the
hands of the brutal rapists, but her image of herself had suffered too.
In the years since her divorce, Sheila had considered herself too
good for the many men who had lusted after her, had considered herself
apart from them. All men were bastards, and she had had no intention of
submitting herself to their desires.
Little had she suspected that even she could succumb to the
powerful urges of her long-denied desires. She had of course been forced
to submit to the desires of the brutal men in the theater, but she had
entered the place of her own free will and she had to admit that she had
enjoyed, in a strange way, the depravity of the situation. Her sex-life
had taken a new turn.
She had allowed herself to spy on her son for several days of
course, had even allowed herself to admit that she loved the boy in a
way no woman dared to love her son. She had even climaxed while Terry
and Wendy fucked together on the beach.
But she had lusted after her handsome young son from afar, from the
safety of distance. But now she had allowed herself to be sucked into
the whirlpool of sexual activity of the most depraved kind imaginable.
She had sucked a young boy’s cock, had allowed several horny men to fuck
her and use her wickedly. Although the men had filled her with
revulsion, she still longed for the body-racking orgasm that had been so
close in the theater.
Now that she had experienced real fucking and sucking again after
so long without it, she knew that her attraction toward her son would
pull her to him until she had what she so desperately wanted, until she
had him in a wild night of incestuous fucking and sucking.
She knew that it was inevitable now, this union with her only son.
It was only a matter of time now. She was powerless to fight the lust
she felt for him. She only hoped that she could make him understand,
hoped that she could make him want her as desperately as she wanted him.
The lights were off in the house when she reached home. Not wanting
to disturb Terry, not wanting him to see her in such a state of
disorder, Sheila tiptoed up to her room. She saw that it was after three
in the morning. She wanted to fall into bed and sleep for days, but she
was covered with the dried sperm of a dozen men.
She had to wash away the last traces of the brutal monsters, had to
wash them out of her mind as well. She stripped off her tattered cum-
splattered clothes and threw them in a hamper. Tomorrow she would burn
them.
Sheila walked naked down the hall to the bathroom, being very
careful not to wake her son, whose room was only a short way down the
hall from hers. She stepped into a hot shower and luxuriated in the
softening warmth of the spray. She lathered herself freely and finally
felt clean again after her night of shame and torment. Things didn’t
look nearly as bad now. Her bruises would go away. The itch in her
recently violated cunt was quite another matter.
Sheila couldn’t resist dipping her sudsy hands between her
slippery-wet legs and stroking the hot gash that had been getting her
into so much trouble lately. She could still remember the feel of a hard
thick cock buried deep in her hot twat, could still feel the animal
warmth of it between her legs, could still feel it rubbing hard against
her turgid little clitoris. Her clit was as hot as a tiny flame burning
between the lips of her moist cunt.
She touched her clit. She shivered when she felt the tip of her own
finger against the flesh of her super-sensitive clit. She had to do it.
She had to make herself flash, had to make her cunt burn with the
rushing heat of her orgasm.
Leaning back against the cold shower wall, she abandoned herself to
the dark desires that drove her wild. She closed her eyes and imagined
that her son was in the shower with her. She imagined that her horny son
stood before her, holding his long hard cock in his hand, offering his
cock to her, offering his body for her pleasure.
She imagined herself falling to her knees and taking Terry’s
enormous smooth erection in both hands, running her fingers all over the
slippery shaft. She imagined herself looking up at him and smiling her
sexiest smile, imagined seeing his boyish grin spreading over his face
as he watched his mother stroke his hard-on. She imagined herself
running her thumb from the root of his cock to the head, making a drop
of pre-cum fluid ooze from the eye-slit. She imagined herself bending
toward the boy and pursing her wet lips, imagined herself pressing those
wet warm lips against the dripping head of her son’s cock.
Sheila’s eager fingers worked faster and faster against the silken
flesh of her cunt as she imagined all the wild things she could do with
Terry.
She imagined rubbing a washcloth against her son’s furry groin,
making a cloud of suds around his jutting cock. She imagined taking his
balls in her wet hands, squeezing them, kneading them gently, weighing
the sperm-filled eggs, making her son groan with excitement. She
imagined feeling the boy’s strong young body become suddenly hard when
she plunged down over his bulging cock, somehow managing to get his huge
cock-head into her pretty mouth. She imagined sucking Terry’s throbbing
cock deep into her throat, imagined feeling his dripping cock-head
swelling against her tonsils.
Pressing her clit between her fingers, her legs shaking, Sheila
imagined sucking her son until his eyes widened with lusty excitement.
She imagined feeling his rod swell suddenly in her throat, imagined
feeling his sperm swelling in his balls, threatening to explode as her
tongue flew over the head of his sensitive rod. She imagined pulling her
head back and off his cock at the last second, delaying his orgasm,
making him wince with pleasure-pain. She imagined hearing a wet plop
when her sucking lips pulled free of her son’s penis, imagined hearing a
painful gasp escape the boy’s lips.
Sheila rubbed her thumb against her clitoris until she could almost
see stars. Moisture ran from the raggedy lips of her cunt as she
imagined the maddening things she could do for her son, and the
maddening things he could do for her. She imagined standing up as soon
as his erection had snapped up against his hard stomach. She imagined
standing before the boy naked and wet, imagined her tits streaming with
warm water, imagined rivers of water running from the furry tuft of her
cunt.