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Misbehavin'

By: csmsmith



If graphic sex and sordid acts offend you, please look elsewhere for entertainment. However, if these are what trigger your giggles, read on...

*

Allie Cooper sat in the outer office waiting for Mr. Jones, the prep-school principal, to return. She didn't need this aggravation she thought. Her son was in trouble again, and with her husband serving in Iraq, things seemed to be slipping away from her. She began to sob, a tear finding its way down her cheek. Just then, the door swung open, and Mr. Jones made his way to his office door, pausing as the admin assistant whispered to him and pointed towards Allie. Mr. Jones looked and then with a furrowed brow, asked Allie to join him in his office. Allie stood, her emotions suppressed for the moment, and walked past Mr. Jones into the office and sat in a stiff, arm chair facing his large disheveled desk.

Mr. Jones walked to edge of the desk, and rather than sitting in the chair, perched himself with one leg dangling over the corner of the desk so he could look down at her. "Your son has been into mischief, again, Mrs. Cooper." He said flatly. "For a high school graduate in a private college prep-school program he should be more responsible."

"I understand, but his father is away and he's just too much to handle," a small sob escapes her as she explained, looking rather pitiful. Life was hard for her, even harder now that she had to be everything to everyone.

"Mrs. Cooper, you have to understand that I have a responsibility to parents and the other kids in this school to discipline him because of these infractions. I don't take any pleasure in this, but it is by the rule book."

"What is his punishment?" She manages to look up, but not into his eyes.

"Suspension for two days, then, in-school detention for a week," He says as he stood, towering over her now.

"Oh, no! That will keep him from applying to college this year." She gasped, standing on wobbly legs, "There must be something else he can do.

"I understand your position, Mrs. Cooper, but understand my situation; I have to follow the rules too." He said, almost apologetically. "However..." He continued, and then stopped.

"Yes." She asks, "What were you thinking of, Mr. Jones. Is there something else?"

Well, maybe I could talk to him, along with you of course, together, to see if there is anything we can do differently, but it would have to be tonight, the punishment report has to be sent to the Board of Education tomorrow." 

"Oh, I know we can work this out Mr. Jones, I know we can."

"Tonight at eight then, at your home, we'll talk this out."

"Oh, yes, please, at eight, thank you Mr. Jones, thank you."

***

Allie cleaned up the living room, frantically trying to at least appear like she kept house. The doorbell rang and it startled her, she was expecting it, but it made her jump just the same. She moved to the door, opened it and invited Mr. Jones inside. As she closed the door behind him, she called toward the back of the house, "Jack, Mr. Jones is here."

Allie showed Mr. Jones a chair, and said, "Thank you for coming."

Jack entered the room and plopped down as far as he could from the two adults.

Mr. Jones began by asking Jack if he had any problems that he would like to talk about. Jack ignored the inquiry and avoided looking toward them. Mr. Jones tried again, and was again rebuffed. This time Mr. Jones rose to his feet and began to leave.

Allie, seeing this, jumped to her feet and said, "Please Mr. Jones, stay." Turning to Jack she raises her voice and levels her gaze at him saying, "Mr. Jones has come here to save your butt, Jack, you better start talking to him."

"Fuck you! He's not my dad." Jack yells, tears welling in his eyes as he turns and runs from the room.

Allie begins to cry, sobbing uncontrollably, and collapses to the floor. Mr. Jones moved to help her up and managed to get her on the couch, noticing that she has lost a button on her blouse, allowing him to see her bare breasts as he hovered over her. He lingered a moment intrigued by the erotic view of this rather lovely woman. Allie glanced upward, briefly, and sees his lustful stare, she follows his eyes to her breasts and without reservation pulls him to her, smothering his mouth with hers as she searches desperately for his tongue.

Breaking her hold on him, Mr. Jones says, "Allie, you're a beautiful woman, and I hate to see you upset. I hate to see you crying like you were just now. I wish I could do something to help, to calm you down, to help you relax. Do you think I could? Do you think I could do that? Help you relax ... relax ... and calm down? Could I do that ... Hmm?" His intentions masked by this façade, he reveled in the thought that this opportunity came along when it did.

Allie was transfixed as she stared into Mr. Jones' hypnotizing eyes. She felt his hand up between her trembling thighs now, kneading them, stroking them, and threatening to turn the slumbering fires in her loins to raging storms. She now felt trembles of pleasure surge through her body, up in between her ivory-hued breasts, and down again to the quivering walls of her clasping, grasping, vagina. But she could do nothing. She couldn't open her mouth. Her surprise at finding herself involved sexually with a man not her husband, and not being able to ignore the incredibly pleasurable throbbing, froze her mind to everything but the physical sensations now streaming in to her consciousness.

Suddenly, Mr. Jones' right hand moved quickly around and turned Allie's delicate face to him. She gasped with the force of his move, and as her mouth opened he covered it with his own, forcing his swiftly darting tongue deep into her resisting cavity. She desperately tried to free herself, and then as quickly, thrust herself into his arms, lancing her own tongue at his, and encircling it in the darkness of her frantically moving mouth. Her emotions were fluctuating between lust and fear.

Mr. Jones gasped with surprise at the unexpected response from this aroused young housewife, and then flexed his hands into the softness of her flesh. She moaned in pleasure, and Mr. Jones' hands moved over her body, along the narrowness of her waist, over the voluptuously rounded curve of her hips and into the naked hardness of her valley below. She clutched his hand as his fingers gathered the folds of her skirt and he reached to touch the crease of her hot loins.

"No, Mr. Jones, my God, what am I doing?" Allie cried, suddenly coming to her senses. "Stop! No! Please!"

Mr. Jones didn't answer, he simply freed his hand from her grasp, and began brushing his fingers lightly over the moistening lips of her shivering vagina.

"Aaaahhh!" Allie sighed, beginning to lose all control over her actions, beginning to forget her resolve, her pride, even her husband, as her mind became attuned to one thing, and one thing only; the blistering heat generated by the expertly moving hands of her passion-aroused guest.

"Does that feel good, Mrs. Cooper?" Mr. Jones panted, "Do you want me to keep on?"

"Oh God, yes ... yes ..." Allie managed to get out. She was a totally aroused female now, straining with desire after only a few minutes of sexual manipulation. She was tortured now with the effort, not of trying to impose her reason on the mindless passion that was overcoming her, but trying to keep that reason at bay, trying to keep it away long enough so that her body might be satisfied sexually.

"Do you want me to go on, Mrs. Cooper?" Mr. Jones asked, drawing his hand out from underneath her parted skirt.

"Yes ... please ... yes ..." the luscious young mother moaned.

"Then you're going to have to do something for me first." With a groan, Mr. Jones shifted himself on the seat, and unzipped the zipper on his bulging pants. "Now, go on dear, take out my cock."

An undesired shudder of sensual excitement quivered through the young woman at his command, yet she couldn't do as he asked. She fought the pin-pricks of sensation which rose up through her belly. "No, please ..."

Once again Mr. Jones reached over for her, well aware of the hopeless battle raging within his aroused young woman. He slid his hand under her skirt and along the soft, warm flesh of her inner thigh and she merely moaned, no longer trying to stop him.

With thumb and forefinger he spread the fleshy lips of golden pubic hair lining the outside of her moist, pink cunt. Allie sat back, holding her breath, still unable to offer more than token resistance to his hands coursing over her body. The exquisite feeling of air rushing over the rising bud of her clitoris rippled through her now jelly-like muscles and out into the nipples of her excitedly heaving breasts, destroying all feeling of debasement, humiliation, or anything else but the delightful pleasures building within her. The straining thighs relaxed and parted loosely as she turned toward Mr. Jones with a low, surrendering moan, as if her mind were separate from her body.

Her hand moved across his pants and slid inside his open fly and clasped his heavy, thick cock. And to her horrified amazement, she found that her fingers, of their own volition, were pushing his jockey shorts aside and bringing the hard, fleshy rod out of its prison, out until it stood up menacingly and erect, her long fingers wrapping themselves lovingly around it.

"Ahhh, that's it, baby," Mr. Jones grunted. He undid his belt and top trouser button, and allowed Allie to slide his pants down, and then his shorts. Now he was sitting nakedly displayed on the couch. In spite of her revulsion, something made Allie caress and stroke his throbbing cock, manipulating the long foreskin up and down over the angry red coronal rim. She slid her hand down the hotly throbbing shaft to its base and then below, to cup and squeeze his sperm-bloated testicles reverently, cradling them with inherent affection, then trailing back up to pinch at the beautifully formed rod of aching male-flesh with tiny, nipping pressures.

Her hips ground of their own volition hotly down against the seat and she heard her own purring, animal-like sounds emitting painfully from between her passion-clenched teeth. She couldn't believe it! Yet, it was happening to her, by her ... What is wrong with me? she thought, confused. I can't stop myself ... I want to touch his penis! I have to touch it ... ooooh, God! 

Mr. Jones sat back, not touching her now, luxuriating in the submission that had fully overtaken the woman. She was kissing his neck, his cheek, his ears and eyes and lips, her hot, wet, little tongue licking at him wildly ... not knowing or caring any longer what spell had come over her, her glazed mind filled only with the credo of his magnificent cock.

Mr. Jones was mesmerized with the breathtaking loveliness of the young woman. Her firm, sleek body was an entrancing combination of swelling breasts and thighs, and he gaped at the velvet-like, honey-covered silken down that she was exploring gently with her fingers now, the junction of her slightly spread thighs. The thin, pink, hair-lined slit running the full length of her openly spread cunt caused his mouth to water, and his tongue flicked over his lips in keen anticipation as he watched the glassy expression in her eyes.

"Get down between my legs," Mr. Jones ordered, watching her firm breasts dance and her lush, rounded buttocks sway as she crawled on all fours to his command, her beautiful long tresses pouring down over her shoulders like a cascading, golden waterfall. "Now lick my cock, baby. Put my cock in your mouth and suck ..."

And she did, even though this was one of the things she had never done to a man before, even her husband. Making him cum with her hand was one thing—but kissing a man on his penis was something only perverts did, only sick people! But I must be sick ... I can't help myself ... I want to suck his cock, just like he wants ... Dear God ...

Allie lavished Mr. Jones's quivering shaft before her with her warm, wet tongue, brushing and grazing from its base along its blood-thickened underside up to its lust-hardened cock-head, sucking, playing, kissing with long hungry strokes ... then back down to its base and to the black-haired pubic growth and then lower, down around the distended, bloated sac of his testicles, hot from their load of sperm. 

Her first taste of pungent male spice instigated wild tremors of delight in her young body, and she uncontrollably balanced herself on one arm while she reached back with her other and slowly, tenderly felt her breasts and nipples, belly and thighs. Allie was wild with frenzy, her stomach and vagina churning now with a spastic need that she had never dreamed existed and which was driving her to the point of orgasmic madness. God ... she loved this! Quickly she trailed her tongue back over Mr. Jones's hair-covered balls and along the heavily throbbing shaft to its lewdly bobbing head, and with a tiny groan, slipped her lips wetly down over it. God! She wanted to suck his thick male sperm down into her throat and belly!

She began to suck and lick in earnest now, and though a small shudder of revulsion at what she was allowing herself to do passed through her momentarily, she realized that the exquisite deliciousness of Mr. Jones's cock was too much to resist. She felt the wiry hair of his loins rub against her with every thrust, and as greater sensations of abandoned ecstasy grew to burn her vagina still hotter, nothing mattered but the sweet agony of the lewd desires which rippled through her almost-naked flesh.

Dear God. This isn't happening. Her mind kept repeating over and over, but she knew it was, and the pungent odors of Mr. Jones' lust-engorged cock slithering in and out of her lips stung her flared nostrils and she began to insanely run her tongue faster over his hotly pulsating shaft and bulging cock-head. She may be sick, she thought crazily, but she didn't want this to stop. Her cunt contracted involuntarily as the lascivious thought raced out of control through her passion-fogged mind.

"Now, baby," Mr. Jones hissed down at her, "beg for it."

"Mmmmmm," Allie mewled, her mouth still oval, tautly around his throbbing hardness. "Ohhh, yes ... yes ..." Her words were muffled and indistinct, but deeply felt, for all control of her body was gone.

"Beg me to cum in your mouth, baby," he commanded, continuing to grind his cock into her wet quivering throat.

"Ohhh, yes ... cum in my mouth!" she babbled, the thought of her own lips spewing out those lewd desires for the first time in her life sending new lascivious thrills racing through her.

Mr. Jones felt the softness of her tongue swirling around the apex of his penis and flicking magically all around his shaft, and he flexed his buttocks, watching the woman's honey-blonde head bob crazily up and down as she worked her mouth around his still swelling, hammering cock. It was a masterful sight, he thought, watching it, though he wondered why she didn't choke. Great whirls of heat were building in the sac of his testicles, and he could see tiny rivulets of perspiration rolling in thin droplets from the side of Allie's firm, white-skinned body. "Suck me, baby, suck me harder!"

In a wild, maniacal need for fulfillment, Allie sucked his lust-hardened penis like a wanton whore, and the thickly pummeling instrument disappeared in strange, lengthening fusion with her face as Mr. Jones drove upward with hollowing buttocks, sinking his penis far up into the tormented young housewife's open mouth until his pubic hair brushed the tip of her nose. His sperm-bloated balls danced lewdly beneath, slapping in unison with his thrusts hard against her upraised chin. Then, his climax rolling out of his balls like a thunder-cloud out of the sky, Mr. Jones suddenly jerked his cock from her roundly sucking lips, holding his huge, red gland about two inches away from her puckered mouth.

"Oh, no Mr. Jones ... please, I want it! I must have it!" pleaded the stricken woman, groaning with the agonizing and over powering fire of her unfulfilled lust fanning out of control in her pulsating cunt, and tried to pull him to her, her mouth gaping at his wildly jumping cock.

But before she could close her widely open lips over his cock again, it began to spew hot, sticky cum directly into the searching cavern of her mouth, and the thick, quick spurts streamed lewdly from the dancing tip filling her waiting mouth to the brim. She swallowed voraciously, trying not to lose a drop of the hot, lust-inciting fluid, rapidly attempting to keep up with the wildly ejaculating cock squirting its load of lewd male cum into her face. Mr. Jones throbbed out the last of his cock's stream of semen, and then a thin string of sticky white fluid ran from its blunt head to her glistening wet lips as Allie desperately moved forward to take the deflating shaft between her closed lips.

And then Mr. Jones leaned back, gasping contentedly. "Ahhh," he murmured. "Not bad, not bad."

"Ohhhh," Allie mewled. She had almost been ready to cum when she felt Mr. Jones's hot sperm spewing deep in her mouth and throat in great, gushing torrents and the way it billowed heat in her stomach when she was swallowing the white, burning ejaculations—but she was still just seconds away. "Oh, Mr. Jones ... please ... I need ... please ..." she moaned incoherently.

Mr. Jones looked down on her and smiled at her through his satiation. There would be other times, he thought cruelly, and it was better not to satisfy her completely in the beginning. "Oh, Allie, dear, I'm sorry ... I just can't. I'm exhausted." He smiled, knowing he would be able to keep this going for some time to come. "I think we will have to talk again tomorrow about Jack's situation."

"Jack?" She had forgotten about Jack and his troubles, "Yes... We should."

Allie squirmed on the couch in her frustration, and then abruptly stood up, gathering her skirt around her. Hysterically, she made her way tripping out of the living room, aware of Mr. Jones's eyes on her, aware now of the shame of what she had done, unable to keep the unendurable pangs of humiliation from stabbing their way like razor knives into the tortured recesses of her mind.

***

As Mr. Jones left, Allie ran through the hallway headlong into Jack, who was standing in the hall, pants around his ankles, rapidly stroking his eighteen year old prick. Both fell into a heap on the floor grasping for whatever clothing was close to cover their modesty. 

"Jack!" Allie squealed, "What... are you doing?" her gaze fixed on his still stiff meat. The realization that he had witnessed her debauchery struck like a spear into her heart. "Oh god, Jack, I'm so sorry." She pleaded. 

Jack was less shocked than embarrassed. "Mom, I..." He stuttered, "Oh mom I'm sorry, did he force you to do that?"

Allie suddenly saw the opening, the only way she could explain her behavior, "Yes, Jack he made me do it. It was terrible. I can't believe this happened to me."

"I'll kill him, mom, he won't hurt you again." Jack blurted out emphatically.

"Oh no, son, you can't do anything. If anything happened to him they would automatically blame you. Just let me handle him."

"But mom..."

"Shushhh... Jack, let's just stick together and we can get through this. Ok?" Allie said as she pulled her son to her, resting his head on her chest, forgetting for a moment that she was unclothed from the waist up and still exposed to her son. They stayed that way for several moments, a mother and her child in a loving embrace.

Jack spoke first, "Mom I'm so sorry I was doing... you know... uh, I just..." 

Allie looked down and smiled at her son, but the scene she saw there shocked her to her core, her son was slowly stroking his erect penis while his head was wedged between her bare breasts. "Oh, my god, Jack!" she squeals, "What are you doing?"


Misbehavin' Ch. 02



The phone was ringing incessantly in Allie's ear as she woke from her slumber. She tried to reach for the phone but her arm was under Jack's, neck, gently she pulled it clear of him, smiling sweetly at her son as she did so, then reached for the phone, answering with a groggy, crackling voice, "Hello."

"Hi, honey, how is everything." The voice on the other end of the phone returned.

Allie sat straight up in bed, eyes wide and suddenly aware of who was speaking. "Hi, baby, where are you?" She says as she recognizes her husband's voice.

"I'm in Kuwait City, Allie, I got hurt and I'm coming home a little early."

"Hurt?" Allie asked concerned, "What happened?"

"Its not serious, but it'll get me a little recovery time state-side, aren't you excited?"

"Oh baby, you know I am, when will you be home?"

I'll be on a plane in an hour, it should land some time after noon tomorrow. I'll call and let you know when I transfer in New York, Ok?"

"Oh, yes, yes I can't wait, I'm so glad."

"I've got to go, honey, bye."

"Bye baby."

Jack had roused from the animated call. "Was that dad?" he asked.

"Yes, Jack, he's been hurt and he's coming home."

Fear and worry alternating in his mind as the reality of his incestuous affair with his mother mingled with concern for his father's wellbeing Jack asks, "Oh, that's terrible, is he Ok?"

"He says so, but you know your father, he could be saying that so we don't worry." Allie says, visibly agitated by the uncertainty of the situation. She throws the blanket back, swings her legs out of the bed and tells Jack, "Get up and get all your things out of this room."

Jack's heart sunk, his tenuous hold on his mother's confused sexuality was dissipating before his eyes, and he was helpless to do anything but comply with his mother's request. "Yes ma'am." He responded.

She didn't hear his response, nor did she see the hurt on his face.

***

Waiting was tortuous, time drug on without end, for Allie and Jack, seemingly forever. Neither spoke. Neither knew what to say, the common bond they developed out of emotional need now seemed sordid and unspeakable. Both suffered with their own soul's dark uncertainties. 

Jack had taken the day off from his prep-school program to go with his mother and meet his father at the airport. As his mother drove nervously to the airport, Jack watched her hands shaking, as she chewed her nails and directed the car through the traffic. He wondered if she was going to be able to keep their affair a secret, he wondered too if they would ever again be lovers. 

Allie was distraught, she was worried for her husband's injuries, were they severe? Could she bear up if they were serious? She determined she had to be strong, but strength didn't come, just more worry, what if he finds out about her and Jack, or Mr. Jones. She was slipping into a black pool of emotions, swimming in a sea of doubt; doubt that she could hold up from the strain of it all.

Major Tom Cooper waited in the international arrival customs line, gingerly inching forward as the line moved slowly forward, toward the customs agent and that much closer to home. He required the use of crutches, but they were invariably unwieldy in such close quarter movements, so he just hopped, or waddled as he made his way inexorably forward.

Major Cooper had been close to an improvised explosive device, IED in military parlance, when it claimed several soldier's lives, barely surviving, he had been ripped from his thigh to his abdomen by a piece of shrapnel leaving him incapacitated, but it was no longer life threatening.

Allie Cooper watched as one after another soldier passed through the portal that led from the international arrival concourse, her nervous fidgeting belying any attempt to appear calm. Suddenly, she froze, was it him, could it be... could that be him inching along the corridor toward her, and then she saw his smile... his smile, Tom's smile. She ran headlong toward him pulling up short as she realized he was seriously wounded. She wrapped her arms around his neck and lavished him with kisses, kisses long suffering his absence, her sobbing turned gradually to giggles and sincere gladness. He was home and she was safe again, he was safe, with her.

Jack watched as his mother smothered his father, nearly knocking him over as she clung to him. He was elated, and relieved that his father looked to be alright. But in the dark recesses of his mind he was concerned about the lustful urges he felt for his mother, his lover. He wandered over to his father slowly, smiling, wondering.

The reunited family made small talk as they made their way home, uneasily for all; Tom from his wound, Allie from her conflicted emotions, Jack from the overwhelming jealousy he now felt for his mother.

***

The first few days went by uneventfully. Late on the third night of his father's return, Jack heard someone walk down the hall whimpering. It couldn't be his father he thought, but why would his mom be crying? He got out of bed and ventured into the darkness of the hallway, wondering what he would find. Walking into the living room, he sees his mother, seated head-in-hands crying. Jack moves to her and gently touches her shoulder, startling her from her pitiable repose.

"Oh! Jack it's you." She says a little too loudly, then softer, "Go back to bed, I'll be alright."

"What's wrong mom?" Jack says concerned, "Are you Ok?"

Allie shakes her head as she bites her lower lip, tears flowing freely as she does so. "No, its not me... Its your father...he...he's lost his..." she stutters, then halts, then begins again, "His wound is more serious than you know. He can't... He..." again halting as she sobs through hands held over her face. 

"Take it easy mom. What happened to dad?"

"He's missing a large part of his... scrotum, and his penis too." She sobs.

"Ohhh, no, poor dad." Jack says, cringing from the visual image.

"Yes, poor dad." Allie says without conviction, but with a sarcasm belying her self pity.

Jack reaches over to console his mother, but as he does she recoils from him, placing a hand on his chest, saying, "No son. Don't. I can't deal with any drama right now."

Jack is hurt by this declaration from his mother, he so wanted to console her for her sake... and his. "Good night mom."

***

Tom Cooper had to visit the base hospital weekly to have the wound checked by the medical staff. He had been back one week to the day and was waiting in the out patient ward for his appointment. As he looked around he realized that there were plenty of soldiers with much more serious wounds than he. But only the wounds that were apparent, he lightly rubbed an itch where his swollen organ was missing an inch long chunk of meat, ripped by the searing hot metal as it tore through his thigh and abdomen. It resembled a bite out of an apple, only more gruesome in its hideous effect. 

"Major Cooper?" a nurse called his name and he responded with a "Here," and then struggled to his feet and into the examination room. The doctor came in after the nurse had removed the bandages and cleaned the wounds and the sutures. With just a cursory exam the attending physician wrinkled his furrowed brow, sat back, and leveled his gaze toward the Major. 

"You're married Major?" He asked. 

"Well... yes." He answered, confused.

"Kids?"

"Yes, one boy, er... young man... he's attending college next year. Why?" He answered, still confused.

"Well, Major its like this, your penis has suffered a tremendous trauma, if we don't do something quick you may lose it altogether." The doctor explained.

"But they said it would be ok."

"They were wrong, what they should have done was bi-sect and reattach the uninjured forward portion here, pointing to the crown of his penis' head, now we will have to remove it or infection will spread. This could threaten your life, Major." The doctor intoned.

Major Cooper sat shocked as thoughts raced through his mind, how could he go on, would Allie accept him as an invalid in this sense, could they ever make love again?

"Major... Major." Did you hear me, we have a surgical team ready now, please follow me." He hears some one saying as he follows the voice's commands slowly, in a dazed stupor.

Allie couldn't understand what could be taking her husband so long. She began to fidget-she had never been a patient person. Hours went by, and then a very serious physician came up to her and explained that the "procedure" had gone well and that she could see the Major in recovery. Recovery, she thought. Why is he in recovery?

Major Tom cooper was groggy but awake as Allie came in the room she smiled a nervous little smile and asked, "What happened Tom?"

He tried to be strong and reticent, but failed, his voice wavered as he explained what had transpired. "It'll be ok I think." He managed to say, before having to look away, not yet able to face his wife's reaction to his infirmity.

Allie was stunned, began crying, and fainted into the chair she was sitting. "On my god, Tom they took it off?" she finally managed.

"Most of it, the doctor said there are a few inches."

***

As weeks passed into months, Jack had begun college, Tom had regained his health, and Allie... well Allie stayed depressed most of the time. She had even taken to drinking to suppress the pain and desire that seemed incessant and unrequited. She had distanced herself from Jack and Tom, emotionally and socially, she just couldn't stand to be around them, not sober at least.

Tom had received orders to travel to the west coast for a month, and left with little fanfare. Allie didn't even see him off, she had slipped completely into self pity. Jack tried to again become close to his mother, but her self indulgent behavior was reinforced by alcohol induced numbness, leaving her frigid to his advances.

Jack had turned to a girl at school that he seemed to like, at least he was moving on, or so Allie thought. Jack would never chance having a girl stay overnight in his parents' home while his dad was there, but with him gone the opportunity was too good to pass by. This is going to be great he thought as he slinked into the living room with his new girlfriend, Kaleen, explaining that his mother was probably passed out drunk by this time of night.

In the late night, Allie awoke with a sudden start. Sounds, faint and unintelligible, had penetrated her alcohol-sleep-fogged brain and had brought her instantly alert. She sat up in the bed, pulling the sheets down her legs, and then set her feet onto the floor. The sounds had stopped and she wondered if she just hadn't been awakened from a nightmare. What was happening to her? She remembered falling asleep, trying to reject those lewd ideas that had been provoked by Tom's absence and Jack's provocative behavior. Then whispering voices began again, as though coming from a great distance, somewhere in the living room, but it seemed farther off than that. She glanced at the luminous dial of her watch that she had set on the bed-stand. One o'clock, quite awhile since she'd gone to bed.

She reached down and pushed her feet into slippers and padded across the thick carpet to the bedroom door. She reached to the switch for the air-conditioning and turned it off, but no new sounds appeared. Slowly, with a care that was really unnecessary, she turned the knob and slipped quietly out into the hallway. The sounds had started again and were more pronounced now, and she had no difficulty telling that they were coming from the direction of the living room. Her mind was still numbed from the deep sleep she had awakened from and she had trouble focusing her mind on what she should do. A low animal-like grunt told her the obvious: Jack had a woman in the living room.

Holding her breath, she moved up the hallway and stood immobile to the side of the threshold to the living room. "Mmmmmm," the sound lolled out from a woman's mouth, and then another deeper grunt followed in almost rapid succession. "Ohhhhh, God, yes, yesssss," Jack's voice breathed low and impassioned.

Allie stood stock still, indecisive as to whether she should leave or stay. Was Jack drawing her into this? She hadn't wanted to see them do what they were doing to each other, but now she had been dragged from her bed to involuntarily witness it.

"Jack, your cock gets bigger and bigger every time I touch it," Kaleen's voice murmured. "And it tastes so good, round and hard in my mouth. I want to suck it and suck it and suck it."

Allie recoiled in abject repulsion, her breath catching in her throat. Had she heard correctly? She had known people did such things, Mr. Jones had forced her to perform it, but she had always pushed the disgusting thought from her mind as something too low to even think about.

"Now hold it in your hand, baby," she heard Jack's voice say, low and moaning. "Jerk it with your fingers, yeah, oh yeah, that's good."

Suddenly, Allie heard Kaleen's voice let out a tart laugh that slowly turned into a kind of gurgle. God, what was she doing now, her mind raced?

"Tell me you want me to suck it, tell me again," she heard Kaleen tease.

"I said suck it, fuck it with your mouth," Jack's voice became more insistent. "Ooooooh, mmmmm, yes, lick it with your tongue. Swirl your tongue around it like you always do."

"Mmmmmmgh," the wet lapping-sucking sounds started low and then became more and more violent.

"Now raise your ass up," she heard Jack's voice command in the viciousness of passion. "Let me feel that sweet little cunt of yours, let me fuck you with my fingers ... Oh baby, loosen your lips and let me slide my prick in farther, I want to push it down your throat," he blurted out. 

Allie bent back, her legs feeling slack, but her mind startlingly alert to the sounds of lust that continued unceasingly. 

"When I cum I want you to drink it, do you hear, suck it and drink it."

Allie felt a dizziness float over her, as though she was drunk, but she wasn't any longer. She wanted to leave, yet she remained pinned to the wall as though she had been bolted there. Weird lewd images floated through her mind, almost as echoes of what she had imagined as she had fallen asleep a few hours earlier, but now it was actually happening. Jack was putting his cock inside Kaleen's full-lipped mouth and she must be moving her lips up and down on the hotly throbbing head of her son's prick, sucking on it, the words blazed in flaming print across her consciousness. 

She had to leave, there was no question of staying here any longer, but she could not move. She stood limply, her long hair cascading over the front of her transparent nightgown and suffered with the image of that long thick cock plunging into the young girl's wetly oval mouth, her long hair tumbling over his tanned lean-muscled stomach, his balls cradled in her hotly kneading hands.

"I'm going to cum, honey, stop, st-st-stop, before I cummmmm!"

Then the moistly sucking sound ceased, and there was a smack of lips and another short groan before momentary silence. 

"I've been neglected," came the short curt remark from Kaleen's lips. Then she purred: "My little pussy needs some attention too. Do you want to suck my cunt?"

"Yes! Oh yes!"

"Then here it is. Isn't it lovely? It feels good from when you touched it, but I want you to lick it."

"I'll put my tongue down like this ... how is this; I'll suck your clit first."

"Yes, lick ... suck my little clit, Oh, Oh, God, you can fuck me with your tongue, God, you lick ... your tongue feels gorgeous," the girl crooned, and then her words ran off into further babbling obscenities.

Allie's heart pounded like a jack-hammer until she was certain they could hear it across the room. She pressed one hand tightly to her breast as though to dull the sound. But it didn't stop; it lurched on accompanying the soft rhythmic sucking of this little girl's lips on Jack's cock. Oh Lord, it was awful! She was hypnotized by the lewd wet sound of lips on flesh, and she gradually found herself losing control of her consciousness. It was almost as though her whole being was palpitating in unison with the couple; and she was moving off away from her own body and watching horrified as she lurched into the first warm, trembling of arousal that began seething around deep in her groin.

"Oh, my darling ... oh, God, lick faster, stick your tongue up my pussy ... G-God, it feels so GGoooooooodddd."

Then there was a slight stirring and a rustle from the couch. The first few words Jack emitted were unintelligible, but then he said in a sibilant whisper: "Baby, let's fuck. I want to fuck ... you ... right now ... I want my cock in your hot pussy."

"Say it again," Kaleen mewled. "S-say you want to fuck me ... say it and make my cunt jump!"

"I-I, I'm going to fuck you. That's it, open your legs wide, here, I'm coming in. Oooooo."

"Yes, oh you feel so Big, it feels so goddam good, Jack. Fuck, oh fuck me, fuck, fuck, fuck it, fuck my cunt like you never fucked it before."

Allie could feel the perspiration flowing freely on her body now beneath the softly falling folds of the white nightgown. Down below she could feel her own hotly throbbing cunt softly tingling, and she pressed her pelvis out against the wall and began rubbing it against the cool wallpaper. But the feeling was not stopped. Nothing was clear to her, she understood nothing-she could not stop that warmly quivering sensation, and she felt in one flicker of coherent thought that she would do it! She had talked of satisfying herself, but god! Never like this, while they were doing these vile things to each other only a few feet away.

As though in a dream, her own hands began to involuntarily massage the tensely straining whiteness of her breasts, trapping the warmly trembling nipples beneath her fingers and kneading and pulling them until it felt as though she would rip them loose from the white quivering mounds. Her left hand began to slide slowly along her perspiring body, down the flat plane of her curving sides and across her stomach to rest on the thinly throbbing strands of her pubic hair. 

God, it felt good! She began to rub back and forth, and up and down over the silky material. She could feel her own moistly throbbing vaginal slit palpitating excitedly against the tips of her fingers, and she worked them harder, learning new methods of bringing her own personal pleasure with each flick. She could feel the wetness trickle warmly down the insides of her thighs, flowing freely from her inflamed pussy-and she moved her forefinger below the silky nightgown, then lifted up the hem of the material in her hands and held it clasped against the hallway wall as she touched her now nakedly exposed cunt directly with her middle finger.

The moaning from within the living room was almost incoherent now as Jack and Kaleen thrashed hotly together on the couch in wild throes of pleasure. Fucking, that was what they were doing, the salacious thought rippled through her head, and as they did it, she finger-fucked herself. She rubbed her hand against the thinly hair-lined lips of her open cunt, knowing that it was wrong, almost beyond being wrong, but patently evil in her own world of puritan values. But she moved her feet farther apart on the floor and pressed her fingers harder, her middle finger pressing teasingly into the moist open slit, and she could feel her vaginal passage expanding; her finger was a cock, she thought, not Tom's now, but Jack's, and she was doing what they had talked about this evening. The obscene thought struck her that perhaps they knew what she was up to, and she experienced the dreadful urge to run into the living room and throw herself onto the embraced bodies a few yards beyond her and fuck with them. But she didn't.

The fire burned more intensely, demanding more to feed its lewd hunger. She inserted another finger up inside her vagina and began squirming her buttocks back and forth down over them as though they were the wild plunging of Jack's warmly throbbing prick. The squeak of the springs on the couch became more violent, and she thrust her fingers more desperately into the moistness of her vagina in time to the maddening rhythm of the couple fucking in the next room. She thought that, No, this was horrible, she should stop, again floated through her consciousness, but she stroked her working fingers even harder into her moistly flowering pussy.




Misbehavin' Ch. 02



"Yes, oh yes!" Kaleen panted. "Every bit of it, lover ... I want you to jam your cock all the way in me. Clear up to my throat!"

Allie could see Jack's huge thickly glistening cock ramming its way into Kaleen's hotly sucking cunt, sinking through the softly waving pubic hair like a greased telephone pole. Her hands became that pole-and her gasps began to match that of the wildly fucking couple in the next room. She wanted everything that Kaleen was getting, she wanted to be fucked and fucked, and her belly filled to the bursting with hot male cum.

"Oh, oh, oh," came the hot, guttural grunting sounds building in flesh smacking momentum as they approached orgasm.

Caught up in the frenzy of the moment, Allie let herself slide down to her knees and leaned forward on the carpeted floor of the hallway. Now, her face pressed to the rug, she lifted up the nightgown so her entire body was exposed to the warm night air that wafted over her helplessly steaming cunt and ripped her with a new shudder of ecstasy. Her body was like an expanding balloon ready to burst, and the sponginess of the carpet below her was the hair on Jack's strong masculine chest. 

The wetly sluicing sound of "squish ... squish-squish," became clearly discernible to Allie as her hand thrust and ground around up in the slickly sucking flesh. Now she was arched up over the carpet, skewering her finger in through the moistly flowering lips of her cunt from behind while her white full tits hung down, the nipples brushing sensuously against the carpet as they swayed beneath her kneeling body. 

"Oh, your cock, your big beautiful cock!" she heard Kaleen cry out between heavily panting groans of ecstasy. "Fuck ... me ... good ... move your cock in me that way ... yes, God, Jack, you feel so goooood, ahhh ... in deeper, oh yes."

Electric tingles of pleasure raced through Allie's groin and into her rapidly palpitating pussy, as she imagined Jack grinding his smoothly gyrating buttocks like a human corkscrew between the widespread thighs of that little tart, Kaleen. But Allie was that tart, and her cunt was now Kaleen's cunt. Oh, it was too much! Her face turned crimson, her eyes clouded over with lust-tears, as her body raced towards an inward explosion that had lain smoldering and dormant for months, but now had been completely ignited like a time bomb.

"Like this ... is ... this ... what you mean ... fuck like ... thiiiiis!"

"Oh, oh, arrrrrgh," Kaleen groaned aloud, her throat convulsed in the final throes of building lust. "Fuck me harder, haaaaarder, Oh, I love you, I love the way you screw me. Oh god ... Screwwww meeeee!"

Allie heard the two scream in unison, and she buckled up, her knees pressed down firmly on the carpet, and her head somersault-like peering down between her legs as she finger-fucked herself faster and faster. Her whole body began vibrating spasmodically, and the transparent nightgown waved over her upper torso, inching up to the long streams of hair that spilled over her head and onto the carpet. Then, sudden quick white gushes of hot cum juices began sluicing from around her rummaging fingers, covering her hand and running onto the carpet below. It had begun slowly but now picked up its wanton momentum like a raging storm as the other two fucked into each other with mounting fury, their grunts and moans a lewd harmony of mews and unintelligible obscenities.

"Yes ... Oh, Jack ... cumming, I'm cummmminnng," Kaleen's voice rippled through the dark.

"Oh baby, oh honey, here I cum, too, Goddddddd, arrrrgh," his piercing scream reverberated through the room, followed by another, lower groan signaling that the fury of the couple's savage orgasm was matching her own.

In one final lurch, Allie arched up over the carpet, her fingers still rippling at the wetly flowing opening of her hungrily convulsing cunt. Then the feeling subsided. She stayed panting heavily on her hands and knees for awhile, her helplessly trembling buttocks still swaying back behind her in the air. She couldn't bring herself to withdraw her fingers from her still warmly throbbing cunt until the last dying jerks of orgasm had stilled her body. At last she heard the couple rise from the couch and, still breathing heavily, move into the kitchen at the opposite side of the apartment. Her fingers slithered wetly from her satiated vaginal lips and she drew herself up, holding her hands to the wall for a moment.

Then, her passion spent, reality came back to her with a sickening jolt. In a gesture of utter shame and humiliation at what she had done, she yanked her disordered nightie down over her sides and across her still erect nipples, almost tearing it. Then, in an almost drunken stagger, she made her way back to her room and pulled open the window. She stood trembling in front of the fresh night air for a long moment and then fell into bed. She lay awake for awhile, unable to gather her thoughts as a warm fall breeze blew through the bedroom window, billowing out the curtains and softly caressing her exhausted body as later, she fell into a deep, but troubled sleep.

***

Tom returned at the end of the month and had good news to share with Allie. He bought a bottle of champagne and flowers for a "celebration" he said. What could the surprise be she wondered? Her interest piqued. Jack had been spending a lot of time with Kaleen and was not to be home that night until late. 

"Perfect" Tom said, "We have the apartment to ourselves.

After the celebratory dinner, Tom opened the Champagne and began a toast, "To us, Allie, may we forever be lovers."

Allie blushed, the force of his words evoked images of love making, but she had come to expect that that was impossible. "What are you talking about Tom?" She asked confused.

"I got a hard-on last week, and I had two more since then honey. Isn't that great?"

"Oh. Tom! What are you saying? Do you mean you can function?" Her mind was swirling.

"That's exactly what I mean honey. Tonight we make love again... you and me."

They skipped the foreplay and went straight to work, Tom was energized, and set a blistering pace as he placed his truncated penis in her wet sex and began to thrust violently into her, his three inch penis barely penetrating her vaginal lips. Allie insisted he get on his back, and mounted him from above. He was extremely hard, this nub of an organ was rigid, and she began to thrash him mercilessly. 

"I'm... getting... close," he gasped in warning.

"Come, come for me!" Allie encouraged.

"Do you want me to come now?" He asked.

"Yes, yes, fill me with your come!" Allie returned, her hips pushing down on him even more rapidly. 

"Oh Jesus!" Tom moaned as his one remaining ball tightened. Suddenly he pushed in as deeply as he could go and his body convulsed. His sperm shot from the end of his still grotesquely disfigured penis, splattering on the welcoming lips of Allie's vagina.

Allie felt his penis throb and knew that he was covering her with his seed. Her legs tightened around his waist and she pressed her hips. She began to climax, but thoughts of Jack flashed in her mind, her orgasm faded. The two lovers froze as their bodies merged into one. 

Within a few seconds Allie collapsed onto Tom, his breathing still ragged. He found her lips and kissed her tenderly. "That was amazing!" he whispered.

"For me too," Allie sighed a white lie. His legs were still intertwined with hers and she could feel his sperm leaking from around their still pressed sex organs. They rose and showered and went to bed. Tom was effusive, Allie, less so, but it might get better, she thought, and it might.

***

Christmas season came and Tom announced a surprise for everyone, they were all going to Universal Studios in Orlando Florida for a week. Jack had invited Kaleen along and so the two couples departed for fun and sun in Florida. They had adjoining rooms and soon found the amenities too good to pass up, soaking up every ray of sun to be had. 

Kaleen had mentioned to Jack that his mother was "Hot."

Jack smiled and admitted that more than one of his buddies had said the same. He thought to himself how absolutely beautiful she looked lying there in her bikini, he wanted her still, he would, he thought, have her again some day.

That night as the foursome ate and drank and talked into the night, Jack became aware that everyone was becoming very intoxicated. He slowed his drinking without being noticed, his mind grasping at an opportunity presenting itself. He steeled his nerve and became cold and calculating-hopeful.

The four staggered toward their rooms humming a tune that had played during their exit from the night club, Tom carrying a bottle of wine to share back at the room. Everyone piled into Tom and Allie's room, spread out and flopped where they could. Tom opened the bottle and began to pour wine all around. Toast after toast was made for silly drunken reasons, but they all roared agreement as each tried to out-do the next. Kaleen passed out on the foot of the bed, face down and snoring. Tom lasted one last toast and then slumped into his chair fast asleep. Jack watched as his mother teetered on the verge of unconsciousness, hoping she was pliable enough for him to coax her into his room. He rose and opened the door, Allie watched and asked him if he was quitting. 

"No. I just don't think we can all fit on that bed mom."

"Well help me with your dad and I'll help you with Kaleen."

"Deal." He said.

His father was a large, well muscled man and was not easily moved from his chair to the bed. Jack was searching for a way to get his mother in his bed when Kaleen rose up on all fours and began to wretch, covering the bed with vomit. 

"Shit." Said Allie.

Perfect, thought Jack.

"Well that does it, I'm going to the other room." Allie announces and staggers through the doorway, falling on the bed.

Jack follows, closes the door, locks it, and then climbs onto the bed and begins to strip, turning to his mother, he begins stripping her of her clothing; she resisted slightly but made no real attempt to stop him. Above her Jack sensed the loss of his mother's last remaining ounce of resistance, and clamping his wet mouth over hers he began a slow rocking motion between her wide-spread thighs. 

The agony sent tiny explosions of pain inside her, searing at the soft sensitivity of her pussy, as his motion widened the tightly clasping passage with each short stroke. Allie groaned in hopeless defeat beneath his weight ... a defeat and resignation which was, in fact, a total surrender. He was killing her softly; she wanted to die ... and in her desperation, she tried to help him kill her. She began punching her pelvis up against his long hard shaft, feeling it going deeper, even deeper up into her ... and she screamed with each powerful thrust she made upward.

Gradually, though, something was changing inside her. In place of the ugly pain, lewd flames of masochistic desire began coursing through her veins, and she no longer had a shred of will to fight it. In spite of her repugnance and horror she began responding sexually and eagerly to her son who lay between her long, open thighs. His wetly skewering cock moved ever upward into her unresisting cunt, and her whole body began to twist and writhe beneath him, as faint mewls of servile acceptance and animalistic passion slipped from her tongue. Her mouth toiled at his as her tongue wetly answered his savage thrusts, her neck straining and nostrils flaring, a light sweat popping out all over her body.

She felt Jack slip his hands down over the naked curves of her hips and slide them beneath the wildly thrashing moons of her rounded buttocks, cupping them harshly with each hand as he began to thrust with greater frenzy. He jerked Allie harder to his loins and she pulled her trembling thighs back a little more, the moistly hot slot of her tormented pussy spreading open to receive his heatedly pulsing cock to greater and greater depths beyond the soft silk blonde of her wispy pubic hair.

The maddening pain had passed now, and her legs on either side of his impaling shaft of flesh were jerking and quivering in an abandon she had never felt before, and which she could not now control. The shamelessly aroused wife and mother closed her eyes, letting her tongue slaver loosely up into her son's mouth, low hums of wondrous pleasure rumbling from deep within her throat. There was no longer a single thought in her mind other than the delicious sensation of lying beneath this man who was fucking her against her will; and she willingly strained to give as much pleasure to him as he was giving her.

Jack slaved above his mother's form; now he moved with longer, smoother strokes that drew his cock nearly out of her tautly clasping vagina, and then plunging forward again until his heavy testicles smacked against the nakedly exposed crevice of her anus. She was hopelessly impaled, she thought helplessly, and the thought raised even greater erotic sensation in her wide-spread loins. Then he brought his hand around to where his long hard cock was sliding smoothly in and out of her wetly clasping pussy, and Allie felt him begin to fondle the soft hair-lined lips of her cunt, milking at his rampaging cock. He continued to play there until softer groans of passion formed in Allie's throat and escaped her. Her ever-widening vagina seemed to gape with longing and it greedily swallowed the whole of his powerfully thrusting shaft, wanting it to plunge to her very core.

Suddenly, he was quickening his strokes, hot and pulsating deep and the blissful torment caused her to wantonly thrash beneath him as though she were the most eager whore from off the streets. She felt him pushing against her so hard that the plane of her crotch was wide open to the brutal pounding of his loins as he rammed his lust-thickened manhood into her.

"Aaaah Ooooh Aaah!" she began to chant beneath him, in the throes of a wild insane passion. Again then, he quickened his stroke, grunting and groaning, grinding hard and deep, his cock a deep magenta with passion as it bored hard up into the hidden recesses of the young mother's womb. She was nothing but a mass of exquisitely moist softness beneath him and he knew that the end was coming soon for both of them.

Allie was only vaguely aware of Jack's hands running over her like searing licking tongues of hot flame, of his soft, thick lips, of the friction of his hard body as he squirmed and wriggled over her. 

This was something beyond belief ... something wonderful that she had not dared to experience ... indeed she had but never dreamed such passion possible. And to think that she had been denying herself this ... denying Jack this ... for so long! A subconscious understanding of just what her husband might do if he knew came to her just as she began to shriek, "Oh fuck me ... Fuck me harder ... Harder... Harder!" She panted and writhed and heard his wailing breath over her. His thick heated cock was a huge, unrelenting thing, raging and hurtling into her secret being, making her tingle from the tips of her toes to the top of her head. She gasped, her breath catching in her throat. And then, almost unbelieving, she heard her own words of fulfillment, "Oh god I'm cumming ... Immm cummming!" She jerked and bucked up against him, feeling his massively pulsating cock grow impossibly huge inside her ... and then ... begin to pump hot thick sperm far into the softness of her wantonly quivering belly, his juices mingling with hers as he moaned like a lost soul with the power of his orgasm.

Allie's legs jumped convulsively against him, splaying out obscenely on either side of his heaving body, and her heart pounded in her chest as though it would burst. She at last knew what it was like in heaven ... nothing in the world could be more intense than the ecstasy she was experiencing with Jack. She lay beneath him, motionless now after countless seconds of glorious expansion, of feeling her body bursting with light and warmth, with golden jewels of fulfillment. Her body had been bruised and satiated ... she had been brought to heights of desire that she had never known existed, and now she felt a sudden forgotten wave of shame and humiliation return to her, flooding her stunned mind, reminding her of who she was and where she was, and of the thick savagery of the her son's still pulsating penis where it lay buried deep inside her quivering flooded vagina.

A sob slipped from her chest. There was only one word for it. She had been "fucked", and "fucked" good ... and in her distressed and uncertain way, she had no way of knowing what she felt most ... shame ... or joy.

***

The trip to Florida had been enjoyed by all, and now the return trip back into the wintry weather back home, weighed heavily on each of them, but none so much as Allie. She knew now that her future would include her son, as her lover and her child, but how would they proceed, could they be friends and lovers, mother and child? She knew that it had to be a secret love, no one would understand-could understand them. 

As Tom unloaded the bags from the cab, Allie pulled Jack aside and confessed her love and desire for him. He smiled at his mother, his lover and said, "Mom I love you!"

"I love you too." She said with conviction, giving him a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"Hey you two, how 'bout some help?" Tom said, as he rounded the corner.

The two lovers giggled and together joined the parade of bags and baggage into the apartment. 



Misbehavin' Ch. 03



The days had become weeks, then months, and now Allie and Jack, her son, had become comfortable as lovers. Tom, her husband couldn't satisfy her with his wounded penis, oh, he could get it up, but it was only three inches long and very ugly to look at. Allie shuddered when she thought of it, so she pushed it from her mind, and her love life. She had found her son was only too happy to become her lover. She needed it badly, even more now that it had become such a perverse act; her desire just seemed to grow.

Now Jack and Allie made every opportunity into a sexual excursion, like today they were going to the beach. Allie backed the car out and followed his instructions. It was a bright, hot day, and the beach was crowded, but Jack directed her down a side road to a deserted point. She pulled to a stop and stared at him questioningly. He was all business now.

"Got a blanket? No? Guess this hit you unexpected, huh? Well, I'm always willing to help Mom here take my shirt to sit on. Take your dress off, do it nice and slow, now, give me a good show so I can get ready for you. Though I don't need much," he said, looking down at his pants and seeing the hard bulge. He sat back against a sand dune, legs widespread and motioned her to him. 

Allie knelt in front of him and, hand shaking, unzipped his pants. His massive pecker sprang out, already engorged. She moaned slightly and reached for it, but he pushed her hand away.

"No, strip for me, Mom, let's see you first," he pleaded, circling his prick with his thumb and forefinger. "Make it good and hard, and I'll fuck you! If you do a good job, well..." he shrugged. 

Allie put her hands behind her neck and unzipped her dress, trying to remember how the stripper she had seen in Vegas did it. She moved her hips slightly to an imagined bump and grind routine and slowly let the dress fall to the ground. She was still in her white bathing suit, and she revolved slowly in front of him, thrusting out her pelvis, bending so he could see the swell of her breasts. She unhooked the top of the suit in back and let one breast fall free, still holding it to her other boob, teasing him. She gathered the material in her hands and pressed it to her chest, rubbing her tits with it, then let it fall to the ground, revealing the full swell of her tits. She cupped her hands under her breasts and let her fingers trail over the creamy surface, pinching the nipples until they stood erect.

"Oh, yeah, that's good. Rub them, honey," Jack gasped, hypnotized by the action of her hands. He rubbed his prick slowly, savoring the strip tease. "The pants. Take off the pants. Let me see your cunt."

Allie smiled. She felt in control now as she excited her son. It was obvious he wanted her badly now, and she proposed to make him frantic with lust before she let him enter her. She turned her back to him and bent over, pulling the white bikini pants off her full ass, revealing the twin moons of her buttocks to his view. She ran her hand over the cheeks of her ass, parting the crack, showing a brief glimpse of her puckered asshole, bending over so he could see the shadow of her cunt from behind. She straightened and turned again, facing him, hooking her thumbs in the top of her pants and inching them down, revealing a few reddish curls. She looked him full in the eyes, licking her full lips with her wet tongue.

"Like it, Jack? Want to see more of my cunt?" she asked softly.

"Yeah. Show me your twat, Mom. Take off the pants and show it to me!" Jack grunted. He had pulled off his jeans now, and he sat before her naked, his cock jerking with excitement.

Allie slowly slid the panties off, revealing her luxuriant pubic bush, and stepped out of them. She stood before him nude, her hands covering her bush, smiling at him lewdly. She was unbearably excited. She could feel the moisture trickling from her overheated cunt. She walked in front of him, moving her hands and spreading her legs so he could gaze at her. One hand held apart the fleshy lips of her cunt. She was only inches away from him now, and her female odor reached his nostrils. They twitched at the enticing smell, and he grabbed upward, bringing her cunt against his mouth, inhaling the musky odor, lapping fiercely at the dripping cunt.

"Oh—yes...suck it," she squealed, her knees buckling. She slumped onto him, her twat mashing into his face. 

He licked up and down, his nose bumping against her clitoris, sending waves of pleasure through her. 

"Eat me out, darling, eat my cunt!" she moaned, squatting over him. Her body writhed as it sought the satisfaction denied since yesterday, her hips twisting and undulating on his tongue, her cunt dripping pussy nectar down his willing throat. And Jack complied, doing his best to swallow the flood of juice, slurping valiantly at the demanding cunt, sticking his tongue into her hole and twirling around, nibbling at the nub of her clitoris. She came quickly, convulsing wildly, gushing into his mouth. She fell on the sand beside him.

"Oh, that was fantastic. You're a great cunt lapper," she babbled, not quite believing she had finally found the release she had craved so violently.

"Turn over," Jack said roughly. He was extremely aroused—her strip tease had almost made him shoot and he had controlled himself with difficulty as he ate her cunt. He wanted something else—something he had promised himself to have someday. He wanted to plunge his pecker into the steaming depths of her ass! He turned her over and spread her cheeks, staring enraptured at the puckered rose of her asshole. "Oh baby, this is going to be great!" he muttered, bending down and licking the crack of her ass. It tasted salty, not at all unpleasant. His tongue found the tiny hole and bored in, licking the tight dry walls, lubricating them for his entrance. 

"Wha—what are you doing?" Allie hissed. "Not there. In my cunt. Do it in my cunt." 

"Hell no, baby. I'm going to cornhole you," Jack answered, spitting in one hand and greasing his pole. "Just relax."

"No—no." Allie struggled to no avail. She was pinned firmly under his weight, her head pressed into the sand. Her ass stuck up in the air, the cheeks already spread by his hand. Unbelieving she had felt his tongue rim her, feeling like a hot rasp. She knew it was going to hurt terribly. His finger had hurt before when he stuck it there! She knew his massive pecker would rip her in two! "Please don't, not there," she moaned, twisting her hips away from him.

"Hold still, damn it, Mom," Jack muttered through clenched teeth. "Or it will hurt you, Goddamn it! I said hold still!" He punctuated his words with a sharp slap on her posterior and Allie subsided. She held herself tensely; terrified of the pain she knew would rip through her. Jack positioned his penis at the entrance-way to her bowels and pressed gently. The head slipped halfway in, stretching the membranes and causing her to moan feebly and squirm in pain. 

"Hold still!" he repeated, taking a firm grip on her and pushing forward. The head of his prick slipped inside the distended hole, opening the ring of sphincter muscles for entrance. Jack felt the tight ring of muscles clamp against his prick and he almost came on the spot from the exciting pressure. He gritted his teeth and shoved mightily. His dick thrust into the virgin asshole, tearing the membranes with a burst. He slumped against her, his cock buried in her asshole, his balls crushed against her ass, and rested a moment, soaking in the dark warmth. It was a lot hotter and tighter than any cunt he'd ever been in, and dry too! He moved slightly, then pulled out a ways and began pumping into her.

Allie stayed perfectly still. The pain was unbearable. She could feel the entire length of his cock inside her bowels like a red hot poker. Her whole ass was on fire, she could feel the battered muscles contorting with pain as he pumped steadily into her. He's killing me, she thought. She groaned loudly as pain lanced through her bowels, making her feel violently sick. I deserve it—this is my punishment—I deserve to be treated like this, her mind chanted to her.

"Move it!" Jack snapped suddenly. "You know how. Move your ass up and down, baby, so I can get all the way in you!" He slid one hand beneath her and groped for her sticky cunt, thrusting his finger into her, in and out, in and out. His finger kept perfect time with his cock and Allie was surprised to find the pain receding as the pleasure radiated from her cunt. Suddenly, she wanted him to fuck her ass. The feelings his cock evoked were exciting beyond belief! She moved her hips tentatively at first, then boldly, pushing his prong into her depths.

"That's it! Shake your ass!" Jack cried exultantly as the movement transmitted to his pecker. Her ass muscles were sucking at him now, pulling him deeply into her hot dry shithole, squeezing the head of his dick until he felt his balls would burst. His balls smashed against her ass with each stroke, squishing in the moisture that dripped from her excited twat.

"Oooo, yes, fuck my ass! Shit, baby, ram it home and ream me out!" Allie cried, bucking her ass up and down, then whirling it in circles, screwing herself onto his pole. "Cram me full of cock. Give it to me! Harder! Fuck me harder! Stick your hand in my cunt, give it to me!" 

Jack smiled grimly and continued to thrust strongly into the bouncing ass. "I knew you'd like it!" he crowed. "You love it, don't ya? You love me fucking your ass! Yeah, move it! Clench your muscles. Use your ass to make me cum. Move it good, so good, hot mother," he cried. He could feel his cum burning in the pit of his stomach and he clutched at the slippery flesh of her posterior with trembling fingers, one hand still buried deep in her twat. He could tell she was cumming, too—the juices spurting over his hand and drenched his balls.

"Yeah, I'm going to cum in your fucking ass!" he cried.

Allie tensed at his words. She wanted to feel the hot flow of semen flood her battered asshole. She moved wildly under him, her tits bouncing, her cunt gripping his hand. She felt her ass suck at his pounding cock. She squeezed her muscles and felt the rigid flesh of his prick swell and grow hotter as he gave one last heave and wedged himself firmly in her ass. 

His balls tightened and burst, sending spurt after spurt of hot semen into the dark recesses of her bowels, spattering the dry walls of her bunghole with thick white cream. She shuddered beneath him, her orgasm overtaking her at the same moment, her cunt convulsing and gushing onto his digging hand. She could feel his pecker still spitting inside her ass, softening now and slipping out. Her ass muscles grabbed at it futilely, trying to keep it inside her, but it slipped out and the boy rolled sideways onto his back.

Allie stayed on her hands and knees, her ass stuck in the air, gobs of sperm dripping from her asshole and running down the backs of her legs. She was too weak to move. Her ravaged rear throbbed dully, but her cunt was satisfied for a time. But she still wanted something in there, something good and hard in her twat. She thought suddenly of her husband, poor man, he couldn't satisfy her any longer, not the way she needed to be satisfied. Her mind returned to the present and Jack. She wondered how it would feel to be screwed in the front and back at the same time. As she realized what she was thinking, she moaned. One isn't enough for you? You're damn lucky you got this, she told herself, quelling her perverted thought. This is bad enough— fucking your son. And now thinking about that! You're evil, wicked!

"You okay?" Jack asked rolling over and looking at her. 

She hadn't moved. He hoped that he hadn't hurt her—he had smashed into her awfully hard. "Hey—say something."

Allie shivered as his hand stroked her ass. She rolled over and faced him, saying in a small voice, "Do you think you could get hard again and screw me in my cunt?" 

Jack stared at her, his mouth open. Here he had thought he had ruptured her ass and she wanted more! He grinned admiringly.

"Sure, Mom, anything you want!" He laughed in relief. "You'll have to suck it to a stand though. I can't get it up alone." He laughed again with all the assurance of a youth who knew he had years of fucking before him. He felt like he could screw her all day and night and never get tired. Although Jack was not real experienced, she was far and away the best piece of tail he'd had in his young life.

Allie scrambled to him, wincing as her still painful ass touched the ground. She knelt before him and lifted his limp prick with one hand. "While I blow you, why don't you tell me about some of the other women you're screwing," Allie asked, knowing the recollections would hurry his erection. And besides, she had a perverse desire to hear of his sexual encounters. She had never imagined a man so young would be so experienced. She shuddered at the thought of her lust for her son, and continued hastily. "Tell me about the first time...with me. Tell me all about your girl friends," she urged hotly. "I'll suck you off while you tell me, and then you can fuck my cunt!"

"Well," Jack began slowly. "I've never had a chick until you—that's for sure. You're really special! A great fuck Mom!" He ran his fingers through her hair possessively. 

"Tell me about your other girls," Allie urged, lowering her head to his groin and licking around the base of his penis. She cleaned his pole thoroughly, from the root to the tip, licking daintily along the whole surface. She was gratified to notice that it was swelling slightly, hardening under her tongue.

"Okay. I started playing with myself when I was about nine, but it was a while before I got to see a real cunt! I used to watch you undress at night through the keyhole and then jerk off afterward. I used to watch Shauna, the next door neighbor when she would pull her pants off, later, when she was older she rubbed her little titties until they stood straight up and pulled her cunt open and showed it to her friend. The other girl stripped, too. She was older than me, and her body was fully developed. She had big sized tits that swing when she walked and a real bush of hair on her twat! You better believe I was one horny kid, watching all that action! I started jerking off right there in the hallway—and you and Dad were both gone, so I didn't have to worry about anything. Anyhow, I stood there in the hallway, my eye glued to the window, my hand jerking at my pud! I watched those two girls compare tits and cunts, holding up each other's tits to feel the weight, running there fingers in and out of each other's cunts. Finally I realized they had stopped playing. They were kissing each other right on the mouth, mashing their breasts together, squishing their cunts together! I had never imagined girls doing that. I couldn't believe it! But it was great—wow, it was fucking fantastic! I was about to cum all over the door, just from watching those two chicks get it on! They went into a sixty-nine. I didn't know what it was called then—but it looked like great fun. They mouthed away at each other's twats, slurping up the juices. It was really far out watching that blonde head ramming into the dark cunt, and the other way, too." His voice trailed off in a stream of remembrance.

"Well, then what happened?" Allie asked impatiently, raising her head from his cock. It had gotten completely stiff during the telling of his story, and Allie chewed on the tip gently as she waited for him to continue. Her twat was steaming now, aroused by the picture of the two girls. She wanted to hear the end of the story!

"Oh, just keep sucking, Mom. I'll try to make it short so we can get down to business. Anyhow, I must've been puffing like a steam engine on the other side of the door, because Shauna raised her head from her friend's steaming crotch and listened. I couldn't stop, I was grunting with my cum. I was just about to shoot, and I couldn't move! I kept jacking off, hoping Shauna wouldn't come to the door, but I was helpless to stop! She got up and opened the door just as I blew my nuts! All over her!

She just stood there staring at me, my sperm splattering against her! I was really scared, man! I didn't know what to do! She laughed...and then took me by the hand and led me into the room.

'Look what I found!' she told her friend. 'Jack, all grown up!' She pulled my hand and gently led me to the bed.

"God!" her friend said. "How old is he? It's a big one." She reached out and grabbed my pecker. It was almost five inches, and she rolled it in her hand.

'Do you like to watch girls?' she asked gently.

"I stammered out something. I couldn't believe the whole thing. Anyhow, she took my little prick in her mouth and gave me my first sucking. It stood right up and she giggled as she asked Shauna if she thought I was ready to fuck! And Shauna looked at me as if she was sizing me up. She guided me toward the girl's hole, placing my legs, positioning me atop her friend. Once I was there I was petrified, I got so scared I jumped up and ran as fast as I could. I could hear them laughing all the way home." He laughed, remembering his wild excitement at the feel of being afraid of the two girls. 

Allie thrust down a surge of jealousy. She should be grateful for that girl, allowing her to be his first lover. Why, he was as experienced as a grown man and had the resilience of youth besides! His young prick stood at full attention now as she bobbed her head up and down on it. Her pussy was dripping wet with excitement, wanting to be filled. 

She raised her head and said hoarsely, "Fuck me, Jack...get on me and stick it in my cunt!" She lay back in the sand, opening her legs to welcome him.

Jack poised himself before her, kneeling between her out-spread thighs. He looked at her wet, glistening cunt and licked his lips, remembering the salty taste of her cum juice. He stroked his hand up and down the length of his pecker.

"Hurry up, I can't stand it," Allie moaned, raising her hips to him. Her whole body was a mass of trembling, quivering nerves. The sand rasped against her backside, which was still sore from the anal sex. She could feel every separate grain of sand digging into the bruised flesh, and she ground her hips masochistically into the rough surface, relishing every stab of pain. The sun beat down on her unprotected body. She could feel heat washing over her inside and out. She closed her eyes against the glare, rubbing her head back and forth in the coarse sand.

"You really want it, don't ya, Mom?" Jack grunted. "Tell me how much you want my prick in you." He rubbed the head teasingly over her distended cunt-lips, relishing her moan of excitement. He was unbearably excited himself, but he wanted to prolong the time before he plunged into her hot box as long as he could, until he couldn't stand it any more. A drop of pre-cum oozed from the head of his prick and slid over the engorged surface, glistening in the sun. 

"Tell me what you want. Tell me just how you like it," he repeated, his eyes running over her firm body that lay so abjectly before him.

"Oh, please, fuck my cunt, Jack! Stick your big hard dick into my pussy and screw me! God, how I want it! Poke me, ram me, please! Put it in my cunt and twist it around and screw me into the sand. Ohhhh, I can't stand it! I'll die from wanting you!" Allie cried wildly, her lewd words exciting her further.

Her hands crept up and massaged her tits, squeezing her nipples between her fingers until they almost popped. A thin sheen of sweat gleamed on the tanned surface of her body now, compounded of heat and lust. She arched her body up, presenting her cunt to Jack's fascinated gaze, and executing a series of slow bumps and grinds, simulating the sex act, urging him to bury himself in her twat, "Please...stick it in there." 




Misbehavin' Ch. 03



"What?" Jack asked innocently. He was enjoying himself. This was almost as good as the actual screwing—watching as his beautiful mother flaunts her pussy at him, begging him to enter her! "What do you want in your cunt, baby?" 

"Stick your finger in there...cram your goddamn hand in my pussy!" Allie almost screamed. "Get it all hot and juicy and then give me your cock!"

Jack grinned. It already looked pretty juicy to him, but he was willing to play around a little longer, until the urge to fuck drove everything else from his mind. He put two fingers stiffly together and jammed them into her steamy box, sinking through the hot flesh and churning around. "Is that good?" he asked, breathing heavily as he watched his fingers fuck her twat. He flicked the clitoris with his thumb and smiled at the tremor that went through her. Her skin rippled under its thin coating of sweat as she hunched frantically against his fingers. "How do you like that, baby? Do you like me finger-fucking your snatch?" Jack muttered to her.

Allie looked down past her breasts to the hairy mound of her cunt, watching his fingers dig in and out. Her hips moved furiously against the fucking hand as he drew it out. Her hips moved furiously against the fucking hand as she tried to get more of his hand inside her. She felt like her cunt was a mile wide and could take anything! She sucked her muscles around his fingers and bore down with all her strength. She couldn't believe the sensations that were flooding her with every stroke of his arm. She quivered and bucked with lustful tremors, her pussy gushing lubrication around his hand. 

"Put your whole hand in. Fuck me with your arm, cram it in there!" she cried.

Jack hesitated. He had never heard of putting a whole hand inside a woman's cunt. Surely it was way too big! He hooked his fingers inside and stretched the walls experimentally. They stretched around his probing digit accommodatingly. He shrugged. He was willing to try anything...and if she thought she could take it. Carefully he inserted another finger alongside the two already in her steamy hole. She moaned slightly, but didn't stop the tempo of her hips. He drew his hand out and bunched his little finger with the others and rammed it again into her.

"That good?" he breathed, watching her cunt stretch in fascination.

"Oooohhhh! Yes! Yes, darling, give it to me! Put your fist in my cunt! Fist-fuck me! I want it, God, I want it!"

Allie bucked against him. Her cunt was stretched to the limit now—crazily she wondered how far it would go before it ripped. She didn't care; she wanted him to put his whole fist inside her. The depravity of the action further stimulated her. She could see him between her legs, his four fingers stiffly extended, pumping in and out of her. She wanted to feel his hand—to clamp down on his wrist with her cunt! 

"Go on, please, your fist," she whimpered.

"Okay, Mom, you asked for it," Jack laughed. The novelty of the scene was getting to him, turning him on immeasurably. He doubled his thumb under his other fingers and thrust into her warm crotch, twisting his wrist as he drove in so that his entire fist slid through the muscles surrounding her vaginal canal. And he was in! He flexed his fingers carefully inside the tight passageway—the slick walls of her cunt vibrated beneath his fingertips and clutched wildly at his hand. 

"Feel it? I've got my fist in your cunt!" he whispered hoarsely. He pulled out slightly and began stroking her with quick jabs of his arm.

Allie had tensed as he sought entry to her hole, and forced herself to relax so he could get in. She hadn't really thought it possible—but it had happened—he was in her up to the wrist! She could feel each one of his fingers like it was a separate cock, probing and bunching at the entrance of her womb. With a loud cry, she arched her back and drove her hips at him, forcing his hand as far as it would go. She felt a frantic wave of orgasm come crashing around her. Her legs went limp, her body quaked as she pounded against his fist. She could feel every part of her body, in her ears a dull roaring drowned out the sound of her screaming, her eyes blurred and shards of color danced before them.

"I'm cummmmmiinnnggg!" she squealed. "All over your hand, oh God, I'm cumming! Help me! Stop! Stop! It's too much! I can't stand it!" 

As she shuddered through her orgasm, Jack withdrew his hand slowly...her cunt made a squishing noise as he pulled out. As folds slipped together and returned to normal size he stared at his hand again in amazement. It was unreal that he had had his fist inside that tiny hole. He looked down at his prick. It was standing straight up and pulsing furiously—he could see the blood flowing in the enlarged veins that stood out all over the surface. He brought his cock to the still dripping hole and pressed in gently, feeling the puffy flesh give under his pressure.

"Ready for it now, baby?" he murmured. "Ready for some fucking? I'm going to really give it to ya. I know you can take it now," he promised.

Allie shivered as the smooth head of his cock probed her cunt. She had been really turned on by the fist fuck. The novelty and the wildness of it had made her cum violently, but there was nothing like the feel of a hard cock cleaving her opening! She smiled lasciviously at him and opened her legs even wider, giving him a perfect target.

"Yeah, I'm ready!" she answered, matching his tone. "Give it to me—hard and fast, lover! Fuck me like I was meant to be fucked. Ram it into my cunt! I'm waiting for you. My pussy's begging for it. Give it to me!" She drew in her breath and held it as he stirred in her outer chambers, then let out in a whoosh as he plunged suddenly into her depths. Her flesh parted easily under his thrust, but closed around his prick with the tenacity of rubber, enclosing him in a vise of sticky flesh. 

"God! It's still tight!" he grunted wonderingly as he felt the action of her muscles. He had thought his fist might have stretched her beyond repair, but her resilient cunt snapped back into action like a spring. He fucked in and out of her cuntal hole, feeling his balls squish against her ass with each stroke.

Her legs were wrapped around his back and he suddenly raised them around his neck, pulling her almost straight up against his prick. Her arms were tight around his neck, too. He held her bent double against him as he drove into her.

Allie could hardly move in this position, but that didn't matter as his prick hit new depths plumbing her canal to the bottom. He thrust into her like a pile driver, in mighty lunges. With every blow of his prong Allie shuddered violently, her cunt clutching at his smooth rod. She could feel him all the way in her stomach. It felt like he was fucking her guts! She tightened her legs and arms around his neck and shook and shuddered under his pumping penis, feeling her orgasm begin to sweep her in a series of undulating waves, each one higher than the one before. She was being buffeted by a sea of lust. Her body rolled with the waves and surfaced, then rolled off again in a crashing peak.

"O-uh-uh-uh! Fuck me! I'm cumming! Oh...God, I'm cumming again! Harder...don't stop...fuck me! Give it to me! Cum in me-I want your cum-Please...I'm cumming again, fuck me!" she screamed, not knowing or caring what she said or did.

Jack grit his teeth and hung onto the convulsing body beneath him, never ceasing his relentless plunges into her spasmodic flesh. He knew she was gripped in a series of multiple orgasms. He could feel her cunt clasping and unclasping on his prick as she flopped like a fish impaled on a spear. He loved fucking her—he loved the fantastic action of her active pussy on his cock, the smooth movement of her hips beneath his changing to the jerks of orgasm.

"Get ready...I'm cumming," he warned. "Hold on. Now! Feel it! Jesus! I'm cumming, Mom!" he screamed at her, forcing himself fully into her, grinding and twisting his prick into her cunt. It swelled even larger and grew even more sensitive. He could feel every tremor of her cunt through the nerves in the head. He twisted and turned into her cunt, and then he was spurting. A flood of semen burst from the head of his cock, shooting from his balls through his prick to splatter into Allie's twat, filling her canal with hot semen.

"Aaaggghhh!!" Allie squealed as the hot column of sperm flooded her sensitive cunt. She could feel it gushing into her, burning hot on the walls of her cunt, filling her to overflowing, running out of her slot and down her thighs. She hadn't thought there was that much sperm in the world, she thought crazily as Jack pumped weakly against her, flinging out his last drops of semen. Her cunt sucked hungrily at his softening prick, milking his balls for every ounce of cum. 

She shuddered against him a final time as the last of her orgasm fluttered through her. Her legs slid down his back and she lay back flat on the ground, her eyes closed, and a beatific smile on her face. Jack slumped beside her, his head on his arms. He was exhausted—the last two fucks had really taken it out of him. He laughed weakly, glancing at her sperm-coated thighs, realizing how much it had taken out of him!

"Goddamn great fucking," Jack muttered. "You really know how to ball. You're the best lover I've ever had, no shit, Mom!" He meant every word. He had been with some horny chicks after his start with his mother-but never had he had a grown woman at the peak of her desires! He shook his head. No wonder they always said an older woman was the best lay! He wondered how the hell a guy her age, like his Dad, before he was wounded, could keep up with her. He was wearing out, and he was only eighteen! A very experienced and mature eighteen, but still a young boy with supposedly endless sexual prowess, he sighed. He knew he could bring her off again and again...with his tongue, his hands and his cock, but he didn't want to wear himself out completely! 

He figured she would come back for more if he kept her on the verge of satisfaction, without quite getting her there. Hell, she could probably take on an army and come back for more! He felt the thrill of pride in his insatiable mistress. He was proud of her raging appetite as well as her luscious body. If he had realized that it was he who had unlocked her lust and brought forth her insatiable appetite, he would have been prouder still. But he didn't know that she had been a frigid woman, frozen by her wounded husband and inept lover. He had come along at exactly the right time and opened a new world to her.

Allie lay flat on the sand, her body glowing with the warmth that only comes from being well-fucked. She reached for Jack's hand and held it. Whatever happened, whatever she did because of her new emotions, she would always be grateful to him for showing her how it felt to be a woman. She had found sexual release and satisfaction now. It remained for her to learn to control her desires.

For a woman her age, at the height of her sexual potential, to suddenly come from the cavern of frigidity into the white hot light of sensuality was a little too extreme—her mind had to catch up to her body. She knew that she wanted sex constantly now. She had been deprived too long, and her body was making up for lost time. She smiled at her young lover, studying him covertly, reveling in the sleek beauty of his firm bronze limbs, wishing he were hard again and could fuck her some more.

She needed to be fucked steadily for a week, she thought to herself, smiling. If my husband could see me now, she mused. Perhaps if her husband had taken the time to indoctrinate her into sex, to lead her along until she was ready for this. She shook her head violently. There was no use mourning the past and what might have been! She was here, now, she was lucky enough to have been awakened before it was too late, and she meant to make the most of her awakening. She would do everything she could to satisfy her appetite and to develop her incestuous desires for her son! Because she knew that he was now her salvation, her lover. 

In the beginning, she was afraid of incest to the fibers of her being. She had to get completely fucked out before she realized that Jack was the man she needed to replace her husband's inability to satisfy her cravings. She needed more fucking. 

As if he read her mind, Jack turned to her. "You're a fantastic Mom," he murmured. "Really far out. I just had a great idea. You might like it. Well, I have a friend who lives right down the beach. He's a little older than me, and I hang out there once in a while. What say we buzz over and take a shower and rest a while? This sun's hot as shit!" He grinned at her engagingly, watching her reaction. He wanted to show her off to Brad. Brad really dug older chicks. He was always bragging about the ones he'd had and how they could fuck circles around teenyboppers. Maybe they could all get it on. Jack would love to see Brad's face when he walked in with his fantastic Mom.

They could smoke a little—relax. Who knows what might happen then? He shivered slightly as a picture flitted through his mind, Allie blowing him and taking Brad in her cunt at the same time. 

"Well, if you're sure he won't mind us busting in like this," Allie said warily. She didn't know if she wanted to meet another guy or not. Maybe he'd laugh at her for being over thirty!

Her doubt must have shown on her face because Jack laughed and stroked her hair. "He'll love you. Really! Any guy would. You're a really beautiful Mom! Come on and get dressed. Wipe off some of the cum if you can—aw shit! We need a towel to get all this! I must have cum a bucketful!"

Laughing, the two dressed their sticky bodies in their sandy clothes and piled in the car, Allie driving. "Where to?"

"Just go out the way we came in and turn left. He lives about a mile down," Jack said. He leaned back in the seat, letting the wind ruffle his long hair. He gazed appreciatively at his mistress. She looked even more beautiful with her red hair tangled and full of sand and her cheeks flushed with sun and loving that she had before. He leaned back, admiring the pretty picture she made as she laughed happily at him. 

"I don't even remember how we got here," she giggled. "I was so hot for you I couldn't see straight!" She looked at him fondly, her heart full of satisfaction and her mind filled with plans.

***

Brad opened the door to his shack and stared out foggily. He was stoned out of his mind and he didn't recognize the woman who stood in his door, looking at him uncertainly. He stared at her, his eyes going over her tanned body in the skimpy white bikini, her disheveled hair, her flushed face. He didn't know who she was but he liked what he saw! He narrowed his eyes and looked her over again, his eyes dwelling on her full breasts and the tender curve of her waist flaring into rounded hips, the white strip of cloth only emphasizing the mound of her pubis.

"Wow," he breathed. "I must be really fucked up. You gotta be a vision. Goddamn, I wish all my hallucinations were like this!"

"She's real, man!" Jack crowed from behind her. Brad focused his eyes and saw his friend. He hadn't noticed him before. He had been too wrapped up in Allie's charms.

"Hey, Jack! Jesus. I thought I was tripping or something! What a fucking beautiful chick. What's her name?" He stood back motioning them inside.

"Allie," Allie murmured. She was slightly embarrassed. She knew she was a mess, and the slender boy was staring at her like he wanted to eat her alive! She looked at him out of the corner of her eye. He was taller than Jack, but much more slender, with long straight dark hair curling wildly around his head and over his shoulders. He was burned very dark by the sun, and he was only wearing a pair of faded cut-offs that did nothing to hide the bulge at his crotch. He saw where she was staring and laughed unselfconsciously. "Well-come in, Barbie, babe. You, too, Jack!" He took her arm and led her into his dark two-room shack. "Sit down. Want a beer? Coke? To drink that is!" He laughed, showing white teeth in his tanned face.

Allie looked around warily. She had never been in any place like this before. As her eyes adjusted to the dark, she could see that one end of the room was covered with pillows. This was apparently bed and couch. A candle glimmered faintly on the shelf, providing the only illumination, and a strange smell floated on the air. The room was thick with smoke, and Allie peered through it, making out a few brightly colored posters on the walls. An old refrigerator stood in one corner with a hot plate beside it, and a curtained door led to the other room.

"I need a shower, Brad," Jack said. "Want to join me, Allie?" Allie looked at him, realizing it was the first time he'd called her by her name. She blushed vividly, glad that the dark hid her burning cheeks. She was embarrassed at his calm assumption that she'd take a shower with him. It pointed out the relationship between them. She looked at Brad to see how he was taking it. He didn't seem perturbed at all. He padded to the refrigerator and took out a beer. Probably used to guys coming over with their-chicks, she told herself, wondering briefly how many girls Jack had brought here. But it doesn't matter, I'm here now! She smiled brazenly at both boys. 

"Sure," she answered easily.

Jack sighed in relief. He'd been afraid she would freeze on him for a minute. But she was smiling widely at him, picking her way through the dark to his side.

"Should be a towel in there," Brad said noncommittally, plopping onto the cushions and balancing his beer beside him. "I'll roll a couple of J's for us. Don't take all day in there."

Allie watched in fascination as he extracted a plastic baggie from behind the cushions and began to tap some of the contents onto a piece of paper. "Damn shit's fulla seeds," Brad grumbled, intent on his task. 

"Come on, honey, you heard the man! Let's hurry," Jack said, giving her a friendly whack on the buttocks. They went through the curtained door into a tiny bathroom. A limp towel hung on a nail. Allie looked at the room in horror. There was a puddle of water on the floor, and the towel was obviously far from fresh. But she stepped into the shower, shedding her clammy swim suit, determined not to make any disparaging remarks. You asked for it, she told herself grimly. As the lukewarm water hit her body, she relaxed, sighing. She realized that she would put up with this and much more to feel Jack's dick inside her. When you have great sex, the outer trappings are unimportant. 

"Is there any soap?" she asked timidly, adjusting the spray.

"Should be some up here," Jack replied, stepping into the tiny cubicle and reaching onto the window ledge. "Here you go. You wash me and I'll do you." He handed her the bar of soap.

Allie took it in her wet hands, rubbing it, and building up lather. She started on his chest, swirling the soap over his firm muscles. They were pressed close together in the small shower, the water pouring over their heads. Her nipples brushed against his chest as she soaped him, and shivered as hot points of fire radiated through her body. She felt something pushing firmly into her belly and glanced down. His prick was rising, jamming into her stomach. She grinned up at him and ran her hands over his flat stomach, feeling him suck in his breath sharply at her touch. Teasingly, she slid her hands lower, lathering under his balls and along the length of his shaft, slipping her hands between his legs and running her finger in the crack of his ass. He was breathing heavily now, his prick standing at rigid attention at the touch of her hands.

"Oh, Mom, you're beautiful," he whispered, nuzzling at her damp face. She raised her mouth to his and they exchanged a passionate kiss, tongues meshing, the water pouring over their heads. She lifted herself on tiptoe and pressed into him, mashing her breasts against his slippery chest, grinding her pelvis against his erection. His hands cupped under her ass-cheeks, bringing her against him, his fingers probing her twat from behind. His fingers played with her puffy cunt-lips, sliding into her groove and inflaming her passion.




Misbehavin' Ch. 03



"Yes, darling," she hissed into his mouth. "Oh, God, it's so good...I love it." She kissed him fiercely, drinking in his breath, grinding her lips against his. His hand was between their bodies, sliding over her breasts, rubbing her stomach, dipping lower and feeling inside her slippery cunt, tweaking the tender flesh until she thought she'd scream. The water beat against her sensitive flesh. It seemed like a thousand hands were probing her body, demanding admittance. She spread her legs wide and braced herself against the shower wall.

"Take me, Jack. Fuck me, here," she gasped, lust flooding her. Gone was any embarrassment, any uncertainty about the situation. Her flesh wanted his cock and that was enough.

Jack backed her against the tiles, pushing against the wall. He fitted the cheeks of her ass into his hands and lifted her against him, his prick sliding into her canal as if it were greased. And it was. Her pussy was pouring forth copious lubrication. She was ready for him. She felt his pecker slide into her little by little, until she was completely impaled on the hot pole. Jack smiled at her and she returned the smile, tightening her muscles around his cock to show him how much she loved it.

"That's it, baby, all the way in," Jack wheezed, pulling her firmly against him. He braced her against the tiles and began fucking in and out with long slow strokes. The water felt cool now in comparison to their burning bodies. Allie's skin was hot to the touch, and inside her cunt Jack's pecker felt like it was burning off, encased in the fiery vise of her pussy. It was slick and wet inside with the consistency of soft butter, except when she clenched her muscles. 

He drove into her, grunting beneath his breath. "Uh-uh-uh...fuck me, baby. Use that cunt! It's like a fucking hand on my cock. Oh Jesus...good hot fucking mama." 

Allie rode his prick, sliding back and forth. Her backside banged against the wall with every stroke. Her breasts shook under the force of his strokes, and the water pouring over them made it seem like a dream—a beautiful dream of endless fucking! She rotated her hips on his plunging shaft, rubbing her clit against his pubic bush. The scratchy sensation on that sensitive organ was driving her fast to orgasm. Another minute— she bounded against him, mashing her cunt against him, screwing herself up and down his pole.

"I'm going to cum, baby," Jack warned. "Hold tight. Fuck me good, Mom, show me how you can shake that ass!" He pumped into her violently, and she felt the familiar tremor in his shaft that preceded orgasm. She rubbed violently against him, forcing herself to hurry. He'd be cumming any minute, and she had to make it.

"Oh, don't stop! Just a little more," she pleaded, feeling her orgasm fluttering in the pit of her stomach, flinging tendrils of heat along her nerves.

"I'll try," Jack grunted, his hands squeezed her buttocks mercilessly. His finger found the entrance to her back end and plunged in, stabbing her asshole. He felt her spasm against him and thankfully let go. He pounded into her, his ass moving in quick short jabs, and then he burst inside her, his jism rushing up the long tube of his cock and gushing into her as she came in a flood of pussy juice.

"Ohhhh..." she groaned as his semen hit her, soothing her battered insides. She felt like she could fuck for hours, it was so good! He slipped out of her and they slumped against the wall of the shower, grinning at each other weakly.

"Hot stuff!" he said teasingly, flicking her nipples. "Can't even take a shower without turning on! You're really sexy, Mom. I don't know what I'm going to do with you!" 

He took the soap from her hands. Somehow, she had held it throughout their fierce bout! "Now hold still while I wash you. And try to control yourself!" He laughed at her and began soaping her breasts.

"Yes, sir," she answered happily. She closed her eyes.

"Hey you guys! Hurry it up," Brad called. "Don't fuck all day. Save it for a while!" 

Jack and Allie smiled at each other. "Don't worry, Brad, she can fuck all day and then some!" Jack answered. Allie blushed, and then giggled at her young lover. I don't care she thought fiercely. I don't care what people think or what happens—I'm just going to have fun!

"Well, you heard the man!" she told Jack, repeating his earlier words teasingly. "Let's hurry and see what he's up to."

"As if I didn't know," Jack grumbled, turning off the shower. "Oh, well, cast aside. Here, Mom, dry yourself on this if you can!" He handed her the towel gingerly, grinning widely.

"Hey, Brad! Don't you have another towel in this dump?"

Brad appeared through the curtain and threw Jack a red cloth. "Use the bedspread. I need to get some more towels. I used to have some, but they're gone now." He grinned comically, lounging in the doorway. "God the floor's sopping wet. You must have fucked up a storm in here!" He looked at Allie, his eyes taking in all of her damp body. "Wow, you're really a beautiful chick," he said sincerely.

Allie was embarrassed in spite of herself. She wasn't used to this completely matter-of-fact acceptance of sex. She was determined to brazen it out, to act as if this were an everyday occurrence for her. She smiled at Brad, reaching up and fluffing her wet hair with her fingers, knowing that the movement of her arms brought her breasts into full globes. Her nipples were still erect from her recent lovemaking, and they stuck out of her brownish aureoles. 

"Thank you, Brad," she answered demurely. "Glad you approve," She brought the towel between her legs and rubbed back and forth against her damp snatch, watching his face.

"Jesus! I can't stand it!" Brad said, watching her admiringly. "Where did you find her? No, don't tell me, I'd rather guess. She's gotta be some kind of food for the gods!" He kissed her fingers extravagantly. 

"Don't mind Brad. He's crazy," Jack offered. He threw the red bedspread into a damp corner and turned to his mistress. "Wanna beer or something? I'm thirsty as shit!"

"Sure," Allie replied, tossing her towel on top of his and stepping out of the shower stark naked. "Lead me to it!" She walked through the door, her breasts bobbling, brushing casually against the boy lounging in the doorway. As she entered the other room, she looked back at the two guys. "Well? Don't keep a Mom waiting! She said.

"You heard the lady!" both boys said together, looking at each other and bursting into laughter. Jack went over to Allie and threw an arm around her waist, leading her to the pile of cushions and pulling her down. They fell in a heap, giggling, arms and legs entwined. Brad dropped beside them and lay back, rummaging around until he found the cigarette that he had rolled earlier. He struck a match and lit it, drawing the smoke deep into his lungs and passing the joint to Allie.

"I don't smoke," she said, reclining against Jack and wondering what was going to happen now. She was a little peeved. She had expected both men to fall on her when they hit the cushions, and Brad had just lain back and lit a cigarette! She wondered when they'd get down to business.

"Go on, honey, take a drag. It's grass. You won't believe how it is to fuck on grass," Jack told her.

Allie shrugged. Why not, she thought. I've done everything else. I may as well try this too. She took the stick gingerly between thumb and forefinger and brought it to her lips, drawing the smoke into her lungs. She coughed violently, her eyes watering.

"Hold the smoke," Brad said, patting her on the back. "Just a couple of drags'll do it. This is dynamite weed."

Allie gamely drew some more smoke into her lungs and held her breath until she thought her ears would burst, and then let it out. She was surprised to see only a small puff of smoke issue from her mouth. She looked at Brad for approval.

"Far out," he said nodding. "You and Jack share that one, I'm fucked up already." He was lying back in the nest of cushions, one hand lazily stroking his penis. Allie stared at him. Somehow, he had removed his cut-offs and was as nude as she and Jack. She watched him fixedly, mesmerized by the action of his hand on his cock. Everything seemed slowed down, heightened. She took another drag from the joint Jack offered, never taking her eyes off Brad's penis. It's longer than Jack's, and thinner, she thought dreamily. And his balls are huge. 

Suddenly she heard her voice saying. "You've got a beautiful cock, Brad, I'd like to suck it. I'd love to taste your dick!" She was surprised. It didn't sound like her voice at all. 

"Sure, baby," Brad said lazily. "Come here. Are you feeling good now?"

"Oh yes...soooo goood...I want to blow you. It'll taste so good," Allie murmured, crawling towards him. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity she reached him, sliding beside him, and her face inches away from his cock. She lapped at it, swirling her tongue through his coarse bush of hair, nuzzling at the base of his cock. She made little mewling sounds as she licked around his cock, sliding her tongue up one side and down the other, licking under the head, sticking the tip of her tongue in the hole. She sucked gently on the tip, drawing his pre-cum fluids into her mouth, slobbering all over the head of his prick, drawing it into her mouth, sucking, sucking, her mouth slid lower, drawing his long thin prick into the wet cavern of her mouth until it hit the back of her throat, then relaxing her muscles and taking it in full length, down to the balls. 

She choked a little, but continued sucking, her cheeks caving in with the pressure, exerting an even pressure on the whole shaft.

"Jesus! What a chick. She's taking the whole thing," Brad groaned, twining his fingers in her hair and smashing her face against him. Her nose was buried in his hair and she snuffled ass he fought for breath, but the incredible pressure did not stop. 

"God! She's like a fucking vacuum!" 

"Yeah," Jack agreed. He was watching his Mom blow his friend, noting the way her head bobbed up and down as she took it all in, watching her lips gripping firmly on the shaft. 

"It's in her throat, Brad. Jeez! Look at her go!" Jack slid nearer to get a better view, sliding his hand between Allie's legs as he did. "She's dripping wet already!" he cried. "Shit. I think I'm going to eat me some pussy," he mumbled, probing at Allie's slit. She was kneeling in front of Brad, busy with his cock, and didn't notice as Jack slid his head between her legs from behind. 

He cupped his hand over her ass and pulled her dripping twat into his face, inhaling the odor of excited pussy. She jumped as his tongue snaked into her, then hunched violently into his face, mashing herself into his mouth. She was bobbing her head up and down on Brad's prick now, using her lips and teeth as a ridge, exerting maximum pressure. Brad pumped up into her mouth. He could see Jack's hands grasping her ass as his friend lapped her pussy. 

"Yeah, eat her out, Jack," he called. "Sit on his face, honey, and suck me good. Goddamn, that's some action...far out! Fantastic! Suck me, sugar...milk my balls. Squeeze my balls, baby. Yeah, man! That's it!" He watched his pecker sink into her mouth, feeling the rasp of her tongue. "The head, suck the head harder, baby. Yeah! Get it on!"

Jack slurped up Allie's juices, running his tongue up and down her slot, nibbling at her clitoris, sucking the whole vulva into his mouth with smacking noises. She seemed to be coming constantly, pouring a flood of sticky fluid down his throat, trembling under his hands. His prick was erect again, pulsing between his legs, but he was too intent on eating her cum to bother about it now.

Allie sucked at Brad's dick like a candy stick. Spittle ran out of her mouth, dripping down his shaft and matting in his pubic hair. She felt like she'd been eating him for hours. Her tongue knew every ridge of his prick by heart and titillated the most sensitive areas knowingly. She was in a continuous flow of orgasm, unbearably excited by Jack's tongue in her twat and Brad's cock in her mouth. She wanted him to cum. She wanted to taste his thick sperm. She sucked harder, digging her finger under him to probe his asshole, grinding her cunt into Jack's face. His lips had clamped onto her clit now, and he was thrumming it with his tongue, sending incredible flashes of pleasure through her. She shook in the grasp of endless orgasm.

It was going on forever. Time stood still as the three bodies writhed on the cushions, pleasuring each other with hand and tongue. Jack thrust a finger up her asshole and massaged her there, his other hand joining his tongue in her cunt, two fingers sliding into her distended hole. She bucked against his hand, sending his fingers up the slick canal, her cunt spasmodic and gushing. She slid her hand under Brad's ass and rammed her forefinger into his asshole, massaging his prostate, while her thumb probed at the sensitive spot at the base of his prick. She felt his balls lift and harden in their wrinkled sac and knew that he was near orgasm. She held her mouth steady and he fucked upwards into it, using it like a cunt. 

"Hold on, baby. That's it! Jesus! I'm going to shoot! Here it comes! Drink my cum, baby, Ahhhh! Uh-Uh-Uh-Shit! Here it comes!" Brad yelled, twisting his hips, screwing his pecker into her mouth. 

At the last moment she felt his prick jerk and swell against her teeth, then it was jerking wildly, spewing a fountain of cum down her throat. She swallowed greedily, drinking in every bit of the gooey stuff, gargling it around her mouth, feeling the texture with teeth and tongue. As she raised her head, smiling mistily and licking her lips, Jack pulled his head from under her cunt and positioned himself behind her. Brad lay back on the bed, his prick relaxed against his leg. A few last droplets of jism oozed from the head of the penis, and Allie dipped her head and lapped them off, cleaning him carefully.

"Mmmm," she murmured to him. "Tastes good, lover, I love the taste of cum!" She grinned at him loosely, showing her teeth and tongue which had given him such pleasure.

"Yeah. You're one fantastic little cock-sucker, for sure," Brad replied fondly, running his hands over her face and hair, touching her lips, inserting the tip of his finger between them.

She licked his finger, running her tongue over it as if it were a cock.

"Hey, Brad," Jack grunted. "Hold her for me. I'm going in the back door." He was kneeling behind Allie, his prick in his hand, spreading her cheeks with the other. He stuck one finger up her asshole and Allie wiggled against it, looking back over her shoulder and smiling encouragingly. 

"Hey, man, she digs cornholing, too? Brad asked, watching. He knew that not many women were really turned on by sodomy, and he was eager to see one who really enjoyed it.

"This chick digs every fucking thing you can do to her, don't ya baby? Jack grinned. He screwed his finger in and out of her anal passage and Allie moaned and ground against him. 

"Oh, yes, yes—anything you want. Fuck me anywhere, any way. Just stick your beautiful cock in me," she babbled. She was really turned on. Her pussy was running continuously from the constant stimulation. Her head spun. She had never imagined sex could be like this, one experience after another, one wrenching cum after cum from tortured insides. And she didn't want to stop—ever! 

"Just ram it in dry, honey...don't bother to spit on it. Just give it to me!" She shuddered, anticipating the delicious pain. Her eyes were fixed on Brad now, watching his reactions. She wanted to see his face while his friend cornholed her. His watching made it even more exciting. 

"Play with my tits, Brad honey," she asked. "Rub'em good while Jack fucks my ass!"

Brad obligingly slid down and grasped her hanging tits in both hands, squeezing the nipples between his fingers, feeling the weight of them in his palms.

"Beautiful tits," he whispered, his breath mingling with hers. "I could really go for you big, honey. You're a far out chick." He bent down and kissed her open lips, lashing his tongue into her mouth, sucking her breath with his. 

Allie kissed him back noisily, slurping his saliva greedily. As Jack fitted the head of his cock in the tiny hole of her bowels, she pushed out like she was shitting, opening herself to him. He tensed his muscles and with one mighty shove, ripped into her dry ass, tearing aside the tender membranes. She screamed silently into Brad's mouth, his lips muffling her cry of pain. He pulled at her tits fiercely, mauling the sensitive flesh unmercifully, and pulled his head from hers, looking up to see Jack enter her ass.

"Far fucking out," he breathed, seeing her flesh crumple under Jack's attack. "Get in there, Jack, give the lady a ride!"

"I am, man, I am!" Jack grunted between thrusts. "It's hot as shit in here. My Goddamn cock's burning off! Whooee! Fuck my rod!" He clutched her sweaty ass for support and pounded into her, cleaving her ripe buttocks with powerful strokes.

Allie was moving her ass lustily against him now, her pain forgotten and swept away by an intense flood of lust. She ground her hips in circles, screwing herself up and down the flailing pole that flashed in and out of her chute. "Faster!" she cried. "Harder! Fuck me harder! I wanna feel it in my guts...yes, yes, that's it! I'm full of your cock. It's so fucking big! It's splitting me in two!" 

She braced herself on hands and knees, giving herself totally to the feeling of being fucked in the ass by his youthful prick. She was a mass of nerve endings...the air seemed to burn her skin. She could vaguely hear a sloshing sound as Jack pounded into her, and her twat lubricated furiously. She wished something was in there too. She wanted to be fucked everywhere. Allie looked into Brad's face, a few inches from hers. He was intent on the lascivious sight of Jack fucking her rear, and his hands were pressing and massaging her hanging tits. She glanced down at his penis. It was half hard again, but not hard enough to penetrate her. She groaned in frustration.

"Brad," she whispered. "Put something in my cunt. I've gotta have something in there! It's so fucking empty!" Her voice rose to a whine. "Please, fuck my pussy. It's so ready for it."

Brad ran his hand down her stomach, over her sopping bush and whistled between his teeth. "I'll say. You're wet as a river!" He looked at his cock and shook his head slightly. It wasn't quite ready yet, and she needed it now. She squirmed against his hand pleadingly and he glanced around the room. His wandering gaze lit on a long slender-necked wine bottle. "Wait a minute, honey. I've got it," he muttered, grabbing the bottle in one hand. It was a little dusty and he rubbed it off on the pillows, shining it. 

"Just the thing! This'll send you off!" he promised.

"Stick your fist in her," Jack wheezed, slowing his strokes as he watched this by-play. "She can take your whole goddamn fist!" As he saw his friend take up the bottle, a slow grin spread over his features. He steadied himself against her ass.

Allie watched in partial fear. She wasn't sure how the inanimate glass bottle would feel inside her. "Be careful. It might break," she warned.

"Don't worry, sugar. Brad'd never hurt that cunt," Brad replied. He was getting excited at the thought of sinking the bottle into her warm flesh now. He slid under her sideways, bottle in hand. "Open up. Here comes!" He located her pussy entrance with his finger and fitted the lip of the bottle into her. The bottle was shaped like a flask. It bellied out from a thin neck into a round bottom. The end slipped in easily, and he teased her clitoris with his fingers to make her relax.

"Oooo! It's cold!" Allie squealed. She had never felt anything like this before. She was slightly ashamed that she was so excited at being fucked with a bottle. Because she was excited, the perversity only added to her lust. Her cunt hungrily sucked at the bottle, drawing it in. It slipped easily for a ways, and then stopped as the bottle grew too thick.




Misbehavin'



Jack hadn't forgotten the sight of his mother sucking the school principal's dick, then, he remembered the hurt and rage, and his fire was rekindled. Then suddenly, Jack, very agitated, stripped Allie of her skirt, manhandling her back onto the floor and he then moved down beside her, and began caressing her breasts, and then stroking her abdomen and her thighs, finally stroking between her legs. 

Allie was at first scared at this rough treatment from her son, shocked, and then resisting, "No, Jack, Stop." She said, but the heat had been built to uncontrollable levels by Mr. Jones, she needed release, her body began responding to his caresses. 

He continued roughly stroking her, now her inner thighs to her cunt, her body jerking when she felt his touch there, whimpering now as his fingers took possession of her cunt, invading the moist lips. She turned her head away when he tried to kiss her, refusing to surrender her lips. However, he continued his expert stroking of her breasts and the now moist red lips of her cunt, Allie, gasping as he found her clitoris, caressing her until she was groaning. He was steadily overcoming her resistance and her obvious intention of not responding to him. 

"Mom, I want you. I need you. I'll treat you like you deserve to be treated."

Allie remained quiet, except to resist his rough treatment. He continued his caresses, his stroking of her body, gradually pushing her legs and thighs open more, her cunt pulling open, Allie was trembling, whimpering now, her body flushed as she was responding to him against her will. Soon it was clear that she was helpless, her legs spreading fully to his pressure against her thighs. She finally surrendered, her arms falling to her sides. The picture that she was presenting was incredibly erotic, her firm breasts, her legs and thighs spread, her wet cunt opening, compliant now, moaning as he stroked her. 

Jack felt her surrender, relishing her helplessness now, as he prepared to mount her. He lifted her legs and thighs, as he rose up, mounting her and directing his cock against the wet swollen lips of his mother's cunt. She could see as he moved his cock up and down the lips of her cunt, moistening the large purple head of his cock. Then he positioned his cock at her entrance and began to push with a steady pressure as Allie's whimpers changing to groaning as she felt herself beginning to stretch to accommodate his entrance into her defenseless cunt. 

He continued the relentless pressure, stretching her more till finally, with a hoarse cry from Allie, the head of his cock entered her. Slowly he began to push further into her, and her cunt stretched tightly around his cock, Jack moving in and out with short strokes, wetting his cock as he continued to penetrate her deeper with each stroke, Allie, wide eyed and moaning with this invasion. Then finally, with one last thrust, he impaled her on his cock. Then Allie cried out and her body began jerking, and her lovely legs clamped over his thighs as her trembling body erupted in a powerful orgasm, which took her completely by surprise, she had never been treated so rough, and by her own son, she worried that she had come during the violent treatment.

Gradually Allie relaxed, and at that point Jack began a slow deep thrusting into her, his cock shiny with her juices, pulling back each time till the head of his cock was at the entrance of her cunt. He took a long time with her, but finally he began to increase the speed of his thrusts, Allie jerking with each thrust as now her body began to respond. She was flushed, trembling and groaning, as Jack moved her closer and closer to another climax. Finally, with a shrill cry, her orgasm was upon her-crying out again and again as her legs clamped over his thighs, her body jerking, her arms gripping his back. At that moment, Jack's own climax began, groaning, he erupted into her, gripping her ass as he fully impaled her, spurting into his mother's belly, draining his cock into her.

***

They both laid in a mutual sexual haze, arms and legs intertwined, as their energy returned slowly. Guilt washed over Allie as she lay there, conflicted by having climaxed to her son's manipulations. Jack was not so perplexed, he had finally had sex, great sex, and with his mom! She was easily the most beautiful woman he knew and giving his virginity to her was the single most wonderful event in his life.

"Jack." Allie spoke awkwardly, "What happened just now?" Not believing that it could be love, she was concerned that she had been raped by her own son.

"Mom, I've loved you forever." Jack admitted.

"I love you too, Jack, but we shouldn't have done this."

"I know, but everyone at school makes fun of me for being a virgin, and I just couldn't take it anymore."

Allie saw the source of his trouble making immediately, "You were a virgin? You have never had sex before?"

"Well I have masturbated, but I've never had sex with a girl before."

"Oh, son." She cried, "You poor baby, Mom loves you so much, but you shouldn't have forced me the way you did."

"Is this, what has caused all the problems at school?"

"I guess so." Jack says tentatively.

"Then I have a solution to our problem." Allie says confidently, patting him on the head, "Get up and shower, then go to bed, we have a big day tomorrow."

Jack did as he was told; as he walked to the bath room he turned to his mother and said, "Mom, you were wonderful."

Allie blushed, smiling at her son, not confident enough in her own emotions to reply.

***

Allie explained her plan to Jack over breakfast the next morning. Jack smiled at how devious his mom could be. If the plan worked Mr. Jones wouldn't bother Allie or Jack ever again.

Allie called Mr. Jones and, as planned, began to plead for leniency for Jack. Just as surely, Mr. Jones made an offer to come by and once again "discuss" the issue at her home. "Fine," she had said, "we'll see you at eight."

Allie had taken the time to dress in a conservative, motherly outfit that made her look like she was attending a PTA meeting. Jack prepared his part of the subterfuge, and awaited Mr. Jones' arrival.

A knock at the door, nervous glances shared between Jack and his mother, a tense moment, and then she opened the door. 

"Come in." Allie invited Mr. Jones into the living room. 

Jack is sitting, patiently awaiting the cue from his mother. Mr. Jones notices his calm manner, but dismisses it just as quickly. 

"Have you come to your senses Jack?" Mr. Jones asks as he takes his seat. 

"I think so, mom and I talked about it, and I think I understand what I need to do to regain your trust in me." Jack said a little too rehearsed for Allie's taste. Mr. Jones didn't notice his eyes were for Jack's mother.

"Well, maybe we can work something out." Mr. Jones says with a smile and a wink toward Allie.

Taking the cue, Allie says to Jack, "Son, why don't you go to your room so we can talk."

Jack, on cue, rises and says, "Ok, I'll be in my room listening to music."

Within seconds he is in his room, turning music on just loud enough to obscure any noise he might make. Jack then waits for a few moments, then picks up his camcorder and moves silently down the hall way, hugging the shadows, and peers into the living room to see Mr. Jones moving close to his mother. Jack raises the video camera and begins to record the actions of his mother and the principal.

Allie pulled Mr. Jones to the couch and stripped him bare and teased him as she too unclothed herself in a very sensual manner.

She gripped his long, burgeoning cock tightly between her hands, pulling on it slightly between both of her palms as she adjusted it below her face. She dipped her head and her warm pink tongue darted forward, flicking lightly over the thin, semen-seeping opening.

"Ooooooh," he groaned and thrust his loins involuntarily upward as the warm moistness of her wetly glistening lips closed like hot melted butter down over the sensitively throbbing head of his cock.

He reached down and tangled his hands tightly in her hair to guide the rhythm of her already slowly bobbing head. The thin rod of flesh with the massive head was sinking deep into her mouth now, crushing through her softly moistening lips into the wet saliva at the back of her throat. Mr. Jones groaned and undulated his pelvis, forcing the throbbing hardness upward and inward again until she set up a steady rocking motion, never quite letting it withdraw but leaving the hot swollen head lodged a half an inch or so up inside the warm wet mouth.

"Yeeeees!" he grunted as her lips tightened around his hardness and her tongue began to swirl heatedly around the warm moistness of the rubbery blood-inflated head. Allie's tongue, with nerve-tingling licks on the outstroke, was making the head throb and jerk as though his heart itself were beating inside it. He bent his head forward and watched through widely bulging eyes, one of his hands tangling tighter into her bobbing head, and the other fondling her sensuously swaying breasts. 

He made a hard thrust forward and almost his entire prick disappeared until only a little stretch of it showed white and glistening, protruding from between her rapidly working lips. Her cheeks hollowed on the outstroke and expanded obscenely on the in-stroke. He withdrew and the thin elastic rim of her lips pulled out grotesquely, clinging to the flesh of his warmly tingling cock as though held there by invisible fingers. Her breasts jerked and danced below her lewdly pumping torso, one of them lifting and falling in his hand and adding to the lust-inciting picture.

"Lick it right under the ridge," he said hoarsely while he watched her. "Oooooooh, that feels so goddamn good."

"Do you like it when I play with your balls at the same time?" she breathed hotly around his cock.

"Oh, God yes! Milk your fingers over the skin. Do that too!"

He sighed deeply and his head sunk back in the pillow as she massaged the soft resilient skin of his testicles gently with one hand and stroked the base of his cock between the thumb and forefinger of her other hand as she continued to suck rhythmically up and down. She increased the speed and he could feel the silky softness of her tongue twirling faster and faster around his saliva soaked hardness at the apex of the withdrawal, the stroke of her tongue ending in a magic flick across the tiny opening of the glands at the end. He flexed his buttocks, thrusting his hips back and forth and then arched his back up off the bed to grind his wildly bobbing loins hard up against her face.

Allie could feel his throbbing reaction beginning inside his balls and began to suck his cock a little harder, increasing the pressure of her mouth, the tips of her teeth digging gently into the hard resisting flesh, leaving thin white trails where they had scraped the blood beneath the surface of the skin. She reached under his buttocks and cupped them in her palms, pulling his loins up tighter to her face. She could hear his breath quicken and her passion began to build and build in reaction. Then something surprised her, she imagined she was sucking on her own son's cock, Jack's cock.

"Fuck me ... I want you to fuck me and cum up inside me," she suddenly mumbled around his smoothly plunging instrument, struggling to get the words out and at the same time continuing the lewd twirling of her tongue around the moist blood-inflated head.

"Yes, I've got to fuck you. Fuck the shit out of you," he muttered.

She felt his tangling fingers pull her by the hair until her lips withdrew with an obscene suction-like sound from his nearly bursting cock head. His hands moved to her shoulders and twisted her body harshly until she fell on her back on the couch. Mr. Jones rolled himself full length on top of her and she twisted and squirmed, smashing her hips against the wet hard cock pressing against her wildly rocking belly. 

"Oh, you've got such a big hard cock," she whimpered uncontrollably as he drew his hand up tight against the warmly swelling moistness of her cunt, searching for the tight elastic little opening.

"And you've ... God, you've got such a sweet pussy," he worked at her hotly quivering vaginal lips now, slowly and expertly parting the thinly curling pubic hairs and insinuating his fingers, hurting slightly at first so that she gasped and bit down on her lips to stem the pain.

"Oh, it's going to feel so goooood! Hurry! Fuck me now! Noooooow!" she whimpered through contorted lips, flailing her head from side to side on the spongy, sweat soaked material of the couch.

She shuddered expectantly as his hands pushed her thighs further apart still, stretching her cunt until it lay before him in a flat exposed plain. Her legs snaked out on either side of his body and her calves locked against the backs of his legs. He grasped his hard aching cock in his hands and then Allie felt the lips around her softly quivering cunt slowly stretching open. The elastic rimmed tightness resisted for a moment, then gave way before the hard cruel pressure.

"Ooooooh," she groaned as it slithered deep inside her belly.

Mr. Jones shoved again slowly forward, and then suddenly he could stand it no more, and he rammed into her with everything he had, sinking the lust-inflated cock all the way to the deepest recesses of her warmly accepting young belly. He could feel the soft, sperm-filled sac of his balls slap tightly against her jerking buttocks and her legs kicked out in the air from the relentless onward pressure. But she responded like a creature from his wildest dreams, digging her heels into the couch and grinding her wetly clasping cunt back up his smoothly skewering shaft, begging for more of the cruel treatment. 

He could hardly contain himself as her grunts of pleasure resounded through the thick sex filled air. He set up a quick rhythmic fucking motion, further incited by the flat smack of naked flesh on naked flesh as his belly smacked heavily against hers with each lust-heated stroke. It seemed impossible, but it was true: he was ramming that hard thick cock up into the warmly quivering confines of this mother's cunt and she was loving every minute of it ... God, she was a wild woman when it came to fucking ... he had never had anything like this before and it took the utmost of his self-control to hold off from coming instantly into the softly squeezing walls of her cunt.

"Oh, Ooooooh, Arhgh," she groaned as it pushed with greater force through the hotly pulsating passage. "Oh, fill me Mr. Jones, fiiiiilll meeee," the sounds came incoherently around the swabbing tongue sunk deep in her throat. 

The thought of Jack watching, of his clandestine perch while recording the action thrilled her immensely, Jack was watching her, his mother, get royally fucked.

Mr. Jones dropped his body heavily down on her, smashing the full ripe tits tightly against his heaving chest. He reached back grabbing her ankles and pushing them brutally back over her shoulders, until she was rolled up into a tight round ball of helplessness beneath him. His shoulders pushing against the backs of her full rounded calves kept her locked in that vulnerable position as he fucked heavily into her. 

Reaching beneath them, he forced his hands between the couch and the full white cheeks of her ass, kneading the warm soft flesh and pulling the gently rotating cheeks further apart. He could feel the hot smooth walls of her tightly clasping cunt sucking hungrily at his aching cock, convulsing tightly around his rapidly plunging hardness. Goddamn it, I'm going to have to keep this woman, he thought. I'm not going to lose her, then, before he could begin another thought, he felt it begin for her.

"Aaaaaagh, I'm coming!" she screamed up into his mouth and her body tossed under him, slipping and churning in a furious spasm. Her mind now fixated on her son, his near rape of her the night before, the taboo of the entire situation drove her into a maddening climax.

"I'm coming. I'm coming too," he mumbled over and over to himself, speeding up the already furious rhythm of his strokes. He could feel the hot white cum building up inside his heated balls as they beat hard against her wildly gyrating upturned ass. But he couldn't let it stop! He was going to spurt his boiling semen into this woman's sweet little belly until she was filled to the bursting point with their dual mixture of hotly gushing cum juice ... and then, before he could complete the thought, he could feel it, the muscles of her cunt clasping voraciously around him and massaging his cock to a flooding hugeness that threatened to split her womb asunder. 

He could feel his breath becoming ragged and short, his cock jerking and stiffening even larger. He could sense the sensation of hot white cum spewing now out of the wildly jerking head and shooting up into her like liquid fire, ricocheting around inside her hotly convulsing vaginal walls like thick burning streams of molten lava. In a cascade of passion the lovers exploded into a mutual sexual haze, convulsing, slowing, and then, exhaustion.

***

Jack had been unable to resist the primal urges which welled up inside his young loins, he propped the camcorder against the wall as he took out his penis and stroked it to full erection. He wondered if his mom had given any thought to his watching them as they fucked on the couch. Try as he might he couldn't keep the viewfinder on his mom and jack-off at the same time, so he stood, penis erect, pointing forward as he recorded the event. Watching as his mom and Mr. Jones climaxed together; Jack turned off the camcorder and returned to his room. 

Allie saw Mr. Jones to the door, and made him promise to hold off any disciplinary actions against Jack.

"I'll see what I can do." Was all he said.

With a smile, Allie turned and went to take a much needed shower. As she stood under the warm spray of the shower head, she remembered her vivid imagery of Jack watching her fuck Mr. Jones, she didn't see him, she imagined him watching her and she felt a stirring between her thighs. Reaching down she placed a finger in the opening to her slit and brought herself to orgasm, but it was incomplete, the object of her desire was untouchable. Jack was untouchable, she shook the sordid thoughts from her head, turned the water off and stepped out of the shower and donned a robe.

Jack was already in the living room when Allie walked to the kitchen to pour a glass of wine. 

"Mom, I think we should review this to make sure it came out ok. We don't want to blackmail Mr. Jones with a blank tape." He said with a chuckle. 

She was disconcerted by this attempt at humor; he seems to have taken this well, she thought. "Be right there, Jack." She called out.

Allie moved to the couch and sat at the opposite end from her son, who sat there ready for the moment of truth. Jack pressed the 'play' button and the screen of the TV crackled and flickered to life, then, just as he had seen earlier, his mother and Mr. Jones began their sexual tryst on the living room couch.

"Oh god." Allie says with incredulity, raising her hands to her face to cover her eyes, but as she did so, she watched between her spread fingers. Allie chanced a glance toward Jack, he was riveted to the screen, enamored of the scene unfolding once again, before him. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" She asks him.

Jack was nonplussed, and turns dark red as he blushes. "Mom, I just think you are the best." He admits, finally, returning his attention to the TV screen.

She watched as he began to fondle himself again as he watched her in the arms of this other man, wondering just what he thinking while he did. Unable to restrain herself, she asks him, "Does it excite you to see me make love, Jack?"

Jack looked startled by the question, levels his gaze and states emphatically, "No! It makes me mad to see him abuse you mom."




Misbehavin'



Confused, Allie asks, "Why do you get so excited then?"

Softer now, Jack smiles and says, "Mom, I love watching you. You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."

To this remark Allie became flushed, her heart felt like it was in her throat, she could feel the heavy pulse pounding as she tried to swallow, but her throat was dry and her tongue was thick, she swooned, her head spinning, she fainted into Jack's lap.

She woke to sweet caresses of her brow, a damp cloth was over her forehead, and her head was saddled in the crook of jack's legs as he sat with one leg folded on the couch. She became aware that her robe was completely askew; her entire lithe form was in full view of her son's burning gaze. "How long have I been asleep?" She asks.

"Not long, mom." Jack answers, adding, "You were calling my name in your sleep mom, were you dreaming?"

Allie had no recollection, "I don't know," and closed her eyes, softly shifting her head in her son's lap, something was there that was uncomfortable, unconsciously she moved a hand to source of the discomfort, but sat up wide eyed as she discovered his bare erection. "Jack!" She screamed, "What are you doing?"

"I love you mom."

"I love you too, son, but this is wrong. Wrong!"

"Mom, didn't you love me last night? Was that bad? I want you again so much."

"Oh darling, I do love you, but we shouldn't go so far, not this way. You should find a girl to love."

"Mom... You are my girl, now that I have had you, I don't want anyone else."

Allie sobbed uncontrollably, she did enjoy having her son make love to her, and she fantasized about him while she fucked Mr. Jones. She knew what it meant, but resisted the reality of it all. Her resistance was waning, she cried through her sobs now, tears flowing freely. She relaxed, turned, and brought her face close to her son's. 

Jack was unsure of what the move meant, then his mother pressed slowly up to place a wet, tearful kiss to his lips, he pressed back, wrapping his arms around her firmly, and then pushing her robe off her shoulders, and arms.

Allie felt a momentary flicker of remorse after disrobing, but it quickly faded as he moved his mouth down her neck, planting warmly sucking kisses along the smooth curve of her hairline. Suddenly he released one hand, the two large white fully rounded tits swayed, their erect nipples brushing his face. He ran his tongue down between the lush cleavage and placed his lips on one nipple that sprung out in diamond-chipped hardness at his first gently nibbling suck. 

"Oh ... oh ... oh," she moaned and found her own hands coursing down his stomach.

He moved one hand to the smoothly curving roundness of her buttocks and cupped them while he continued sucking like a milking child on her breasts. God! Those buttocks were as beautifully shaped as her tits, the thought flooded his mind. Her body was warm and soft against him; she lowered her face, pulling his lips from her breast and locking her mouth tightly to him as her hand began its instinctive search between their bodies for his rock-like hardness. He gasped as the coolness of her fingers closed around his rigidity. Damn, he had really gotten her going, and now all that was necessary was to move into the bedroom and continue what they were doing in there. "Let's go to bed," he said.

She turned toward him, her face dazed-looking with passion. "Yes, we'll go into the bedroom." she breathed softly her hand still locked around his rapidly stiffening cock.

He moved off the couch ahead of her, walked quickly into the bedroom, and sat down on the bed. He waited but she didn't follow. He listened for her voice, but all he heard was the sound of laughter floating through the doorway. Goddamn it, she must have suddenly lost her nerve!

She moved silently into the bedroom and seated herself at the foot of the bed. She looked up at him and smiled, but it was only an attempt. The light from outside sliced through the sheer curtains in front of them and fell in dappled lines across the thick soft rug at her feet, making exotic patterns across her beautifully formed legs.

"Jack, I don't know if we should go through with it," she finally said. "I ... I was moved by you out there, but now I don't know."

Jack shrugged and then turned to her: "Finish what you start, mom. Do you have an idea what this is doing to me?"

Allie flinched, and then she leaned back on her elbows, propping up her sensuously reclining body. 

Christ, he just had to have her now, he couldn't wait a moment longer. She was performing like a cock-teaser... he couldn't blame her for acting that way, considering the situation ... but that's exactly what she was.

He was lying next to her now, running his fingers down her sides in lightly playing circles and bringing her to another pitch of arousal that had been dampened momentarily when they had moved into the bedroom. Suddenly he grabbed her, not being able to resist a moment longer. He pressed his lips to her mouth and kissed moistly, feeling her buttocks tighten against his hand resting on them and then, with dwindling reluctance, she kissed him warmly back. Her female odor was maddening, a perfume he didn't recognize, but that reminded him dimly of the freshness of spring azaleas. Her lips were soft and gave before the harsher pressure of his teeth with a yielding rubbery softness that sent tiny chills over his skin. He moved his hand to the softness of her full round buttocks.

Then he pivoted his body, wriggling slowly down her side, his lips kissing the firm curves of her softly quivering flesh. He pulled himself over her stomach and ran his tongue over her smooth flat belly, dipping his head to just above her softly waving curls of blonde pubic hair. The shocking obscenity of what he was about to do made Allie recoil in sudden repugnance. "No ... no! You can't do that! It's awful! Oh God!" Allie moaned and twisted, but Jack's heavy grip held her fast. "Please, my husband-your father never has ... done that to me ... please!"

"You gave oral sex to Mr. Jones." he gasped. "It's only fair that you should have it, too," Jack answered, his eyes feasting hungrily on the thin coral lips. He placed his palms flat against the inside of her thighs, his thumbs resting on the soft fleshy cunt lips. She looked down at him, hunched there on all fours now, pushing her legs wide apart and grinning up between her proudly upstanding breasts like a beast of prey ready to pounce on its helpless fear-stricken victim and devour it in savage feast. The moistly pink flesh of her naked vagina was presented up to his leering face in defenseless sacrifice and she lay frozen to the mattress, watching his tongue slowly circling his lips in nervous preparation for the ravishment about to take place.

He moved his face forward, careful not to shake the bed and alarm the sudden trust building inside her from the gentle touch he was subjecting her to now. He knew she wanted him to do it-it was only a matter of showing some tenderness as he began. He swallowed deeply as his thumbs pressured slowly outward and her secret cavern flowered open to his frozen gaze until suddenly it was completely open and the soft inner flesh came into tantalizing view. It was pink and smooth and slight moisture from her secretions was visible, glistening and wet on the soft inner flesh of her thighs. His mouth opened wide as he dropped his head closer to the moistly glistening mound. Then he buried the full length of his long slippery tongue snake-like into the warmly throbbing vaginal walls.

"Oh God," she moaned, not knowing whether to push his head away or to pull him closer to her secret genitals. "What are you doing to me?" Again she jerked and a soul-searing moan escaped from her chest.

The tongue swiped once more, this time burrowing against the softly tingling bud of her clitoris. She ground back her buttocks in uncertain response and he licked again, his rapidly darting tongue circling around the steadily moistening cunt lips, prodding at her clitoris and then exploring the silky, hair-fringed flanges in a relentlessly flicking movement.

"Oh ... God ... Jack, no, please stop," but his plunging head shook negatively, and he continued on.

She rolled her head back on the mattress, knowing that she couldn't get up and leave now when she had already gone so far as to kiss him and to hold his cock in her tightly squeezing hands. But now a new sensation swept over her that she hadn't been prepared for or at least hadn't been aware of before. Sensations that only an instant before had filled her with an inner revulsion were now sending out tiny pulses of pleasure through her groin ... yes, it felt good, and she was being eaten and sucked and enjoying it. 

Her hands moved sensuously downward over her warmly throbbing breasts and slid slowly across her smooth flat stomach, coming to rest on either side of his lips. "Yes, Jack, you're doing it good, goooooood," escaped sputtering from her open mouth.

His lips rounded and fully covered the hotly clasping opening and he thrust his tongue deep down into it, bringing a low guttural groan from Allie whose convulsively throbbing thighs pressed around either side of his moving head. Jack could feel the wet flesh slip moistly around his long extended tongue as the walls of the warmly palpitating vaginal opening dilated and closed in a hungry little sucking motion, trying to pull it deeper within. 

Christ, he had her going now, his mind raged, and there was nothing that could stop her rampaging pussy from thrusting against his wetly skewering tongue, nothing in the goddamn world. Her heels pressed hard down against his back, trapping his body between her desperately straining thighs until he couldn't breathe; his nose was smashed tightly against the tiny hard bud of her clitoris above, breathing in the pungent odor of the lust juice that was now flowing in abundance from it. It incited his already stiffening cock to a hardness that he could no longer control-he had to fuck her, his mother. God, he had to screw her now or he would explode his cum out all over the mattress.

"Oh, lick my pussy like that some more!" she moaned and dug her hands into his face, pulling it tighter and tighter into her up drawn legs that were opening and closing rhythmically around his bobbing head. "Yes, suck it, oh, suuuuuck!" she mewed and the cords of her neck stood out when she pulled with all her strength against the tangled hair of his head.

Jack could stand it no longer. He wrenched his shoulders up from between her desperately clasping legs and lifted his torso over her, pressing his hands down to the sides of her excitedly squirming body for support. She was a tantalizing little piece of innocence and warmly opening sexuality lying below him: her hair streamed across her forehead and fell in gently outlining circles over her breasts; the full lips of her mouth opened and closed gasping for breath, and her small fists clasped and unclasped while she went through the agony of waiting for the renewed onslaught against her naked and exposed body.

"Oh god, why did you stop? It felt so good," Allie moaned, peering up at him as though she were a child being reprimanded for something she didn't quite understand. "I-I never thought it would be like that, honest, I didn't, do you know that?"

Jack remained silent, he had never before given satisfaction to a woman and he was winging it as he recalled how the other guys described their exploits. She saw him kneeling on all fours over her, his face twisting lewdly, and her eyes trailed down his broad chest and stomach to the rigid pulsating pole that stood out like a hotly throbbing sword from the soft shadows of his groin.

"I'm going to fuck you now," her son panted. "It's time we got to the real business, isn't that right, mom?"

"Oooooooh," Allie groaned a sudden flood of fear and the memory of what she had just let him do to her with his tongue between her legs sending a wave of humiliation through her body. Yet the very lewdness of his words had excited her more, if that were possible, and she fought within herself against this final surrender that would mean her total surrender to him.

"Open your legs wide, mom," he spat out with an unexpected viciousness. "When you get this in you, you'll know what fucking is all about."

Quivering half in fear, half in anticipation, Allie opened her legs wide apart, wider than when he had his head lodged between them. Jack levered up over her, his arms stiff, his hands resting on her shoulders. He dropped one hand between their bodies taking the hard throbbing cock between his fingers and guided it forward, using the thick rubbery head to part the full fleshy lips of her cunt. She turned her head to the side on the mattress, closing her eyes with a shudder as she felt its soft electrical contact against the sensitive ragged edges of her moistly dilating pussy. 

"Oh-oh, no," she whimpered, attempting a protest as she felt the first harsh pressure against the wet elastic opening of her vagina. Yes, she was moist down there from the constant sucking and lickings of his lips and tongue, yet he seemed larger and thicker than she remembered. 

He pushed.

"Aaaaaaagh," she moaned as he levered forward and just the tip slipped through, stretching the slightly resisting rubbery opening until Allie felt as though her thighs were splitting apart from the relentless outward pressure.

He pushed again, the blood-gorged head forcing itself into the wetly clasping opening, and he felt her flesh give way, her full firm buttocks arching up to receive the full length of his relentlessly prodding cock. But this was too goddamn good to be true! She was driving him out of his mind! His obscene pleasure was heightened by the realization that he was finally getting even with his dad too. Well, he was showing him now, he was fucking his little wife and fucking her good!

"Oh, shove it into me, darling, screw me like that, yessss," Allie's voice intoned involuntarily and her whole body twitched and writhed beneath him in a reaction that had been building in her for longer than she had realized. There was no longer any reason to fight the lewd flames of desire coursing through her veins. She had lost, and there was nothing to do but urge him on with the lewdest words she could think of and to enjoy her own obscene surrender to the act of incestual adultery as Jack's vigorously skewering cock plunged deeper and deeper into her cunt.

He slipped his hands down her voluptuously curved sides and slid them around the soft round globes of her smoothly gyrating buttocks, grasping them harshly, one in each hand. God, his hands felt beautiful cupping at her ass-cheeks, the thought blazed in her mind; they cupped and squeezed while he fucked his heavily impaling rod deep into her flowering cunt, pumping with increasing force until her legs on either side of her hips were jerking and quivering with uncontrolled abandon. And she didn't even care. She had known that he would fuck her, had been aware of it from the moment she had walked into the living room, she had wanted that cock that was now flicking and plunging its sperm-inflated head up through her warmly clinging cunt passage, fucking her with a hot vengeance that they both shared. 

She could feel the hard ridges of his piston-like rod drubbing into her open belly with merciless pile-driving thrusts; the thick blood-gorged shaft began longer smooth strokes that brought the smoothly pistoning head almost all the way out of her tightly clasping vagina on the backstroke and then thrust forward again into her uplifting buttocks until she could feel the velvety smack of his balls down against the unprotected crevice of her anus. 

"Do you like it?" she suddenly heard his voice as though from a great distance.

"Yes, oh god, Jack, it feels so good," she whined softly, the maddening slap of his balls on her nakedly exposed anus driving her to greater frenzy.

"Then tell me it's better than dad, tell me that," he demanded, suddenly increasing the thrust of his sword-like driving instrument through the ravished sucking walls of her cunt.

"I'll tell you anything," she moaned, "just keep on doing it. Yes, you do it ... you fuck better than your father... you know how to really fuck me, oh keep it up!"

Jack gloated above her on the lewdly squeaking mattress. He had gotten her to say it and now he braced himself on his knees and elbows over the insanely thrashing body, letting the hungrily clasping cunt slip and draw itself up and down the rigid length of his cock at will. He bucked forward on her upstroke several times, driving the growing head almost through the walls of her womb.

"I-I ... never had it so goooood," she repeated of her own volition now.

He moved one hand down from her wildly rotating buttocks and played teasingly with his finger at the widespread crack. Then he prodded one finger in through the softly giving crevice, finding her warm virginal anus ready and almost accepting his probe. She jerked back, startled at first as he began moving the finger in tiny circles around the tightly puckering little opening, pressing tentatively and then pushing in through the firm, elastically stretching lips.

"Aaaaagh, aaaaagh," she screamed when he thrust his finger in a quarter inch farther and she mumbled out words incoherently at him between heavily panting gasps from the pain in her rectum.

But then, as after he had first thrust his inflamed cock into her pussy, the pain drifted into a new inexplicable pleasure that she did not want to stop. Through the thin wall of moist flesh separating her anal passage from her cunt she could feel the sperm-bloated ridge of the bottom of his cock pushing against his invading finger, his huge male member sliding smoothly in and out in rhythmic unison with the obscene assault at her nether passage.

"Oh god, Jack ... Fuck me, fuck me good," she chanted mindlessly. "Split me! Split me!"

Jack shoved a second ravaging finger in, sinking both all the way up to the palm of his hand. He dug them cruelly into the tight fleshy anal passage and Allie jerked up, her wildly undulating buttocks rising several inches off the spongy mattress to escape the second sudden intrusion in her backside. But Jack had timed it well and rammed his grinding pelvis forward with a vengeance, driving his cock deeper into her cunt. There was nothing she could do to escape the kaleidoscopic pinwheel of sensation that spun through her loins; she was hopelessly impaled at both ends by his fingers and cock and in her sex-crazed state of mind she could not distinguish one blurry stab of pain from another electric pulse of ecstatic pleasure. All she knew was this man, her own son, was fucking her as she had never been fucked before in her life! 

She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his face close to hers, splurging her tongue into his mouth and receiving his tongue in turn as though it were another cock that swirled and poked at the insides of her cheeks. Then she moved her hand down between their now sweat-slickened bodies, sliding it alongside the concavity of their slapping groins until it came to rest on the gourd-like sac of his semen-bloated balls. His fingers sunk mere fractions of an inch away into her voraciously sucking little rectum, occasionally brushing against her hand while she fondled and squeezed gently at his testicles. She fingered the smooth soft folds and ran her thumb up to the base of his rapidly plunging prick, tickling at the bottom of the round rubbery head as it slipped almost out of the soft hair-lined folds of her cunt on the backstroke.

"Christ! What the hell are you doing to me!" he groaned out in a sharp gasp of pleasure. "Darling," she gasped back. "I'm giving you as much ... as ... Oh God, as much as you're fucking and giving me!"




Misbehaving



My morning wood slid unconsciously between her thighs and near the confines of her moist pussy. It was a pleasurable sensation that brought me out of my half sleep and into full awakening.

"That's nice," murmured a gentle voice from the female figure lying beside me.

Her naked body had curled up against mine at some point during the night, spooning me, and my arm was now placed protectively over her. The hand of that arm reached down to gently stroke the soft flesh of one of her breasts, fingers pleasantly surprised to find an ample amount to caress. My middle finger circled around the hardening flesh of her nipple. The work on this sensitive area provoked several long throaty moans.

Meanwhile my dick was by now firmly wedged in the crack of her cunt and her warmth was radiating pleasantly around me. The stale smell of our sex from the night before was heightened as her juices began to flow again in anticipation of my cock filling her. Her musty scent coupled with the crusty remains of last night's efforts brought me to a higher level of excitement and my dick went from being merely hard to rigid steel. As it grew to its full length, engorged, it stood straight up and out from my body running parallel to the damp lips of her twat, but the tip of my johnson lost the entrance to her hole in the process.

I pulled back my hand, which had thus far been feeling her up, and gently lifted her thigh, exposing her treasure to me explicitly. Soon she was lifting her leg on her own and I was able to reach down and feed the first few inches of my cock inside her hole. 

"Ummm," she purred next to me, "It feels so big and thick."

My hand traveled up her side and slipped under her arm. I squeezed and rubbed her tits, and moans escaped her mouth as I played them like an instrument.

"Oh," she cooed, "That feels great."

She was velvety smooth and I was so worked up I just started pumping into her like a madman. Soon she had both hands on the headboard, steadying herself, her legs opened for me, and I was fucking her like crazy.

"Oh, yeah," she cried, "Oh, yeah...that's it...fuck me...fuck me!"

I kept on ramming her, and she spooned next to me, her tits hanging down in front of her jiggling.

"Jesus you are so big," she continued, "Jesus fucking Christ."

I could feel the insides of her cunt tighten, and then a rush of wetness overcame my cock.

"Oh, shit," she cried, "I'm cumming...oh...yes...oh...yes...that's it...that's it!"

That was enough for me. I shot my wad into her pussy as I continued to thrust. She inclined her head back and I leaned forward, kissing her slowly, sucking her tongue into my mouth. We lay on the bed quietly for a few moments, enjoying each other's company. I cradled her small body in my strong arms.

I was on leave that weekend and it had been a while since I'd been with a woman. Or, judging from what might have happened the night before, since I remembered having been with a woman. Bits and pieces of last evening's drunken revelry came floating back to me as I lay there and I was still feeling randy as all get out from several weeks of not having had any tail. My dick kept responding to this girl, and to my delight, she took it in her hand, and gave me a few gentle strokes. In fact I had never fully softened. She proceeded to pull away from my embrace and moved down to the end of the bed so that she could suck my pride and joy into her mouth.

From my vantage point I could feel the wetness of her mouth on my jock and I could see her head bobbing up and down over my shaft. Her warm mouth encased me, taking me in long deep strokes, sucking strongly. She started running her tongue up and down the shaft, stopping to suck my balls into her mouth. My cock was getting very hard in a hurry, swelling up to its full size, as she worked. She looked up at me for a second and I closed my eyes. Then she went back to work, reaching her hand down and fingering her cunt. Opening my eyes, I could see her hand rub her pussy through her legs, and then she started moaning. As she increased the pace on my cock, she increased the movement on her clit with her hand. She stuck two fingers up her cunt, while grabbing hold of my meat and pumping me with her hand and occasionally sucking me with her mouth. A loud moan escaped her, and she suddenly stopped and looked back at me.

The girl was very aggressive, and she knew what she wanted. She moved forward to straddle me, positioning my mast underneath her so that she could sink down on my dick. She was so wet that I could hear a sloshing sound when she impaled herself. Then she was fucking me in no time, up and down she went, her moans started again and so did her pace.

She was a fine bitch and she was doing all the work, so I just laid back and enjoyed the feeling of her hot cunt smothering me. She leaned forward and those gorgeous tits looked so good I had to reach up and pull on her long dark nipples. Her tits floated in my face and I licked the end of her tits lightly at first and then started sucking them harder, alternating breasts. By this time, one of my hands was steadying her waist, and I was thrusting up her cunt at a frantic speed. I could feel the cum building up in my balls at the same time. I reached behind her with my other hand to spread her ass cheeks wide open and finger her asshole.

"Oh, yes...oh, yes," she cried, in respect of the mounds of flesh pressed into my face, "That's it...suck my tits...suck harder."

I could feel another rush of wetness spilling down my balls a second later like warm milk. She was like a fountain this one.

"Jesus!" she panted, "I'm cumming! Oh, God...that's it.... Oh, God! Oh, God!"

Her whole body tensed up and she sat straight up grinding her cunt against the base of my cock and triggering my own eruption.

I shot my load furiously up her cunt all the while she was grinding out the last of her orgasm against me.

She collapsed into my arms as we finished and I glanced out the window to see the pale early morning sun rise further in the pink and orange sky. My cock was still buried inside her and I wasn't even going soft, so I began to massage around her waist, trying to encourage her to start moving up and down on me again. Unfortunately the sudden, insistent ringing of my cell phone interrupted our increasing passion.

Being a newly commissioned Second Lieutenant in the Marines did not make answering my phone an option.

"Hello?" I said gruffly into the phone, "Mom?" I responded, hearing her voice on the other end.

I sat bolt upright.

"Hey...it's early...what's going on?" I asked.

The girl, who I was still inside of, disentangled herself from me at the mention of my mother and got up to go to the bathroom. I followed her naked body with my eyes, regretting this lost opportunity as she walked into the other room. Meanwhile, I listened to my mother as she explained to me what I was going to do, how I was going to do it and when.

It was made clear that I didn't have a choice in the matter.

"Okay, bye," I said, hanging up when she was finished.

The girl came back in, grabbed a sheet off the bed and wrapped it around herself in a sudden fit of modestly, leaving me exposed.

"Sorry for the interruption," I said, lying naked and by now at half mast.

I realized for the first time that I had no clue where I was or who I was with.

"Ummm," I said, looking around me, "I don't mean to be rude, but I'm gonna need to take off soon."

She looked a little crestfallen.

"I thought you had leave for the whole weekend?" she asked, pouting.

"I do, but I have an emergency," I said, "Though I do have a little time before I need to get back to base."

"Good," she said, "Let's not waste it."

As she climbed back into bed next to me, I figured I should probably wait until I was ready to leave before I asked this girl for her number...and her name.

* * *

Later that same day...

My mother could always be counted on to think of everything and I had a car waiting for me at noon to take me from the base to the plane that would carry me to my duty assignment for the next couple days. I was to serve as an escort for the daughter of one of my mother's oldest and closest friends for her debut at the annual cotillion.

Being born and raised a Southern man myself, I had a wholesome acceptance, or at least understanding, of the very traditional rituals surrounding a debutant. Ancient in origin and imported to the United States during colonial times, the cotillion is still the customary way in the South and in many other parts to present well to do young women to society. The Yankees among you can laugh if you want, but my mother had her own cotillion in New Orleans in the sixties and every other female member of my mother's family had been similarly introduced to society.

Even so, it still kept me wondering why, on the occasion of one of these peculiar little rituals, I now found myself standing on the front porch of one Mr. Gregory Campbell and his wife, Mrs. Gregory Campbell (née Christina Blair). I don't know what she and my mother had shared in the perfumed and often mystifying cloisters of upper crust New Orleans to make them so close, but they were very close indeed. In fact they were such good friends that my mother had been the maid of honor at her wedding many long years ago. She'd married Gregory Campbell who was born and bred of only the finest Southern stock and they had raised four children: three daughters and one son.

Despite this closeness between our two families, I hadn't seen any of the Campbells since I was thirteen, in other words about nine years ago. I recalled one time they had descended upon our house like a plague of locusts devouring everything that stood in their way. The oldest girl, Elizabeth, had been fifteen at the time. She might have been the most beautiful girl I'd every seen, but she didn't have any time for those of use she viewed as mere children. The second oldest was a girl called Melanie, and she was a year younger than me. As I recall, she was as pure as the driven snow. It had been no use getting into any trouble with her. The other two were twins: Jeremy and Jenna, having been nine years old at the time, and little more than pests underfoot.

Considering all that, I was especially surprised when my mother called me up to tell me that I was to be one of the escorts for young Jenna, who was now having her eighteenth birthday. A little old for a cotillion, I figured. But as I was going, a fully commissioned officer, I guess it wouldn't be too weird. You see, a debutant is often escorted to a cotillion by two men, one a civilian and the other a cadet at one of the various military academies. Thus an escort is expected to present a color guard for the girl, be in proper form the entire evening, polite, observe the rules of etiquette at all times and dance on command. How my mother had managed to get me leave for this assignment was something I'd never know. This wasn't exactly something I considered a great use of my time, plus I'd never hear the end of it from the other guys in my unit. 

I was the only man of my generation in my family carrying on a long and distinguished association with the armed forces. Apparently Jenna Campbell had asked for me specifically. I imagined she either didn't know or was too shy to seek out a cadet her own age from one of the various military schools who might have been a more suitable companion. With Mr. Campbell's well-placed defense contracts and connections with some very powerful people in Washington, DC, including one or two members of the Senate Armed Forces Committee, I found I had my leave approved. I may be many things, but in my short time in the service I'd learned to appreciate leave for what it was.

So I kept my mouth shut and got my ass on the next available transport.

After my flight and cab ride, there I was standing on the Campbells' porch, having changed with permission out of my usual uniform and into more comfortable civilian clothes. My duffle was at my feet and a hanging bag carrying my Dress Blues was slung over my left shoulder. I took a deep breath, rang the doorbell of this ornate Southern mansion and stood back, almost at attention, waiting for something to happen.

I was not required to wait long.

The door opened slowly and a tall (which is to say he and I could look one another in the eye) middle-aged man looked back at me. He had the look of a man who had once been a lion, but was now starting to show his age, if not still fit enough to have more than a hint of the old firmness he had had in his youth.

"You must be Marc," he said smiling, extending a hand for me to shake, "It's been a long time."

"Yes, sir, Mr. Campbell, almost ten years," I said grinning, "I suppose the haircut gives me away?"

"Standard issue?" he asked, still shaking my hand, as I nodded yes.

Finally he let go of it, and held open the door for me to enter, "Please come in, can I help with your bags?"

"No, sir, thanks, I'm fine," I grabbed my duffel and entered into what could only be described as the foyer of the house.

This room led into a large receiving room with a massive staircase curving up the middle going to the second floor. One side seemed to lead into a parlor and the other into a dining room.

This place was huge.

"Marc, you know my wife Chrissy of course," he said, referring to the woman who was coming into the hall through a side door to meet us.

Ain't it funny how the mind plays tricks on us? I remembered this woman from her last trip to visit us and of course from pictures, but those didn't do her justice. And for a minute I really envied Mr. Campbell. Chrissy...Mrs. Campbell, I corrected myself...was a stunning woman for her age. By which I mean a woman in her mid to late forties. She was tall, though not as tall as her husband or me, and she had what appeared to be a gorgeous head of honey brown hair, twisted up on her head just the way I liked it. But what really got me going was her figure. Her body had filled out from the more willowy, as I remembered it, into a more voluptuous frame. Motherhood had been kind to her, giving her ample and generous curves. Yet she remained sleek, firm and tight enough to give a woman half her age a run for the money.

"Marc," she said, in a throaty deep voice, smiling.

Her body wasn't the only thing that had improved with age. She was originally from New Orleans, but her accent had changed over time in her new surrounding and had become softer and richer as it took on more of a drawl. My name came out sounding like "Maaaahk."

"It was so good of you to come all the way down here, for our lil' old ball," she continued, giving me a hug, "How's your father? And Peter?" she continued, asking about my father and brother.

I barely had time to set down my stuff before she swept me up in her arms. Not for the second time having to remember that she was a married woman twice my age, and my mother's closest and best friend. I got a whiff of her perfume, and I thought I might get hard if she didn't let me go.

Thankfully she did.

"They're both fine, ma'am," I said, a little embarrassed by how I was getting turned on by her, "They send their regards of course."

"Oh, how sweet," she said, now putting her hand behind my back and ushering me forward, "Listen Marc, now that you're a man, you're really going to have to call me Chris. Have you eaten, yet?"

"Yes, ma'am," I said, not quite able to call this woman by her Christian name yet, "I had some food on the plane."

"Well if you want me to fix you something you just let me know. We'll be having dinner at seven o'clock."

Suddenly Mr. Campbell interrupted, "Goodness, Chrissy, give the boy some breathing room, we've got him for three whole days, let him rest for a minute."

"Marc," he said, turning his attention on me, "Why don't I show you your room?"

Mrs. Campbell called to me behind us as I took my things and followed her husband up the stairs, "Marc, did you bring a swimsuit? Lizzy and Mel are swimming in the back, you might like to join them and relax this afternoon before dinner. Of course Jeremy is working and Jenna is in town getting her dress fitted, but I'm sure the girls would like to see you."

"No, ma'am," I stopped looking back at her over the banister, "I didn't think I'd be near a pool."

"No problem, dahlin," she said indulgently, then a little more sharply to her husband, "Greg, why don't you let Marc use one of yours?" 

"Sure, honey," he said waving her away.

As soon as we were upstairs he turned to me and said, "I have too many damned women in this house boy, if you know what I mean. Never give a man any peace and quite."

I grinned back at him to indicate that I was a man of the world and knew full well what he was talking about. 

"Well here's your room," he said indicating one of the first rooms off the hall, a very large room with a four-poster bed. It was obviously a guest room with all the frilly accompaniments that sort of thing usually entails.

"Hope it's all right," he said.

"Much better than I'm used to," I replied.

"Chrissy and I are over there," he informed me, in his cursory fashion, and pointed out the others as well, "That's Jeremy's room. Lizzy there. Jenna there. And Mel at the end."

"Okay, then," he continued going into his own room, after a second he came out with a pair of bathing trunks, which he tossed to me, "There you go. The girls will be by the pool. C'mon down once you've settled yourself in. Then after dinner you and I can have some time to talk mano-a-mano." 

"Yes, sir," I said and went in shutting the door as Mr. Campbell turned to go downstairs.

Once I was out of sight, I sat on the bed and let out a sigh. Jesus, I thought, what the fuck had I gotten myself in for? I'd already encountered a mother I'd like to fuck, what the hell else was waiting for me? Fortunately I didn't have a lot to unpack, but I put my clothes in the wardrobe and put on Mr. Campbell's swim trunks. I was momentarily a little chilled sitting around in nothing but the trunks in the cool air-conditioning, but I knew it would feel good once I got out into the afternoon air by the pool.

I found my way down to pool fairly easily, making my way through the dining room and kitchen. In the kitchen I passed the Campbell's cook, who happened to be black. She reminded me a little of Esther Rolle and she gave me a very disapproving frown as I tried to introduce myself and gestured to the French doors to indicate my way to the pool. I don't think she liked having me walk through her kitchen with nothing on but a pair of swim trunks, especially considering the bulge my junk made in the front.

And I also got the feeling this woman could see right through me.

The air outside was hot even for the late afternoon and sticky with humidity, but being bare-chested provided a measure of relief. I already felt drops of sweat forming on my back and forehead.

I rounded the side of the house on the patio and came upon a large Olympic size swimming pool. A bikini clad girl lounged in a cabana chair next to the pool, apparently relaxing in the sun, and another was making laps. Both were sticky fingers good looking and I took a deep breath before I walked up to them.

"Hey," I said.

The girl doing laps caught sight of me and a look of pure pleasure beamed across her face.

"Marc!" she hollered.

This was Melanie of course. I remembered her.

"Damn, girl," I said, as she flounced out of the pool to give me a big wet hug, "You've really grown up since I saw you last."

I was referring to the fact that this girl was all tits and ass, scantily covered in a bikini top and bottom. She had a phenomenal body. Her tits bounced and shook back and forth as she ran up to me. And they were soft, plush and squeezed between us.




Misbehaving



"Isn't it great to see Marc again, Lizzy?" Mel asked her bored looking sister as she pulled away from me.

Elizabeth looked at me from behind the black lenses of her designer shades. She lazily lifted her glasses up to give me a closer inspection.

She said, "Hey, there."

Despite the apparent indifference of her welcome, I noticed she took a second to give me a once over before putting her shades back into place.

"Do you want to swim?" Mel asked me excitedly.

She didn't give me a chance to reply, but dove headfirst into the water. I dove into the pool after her. The water was cool enough that my nuts shrank up into my sac, but the cool wetness felt good. We both surfaced around the same time, splashing up out of the water. Melanie was playful and her tits had a tendency to bob up and down in the water. A fact which I did not fail to notice and which, I think, Melanie did not fail to notice me noticing.

I floated over to the edge of the pool close to Elizabeth and put my arms over the edge to rest. Melanie came near me, dangerously close, and I could see Elizabeth give her a quick discerning look. We all made small talk for a while. Mostly it was Melanie gushing with questions that I struggled to keep up with answers for. She was audibly blonde and her lips moved at a mind boggling pace. I found myself only answering some of her questions, and nodding for the rest of the time when it seemed appropriate, managing to feign interest. Considering the various directions in which she took the conversation, I assumed she was more interested in hearing herself talk than in hearing what I had to say anyway. And I was more interested in looking at her than I was in responding, so it seemed a fair trade. We managed to cover everything from my military training to the trials and tribulations of our families over the passing years. There were plenty of opportunities to reminisce and plenty of memories to laugh over.

Melanie had a fun spunkiness that went well with her personality, and her amply built body. Big pouty lips and tits that just kept on going. Over on the chair, her sister Elizabeth occasionally chimed into the conversation, but generally gave off an aura of indifference to our presence. For all that it wasn't much different from the way she'd treated us as kids. Elizabeth looked good though. She'd been a bit of a teenage crush for me. She'd been more inclined to hang out with my older brother Peter while they ignored the rest of us. She lay back against the chair to take advantage of the warm solar rays. They beat against her chest and smooth stomach. Her breasts, while not as large as her younger sister's, were beautifully proportioned and rose up high and proud. Her nipples were hard and pointed through the fabric. From time to time she would cross or uncross her legs and I'd be able to catch a glimpse of the way her pussy lips pressed against the fabric of her suit.

I had to be careful not to forget myself lest I found myself, between the two of these beautiful creatures, springing wood right there in the pool. 

We did a few more laps, splashing each other and enjoying the water. But finally I could sense that it was getting about that time and I wanted the chance for a shower before dinner. I got out of the pool, feeling the fabric of my suit sticking to my body. No doubt my package was plainly visible to all those who wanted to see.

"Well, Marc," said Melanie joining me on the land, "It's great that you could make it. We're really gonna have some fun over the next couple days."

Before I knew what she was doing, she had given me a big hug and planted a big kiss right on my lips, rather a little longer than was necessary too I might add. She pulled away with a giggle and dashed into the house.

Elizabeth got up and took off her shades. As she walked by me to go into the house, she paused, looked straight at my cock, and said, "Very nice, Marc". I looked down and realized that, despite my best efforts, I had a hammer going in my trunks that could have driven nails into concrete.

She walked away leaving me momentarily embarrassed and looking for a towel.

* * *

I'd made it to the shower without further incident, well wrapped in my towel. I attributed my lapse in control earlier at the pool to an unavoidable absence from women due to my recent officer's training course. Whatever the case a shower was required and the warm, soapy water felt good running along my aching muscles. I let the chlorine of the pool wash down the drain as I relaxed from the stress and strain of the day and my recent travel. I was still wet and damp when I turned off the shower and stepped out onto the bath mat to reach for a towel.

Just then the bathroom door opened. Oops, guess I forgot to lock it.

A young man walked in; who I assumed was Jeremy, remembering the scrawny little kid I'd last seen so long ago. From the looks of things, he had not been expecting to find a bare ass naked man in the bathroom.

It was obviously an awkward situation.

"Uh," he said, momentarily stunned, "Sorry for barging in, I was looking for some deodorant."

Despite everything, and his best efforts to look me in the eye, I caught him checking out my exposed package at least three times. What a little faggot! I was very used to taking showers with a bunch of naked Marines by this point, so I didn't pay any mind to the state of my undress. In fact, I was somewhat enjoying his discomfort and, rather than wrapping the towel around my waist, I gave him my hand instead, leaving the towel hanging in the other one.

"Hi," I said, "I'm Marc."

There was a pregnant pause while he shook my hand.

"And you are?" I asked him when I realized he was just going to stand there stupidly.

"Um...Jeremy...sorry."

"It's been a long time," I said.

"Definitely," he replied nodding.

By now he'd managed at least to raise his gaze further up the rest of my muscled body, all the while attempting to stay trained on my eyes. I started to dry myself, allowing the towel to partially hide my dignity, waiting for him to make a move instead.

"Right," he said stupidly, after another second, "Let me just get out of your way."

"No rush," I said, "Take your time."

Jeremy moved like I was a snake, coiled and ready to bite. He grabbed the deodorant off the shelf and hurriedly went back out through the door. Damn, what was is with this family? Each one was more entertaining than the next.

* * *

Dinner was a semi-formal affair in the Campbell household, particularly in light of having a special guest in the house. When I'd had a chance to get myself together, and put on a blazer, I found the whole family waiting for me downstairs.

"I'm sorry to keep you waiting, ma'am," I said to Mrs. Campbell as I joined them in living room.

"Not to worry, Marc," she told me indulgently, then by way of introduction she continued, "You've seen the girls already. And you remember Jeremy and Jenna, of course. They were both away when you arrived earlier."

Jeremy and I shook hands like the episode upstairs in the bathroom had not happened earlier. This time he was on a firmer footing with his family around him and I found his grip firm and reassuring. Like his father and me, he'd donned a blazer for dinner, although all of us wore our shirts open at the neck without a tie. I reflected that Jeremy was a handsome young man who filled out his blazer with the wiry build of a high school student, albeit one who was no stranger to sports and working out.

Jenna on the other hand was as lovely as her older sisters, but had a freshness and innocence still clinging about her, very willowy and graceful with only a hint of Melanie's buxomness. She wore a long summery gown that hugged her graceful curves. She would no doubt look very graceful on my arm at the cotillion. We exchanged a pleasant embrace, with a kiss on the cheek that bespoke our Southern hospitality.

We made our way to the dining room and I assisted Jenna with her chair as she sat down and then took my place next to her. Elizabeth was on the other side of me and Jeremy and Melanie were facing us on the other side. Mr. Campbell naturally sat at the head of the table and Mrs. Campbell sat opposite him. The Campbells were many things but poor was certainly not one of them. There were two women in uniforms serving us, including the cook that I'd run into earlier, and they brought out our food on silver platters. The china it was served on looked like it might have been Mrs. Campbell's finest looking china. And very expensive.

I was clearly a guest of great honor. Certainly more than I deserved.

"I just want to say how happy I am that you could come all this way to escort me at the cotillion Marc," said Jenna.

"No problem," I replied, a creamy soup having been set in front of me, "I'm happy to do it."

"I'm sure Marc doesn't mind getting away from life in the Marines," her father said.

"No, sir," I said, smiling shyly, "And the food's much better."

That got a chuckle from my audience. I figured it would be better to maintain as charming a disposition as possible. And we'd all started on our first course by this point.

"May I ask, though, why you requested me for an escort? Surely you would have no trouble finding a willing cadet around."

This question had been partly directed at Mr. Campbell, whom I knew to be well connected, and who I also knew had been educated at the Citadel.

Jenna looked like she'd been about to reply when her father said, "Well, you know how it is Marc. And we wanted to make sure that our youngest girl had only the very best. With yourself being an officer and such an old family friend."

Then after a pause, he added as an afterthought, "And you'll be able to keep an eye on Jenna with that Roberts boy. He's going to be her civilian escort."

"Daddy!" said Jenna, embarrassed and irritated, "Dave is not my boyfriend."

"I completely understand, sir," I said knowingly, trying to forestall what appeared to be an old argument I could see brewing in Jenna's eyes. I knew what her father was getting at or, at the very least, concerned about.

Mr. Campbell looked like he was about to say something else critical of David Roberts, but his wife prevented him by asking me, "Do you have a girlfriend Marc?"

"No, ma'am," I said, "Unfortunately I haven't had too much time lately with officer's training and receiving my commission."

"Your mother will want to get you settled down now that Peter has gotten married. Having a good woman by your side will do wonders for a man."

"Yes, ma'am," I said.

My empty bowl of soup was taken away as the next course of steak and vegetables was brought out.

"Do you play tennis Marc?" asked Mr. Campbell.

"Yes, sir."

"Good. You and Jeremy can play a few games down at the club in the morning and relax before the rehearsal tomorrow afternoon."

"I'd like that very much, sir," I said, "Maybe someone can show me some of the sites around town?"

"Yes, of course," said Mrs. Campbell breaking in, "Lizzy and Melanie can take you out tomorrow night."

"Yeah," said Elizabeth, next to me, in a drawl as thick as molasses, "We can find all kinds of suitably diverting entertainments."

Elizabeth's comment was not lost on me. But I was taken in by Melanie nodding enthusiastically in agreement form across the table. I managed to smile through it all, sensing a certain amount of tension in the room.

The conversation meandered onto a number of topics as we finished the main course and went on to dessert. Mostly related to how my family was doing, my father's health, and my older brother's new wife. After dinner most of the family adjourned to the living room. Jenna had a date with self same David Roberts and went off to change. Lizzy and Jeremy seemed to be similarly engaged with other activities and excused themselves as well. So it appeared to now be my lot to have that little man to man word with Mr. Campbell.

He ushered me into a wood paneled den that was so stereotypically masculine as to be laughable.

"Scotch, Marc?" he asked and I nodded my assent while saying, "That'd be great, sir."

"I don't trust a man who doesn't drink," he said.

Not knowing if this was meant as a joke I just nodded and kept my mouth shut.

"Cigar?" he asked.

"That'd be great," I said, taking the one proffered.

"Good man," he said fondly, watching me expertly prepare the cigar, lighting it and take a long puff.

We sat down to enjoy the fine aroma, cigar in one hand, drink in the other. The scotch was of a very good quality and its smooth, smoky flavor filed my mouth as its warmth filled my stomach. I leaned back in my leather chair in the same manner as my host and meditated with him in silence on the masculine pursuits of savoring good scotch and an excellent cigar.

Finally Mr. Campbell broke the silence by saying, "Jeremy's still too young to appreciate the finer things in life," he said, motioning to his drink as he said this, "And sometimes I get a little lonely in this house for a buddy to talk to while he's off at school or out with friends. I'm surrounded by women, Marc."

"Well, sir," I said, "I usually have the opposite problem."

"Call me Greg, Marc," he told me, laughing, "You must get to bang a hell of a lot of pussy wearing that uniform though."

"I have no trouble getting laid, Greg," I said pointedly, by way of showing him that I was every bit his equal now that he'd given me permission to use his first name, "But you've got to find it to get it, if you know what I'm saying."

He nodded, after a moment, I decided to test the waters and ventured saying, "But in fact I just started seeing a girl not that long ago."

"Oh?" he said, "Your mother didn't mention anything to Chrissy."

"Well my mother doesn't know yet. I only started seeing this chick after I woke up in her bed this morning."

Mr. Campbell smiled broadly. But it was a very predatory look that he had in his eyes.

"I have to say, Marc, I miss the days of chasing pussy. Sometimes when I see a pretty girl walk by, I think it's such a waste of an opportunity. But I'm lucky. I've got a fine, good looking woman to come home to. A lot of men my age can't say that."

"You're a very lucky man," I said, agreeing with him and honestly meaning it, "I hope I'm as lucky as you are to have a woman like Mrs. Campbell when I've been settled and married for as long as you have."

"So," he continued nodding at my last comment, "As I said at dinner, it's good that you're here to keep an eye on Jenna. She's a good girl, but I don't like this ne'er-do-well that she's going out with. His family is very well connected, in oil you know. But you know his type. Cocky little bastard. I don't want him banging my daughter. You being a Marine and four years his senior should keep him in line."

"Right," I said, "Happy to do you the favor."

"Good man," he said again, pausing before continuing, "I've escorted a few girls to cotillion myself in my day. You have to be a gentleman. I know you are and I know you'll protect her honor."

We talked about a lot of things after that, sports and guns mostly, although he never again alluded to his daughter or her virginity. I didn't know what kind of girl she was like, but she seemed very sweet. Although I knew from personal experience that those kinds of girls were usually the ones most likely to party hard when you scratched the surface.

To give Mr. Campbell some credit, he was easy to talk to and, despite our age difference, pretty good company actually. But when the clock struck midnight, I knew it was time to go to bed. I'd had a long day, but hadn't had a lot of sleep the night before thanks to that amazing girl who'd been balanced on my balls half the night and for most of this morning. And what with this unexpected trip, I was looking forward to a good night's rest.

* * *

I'd been asleep from the time my head hit the pillow. But at some point in the dark night I was aware of a tugging sensation in my boxers and a certain wet feeling down around my cock. I recognized that I had a nighttime boner and there was an incredibly erotic sensation running up and down its length.

I opened my eyes and let them adjust to the darkened surroundings.

A tiny fraction of moonlight shone in through the window illuminating my bare chest. The covers had been pulled aside and someone had pulled my cock and balls through the unbuttoned fly of my boxer shorts. Looking in that direction I couldn't actually see my cock, but instead saw a bobbing head, full of golden hair that was spread out all around my waist. Whoever it was they were attacking me with a serious determination. I reached my hand down to stroke that beautiful tawny hair, letting some of the silky strands run through my fingers.

At my touch Melanie disengaged herself from my cock and looked at me, smiling.

"I was hoping you'd wake up," she said.

"I'm not dreaming?" I asked, still a little groggy with sleep.

"Maybe you are," she said.

"Well, if I am, I hope I never wake up."

She leaned back to lick my cock from the underside of my balls all the way up my nearly ten inch shaft to the top of my engorged tip. Then she stroked me a couple times with her hand as she crawled up the length of my body, licking each brick of my abs, and sucking on my nipples as she made her way forward. When she finally got to my face she gave me a long series of kisses, closed mouth at first, but she quickly grew bolder and graduated to mingling her tongue with mine, as we explored the confines of each other's mouths. I reached behind her head, holding it gently, so that I could french the ever loving shit out of that gorgeous mouth of hers. A woman like this has to be kissed firmly, hard and often.

Below, she let her damp pussy rub against my steel rod, slowly humping me, grinding her soft flesh against my harder flesh.

I reached up and started rolling her nipples, pulling on them, kissing down her neck. Her tits were so beautiful, I leaned down and started kissing and licking her nipples, first the right and then the left. As my head moved closer, I started sucking on one of her tits, trying to suck the whole thing into my mouth, while playing with the other. Her nipple hardened under my touch, and my gentle cupping began to get harder, squeezing her tit in my hand. I was pinching and massaging and pulling. Melanie started gyrating her hips harder against me now, her ass grinding into my crotch, my cock getting harder with each circular movement. My left hand traveled down to her thigh, and I slowly ran it up to her crotch. I moved my hand over her box, rubbing a little harder. I could feel the heat radiating from her cunt.

I continued to squeeze Melanie's tits, alternating from one to the other, pulling them away from her body and pinching and rolling her rock hard nipples in between my fingers. She pressed her body into mine, her skin feeling so hot against me it burned. I kissed her shoulder, working my way around it, finally coming to rest on her mouth, our tongues intertwined, my hands working harder and harder.

My cock stood at full attention between Melanie's legs. She moved forward, and instead of it being sandwiched between my abs and her pussy, it now sprang up behind her, sticking out and up in front of me, pressing up against her ass. Melanie's hands immediately went to it, and she started rubbing me, her moans getting louder.

"Oh, it's so big," she murmured, "So hard."

She changed positions and, increasing the pace, frantically rubbed my cock against her cunt. I slowed her down and moved my hands down her back with my mouth licking and sucking every inch of her skin. 

"Oh...stop teasing me," I begged her, "Please!"

"Let me do all the work baby," she cooed in my ear.

Melanie feeling my pain finally spread her lips for me to enter at last. She pointed my dick at her hole, and I slid in, as she went down my pole, inch by burning inch. Then, once situated, she started rising up and down on my dick. Slowly at first, moving up and down, Melanie increased the pace and was soon bouncing up and down at a frantic pace.




Misbehaving



I reached up and grabbed her tits, pulling her forward onto my chest. She obliged and I started pumping her cunt wildly.

"Oh, yes!" she cried, "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

Oh, she was good and tight. Her cunt muscles convulsed around my cock. Her hole was wet and juicy and warm!

"Tell me when you have to cum, Marc," she instructed me like a school teacher.

"Yes, baby," I said, willing to do anything for her at that moment.

I grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them wide open in my firm grip, needing the leverage to push her up and down on my cock in order to keep on pumping into her wildly. My dick slid easily in and out of her, my balls started to ache and I knew after about ten minutes or so that I was going to have to cum real soon. I told her so and she got up off of me, pulling me out of her in the process. She immediately adjusted position further down so that she could work me with her mouth. Sucking where she had recently been fucking. She sucked and licked, using her hands to occasionally jack me off. I was feeling the final pressure start to build in my nuts as I neared the point of no return.

"Oh, fuck," I grunted, "Get ready!"

I pushed her face down into my lap and I thrust myself into her mouth a couple times, finally shooting a load deep down the back of her throat. Our passion subsided and, momentarily satisfied; she crawled up into my arms as the last remaining drops of cum spilled out onto my boxers. I realized that I'd never taken them off.

After a few blissful seconds of afterglow, I fell asleep with her in my arms.

(To be continued...)

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Misbehaving: Day Two



"Wake up man," I heard someone say as I felt an insistent nudge against my shoulder.

My eyes opened and I saw Jeremy's face looking down into mine.

"You need to hurry up and grab some breakfast if you want to make it to tennis this morning."

Tennis, fuck! I didn't even like playing tennis, but I remembered that I had agreed to do so last night at dinner.

"Fuck!" I said, rubbing my head and trying to wake up.

"Don't worry," said Jeremy, perhaps misunderstanding my irritation, "It'll work out, cause the luncheon for the cotillion escorts is going to be held at the country club before rehearsal. So we can hit some balls and then you can do what you gotta do anyway."

Great, I thought, could it get any more interesting? Then I noticed Jeremy glance down, and I followed his gaze to see my flaccid cock still hanging out of the fly of my boxers.

"I like to let it breathe," I said, unable to think of anything more creative.

"Whatever, dude," he said, heading for the door, "Dad left you some tennis clothes. We figured you hadn't brought any. I'll catch you downstairs. Be ready in thirty minutes okay?"

"Okay," I said, somewhat ungraciously.

I got up and stretched, realizing for the first time that Melanie was no where around. Other than my vivid memory of our time spent learning unlawful carnal knowledge of each other last night, there was no proof whatsoever that anything had happened between us. Damn, well, if it wasn't real, it had still been one hell of a fine dream.

Mr. Campbell had left me some of his tennis clothes to wear: shorts and a polo shirt. I had not packed appropriately for the activities of this trip. Thankfully, Mr. Campbell and I were about the same general height, although my broader shoulders and build caused the fabric to be pulled extremely tight across the muscles of my chest, and my much thicker arms filled out the short sleeves, so the shirt left very little of my torso to the imagination. After a shower I went downstairs to find the Campbells enjoying a nice full breakfast of eggs, sausages and pancakes. Melanie completely ignored me, which is to say that while she acknowledged my presence in her usual bubbly, infectious manner, she otherwise didn't give me any hint of having shared anything the night before.

Maybe it really had been a dream.

I wasn't given that much time to eat, but I'd never been a big breakfast person anyways.

Jeremy whisked us off to the club in his father's Porsche, where we proceeded to play several grueling sets of tennis. One thing that was clear, Jeremy was an extremely skilled player. I strongly suspected he was dumbing down his abilities so that I wouldn't feel quite so inadequate. Clearly it turned out to be a humiliating series of defeats that did not improve even when we played a game of doubles with two extremely charming and beautiful young women that Jeremy knew from the club. Eventually though I was put out of my misery because I had to get ready for the cotillion lunch and rehearsal. After apologizing profusely to my hot doubles partner for not being very good, I headed off to take a shower and change into my standard service uniform.

The time had come to learn how the ceremony would take place and what our duties as escorts would be. You see the military escorts were responsible for presenting a color guard, escorting our dates, and dancing constantly. The civilian escort accompanied the debutant onto the stage and was there to serve primarily to frame out the overall splendor of his date by providing her with a manly, well turned out arm to walk around on. The attention was to be focused on her, and not us, except in so far as we accessorized her.

Overall our goals and duties were clearly to ensure that the debutants had a good time, no matter what happened.

We ate lunch before rehearsal. There were a number of cadets there from various military academies and also present were a few midshipmen from the Naval Academy and even a third class cadet from West Point. As the only commissioned officer in the room, I was given the proper respect due to my rank and position. The rest of the gentlemen present at the lunch were the civilian escorts, all in casual dress, unlike the military escorts who all wore some form of uniform. Each civilian and military escort for each girl was paired together to get to know one another and we were seated together at tables.

That's how I found myself meeting Dave Roberts for the first time. He was a charming, raffish sort of fellow, not unlike the blokes that I'd hung out with in high school and college. He was in his freshman year at Dartmouth. And I found that, despite Mr. Campbell's warning, I liked him from the word go.

"So, where are the girls anyway?" I asked him after we'd sat through lunch and a couple speeches, talked about the college experience, the Marines and the general state of the NFL.

He leaned towards me and said conspiratorially, "They have lunch separately so their chaperones can warn them about the perils of men and their maidenly virtues."

"Probably not a bad idea," I said distractedly, as my eyes surveyed some of the less than savory characters both at my table and around the room.

"You're telling me," he said, getting ready to dig into his dessert, "Have you seen some of that ass? Half these guys have boners just thinking about it."

I took a sip of my coffee and asked my new best friend Dave the question that had been on Mr. Campbell's mind the night before.

"So, man, is Jenna your girlfriend?"

"Naw, man," he said around a mouthful of cake, "She's just a friend."

I nodded at him nonchalantly to indicate that I understood and took another sip of coffee.

"Now her sister Melanie on the other hand," he continued after swallowing, "That girl has a pussy that doesn't quit."

"You've boned her?" I asked.

"Sure, man," he went, taking another mouthful, "Who hasn't? The girl is a slut, but she's got a nice rack. You're unbelievably lucky sleeping in the same house with her. I would love to tap that ass again, but I just haven't seen her around in months. It's not like we ever tried to be exclusive or anything anyways, it just sort of happened three or four times when we were all hanging out."

"What about her other sister?"

"Lizzy?" he asked, swallowing his last bite, "She's frigid man. I'd worry my dick wouldn't defrost."

"Dude," I said, seriously, "She's smoking hot. She's got those nice titties and a tight looking ass. I wouldn't mind letting her try and tame my bronco."

"Good luck man," he said.

"Surely she's not a virgin?" I said, "The chick is older than me."

"I don't know man," he replied, "Hot or not, that broad has never fucked anyone that I've ever heard tell of."

"What's the story with her brother?" I asked by way of changing the subject.

"Jeremy? I don't know much about him. We don't exactly hang out together."

"That's not what I'm asking," I said.

"You mean is he a little light on his feet?" asked Dave, grasping what I was asking, "Well, I dunno about that. I've heard stuff from folks who think he's a faggot. But you know talk is cheap if the story is good. I've also heard that he was banging this redheaded chick he plays tennis with, but I don't know that for a fact either. So it's anybody's guess."

My mind wandered back to the pretty little red headed girl, Vanessa, who we'd been playing as my partner in the doubles match that morning. She had been totally hot and fuckable in a jail bait sort of way.

"Weird family," I said.

"Dude," he said, "They may be weird, but the bitches in that family are hot. You've seen the mother right? Total M.I.L.F."

"Yeah, man," I said, "She's wicked hot. I can't believe that she's had four kids. Plus she's my mother's age."

"Liposuction does a body good," he said, smirking at me.

"It's done her body good anyways," I replied.

"Yeah, well, with any luck I can give one to Melanie before this is all over."

"But man, you've never thought of trying out Jenna?" I asked, pressing him, "She'd be a pretty sweet score."

"Yeah," he said, "But I like my women built for comfort. I'm more interested in pounding Melanie. You should try and score with Jenna though. She might be interested."

Just as I was about to reply, the girls began to enter the room. My breath was taken away for a few seconds as I surveyed some of best nubile flesh the South had to offer. They came in wearing sun dresses, some dressed even more casually. It was like some kind of beauty pageant, with each girl looking better than the one before her. I don't know about you all, but I have always been a sucker a long pair of legs and nice little strut to go with them.

"What did I tell you man?" said Dave, leaning towards me, "Have you ever seen so much fuckable pussy in one spot before?"

I murmured my agreement.

The debutants surprisingly did not stay, but went off to a rehearsal of their own, as our instructors continued to go over the rigid protocol that was expected of us. I think the military escorts, having some experience in these matters, had an easier time of it than the civilians did. But when it came time to learn how to dance, everyone was in the same boat. Except for me, that is. My mother had insisted that I learn basic dance steps in high school. Ballroom style dancing is no easy task I assure you, and it took some time on the dance floor before everyone had mastered the absolute basics of the waltz, sufficient so as not to embarrass himself or his date tomorrow night. We went through more after that, the whole tedious affair lasting around five hours, but I wouldn't want to bore you with the details. To that end we were scheduled to have another rehearsal in the morning, this time with our blushing young debutantes present. No doubt it was to practice walking and chewing gum at the same time.

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I caught a cab back to the Campbells. I had been told at breakfast that Lizzy and Melanie would take me out that evening to show me the town. I thoughtfully invited Dave at lunch to come along with us, figuring to give him another chance with Melanie. I was still wondering if I'd ever had a chance with Melanie myself. My the unconscious mind does play tricks on us, doesn't it? But what would Freud say? Sometimes a cigar IS just a cigar.

In any event, the girls were out shopping and Jenna was still at rehearsal, which was going to be followed by a dinner with the other debutantes. As I found out this morning, Jeremy was giving tennis lessons all afternoon until dinner time. And of course Mr. Campbell was working late. I was going to have the whole house to myself for a couple hours. Or at least, so I thought.

Then I realized that I'd overlooked the lady of the house.

I spied her out the window when I got back. She was lying out by the pool, face down, absorbing the sun, with her top undone to avoid tan lines.

A little sun seemed like a good idea, I thought, so I went upstairs to change out of my uniform and into a pair of shorts and a tank top that I'd brought with me.

When I came back downstairs I found that Mrs. Campbell hadn't moved a muscle. She was an exquisite sight and I could just make out the subtle curves of her breasts pressed against the lounge chair on which she was laying.

"How're you this afternoon, ma'am?" I chivalrously asked her in order to make my presence known.

I didn't want her to inadvertently expose herself to me, causing both her and me embarrassment.

"Oh, it's you Marc," she said looking up at me, "I wasn't expecting you for a few more hours."

"I think they may have let us go early," I replied, "They about danced us near to death."

I sat down on a chaise that was positioned next to her's and pulled off my tank top.

I wasn't expecting anything to happen. 

"Well, young men can usually use all the practice they can get," she said.

I leaned back to enjoy the warmth of the sun beating down on my chest.

"Yes, ma'am."

"Marc, please call me Chris."

"Okay," I said, "Chris it is then...at least when we're alone."

She smiled at me indulgently.

"Marc," she said in her deep throaty voice, "Would you mind putting some suntan lotion on my back? This sun beats down something awful and it'd be a shame if I got a sunburn for tomorrow night. I'm wearing an open back on my gown for the cotillion."

"I'm sure it'll be lovely," I replied, getting up to squeeze some lotion into my hands.

I worked the lotion between my hands until it was warm and started to massage it into her back. I've never had any formal training, but I'm told my technique isn't half bad.

"That feels so good Marc," she said pleasantly, "You could be a professional masseuse with those hands."

"It's just a little something I've picked up."

I massaged all around her shoulders, using more lotion from time to time. I may have gotten a little carried away as I rubbed around very close to her chest and very low on her back to where the curve of her ass started to rise. This woman was simply breathtaking. And, if she took offense to my advances, she didn't say anything.

"There now," I said, "All done."

"You're a very nice young man, Marc."

"Thanks," I said, settling back into my chair again.

"We should put some lotion on you as well," she said, "I know that you Marines spend a lot of time outdoors, but your hides aren't made of leather. No need to get a nasty sunburn before the big night."

She looked at me for a second, and before I could do anything, she got up off the lounge chair she was lying on. Her tits getting a chance to spill out in front of her in the process. Jesus, what a pair of knockers she had! They were very big and full, still beautifully round and although perhaps not as proud as they'd been twenty years before. If I didn't know better, I'd have thought this woman was no older than thirty. Her nipples were big and round and bronzed from the sunshine. I took an involuntary breath.

"I promise this won't hurt a bit," she said, squeezing lotion from the bottle into her hands.

I was having a hard time tearing my eyes from her chest, and Mrs. Campbell clearly noticed the direction of my gaze, "You don't mind do you?"

"No ma'am...I mean Chris," I said, getting into the thick of it, "I see this kind of thing all the time."

I smiled at her and she moved over to where I was sitting, very close to me indeed. Her breasts jiggled a little as she got up; they swayed and shook in time with her movements.

"I'm sure you do," she said, "A handsome, strapping young officer, like yourself. You must have to beat them away with a stick."

I could feel her body heat radiating towards me, and having made no effort to warm it, the lotion felt very cool as she started massaging it onto my bare chest. She paid particular attention to my nipples and let her fingers trace the outline of my pectoral muscles. I've been lifting weights for football and wrestling since I was thirteen years old and the muscles of my body, while not as big as a professional bodybuilder's, were nevertheless large, developed and very well defined. My low body fat also helped give me a nice ripped appearance.

The sensation of her fingers on my hard muscles was so pleasant, and I enjoying her attention so much, that I wasn't going to make her stop, no matter how it must have looked. I was concerned though about the intentions of my mother's best friend, because it was clear this was more than a friendly gesture.

"Chris," I said, "What exactly is going on here?"

Her hands had descended from the safer area of my chest down to the far less safe area of my six-pack.

"Greg never makes love to me anymore, Marc," she said bluntly.

Her hand now moved dangerously close to my lap and I realized at that particularly awkward moment that I was getting a boner. Despite the fact that I thought this woman was fucking hot, I had not come out here with the intention of this happening. But as they say, the road to hell is paved with good intentions. There was a powerful conflict in my mind as memories from my childhood collided with the intense attraction I was currently feeling.

When she grabbed my cock through my shorts I figured I was probably a goner.

"What about Mr. Campbell?" I asked, in a last ditch effort to forestall a situation which we both might regret. Plus I still had a few vestiges of respect left for the man who had taken me fishing as a boy and with whom yesterday evening I had shared a cigar as an equal.

"Greg is probably balls deep in his secretary right now," she said a little angrily, "The little whore."

At that point she squeezed my cock for emphasis and I knew 'probably' was no longer in the equation: I was definitely a goner. This woman could do whatever she wanted to me, whatever the consequences.

"I can't believe that's true," I said sincerely, "Why look elsewhere when he has a woman like you waiting for him at home? You truly are a gorgeous woman Chris."

She actually blushed at my compliment like she was a sixteen year old virgin. I reached up and took her breast gently in my palm, shattering every boyhood taboo I could think of, while at the same time fulfilling every boyhood fantasy I might ever have had.

Her flesh was still firm and her skin was very smooth.

"You're so soft," I said, and she really was. I started massaging her tit gently, my thumb rubbing her nipple.

"And you're so hard," she replied in turn, her lotion covered fingers grazing the muscles of my left bicep, chest and abs in succession.

"I love that about men," she said, resting her fingers around my belly button, "Each part of you is harder than the last."

At that she ran her hand over my cock for emphasis and I felt myself growing ever more firm in her grip. I was aching to be free, but she proceeded no further, as if some unspoken proscription was stopping us.

"I would consider it an honor, ma'am," I said to her pointedly and formally, "If you'd let me help you out in your time of need."

"Is this a service you provide to a lot of women?" she said, teasingly.

"I was raised a gentleman, ma'am. It's not in my nature to leave a woman in distress."

"I was so hoping you felt that way," she said longingly.

She undid the top button of my shorts and unzipped the fly. Underneath my cock sprang free to tent the boxers I was wearing. Mrs. Campbell ran her index finger up the length of the fabric, tracing the underside of my cock in the process. It sent chills of pleasure down my spine.

"Don't tease me," I begged her.

"Never," she replied.

She crawled down the lounge chair, so that her face was over my cock, and her ass was pointed deliciously up in the air. I lifted my ass and assisted her in pushing my shorts and boxers down far enough to free up my cock and balls. I felt the bare skin of my ass resting on the cool plastic underneath.

"Damn, Marc!" she exclaimed really seeing my cock for the first time, "You're huge!"

"I get that reaction a lot," I said smugly.

I am not ashamed, nor so humble that I have trouble admitting I am blessed with four quality attributes for getting laid: good looks, good body, good personality, and a fucking huge cock. I may not be in league with John Holmes or anything, but I've only run into one guy in my whole life that made me feel totally insignificant. Fully erect I was a stud, packing nearly ten inches of thick, top quality meat, or more usually slightly smaller when I was aroused, but not at optimal density. No woman I had slept with had ever complained to me that I'd failed to hit her g-spot.

Whatever she thought of it, Mrs. Campbell bent down and let the head of my cock pass her full, pouty lips. I let out a long groan of pleasure. This was it. That was the moment that I'd just crossed a horrible line in the sand somewhere by penetrating an orifice of my mother's best friend. If the nuns were right, I'd just committed one hell of a mortal sin. And I was abso-fucking-lutely loving every damn moment of it.




Misbehaving: Day Two



She twirled me with her tongue, occasionally biting down gently, nipping and sucking, kissing and licking. Sometimes she'd pull me out and jerk me off as she sucked my balls into her mouth instead. I thought at several instances that I might blow my load just feeling her tongue kneading my nuts in her mouth. I was totally at her mercy and totally within her control. I loved the feeling on my balls and hoped that it would never stop. But when she was down there, I missed the sensation of her moist mouth trying valiantly to take in as much of my length as possible.

I didn't know it was possible for a woman to do this to a man. To make me feel this way.

"Darlin," I said, using my favorite term in bed for a woman I'm fucking, "You are giving me the best fucking blowjob of my life."

She'd been blowing me for several long minutes by this point. At my words, she pulled away from my cock for a moment, giving me a couple experimental jerks in the process, "I've had lots of practice baby. But you've got some of the best control I've ever seen in a man."

I was totally high. This was a fantasy of the highest order, but I was loving this far too much to cum yet. I still hadn't sampled my mother's best friend's warm pussy yet. And I told her so, pulling her up towards my torso at the same time.

Our lips met as I inclined my head forward to meet her face. She was warm and salty and I could taste my pre-cum on her lips, mixed with her saliva. This woman knew how to kiss, and so did I. I didn't want to waste a second of the opportunity. Her perfect tits, squeezed against my chest. She was so soft. I fucking loved it. We kissed and kissed and kissed some more.

"I really need you," I finally said desperately, breaking away from her mouth for a second and losing my shorts and boxers, "I can't wait much longer."

In response Mrs. Campbell pushed aside her bikini bottom, allowing me access by exposing the opening to her pussy. I couldn't see it, but I could feel it. Mrs. Campbell was very wet for my young cock. And I couldn't wait to feel her from the inside out.

I positioned my cock by feeling it rub against her flesh until it found the opening that it was looking for. My girth will make any but the most experienced women feel tight, but her years of sex and having babies had loosened her sufficiently so that I slipped inside balls deep fairly quickly. I penetrated her extremely well and her twat gave off these fantastic slurping sounds as I violated her. She was wet and I could feel her slick juices coating the underside of my dick and dribbling down as one drop in particular ran along my left nut. I felt like I was a kid again and losing my virginity to my brother's girlfriend for the first time. I was mad with desire and I thrust into her firmly with purpose, seeking to make her pussy remember every second of my passing.

I don't know how long Mrs. Campbell had gone without sex, but she remembered all the right moves. And, man, could she work my cock with the muscles of her pussy, squeezing and griping as I thrust. I used my strong hands and arms to roll her body over my cock at the same, grinding her against me. 

I groaned again, hands firmly grabbing her hips. I needed to watch my pace; she was so fucking wet and tight. I steadily raised her and lowered her on my cock for a few minutes to prolong this fuck. I knew I wouldn't last long, not this first time. I watched her face as she took me deep into her hole. Mrs. Campbell threw her head back as she impaled herself on me. My hands were at her hips, lifting her up and down. She was caught my rhythm and continued to grind against me. My lips attacked her breasts, my tongue licking, my mouth sucking, and my teeth pulling.

I growled my pleasure, and without dislodging my dick from her cunt, I lifted her up with ease and laid her out on the other lounge chair, giving me an opportunity to really pound into her. I could hear the sounds of our bodies slapping together and it excited me.

"Yes, Marc!" she cried out, "Fuck me!"

I pulled out of her, eager to prolong my orgasm and wanting to taste that pussy and see it first hand. I got down with her legs over my broad shoulders and buried my face deep in her wet cunt. My tongue dove deep inside where my cock already knew the way. I could see her swollen clit and used my tongue to lap against it.

"You smell so good, darlin," I told her earnestly.

I felt her fingers running through my hair. I could eat pussy like a champion, and Lord was she ever finding that out. I took my time. My tongue flicked leisurely, sometimes stabbing back into her and wiggling inside her tight pussy as far as I could reach.

I used my hands to spread her pussy lips wide and stroked my tongue from her ass to her clit.

"You're beautiful," I told her.

She moaned loudly.

"Please," she begged me.

"That's it darling," I egged her on, "Beg me to fuck you and I will. Ask me to make you cum."

"Please fuck me Marc!" she hollered, "Please, please, please!"

I buried my face in her pussy again. My tongue flicked across her clit as I slid one thick, long finger deep inside her. Her pussy felt so good. Her hips started bucking.

I finger fucked her. And simultaneously my tongue flicked her clit, occasionally moving over and between her pussy lips. I nibbled her clit and pussy lips, sucking them into my mouth.

Mrs. Campbell was having a very good time. She was in it now.

"Fuck!" she called out, "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

Her orgasm washed through her and out of again and, with my face buried in her pussy, there was plenty of sweet juice to lap up.

Afterwards I crawled back over her until my face was level with hers. I kissed her lips, letting her taste herself on my lips and tongue. She licked her own cream off of my chin. She was too much and I couldn't hold off any longer. I settled into a position for a good fucking and positioned my rod between her legs again. I left my cock poised at her hole and felt her pussy contracting as I plunged deep inside her.

Mrs. Campbell cried in ecstasy or a very good facsimile of it, although, considering everything, I think it was the real thing. I felt her constricting around me, trying to hold me tight inside her.

"You are so fucking great," I said.

I was going to let this woman know what she'd been missing all these years from her husband. With determination I pulled almost all the way out of her pussy before ramming back into her. Each thrust was deep, and she gasped. Even I was panting at this point. Mrs. Campbell wrapped her tight thighs high around my thrusting hips. Her arms circled my waist, trying to hold on for the ride, trying to hold me as close as possible. I could feel my balls slapping against her ass.

"Faster baby!" she called in my ear, "Deeper! Give me everything."

I pulled away from the missionary position then and kneeled before her. With my arms I pulled her into position to fuck her from this angle. This way I could watch her tits as they bounced with my every thrust. And I could use a hand to stimulate her clit once more.

My balls churned just then and I plunged deep inside her and shouted out my liberation as I shot a hot load deep inside my mother's best friend.

Her body shuddered beneath me as my cock continued to explode within her for several seconds. Finally, I collapsed down on her, supporting my weight so that I didn't crush her. I felt her arms caress my back.

"Oh, my word Marc," she said, "You don't know how much I needed that."

"Good," I said, still feeling horny, "Because I'm not finished with you yet."

I paused for a moment looking deeply in her eyes.

"So are you going in the water?" I asked, making reference to the nearby pool.

Mrs. Campbell was so looking hot just then, wearing only her bikini bottoms. She ran her hands up and down my muscular chest and it was enough to send tingles through my cock. 

"It's so nice right here," she replied.

"Oh, yeah?" I asked, with a smile. Feeling playful, I got up and scooped her up in my arms.

She let out a girl's squeal, smiling.

"What are you doing?" she protested.

I ran towards the pool leaping with her in my arms right into the water. She squealed, clinging to me as we sank into the deep end.

"Damn!" she cried, as we surfaced.

The water felt very nice after our earlier fuck. Mrs. Campbell clung to me, her arms were around my neck, and her legs were around my waist. My cock was semi-flaccid, but it was just so naturally big that it wedged against her.

"Why did you do that?" she asked me, smiling.

I just smiled and let us quickly sink beneath the water, like our parents used to do to us when we were kids. When we came back up, Mrs. Campbell spit water at me laughing.

"What's the matter with you?" she exclaimed.

I was hornier than ever and she was looking hotter than ever, too. Her long hair was all wet and slicked back. Her wet body was clinging to me tightly. My hands locked onto her beautiful ass on either side of her bikini bottoms. I kissed those soft lips. She smiled again, and kissed me back, opening her mouth for my tongue. Hers darted inside my mouth, and subconsciously she pressed her thinly covered crotch against my bulge. Our lips smacked loudly as we slowly broke the kiss. I looked into her eyes and saw nothing there but desire.

"Let's go upstairs," I suggested, "I want to fuck your naked pussy in your husband's bed."

"Okay," she said, smirking.

She clung to me as I lifted her out of the pool. The triangle of her bikini bottoms barely covered her ass! My eyes scanned up her sexy legs, and memories of those legs wrapped around me a few minutes ago filled my mind.

I was totally boning up watching her move.

I pulled myself out of the pool as Mrs. Campbell wrapped a towel around herself. Her ass shook nicely when she walked. I was dying to hold it in my hands while I drove my cock into her pussy.

Her beautiful ass was like a metronome as I followed her into the house like a puppy dog and up the stairs. Her bikini bottom slid a little bit more up the crack of her ass. And I got very excited from such a cheap thrill.

She led the way inside her bedroom and I shut the door behind us. I stepped up to her, placing my hands on the sides of her slender waist. When I bent to kiss her she closed her eyes, lips parting. Our lips smacked again as I kissed her softly. Then I kissed her again, pressing my lips firmly against hers. She opened her mouth and my tongue shot inside as I ran my hands around behind her. I found that my hand slid straight into the back of her skimpy little bikini bottoms, sliding over the smooth skin of her ass. I squeezed her soft cheeks as her tongue darted far into my mouth. She pressed her body against me, and I felt my boner pressing against her stomach. I moved forward and forced her to take steps backward towards the bed, but she was able to continue our kiss. 

She broke the kiss when she realized she could go no further and she got on the bed, and I lay down beside her, my eyes locked on hers. We were lying on our sides, facing one another. Both of us were breathing heavily, clearly in need of what the other had to offer. 

I kissed her, and she kissed me back just as hard. She swung her leg over mine, her foot caressing the back of my legs. I reached around her and grabbed that soft, beautiful ass. I ran my tongue along hers as my hand squeezed her soft flesh under the material of her bikini. As her tongue darted deep into my mouth, I slipped my hand into the side of her bikini bottoms. My hand was able to hold most of her naked ass cheek, my fingers resting comfortably along the crack of her ass. I pulled her closer to me, pressing my crotch against hers, wedging my big, thick manhood against her cloth covered pussy.

I slid my hand up her back to her shoulder. Her breasts were exposed and he sucked one of her brown nipples into my mouth. She sighed and placed one hand on the back of my head while the other one reached down in between us. She grabbed my rigid cock and squeezed it lustfully. My tongue was licking up and down over her erect nipple, as she began to stroke me up and down passionately. 

My hand went around to her back, and my fingers fumbled with the strings on her top. She knew that he got it untied when she felt it loosen around her. He threw the tiny garment on the floor, and my lips again found hers. My tongue shot into her mouth as her hand continued to stroke my mammoth cock.

I slipped my hand into her bikini, running my fingers in the hot moisture of her pussy. She sighed into my mouth when I touched her naked hole. Then I dipped a finger into Mrs. Campbell's insatiable hole again. She groaned again as one of my hands gripped her entire ass cheek as the other ran up and down her wet slit, my finger still slightly penetrating her. She was forced to release my jock as our passion pulled our bodies close together. She was kissing me, loudly and sloppily and she began grinding her pussy in my direction.

I knew that she wanted me again badly.

So I grabbed the sides of her skimpy bottoms, my hand leaving the general area of her pussy as I did so. I pulled downward, sliding the petite things down off her ass and to her knees. Breathing heavily, she bent her knees, pulling her feet one by one out of the last remaining piece of material that she was wearing. Her pussy was now exposed to the air, and my cock was sticking up at her. She looked at me helplessly with her eyes as her bikini bottoms dropped on the floor. I kissed her so hard that she rolled onto her back with the force. I squeezed a leg in between hers and she opened them wider so that I could climb on top of her.

My cock was still sticking out and when I lay back down on top of her, I could feel the length of my naked cock pressing against the wet lips of her treasure. Her pussy was so fucking hot against me that instinct was overwhelming. I broke our kiss and raised my body up. Before I could grab my cock, Mrs. Campbell eagerly reached down in between us and wrapped her fingers around it. She aimed it downwards, running the mushroom head against the lips of her cunt as she did so. Her hand stopped at her entrance, and she released me, preparing for absolute heaven. I moved without conscious thought, my fat head forcing open those pink lips and he squeezing inside her as she moaned, arching her head back and closing her eyes. She had her head turned, and I began kissing her ear, cheek and neck as I withdrew my shaft just an inch or two, thrusting forward again slowly.

"Oh, God!" she gasped.

She rested her bare feet on the back of my thighs, completely giving herself to me. I couldn't believe the contrast between the cool air conditioning hitting my back and hot, wet tightness that I was sheathed in. I continued kissing her cheek as I began fucking her in earnest, Mrs. Campbell thrashing about underneath me, and her hands roaming over my body. I felt so incredible inside her, I felt so huge!

Her pussy was just too hot I couldn't resist! She arched her back beneath me, gasping as I penetrated her deeper and deeper with each stroke. It's like it wouldn't end!

"Hot damn!" she sighed, as I fucked her as hard and as fast as I could, drilling the poor woman into the bed. I could feel my ass bouncing up and down between her sexy legs, as her feet flailed above me. 

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" she cried rhythmically in my ear, in high pitched moans as she took my quick thrusts deep inside her welcoming cunt over and over.

I was holding myself up on my arms as I screwed her, watching the expression on her face. Her beautiful tits were bouncing up and down with every thrust. I suddenly realized that I was about to lose it and I couldn't control myself. This woman seemed to have a knack for getting me off.

Mrs. Campbell had closed her eyes, and I suspected that she was near an orgasm, when I pulled my cock out of her cunt, watching it slide out from between the flushed lips of her pussy. It jerked wildly, firing a thick wad of hot cum over her pussy and onto her gorgeous belly. I squeezed my dick, forcing more of my cum to drip out and add to the puddle that had formed on her. I collapsed beside her, gasping for breath. Mrs. Campbell reached for a box of Kleenex beside her bed, grabbed a few, and wiped the juice off her body.

Man, I felt like a teenager unable to control myself. And I had to piss. After a few minutes, I went to the bathroom and when I came back, Mrs. Campbell's bedroom eyes fixated on the things hanging down between my legs. She rolled to the edge of the bed as I approached. 

Noticing where her eyes were, I stepped up to the side of the bed, just to see what she would do. My cock, even in its current state, was pretty large. She reached up with her hand and wrapped her fingers around it, raising herself up on one arm. Her soft lips gently kissed the head, and I began to respond. Mrs. Campbell opened her mouth and slowly slid her lips over the tip, continuing on down the length of my hardening pole. When she pulled me out of her mouth my dick was coated with her saliva, and I watched as she again took me into her mouth. I was growing rapidly to full hardness as she sucked up and down the top of my manhood. 

I caressed down the side of her body, running my hand over her warm skin until he held her ass cheek. Still watching her suck on my dick, I gave her cheek a little squeeze. 

Her sucking grew louder as I ran my hand from her ass to the front of her body. She rolled the bottom half of her body onto her back a little, parting her legs so that I could have access to her pussy. My hand cupped her pussy, and my finger gently tickled her swollen lips.

She moaned around my cock as tingles of pleasure shot up my body. I dipped a finger inside her sopping wet pussy. I couldn't get over how wet she was! She was definitely ready for more!

I roughly pushed her onto her back, popping my dick out of her mouth in the process. Mrs. Campbell passively watched as I swung a leg over her head, her eyes still locked on my cock. She eagerly grabbed the thick rod and bent it down towards her mouth, devouring it. At the same time, I bent my head between her legs, wrapping my mouth around her delicious pussy. She moaned around my cock when she felt my tongue on her sensitive slit.

I slipped my tongue in between the folds of her hot, wet pussy, licking the juices from her walls. She groaned again, her hands reaching down between her thighs and holding my head there. I began fucking her mouth, instinctively thrusting my hips up and down. I slid my hands underneath her bare ass, holding her in place as buried my face between her sexy thighs. I twisted my tongue as fast as he could up and down the sensitive lips of her hole. She continued moaning.

Suddenly, I clamped my mouth around the top of her pussy, sucking her clit inside at the same time. I rapidly ran my tongue back and forth across it. Knowing from the girl who'd taught me this trick that bolts of pleasure would be shooting up her body. Like magic she began to writhe violently up into my face. She was losing it!

My cock came free of her mouth, as she cried out, "Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah! I'm cumming. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

She rubbed her pussy hard against my face, her hands holding me between her thighs so tight that I couldn't dream of escaping. Finally, after convulsions, her hands released me, and I rolled off of her. She lay panting beside me, a big smile on her face. I spun around and gave her a kiss on her cheek, lying on my back beside her, holding my cock in the air expectantly. She looked my soldier standing at attention and then turned to me excitedly, her mouth searching. Her lips found mine and her tongue eagerly entered into my mouth. As she kissed me greedily, she swung her athletic let over my torso, quickly straddling me in the process. She raised her ass up in the air, her pussy waiting to be penetrated. Still kissing me, she reached underneath her and grabbed my cock, lifting it so that my head was touching her needy hole. She pushed downward excitedly, the lips of her vagina opening up and swallowing me inside.




Misbehaving: Day Two



Mrs. Campbell moaned as she sank down, eyes closed, breaking the kiss. I grabbed on to her ass cheeks with both hands and pulled her downward, at the same time thrusting up. We both moaned in unison and she bent over until her lips again found mine. As we frenched, my hands held her ass down against me tightly, keeping my cock buried inside her welcoming hole. But that wasn't enough for this woman. Mrs. Campbell began to slide her slick pussy up and down my long, hard shaft. She broke our kiss, sweeping her long hair out of her face before bending to kiss me again. I squeezed her ass tightly, while my other hand now caressed up and down her smooth back. I could not help but drive my dick up into the air to meet each and every one of her slow downward thrusts. Her pussy was so hot and tight around me that I couldn't stop myself from again fucking upwards a little faster. I needed more. As the pace continued to increase, my other hand latched back onto her other ass cheek, holding her in place as I began to take over.

Her groans became high pitched and carried as my cock began to piston in and out of her pussy even faster. I was jack hammering up into her pussy faster and faster and all she could do was brace herself and take it, moaning.

Then her pussy convulsed around my cock, and I felt her greasy fluid spill out around my shaft as she cried out to God. She writhed around me as I continued to drill her. Then when she was finished she fell on me, hugging me close as she lost all of her strength. 

I placed my hands on her waist and lifted her up in the air, setting her down beside me on her knees as if she was nothing but a doll. She remained on her hands and knees passively, still catching her breath as I scrambled to my knees behind her. There was that ass. Visions of that beautiful ass haunted my mind. Visions of her in her bikini. And now, there it was, naked and directly in front of me. My eyes slowly traveled up her body. From the bottoms of her feet on up the smooth skin of her sexy legs. When my glance reached her amazing thighs, I felt myself reach the peak of my desire. I placed my hands on her gorgeous bottom and bent down. I kissed her left cheek, spreading both a little as I moved to kiss her right one. Her asshole was now totally exposed, as well as the lips of her pussy that lay underneath. I bent lower and kissed those tantalizing pussy lips, sucking them into my mouth every time.

"Oh, Marc!" she cried, but she remained passively on her hands and knees as I sucked her.

Mrs. Campbell parted her legs a little wider for me, granting me full access. Her pussy was actually dripping. And I slipped my tongue inside, tasting her as I pressed my face between her the cheeks of her ass. Finally I pulled back, unable to take any more. I straightened up behind her and positioned myself behind her.

I ran my think jock down the crack of her ass until I felt the succulent dampness of her pussy. She was so wet that she sucked me inside a little with ease. I placed my hands on either side of her hips, holding her steady. Then I pushed forward roughly.

She groaned with pleasure as I forced most of myself all the way inside her little pussy in one stroke. I held her tightly, pushing forward, physically making her cunt take the rest of my cock.

"You are so big, baby," she moaned.

I could have made a similar comment about the tightness of her pussy, considering that she was the mother of four children and in her late forties. But who wanted to talk? I was feeling way too damn fine and all I wanted to fuck the shit out of her!

Holding onto her, I slowly eased out of her, watching her lips pull outwards along with my cock. Then suddenly I slammed back into her, causing the cheeks of her stunning ass to shake. Then I began a rhythm, sliding in and out of her, immediately taking on a furious pace. We slap, slap, slapped against each other, my balls hitting her ass and the sounds of sex resounded throughout the room.

I fucked her as fast and as hard as I could from behind.

Mrs. Campbell continued to moan each time I penetrated her. I was feeling incredible, this woman was just too fucking hot! She fell forward onto the bed, and I quickly slipped out of her. But she quickly rolled onto her back, spreading her gorgeous legs wide and offering me her tight little pussy. Her feet were in the air and I grabbed onto one in each hand, holding them higher and spreading her legs wider as I positioned myself between them. I impatiently entered her again, thrusting forward.

She grunted and arched her head back. It felt amazing! I began sliding in and out of her pussy, thrusting quickly as I was nearing the point of no return. Then suddenly I was losing it! A few more thrusts and I was pulling my cock out of her pussy.

My cock spasmed, shooting a stream of white fluid across her stomach. Gasping for breath, she opened her eyes and watched me cum on her naked body. When the last of my juice fired out the end, I released her feet and fell to the bed to lie against her. We kissed softly for a few minutes, trying to catch our breath.

"Chris?" a masculine voice hollered from beneath us, "Are you home?"

"Shit," said Mrs. Campbell, momentarily startled, "He's home. You better get back to your room."

I groaned, "I left my clothes back downstairs," I said wearily.

"Don't worry about it," she said, giving me a quick kiss, "He never goes out by the pool."

I got up to hurry to my room buck naked, cock slapping between my legs. I had only just gotten the door closed and walked over to my suitcase to grab some clothes when I heard a knock on the door. Mr. Campbell entered without waiting for an invitation.

"Oh, sorry," he said finding me in my apparent state of undress.

My back was to him so he couldn't see my half hard cock pointing out.

"Ummm," I stuttered, looking behind me at him over my shoulder. "I was getting ready to take a shower," I said unable to think of anything else.

"I thought you and the girls could just go out to dinner tonight before you go hit the bars," he said smiling, "I was hoping that I might have some alone time with my wife. We don't get that very often."

"Sure, no problem," I said, "That'd be great."

"Good," he said, "Well, I'll let you get on with it."

Christ, I thought, that was a close one. I wasn't exactly sure how I would have explained to this man, who was old enough to be my father, that I'd just fucked his hot wife six ways from Sunday in his own bed.

I only hoped that Mrs. Campbell was quick to cover the rest of our tracks.

* * *

When I'd gotten out of the shower, I found my shorts, tank top and boxer neatly folded on the end of the bed. Apparently she had rescued them, and us, from imminent capture by the enemy. I found this whole situation very amusing and very erotic. I mean when you are a thirteen year old boy you have fantasies about women. Mrs. Campbell, I am not ashamed to say, had certainly been one of them. Although the summer I had turned thirteen, which was ten months before I lost my own virginity, I clearly had not seen her as anything more than a dream lover for the occasional jack off session. Now I was a man grown. Not just that, but a man of significant experience with a contingent of satisfied women stretching from the eventful moment when I'd fucked Kelley Sue, through college and a stay in Los Angeles, and now going global in the Marines. I will brag and say that by this time I was easily in the triple digits as far as sex partners went. Hell I was well into the double digits while I was still in high school. I'm a sex fiend. I can't help myself. But this experience had been something altogether different. This was a special fantasy. A really old fantasy. And she was a hot fantasy. I can safely say that I haven't had a lot of older women, that is to say significantly older women. Though for her age Mrs. Campbell oozed mature sex appeal and, as I've said before, I could only hope my future wife was still as attractive at that age.

I worked my way downstairs and Mr. and Mrs. Campbell where there drinking beers, one of which they offered me, and which I gladly accepted. Mrs. Campbell had a glow about her that made her look twenty years younger. A fuck does a body good apparently. Having had a much younger and perhaps more virile young man had maybe given her a much needed boost to her sagging self confidence.

We chatted for a bit. Jeremy was still working and had plans. The girls would be coming home shortly, except for Jenna of course, who was going to be with the other debs doing Lord knows what. So I was stuck with husband and wife for a while, which of course for me was as awkward as hell. How do you sit down and have a beer with a man whose wife you just clandestinely fucked, with her still in the room, while maintaining a straight face? I tell it made not want to have any affairs when I got married.

Still things were civil and Mrs. Campbell was so doting that it bordered on the absurd. I'm sure she felt she was overcompensating. I just wanted to fuck her again and I was having a hard time keeping my eyes where they should be.

We were standing around the kitchen. Apparently Mrs. Campbell had given everyone the night off. I breathed a sigh of relief when the phone rang and Mr. Campbell decided to take it in his office. We could hear his voice carrying from the other room and I had a bright idea. Actually it was a hard idea.

I so wanted this woman again.

"Marc, what are you doing?" she urgently whispered to me as I pushed her against the sink and spun her around to enter her doggy style, "Greg is in the other room."

"Chris," I murmured in her ear, "You clearly need to be fucked again."

She audibly moaned when she heard me unzip my fly behind her. I pulled out my cock, which quickly grew in my palm. I jacked myself a few times to harden up, but it really wasn't necessary. The illicit nature of our activity had me growing long and hard all by itself.

I lifted up the back of her skirt and found that she'd gone commando.

"You aren't wearing any panties you dirty slut," I murmured in her ear.

"It's all for you," she whispered back.

I realized that there wasn't a lot of time, so I didn't spend what I had of it on preliminaries. She was very wet and I fed my cock to her hungry pussy with ease, stroking in and out with a pleasant eagerness, picking up speed as I went.

She was braced against the counter and was doing everything within her power to keep from shouting out her pleasure and giving us away. The only real noise in the room was the audible slapping noise my cock made when it entered her pussy, but it wasn't loud enough to be heard by her husband in the other room.

I was really feeling this and reached up around in front of this woman to feel her tits through her blouse. She had such a wonderful pussy. I didn't know from experience, but it seemed amazing for a woman this old and I couldn't figure out why Mr. Campbell didn't want to make use of it more often.

Suddenly there was silence from Mr. Campbell's office and I stopped thrusting momentarily.

Then Mr. Campbell called out, "Hey, Chris!"

I started thrusting again slowly.

She was having a hard time articulating.

"Yes?" she half cried, half yelled.

"Do you want tickets to see Carmen at the opera in two weeks? Chad can get us some seats if you want to go."

Just then I started really pounding her and she bit her lip to keep from screaming. Finally she managed a weak, "Yes."

"What?" he hollered from the other room, "I can't hear you."

"Yes," she cried out, "Yes! Yes! God damn it, yes!"

I actually had to laugh, but I was not ready to cum and we didn't have enough time for me to finish. I stroked her for a little while longer, but I could hear that Mr. Campbell's conversation was winding down. I pulled out, with a very audible sound, leaving her pussy with a huge void, and stuffed my python back into my jeans.

"Fuck!" she moaned, "Don't stop now."

In response I stuck two fingers from my right hand into her pussy and finger fucked her for a few seconds as I said, "Fuck your husband you dirty bitch."

I used so much effort that I almost lifted her off the ground with my hand.

"I may have to," she grunted miserably.

She let out a long moan and I quickly moved away from her and back towards the fridge around the kitchen island. This was partly to hide my boner and partly to avoid being totally obvious. I was careful to make sure that Mrs. Campbell's skirt fell back down to cover her naked ass.

Mr. Campbell sauntered into the room looking very pleased with himself. Mrs. Campbell was still in the same position I'd left her earlier, trying to collect herself.

"Chrissy are you all right?" he asked.

After a pregnant pause she said, "I think the pool should be cleaned Greg, don't you?"

She was gazing at the pool from where she'd been standing. Mr. Campbell grabbed his beer and came up next to her.

"Probably," he said, taking a swig.

As he did so, he clearly grabbed his wife's ass and gave it a firm squeeze. He had to be aware that I was standing right there with a full view of everything. So it was, in my opinion, a territorial move calculated to let the younger male in the house know his place, especially as I'd expressed an interest in his wife, no matter how clearly in passing. He probably was trying to reassert some of his alpha masculinity.

If he only knew where my cock had just been.

I was saved from any further peril by the timely arrival of Elizabeth and Melanie.

"Are you ready to go Marc?" asked Melanie boisterously, "We just need a minute to change and we can head out."

"Anytime," I said, calmly, "Oh, and by the way, I invited Dave Roberts to join us. I hope you don't mind? He was all by himself tonight."

Melanie positively licked her lips as I mentioned Dave, her face glowing. Elizabeth gave me a quizzical look, but smiled and said, "The more the merrier."

The girls went upstairs to change. Mr. Campbell had a sour look on his face. I knew that would get his goat, the old bastard. For some reason he had it out for Dave Roberts although I had no clear idea why. But I wasn't feeling Christian enough at that moment to let him know that Dave Roberts had no designs on his daughter.

Or at least not the daughter he was worried about.

* * *

After meeting up with Dave, we were enjoying an evening of sightseeing and had a particularly excellent dinner. The night fell hot and sticky and as we walked along the boardwalk my cotton shirt had become stuck to my body like a second skin. The girls were both wearing dresses that clung suggestively to their bodies.

It was Elizabeth's idea to go to the bar down by the wharf. 

Only Dave was under the age of twenty-one but the smart bugger had a fake ID with him, so it didn't slow us down any. It was a good time, playing pool and flirting. Even Elizabeth seemed to lighten up and she brushed against me on more than one occasion, although after an afternoon of rocking sex with her mother I could afford to play it cool. Dave hung pretty close to Melanie and although he wasn't trying to be obvious, he did grab her ass a couple times. She remained unfazed by his bold gestures.

We'd thrown back quite a few longnecks and, surveying the bottles lined up in front of me, I heard the call of nature.

"I gotta take a piss ladies," I said, "Please do excuse me for a minute."

"I'll come with you man," said Dave.

"I don't need you to hold it for me," I said laughing and punching Dave on the shoulder.

We'd gotten quite close in the matter of a couple hours, Dave and I. He was my kinda dude. Total frat boy. Total player.

I was washing my hands when he came up next at the sink after his turn at the urinal.

"So, man," he said, "Do you have any money?"

"Why dude?" I asked.

"We're gonna need some condoms," he said matter of factly.

"What the fuck?" I asked him, "I know you're probably in with Melanie, but there's no fucking way. I've known these girls my whole life. Besides you said Elizabeth was like ice."

"Maybe," he said, "But trust me on this bro. Chalk it up to global warming, but we're gonna need some raincoats."

I thought he was totally off his head. But I humored him and put some money in the condom dispenser near the doorway. He insisted we get enough to be fully covered, so I stuffed several in my pocket and handed him the rest.

"You're dreaming dude," I said as we walked out of the bathroom.

But I changed my mind when we returned to the table. As we came up behind the girls, they were finishing a conversation.

"He's how big?" asked Elizabeth in a bewildered tone.

"And thick too," said Melanie, "I can still feel him inside me."

"And he can bone?" asked Elizabeth incredulously.

"Oh, yes!" said Melanie with a deep satisfaction.

"Hey," I said, coming up behind Melanie, "What're y'all talking about?"

"This incredible lay that Mel had last night."

"So I wasn't dreaming?" I asked her a little stunned.

"Why did you ever think that?" she asked me, and proceeded to lean over and give me a long open mouth kiss on the lips.

Dave let out a little whoop and someone at a table near us suggested none too politely that we get a room.

"We've come a long way since we were kids Marc," said Elizabeth, after I'd pulled my mouth away from her sister, licking her sweetness off my lips.

"I've had Peter," she continued, "And now I think you're old enough to take out for a test drive."

Melanie looked very pleased with herself. She sat next to her sister grinning like the Cheshire cat.

"When did you fuck my brother?" I asked Elizabeth, still tasting the sweetness of Melanie on my lips.

"In your grandmother's house the day everyone went on that tour of the French Quarter. Everyone was away except for us. He took my cherry and I took his."

She had a faraway look in her eyes as she said it. And I vaguely remembered the details of a hazy afternoon years before in New Orleans. It was interesting to note that my brother had been fifteen when he'd lost his virginity, a year and a half older than me. And the asshole had never told me about it! Wow, there were all kinds of skeletons in this family's closet and in mine.

"He wasn't very good," she continued, "But then again neither was I. We were young. But what he lacked in experience he made up for in size. I haven't found a cock that big since. And believe me, I've been looking."

"It's been very disappointing," agreed Melanie sympathetically, "But don't worry cause you'll get one tonight. Marc inherited all the right genes. Isn't that right Marc?"

I nodded at her, smirking, "And where did you plan on doing this little deed?" I asked.

"At a hotel of course," said Elizabeth, "I booked us a room earlier."

I looked askance at Dave and he looked back at me as if to say 'I told you so'.

"Okay," I said, "I hope I can live up to your expectations. It's been a long day and I don't know what I've got left to give."

"She got to you, didn't she?" said Melanie suddenly in disgust, "That fucking bitch."

"Who?" I asked sweetly.

"Our fucking mother," said Elizabeth, "Don't bother to deny it, it's written right across your face."

I looked at Dave again.

"I told you she's a mother I'd like to fuck," he said, all shit eating grin, "Fuck over and over and over again."

"You've nailed Mrs. Campbell?" I asked him somewhat shocked to realize that I'd fallen for a routine earlier. But not really minding that much.

"Shit, man," he said, putting his arm around Melanie, "Everyone but Mr. Campbell has been fucking Mrs. Campbell."

"I bet she found you very appealing," said Elizabeth, her hand reaching down to boldly massage my package, "Especially after Melanie told her how much fun she'd had the night before. That must have been very romantic Marc. Waking up in the middle of the night with a cocksucker working your dick like that. Melanie and I flipped a coin, but the dirty little slut won. I've never had a Marine before and I want to see if your cock is as hard as the rest of you."




Misbehaving In Silence



It was ten minutes to close and most of the student body had left due to the weather. The automatic cue of the library announcement from the overhead intercom was a welcomed reprieve of what had been a very long night due to upcoming finals. She made her way around the second to the back aisle. Her hands were full. She eyed the titles in earnest, looking for the correct placement of a certain book. She caught a glimpse of them through an opening between the books. Before her mind could comprehend what she was witnessing, Marissa's ears honed in. She could hear the ragged, heavy panted breaths. She became excited by the drawn out moans of ecstasy and excited grunts. The smell of perfume, cologne, sweat and musk mingled heavily in the air. The foggy windows which showcased the evening's rainstorm were the perfect backdrop to the emerging scene. She saw a discarded t-shirt upon the marble floor. The woman hunched over a small table, long blonde curls awry. Plaid mini skirt pulled up to her lower back. Marissa couldn't tear her eyes from the normally desolate corner of the library. 

She watched in silence. Her mind numb, half in disgust, half appalled at her own depravity in watching them. She watched the well-toned back muscles of the young man coil and release as he thrust inside the petite perfectly tanned blonde. His brown hair showed signs of sweat, swaying with every movement. The blonde's white blouse showcasing her ample breasts heaving, strained to get out of her bra from the pounding her body was receiving. Marissa caught her breath, unconsciously licked her lips. Anticipation washed over her. She stood there unabashedly watching. As she watched, her body tingled. She caught herself chewing on her bottom lip. She wondered what it would be like to have been in the young woman's place. She wished to feel a hard cock thrusting in and out of her. Feel the tight coiling in her loins. The suppressed heat of two bodies joined together. She felt it starting, a need growing deep within her. She had repressed it for years now. 

She saw the young man's thrusts quicken and still behind her. His grip on her hips tightened. Marissa heard the guttural cries of the young woman's release moments before the man's growl of accomplishment. His grip loosed upon her hips. He silently pulled out of her. The young woman straightened herself upright. The man leaned forward and planted a sudden quick kiss to the back of her neck. He looked down at his watch. He picked up his t-shirt from the cold marble floor. Watched him stretch it over her arms and head letting it drape precariously over his strong shoulders, cover his pecs and hide the washboard abs from sight. She watched as he leaned in close once more. His near silent words were barely audible to anyone but the woman he was fucking. She watched his tongue snake around the woman's earlobe. The young woman shuddered as he pulled away. 

Marissa's mind went into a daydream like state as she wondered what it would feel like to be so sexually attractive to someone. The images that flooded her mind were intense. Marissa sighed. Her grip relaxed. The books crashed to the floor. The sudden noise, caused her to jump as reality quickly came flooding back. She instinctively dropped to her knees and began picking up the books which were in disarray. She collected the books back into order the young couple had finished reassembling their outfits and were proceeding to leave as they stopped at the end of the aisle she was in. 

"Did you enjoy the show?" the young man smirked as he let out a superior snicker. He turned to leave. His hands entwined with the young woman's. He began to gently pull her along. 

"Well, did you?" The woman remarked snottily. Her superior tone, unabashed glare and quiet derogatory sound in her laughter unnerved Marissa. The couple was the elite rich kids, whose fathers' wealthy contributions kept the library open. 

"C'mon babe, Let's get out of here. Leave the heifer to her work." His words were hushed, cruel and biting. The male's voice was low and intimidating. Marissa refused to allow them to get to her. They were privileged. She was here through a scholarship she had won. The little bit she made through work-study afforded her a way to eat among other expenses she incurred at the campus. 

The couple walked confidently down the aisle to the elevator that was reserved for staff and handicapped only. The elevator opened up to reveal the janitor with his cart full of cleaners mops, brooms and garbage pail. Few words were exchanged as the janitor pointed to the stairs. The young man's face reddened. His forehead furled with wrinkles at having been directed to the stair case. Marissa chuckled at how arrogant the couple was while walking begrudgingly down the steps. A few minutes later the intercom broke the silence with its automated announcement that the library was now closed. 

Marissa smiled contentedly as she waved good night to the head librarian. The door closed shut with a heavy bang. She jumped at the sudden echoing silence as she watched the pelting sheets of rain continue to pour down obscuring the view. She nervously eyed the deserted aisles. Her heart beat rapidly. She was alone finally. The idea made her wet just thinking about it. She filled the return cart with the last load of books as she pushed the heavy metal rolling cart effortlessly towards the elevator. 

Stepping out onto the top floor of the library with the return cart partially loaded with a few odds and ends. It was time for a break. The sudden sound of thunder rolling through the building made her legs weak. In awe, of the force it took to cause the earth and steel around her to tremor beneath her feet. She slowly walked back to her favorite spot in the library, book in hand. She gingerly ran her fingertips over the embossed hardcover edition of Hemingway's collection of titles. She turned down one of the middle aisles. There was a small coveted sanctuary. It contained two beautiful lounge chairs, one on each side of the small furniture grouping with a large circular coffee table and potted palms surrounded by massive towering wooden bookcases looming ominously overhead. The clean smell of orange cleaner from the freshly washed tiles floors mixed with the vanilla scented candles wafted up to her. She looked around before settling in on the oversized lounge chair towards the back wall amid some of the rarest collections of books, among the many columns of books. The campus was enshrouded by sheets of unending rain. The words of some of the greatest authors of the early 21st century resounded in her imagination. She could almost hear the authors' voices themselves, telling tales in her mind. Their written words dripped from her imagination onto her lips like honey. She was mesmerized by the thought provoking words of Hemingway's novel Man and Sea. 

In her imagination, she could almost hear Hemingway narrating the story for her. The tone and infliction of his voice upon his chosen words called to her deep in her mind as she cuddled up in the lounge chair. She fell into the captivating spell of the written word as she devoured every consonant and vowel that made up the classic literature. Hemingway's words made her warm with desire as she began imagining him speaking to her. She loved the infliction of a deep baritone voice, which she had been told Hemingway had. Her imagination conjured up an image of a debonair gentleman with women hanging off his every word. 

The sound of the rain hitting the roof and the windows. Her brain conjured up all sorts of interesting images as the rain pelted the windows and the rooftop with a furious unrelenting stream of raindrops. Tonight was one of those nights that she was glad to be alone. As she sat there quietly amidst the prose she envisioned Hemingway speaking directly to her. She imagined the women swooning over his every word. The idea made her hot. A breathy moan escaped her lips at the idea. 

"If I was you I wouldn't be so vocal. These halls have a way of carrying sounds." There came a deep resonating male voice with a rich infliction from the other side of the column of books from where she sat. Marissa let out a startled yelp at the sudden intrusion. 

Her eyes widened then narrowed. Before she could get to her feet the new custodian came around the corner to empty the trash bins. He was kind of cute for a guy. Rumor had it he was home on leave from the Army. He had been the talk of the library. He made the older librarians swoon. They said he reminded them of a young Cary Grant. 

"I'm sorry. It was just a failed attempt at some library humor." 

"Oh, don't apologize. It was funny, really." She reddened in the face and took a reassuring breath. 

"You startled me! I didn't realize you were there." She said standing up so she could get a better look at him as he passed by. 

"Hmm... must have been a good book. It's kinda hard not to hear me coming with the racket I'm making." He pushed the rolling cleaning unit a bit further ahead demonstrating the loud noise it made. 

"Yeah, I guess you could say that." Her face began reddening even more. 

"I'm... err... Marissa." She stammered as butterflies welled up in her stomach. "What's your name?" 

"Hi, Marissa, I'm Brayden. It's nice to meet someone as lovely as you, especially here." His eyes wandered around the lonely library out through the windows of the University campus. 

"With the way you just expelled you're breathe with that moan on the end I can understand why some men have fantasies about librarians, especially if they look as hot as you do." 

"Why thank you." She said shyly. It wasn't every day that a guy like him even looked her way let alone complimented her. 

"Well, you have a good night ma'am. I didn't mean to intrude." Brayden said turning to leave. 

"Err... thanks, um... ok, you too. I meant you look hot as well." She said as she watched him continue down the corridor. 

She collapsed back into the lounge chair and gave a loud sigh of relief. As soon as she was assured he was out of eye sight, she settled back into the cozy lounger. Once again she was transported into another realm. She read on envisioning the man behind the words, the voice beneath the facade. Before long she was totally immersed into the book. Her imagination conjured up sultry images of Hemingway, Brayden and her. Her mind raced with the thoughts of the brazen couple earlier. 

She felt the urge to slip her hand beneath her skirt. Slowly letting her hands wander beneath the hem of the skirt's waistband. The slow anticipation of her fingers meeting the solid sateen of her panty line. She eased aside the thin silky cloth that hid her most private of areas. She eased passed the soft curls that hid the coveted slit beneath. She began caressing the pink flesh below the soft patch which hid the soft lips revealing a small piece of skin which held so many nerve endings. Every time her finger stroked it, she murmured out loud as her body suddenly responded beneath even the lightest of touches. 

She sat in the quietness of the library. She remembered the female student, the long hair draping down her shoulders, messed up. How gorgeous she looked as her lover took her there in the aisle bent over a table. Marissa wondered if she would ever feel that gorgeous around any man let alone a lover. With a sigh she pulled the scrunchie from her hair. Fiery red waves billowed softly from the confines, draping softly over her shoulders and down her back. She closed her eyes and allowed her other senses come to life once more. She thought about the images of the couple as she began fingering herself once more. Her breathing began to speed up and her senses became heightened, the thought of only having a few precious minutes to herself made her heady. 

Her fingers eased in and out as she brought her juice slicked fingers out to the sacred tip of skin as she began to speed up her fingers circling the nub causing her breathing to hitch as she changed her direction for a bit before rubbing it up and down. She chewed on her bottom lip as she tried to control her breathing as her body began to expend warmth throughout her torso to her limbs. 

Every noise now seemed more intense and the possibility of her getting caught here in the library made the warmth she felt increase as she neared the edge of her own release. A soft moan escaped her lips. Her muscles tensed up. She had finally reached climax as her body filled with spasms. Tears of relief flowed unrestrained as her legs convulsed from the tension her body had created as lightning flashed outside illuminating the darkened aisles. She lay panting as she pulled her hand from her skirt, satiated. The sound of rain mirrored the wetness between her legs. A clap of thunder rolled through the campus library reminiscent of how the orgasm left her body reeling in its euphoric delights. She laid there silently unmoving for a few minutes as she watched the storm rage outside through the huge floor to ceiling windows that were on the other side of the staircase. 

The campus church bell rang out its hourly chime bringing her back to reality. Marissa looked at her watch to confirm the chiming bell. Realizing that it was after midnight and she decided that it was time to put the book up for the night. Lightning flashed and thunder boomed once more as the lights flicked on and off for a mere split second. Lightning still scared her, and thunder unnerved her. She stood up to straighten herself and flipped her hair out of her face. She put the collective works back on its appropriate shelf. 

She hurried down the hallway to the stairwell which led to the lower levels. She got only to the fourth step down when thunder struck close overhead causing the concrete beneath her to shudder in its wake as the lights to the library went dark plummeting Marissa into a world of darkness. The sudden loss of light disoriented her causing her to lose her balance and trip on the step beneath her. Pain welled up instantly in her ankle almost taking her breath away. 

She let out a sharp cry. She couldn't help but scream from the sharp pain that radiated from her ankle. She watched as the lights flickered on and off several times as the generator lights fought to come on. Worried that her ankle was busted she tried to stand up only to have the pain shoot thru her body like a knife. She tried to ease herself back down upon the steps and not do any further damage. 

She pulled her cellphone from her pocket and tried to call 911 for help. The cell was dead from the storm. The sudden quietness of the building scared her. As far as she could remember she was the only one left in the building. Out of the darkness of the back of the library came a brilliant white beam that seemed to be jostling around quite a bit as it went haphazardly up and down the aisles coming closer and closer to her. 

"Marissa, what's wrong?" Brayden asked above the noise of the thunder rolling through the library once more. 

"It's my ankle." She cried. "I'm here on the steps." 

"Can you walk on it?" Brayden asked. 

"No, I think it's busted." She winced from the pain still coursing through the tender ankle. 

"Ok stay right there. Don't move." 

Her scream had not gone unheeded. The unbelievably bright light from the flashlight below had landed on her face acting as a spotlight. 

She instinctively reached up her arm to block the blinding light from her eyes. Brayden kept the light trained on her as he somehow made his way up the massive steps to where she was lying unable to move. "Ok, Marissa. I want you to wrap your arms around my neck. I can't have you lying here on the concrete steps like this." He commanded. She shook her head that she understood. But she refused to allow him to pick her up. 

"I'll hurt you if you try to pick me up." She was afraid her weight would be an issue for him. 

"Listen to me Marissa. I've picked up bigger men, heavier men than you during a line of fire. You're not going to hurt me one bit." 

"I'm not?" Her eyes were quizzical. She stared at him in disbelief. 

"No, you're not." He said handing her the flashlight and positioned himself to scoop her up gently into his arms. Her arms went around his neck on instinct. She used one hand to shine the light on the steps so he didn't trip. From there he carried her back to the lounge chair she was at earlier. He lit the candles that were on the coffee table. He gently placed her on the chaise lounge but Marissa was hesitant to let go of him. 

"I'll be right back. I'm going to go get some more candles, look for a first aid kit and some pain reliever." He said as he helped her detach her arms from around his neck. He took the flashlight and disappeared into the inky blackness. Thunder rumbled through the empty building echoing in its wake as lightning flashed throwing around shadows off the books, paintings and hideous stone carvings of gargoyles that watched over the hallowed grounds of the University Library. 

After what felt like an hour alone in the darkness she saw the flashlight coming up the stairs once more. Moments later Brayden was sitting in a chair he dragged over next to the lounge chair. He opened a garbage bag and began placing the found items on the coffee table. A few more candles, a bucket with ice, a plastic bag which he filled from the bucket, a bandage, couple of towels, a bottle of red wine and two glasses. He popped the cork on the wine and poured Marissa a glass. 

"It'll help with the pain." He said as he handed her the glass. She took the offered glass and sipped the bitter red wine. Brayden took off her shoe. Examining it by candle light, he gently wrapped her ankle in a towel, applied the bag of ice, and bandaged it up. 

"Well I'm happy to report it's not broken but you do have a nasty sprain." By the time he finished Marissa had finished her glass of wine. He poured her another glass as well as himself one. 

Marissa took another sip and hurried to wipe off her lips before the pungently bitter wine could run down. She murmured contentedly. 

"Thank you," she stated. "How long do you think before the lights come back on?" 

"I'm not sure. We are locked in here till they come back on." 

"I can't even get a signal for my cell phone." 

"Mine neither. Give me a sec. I saw a phone on one of the columns earlier." Brayden got up and quickly headed in the direction of the column. He was back a few minutes later. 

"Apparently the storm has knocked out a phone line. The landline is dead." 

"Now what do we do?" 

"We wait it out. I guess we can always find something to read." He smirked. Marissa saw the indent of a dimple in the corner of his mouth. She couldn't help but stare. The candle light mesmerized her, casting its soft glow upon Brayden's rugged features. She admitted to herself he was very handsome. Her eyes focused on his lips. She watched him take a languid sip of wine. Her eyes followed the contours of his lips. They were perfect for kissing. 

She felt a bit warm and unbuttoned her blouse a bit more. Marissa attributed it to the wine. She glanced up at him and found him looking intently at her. Heat radiated through her cheeks. Lightning crackled outside illuminating the library in a blinding light for a mere second or two. A moment later thunder boomed. Marissa was startled. Her heart jumped into her throat. She caught herself trying to hold back a scream of panic. Brayden leapt to Marissa's side trying to comfort her. He gently pushed back the fiery red waves away from her face. She reached up guiding his hand from her hair. Slowly brought it down, turned her head exposing her cheek to the warmth of his hand. His hand seared her cheek with his touch. 

He pulled his hand away. Trying to distract himself he topped off her glass once more and refilled his. To keep himself occupied he stood up with the flashlight in hand and walked over to the columns of books. He wasn't there long before selecting a hardcover book. Marissa felt embarrassed. Maybe he wasn't into her. Maybe she had misread his signals. Maybe it was the wine. 




Misbehaving In Silence



She figured he was uncomfortable with her size. Most people were shady when it came right down to it over her size. She wasn't overly obese. She had ample curves. She was proud of her body in fact. At least hers didn't come with a price tag and possible health risks like some of the girls on campus. He came back to sit beside her on the oversized lounge, book in hand. He flipped through a few pages and settled upon a few passages. His voice conjured up a lot of images. She sat still, quietly listening. He chose his words carefully. The deep baritone was having a powerful effect on her. The enunciation of the words he read burrowed deep into her soul. She felt goose bumps prickle her tender skin. As Brayden read erotic utterings she felt her body responding to the passion in his voice. Watching his lips in amazement, she felt heady. Every time he'd pause to take a sip her imagination went wild. His voice made her have daydreams of forbidden acts and sexually explicit fantasies. All of which involved him. 

She dreamt what it would be like to lick the remnants of the wine from his lips. As he continued to read she found her nipples aching and her clit becoming moist with desire. Not just by the words but due to his voice. She closed her eyes her breath began to quicken. His lips brushed tenderly against hers before becoming firmer in their acquisition. His tongue searching out the soft swells of her pout perfect lips. The watermelon flavor of her lip gloss added to the exploration of his lips upon hers. She parted her lips allowing him access to her tongue. His kiss left her breathless, it was all consuming. She wanted more. He lay down beside her. He found himself staring into her emerald colored eyes. The book fell from his hand as he leaned in to cradle the back of her neck as he kissed her once again. 

He appeared clean cut, had a bit of curl that escaped the back and sides of his light brown hair. His hazel eyes flickered with golden specks in the candlelight, highlighting his square jaw and perfect nose. She felt compelled to reach out. Was he real or just a figment of her imagination? She caressed the side of his face feeling the sharp stubble of a fresh shave beginning to grow. It felt so right. He bent his head closer to her. 

The smell of his cologne was enticing to her senses. She couldn't resist the attraction she had for him. She tentatively pressed her lips gently to his. She enjoyed running her fingers thru the soft curls on the left side of his face. Emboldened by his return as he held her by the nape of the neck and deepened the kiss keeping the slight contact till she broke the tender embrace. 

His voice became a bit gravely. He was finding Marissa even more attractive and vulnerable in the candlelight. He knew that he shouldn't be taking advantage of her like this but the smell of her perfume alone made his heart rush blood to areas he wished he controlled. 

"Mmm... I love your voice." Marissa admitted sheepishly. 

"Really now... I think I can oblige you in that area." Braydon said as he watched her body shudder from raw need at his words. He smiled at her reaction. 

"Come here you fiery little word vixen you." He added. Marissa's body responded to his voice immediately. Her panties were now soaked. Oh how she wanted to enjoy this moment forever. 

"Tell me what you want." He stated boldly. 

"I want to show you what your voice does to me." She shyly reached for his hand. He held out his hand to her. What better way than to let her direct his hand. She directed his hand to her breasts. He could feel her aching swollen nipples thru the shirt she had on. As she continued dragging his hand down over her knotted stomach. She was spurred on further, as she brought his hand down to the bottom of her skirt. She spread apart her legs as she brought his hand up to her crotch. She placed his hand gently against her satin panties, allowing him to feel the moistened curls and sticky dampness that his voice had created. She bit her bottom lip, chewing nervously, unsure how Braydon was going to respond to her boldness. Braydon swallowed hard as he fought against his ideals and submitted to her request. He sat up slowly took off his shirt and tossed it on the floor next to the chaise lounge. 

Marissa unbuttoned her shirt revealing her classic white lacy bra with the front closure to Braydon. She loved the sculptural contours of his muscled chest with the soft dusting of hair in the candlelight. The thin dark trail of hair led from his navel to below his belt. She had to swallow hard to keep her mouth from hitting the floor. 

"Are you sure this is what you want?" He asked as he felt his cock grow even more inside his pants silently hoping that she hadn't changed her mind. 

"I'm sure." Marissa said without hesitation. He ran his strong hands over her legs as he travelled up her thighs and over her hips as he gently raised her skirt up and pulled her thong down her long legs carefully over her injured ankle. 

The pelting rain proceeded to drum rhythmically down upon the steel roof that was mere feet over them giving them a romantic rainy interlude. 

"Do you like this?" Braydon leaned over growling into Marissa's ear as he took his hand and ran it between her legs. 

Marissa could only whimper in delight at his voice so close to her ear while she enjoyed the feel of his calloused hand between her legs once more. His fingers dipping deep into her flesh as he relished the feel of her tightness. Somehow she managed to find her voice. 

"Yes!" she sighed. Her breath was heavy with need. Marissa looked longingly into Brayden's eyes. 

He eased his fingers slowly into her. The wetness of her pussy made him groan with pent up desire. He began thrusting his fingers into her several times varying each thrust till she was grabbing the fabric of the lounge chair, holding tight, and gasping from sheer pleasure. He pulled his fingers from her bringing them up to her. She stared into his amazing eyes. Instinctually took both of his fingers into her mouth. Began running her tongue up and down them, sucking them so very sensually slow. Her lips smacked together before she captured his fingers in her mouth once again. Slowly sucking his fingers clean. A sensual moan of desire fell from her lips from the act. 

He was drawn into her. He found her moistened lips wet from her own arousal very potent. He just had to taste it for himself as he bent down and captured her pouty lips with his own. Her feminine musk lingered on his lips as he pulled away. Her sweet taste made him brazen as he squeezed her breasts through the lacy bra. He felt her nipples beneath his calloused fingers, made him want to make sweet passionate love to her. The way she was meant to be made love to. 

She was an artistic creation, a masterpiece, a product of his lovemaking. "Marissa..." He whispered. Her name excited him. Her eyes brightened at the sound of her name upon his lips. It beckoned her towards an unfulfilled desire. Her motions were fluid. Her legs spread apart slightly in heated anticipation, her body responsive to the look of longing in his eyes. Braydon's hand slid over the clasp of the bra. With a gentle squeeze the fabric released its self from its bounds. Her gorgeous ample body lay in wait beneath him. 

"You're stunningly beautiful." His voice was raspy with need for her. She looked into his eyes finding acceptance. She was unable to hold back the tears that pooled in the corners of her own eyes. He gave her a moment to compose herself while he took off his shoes, socks and jeans before he sheathed himself. He was glad he had picked up the lubricated condoms. It would help her adjust to his size easier. He slowly took his time upon entry. 

Easing his semi hardened cock into her moist folds. The feel of her satiny skin as her muscles contracted around his enormous size felt amazing against him. He felt her rock her hips against him. He murmured sensual desires into her ear as he began thrusting gently into her. Her moans of pleasure reinforced his desire to make their love making last throughout the night. 

The falling rain coursing down onto the steel roof echoed the beat of their hearts. The view of the massive rivulets of rain sluicing down the windows outside made for the perfect backdrop. Braydon picked Marissa up and carried her over to the cool glass floor to ceiling windows that were tinted so no one could see in. The coolness of the glass beneath Marissa's bare skin was a welcomed reprieve since the heat between them was nothing short of scorching. He eased her up and down on his cock allowing gravity to help her with his size. 

He kept her teetering on the edge of orgasm bringing her so close then backing off each time. He carried her while his cock was still buried deep into her over to the reference desk. He leaned her over the counter and began thrusting into her. He became aroused further by her impassioned moans. He was amazed at how vocal she was. He loved the thought of her feeling him going deep inside her. It turned him on even more. He sped up his thrusts into her soaking pussy. He could barely hold back his own release. 

She attempted to get a better grip onto the reference desk as she was nearing orgasm herself. Her right hand had reached out to grab onto something to steady herself. She unconsciously grabbed the base of the intercom in her haste. She could feel him swelling up inside her, her hand slipped on the button on the microphone of the intercom. Her mouth was almost directly over the soft black pop shield. He slammed his cock into her even harder and faster now determined to cum. Their breathing was heavy, quick, and breathy. As he thrust in for the final time she climaxed so hard she screamed. 

Growling as he stilled behind her allowing his cum to finish squirting into the condom. He slowly pulled out of her. The sudden loss of close contact made Marissa realize just how weak kneed she was. Her legs shook so hard she couldn't stand. As she attempted to gain her footing she let go of the microphone and the earsplitting screech commenced. Brayden quickly eased off the condom and rolled it up in some tissues on the desk. He caught Marissa in his arms as he helped her stand. 

He sat her on the cumbersome desk before him. The remnants of Marissa's climax began to seep out onto the hardwood desk beneath her. He took the small lumbar pillow that was for the desk and placed it behind Marissa. Easing her back enough to where she was the perfect height her ass at the very edge of the desk. He got down on his knees and parted her legs. 

As he gingerly touched the swollen nub of nerves with his tongue, Marissa shuddered. Her back arched. Her breasts jutted proudly out. Brayden relished eating a woman out. It was a particular treat for him. Watching Marissa writher under his skilled attention of her body made him horny. He lapped up every drop of her orgasm. Her legs wrapped around his neck in a death grip. Her hands were running through his hair pulling gently as she bucked her hips to get his tongue in just a little deeper. 

But when she came oh god did she cum. Nothing could have prepared him for how hard she gushed. He got a mouthful plus some. Her hands relaxed and fell to her sides. She lay spent, exhausted and satiated. Her breathing was sharp and shallow. Her eyes fell shut. When she awoke she was on the lounger. Brayden gently washed her off with a warm wet washcloth and was dressing her. She helped him get her panties on which he had taken into the bathroom and rung out and dried via the hand dryer for her. Brayden helped assemble her skirt and bra and blouse just in case the lights were to come back on unexpectedly. He lay down next to her allowing her to snuggle into him. Minutes later she was fast asleep. 

As the sun rose the rain had disbursed and sunlight flooded the library. It would be a few hours yet before the school administration would come unlock the doors yet. Although tired, Brayden lay awake guarding over Marissa. When his cell phone regained power he made a couple calls. One was to the campus EMT. They arrived about fifteen minutes after the lights came back on. After filing out the incident report for the EMT's He wished her luck as he helped them place her on the gurney to get the ankle checked over. Marissa was saddened when she wasn't able to say goodbye and to thank him for the tender care of which he had taken care of her. 

A couple days following being released from the hospital, armed with crutches Marissa made her way back to the library. At the main desk was a single red rose wrapped in cellophane with a card addressed to her. 

The card was hand printed. The inside read: 

Marissa, 

I will treasure the memory always. 

Will see you tonight when we are alone once again. 

~Brayden~ 

Marissa smiled at the thought. There would definitely be a next time.