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Juicy

By: BoldAsLove1369



Because she had grown accustomed to me bringing her roses in the morning I wanted to surprise her. I worked late nights and always came home to my woman in the wee hours of the morn. I often stopped at a nearby gas station to grab a rose to leave on her pillow. Cuddled in her bed, a gentle smile always spread across her face as soon as she smelled the soft aroma. Looking at her beautiful smile and the way she wrapped herself in those bed sheets made me want something more. I wanted to unwrap her.

I crept softly around our bedroom so as not to wake her. She knew that I would be coming home around this time, but she likely just expected me to slide in bed behind her and drift on to sleep. Not this time, My Love. I stared at my caramel skin toned, mocha locked wearing, smiling sweet thing. I wanted to unwrap her. I wanted to taste her like she was my after work dessert. And then more.

I silently dropped my bags in the corner, disrobed, and then made my way to my side of the bed. I lifted the covers to see her round ass squeezed into her white boyshorts as she gripped her pillows. I could see the curve of the lips of her vagina pressed to the bottom of her underwear. Wearing only my boxers I slid into bed behind her. 

I started by gently caressing her thighs. They were cold, calling for my warmth. I felt her body relax when she felt my touch. I rubbed her legs warming her skin then slid my hands under her shirt to touch her stomach. She purred at my touch on her flesh. I leaned closer to her and gently kissed her shoulder. I then placed my lips on her neck. She crooned a velvet soft moan. I slid my hands further up her shirt and found my way to her soft nipples. Her nipples stiffened as I tenderly rolled my fingertips over her areolas. I had in a soft grip on her left breast and then tip-toed my hand down her stomach and inside of her underwear. I could feel the warmth coming from her mound. I felt over the soft hair of her self-proclaimed "happy trail" and couldn't follow it fast enough. I gently touched her pearl with the tip of my ring finger. Eyes closed, she opened her mouth in a light gasp. I reached my middle finger down to touch the entrance to her sugar walls. She was already deeply wet. I slid my hand out and tasted my love on my fingertips. Ripe and juicy. 

I slowly pulled her boyshorts down below her buttocks, and then down to her knees. Her legs kindly obliged, but her eyes still looked to be in a peaceful sleep. Under the cover I crawled my way down to her oh so wet spot. I bit her ass as I got between her legs. A bite followed by a kiss on her left ass cheek. Mmm she tasted like candy. I ran the tip of my tongue over her soft pink asshole and down do the creamy entrance to her pussy. I slid my tongue up to touch her clit and then back down to her warm pussy hole. I sucked on her labia lips from behind. I slurped on her pussy as I drank her juices. I slipped my tongue in and out of her soft womanhood. In and out. In and out. Each glide left my tongue sticky with cream. I loved the taste of my love. She slapped her hand on the bed sheets in delight to me pleasuring her. Ironically, she stilled looked to be asleep. Either she was playing possum or deep in blissful dream.

I licked my way from her pussy up to her asshole and licked that soft twist between her bottom. She shivered at the sensation. I rubbed on her ass cheeks as I licked her hole. Then went to biting one cheek then the other, kissing, biting, kissing, rubbing. Her ass was so soft it pleasured me just to touch it. My manhood was stiff poking into the bed in wait to be inside her. It was time.

I slid closer to her in a spooning position so that she could feel my stiff manhood pressed between her ass cheeks. I kissed her shoulder passionately gently nibbling on the skin on the nape of her neck. Somewhat instinctively, since her eyes were still closed, she saddled her ass into my pelvic area slowly grinding her ass on my hard wood. I reached down and rubbed my erect tip against her wet pussy. Pressing my arrow against her clit and feeling her tender wetness, I shivered at the sensation. I wanted to be inside her. I rubbed my dick around to find the gentlest way to enter my love. Sliding inside her wet pussy was like diving into a sea of fantasy. 

... ... ...

I stroked in and out of my love queen slowly. She curved her back and received my stroke. Her warm lips locked around my dick, her ass cheeks sheathing my shaft. I was in heaven. Her moans were silk falling into the air and wrapping me in her sensuality, pleading me to stroke deeper. Who was I to not satisfy my queen? I slid deeper and deeper into her pressing against her sugar walls. Knocking on her door asking her cum to come out and play. A few deep strokes later, who was she to not oblige? I felt her warm creaminess gush onto my dick as I stroked inside her. My queen grabbed a fistful of covers in her orgasm. Her ass bounced as she came. Grabbing her soft breasts, I continued to slide in and out of her. But she stopped me. 

She turned her head around to look back at me and used a come-hither finger motion to call my lips to hers. I wanted to taste her lips and she wanted to taste the sweetness of her lips on my lips. We shared a passionate kiss, twirling tongues. She sucked on my bottom lip and then used her lips to pull my tongue into her mouth. She sucked on my tongue as if she was sucking on my manhood. She reached her hand down and grabbed my dick and pulled me out of her pussy. As good as it felt to be inside her I actually didn't want her to go down on me. Instead, she spat on her hand and rubbed her spit onto my dick. She then rubbed the tip of my dick up and down between her ass cheeks and then pointed me at her asshole. She slid her ass back to receive my dick as I grabbed her waist and pushed inside her. She gasped. 

I stroked her deeply, Squeezing and spreading her ass cheeks as I penetrated her. She was awake now. Her moans were getting louder and louder as I pushed into her tight asshole. The light of the sun could be seen yawning its way over the horizon and creeping into our bedroom through our window. With my lips at her ear I whispered to her "Baby, I'm about to cum". In her sultry siren voice she moaned to me "Come inside." She pushed her ass back deep onto my dick. We both shivered at the sensation as I came inside her ass. Juicy.

Juicy Encounter



The mystique around him was the drawing card at least it was for me. The voice on the phone and the lack of a visual amplified the mysteriousness even more. Business brought us together on the telephone while lust brought us together in person. Just the things he would say, his wit and demeanor quite different from my own. His smile and body language evident even through the telephone line there was just something about this man.

A meeting was arranged I found myself quite excited at his proposal, asking me out, "sure why not" was my feeble response. Not even really knowing what he had in mind, or who he really was, both intrigued me and unsettled me. Yet for some reason I found myself preparing for and arriving at the destination.

He was so young, this took me back at first I had no idea from talking to him. I felt very uncomfortable suddenly and ten years older. He has to be disappointed was all I could think those details of personal information were never discussed beforehand. He stood with confidence and that smile was warming. "What do you like to do," he asked? Not knowing he had no specific plan was a little awkward. I filled him in on some of the things I enjoyed doing and he willingly seemed to be interested. 

The teasing sexually we had subjected one another to suddenly brought flushed cheeks I just kept looking at him and could not get over his being so young. I thought about just fucking this man for days and now that he was standing right here I thought I would be doing good just to speak a full sentence. "You are pretty much what I imagined, real cute." Instead of feeling more at ease discomfort eased its way in stronger.

All the things I had told him that I liked sexually on the telephone came rushing back to me now, looking at him knowing he was quite capable of carrying out each one and starting to believe he still would seemed to get the blood warming.

"Relax girl have some fun." He stood there with a big grin on his face reached his hand out for mine waiting for my response. I placed my hand on his and he began walking me toward his vehicle. Leaving my car on the lot I climbed in with him and off we went I had no idea to where, but I knew what was going to happen just as planned.

Casual sex had never been appealing to me before though I do enjoy sex very much but strangers are not really my thing. There was a connection the first time we had contact and the slow build up became too much to ignore.

He put the key in the door and we went inside he laughed and made small talk the entire drive which did put me at ease a little. I found myself watching his hands and how he moved his lips, looking at the bulge in the front of his jeans, the sly smile, putting it altogether seemed to get me pretty aroused.

"So you like rough do you?" He remembered that too I guess. "You have beautiful tits for an older chick." What could I say to that besides "thanks" the look on his face was familiar seems age did not really matter when it came to certain things. "Do you want to have sex with me" he asked? I could only just stand there. "You're not saying no." the big smile on his face got bigger. He stepped over to me and began rubbing the palms of my hand then running his hands up and down my arms, "your nipples are hard" he said. I knew they were, I didn't have to look. He lifted my shirt over my head and lifted my bra exposing two hard nipples, "nice" he said. Reaching over and pinching my nipple between his finger and thumb and grinning when I flinched seemed to be the start of an amazing night. 

He loosened his silk tie and removed it draping it behind my neck and pulling me against his body, I could feel the stirring between his legs and I knew I was getting very wet. "I know what you want and you are going to get it" He moved very quickly bringing the tie back and bound my hands together with the silk tie. He led me over to the nearby table pushing my shoulders down against the top. "Get up there." He demanded. I felt his hands on my hips and he lifted until my body was across the table. I felt a hand on each ankle as he forced my legs further apart and my skirt up around my waist.

A sharp pull at the blue thong and it was gone. He was standing between my legs and I could feel his stare behind me. He traced his finger from the curve in the small of my back to the front brushing across my pussy folds. He did this over and over slowly. I was getting into the feeling, the gentleness about the time I felt his open hand come down stinging the side of my ass. "Oh, you like that baby don't you?" I felt him pull against the tie binding my wrists and lift my chest from the table, "tell me, answer me" he demanded. "Yes I like it" I responded.

"Get on your knees" he ordered and I complied. "Push your ass up in the air bring it back to my face" the feeling of his tongue running from my ass to my now swollen clit was making me very warm and a little clammy. Slowly he worked his tongue the entire length back and forth. His fingers parted my pussy lips and I felt his finger slide in and my wetness seemed to just flow now. Grabbing my hair and pulling my head back he told me "push back against my finger you know you want me to fuck you with my hand." I pushed back against him as he continued pulling my head back with his hand wrapped in my hair.

He began running his wet slick fingers across my ass cheeks and licking the small of my back I felt him spread me open and with one hand dip into my wetness again then rub tiny circles across my asshole slowly. He stopped and I heard the sound of his zipper lowering and his pants fall down his legs. Stepping back up behind me I felt his hard cock brushing against my leg. 

His tongue was wet and so warm as I felt it part my pussy folds further and drag hard along the folds stopping to lightly bite down on my enlarged clit holding it between his teeth while his tongue flicked from side to side then pushing his tongue deeply inside. I was so close to cumming. "Not yet baby, you won't cum until I say so, do you want to come?" I could barely whisper "yes" I felt the sting of his hand on my ass again as his finger probed deeply inside of me. He reached under me going to my nipple and squeezed down very hard making me cry out. With a hand on each hip he pulled me back toward the edge of the table I did not even feel his cock right there already lined up, one lunge forward and he was buried deep sending pain through my body Gripping tightly to my hips pulling me back hard against him sending jolts of pain through my body. I felt his hands release my hips and one went to my shoulder and the other back into my hair as he slammed hard into me and nearly all the way out, "down, put your head down on the table", he ordered. He continued fucking me hard. Stopping his assault just as suddenly as it began he pulled out and pulled me by the ankle off the edge of the table where I was able to put my feet on the floor. I was so worked up and frustrated I needed to cum and he continued his teasing. 

My eyes lowered and glanced at his hardness, "you want that don't you baby?" I did not think any response was needed by the grin on his face. "Not yet." Leading me by the scarf into a nearby bedroom he told me to sit on the bed and he removed the binding from my hands. I sat there and watched as he opened the door on the nightstand then removing some items he turned to face me. He had a large pink vibrator with a clit stimulator on it, a smaller straight vibe, which was an unusual purple, there was also a short blunt vibe of some kind with long black straps on it.

He walked over to a chair in the room placed the short vibrator on the seat of the chair and fastened the straps under the chair seat. "Get over here" he demanded. I stood and walked over to the chair. "I want you to sit down on the cock, wet it" I did. "Now your ass, sit that little ass of yours down on the cock" I know the look on my face must have been one of hesitance. "Now." I sat slowly lowering myself down on to the cock. He drug another chair over to where I was sitting and sat in the chair facing me. "Put your legs on the sides of the chair" doing so my legs were apart on both sides of his knees. "Nice" he said again.

He took the large pink vibe and pushed it against the opening of my pussy rubbing it against my clit. He began pushing the vibe deeper and deeper until it was almost concealed with only the end showing. He took the tiny box in his hand and turned it on. The tip of the vibe moved in a circular motion while some small beads near the base rotated in the opposite direction. He then turned the vibe buried in my ass on and this sent jolts through my body, he then took the smaller purple vibe and turned it on and held it against my clit and continued moving the pink one in and out in a rhythmic motion. 

My moans quickly turned to screams as I was finally able to cum. I did and I did hard until I was asking him to please stop. The grin on his face and the fact he did not stop had me trying to stand up and I just couldn't. He turned the large vibe off that was still deep inside my pulsing pussy but left it in place and dropped the smaller purple vibe on to the floor. 

"You need every hole fucked baby" he stood taking me by the shoulders and pulled me forward making me lift partially from the cock in my ass making me gasp with both excitement and pain. "Now sit back down on it" I did, and he quickly took my shoulders rocking me back and forth on the cock now set to a high speed. 

Placing his own hard pink cock against my lips my arousal elevated once again at the feel of the soft hot flesh. Opening my mouth my tongue found the way to the tip and licked the head and sucked it into my mouth. He began working the pink vibe in and out again with one hand letting his thumb work across my sensitive clit, the other hand on the back of my head pulling me hard onto his mouth. 

His thrusts wild and hard as my tongue wetted him, faster he moved fucking my mouth hard I reached in front of me taking his balls into my hand and squeezing down on them, then putting pressure on the place between his balls and ass, his pace maddening and I knew he was ready. The hot fluid first hit the back of my throat then he pulled my head back the hair and I felt the spurts hit my neck and chest then my face.

Taking the large pink vibe out I felt my juices gush forward feeling as if it was build up into the ounces. He gently and slowly helped me stand and come free of the cock in my ass. I felt shaky and weak he began wiping the cum from my face and brushing it across my lips, wearing that big grin again. 

"Warmed up baby" were his next words. I could hardly get my breath. A sharp slap on the ass again and he said let's go get cleaned up we have a very juicy encounter ahead of us no I'm ready to play. I was excited and yet disbelief was apparent, I had forgotten the stamina of a younger man, so juicy encounter it would be, I may be older, but I ain't dead.



Juicy J



Author's note: This is a companion piece to "Lovely Lilly." It is a far more lighthearted story. If you want to read a darker story with villains etc, then feel free to check out "Lovely Lilly." It shows how evil Jessica and Lilly's mother is.

I'm sure there are millions of webcam (insert close relative here) stories, but this is my version of one.

I wrote what turns me on. If the same things don't turn you on, that's not my problem.

Editing thanks go to Todger65!

Juicy J

*

Chapter 1

"Ah yes, that's it, that's it," Effren said, slamming his fist down at the base of this pre-cum oozing cock.

"So perfect, so perfect," He whispered, watching the short video on his computer monitor. Ten seconds later the video ended and he released his grip from his cock and doubled clicked to play another.

"Mmmmm," he moaned watching the delicious woman in the video. He loved her breasts, her waist, her hips, her thighs, and her butt; however, he was unsure about her face. None of the videos he managed to download, all 20 to 30 second clips, showed her face.

That video ended and he opened another, "This is the one baby, this is one I'm going to blow my load to, pretending it's all over that sexy flat stomach of yours."

These were preview videos of the woman's online webcam show. 18 year old Effren didn't have a subscription to her channel on the cam-girl website. He hadn't yet started his summer job as a lifeguard. His number one, sole mission was to get his first paycheck, deposit it, whip out his very own check card, whip out his cock, and subscribe to the website and this goddess' channel.

Then she'd be all his -- along with most likely thousands of other subscribers. It was a $10 monthly subscription fee. That's less than what some of his friend's parent's pay for their online gaming subscriptions. Also, for $20 he would get 15 minutes of a one on one chat time. He figured he could handle that once a month.

Effren was tired of only watching these short previews of her many videos. He was tired of taking screenshots at key moments of her preview videos where her hourglass body bent in a sexy way, or her hips were at a sexy angle, or she bent over just enough to see a nipple slip over the tiny bra she wore. Effren wanted to see her naked, he wanted to see her face, and he wanted to jack his cock until it exploded and/or fell off -- whichever was fine with him, it'd be worth it.

"Yes! I love you, I love you!" he grunted watching the last video, right as his cock sprayed semen upward like a fountain, landing on his shirt and shorts.

Leaning back in his chair, exhaling a huge sigh of relief and pleasure, he looked to the ceiling, "Oh Sweet Juicy J. How I wished I could bite that juicy ass of yours."

"Effren! It's getting cloudy! Get out there and mow the yard before it rains," His mother yelled to him from the kitchen.

"Uh huh," he said, a goofy smile on his face. The smile faded when he heard her footsteps approaching. He hurriedly closed every single window on his computer -- the favorite screenshots that were opened, the video player, and the folder containing his Juicy J masturbation materials.

Right as his mother entered his room, he tossed a nearby towel on his lap, covering any semen deposits that she may see.

"Did you hear me? It may rain soon. So hurry up and mow it," Jessica said, giving him a stern look.

"Yep! Will do mom. I'm going to change right now and mow the yard," Effren replied a little too enthusiastically.

His mother raised an eyebrow, giving him a weird look, "Ok." She shook her head and closed his door.

Effren sighed once more, "That was close," he thought.

"I pledge allegiance to Juicy J, my favorite webcam girl. One day I'll see your face and I'll see you nude. I'll jack off hard, thinking of you," Effren chuckled at his silliness while changing clothes.

***

The weather always seemed perfect in Los Angles. It rarely rained too much, and sure enough, it did not rain while he was mowing the yard. The clouds had passed by the time he was done. Effren shook his head in annoyance at his mother as he put the lawn mower away in the garage.

Wiping his forehead of sweat with the back of his hand, Effren watched Gary, his grandfather get out of his car. He met Gary when he was 10 years old. He came back into his mother's life after a 10 year absence. He was a really nice guy, teaching Effren how to surf, sometimes taking them on weekend trips, and helping out with bills every once in awhile. He was 54 and looked 10 years younger. If it wasn't for the wrinkles brought out by time in the sun, he'd look even younger.

"Hey pal, your mom inside?" Gary asked.

"Hey gramps, she is," Effren called out to him. They looked similar. Effren was a half Mexican version of Gary, having darker hair, darker skin, and brown eyes instead of green like Gary's and Jessica's. But the smile was similar, same boyish features of his face, and a matching thin athletic body type.

They sat around the small kitchen table making small talk a few minutes later. Effren's mother, as always in her pajama pants and matching over sized t-shirt, poured her son and father some lemonade. She worked from home in an additional room that was built onto the house a few years ago. It was an office-like room and only accessible from her bedroom. Jessica did graphic and web design work remotely, all in the comfort of her home and pajamas. She kept it locked; telling Effren it was to protect computer equipment and so on. Effren thought nothing of it, not caring about some office she had anyway. She poured the lemonade, took off her glasses, and sat next to her father.

"So dad, you wanted to tell us something?" She asked.

"I did. The boy is graduating high school in a few weeks and as a present I want to take you two on a little vacation with me," Gary said.

"Oh dad, you don't have to do that," Jessica said, patting his hand. "You've done so much for us in the past decade."

"I know, but I want to. I can afford it and it'll be a lot of fun for us. You two ever been to Hawaii?" Gary asked.

Effren's mouth dropped. His mother spoke, "Dad, no, that's too much!"

"No it's not. No arguing, it's already set," Gary said.

Effren shrugged at his mother. Jessica shook her head and sighed, "Dad."

"Can you get off of work for three days? We'd leave on a Wednesday and get back on Sunday," Gary asked.

"I, I suppose," Jessica said, smiling at the older man. She looked over to her son, offering a weak smile.

"Sounds like it'll be a great time!" Effren said, smiling at the two of them.

Chapter 2

Effren gripped his cock the night before their flight, aiming it upward, an orgasm triggering its eruption. He was looking at new preview pictures from Juicy J the night before their flight to Hawaii the next morning.

"I'll miss you my beloved Juicy," He said, running his fingers over her hips and waist on the monitor. He looked to her online status next to her channel name. The text indicating she was online blinked orange. Suddenly the text disappeared, only to be replaced with "is currently offline" underneath the Juicy J username. Below that was a "last online" label that had the current date next to it.

Effren smiled once more, thinking back to the last couple hours of jacking off to his favorite webcam girl. He stood, stretching his arms and back, and then headed to the kitchen. It was just past midnight so he tried to be as quiet as possible, knowing his mother would nag him about going to bed due to the early flight.

Making his way down the hallway, he smelled it, rather, he smelled her -- his mother's friend Sandee. Effren knew her intoxicating perfume from anywhere. He had no idea she was there. He shrugged making his way to the kitchen to get some water, casually thinking about how hot he thought Sandee was.

After taking a few gulps from his glass he heard the two women exit his mother's bedroom, laughing and giggling, "Yes I had fun! I can't wait to do it again," Sandee said.

Jessica gasped, going rigid when she saw Effren in the kitchen, "Hey. What are you doing up?" She asked.

"Water," he shrugged, nodding politely to Sandee. His mother looked slightly flustered; her dyed black hair was down and not in its usual ponytail. Both women were wearing pajamas. Effren assumed they were doing each other's nails while Sandee went on and on about her love life.

"Ok well head to bed soon. We have an early flight," Jessica reminded him.

"I know," Effren said smiling at Sandee as he walked passed her, causing her to chuckle a bit. Effren knew she knew he had a crush on her, but didn't care, also knowing he didn't stand a chance at dating the 35 year old. He nodded, smiled, called her ma'am as if he were tipping an imaginary cowboy at her -- it was all in good fun. Effren wondered what Sandee was talking about. Do what again, he thought, assuming it was just pedicure or manicure stuff.

***

Effren slept most of the way to Hawaii. His mother slept too, laying her head on her father's shoulder, while he read a book.

After landing and grabbing their luggage, they headed to their room. Effren and Jessica had one for themselves and Gary had one right next door. They were modest hotel rooms, but had a great view of the ocean.

The days were filled with surfing for Effren. Gary occasionally joined in too. He mostly spent time on the beach with his daughter. Effren watched them walk along the beach, noticing his mother's blue one piece bathing suit. He rolled his eyes wondering why she wore such an older style suit. His mother was 36 and women that age, who were in fairly good shape, wore bikinis. Effren figured she was just being modest in front of him and her father. He shrugged and caught the next wave.

On Friday evening, Effren was hanging out in the swimming pool of the hotel, checking out a few girls that walked by. "Wow," he mouth, seconds later, he was startled by his mother's arrival in the pool next to him. She jabbed his sides and said hello.

"Now, since we all went out to dinner tonight," Jessica said, putting her arms around his shoulders, as he treaded water in the deep end, "me and dad are going out to dinner tomorrow. Just us."

Effren could smell wine on her breath. She wasn't a huge drinker, but when she did, she was very friendly and flirtatious with Effren. It made him feel slightly uncomfortable, but it always passed, Jessica returning to her normal sober self by the next morning.

"Ok cool, I'll just hang out in the room, or walk on the beach," Effren said.

"Or go spend time with those girls. I saw you checking them out," Jessica said.

"Mom, I was just -- "

"Shhh, they don't know what they're missing," she said, placing a slow kiss on his cheek, and slowly wrapping her legs around his waist.

"Ok, time to go," Effren said, moving to the shallower water, feeling uncomfortable.

"Aww, I'm just messing with you," Jessica sulked.

When Effren got to a standing position in the shallow water, his mother reached to his swim trunk and attempted to pull them down, "Mom! Cut it out!"

Jessica laughed, pulling him back into the water, "Sit. Let's chat for awhile."

Effren groaned, sitting in the shallow end of the pool. Jessica sat on his lap, putting her arms around him. He looked to her thigh, noticing they were about the same skin tone as Juicy J. He thought about his favorite webcam girl, but quickly squashed those thoughts before he got an erection with his mother on his lap.

"Mom, how come you haven't told Aunt Lilly about you finding Grandpa?" Effren asked.

His mother shrugged, not really wanting to talk about it, "I don't know. Guess I want him to myself for a bit."

"Yeah but it's been several years now since you two have reconnected, don't you think maybe your sister would want to know where he is?" Effren asked.

Jessica sighed, shaking her head, "Look, we're here to have fun and relax. You don't need to worry about that stuff. Remember tomorrow, we're going to dinner."

His mother got off his lap, stumbling out of the pool, "Don't wait up for us, we may go to a luau afterward!"

Effren watched her making her way indoors, the dizzying effect of the wine having taken place. An hour later, water clogged, and prune-like Effren made his way back to the hotel room, finding his mother in her bed asleep.

Chapter 3

Effren had the room to himself the following evening, his grandfather taking his mother to dinner and possibly a luau afterward. He sat on the edge of the bed looking for a movie, hoping to run across an adult channel. Not having any luck, he found an action movie and watched it.

He checked the time, seeing it was 10:30pm. He wondered what his mother and grandfather were up to. Figuring he had more time alone, Effren decided to do the most logical thing. He stood up, undressed, and started thinking about Juicy J.

***

"I've had a great evening tonight, dad," Jessica told her father, walking with him along the beach, holding hands.

"So have I," He said patting her hand. "It's not much further just ahead."

"Looks like it's low tide," Jessica noted as they walked along the beach.

"Here we are," Gary said, pointing to a large volcanic rock on the beach. "Have a look around; tell me if you think this will work."

Jessica did as she was asked, holding her long, flowing skirt up, peeping around the huge rock. She noticed the tide was far out, only a few tide pools at the base of the huge boulder remained. She looked around for signs of people, seeing none.

Out of Gary's view she undid her dress, removing it, placing it on top of the rock. She slid out of her thong, took off her shirt, and removed her bra, placing all of them on top of the same rock. She stepped out of the shadows, naked, her hands on her hips.

"I think this spot will work just fine," She smiled.

Gary laughed, making his way to her, unbuttoning his shirt. Jessica helped speed things up, removing his shirt from his shoulders, grabbing his face, kissing him passionately.

"Ah yeah there we go!" Effren said at that same moment, back in the hotel room. He was working his cock into a frenzy, thinking of Juicy J.

"I love your tummy, your tits, your ass, your body!" he cried out. "I can't wait to see that face of yours! It won't be long now!"

It would be a couple weeks until he got paid. He'd start his lifeguard job on the day after they returned from Hawaii. By June he would be seeing her naked. According the website, the cam girls did shows with dildos and other toys, shows with other people, other men and women. Effren was so excited.

Back on the beach, Gary kissed along Jessica's neck. His cock was embedded into her. He was holding her up by her butt, thrusting upward, pushing her against the rock, "Does it hurt? I don't want you to get scratched."

"It's ok," Jessica said in between heavy breaths. She held her father close, not caring if the boulder scratched her back some. "It's been a few weeks since we've been together."

"Almost there!" Effren cried out, in the hotel room. "Yes!"

He was ejaculating, spraying his young, potent cum everywhere, moaning and proclaiming his desire for Juicy J.

"Ahhh," he moaned once more, he body going limp, lying back on the bed. "I don't know why you do what you do, but I love it."

Effren laughed, coming down off his orgasm, and made his way to the shower.

"Ahh yes!" Jessica was climaxing as well. Her arms wrapped around her father as he held her tight. Gary grunted in return, his own climax surging through him.

"I love you sweety," He said kissing her full lips slowly after making love to her in the moonlit beach. He knew once he saw her after long absence things were different between them. They savored each other there on the beach, not sure when they would get another chance to make love, keeping their trysts a secret as best as possible.

***

Effren smiled, when his mother returned, thinking about his sneaky masturbatory ways. She showered and headed straight to bed. By then Effren was sleeping soundly, looking forward to returning to his computer.

Chapter 4

Effren's first evening at home was quite the disappointment. The last online text was the day before they left for their Hawaiian vacation.

"That's weird," Effren thought. "Maybe she's busy," he shrugged, opting to jack off to the pictures of short preview videos he had saved to his computer.

He started his job as a lifeguard the next day. Afterward, he went surfing for a few hours to kill a little time before going home.

"Vamos pequeño!" Some of the nearby surfers called out to Effren in incorrect Spanish, telling him to go away, mocking him further by speaking those words in an American accent. He rolled his eyes and moved to another area, hoping to catch a few more waves before going home.

"I don't even speak Spanish," Effren shook his head, gliding along on his board.

He was annoyed at home for a different reason. Juicy J still hadn't been online since before they left for Hawaii. Effren angrily shut down his computer and headed to the kitchen. There'd be no new preview videos to watch or possible new screenshots to fuel his addiction.

His mother was sitting at the table, with her laptop, reading some emails. "Hey," She said when he entered the kitchen. "I'm going to be busy for the next few days. These clients apparently forgot I'd be out of town for a few days and kept sending me stuff to work on."

"I'm sorry, mom, that sucks," Effren said, sitting next to her with his water.

"Yep. The really annoying emails are ones asking for updates. They knew I would be away from my computer for a few days. Never get involved with graphic or web work -- it's some of the worse clients you'll ever encounter."

Effren nodded, halfway paying attention, figuring that he might go to bed a little early instead of jacking off again.

His mother rose from her chair, kissed the top of his head, and made her way back to her office, taking her laptop with her.

The rest of the week was more of the same. Effren was bored, sitting at his lifeguard post, bored at home, not seeing any activity at all from his favorite web came babe. Effren didn't even feel like subscribing to the site anymore. He attempted to look at other girl's profiles to see if any of the preview videos piqued his interest. There were a few hot babes, but none compared to Juicy J.

That weekend after a longer than normal shift on Saturday, Effren came home, seeing his grandfather's car in the driveway.

"Hey pal," Gary said, leaving the house, just as Effren reached the front door.

"Hey gramps, you heading home already?" 

"Yeah. Been a long day. I took your mom to breakfast, then shopping, and then we just hung out here some. I'll see you again soon," Gary answered, giving Effren a friend hug as he left. He was such a cool older guy.

Jessica was sitting at the kitchen table, sipping on hot tea, checking her emails. She was wearing a long, pink bathrobe and unbeknownst to Effren, nothing underneath.

"Hey there. Have fun at work?" Jessica asked her son.

"Boring," Effren shrugged, doing a double take at his mother's cleavage, immediately looking away. He couldn't recall when or if he had ever seen her cleavage. Her nice tan reminded him of Juicy J's. Oh how he wished she would return.

"Dinner is in the fridge. I'm going to take a long, hot bath, and I might head to bed early. I'm exhausted," Jessica said, rising from her chair, kissing his cheek as she walked out of the room, humming playfully to herself. Effren assumed her good mood was due to finishing all the work she had to catch up on.

Effren heated up some of the lasagna, blankly staring out in to space, hoping he'd find a new reason to subscribe to the webcam site that evening.

He found the original reason to subscribe to that site 45 minutes later while sitting in front of his computer, a huge grin on his face, a nice sized cock in his hand, and a piece of paper on his desk with the date he would get his first pay check scribbled on it. Juicy J was back. A new preview video was uploaded. He watched it five times. He came like a volcano.




Juicy J



The rest of the week he jacked off to her to her each night. Hardly seeing much of his mother, assuming she was working, he had plenty of undisturbed time to admire Juicy J.

He took 20 new screenshots, pausing the videos at the right moment, carefully cropping some of the plain white wall on either side of her body out of the shot. Effren counted down the days until he got paid.

When Effren received that first pay check, depositing it with a mischievous grin on his face, he knew this was it. This was the moment he had waited for. He would see her face, he would see her naked body, he would take more screenshots of her, and he would have countless fun evenings jacking off to her.

With his erect cock in hand, his very own check card in the other, he typed the card number with the index finger of the non-cock stroking hand and became an official member of his favorite website. He immediately went to her profile to subscribe to her channel.

Effren's face went white, his erection subsided, he dropped his check card, his heart pounded loudly in his head, he stopped breathing - he was staring at his mother's naked body. She was smiling to the camera, giving it a playful wave, her nice sized breasts jiggling as she waved.

The orange blinking text read: "Juicy J is online!"

Chapter 5

Effren paced around the kitchen in shock. He had immediately logged out of the site, upon discovering his mother was Juicy J, shut down his computer and headed to the kitchen. He contemplated going for a sprint down the street, running for as long as he could, as fast as he could, hoping to release some of the mixed emotions he was feeling.

He was angry at her for doing this and hiding it, he was embarrassed that he never figured it out on his own -- the locked office room, Juicy J not being active the entire time they were in Hawaii, his mother catching up on work upon their return, furthering the inactive time on the account; Sandee's late night visit causing him to wonder if she was in on it too.

Then Effren felt disgust at himself for jacking off to her. He didn't know Juicy J was his mother, but still, he couldn't help but feel disappointed in himself. He shook his head, his face wincing like he just tasted something horrible.

He eventually did leave the house, but walked instead of running. "I didn't know it was her," he said to himself over and over, regretting subscribing to the site. He tried to rationalize it from that standpoint -- had he known she was his mother he wouldn't have joined, he wouldn't have watched and saved her preview videos, and he certainly wouldn't have masturbated to her.

He walked in circle for hours, eventually making his way to the beach nearby. He climbed up into his lifeguard tower, sitting silently alone. Within an hour he was asleep.

***

"Perdóneme. ¿Duerme allá arriba?" The officer said, shining his flashlight onto the sleeping Effren, causing him to stir.

"I don't speak Spanish!" Effren replied, holding his hands up to block the bright flashlight.

The officer cleared his throat, "Sorry. I was asking if you were asleep up there. Why don't you go on home kid? Do you need a ride?"

"No sir," Effren climbing out of life guard tower. "I went for a walk and took a break up there. I must've dozed off. I don't live far from here."

"Alright. Have a safe night," the officer said.

Effren made his way back home, not wanting to enter, wondering if his mother was still in her back office putting on a show.

The house was quiet, there was no lights coming from her open room. Effren peeped in seeing she was in her bed asleep.

Sitting on his own bed, he looked at his powered down computer, shaking his head. "If I had only known," he whispered.

Restless sleep finally took him again. He tossed and turned most of the night. The next morning he rushed off the beach to surf in an attempt to take his mind off the situation and avoid his mother.

Gliding along the ocean water brought him comfort. There were no jerks out to usher him off their supposed territory. He was mostly alone, thinking about his mother. He didn't know why she was doing this. He thought it might be for extra income. He knew her actual job was true, so this webcam stuff must be a side job.

Effren found himself in his room after he warmed up leftovers for the dinner he missed. He assumed his mother was in her back office room, but didn't dare go back there to say hello. He was still too embarrassed and if she was in the middle of a webcam show, he didn't want to disturb her.

Wide awake in bed after 1 am, Effren sat up, rubbing his neck. He sighed shaking his head. He wondered if his mother was online, but dared not log on to the site to see. He did boot up his computer and opened his Juicy J folder. Scrolling through screenshots and video files he saw the woman he masturbated too regularly. He didn't see her face or a naked body, but saw her perfect curves and tanned skin in a bikini. He wasn't erect. He just looked at the pictures with a blank look on his face, thinking back to when he didn't know the truth about her -- wishing he never knew the woman was his mother.

"She is hot though," he whispered. Sighing once more he turned off his computer, hoping to get some sleep. The last thought before sleep found him was Juicy J's flat tummy gyrating like a belly dancer in one of her preview videos.

Chapter 6

"You ok, Effren?" Jessica asked her son the next morning.

"Yep, I'm fine," he said grabbing some toast.

"Ok, I just haven't seen you much the past few days."

"I'm fine, just busy. Later!" He called out to her, heading to his job, hoping he didn't sound suspicious. He had decided he would never tell his mother what he knew about her. He figured she wasn't hurting anyone and she still treated him normally, perhaps this was just a phase she was going through, a way to unwind or express herself sexually. He thought about his mother having sex. She wasn't dating anyone and seemed to have zero interest in dating anyone. Effren felt a little better about this situation as he sat on top of his lifeguard tower.

Watching the people along the water play, he thought about how she was a good mom. They always got along; she worked hard to provide for him. Effren thought this side job was like a hobby, a fun release. He had to admit his mother, Juicy J, had a gorgeous body. He figured she was using it for a little fun while she still had it.

That evening he found himself once again looking at past screenshots and video that didn't show her face. He wasn't jacking off; instead, he was looking at her body admiringly. A slight smile came across Effren's face, "She does look amazing."

"Maybe I'll just see if she's online," He thought, logging into the site. She wasn't. Effren breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he might've tried to peak at her nude body, guilt ensuing.

He went to the kitchen once more and found his mother working late at the table. Effren could see her laptop monitor from behind her, noticing graphics software was open, along with a client's logo. He smiled, making his way to the refrigerator.

"Hi again," His mother said.

"Hey," he replied.

"Ugh, I'll be so glad to finish this assignment. Such a picky client," Jessica said, trying to make conversation with her elusive son.

"Yeah, sorry."

"Have a seat. I'm almost done here," Jessica said. Effren obliged sitting adjacent to her. She was wearing pajamas pants, a big white t-shirt, her hair was back in a pony tail, and her large reading glasses were on.

"So you like your job?" Jessica asked.

"Yeah, it's fine."

"I bet you probably spend most of your day checking out girls, right?" Jessica joked.

Effren smiled at her, "No, not always."

"You're a cute guy," his mother said.

"Thanks," he smiled.

"Almost done with this. Then I can unwind," she said.

Effren sat in silence sipping his water for another five minutes. His mother finished up, shutting down her lap top.

"Let's have a seat on the couch. I haven't seen you much lately," Jessica said, pulling a somewhat hesitant Effren along.

Snuggling up next to him, she grabbed his arm, putting it around her. They watched TV for a bit. "Juicy J is sitting next to me. I have my arm around her," Effren thought to himself, chuckling out loud. Luckily the show was amusing, so it didn't seem out of the ordinary for his mother to hear a chuckle.

Effren closed his eyes, breathing in her scent, her hair smelled so good. He closed his eyes, imagining himself holding Juicy J tightly, his arm pulling her closer to him, his hand sliding down her back, rubbing her hips and butt affectionately. Then he remembered Juicy J was his mother and squashed those thoughts.

The show ended and Jessica sat up, yawning, giving Effren a tight hug and a kiss on the cheek, "I'm heading to bed. Goodnight."

Effren smiled, watching her leave. He didn't feel as horrible anymore. A few minutes later he was logged into the webcam site. Juicy J was offline. "She's sleeping soundly in the room down the hall," Effren thought.

Sleep came much easier for him that night. A small smile was on his face when he lost consciousness.

Chapter 7

Curiosity got the best of him. He wanted to see her. He wanted to see what his mother was up to on that site. What he found not only shocked him, but aroused him as well.

Effren's mouth hung open the next night watching his mother, full makeup, long black hair down, wearing nothing, moving her hands over her body, grabbing her breasts, caressing her stomach, and eventually, casually rubbing her clit. He shook the image from his head, looking away from the computer, buthe was still curious. She was doing a sexy dance mixed with masturbation. "Wow," Effren thought.

He couldn't deny how sexy she looked, "This is insane," he thought watching this goddess move on camera.

He then saw something that made him more curious. There were different categories of short videos to choose from on her channel. They were not 20-30 second preview videos that didn't show her face or nudity. These were actual clips from her "shows."

Effren read the categories. There was a toys category, a lingerie category and another category that intrigued Effren even more. It was a category simply called "Sandee."

He immediately clicked on it. "Holy shit!" he nearly shouted in his room, hoping his mother didn't hear. She had done several shows with Sandee. Most of them were of the two women kissing, sucking breasts, eating pussy, and essentially having sex with each other.

Effren had to log out and step away. He had to process this. He wondered if his mother was a lesbian or was just putting on a show. "Do her subscribers go up when she does that?" Effren asked himself, pacing back and forth in his room.

Sitting on the edge of his bed, shaking his head, trying to calm himself down, Effren thought about everything. "Ok, so she's doing a webcam show. She's stripping, playing with herself, and sometimes, with another woman on her show for money. If she's a lesbian or not doesn't matter, I'd still love her. She's been a great mom to me. And finally," Effren thought, pausing a bit, looking to his computer, "she looks so very hot."

The rest of the evening was spent watching her insert dildos into her pussy and ass, watching her do sexy strip teases, and watching her and Sandee get it on in past show clips.

He lay in bed wide awake after Juicy J went offline. "Wow," he thought to himself once more. "This is insane."

***

The next night was more of the same. He avoided his mother as best he could again, but was on the computer watching her and, little by little, inching his hand to his crotch, pushing down on his growing erection, until finally, he was fully hard -- for her.

"Ahh!" Effren cried out an hour later, he was watching her ride a dildo, her beautiful backside on display. Her long dark hair was down to her lower back as she rode the toy. When Effren ejaculated, it was when his mother took the dildo out of her, turned around facing the camera and sucked the toy clean. Effren lost it, spraying semen everywhere, moaning while staring into her face.

Shortly after cumming, he logged out, shut computer down and went to bed feeling like an idiot. "I gotta talk to her about this. I want to know why she's doing it. But I can't talk to her directly, I'm too embarrassed."

Effren thought of the $20 per 15 minutes he could purchase to chat with her. He was going to do it the following evening.

***

There was a queue to get into a one on one chat with her. Effren continued to think about what to tell her during his 30 minutes wait. He had picked a username, Halfmex, slightly poking fun of his heritage. He waited. Went to the bathroom, came back, and waited some more.

Finally it was time. "Hi there," His mother said in a sultry tone, causing Effren to panic, turning down his speakers. He typed a "hello" back to her. She wasn't naked. She was wearing sexy, lacey, red lingerie.

"What can I do for you?" Jessica asked, running her hand down her stomach, seductively.

"Talk," Effren typed.

"Just talk?" His mother asked. "Alright. We can do that. What do you want to talk about? Maybe tell me what you're doing right now? Playing that cock of yours?"

"Wow," Effren whispered, before typing a reply. "No. Just talk about other stuff."

"Ok baby, well lead the way!" Jessica said, turning around, pulling the short, lacey, camisole up, revealing her thong covered butt.

Effren tried not to stare, shaking his head, gathering his thoughts. "How old are you?" he typed, knowing the answer.

"Would you believe I'm 36?" His mother said, after reading his chat. She now sat in the chair, sliding her hand into the thong.

"You got a family?" Effren typed.

"I do. But how about we not worry about that, let's just have fun, ok?" his mother said.

"Sorry. So why do you do this?" Effren typed.

His mother sighed, "It's for a little extra money. Plus it's fun. Now then, let's focus on other things," She said, pulling her camisole over her head, revealing a matching bra.

"Do you make a lot of money?" Effren asked.

"Halfmex, I make very good money doing this. Now, can we please focus on what you want me to do with myself?"

"I just want to talk though," Effren replied.

"Well I have other subscribers to tend to. So if you want to talk and not have fun then maybe you should leave."

"Sorry," Effren typed. He had no idea what to do at this point. He felt defeated. "I'll leave."

"Come back if you want to have some naughty fun with me!" Jessica said, trying to hide her annoyance at this subscriber.

"You're beautiful. I've always thought that. I wish you well, maybe I'll return tomorrow," Effren typed, speaking from the heart.

His mother smiled and nodded on the camera and Effren logged out. He felt he had just wasted $20, but in the back of his mind, he had made progress. Progress to what exactly? He wasn't sure. Perhaps he understood her better, maybe even trying to get her to stop doing this, since he could never tell anyone of this hobby of hers.

The next night, another $20, he was sitting at his computer once more in a one-on-one chat with Juicy J. She remembered him, joking about the guy that only wanted to talk. Effren smiled, watching her in a black bikini. "She looks so hot," he thought.

"What else do you do?" Effren asked her in the chat program.

After reading it, his mother responded, "I do some web work."

"Are you happy?"

Jessica laughed, "You are an odd one Halfmex. I would say I'm fairly happy yes."

"Do you feel slutty doing this?" Effren asked.

"I wouldn't say slutty. I think of a slut as a woman who sleeps with many different people all the time. I don't do that."

"Do you have a boyfriend? Does he know?" Effren typed.

"I do not have a boyfriend," Jessica sat down, realizing this guy wasn't going to ask her to do anything.

"Are you just saying that?"

"I don't have one," Jessica smiled, thinking about Gary. "What else do you want to know?"

"How many subscribers do you have that come on here and watch you?"

"A few hundred active ones. There's several hundred more that aren't as active."

"What's it like to know there are that many people that watch you?"

"I don't think too much of it. I don't know any of them, they don't know me. See this?" his mother asked, holding up a dildo. "Many people own and play with these; I just do it on camera sometimes. There's not really a connection with the people that watch me. Usually I'm here in this room alone. I don't feel anything other than thinking about what outfit to wear or what song to play."

Effren paused, thinking about what she said, before resuming typing. "I think you are gorgeous. You really are. I didn't know what your face looked like until I purchased a membership, but wow, you are so pretty."

His mother smiled softly into the camera, "That's very nice of you, Halfmex."

There was another pause. Effren sat at his computer staring into his mother's face. She had no idea he knew her secret, she had no idea she was responding to his chats.

Jessica cleared her throat, "Well, anything else you want to know?"

"Sorry, I just wanted to look at you for a bit."

"Well, by all means, go ahead," his mother said, standing, removing her bikini top, sliding out of her bottoms. She stood in front of the camera, her hands on her hips, fully nude.

Effren's mouth dropped slightly as he looked admiringly upon her body.

"You like it?" his mother asked.

Effren stared at her, unmoving, thinking about how stunning her body was. He finally typed in reply, "You're perfect."

"You're sweet," his mother said. She turned around slowly for Effren to get a better look. He stared at her breasts from the side, her nice ass, her toned back, everything. He was at a loss for words. Knowing who she really was now, amplified how he felt. No longer thinking she was the hottest webcam girl he ever saw, he watched her, slowly showing her body for him and thought she was the most beautiful woman he had ever saw.

He didn't masturbate to her; he only stared at her, admiring her. He placed his hand on the computer monitor, tracing her curves with his fingers. 

"Our time is almost up. You sure you don't want anything?" Jessica asked.

Shaking himself from his trance, Effren typed a reply. "No, just wanted to talk to you. I hope you have a great evening, maybe I'll come back tomorrow."

"You know, I think that'd actually be somewhat nice if you did, Halfmex," his mother said. "Good night!" she blew a kiss to the camera and ended the show.

Effren had trouble sleeping again. He thought about asking his mother about Sandee the next time he logged on.

Chapter 8

After Effren got off work the next day, he went home, and helped his mother with dinner. They didn't speak much, only sharing an occasional smile. Afterward they sat on the couch watching TV; Effren had his arm around her once more.

Jessica planted a kiss on her cheek, telling Effren she had some work today. He thought he knew better though, and waited five minutes after she left to log onto the site.

"She's not there. She must actually be doing work," Effren thought, seeing Juicy J's status as offline.

He waited until the next night. After a repeat of their quality time together, Effren logged into see Juicy J was online. He purchased some more time with her.

"Hi. You look great tonight," Effren typed.

"Well thank you," his mother said. "You're quite a nice guy. Most of them on here just want to get off on me."

"How does that make you feel?"

"Well it's why I'm here doing this I suppose. I don't really care either way. It's fun, I'm not hurting anyone, I'm making extra cash," his mother explained.

"So you aren't into jacking off for me?" she asked.




Juicy J



Effren didn't reply. He watched his mother remove her bathrobe.

"Please? Just for me? I want you to have some fun on here too, Halfmex," His mother pleaded, standing nude for him.

"You still there? Or are you busy pumping that cock for me?" She asked.

"I'm here," Effren typed.

"Good. Take it out for me," His mother commanded.

Effren was having trouble breathing, "This is crazy!" he thought.

"Pleeeeease?" his mother pouted. "You said you thought I was beautiful. Why don't you unwind a bit and stroke, what I'm sure is, a very impressive cock for me?"

Effren felt like passing out, this was unreal. "Yes ma'am!" he said aloud in his room, unzipping his pants, quickly fishing out his cock and slamming his fists up and down on it repeatedly.

"Are you doing it?" his mother asked.

"Yes," was his one handed reply.

"Good," Jessica said, standing up, running her hands all over her body, squeezing her breasts.

Effren was busy jacking his cock, watching her move and perform for him. She guided two fingers into her pussy, taking them out, licking them clean and moaning.

She swirled her tongue around her fingers, "I wished you could taste this, taste me," she said seductively. "Would you like to?"

"Yes," Effren typed back almost immediately. He was furiously masturbating to her now.

"Good. Cum for me. I want you to do it so badly. Please, I beg of you! Jack that cock of yours until you cum," his mother pleaded.

It was too much, he couldn't contain if he tried. His cock erupted once more, his eyes laser focused on his mother. He nearly fell out of his chair.

"Mmm, did you do it? Did you cum for me? I bet it tastes sooo good. I wished I could -- " His mother was saying. Effren began typing, the chat notification ring interrupting her.

"I did. I'm done," Effren had typed.

"Good. I know that feels so much better. I feel better too, thank you," She winked at the camera. "We have a few minutes left. Anything else on your mind?"

Effren's breathing slowed down, his legs still limp. He remembered Sandee. He was going to his mother about her. Bringing his hands to his keyboard after wiping them off on his shorts, he typed her name.

"Ah yes. She's my good friend. She joins me on here every once in awhile for some naughty fun. She'll be back in a few days if you want to come back and watch us," Jessica said.

"Are you and her together?" Effren slowly typed. He didn't think his mother was a lesbian or bi, but he was still curious.

"No, we're just friends. She doesn't have her own channel, so she's a guest on mine sometimes. She's very hot, you'd really like her!" Jessica answered.

Effren nodded his tired head, "Yeah." He wondered what his mother and the honey-brown hair with matching honey-brown eyed friend would do on their show.

"She usually brings toys and things like that. She's a lot of fun," his mother said, hoping to sell some more time to this Halfmex person.

Effren had trouble staying awake. The orgasm brought about by jacking off to images of his webcam babe of a mom, at her urging, exhausted him and made him feel guilty. He wanted to log off and head to bed.

"You there?" his mother asked.

"Yeah. Sleepy now," He typed, watching his mother smile. "You're so pretty. Have a good night."

"Awww thanks again. You're a sweetie. Good night!" She answered, ending the session.

Chapter 9

Effren was surprised that he wasn't thoroughly disgusted by his actions. He felt slight guilt, but not total hatred of himself. He wondered if he was desensitized to it via months of jacking off to Juicy J's body -- her face not visible.

As his mother was getting off the couch to head to her office, Effren stood with her, grabbing her arm and pulling her in for a hug. She was so warm and soft. "I love you," he whispered, smiling softly at her, caressing her face after the hug.

"Effren, I love you too darling," She smiled at him, visibly touched by his tenderness. "Is everything ok?"

"Mmhmm, just a bit tired," He replied.

"Well you have been out in the sun all day. Get some good sleep tonight, ok?" his mother said, giving his lips a quick kiss and heading toward her office.

Later that night, Effren sat in front of his computer, watching Juicy J once more. He thought about buying some more time with her, but decided against it. "Maybe another night. This is pretty intense."

He was asleep within an hour.

***

It was the weekend and Gary was over once more. He took the three of them to dinner. Afterward, Effren sat on the couch next to his mother, Gary sat on the other side of her. She seemed so happy, holding both their hands as they watched TV.

Gary left a little later and Jessica took a shower. Effren waited patiently at his computer.

"Do you have children?" he typed into the chat an hour later.

"Yes, I have a son," Jessica answered.

"So you do this stuff to help support him?" Effren asked.

"I thought we were going to have more naughty fun," Jessica chuckled. "Yes this is a means for extra income. I've saved a lot for college."

Effren sighed, looking to his keyboard. He shook his head and replied, "That's very nice of you. You seem like you'd be a great mom."

"Well thank you! I think I'm doing the best I can."

"I bet your son loves you very much," Effren typed.

"And I love him very much," a nude Jessica smiled into the camera.

"Does he know about your side job?" Effren asked.

Jessica laughed, "I hope not! I'd be mortified."

Effren, thinking about the other night wrote, "Maybe he'd think you were cool. Or maybe he'd like what he saw."

"I don't know about that," his mother said skeptically. "I doubt it."

"You are so beautiful, maybe he couldn't help it. Maybe he'd see you doing this and think about how lucky he was to live with such a sexy woman."

Jessica smiled and shrugged, "Maybe. Who knows?"

"Oh, my friend Sandee will be here in a couple nights. She was a little busy, so we postponed our team up. Will you be back to watch us?" she asked.

"I'll try," Effren responded.

Jessica did another strip for him a few minutes later. She got close to the camera, smiled sexily and asked Halfmex to jack off for her. Effren sat looking at her, "I can't say no to her."

He did what he was asked, spewing semen all over himself once again. His mother thanked him, both for cumming and buying time with her.

Effren was wide awake in bed, wondering if this was going to be a nightly ritual. He wondered if he'd ever tell her about what he knew.

***

After another long day at the lifeguard tower, Effren came home, collapsing on the couch. He was running low on funds. He could afford two more sessions with her before he got paid next.

After a loving hug to his mother, he logged back on and waiting his turn in the chat queue. She popped up on the screen, naked, smiling at the camera. "Hi, Halfmex, glad you're back."

"Hi," Effren typed.

"You going to jack off for me again?" Jessica asked.

"Maybe."

"Ah, I see. You'd rather talk more huh?" his mother guessed.

"Yeah, kinda," he typed.

"Well, what do you want to know tonight?"

"Would you ever tell your son you did this?" he asked.

"Ha! Maybe one day, many years from now, after he's out of college, perhaps."

"Is he a young kid?" Effren typed.

"Nope. 18."

"Hard to believe a woman with a body like yours has a kid."

"Thank you baby. Yes I worked hard to keep my figure."

"I bet your son takes after his mother and is quite attractive too," Effren smiled a little as he typed that.

"Oh he is! Very cute, very sweet and funny. Beautiful inside and out," She replied, rummaging through a bag of toys.

"You never know, he may want to join in on your show with you," Effren suggested.

"I highly doubt that! You're being silly now aren't you?" She chuckled.

"You never know. Some people are like that. They do some weird stuff. I bet he has a crush on you," Effren typed.

Jessica paused for a moment, thinking of her father, "Who knows? But I doubt he's like that."

"You could flirt with him. Or go on a date with him. Maybe kiss him?"

"Sounds like you have a certain fantasy rolling around in your head, eh?" His mother said.

"I don't know. Maybe," Effren sighed as he typed. "Just a thought."

"My friend will be with me tomorrow night. I hope you'll tune in!" Jessica said.

After that subject change, she did more dancing; she rode a dildo, she begged Halfmex to cum. He did so without hesitation.

Chapter 10

"So you looking forward to tonight?" Sandee asked Jessica at lunch the next day.

"I am! Always a fun time with you," Jessica said, reaching across the table to pat her friend's hand. "There's a special subscriber that may tune in to watch us tonight."

"Oh yeah? A big fan of yours?" Sandee asked.

"I think he is. The odd thing about it though, is that he talks to me. He'll ask questions about why I do this, about my family, if I make good money and so on."

"That is odd."

"I have to egg him on to jack off to me. Like I said, he likes to just chat."

"Maybe he's interesting in getting involved with this fun little hobby," Sandee suggested.

"Could be, but you know what he kept asking me about?" Jessica asked a confused Sandee. "My son. First I told him I had one, and then he kept asking questions. He asked his age, and then," Jessica started giggling, "he suggested that maybe my son would like to watch my show and that he'd have a crush on me and -- "

"Stop right there," Sandee said. "Baby, if you don't stop, I'm going to have to leave this table, go the bathroom, mount the dildo I have in my purse to a toilet, and ride it to a climax. I've done it before."

Jessica laughed at her friend. "Serves you right for all dirty emails you sent me while I'm trying to work!"

"I will drag you in there with me. You better stop right there. A naughty mommy is a HUGE fetish of mine, ok?" Sandee said.

"Well I told this subscriber that my son probably wouldn't be interested in me like that," Jessica said. 

Sandee stood, bending down to Jessica, bringing her lips into a slow kiss, "I bet you he would." She smiled at Jessica and made her way to the bathroom.

***

Effren sat at his computer that night, his mouth agape, watching his mother and Sandee furiously make out on camera, nude. Sandee was sitting in a chair, Jessica straddling her, their profiles turned to the camera. Effren could see everything. He could hear everything. He heard their moans and the sounds of their tongue swirling around the other's mouth. He wasn't jacking off; he simply stared at them in astonished shock.

Jessica ended the kiss by sucking on Sandee's tongue similar to sucking on a cock. "You like it?" She asked Halfmex.

Effren typed "yep" into the chat line.

Sandee, always mischievous, started talking next. "Maybe we should go get her son. Would you like that Halfmex?"

"Sandee," Jessica said, giving her a look.

"I think that'd be a great idea," Sandee said, turning to the camera. "Juicy J is a naughty mommy. She would love to have her son in here and put on a show with him."

"Sandee!"

Effren looked to his door, quickly moving to lock it. When he returned to his computer, Sandee had gotten up and was rummaging through a bag of toys. Effren watched her step in and pull up a belt of sorts. When she turned around, he saw large strap-on. His mouth dropped once more.

"Suck my dick, mom," Sandee said to Jessica, pointing the fake, flesh colored cock in her face.

"Sandee," Jessica said, shaking her head.

"Come on, suck it. At least pretend I'm him. Pretend I'm your son for Halfmex. He wants to see how naughty of a mother you are," Sandee egged her on.

Effren sat on the edge of his seat. He watched his mother smile nervously at the camera. She returned her gaze to Sandee's strap on.

"Come on, show him how bad you want your son," Sandee said.

Effren moved in close, his mouth open. Jessica gave the camera one more nervous smile, looked to Sandee, then to the strap on, took a deep breath and grabbed it by the base. She opened wide and began hungrily sucking the dildo, moaning as she did. Effren almost ejaculated right there. He gripped the edge of his desk so hard, his hands hurt.

Jessica was moaning as she sucked the fake cock. "I'm him," Sandee reminded her. "Mmm you're a naughty mom."

Jessica took it out of her mouth and glared up at Sandee. Effren watch his mother rise to her feet, move the chair so it was facing the camera, quickly guide Sandee to sit on it, grabbed the fake cock, and plunged it deep into her pussy.

Effren almost messed up his pants. He watched his mother straddle Sandee, a strap-on dildo in her pussy, and bounce up and down on it.

"That's it! Ride it baby!" Sandee said, slapping her ass. "Ride your son's cock!"

"Ahh!" Jessica cried out, throwing her head back, her long hair flowing down her back.

"Make him cum!" Sandee ordered, gripping her waist as she bounced on it.

"I'm the one, ahhh, that's cumming!" Jessica cried out then stopped bouncing. Effren watch closely as he saw her butt muscles tense up and her body shake in Sandee's arms. Effren couldn't move; he just sat there, his mouth hanging open, watching his mother come down off an orgasm.

Jessica stood, climbing off of Sandee, and went off camera. "You still there?" Sandee asked, looking into the camera.

Effren was frozen, still in shock, he couldn't type a response.

"Hello? You there?" Sandee asked again.

"Yeah," was Effren's reply.

His mother came into view, looking flustered, "That's all the time we have tonight, Halfmex." Just as she was clicking the button to end the show, Effren heard Sandee ask if she really thought of "him" -- meaning Effren. The last thing he saw before the show went to black was his mother nodding her head.

Chapter 11

Effren couldn't believe this was happening in his home; down the hall, behind a closed bedroom door, then again, behind a locked office. He sat looking to his trembling hands for a moment. He wanted to jack off and finish his session, but needed fresh air.

Walking around the small driveway, he took some deep breaths, calming himself down. He looked at Sandee's car, wondering what she and his mother were doing now. Suddenly the front door opened. Effren ducked behind Sandee's car. He heard the two women chatting.

"Thanks again for inviting me over," Sandee said.

"Yeah," Jessica replied.

"Aww what's wrong?" Effren heard Sandee ask.

His mother chuckled, "You have a way of getting me so riled up."

Effren heard kissing sounds. "That stuff about your son and being a naughty mommy got you excited huh?" More kissing noises.

"It did," His mother replied, followed by more kissing.

"You sure you don't want me to spend the night?" Sandee asked, the sounds of their lips smacking several more times.

"No, it's fine, I need to shower anyway," Jessica answered.

"Ok," Sandee ended their embrace. "I'll talk to you later. Maybe pretend Effren joins you in the shower."

"Sandee!" Jessica rolled her eyes. "See you later," She closed the door. Effren watched Sandee appear around the corner, walking slowly to her car. He stood.

"Effren! You scared the crap out of me!" Sandee exclaimed, startled by seeing him standing on the other side of her car.

"Sandee," Effren started to say.

"Are you ok?"

Effren shook his head, taking a deep breath, the need to tell someone overtaking him, "I know."

"You know? Know what? Me and your mom were kissing? Yeah, we're just friends, she doesn't mind that I'm really affectionate," Sandee explained.

"No, no, not that. I know why you're here. I know what you and her were doing in her office. I know about the webcam show," Effren said.

Sandee's eyes shot open and she gasped. "You, you do?!?"

"Yeah."

"Oh no, um, I can explain," Sandee said.

"No need. I've watched her shows, I've chatted with her on her channel," Effren confessed.

"You have?" Sandee winced.

Effren sighed, looking to his feet, and quietly said, "I'm Halfmex."

Sandee brought her hand to her mouth; unable to speak.

"Don't tell her I know. Please?" Effren asked. Sandee shook her head.

"Did you like what you saw?" Sandee asked, taking a few steps toward Effren.

He sighed and nodded his head "yes."

Sandee paused, standing in front of him now, leaning toward him, she whispered in his ear, "Get in the car."

"What?"

"I said get in my car," She grinned, turning around, opening the back door for him. "Get in."

"Sandee, I -- "

She forcefully pushed him into her back seat. He was on his back and Sandee was working at his shorts, tugging and pulling at the button and zipper.

"Sandee," Effren said, watching the woman work, pulling his shorts down, a shocked look on his face when she pulled her pajama pants down; she wasn't wearing underwear. She watched her pull his boxers down and climb on top of him.

"I'm still horny from our little show. To know you watched it and liked it, makes me even hornier," Sandee said, peering down at his face. "Now then, close your eyes."

"What?"

"I said close your eyes," Sandee said through grit teeth. Effren did as he was told. Sandee began kissing his neck, his cheeks, and then his mouth. "Pretend I'm her," She whispered, licking against his ear.

"Juicy J?" he asked, panting, shaking at her playful licks.

"No. Your mother," Sandee corrected him. Reaching behind her, she grabbed his cock, slowly guiding it into her, and sat all the way down on it. "I'm her right now."

Effren was frozen, "I don't know, I -- "

"Do it!" Sandee fussed at him. "Right now I'm your mother, and I'm telling you to fuck me."

"Yes ma'am!" Effren grabbed her butt hard, squeezing her toned cheeks. His hips began bucking upward, Sandee's head nearly hitting the roof of her car. Effren moaned and grunted as he worked, seeing Juicy J, his mother in his mind. She was the one on top of him; she was the one he was plunging into over and over again in the back of the car.

"Oh!" Effren cried out, pulling Sandee down on top of him, thrusting in and out of her as fast as he could. Several more long moans and his balls tightened, his cock erupted, and he coated her insides with semen.

"I love you," he whispered to his mother, holding Sandee tight against him.

"And she loves you," She replied, kissing his cheek. "My house tomorrow morning. Do you understand?" Sandee commanded.

"Uh huh," Effren said out of breath.

Effren was awakened from his slumber in his bed 45 minutes later, when he heard his mother close her car door, start the engine, and leave. He wondered where she was going. He closed his eyes once more, thoughts of his upcoming day on his mind, and fell asleep.

***

"Yes! Yes!" Jessica screamed out, throwing her head back, her body shaking after having one of the most powerful orgasms in her life. She collapsed on her father's chest afterward.

Gary held her against, running his fingers through her hair, "Glad I could help. I don't mind being woken up for this."

Jessica, still out of breath, managed to reply, "I thought of Effren. I thought of him earlier; and then again just now."

Her father chuckled, "I see, do you think he might be like you and I? Do you think he'd be interested in showing love the way we do?"

"I don't know. I have no idea," She said, her head resting on his chest.

"Well, perhaps when the time is right, you'll find out," her father said.

"Can I come back tomorrow morning?" Jessica asked.

"Of course you can. I'm always glad to help you, in whatever way you need," Gary answered.

Chapter 12

"Come on! Come on! That's it!" Sandee said, on her back, Effren on top the next morning slamming into her. "Picture her cumming for you, picture her screaming your name!"

"Uhnnn," Effren moaned, his eyes closed shut.




Juicy Lucy



1Frank Fletcher drove down I-80 with an expectation that almost made his chest explode. It had been three months since his last trip to Wyoming from St. Louis, and he had been able to swing several days off after his session with his clients in Cheyenne. He approached Kearney, Nebraska and licked his lips in anticipation. He was a pudgy man in his early 50's, a crop of grey hair that misbehaved at every opportunity, and a freshly grown beard he kept trimmed close, making his face a forest of tiny spikes.

In the back of his car awaited a masterpiece of his woodworking skill. It was a double tit press, extra large, and could be tightened by one huge screw. One of his co-workers was assigned to service some clients in northern Minnesota, and used the opportunity to take his family along. Frank house sat for him, making full use of this friend's full basement workshop, using skills he developed in High School shop class and honed as a carpenter until a back injury forced him to seek less strenuous work.

Waiting for him in Kearney was Lucy Lewis, a chubby woman in her late 40's with long grey hair. Her face was broad with a smashed nose, cloudy blue eyes, round cheeks and a double chin, her butt has enormous, but the feature Frank looked forward to were her huge breasts. In previous visits, he discovered great pleasure in torturing them which she shared. It became a routine, he would stop as he went back and forth to Wyoming and she would burst in on him in the early morning, presenting her jugs to his abuse to keep him from reporting her to boss ready to dismiss her. 

Her boss had finally fired her out of pure spite, and she'd found work at a local convenience store. There she progressed rather rapidly to manager status, and was in charge of the establishment. She kept in contact with Frank, pleading with him to come visit her on his next trip to Wyoming and expressing frustration when his work did not take him her direction. 

Finally, he was coming West, and in preparation he'd given her a shopping list. Some of the items were easy to acquire, but one item frustrated her efforts until a local Catholic church closed. Looking on the Internet, she discovered the uses of her purchases, which made her shudder in fear and burn in anticipation. 

Frank read Lucy's directions again, and turned into the parking lot of her apartment complex. It would be difficult for him to lug his prize possession up two flights of stairs in one trip while juggling a small toolbox, but his libido spurred him onward. A simple bag over his shoulder contained his personal effects, for he would stay with her as well as play with her.

Her apartment was in the upper right hand corner of an unglamourous box build in the late '60s. He rang the doorbell, and it opened quickly. "Hello," she murmured. She was wearing a t-shirt and jeans, her heavy breasts hanging down free of restraint, her grey hair pulled back in a long ponytail, her fat feet bare.

"Hello," he murmured in return. "See ya got everything."

"Yes," she whimpered. "I did my best."

"How long has it been since I last seed you?"

"Three months."

"Has it been too long?"

"Yes."

"Did you play with yourself or did you do what I told you?"

"I did what you told me. I sucked my own tits every night, and thought about what you'd to do them. I didn't play with myself any other way, and nobody else touched me neither."

"Good. I'm looking forward to playing with your fat udders."

She kept her head down, but a slight smile creased her face. "What'cha got there?"

He put it down on her linoleum table and pulled off the cover. "This is a tit press. A big clamp."

"Looks nasty."

"Oh yes. And I took the time to line it with coarse sandpaper. This should feel incredible when it traps your floppy udders. I see you forgot something here."

"Did it?"

"Yes. You've got the clothespins, rubber bands, hand restraints, hair brush, votive candles. . ."

"Had to buy them from the church," she blurted out. "The priest didn't know what they was for and blessed them before I left."

"Kinky, I'm impressed. Green sided sponge, feather duster, air duster. The prie-dieu is wonderful, looks like it'll be the right height when I install the press on top of it. But you forgot one very special thing."

"What?"

"The rolling meat tenderizer." Her eyes grew broad. "Oh, don't worry, Lucy, I'm not going to completely mangle your boobs. Just make them wish they'd never been born." An evil chuckle resounded in the mostly empty room: it was a big, multi purpose room with an elderly couch, a kitchen table with old plastic chairs, an end table, an HDTV with satellite, and a single plant by the window. The prie-dieu sat in the middle of the floor. One door lead to a kitchen, another to the one bedroom and bath, and another to a closet.

"Let's get busy, Juicy Lucy. Bring the press over here and put it on top of this ledge while I get my hammer and nails. No, first kneel down here and let me see whether this is gonna work." She did as ordered, and he noticed the base of her mammaries cleared the top with room to spare. "Yes, now hold it in place with I drive in the nails." He fixed the press on top of the kneeler, whistling as he worked. "We might put something a little more, rubbery under some hardware sometime, right baby?" She blushed and turned her head. "This seems pretty solid. Don't want it coming apart if you get too agitated."

Putting his tools away, he turned to her and slapped her face hard. "Now, go get a bowl of soapy water from the kitchen and a towel. Make the water very hot." 

"Okay." She returned in a moment and set the bowl down on the table with the other items. Kneeling on the prie-dieu, she looked at him and batted her eyelashes. "Now what?"

He licked his lips nervously. "One thing you need to realize."

"Yeah?"

"This is a tit trap. Once your tits are trapped, you can no control over what happens to them. You understand that?"

"Yes, Mr. Fletcher." She flipped off her t-shirt with one motion and started to kneel.

"Wait."

"Wait for what?"

"Light the candles first."

Jumping up, she bounced over and lit a match to light the votive candles, smiling as she did so. Frank watched her in interest, and when she finished, gestured her to kneel in the newly constructed device. She hurried to obey, lifting her boobs through the opening and letting them lay hanging on the other side.

The device was tightened. It creaked a little as the screw was turned, and she watched as the compression grew greater and greater. Happy with the tension, he flicked her nipples before getting the restraints to bind her hands to the sides of the kneeler. After he finished that task, he gave the screw another couple of spins and watched as her huge breasts began to swell from confinement.

"Nice," he said, "Very nice. I do believe Juicy Lucy, you've gotten your udders caught in a tit trap. Not very smart, you don't know what's going to happen to them in there?"

"Will it hurt?" He nodded. "Will it hurt a lot?" Another nod. "Will it make my cry and scream in pain?" He pinched her nipples hard, rolling and twisting them as she looked up at him calmly. "Will it make my poor breasties your favorites toys?"

"Yes. You know it."

She turned her head to the side for moment, then straight again. "Okay."

"First we have to be clean. So let's scrub these floppy doppies so they'll be ready." Taking the sponge, he filled it with water and began to soap her massive churns, taking care to use the green side liberally. She rolled her head and moaned as the water touched her, the subs dancing across her skin. "Now to dry them off." Next came the air cleaner, hissing at close range in short spurts to chase the moisture and foam away. 

He palmed the meaty jugs and pressed them together. There were becoming more bulbous. Taking a rubber band, he began putting red marks on her skin, snapping the rubber against her skin, pulling it back more and more until he made a snap that made his fingers smart. Shaking his hand, he put his fingers into his mouth. "Here, Juicy, suck on this till they feel better." She complied, doing every gentle thing to assuage his throbbing digits.

"Oh damn, forgot something," he said, taking his fingers out of her mouth. He skipped back to the kitchen and there was rustling. He returned with a tray of ice cubes. "Time for those teats to stand up and take what's coming to them." A crack and a snap, and he held small piece next to her areola. It grew a hard bud, which is immediately captured with a clothespin.

She hooted as her other nipple was chilled into submission and captured. He stepped back and viewed his work. "I just love seeing these big udders like this."

"Me too," she whispered.

"I'm like a kid in a toy store, I don't know what to do next."

"Mmm, anything you want, Frankie."

He slapped her tits with his open hand several times. "Who gave you permission to call me that? Who? Who?" He took off his belt and began smacking his palm with it. "You can't call me anything except Mr. Fletcher. Understand that?" The belt landed on her breasts several times, filling the little apartment with loud thwacks. The skin turned red, and tears began to course down her cheeks.

As he lashed her breasts, Lucy's face changed color and she began to shudder. A short series of moans escaped her lips, and her body heaved. Her lower lip trembled, a pungent aroma flooded the room, and she released a long, low whine as her orgasm took her.

Frank stopped while she finished her climax. Throwing the belt aside, he picked up the hair brush and began hitting her tits with the blunt end of it several times, before turning it to hit her with the bristles, making her cry out in pain and wail. "Now for the summit, the peak." He picked up the rolling meat tenderizer; her eyes grew large as he brandished the savage instrument in front of her.

"Now, slut, what is my name?"

"Frank Fletcher."

He knelt and made contact with her skin. Keeping the pressure light, the points did not penetrate the skin completely, but made her breast feel like a pincushion. Small red dots appeared all over her jugs, and tears flowed from her eyes as she watched him torment her. Holding up her churns by the nipples, he made sure to travel the undersides, letting the weight of them settle a little on the points before moving on.

Finally, he put the instrument away, looking at her red pricked discolored jugs. "I think the wax should come next, don't you?" She nodded silently, her eyes still brimming, her face and cheeks red. "But first we should take the clothespins off. Don't want your nipples to miss all the fun, do we?" She nodded again. "Okay, count to three and I'll take off the left one."

"One, two, three, yeeeowww!" She bucked back and forth and her hands strained against their bonds as the pain set in.

"That's better. I'll wait a minute and let you calm down. Gosh, the right one is a nice shade of purple, isn't it? This'll be so wonderful.. Same story: count to three."

"One, two, three, yeeeowww!" Her voice was higher and her wail more sustained, traveling farther across the audio spectrum as the blood returned to her tender flesh, and he milked her tingling tits to help restore the blood flow, making her warble and scream. The pungent smell grew stronger, and she shook in another strong orgasm.

Stepping back, he looked down on his victim, the bulge in his pants tenting. Pausing, he looked at the candles and wondered if he could hold out until he visited her with another round of pain, or whether he should pull out his cock at that moment and blow his nuts all over the woman's face and hair. He went out of her sight and pulled up a chair to sit down; his back was a little sore from standing on her hard floor and his feet hurt. The pain made his ardor fade. After five minutes, he went into the bathroom and took several aspirin before returning to his recreation.

Lucy was still on her knees, her reddened breasts protruding from the homemade apparatus, looking at him with big eyes. Her fingers were moving, grasping, reaching, expressing her hope for more attention. The glass sheathed candles were pooling their wax, on the verge of extinguishment by drowning. 

Frank picked up a candle and hovered over Lucy. His face was drawn in a grotesque leer, his hand trembling as it held the candle, his eyes fixed on the huge targets before him. 

A first, teasing dribble fell on delicate skin. A sharp intake of breath: a second stream of molten liquid descended, and a third. She bit her lip and her hands quivered. The target was changed from one side to the other, several drops and a stream landed on fresh territory. "How's that, my lovely cow?"

"Ahhhh. So hot. So hot," she whimpered. "Are you going to do it again?"

"Oh yes, my slut, oh yes. How about this?" A glob landed directly on her nipple. She shrieked and quivered, trying to move from side to side. "Not so nice? I didn't think so." Several plumes traveled to land on tender flesh; tired of her protests, he lowered his pants, took off his boxers and shoved the semen stained shorts into her mouth. "Now you'll stop your griping."

Methodically, he returned to covered her breasts with wax. Each dollop was greeted with mews and moans, she shook in another orgasm, and soon her churns were encased in a multi-colored  

colored shell. She sucked on the sweaty, goo soaked cloth in her mouth, trying to suck the moisture from it. His now naked prick was rigid, the head peeking from the foreskin, and coated with white goo. Finally, he could take it no more: he walked up just in front of her face and began to jack off furiously. Her eyes followed his movements, her hands moving as if stroking him. After so much stimulation, it took less that fifteen seconds to coat her face with his seed.

After he subsided, he pulled his sodden underwear, now heavy with her saliva, and she took several deep breaths. "How do your udders feel now?"

"Oh, they're on fire, just like the rest of me."

"Any ideas how to get rid of this floppy mess?"

She thought, her eyes rolling around. "Whip it off?"

"Whip it off. What a wonderful idea." He picked his belt back up, and flicked it in preparation. "Will you suck my cock when I'm done?"

"Yeah. But I'm tired of kneelin'."

He unscrewed his device, loosened her hands, and allowed her to rise shakily to her feet. She stretched and unkinked muscles confined to one position for too long. Her breasts wobbled, encased in their shells, and she lifted them up, offering them to him. He smiled, and brought his belt down on his favorite targets, liberating them from the waxy prison and turning them a very bright shade of red, as she wiggled and struggled to stand while another orgasm rippled through her body.

Frank laid down on the couch and Lucy came to him, kneeling over his lower legs. Without a word she took out her dentures and slid his rigid member into her mouth, slurping and slobbering over his little wiener. Her tongue was all over his groin, and he held her head as she brought him closer and closer to the edge. Finally, with an animal cry that would have made a baboon jealous, he emptied himself into her hungry mouth, and she slurped and sucked like an infant to devour his sperm until his testicles were completely empty.



Juicy Lucy!



Authors note: Please give me feedback on my story positive or negative but if it is negative make it Constructive please. Thanks!

My name is Thomas Ford and I am a twenty five years old businessman, who is married with no kids. 

A week ago I had to attend the wedding of my wife's, brother in Kansas.

When my wife, Kelly and I arrived at the church for the ceremony my eyes fell on her mother, Lucy. I often fantasized about making love to Lucy, but I could not because of obvious reasons.

While my wife, Kelly was an attractive, brunette with big black glasses, She had a skinny boys body that could not compare with her mothers.

Kelly's, mother Lucy was an extremely, gorgeous, fifty years old woman with a luscious mane of golden blonde hair and big ocean blue eyes.

Lucy was also seriously stacked with an awesome pair of forty six, Double G melons along with a slim waist, curvy hips, nice rounded ass and long dancer legs on a five foot seven frame.

Lucy worked at a health spa and I was lucky enough to see her in her working clothes which consisted of a tight white, tube top that said "Arnold's Health Spa" written in black letters across her titanic chest with thong bikini bottoms wrapped around her shapely waist.

The sight of my voluptous mother wearing this caused me to immedietly pitch a huge, circus tent inside my pants which Lucy did not fail to notice. 

Even though Lucy noticed my considerable hard on she did not say anything, After all I was married to her daughter but I did notice a slight smile on her face as she strutted by me.

My wife, Kelly failed to notice anything going on between her mother and I because she was too busy looking at the huge, health spa Lucy worked in. but I am sure Kelly was jealous of her hot mothers fantastic body.

Lucy's husband had died of a heart attack a few years before. It was said that Lucy's lovemaking was so passionate that her poor husband just keeled over, Seeing Lucy's hot looks and body I did not doubt this story for an instant.

When Kelly and I arrived at the wedding Lucy was wearing a dress that made the most of her over- flowing bosom. 

Lucy's whopping jugs were just the way I liked them an I could hardly keep my eyes off of my foxy, mother, throughout the whole ceremony.

When the ceremony was over we all then went down the hall into a banquet area. The voluptous, Lucy was seated opposite me so I had a fantastic view of her great cleavage.

I think Lucy realized her mammoth mammaries had me like a fish on the line, as midway through the speeches I felt something on my leg.

It was Lucy's bare stocking right foot rubbing the inside of my lower pant leg. Lucy then started to raise her foot higher as I saw her breathing harder, Her huge, boobs heaving.

Lucy then started to rub her foot against the inside of my thigh, I looked at her as she flashed me a sly smile.

I was sitting right next to my wife, Kelly so I could hardly make a suggestion. Fortunetly my wife was talking to one of her relatives and didn't notice anything.

Lucy then flashed a huge, mega watt smile at me. Lucy's smile was like the super-model Christie Brinkley's smile in that it could light up a whole room.

"How are you enjoying the banquet,Tommy?" she asked.

"Fine, Mrs. Brooks." I replied.

"Oh, please call me Lucy," she shot back smiling.

"Ok, Lucy," I responded returning her infectious smile.

I then saw Lucy look at all the banquet treats.

"Tommy, I see that the little square ones are pizza,the little round ones are caviar....and the big round ones are my tits!" Lucy teased giggling as she jiggled her whopping boobies at me and moved her foot up even higher till I felt her toes brushing against my enormous, fast rising cock.

Lucy then began to rub my cock back and forth with her talented toes as she tossed her head back, closing her eyes and moaning softly to herself.

I tell you my cock was getting so hard through all her teasing I shot her a meaningful look. I then excused myself saying that I had to go to the john.

I walked along the hallway outside and walked near the restrooms. If my mother, Lucy wasn't just a pricktease I figured she would come out pretty soon.

I then took out a cigarette to smoke and just when I was about to go inside again thinking that Lucy was just a pricktease after all, I saw her walking sexily towards me.

"Hello, Tommy! did you like all my teasing in there?" she asked flirtatiously batting her eyes at me.

"Yes,Lucy I stammered very embarrased.

"Good Tommy, Now what do you think about this!" she responded as she wrapped her long slender arms around my neck and kissed me fully on the lips causing my cock to really strain my underwear.

"Great Lucy!" I answered sheepishly.

"It is good that you married my daughter, Kelly because she is a good woman and will make a good wife to you but I know you really have the hots for me!" Lucy said smiling.

"That is true!" I replied.

"I wan't you to know Tommy, that I have the hots for you too!" she answered as she grabbed me in a tight embrace locking her lips against mine.

"That's great to hear Lucy!" I replied smiling.

"If we are going to do anything we had better do it quick before anyone notices us." Lucy said as I nodded my head in agreement.

Lucy then grabbed my hand and led me into the ladies room and into one of the stalls as she locked the door.

Lucy then pulled me close against her body as she put her tongue in my mouth. The instant she did this my young dick welled up like a helium balloon in my pants.

I then grabbed her giant melons and gave them a squeeze.

"Wow! you are one hot broad! Now let me see those fucking tits!" I commanded as I tugged her flowery pink dress down and yanked off her satin bra.

The instant I took off her bra Lucy's breasts popped out happy to be free from their confining harness.

Lucy's boobs were so immense they knocked me backwards a bit when I did this! I then latched my lips on her big right nipple and sucked as my already sizeable cock zoomed up even higher in my pants.

Lucy then helped me take off all my clothes as she then knelt down to suck me off. Lucy then put her boobs up to massage my balls as she blew me.

Man that felt soo good but before I blew my load I just had to fuck her as I then sat down on the toilet seat and guided Lucy on top of my lap.

When I was doing this Lucy quickly took her white, thong panties off and tossed them sexily to the side.

Lucy then fed me her slick cunt to my pulsating cock. Lucy then sat down on me till she was on me till the hilt.

I then carried on where I left off with her tits as she worked her snatch up and down my cock. We were trying so hard to be quiet but our loud grunts and groans must of been pretty bad.

Suddennly we heard the bathroom door open and someone walk inside the restroom and into a stall right next to us.

I then looked at at the next occupied stall and then back at Lucy. Lucy was sitting on my lap smiling at me.

Lucy's gigantic, naked titties right smack in my face as I couldn't resist grabbing a big, plump tit and sucking on her nipples making her moan pleasurably.

I then heard the womans voice next door. Worse I recognized the voice of my wife, Kelly.

Kelly asked if that was her mother in the next stall. Thinking fast Lucy said that it was, explaining away all her moaning by saying she thought she ate something bad.

"OOhh, mother!" I hope that you will be ok!" Kelly said all concerned.

"I am sure I will be honey. I just ate something that didn't agree with me that's all." she answered.

"Have you seen my husband Tommy, around?" Kelly then asked.

"No, honey, He probably went out for a smoke or something." Lucy lied as she held her mouth tightly to keep from laughing out loud as her enormous, round, breasts shook mightily.

Thanks mom." my wife then answered as she then flushed the toilet, washed her hands and left the ladies room.

Lucy and I were in great relief when Kelly left as we exchanged smiles.

Lucy then started to laugh loudly as her gigantic tits wobbled out of control.

"Tommy, you really owe me one great fuck after I lied my ass off for you like that!"

"Yes, I owe you ate least that!" I answered her as I grabbed her juicy, round, ass in my hands and started fucking her like crazy.

Lucy groaned with every thrust, Her titanic jugs bouncing up and down wildly as she came enormously over and over again.

I then rammed my cock deep inside of her cunt filling it up with come. Lucy then like a female bitch in heat grabbed my cock and sucked it off to another mighty erection.

Lucy then instructed me to get off the toilet seat as she then put the top down and knelt her body on it as she wiggled her shapely ass in my direction.

"Now bang my ass with all that you got baby. I just love it up the ass!" she cried excitedly as I then rammed my bull sized dong right up her super tight hole.

"Harder! Tommy! Harder!" she cried as I kept on ramming away.

"Yes! Baby! Yesss!" she continued to cry as I continued to ram her.

"Oh, god baby, You are hitting my spot, It feels sooo good!" Lucy cried as I felt her voluptous body stiffen as she came mightily again, again and again. 

Seeing Lucy come so mightily triggered off my own orgasm as I came just as mightily inside of her. 

I then told Lucy that we had better get back to the wedding as we quickly put all our clothes on as I arrived at the banquet table first. 

It is amazing how creative you can be when your ass is on the line. I then spun my wife a story that I had gone out for a smoke, gotten confused on what hall the banquet was and then walked around aimlessly for awhile.

I figured my lie must of worked because my wife did not seem at all suspicious. A few minutes later Lucy appeared at the table pretending to still feel sick from the banquet food. Man was she a great actress.

"I think I am going to leave now you guys because I don't feel at all well." she said.

"Oh, mother can't you stay longer? You are going to miss all the dancing?"" my wife asked very concerned.

"Oh, that's ok. I just enjoyed the main event of the day anyway." Lucy replied meaning all the hanky panky we had together as she gave me a secret wink my wife missed as she walked sexily away.

I still can't believe I had gotten away with fucking my wife's, gorgeous, blonde, stacked mother. 

The fun was not over yet though because a few weeks later when I came home from work I saw my wife, Kelly sitting on the sofa next to her mother Lucy. 

Lucy was wearing a spandex red mini-skirt, crossing her sexy, long legs, Her enormous,round melons straining the fabric with her big, plump nipples fully erect. Just seeing her this way caused my cock to stir in my pants as she and her daughter looked up at me smiling.

"Honey, I am going on my annual two week long business trip and I decided to surprise you by getting my mother down here to keep you company while I am gone!" Kelly said happily not knowing that she had played right into our hands by getting her mother with me for me to fuck!

"Ok, Kelly. That sounds like a good idea!" I replied as I waved to Lucy giving her a lustful look that she returned to me.

The very next day Lucy and I, drove my wife to the airport.

"You two have fun together. I will see you in two weeks." Kelly said as she got out of the car and took off for her plane.

"Don't worry we will!" Lucy and I said in unison as we tried not to laugh out loud. The moment Kelly was out of sight we took off down the road back towards my house. I could not wait to fuck my wife's, sexy, mother again.

While I was driving back to my house I then felt Lucy's hand descend on my lap giving me an instant hard on.

"What do you think of me sweetheart!" Lucy said sexily as she unzipped me fly.

"I think that you are a very exciting woman!" I shot back.

"Good. because I am about to excite the living hell out of you." she said as she sprung my dick free and lowered her head and began sucking me off big time.

Dreams do come true. Being alone in your car while your sexy, mother, gives you a blow job. But just when I was about to come a police officer stopped us for speeding as we pulled over to the side of the road. 

So instead of an explosion all I got was a mere fizzle. 

When the cop came up to us Lucy quickly explained everything away that we were just lovers in heat and we were not watching the speedometer as it climbed higher and higher. I told you before that she was a great actress.

Once the cop got a good look at Lucy's great looks and body all was forgotten as he gave us a quick warning and let us go. As soon as the cop let us go Lucy instructed me to pull into a darkened driveway.

When I pulled into the darkened driveway and stopped the car Lucy started to take off her clothes and instructed me to do the same. This was one crazy broad and I loved it!

Lucy then pulled off her pantyhose as she told me to get into the backseat.By the time Lucy got into the back she was completely naked,her humongous tits and juicy, pussy, quivering in anticipation, her legs spread open wide, as I joined her.

"See anything you like?" Lucy asked smiling.

"I see a lot I like!" I exclaimed happily as I drooled over her mind-boggling 46GG-22-36 physique as she tossed her head back and giggled uncontrollably making her super- voluptous body, quiver even more.



"Your bod is not bad either, Look at the size of that dong of yours,it's growing bigger and bigger by the second."

"OOHH, my god! It's throbbing now!" Lucy continued on exclaiming in excitement as she watched my monster dong twitch.

"And can you blame it?" I asked making Lucy and I laugh heartily,As I then rode Lucy like a wild stallion with me on top and her on the bottom as we went at it like a couple of very, horny teen-agers.

"Ohh! Tommy,You are the absolute best lover. The creme de le creme!" she moaned as I massaged her massive mammaries while fucking her.

This time when I came....it was an absolute monster!

After all the sex we put our clothes back on and drove back to my house. 

When we got back to the house though all our clothes were off again as I banged her all over my bed.

When Kelly came home we all arranged to have her mother, Lucy keep me company every time that Kelly had to go on one of her long business trips.

This arrangement suited us just fine especially, Lucy and I. My wife, Kelly still doesn't know what is going on between her mother and I and I am not about to tell her because I am having too much fun fucking her gorgeous, super-stacked, blonde mother, Lucy!

THE END?



Juicy Lucy Gets Her Way



"You what?"

"I got fired. Company's downsizing, and 23 years work don't mean shit. They said I was lazy and incompetent, but that's just bullshit."

Juicy Lucy frowned as Frank Fletcher talked about his dismissal. It was late October and the leaves had just passed their peak of beauty, the leaves were already starting to fall in Lucy's front yard. They sat across her linoleum dining room table, the remains of a simple supper in front of them. "Damn," she said, "What will ya do now?"

"Dunno," Frank said gloomily.

She bustled the dishes to the sink and came back. Taking off her sweatshirt top, her huge flabby breasts bounced as they came into view. "Can ya think of somethin' to do with these to make ya feel better?"

Frank looked up and smiled. Reaching up, he stroked the white skin, tracing delicate circles on her quivering flesh and giving it an occasional teasing pinch. His fingers circled her huge nipples and gave one a twist until a grimace crossed her face. "I can think of somethin' Got a coupla toys to play with."

She smiled wontonly, and raised her eyebrow. "How dya wanna start?"

"With my belt."

"Good," she purred.

Frank took off his leather belt, bending it over double and tracing her white skin with it. Her huge nipples were starting to perk up in the cool air, and she shuddered at the touch of the leather. A sharp crack and a red mark appeared on her left breast. He stroked her again for several moments before snapping another red mark on the creamy skin. Usually when he tortured her breasts, his face was a mask of anger, but this time he was serene, calculating how many gentle touches were interspersed with savage lashes. He could feel the tingle in her abused skin as he touched it, and smiled as her twisted another nipple until she cried out.

Her breasts were decorated with many harsh kisses when he put his belt back on and lifted one heavy mammary to his lips, to lick the scalding hot cherry red bud into rock hardness and chew it. "Damn, Frankie, you know what a woman wants," she moaned, her hand in her crotch rubbing herself through her jeans. She trembled and moaned before she began to shudder in an orgasm that seemed to last an eternity.

Frank smiled. "I'll let it pass this time. Let's go downstairs."

"Why?"

"You've still got your little office down there, don't ya?"

"Yeah."

"And that metal support pole from the floor to the ceiling."

"Yeah. Gotta have those or the house'll fall down."

"Got a new idea. We'll use your rollin' chair."

She cocked her head to one side, curious and concerned. "Okay."

He went to his bag to fetch a couple of items, then followed her downstairs. Her basement was mostly clear, with stacks of old storage boxes a long the walls and a couple of concrete blocks; one little area served as her home office, with a filing cabinet, desk, computer and office chair on wheels. "Have a seat, precious, and put your hands behind your back."

She sat on her chair, and he handcuffed her hands together. "What'cha got in mind?"

"I've got a bungee cord, and I've sharpened the ends with a file as much as I could. Like fishhooks without barbs. Also have a very stiff, wide brush and a quarter inch cane. You like the idea?"

"I don't know what you're going to do with the bungee cord," she said, shaking her head.

"I'm going to put the hooks through your tits and pull them out as far as I can." Pulling her close to the metal support in the floor, he brought out the bungee cord. Lifting her right breast, he sucked and licked the nipple until was rock hard, chewing a little to make certain the rubbery circle as ready. He smiled devilishly as he teased the base of the nubbin, her face a mask of fear, before leisurely thrusting the sharpened hook through it.

She screamed and writhed: "I don't know I like this, Frankie. We never done this before."

"Shut up, bitch. When did I say you could call me Frankie." He licked on her left nipple, getting it rock hard and chewing it as she squirmed in anticipation of the next abuse. The point dented the brown flesh, threatening and making her lower lip quiver before penetrating and hooking it as well. Then he pulled the chair back, stretching her nipples out and pulling her breasts horizontal with the floor, stretching them as much as he could.

"Mr. Fletcher, Mr. Fletcher," she moaned.

"What, bitch?" he snapped.

"Would you do me a favor?"

"I'll think about it."

"Upstairs on my night table there's my vibrator. Would you please put it in me before you work my tits over? You can do anything with them you want, just let me have my vibe in me."

He smacked her face. "Fuck no, bitch. This is for me, not you." Another smack, and he grabbed her face, bringing his own up close. "I don't give a fuck what happens to your cunt. If you come, it's 'cause I'm torturing these big, fat. floppy, disgusting udders of yours. And they're gonna get it tonight like nothin' they ever got before."

Stretching the cord as tight as it would go, he used a couple of chunks of concrete to fix the rolling chair in place, before taking the flat side of the brush to her skin. He spanked her tits vigorously and systematically, turning the remaining white skin pink around the harsh lash marks, before turning it over to scrub the abused skin with rough bristles. She screamed and cried out before she went into a transcendental state, shuddering and moaning as the front of her sweatpants grew a huge, wet spot. "I know what you like, Lucy," Frank said harshly, "You like having your tits tortured, ever since I first met you at that hotel across town."

"Yes, you helped me discover that. Oh my God, my tits have never hurt like this before, you're so evil. Ready to blow your wad on my face yet?"

"No, not yet. Need to do some more." He took the cane and swished it around before bringing it down hard on the tops of her breast, leaving a bright, angry mark. "Does it hurt?"

"Yessss."

"Do your tits hurt?"

"Yess, Master, it Hurrrts."

The cane came down again: "Do your big, fat, disgusting, floppy udders hurt?" She screamed as the cane hit close to the hooks. "Good," he said quietly.

The cane came down again and again, leaving open places in her skin where red stuff oozed out. Satisfied with the tops of her breasts, he started lashing from below, turning the soft undersides of her jugs red and rough. She shuddered and moaned as another orgasm took her. He stopped, stepped back, and put the cane down to run his hands over her hot, abused flesh, leaving streaks of red on her tight skin.

Unlocking her handcuffs, he stood her up, pushing the chair aside, and walked her back until she was bent over, the hooks in her nipples pulling the bungee tight. Taking the brush again, he spanked her huge ass with the flat side, turning it rose before lashing it with the hard bristles. She screamed and cried out again in pain, but he kept spanking her until he put the brush down and turned her backside crimson with the cane.

Finished with his work, he unzipped his fly and stuck his dick into her mouth. She sucked, licked and gummed him until his little pecker began to tremble. Pulling out, he jerked himself frantically until he blew his seed all over her face.

She stuck her tongue out and licked him clean, savoring his taste. Walking forward, she stood upright and waited until he removed the confining metal from her flesh. Pulling up her sweatpants, she went upstairs, holding her abused boobs and he followed her.

They sat on her couch, and talked, the abused flesh oozing slighly. "That was intense, Frankie," she said. "I'm still trembling from the pain."

"Yes, Lucy. There may be a lot more to come."

"Huh?"

"I been thinkin'. I got no reason to stay in St. Louis. No family, no job. Folks are seriously broke there."

"Things are bad here, too."

"Why can't I just come up here and stay with you?"

Lucy thought for a moment, cradling her tortured tits, and looked away. "Dunno, Frankie. I'm doin' better, but I'm not rich. Don't know I kin support both of us."

"I'll work."

"There's no work up here, neither. I know too many guys who can't find anythin'. How will I know you won't sit on your fat ass all day and drink beer?"

"I promise. And we'll have each other."

"Ya can't torture my tits like this every day. It's takes a while for 'em to heal up."

"We'll do other stuff."

"You never fucked me, Frank. You've spunked my face, fucked me up the ass, fucked me with a carrot, but you've never stuck your dick in my cunt."

"But your cunt's so wide. . ."

"How would you know?"

They sat in silence for a moment, then he touched her hand. "It'll be all right, Juicy Lucy. You'll see."

Frank fell asleep when his head hit the pillow. Lucy used her vibrator one handed while she touched her savaged breasts until she orgasmed. After she recovered, she lay awake for a long time, thinking.

Strange dreams haunted him that night, and just when it seemed he was waking up, and unpleasant smell knocked him back into oblivion. There were sensations of movement, strange air, but he could never wake up and see what was going on.

Frank awakened in the open air, flat on his back, a stinging smell in his nose. It was night: a sky full of star hung over his head while a small fire glowed off to the side, throwing a small bit of heat his direction. He tried to get up and found he couldn't, he was tied to a bed. His bed shook and threatened to roll; it wasn't a normal bed. He tried to cry out, but his mouth was taped shut.

Lucy walked over and looked down over him. She was topless, her breasts hung full over him, scarred and marked. There was enough light for him to see the marks of his work, and two sets of dark scabs on her nipples where he pierced them. She was wearing gloves and a hat, making him wonder why she was dressed as she was.

Smiling down at him, she murmured: "Good morning, sleepy head. You've slept all day. Not your fault, though." She chuckled lightly. "We've come out here to work some things out, Frank. You've done a lot for me, made me feel like a woman, feel young again. I'll always be grateful for that. But we've got to face facts, lover. Ever since I met you, ever since I knowed you, I figured one big thing out. You're a nasty piece of shit, Frank."

She stroked his face, and smiled in the wan light. "There's no way I could live with your sorry ass. I'm doing fine right now, but I can't take in a bum who's gonna shout at me, eat my food, spend my money, and expect me to thank him for the privilege. There's lots of losers 'round here that'd do that for me if I wanted. Might have considered it if you ever treated me nicely at all, but I'm just your playtoy. That's fine too, as long as you were in St. Louis and I was here in Kearney, Nebraska, but with you here all the time, it ain't worth it.

"I checked you out, Frankie baby. You literally got no family, no friends, nothing. No one will miss you if you disappear. 

"I won't be found out. I won't touch your stuff at your shitty apartment or steal your savings from your bank account. There'll be no evidence of you at my house, and I'm sellin' it soon anyway. I'm gonna to put some plastic in your car to sit on, plastic gloves to handle the steering wheel, an' drive it to Omaha where I'll park it in a bad part of town, 'n take a bus home.

"Take a look over there, to the left. You see the big black hole over there? That's an abandoned quarry, full of water 20 feet deep. You're strapped to a gurney, with enough extra weight beside your blubber to make sure you sink. Nobody'll ever find you, Frank. As of now, you're lost forever.

"But I'm getting mine first. I'm going to have your dick inside me before you go. No choice here, Frankie, I can get you hard enough and I'll do anything I can to keep it up. After you make me come, I'm going to smother you with these floppy udders you love to beat up and then you'll take a little flight ta Kingdom Come."

She bent over and gummed him to a rock hard erection before climbing on top, moving carefully to impale herself and gasped as he slid inside her. As she pumped up and down, he regretted he'd never done this before, regretted he ever stopped short of this penetration; her cunt felt so wonderful and tight. "You're takin' my virginity, Frankie baby, you're the first man up my cunt. 'Bout time, you stupid motherfucker." She writhed in the gentle light, singing her song of delight until it crescendoed to a climax that went on for a long, long time, longer than any he'd brought out by torturing her tits. With her last twitch, she coaxed a plume of sticky seed from him that seemed to last forever.

The form above him moved forward while she was impaled on him, and he felt the soft, heavy cushions cover his face, blocking out everything. He fought for breath and found sweaty skin blocking his nostrils. There was sweat and warmth and the occasional roughness of healing skin. His awareness swirled down into blackness as his chest fought for air and found none.

He was still barely conscious as he felt rocks being moved and a sense of rolling. Then, there was a sensation of flying.



Juicy Lucy Heads South



The installments of Juicy Lucy's story: Don't Bother Me!; Juicy Lucy; Juicy Lucy's Barbecue; Juicy Lucy Gets Her Way; Juicy Lucy Heads South; Juicy Lucy Hosts a Party

***

The flag outside stood almost straight out in the February North Wind that blew near Ste. Genevieve, Missouri. Two women in their early 50's dawdled over a day's end cup of coffee: both were chubby and had long grey hair that flowed far over their shoulders and down the back. Neither could be called lovely except in the most subjective way, and neither had been called that by a man in their lives. The truck stop dining room was empty of other customers in the lull between the over the road trucker supper rush and the midnight drunk's bedlam. A tired waitress warmed up their coffee and sauntered out of sight; a sullen cook in a dirty white cap and unshaven scowl glared at them briefly before disappearing.

"I swear, Lucy, that boy is gonna be the death of me," the dark complected woman with thick, dark, bushy eyebrows began after a long silence. "There was a time when the name of DeLafonte was worth something in this town. Now, I'm hoping the little shit won't get some poor little girl knocked up and make me take care of the little brats."

"Don't worry 'bout that, Henri," Lucy Lewis replied. "He ain't had a date for almost a year, and the local gals steer clear of him. Third rate bullies get no respect anywhere." She took a pull from her cracked mug and set it down in front of her. "He whines about his donkey dick getting no action, but the girls think he's too big an asshole. You got nothing ta worry about. Even the dumb girls is scared of him."

Henrietta DeLafonte swirled her coffee in her cup before taking a sip. "I guess. He only got dates in High School, when he was on the football team, but second string linemen who don't like the weight room too much and flunk outta soon get nowheres." It was 9:30PM, and a late running trucker with balding, long locks sat at the counter, his feet rocking frantically on his ankles waiting for service. "Lucy, didya ever have a boyfriend?"

A quick stab of pain passed Lucy's face. She looked out the window at the lights traveling I-55 for a few moments before responding quietly. "Yeah. Frankie. He knew what I liked, made me feel like a woman. But he was a piece o' shit, and I had to get rid of him. Coupla years ago. Couldn't even stay in the town anymore, just couldn't face the house I lived in any more, that's why I came down here to Ste. Gen. Had ta get away."

"Any kids?"

"Hell, no. Frankie came along too late for that. Nobody before that, nobody even close."

A loud snort was her reply. "Yer lucky. Francis DeLafonte sweet talked his way inta my pants, but he only married me when I got knocked up. Eighteen months later, and the bastard's beating me up 'cause the baby won't stop crying and I hadta clobber the creep with a tire iron. Got off on self defense, 'cause everybody else in town hated the bastard worse than me, and damned if the little brat turns out a wimpy copy of his daddy."

Lucy took a sip of her coffee and looked out the window at the flag rippling in the wind. "He don't do nothing to you, does he?"

Henri smiled sweetly. "I keep the little peckerwood on a short leash. 'Course, it's easy since he's been throwed out of every bar 50 miles round here. Don't let him drink at home, and beat the shit outta him ev'ry time he comes home drunk. He try to act big, but he's a goddam wimp." The trucker's impatience overcame him and he started smacking the counter and shouting to get service. "He ever give ya trouble?"

"Naw," Lucy said as the waitress came out to take the trucker's order. "I keep the big bastard moving all the time. Toss him a bone, a little overtime now and then ta keep him int'rested. Chew him out when he gets too friendly with a woman customer, don't want ta lose the business. He snarls sometimes, but he comes back for more."

His mother chuckled. "Miracle he keeps this job. You're good for him, Lucy. If you was younger, you could marry him."

They both laughed out loud and long enough that the trucker and the waitress stared at them in disbelief. The February wind flapped the flag; the trucks rumbled by on the Interstate, swaying in the breeze.

The next morning saw Lucy Lewis at the counter of her convenience store in Ste. Genevieve. She was stuck at the counter alone because the normally scheduled workers had both called in sick, and Billy Delafonte was working through a long list of tasks. Billy was taller than average: once bulging muscles in his arms and stomach had given way to fat, and his poorly shaven face testified to recurrent outbreaks of acne. His mother cut his hair short but unevenly, and his blue eyes looked on the verge of tears most of the time. His head bobbed as he approached the counter and spoke to his boss: "Miz Lewis, I'm done with sweepin' the floor. Can I go on break now?"

"Yeah, ten minutes, that's it. Then ya can restock shelves in the cooler." On his way out, the broom clattered in a corner and the cigarette was already in his mouth before he hit the door.

It was gloomy outside although the wind of the night before had let up. Traffic was light on the street outside the store, and a nondescript Ford pulled up to park just beyond Lucy's line of sight. She looked at the clock, trying to figure out when Billy was due back, when the door flung open and a masked man ran up to the counter holding a pistol. "Hands up, lady. Give me the money."

Her lower lip started to wobble uncontrollably, and her voice quavered as she answered him. "We've only got fifty in the drawer. Just like any other store like this."

He looked back over his shoulder, and waggled his weapon at her. "Okay, okay. You can open the safe, then."

"No, I cain't. I'll give ya what I got, but that's it."

"Hurry up, then" the figure growled and Lucy started to paw at the money in the drawer with trembling hands. He came up closer and shoved the barrel of the gun into her face, the barrel an inch from her mouth. "Hurry up, you stupid cow."

A blur came from the back, and hit the robber like a linebacker blindsiding a quarterback. The gun flew to the floor after clattering off the counter and the masked man sighed as the force of the tackle sent him directly into the doorpost, where he was knocked cold as his head contacted the metal a foot above the floor. Billy punched the prone figure a couple of times and kicked him in the groin before standing over him, glaring.

It took Lucy several moments before she could lift the phone and punch 911, while Billy loomed angrily over the figure. After summoning the cops, she called everyone else who worked at the store so they could take the rest of the morning shift. When she was finished giving her statement to the officer and the ambulance took the would-be felon away, she sat in her office drinking coffee to let the tension leave her body. 

Billy came in about fifteen minutes after things got back to normal. "Ya all right, Miz Lewis?"

"Yeah."

"You was really brave there, Miz Lewis. You was giving him what he wanted, it weren't your fault he shoved the gun in yer face."

"Right."

"And he was a pretty stupid son-of-a-bitch, trying to rob us in the middle of the day. We got signs saying how much's in the drawers."

"No. I don't know what to say, Billy. You saved my life."

He scuffed the ground with his shoe, and looked down. "Aw shucks, Miz Lewis. Wouldn't let nobody hurt ya. Ya been good to me. Ain't worked longer for nobody else."

The door chimed as someone entered, and they heard the voice of the first assistant manager as she greeted the customer. Lucy shook her head and looked at him, taking in the look of genuine concern and affection on his face as she would the sighting of a rare bird or a shooting star. A thought crossed her mind: "Shut the door and lock it, Billy."

"Huh?" He was bewildered for a moment, then did as she asked. "What?"

"I gotta do something ta thank you for saving my life. Come over here."

"What?" 

Billy didn't resist as she pulled him close, looking up at his eyes as she unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants and underwear. His penis flopped out, an incredibly long, thin worm hanging far down his thigh with a pair of tiny, soft fuzzy dice hanging behind it. She stroked the shaft a couple of times, and smiled up at him, her eyes shining. "I know just the thing. You'll like this." Kissing up and down his shaft and wandering to his thigh, she brought the moistening end to her lips and sucked it in, working it with her tongue.

"Miz Lewis. What are ya doing? Huh? Gawd, that feels so good, damn, damn, dayumn. Nobody ever done that to me before. Shit, O Gawd, dayumn. Oh, oh, oh my gawyud. Nobody ever played with my balls like that, nobody, O Gawyud, sheeyiyut. I can't believe it, I can't believe it. It feels so damn good, oh, oh, oh, oh. Miz Lewis, why are ya doin' this?"

She let the end slip out of her mouth for a moment, while she stroked his shaft and kissed his skin. "I wanna say thank you for saving my life, Billy. I'm gonna make ya feel good. Hasn't anybody ever give ya a blow job before?"

He shook his head so hard his jaw almost rattled. "Nope. Saw it in the pornos, but never. . ."

"Well, just enjoy it, Billy. May be the only one you ever get. Just keep your mouth shut so the whole store doesn't hear about it." His knees rattled as she took him in her mouth again, working her tongue fast over the delicate helmet at the end of his dick before sucking as much of his long, thin rod down her throat as she could. 

His balance teetered, and his eyes started to roll up into his head. "My Gawd, Miz Lewis, my Gawyud!" he said in a frantic whisper. "If ya keep this up, I'm gonna cum. Oh, oh, oh, oh, I'm gonna do it, I'm gonna do it, Miz Lewis. I'm gonna cum in yer mouth."

She let him go, jerking his long red cock frantically smiled: "Cum in my mouth, Billy, gimme your big sweet load. Give it to me."

"Oh. . .my. . .my. . .my. . .Gawd. . .Gawd. . .dayuyuyuyuyuyuyum!" He arched his back as his seed flew into her mouth; she sucked hard on him, the white liquid creeping out of the corners of her mouth as she sought to drain every drop from his cock. His knees buckled with every new pulsation, and she kept her lip lock on him, going with him up and down, swallowing frantically. With a hard thump, he hit the wall nearest him as he expelled the last shot and fell out from between her lips with a pop.

For several moments, she ran her hand over her face, collected every stray strand trailing from her mouth and licking it from her index finger while he panted and caught his breath, his pants still down to the floor and his penis wilting. After she finished, she looked at him in his bewilderment and chuckled. "Okay Billy, it's over. You saved my life and I thanked you. Get back ta work." Abruptly, he pulled up his pants, zipped up and lurched out the door.

It was a week later when the two women met at the truck stop for coffee. The flag still flapped in the wind, and snow piled deeply all around from a blizzard the day before. It was the evening lull once again, and this time no one else was in the place except the mousy blond waitress and the surly cook. "I dunno how ya done that, Lucy. You give him too much that day, and you're paying the price."

"It's been a long time, Henri," Lucy said, swirling the light brown liquid in her mug. "It seemed like the right thing ta do."

"He behave hisself after day?" Henri inquired, looking deeply into her friend's eyes.

Lucy shrugged. "He gives me a little more attitude, he gives me dirty looks. Sometime when he thinks I'm not looking, he smiles like he'll get it again. Work's been shit since that day."

The women sipped their coffee and listened to the wind whistle through the cracks in the restaurant. "So what'ja want with my Billy? Ready to fire him and say good riddance? Or do ya wanna do it again? You want him to be yer toy?"

A sharp shake of the head came in reply. "Yeah, in some ways, he's got potential. No, can't trust him anymore than that bastard Frankie. He's mean enough to do what I'd like, but he'd leave me with nothing first chance I give him."

Henri played with her ponytail a few moments and thought. "You still got that basement apartment in yer house?"

"Yeah."

"Okay, here's what ya do. You let him play with you downstairs, lock the door upstairs. You put in a chain for him ta wear, you keep him on that short leash. When it's over an' you're safe, you let him go."

She shook her head. "I like some pretty kinky stuff. Whips and clamps and candles."

Henri whistled. "Shit, I thought only I was into that stuff. Ya know, we can have some fun without him, if that's what ya like. You interested?"

"Naw, tried it once, wasn't the same. Nothing personal, Henri, I just don't run that program." She took another sip of coffee, shaking her head when the waitress offered a warm up, waiting until the server was at a safe distance before continuing. "Gotta be a man, strong bastard. Frankie turned me on it one day, but after I had ta let him go, couldn't trust nobody."

Henri scratched her head, reached up and unleashed her long, salt and pepper hair, before retying it. "If we think hard enough, we can make it happen. He probably not want his momma in the room. We come up with something. "

"What do I do about the little creep now?" Lucy said, shaking her head. "He's gonna get fired in a couple months if he don't shape up. If I fire him, then I got no chance at, at, at. . ."

"Ya want the donkey dick?" Lucy smiled to herself and took a sip of coffee, licking her lips broadly. "Okay, we get it for ya. Better you than some stupid little girl who'll fall for him sooner or later and suffer the same fate we did. Listen, he's like a mean dog: ya beat the shit outta him when he gets outta hand, then he minds ya. Ya remind him now and then, he minds ya. It's psychological."

A look of enlightenment crossed Lucy's face. "I know just what to do."

The next day was still slow going; the sun had come out but the roads were still awful and little traffic moved. The assistance manager was running late, but Billy had arrived on time for the first time that week, and pitched in immediately to shovel the parking lot clear. Lucy watched him as he worked, his ragged breaths sending great clouds of steam, as she contemplated her course of action. His hard effort made her plan easier, and she rehearsed her words and actions in her mind carefully. Her help came in around dawn, releasing her need to be at the counter, and fifteen minutes later Billy bustled in with his labor completed. "Billy," she began, "Can I see ya in the office?"

"Yeah. Be right there after a cigarette."

She waggled her eyebrows and winked at him. "You can smoke afterward if ya want."

A huge grin broke over his face, and the associate manager, an obese young man in his mid 20's with short black hair and paired diamond earrings, gave her a disbelieving look. She led Billy to the back while a customer came in to occupy the counter man's attention. When the door what shut, he pushed her down into the chair and rasped in a low, harsh voice: "Why did you make me wait so long, dammit? I bust my ass for you every day and the least you could do is give me a little head now and then to make it worthwhile. Suck me, bitch, now!"

Trembling hands took longer than necessary to undo the belt and unzip the fly, and his long pecker sprang out, hitting her in the forehead. Flecks of foam appeared at the corners of his mouth and his breathing grew ragged as he rasped quietly. "Do it, do it now! Get that long dick in your mouth, you old hag!"

His sudden violence took her by surprise and she feebly began to lick and suck the end of his shaft. After a few seconds timid stimulation, he grabbed her ears and began to thrust his cock in and out of her mouth, plumbing as far in as he could go. She kicked into a higher gear, and he relented with the improved efforts. In the back of her mind, she was glad he didn't give her a chance to take her dentures out: it would make things easier. She reached forward with her right hand to tease his tiny testicles, and was rewarded with some animal grunts. Spitting him out, she said: "You gotta stay quiet if you want this to go on. Buzz would love to get us both fired." She pulled a piece of dried meat out of the drawer of her desk and said: "Bite down on this and don't make too much noise."

He thrust the meat between his lips and pulled her head back to his crotch. She resumed her licking and sucking, getting some pre-cum in response, and very shortly it seemed as though he was going to bust his nuts. Picking up her pace, she worked to make him orgasm quickly while part of her mind calmly prepared for the moment.

The gush of liquid filled her mouth to overflowing, and her hand balled into a fist, beating his balls three times hard while the goo pulsed with each blow. A muffled scream of agony escaped, and she clamped down on his dick with her teeth to keep him upright. Punching him in the nutsack three more times, then gasping it tightly in her fist, she spat his dick out and leaned over to spit his sperm into the wastebasket next to her desk, wiping her face clean with a Kleenex. 

It took a moment for his eyes to clear, and she glared at him and said in a low, icy voice" "All right, Billy boy, that was a lesson. I'm older and smarter than you are, so don't think you're ever gonna be in charge. I can make you feel good or I can make you suffer." Reaching down, she pulled the dried meat from his mouth abruptly, making him suck in his breath in ragged gasps.

A look of horror crossed his face and he glared in disbelief at her. "Yeah, I understand," he said at last.

Her free hand pointed at his face like a teacher reprimanding her class. "From now on, I don't want shit from you around here. You do what I tell you, when I tell you, and you'll get the raise and the fringe benefits. Fuck with me, and you'll be fucked over worse than you've been now. You'll wish I'd just fired you." A long slow nod was her reply. "In fact, I'll give ya a way to get even, but we don't need to go into that right now. I'm a friend of your momma's, so you think you can take me out, you're wrong." A wince crossed his face. "Yeah, that's right. You do the wrong thing with me, and both of us will be on your ass, definitely her. Ya ready for that?" A slow shake of terror took his head back and forth in a negative response. "Ya want more blow jobs without the ball buster, you behave. But you better be smart and pay attention, cause I can do it again when you least expect it."

Billy slid to the floor and laid there several moments while Lucy did some paperwork, cupping his aching privates and looking at her in a combination of terror and fascination. The monitor up front showed all quiet, and Buzz had moved away from the counter to dust the shelves. Finishing for the moment, Lucy spun to face Billy and looked at him kindly. "Stand up." He did so and she fondled his balls, inspecting them and the chewed shaft. "I think you'll live, lover. Will be a bit tender for a while, but you'll function again, won't you?" She planted a few tender kisses on his damaged meat, and smiled. "I see your recovery is better than I expected. Maybe you like some pain with your pleasure."

He was horrified that his dick was reviving, and a tingle went up his spine as she touched his bruised nuts. "Poor baby, it's only business. I only want to hurt you when you piss me off." She licked the gummy leftover goo from his cock and felt it tremble as she tickled his corona with her tongue. "You're pretty young, maybe you can cum again soon. But we'd better not play here anymore. We'll work something else out." She sucked his shaft into his mouth again for several moments, then kissed her way down the shaft to gently lick his testicles. "I'll let you know when you get this action again. Now pull your pants up and get back to work."




Juicy Lucy Heads South



Billy was a model employee the rest of the day. The sun melted much of the snow, and the roads were easily passable by the time Lucy went home. After eating a take out pizza, she went down to her basement and turned on the lights. Standing in the corner was an odd contraption her old boyfriend made for her in Kearney, Nebraska: a huge press mounted on a prie-dieu. Her heart fluttered with the memories of the night he assembled it for her, and made her tingle, burn and glow with passion. 

Across the room, she noticed a bracket mounted on the concrete wall: when she moved in it was a support for some heavy shelving the previous owner used for displaying collectables. It was exceptionally sturdy, and looked like it was well installed. Her thoughts raced in her head of how it could be used. Looking around, there were several handy power sockets in the wall along the bottom, and several hooks hung from the ceiling. She had the next two days off, and it would be a short journey to Cape Girardeau to make some purchases.

Her phone rang, and it was her friend Henri. "What you do to that boy today, Lucy?"

"Huh?"

"He come home with the strangest look on his face. Almost too happy for me to put up with."

"I dunno what you're talking 'bout."

A giggle snuck through the earpiece. "You'll tell me when ya want. Seems ya got the knack of controlling that little shit."

"I got more than that, Henri. Maybe we got lots of fun with him to come."

"That be good news."



Juicy Lucy Hosts a Party



March had just come in like a lion, and after devouring a mound of Chinese take out, Lucy Lewis took her friend Henrietta Delaponte downstairs to her new playroom. The two portly middle aged women dressed in sweats giggled like school girls despite having nothing stronger than diet Coke to drink as they descended the stairs. "This better be worth it," Henri said.

"You bet," Lucy replied. "Think I got everything worked out. Look."

There was a complicated set up on the floor of the basement. Dominating the room was an ungainly construction: a prie-dieu with a huge press nailed into the place where hands were usually folded in prayer. Close to it on the wall was a huge bracket that held some chains. "Here's what we gotta try out," Lucy said, pulling her friend over. "Pull on this, see if we can pull it outta the wall."

"What, this thing? What the hell is it?"

"This chain has a belt with a lock. If I chain Billy up in this, I don't want him pulling away from the wall. If he gets free, the whole purpose of the contraption is screwed."

Henri picked up the chain with the belt and lock and leaned backward. "You hoping this will keep him?"

"Yeah. Let me pull it with you; let's put all our weight behind it." The two women pulled hard and the chain held. "Now the leg restraints."

"How do this work?"

"I can put his ankles in these cuff, or this spreader bar. Pull, see if we can budge them." Another test and once again, the work was solid. Lucy smiled broadly and clapped her friend on the shoulder. "Now I feel safe for the next step."

"Yeah, this look good. So you gonna chain him to the wall, and then what do you do to him?"

"Nothing. It's what he does to me."

Henri shook her head to clear it. "Oh, I see. He got room to do, to do, to do what?"

"Torture me."

A low chuckle escaped Henri's throat. "You don't trust him enough to so whatever he want, like tie you up and leave ya. Or worse."

"Yeah. This way, he can do any mean thing he wants, but he's gotta let me go first when he's done."

Henri looked up over her shoulder at a corner of the ceiling. "And the little camera up there?"

"Insurance."

Henri prowled around the room: it had a low ceiling, a bare concrete floor with a square of carpeting for the torturer to stand on, and a couple of posts that supported the weight of the house,. It was a big space without any other furniture than Lucy's improvised torture restraints. "Too bad I don't have a boyfriend right now," Henri commented, "I could bring him down here and let him have his way with me. I'd love to get fucked while stuck in this thing."

"Yeah," Lucy agreed, "it would be great, but I don't think I'd ever trust a man that far again. Oh, wait. I forgot something."

Lucy darted into the mechanical room that held the heating/cooling system for the house and brought out a small table she set up between her two restraint stations. Henri's eyes bulged and she clapped her hands: "Oh, Lucy, you could lock me in there and do what you want with this stuff. Candles, nipple clamps, brushes, and all that kitchen stuff. Shit, I'd be a happy girl for a month."

"Yeah. It'll take a while, but after I train Billy how to use these, he can bring a friend to take care of you. I'm sure he knows some other vicious little bastards."

Henri snorted and rolled her eyes. "Like he do that for his poor old momma."

Lucy smiled and spun the clamp up and down. "I remember when Frank put this together. It was such a special night. I looked forward to it for weeks, Frank hadn't made the trip past Kearney for a coupla months, then he sent me an email with a long list of things to get for him. Hardest was this prie-dieu, finally found the thing at a garage sale in Omaha one weekend. Cleaned it up nice and had it ready when he came. Frank loved to make things in his little shop back home, so when he came in he had this big honker with him." She patted the top of the device. "Took out some nails and put it together. We had fun that night."

"What he do to you? What he do to you?" Henri asked, a fleck of foam at the corner of her mouth.

"Oh, quite a few things."

"He make you put your bare titties in there?"

"Oh yes."

"He stroke your skin and make your nipples hard?"

"Yes." Lucy's eyes closed for a moment and her face became dream like. "His touch was so gentle at first. He washed my tits in warm, soapy water so tenderly, then he cooled them off with some ice. Then he smacked them when I offended him, and beat my tits with a hard brush."

"Oh, that sound real mean. Did it hurt, hurt real bad?"

"Yes, it did. Thought my skin was on fire. Then he used that rolling meat tenderizer, rolled it all over my skin."

Henri picked one up from the tray and rolled it on the skin of her upper arm. "Never thought of this before. Got one in the kitchen at home, guess it be going to the bedroom tonight."

"Next he dripped hot wax all over my tits, after he took the clothespins off my nipples."

"Oh, ya didn't say anything about them. Can't hardly stand that, that's enough for me. Wow girl, you had some kinda night there."

"That wasn't the end."

"No."

"Then he whipped all the wax off my tits and made me suck his cock til he came."

Henri palmed her huge churns and looked up dreamily. "How many times didya cum in the thing?"

"I lost count."

"And in the bedroom, after?"

Lucy looked down. "None."

"What?" her friend said, a look of disbelief on her face. "He didn't do nothing to ya in bed? Fuck ya, lick your cunt, screw your asshole, nothing?"

"Nothing."

Henri tapped her foot several times, shaking her head, her eyes aglow. "Unreal, can't believe it. No wonder you let him go. What happened to Frank, where's he living now?" 

"He. . .he. . .he disappeared."

"You don't know?"

"He's gone, that's all I know."

Henri cocked her eyebrow and shook her head. "We have gotta be honest, Lucy. I killed my man, he deserve it, and got off on self-defense. I know you, and you made this Frankie disappear. Bastard like that, never do nothing for you. He try to take too much and you stop him, right?" Her friend didn't move, and Henri shook her head several times, clicking her tongue. At last, she looked Lucy in the eyes and said: "No never mind, I'm nobody's judge. We're survivors, we do what we have to do. I help you keep my little bastard Billy in line. He fuck you up, we kill him, no problem. I'm watching the first night, right?"

Lucy looked at her for a moment, then nodded in agreement. "Yeah. You've got my back."

"Yeah, and I know who you hope got your front," Henri said, sarcastically.

It was dreary the next morning, cloudy with a strong north wind; winter hadn't given up yet. In the two weeks since Billy's chastisement, he had been a model employee, not only treating Lucy with respect, but also treating his coworkers and the customers nicely. The month end paperwork was caught up by 8:00AM, and Lucy called Billy into her office. "Billy, you've been a nice guy the past coupla weeks."

"Thanks, Miz Lewis," he grinned, a noticeable bulge growing in his jeans. 

"I think'd be a good idea we keep things professional here, but I wanna reward you for your change of heart. You free tonight?"

He shook his head to clear it. "Yeah. I guess."

"Be at my house around 6:00. It'll be an evening you won't forget."

The young man gave her a shit eating grin and whistled as he returned to Lucy's to do list for the day.

Lucy didn't take great pains with her appearance: she figured a simple sweat shirt and jeans would be adequate for his already stoked libido. Her friend arrived early, and they spent a few minutes chortling as they set up the video feed from the basement. "This will be a night," Henri chortled, "Billy won't know what hit him. He'll be like a kid in a candy shop or a bull in a china shop, you hope. Wish it could be me." 

"I'm almost giddy, can't stand to wait," Lucy said, her hand trembling.

The night was still windy when Billy showed up with a pizza, and as they devoured it, Lucy stared at him with such desire he could not keep eye contact with her. "Ya doing all right, Billy," she asked at last when the box was empty.

"Yeah, Miz Lewis," he replied, looking down at the table.

"Any problems at home."

"Naw, not too bad. Mom's been on a tear, don't know what got into her. If she had money, I'd think she won the lottery."

She smiled to herself, and continued. "Ever want to work out a little anger at her?"

He looked twice and put down his last piece of pizza. "Yeah, course. Who don't?"

"Ya ever hear about pain as sexual stimulation?"

"Like when ya punched me in the balls a coupla weeks ago?"

"Well, yeah, but not quite the same. Ya ever watch porn on the Internet?"

"Oh, yeah, damn good stuff. Lots of good fuckin' there."

"Ever watch torture videos?"

He looked up at her and drew his head back slightly. "Naw, ain't got inta that shit."

She paused and looked him up and down, taking a breath before going on. "Well, I'm one of those people who likes pain."

Billy scratched his crotch, and looked at the corner of the kitchen. "Oh."

"And I got a great reward for you if you do what I want."

"Oh?"

She smiled sweetly and popped out her dentures. "The magic blowjob, no nut punching, swallow every drop. Even give ya one a coupla days later this week. How do ya like that?"

He shrugged shoulders. "Okay, I guess. What dya want me to do?"

"Come with me," she purred and took him downstairs, leading him by the hand. As they got to the basement, she led him over to the apparatus. "I put you in these chains first, a girl can't be too careful. Better if ya take your clothes off. Then I put my bare tits in this tit trap. Once they're in there, you can do anything you like with them, use any of this stuff on them: clamp them with these clamps, pinch them, slap them, twist the nipples." She paused to fan herself before she continued. "You're a vicious little creep, just like my old boyfriend, and I know you'll get into it. My tits will be your play toys, take your anger out on them."

"How do I get outta this?" he asked, shaking his head. "After you chain me up?"

"When you're done and I cum, I'll give you a gummer and you let me go. Then I let you go and the evening's over. The key to my shackles will be in your reach, and when I get loose I'll unlock your chains. What's wrong, Billy?"

He looked away and scuffed his feet. "Miz Lewis, I gotta confession to make."

"Yeah?"

"I been watching those videos, where girls get tortured. Never imagined you'd like that." He twisted the bottom of his shirt in his hands, and pawed the floor.

"Oh," she pouted. "Why not?"

"Well, if you like it fine, but. . ."

"But what?"

"Well," his lip trembled as he glanced over the table. "I always wanted to do it to my momma," he said softly, "Every time I watched one, I wanted to see her face on all those women who got tortured. I always wanted to hurt Momma, hurt Momma's tits, make her cry and holler. Wanted to see those big bare old boobs real red and sore."

Lucy's jaw dropped, as she imagined Henri's was dropping upstairs. She shook her head and said: "Why would you want to do it to your momma?"

His eyes gleamed. "She's such an arrogant cow, always bosses me 'round. Not like you, Miz Lewis, I know you like me, but Momma's really mean. Calls me a stupid bastard like my daddy, gutless wimp and shit like that. Don't wanna kill or her nothing, she only doing what she hafta, but she treat me like bad, real bad. Love to get back at the damned bitch sometime, make her suffer fer once."

A few awkward moments passed, and she thought hard at what he was saying. After a long pause, she stammered out: "Okay, Billy. Tell you what. Take off your clothes and get into that stuff, leave the key on top of the tit trap. Just imagine you're gonna get that chance to get back at your momma, it'll get you good and hard. Be right back."

She bolted up the stairs and into her little living room where she found Henri at the computer. Her friend was rapt watching her son undress. "Oh, that boy's got a big cock now. Wasn't just a little worm ta other day. Whatya doing here?"

"He threw me. He wants you."

Henri cocked her eyebrow. "Huh? I heard that. So what?"

"He's mad at you, wants to get back at you for being such a mean momma."

"So what again? What ya saying?"

Lucy shook her head. "I wanted to give you a chance."

The dark complected woman thought for a couple of long moments before realization dawned. "Oh. You think I might want a turn. . .let him do what he want. . .let him work over my. . .do that to me?"

"Yeah. I can let him think I'm you, but it'd be more special if it really were. . ." She looked down.

"Damn, Lucy. Damn, damn, damn. I ain't had a friend like you in a long time." Henri took her friend's face in her hands and kissed her long on the lips. "It'd be a dream come true. You're such a doll, dammit. Thanks." She turned to walk away, then turned around. "How do ya wanna do this?"

Lucy thought quickly for a moment. "I'll go down and make sure he's ready. Call up for you to come down. I'll set you up, and let him do what he wants. When he's done, I'll turn you loose."

"You be there all the time? I want ya, buddy, I want ya to see every little bit."

"Yeah. Okay," she murmured, looking down and refusing to meet her friend's gleeful face.

A tear crept out of Lucy's eye as she went back downstairs. Her mind was buzzing, trying to think of what to say, and she found him as she wanted him, shackles around his ankles and his waist, naked as the day he was born, his long think cock bouncing slightly in anticipation a drop of moisture on the end. "I got something special for you," she began. "Something you never dreamed of, well, dreamed about but never thought would happen. Only one condition."

"Yeah? What?"

"You do me what you do to her."

"Everything?"

"Yeah."

He looked at her blankly. "Okay."

"All right, come on down." A heavy tread descended the creaky stairs. A pair of chubby legs in black pants appeared, then two huge floppy breasts, swaying back and forth, nipples fully erect, and the smiling face of Henri, her long white streaked hair flowing behind her.

He was speechless as his mother crossed the room, knelt on the kneeler and inserted her massive mammaries through the opening. They barely fit, and Lucy helped her get them through before tightening the screw until they were compressed and bulging. Lucy put Henri's hands through the shackles on either side of the device, locking them down. Putting her hand on Billy's face, cupping his cheek, she said: "All right, Billy, here's what you want. Your mean old momma, here for her justice. Smack those monster titties." He was blank for a moment, then a look of anger flashed on his face and he gave his mother an open handed smack that made her gasp and left a large red handprint on her right breast. 

A groan came from the confined woman. He hit her again, on the other one, and then several times in a row, alternating sides. "They flop around pretty good, even though they're trapped," Lucy said. "Grab the nipple and pull it, twist it, and hit it." He did that, making her cry out. A sudden grab and he was twisting both her nipples mercilessly, drawing tears from her eyes. His cock sprang up hard as a bar, turning red slowly and bouncing up and down as he worked the white flesh over, shouting and growling as he beat her breasts. 

Lucy almost told him to grab something off the table, but he was focused on his targets. His manic rage was engaged, and all he could do was savage Henri's breasts mercilessly, turning them angry red with handmarks, twists and pinches. His hands grabbed huge handfuls of flesh, squeezing hard and twisting savagely, drawing tears from his victim's face, before slapping her breasts hard again. The sound of flesh meeting flesh reverberated in the mostly concrete room, and both of them acquired a sheen as the sweat glistened on their bodies. Henri's face was drawn and ecstatic, wincing with the blows. "Yes, Billy, you're a bastard, just like your daddy," she purred. "Spank your mommy's tits, whip my face with your cock, blow your wad all over me. C'mon baby."

After a while, his cock began to pump up and down on its own, and Lucy reached out to stroke it. A look of sweaty rage occupied Billy's face, and Henri looked up at him, nodding. Her eyes met Lucy's, giving her permission and Lucy increased her speed, jacking it harder and faster. He let out a huge groan, and Lucy pointed his cock straight forward, sending jolt after jolt of hot sperm on his mother's sweaty face. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth, working her tongue to collect the goo. When he finished, he shoved the end up to her mouth, and she licked it eagerly, sucking it clean and running her tongue quickly over the glistening skin.

When he was done, he leaned back against the wall, panting heavily. Henri smiled at him, and gestured at her friend, who released her. It took her a few moments to regain her balance; she had to stretch herself and move her legs after the confinement. Her breasts were beet red, her nipples distorted, and she was panting heavily. Cupping her son's testicles, she squeezed them gently and purred: "Happy, son?"

He looked her in the eyes boldly. "Yes, Momma."

Letting go, she moved away. "Good." Gathering her huge mammaries in her hands, she squeezed them together, wincing and pursing her lips, before lifting a battered nipple to her lips for a long soothing suck. "Now, ya have ta do a favor for my good friend here." She wiped her face with her index finger, licking it clean.

"What?"

"Ya gotta come back tomorrow and give her what she wants."

"Okay."

"Probably a good idea, getting all that rage out on me. You'll listen to her, give her what she wants. I'll give you some instructions how to use those vicious things she put out for ya. This woman deserves the best. By tomorrow, you'll be ready for her to suck your cock and enjoy it. And ya can do some special things to make her feel like a woman, make her know how much you're grateful for what she's done for us. Game?"

Billy looked Lucy up and down, his tongue creeping out of the corner of his mouth. Her breath quickened: she hadn't been looked at like a piece of meat for months. He sneered and touched her shoulder. "Yeah. I'm game.

Turning, Henri smiled at her friend who was still standing by silently. "Okay, Lucy. It's a date. Tomorrow's your turn."

"I can hardly wait," Lucy replied quietly.



Juicy Lucy Is A Birthday Girl



June in southern Missouri was hotter than usual: every day a sweaty sauna. The whine of traffic on Interstate 55 was a steady buzz in the background of the truck stop, and in spite of the air-conditioning, the waitress' t-shirt bore two large sweat rings as she moved between the table. Lucy Lewis and Henrietta DeLaponte were sipping huge glasses of iced tea, fanning themselves as they could. They were heavy women, Henri much heavier than Lucy, and both suffered in the heat. "Damn, it's hot," Henri exclaimed, rubbing her frosty glass on her chest.

"Damn straight," her friend replied. "Wish't it'd cool off. June always like this here?"

"Naw. It's usually nice and not too hot. Al Gore may have something after all."

Lucy shook her head no. "Chubby old prick ain't got nothin' right yet."

A middle aged, t-shirted trucker with a long pony tail and cut off sleeves entered and took a seat at the counter. The waitress moved slowly over, offering coffee, to be met with a chuckle of ridicule. "Got any plans for t-night?" Lucy asked.

"Dunno. Guess Billy's comin' over for my birthday." Henri smiled broadly. "He ain't been home much the past coupla months. You know where he's been?"

"Might have an idea," Lucy said with feigned innocence. "May have seen him a time or two."

"You're an insatiable whore, ain't ya Juicy Lucy?"

Lucy took a sip of her tea. "He's been around a bit, but not all the time. Think he's hanging out with a buddy of his."

"Buddy? Didn't know he had a buddy."

"Calls him Ponyboy."

The dark haired woman thought for a moment. "Oh, Harold, Harold Laroux. Yeah, he's a bright kid, don't know why he didn't go to college. Lives by hisself, his mom died a coupla years ago. Got an awful lisp. Messes around with all kinds of mechanical stuff, computers.  Billy used to pick on him when they was in high school. Guess they buried the hatchet."

"Yeah, kids change after a while. Said they was workin' on something special."

Henri's eyes blinked. "Oh no, that may be trouble. Maybe they'll blow each other up and we'll be free of them."

"Now, now, Henri, hasn't Billy behaved himself better lately?" Lucy said, shaking her head in disappointment. "Been more respectful, easier to live with?"

"Yeah, but that's cause you're givin' it to him nice and regular. Ain't showed his poor Momma any affection since that evenin' in your basement."

Lucy laughed. "Maybe he'll do something nice tonight for your birthday."

"Oh yeah, I think not," the larger woman sniffed. "It's your birthday, too, and I'm sure he'll give you the big wiener instead of me."

"What about his friend Ponyboy?"

Henri laughed. "That's kid's a geek, probably don't have a dick bigger than a Vienna sausage. Pimples, no hair on his face. Skinny as a post, probably fall in if he got between my legs 'less he had a board tied across his butt."

"Hmm. They got something in the works. Maybe they're working on a car."

"That might be. Billy's always wanted to be a mechanic, and Ponyboy's into tinkering, too."

"There you go, Henri. Billy's fixing up a car just for you, gonna give it to you tonight."

"I know what you hope he give you for your birthday tonight. You haven't been much fun since you've been getting it regular."

"Never knew how that felt before. Hope I don't lose it, I love getting fucked and sucked every night."

"Wish't I could get someone to do that for me." The trucker gave them a strange look and Henri blew him a kiss, which made the man turn his attention to his waitress again very quickly. 

Lucy looked at her watch. "Gotta wait till 6:00 to go home, but you're invited to come along."

"Me? Really?"

"Yeah. Billy said he had a surprise in store for both of us."

Four hours later, it was cooler in Lucy's basement. The women stood wearing fresh t-shirts, shorts and flip flops, while the two young boys were dressed in shorts that went to their knees and nothing else. Harold Laroux was a skinny kid of medium height, his torso flat and skinny, his legs thin; he looked more naked than if he wore no clothes with his scrawny, hairless frame. Billy DeLaponte was taller and chunkier, with some strength lingering in his once pumped arms, a small hairy belly hanging over his waist. With as much flair as he could manage, he whipped a bedsheet off a device and said grandly: "This is my gift to both of ya, Lucy, Mom. It's a spanking machine."

"Spanking machine?" Henri asked dubiously. The boys had rearranged the furniture in Lucy's playroom: the prie-dieu/tit press was turned around and faced a strange, wheeled contraption. The lower section had a screw that lifted the top shelf up and down, the top was a circular contraption full of gears and pulleys with a flexible, open topped arm with two screws. In the arm was a thin, black cord. The machine was connected to a laptop set up on a small table facing away from the center of the room toward the stairs.

"Yeah, a sthpanking machine," Harold replied liquidly. "It moveth up and down by a program so it don't hit th'same place twice, less I thet it up that way. I kin let it work random, or I kin program it to follow a pattern. Kin put th'whip in here, or a paddle, or all kindza things."

"Need to work out a few attachments and perfect the programming, but it's something to make you happy" Billy continued. "You can put anything you want in its range and it'll whip it."

"Workth better if I scan the target inta the computer. Then I kin map out the whole sethsion. Vary th' thrength as well as location."  

Lucy walked around it and looked it up and down. "Interesting. Got an interestin' way to give a girl a birthday spanking. Show me how it works."

Harold tapped out some commands, and the top slowly rotated around before pausing opposite the restraint. Then it whipped forward with fearsome quickness, making a loud swish in the air that made the women blink. The bottom screw rotated downward and the top snapped around again. "Nice," Henri said. "Got some ideas of my own. Gotta give me a birthday spanking, too. Well done, Billy, Ponyboy."

"How come they call you Ponyboy?" Lucy asked.

The boys said in unison. "Don't ask."

Billy stepped forward and gave Lucy a huge kiss on the lips, before turning and giving his mother a peck on the cheek. "Happy Birthday, girls. Who's first? Lucy?"

"I'm fine with Lucy goin' first," Henri murmured. "This is kinda scary, but I might like it. Wanta watch it in action first."

"I got no problem with tryin' it out first."

"This is how I figured it out for you: I'm gonna tie your tits and put a couple of nice tight clamps on your nipples, and dangle some weights." Billy said evenly; Lucy shuddered and smiled. "Then I'm gonna bend you over this and let it do its work. You don't have to worry about Ponyboy; he'll be looking the other direction and so he won't see you naked. He's kinda scared of that, anyways. Whaddaya say?"

Lucy took a deep breath and looked at Billy with lust in her face. "Love it. Best present ever. Let's get going. Scan my butt."

Harold took a small unit in his hand with a glowing line. "If you put yourthelf right where you're gonna get hit, this'll work." Lucy stood in front of the tit trap, putting her hands on top of it. "Ready? This won't hurt at all." He moved the peripheral all over Lucy's ass methodically, recording its contours through the thin fabric. When he was done, he unplugged it and went back to the laptop. "It'll take a little while to load, so you kin git ready, Miz Lewis."

"Lucy, please call me Lucy. Guess anybody who scans my butt can call me Lucy."

The skinny kid nodded. "Luthy. Billy's got th'rope and stuff. Let me know when you're ready."

Lucy moved over to the side of the room where Billy peeled her shirt off, releasing her huge churns. The nipples perked up right away, and she kissed Billy on the lips for a long open mouthed moment before putting her hands over her head. Billy worked quickly with a long piece of red rope, making a rope bra for her tits that held them up. "They're getting young and perky again," she murmured. Then he sucked her nipples again until they were rock hard before putting two small vise grips on them, from which he hung two sets of fishing weights. Then he pulled her shorts down, exposing her huge, pebbled ass for punishment. She moved over and took her place before the implement. "I'm ready."

Harold was still fussing with the keyboard. "I'll thet the range from 2 to 6. Goeth ta ten, but that cuts blue jeans, so we better not go that high."

"I did that to him," Billy said smiling.

"Yeah," Harold said, rubbing his backside. "If ya wanna go higher than 6, let me know and I kin reprogram it on the fly. It'll thlow down and thpeed up, sometimes hit ya twice in the thame place. Ya won't know what's next."

Lucy took a deep breath, making her blubber jiggle and the weights rattle. "Ready. Let it go anytime."

Harold punched a button and the machine whirred again. They waited a long moment, then the whip traversed the circle, landing on Lucy's white skin with a snap and drawing a yelp from her. The program started slowly, with several seconds between the lashes, then it increased in speed and intensity. Lucy writhed under the kiss of the whip, moving back and forth, making her bound, weighted breasts wobble and sending strange dull rhythms through the room. Henri put the tip of her thumb in her mouth, her eyes gleaming, her eyes feasting on the grid of red marks appearing on her friend's rump. The boys high fived and Billy did a little dance of victory off to the side, while a small, sly smile appeared on Harold's lips.

The machine in operation was hypnotic, whirring and purring to itself, occasionally lashing out. Harold watched the computer screen closely, where a 3-D replica of Lucy's butt was being marked by lines just as her flesh was. Billy put his hand on Lucy's shoulder and brushed her hair back away from her sweaty face. 

For five minutes the program ran, turning Lucy's backside into a honeycomb of angry red marks. When it was over, Harold punched a key and Billy brought a silk robe out for Lucy to wear. "Don't think you'll be able to sit for a while," Henri observed. The front of Billy's pants bulged forward dramatically. "I think he likes it," she said, pointing to her son's erection. "Can you take care of it, Lucy, or do ya need help?"

Lucy's eyes were closed and she walked in a daze. "Come upstairs and fuck me, Billy. Fuck me right now, from behind. Don't wait."

"Yes, Ma'am, right away," Billy said, guiding Lucy up the stairs and out of sight. 

Henri went over to Harold, who was starting to disassemble his station. "Going somewhere, big boy?"

"Ah, no, I gueth not," he replied, his hands shaking. "Didn't know if. . ."

"Oh, I want a go at this wonderful machine. It's my birthday, too."

"Thwell. Go over there and bend over. You want me to scan your butt, too?"

"No," she said, shaking her head. "I want you to whip my tits."

The boy shook his head. "Really?"

"Really, really. I've been in this device before. I want you to load my tits into this thing and set your love machine going."

He looked at the tit press, then at the machine. "Okay, I gueth. I'll thet the range a little lower. Get ready."

"You gonna scan my boobs?"

There was a sudden gasp, and the boy shook his head. "Huh?"

"You gonna scan my boobs so you can set the machine to do this right?"

He paused, his fingers twitching. "Yeah, thure, right."

She whipped up her t-shirt, and took off her huge, custom made bra. Her breasts were bigger than Lucy's, swinging gently from side to side, her huge nipples erecting almost immediately. He looked around and gasped, bending over with his hands over his groin in a fig leaf position. "Never see a woman's tits before, kid?"

"Thure. Lots. All th'time," he blurted out quickly.

"Ever see tits like this before?" Turning slowly back and forth, she presented her breasts to the boy, moving the nipples within an inch of his face.

Harold's face screwed up in aversion. "No, no, no. My God, I'm tho embarrathed."

"What's wrong, Harold?" She turned him toward her and looked down. A huge bulge was straining against his shorts, lifting the leg of his shorts. With a quick motion, she pulled his waistband down, her eyes growing huge. "What do we have here, Sweetheart?"

A gigantic cock met her eyes; it was the largest she'd ever seen, either in person or on a website. "That's why they call me Ponyboy, the boys thaid it belonged on a horse. None of th' girls ever wanted to date me, everybody teased me when I got an erection. Every time I got a horny thought was tho embarrathing."

She licked her lips. "Ponyboy isn't good enough, you is a Stallion. My God, it's over a foot long and as thick as my wrist. Ever measure it?"

"Yeah.  Fourteen, fifteen inches. Didn't measure how big around."

"Can I touch it?" He looked at her in disbelief for a moment, then barely nodded. She touched it gently and it quivered. "The head's too big for my hand," she said, closing her palm over it; the Levianthan roused itself to full extension and bounced when she let go of it. Turning her head, she peered at the base: "Your ball's as big as pool balls. Son, you got a future in movies if ya want it."

"Huh?"

"You could be a star. Never mind, you're gonna be a star tonight if I have anything to do with it." Both her hands stroked the monster; it responded by popping veins and leaking at the end. "I'm gonna give ya some motivation. Honey, you're such a birthday present: Momma couldn't ask for better." Puckering her lips, she kissed the end and started licking her way around the huge bulb. "Never had a blow job, either, huh?" He shook his head weakly, lost in sensations he never had before. "You musta been saving up that sperm for a decade. Let it go, sweetheart, let it go. Don't worry, Stallion, you're gettin' a ride for sure tonight."

His breath went into overdrive as she started licking and sucking. Her hands fondled his testicles and moved up and down the shaft. The long years of celibacy betrayed him quickly, as he shot a huge load of semen all over her face and chest. She sucked as much as she could down, bringing stray strands to her mouth, and licking the head afterward to assure he was fully emptied. Smiling, she looked up at him and he touched her cheek. "I'm sorry, Mrs. DeLaponte, I'm sorry, didn't mean to do that to you. I never knew."

"Henri, Stallion, Henri. Always call a woman who's sucked your dick by her first name. Thank you, Stallion, I love it. Thanks for shoot a load all over me." She kissed the knob, licking it and making it quiver. "Now I think you can get down to business, right?" He nodded, and she smiled again. "Then scan my boobs into your computer. Wait, let me get them into this thing first."

"You sure you want to do that?"

"Yeah. Don't worry, lover, you'll get to play with them." 

She showed him how to open the tit trap and they squeezed her gigantic mammaries in. They started swelling right away, and she encouraged him to feel them as much as he wanted, squeezing the big buds, licking and sucking the huge saucers, tracing the contours. Then he brought his scanner over to record her shape for his program, his hand trailed after the scanner, lost in rapture of the sensation of her tit flesh. A few keystrokes and it was ready. "How far do you want to go?" he asked.

"Huh? Oh, put 5 at the top until I see how it feels. Start with a good one. And watch this time."

The machine whirred dramatically, and snapped around, leaving a red mark on her bound globe. She took a big sniff through her nose and nodded, and it hit her again. "Yes, yes, oh what a birthday present. Ouch. This is the best ever, shit! I hate the waiting, let it happen again, c'mon, c'mon, speed it up, yeah. You gettin' hard again, Stallion. I think I see some. . .yeeow!. . life come back to him. My God, wow, oh that's so good. I love the pattern. This turn you on, Stallion?"

He sighed. "I've never seen anything like this before. Aw shit, it's sensational. Sicking your nipples was so wonderful, biting the tips, my God, I can't help myself."

Henri winced as two sharp blows connected with her flesh. "Your lisp is gone."

"Really. Wow."

"Wow, wow, wow, three in a row. Jack off a little for me, son, get that donkey dick ready for me. Long break? C'mover here, I want you to fuck me 'fore it's over."

"Fuck you? Really?"

"Yeah. Come around behind and feel for yourself." He circled around behind her, reaching between her legs for her slick lips. "Ow! Put a couple of fingers in there, wiggle them. Yeah, I could fuck that dick, Ow! When you're ready, stick it in. I'll make a man out of you, Stallion."

Tentatively, he put one finger after another into her canal until his whole hand was in up to the wrist. Smiling, he stroked himself with his other hand and was almost immediately ready for action. It was a little awkward to line up, but he was young and agile, and was able to slide three quarters of his astonishing endowment into her willing cock chamber. "My God, I've never done this before."

"You're so precious, Stallion. Ow! Ow! I've never been this full, Ow!, this is wonderful! Work it, work it, pump me, please. Yeah, yeah. This won't be the only time we fuck, Stallion, I'll teach you how to be a lover. Damn! Fuck me quick while my tits are still getting whipped, ride me like a dog." He went into overdrive immediately, stroking twice to the machine's once and before long they were both howling in ecstacy.

"Seems like they're havin' a good time downstairs," Billy said as he rode Lucy on her bed upstairs. The weights hanging from her clamps were jangling fiercely as they worked through the humid night, sweat dripping from their bodies. "Your butt really hurts, don't it?"

"Yeah, Billy. Feels good."

"You could use that thing on your tits, too."

"Yeah, Billy. I know. Tomorrow?"

"Yeah. Don't worry, I'll still work on them for you. Glad Momma sounds happy."

"I. . .think. . .you. . .had. . something. . .up. . .your. . .sleeve. . .all. . .this. . .time. . .Billy," she blurted out as he pounded her swollen ass, fucking her doggy style.

The culmination of their loving overtook them and they collapsed on the bed. He undid her breast restraints and weights, and they lay panting next to each other on the bare sheets. When he was able to breathe, he went on: "I knew Ponyboy from High School, he's got a bigger dick than most of the horses I've seen. We used to snap towels at it and throw rocks when he took a piss outside. It came to me a couple of months ago when I had the idea of building the whipping machine that Ponyboy's dick might be what Momma's always wanted to play with. I caught her one night with her whole hand up her cunt. So I set him up, and Momma did the rest."

"Well, I don't know about her, but this is my best birthday ever. Thanks, Billy."

He kissed her long on the lips. "You're welcome, lover. I could fuck you all night long."

"Give me a while to catch my breath and you're on. We'll call in sick tomorrow morning." 



Juicy Lucy Just Watches



It was a mild September evening; the sun hung low in the Western sky and shone gold through Lucy Lewis' kitchen windows. She sat at the table with two friends of her: Henrietta Delafonte was a woman in her mid 50s, plump and dark; Tammy Laroux was a young woman in her late 20s, skinny and pale, wearing thick frame black glasses, bucktoothed, with short, dark hair. Lucy and Henri wore sleeveless blouses and shorts on a warm, late summer day; Tammy wore the waitress uniform from the local truck stop where she'd gotten off work fifteen minutes earlier. They sat in a circle around a white container candle, passing a joint between them. 

"Good shit," Henri exclaimed, blowing a smoke ring.

"Thanks," Tammy replied. "My little brother's pretty worthless, but he finds good weed."

Lucy took a big drag, and passed it back to the young woman. "How long ya been workin' at the truck stop, Tammy?"

"Fifteen years, ever since I convinced 'em I was sixteen." The waitress took a deep drag and held it a long time before exhaling. "Seems like some nights 'r fifteen years long sometimes. Glad I get to quit this week."

Lucy nodded and took another drag. "Yeah, hope things go well for ya with the City. How'd ya get that job?"

"Mercy Mays 'n me went to school together. Her dad was just elected Mayor, and she got me on at City Hall."

"What'cha doin' there?" Henri asked.

"Pushin' brooms, emptying trash. Givin' the mayor a handjob once in a while, sometimes a little head. He been lonely since Mercy's mom died."

Henri nodded approvingly. "You're a kind hearted gal, Tammy, always said that."

"Amen" Lucy added.

"An' you could go far with a job like that."

Tammy blew out a cloud of pungent smoke. "Naw, don't think so. Just tryin' ta put enough money together to get outta here." The older women nodded, and took a sip from the glasses of bourbon sitting in front of them. "How come you ended up here, Lucy?"

The older woman paused a moment, a little dazed from the booze and the herbage. "Just wanted ta get away from my past. Start over."

"Bad relationship?"

"Ya could say that," Henri cut in.

"Henri!" Lucy snapped, then settled down immediately. "Some people say a bad man's better than no man, but that's a crock. . ."

"Amen," Tammy agreed.

". . .An' I'm comfortable here. Got a good job, nice house, all mine, good satellite, nice toys. Just gonna ride it as long as I can."

"Billy Delafonte part of that?"

"Hush," his mother said, her eyebrows raising in a huff. "Billy's a good boy now who does what he's told."

"Billy's helpful, and I'm glad to be his boss," Lucy said simply. " That's all I need to say."

"Sure," Tammy answered, a sly grin on her face. "None o' my business." Henri took a big drag and passed the chronic to Lucy. "What ya older gals do for fun 'round here?"

"Play 'round, watch TV. Go shopping at Cape," Lucy said.

"We have our special ways of havin' fun," Henri added mysteriously with a wink.

Tammy nodded and took a hit. "Ever gamble?" Tammy's eyes were getting a little strange, taking on an odd gleam.

"Oh, maybe. Matchsticks, pennies. Don't like the boats."

They passed the joint around, and Tammy looked at them seductively, calculating. "How about forfeits?"

The older women looked at each other quizzically, and back at the girl. "What'cha mean?" Lucy said.

"Oh, we play a little game and the loser has to do what the winner wants."

Henri looked puzzled. "What kinda game?"

"Well, Macy and Silvia and me played a little game when we was bored in school. Call it the candle game."

"What would you mean by that?" Lucy asked, her eyebrows lifting.

"We'd drop candle wax on our skin, moving 'round, going to delicate places. Whoever got closest to someplace where it really hurt made the other two do anythin' they wanted."

Henri winked at Lucy away from Tammy and continued innocently. "Sounds innerstin' Might do it. Where would you play this game?"

"Oh, at my house usually; Macy's dad's still around every night and Silvia's got three little sisters."

"No, what part of your body?"

Tammy wiggled her cheeks. "Sometimes on our legs, starin' at the knees and goin' up. Sometimes on our chests, going down."

"Who usually won?" Lucy asked.

"Me."

"And what forfeit would they do?"

Tammy turned a little red, took another long hit on the roll up and a sip of bourbon. "They'd have to make me happy. One licked my tits and the other my clit till I came. Sometimes other stuff, weirder stuff"

Henri smiled broadly. "This sounds innerestin'. Never knew, Tammy. Dunno if I wanna play this game, the stakes are pretty high."

"Oh Henri, I'm sure you'd be good at it," Tammy said innocently. "I wouldn't do anythin' too bad to two old women like you."

Her friend choked a little and coughed before staring at her for a long time. "I think we can play this game, Tammy. Let's get out a couple more candles and see what happens."

After Lucy brought more container candles over from the cabinet, Tammy gasped as Lucy took her top off, revealing two huge churns. Then Henri made of show of removing her blouse and gigantic bra, showing a larger set of boobs crowned with huge nipples that filled her side of the table completely. Almost shyly, Tammy took off her waitress outfit and removed her bra, revealing an elegant pair of torpedoes with perfectly puffy nipples as she stood in her panties alone. Henri licked her lips and stared at Tammy's breasts: "You got a nice pair of knockers, Tammy. Who knew?" They sat there a few moments, looked back and forth at each other, waiting for the wax to melt enough to pour. 

Henri picked up the candle and went first. "Here we go," she said, putting a trail of hot, white wax on her chest. Lucy followed suit, and Tammy imitated them with a doubtful look in her eye. Henri put a few drops three inches lower, where her massive mammaries began to leave her torso, and the other two followed suit. Then came another round lower down and another. Finally, the older women put several drops directly on their areolae, smiling and puffing. The younger woman was amazed at their older women's stamina, looking back and forth with a hunted look in her hand. Tammy's hand was shaking when she finally picked up her candle, and she squealed as the hot liquid hit close to her delicate brown bits. 

Henri smiled, and asked: "You usually win by now, don't ya?" Tammy shook her head. "Okay, watch this." The dark headed woman then dropped several dollops of wax directly on her buds, hitting the nubs, creating a huge flake for later. Lucy smiled and cupped each breast in her hand as she completely encased her nipples in molten white. Tammy took the candle reluctantly and waited as more wax developed. Finally after taking a deep breath, she poured a dollop right on her puffy right nipple, screaming as the wax hit her skin, dropping the candle, writing in pain, and frantically trying to blow on it. 

The older women laughed as the young woman tried to nurse herself, flicking off the wax and sucking her nipple as far into her mouth as it would go, moaning. "Betcha thought we'd be your bitches tonight," Henri sneered close to her ear. "Little you know. In a minute we'll show you why you lost." leaning back, she looked at her host quizzically. "Lucy, what do you think the punishment ought to be?"

After thinking a moment, Lucy smiled. "Let's take her downstairs and see what tickles our fancy. You were going to make us your sex slaves for the evening, weren't you Tammy?" The young woman shuddered, her mouth still full of her nipple, and nodded once. "I thought so. You've taken off your uniform, leave your panties up here too. You're gonna be nekked fer a while. Downstairs."

Henri delayed a moment to make a call on her cell phone while the other two went downstairs. When Lucy turned on the basement light, Tammy's eyes lit up: "What's that thing over there?" she asked, pointing.

"A tit trap. We're going to put yours in there while we think of what to do with you."

"And that?"

"A whipping machine, computer driven. I think this will get some work, too."

"Goodie," the young woman said, stepping around the prie dieu and lifting her shapely torpedoes into the press. Lucy fastened the clamps and then put Tammy's hand in restrains attached to it. "I have a thought or two. . ." Tammy said.

"Shut up," Henri growled as she came down the stairs. "You're not in control right now, in case you haven't noticed. We got a helper comin' over, but I don't want you seein' him." She took off Tammy's glasses and blindfolded her. "Ya can wonder what's next. Ya can suck on this while you're waitin'" Henri lifted her huge boob up and put the nipple to Tammy's lips. Tammy eagerly began licking and sucking the massive gland, making the older woman smile.

Harold Laroux bounded down the stairs and smiled broadly when he saw his sister captive. "Not a word out of you, young man," Henri snapped. "All this little girl knows a strange man's lookin' at her nekked body, an' it's gonna stay that way. Get your little box over her and scan her titties for the computer."

Harold nodded and proceeded to run a scanner over the trapped tits. They were already perking in anticipation, and he tweaked them when he was done. Henri slapped his hand and shook her head. "Bad boy, do as yer told an' nothin' else. Get the machine ready, only up to force three on the program. Not gonna whip her hard, but long. In the meantime, I'll work over her bubble butt. Sound good to you?"

Tammy moaned and Harold nodded, producing a soft, multi strand flogger and installing a single strand in the whipping machine. Henri waited, smiling at the attention her nipple was getting. Lucy sat and waiting, oblivious to her exposure as Harold snuck peeks at her huge breasts and rubbery nipples. Shortly, Henri pulled her teat out of Tammy's mouth, took the flogger and went around behind the bound girl. At her cue, he punched a button and the whipping machine gave the captive torpedoes their first love bite. Henri flicked her butt just after, and the pace was slow at first: occasional kisses of leather with teasing pauses of anticipation. Tammy smiled and her fingers danced with each contact, and the pace gradually increased. Her skin started to turn light pink and the pace increased. "Harder, harder," she cried, and they accommodated her.

Soon she began to tremble in her captivity, and coo like a bird. Her skin was turning red as she quaked harder, and soon let out a loud yell as a massive orgasm hit her. The machine stopped and Henri slowed down as the young woman rode her ecstasy. Lucy's face was blank, and she shook her head in disappointment. "That didn't look like punishment to me," Lucy said flatly.

Henri nodded in agreement. "No, it wasn't. Looked like we gave her something she liked."

"Oh my God, I love you so much!" Tammy said, her voice quivering. "Never felt this way before, yes, yes, yes. I am your slave, I'm yours, I'll do anything you want. I'll lick and suck any part of either one of you, crawl upstairs and wash your floors, anything!"

Henri thought for a moment. "Had to call a young man in to help me. Maybe you could suck him a while. You any good at cocksucking?"

She frowned and thought for a moment. "Yeah, guess so, but I wanna ask one thing."

"Yeah?"

"Don't let him cum in my mouth. I hate the taste of cum."

Lucy smirked. "We'll see. All right young man, here's your reward for tonight. Whip it out and get it over here, she ain't goin' nowhere."

Harold took off his shorts and underwear, his huge member jutting like a bar in front of him. Standing carefully in front of Tammy, he put the tip of his cock to her lips. She gave it a lick and frowned: "This tastes like my dorky brother Harold."

"How would you know?" Lucy asked.

"This little dickweed's tries to stick it in my mouth anytime he can get away with it. Sometimes I lost a bet and had to suck him a while, sometimes I'd wake up from a nap and find this monster in my mouth."

"Damn Harold, you're a real creep," Lucy said. Harold grinned shyly and toyed with his balls. "Why didn't have you have him arrested?"

"It was more fun taking it out in his flesh and his car and his toys. Ask him who stranded him naked downtown at 2:30AM one Saturday morning with all the drunks on the street. Ask him who kept breaking his porn DVDs and leaving the pieces in his school locker."

Lucy thought for a minute. "Mean kids both of ya. This seems like a punishment to me. Suck the cock; he'll pull out before he comes and we're even. Right Harold?"

He looked over at Lucy, licking his lips at the sight of her jugs. "Yes, Ma'am. Right."

"Go for it." Harold pushed the tip into Tammy's mouth and she started moving her tongue and lips over his tender flesh. The cockhead barely fit in her mouth, and she chewed him softly as she worked on him. He was trembling and rubbing his huge balls, breathing deeply and whining from time to time. Soon, he clamped his hand on the back of her head and grunted, white goo leaking out of the corners of her mouth as he pumped a huge load between his sister's lips.

Henri ran around at started whipping his bottom hard with the flogger she was still holding. "No! No! No! This isn't part of the deal, shithead. That man chowder is mine, not hers, an' don't you forget it." 

"Ow, ow, ow!" he screamed, holding his position and taking the blows until he emptied his balls, before darting away. holding his red butt. He cowered in a corner, kneeling and whimpered: "You don't know what she's done to me."

"It's what I'll do to you is what matters, stupid. Take position behind yer sister and wait." As Henri spoke, Tammy started spitting the semen out of her mouth, most of it landing on her reddened mammaries. The older woman noticed and bent over to take it from her lips, giving her a deep French kiss in search of sperm. Tammy submitted and let the older woman explore her mouth with her tongue until she was satisfied. When they broke, Henri gave her orders: "Harold, you stick your face between her legs and lick her cunt. Do it just like I showed you to do it to me."

"But Henri. . ."

"Do it or you'll never get laid again. Just remember who's in charge here." She snapped the flogger on the floor with a loud crack; he bowed his head and bent down. She smiled and looked at the captive: "Now I'll make up for that little jerk."

Henri knelt down and started licking the semen off Tammy's breasts. Lucy heard the slurping sounds Harold made from Tammy's cunt, and the young woman was obviously enjoying the new sensations front and back. As she cleaned the goo off reddened skin, Henri nipped and nibbled at the tender flesh, taking a nipple into her suck and chewing lightly from time to time, making Tammy whimper and moan. Tammy's tits glistened with saliva, light red fading slightly, the puffy nipples fully erect. 

It wasn't long before the restrained girl moaned and groaned again, reaching her second orgasm as her brother sucked her clitoris and her new friend sucked her nipple. It ended when Henri removed the blindfold and took her out of the tit trap. "Now I git to have some fun. Tammy, lay down on the floor, face up."

"Yes, Ma'am. What'cha want me to do?"

"Suck my clit while Ponyboy fucks me. If you're good, I'll pay you back."

"Cool." Tammy lay down on the cold concrete floor quickly, and Henri put a couple of cushions on the floor for her knees straddling the girl's face. Harold was standing behind the tit trap, rubbing his fresh erection and licking his lips as he devoured Henri's cunt with laser eyes. The huge woman moved slowly and awkwardly as she got on all fours and lowered her slit to Tammy's eager lips. Henri smiled as she settled into position, and her new young friend began noisily sucking her cunt.

Lucy sat watching, pinching her hard nipples and grinding her thighs together. She looked over at Harold, who gave her an inviting look, but shook her head and nodded him to take up his position behind Henri. Henri shuddered and sighed, saying: "OK Ponyboy, work that big dick into my cunt. And Tammy, don't you dare stop even if your brother's balls hit yer forehead."

Tammy gave a muffled reply, and Harold got into position, gradually feeding his cock into her huge vagina. He got into gear quickly, pounding her hard, his balls slapping his sister's forehead, his eyes becoming unfocused and his lip quivering. Henri was in paradise and went into a symphony of groans, moans, sighs and narrative, telling them how good it felt to have her clit sucked so well while having her cunt fucked by a monster dick. She re-balanced herself and reached down to fondle Tammy's slit, working in one fat finger after another until all four were buried; Tammy moaned and cooed as she slurped Henri's clit.

Lucy's hand drifted down to her wet crotch, a slight smile on her face; for a moment, she considered programming the whipping machine and loading her floppy udders into the tit trap for a torture program. But her lover Billy was coming home the next morning, and she wanted to wait for him. She wanted to present him lily white tits for his pleasure, a blank canvas for his creative abuse. She wanted his hungry eyes to devour her naked bound form, watch as the machine relentlessly turned her lily white tits into to bright red honeycombs of pain, and savage her cunt and asshole with his incredibly long cock before coming forward to spray a huge load of delicious white goo all over her face and battered red breasts.