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The Judy Chronicles Ch. 01

By: judylynn666



Note: My story is about me, a cheating wife. If this is not your thing don't bother reading.

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I've decided to write about my life for the thrill of knowing that some guy will be jacking off when reading of things I done, things I have kept secret from my husbands. Thousands of you will know of many lovers while my husbands never have a clue. I've had lots of husbands. Four husbands of my own and dozens and dozens of someone Else's husbands.

My friends and family call me Judy. I was born in June of 1966. I say that the 6/66 represents the Devil in me that I think my date of birth must have planted in me. 

My Dad was thrilled to finally get a girl after three boys. I later had a younger brother and baby sister. As I got older Mom made me their caretaker whether is was change a diaper, make the beds, clean the house, cook them meals, or do the laundry. It got so that I would get up early on any day there wasn't school and go hide out in the woods. In the summer I was just plain hard to find until the chores had been done.

There were plenty of woods and plenty of places to play and hide where I grew up in Western North Carolina. We lived within a few miles of Virginia and Tennessee. Dad had us live in all three as he tried to keep up with a job. Finally Dad got a steady job in Wilkes County where he saved up a little money and had a cousin of Mom's build us a little house.

As I got older my brother and sister weren't so much trouble even though Mom would try to send them along with me to get them out of the house. On one hot day in early June after I ditched them I thought I'd slip back to the house to get a cool drink. What I got instead was a view of Mom bent over the back porch with her dress up over her back. Some man that was not Dad was behind her pumping his cock in her pussy while Mom groaned and shouted, "Fuck me with that thing!"

With older brothers and their friends around a lot I knew what was happening to Mom, she was getting fucked, and she was sure enjoying it. Being hot in the house Mom showed some good sense to take the fucking outside at the back of the house where no one was likely to see them.

Later, Mom took a waitress job in a bar to help out with the expense of feeding six kids. Dad had the impression it was a restaurant with a bar. But, it was one of the wildest bars in the county. Dad had to get up early for his job, so went to bed by 9 PM. Mom was supposed to get off work at eight, but often times we were left sitting in the car until much later. Mom would come out and tell us that she had to stay late. Someone would give her a ride home, so Dad could go home a get some rest to go to work the next day.

Soon it wasn't even an effort after a while. It was assumed Mom would get a ride home. My cousin Shirley lived across the road. We would sneak out late some nights just being girls talking and chatting in the cool night air. I guess thinking us sneaking around made us some kind of bad asses.

The first time Mom rolled up with her ride home when Shirley and I were out in the yard Shirley got a surprise lesson in life. I had told her about Mom fucking around from time to time and she would listen in awe to my stories. Dad always left the front porch light on for Mom so from the bush we were hiding behind we had a good back lit view.

The driver and Mom got out of the car and went to the back. Another man had been in the back seat. He got out and joined them. It was easy to tell that Mom was drunk again. The driver dropped his pants and underwear around his ankles and leaned back against the trunk of the car. Mom started sucking the guy's cock. I thought Shirley was going to die on the spot.

The sound of the Mom sucking the man off was pretty noisy, but not loud enough to wake anyone in the house. After a few minutes the man went rigid and Mom gagged a little. Wiping her mouth a little she spoke to the man.

"Damn it, Johnny. You always could cum more than I could swallow."

Whoever Johnny was he pulled up his clothes, stuffed his dick back in his pants, and got back in the car behind the wheel. Mom moved over to the other man. The guy had been stroking his cock while he watched Mom suck off the driver. Shirley were straining in the darkness of where we were hiding to get a better look. The guy's cock was quite a bit bigger than the driver's. Probably about eight inches. Mom was shoving her face down on it until she had her nose buried against his pubic bone.

"Fuck, Baby! You know I love it when you take in the whole thing, but it always makes me bust my nut too soon."

I guess Mom was trying to answer with her mouth full of cock. All we could hear was a mumble. Then the man blew his load down Mom's throat with his cock buried all the way to the base.

"You give one hell of a blowjob. Yet, I'd still rather had been fucking that sweet cunt of yours."

"With me being fertile right now if you had pumped that seed in me with that big cock of yours you would have knocked me up for sure. I've got a whole house full of children there. I sure don't need to add one of yours to the pot. You can fuck me again next week. You and Johnny."

Mom watched the car back out of the driveway. Then ran up the front porch steps and into the house. Within minutes she would be in bed with Dad, him having slept through the whole things. We waited for the light to go out in the bedroom. Shirley went home across the road and I slipped into our house and into the bed I shared with my little sister.

Shirley and I sneaked out a lot that summer. Watching Mom fuck one guy after another in exchange for that ride home. Then when it cooled into fall Mom would stay in the car to suck a cock or let the man fuck her. All me and Shirley could see of Mom would be the way the action inside the car steamed the windows.

Next spring brought Mom out in the open again. No one ever brought Mom home and left without at least a blowjob. Shirley and I kind of lost interest in watching Mom get boned or drain some guy's cock down her throat. The night she had four men in the yard taking turns fucking her while Dad slept a few yards away in the house still sticks in my mind.

That and one summer day when Shirley and I were supposed to catch the bus that went past our house for a ride into town to see a movie. We missed the bus. It was wash day. I knew if I went home Mom would put me to work doing the laundry, so Shirley and I hung out in the woods.

We heard someone walking towards us through the trees and brush. When we saw it was Charlie, one of our black neighbors, Shirley almost called out. I grabbed her arm when I realized there wasn't but one reason Charlie would be cutting through the woods like that.

Charlie and his family lived on a road above us higher on the mountain, and deeper into the woods. He and other relatives made up a small community of several houses that were all black families. Shirley and I played with Charlie's kids at school and sometimes they would come to our house. Charlie's visit was more of a personal nature with Mom.

We moved in closer to see what was going to happen. Dad had an old chicken house just behind the house. Shirley followed me in the little back hatch Dad used to close the chickens up at night. Through the little glass window in front we had a perfect view from about fifteen feet away. We could hear Mom like we were standing next to her.

"Charlie, where have you been?" We heard my Mom scold. "I almost came down my legs waiting for you to show up."

"The old lady had chores to be done. It took me extra time to get them done with the hardon I had from thing about getting down here and burying my cock in you."

"Don't waste any more time standing there. Get over here and put that thing in me."

We had an wringer washer on the back porch and clothes lines from post to post to hang stuff up to dry. Mom bent over the washing machine with her feet wide apart. Old Charlie came up behind her and lifted her dress.

"Aw Hell, no one can see us back here, Charlie. Let me get this dress off." Mom pulled her dress over her head and tossed it aside followed by her bra. She wasn't wearing panties.

I had never looked at my Mom as being anyone but "Mom". But, Mom had a hell of a set of tits for a mother her age. Her waist was a little thick. Her ass looked round and tight. As she bent back over the washing machine I could see that Mom kept her bush neatly trimmed above a plump set of cunt lips.

"Let's get that big thing in me!" I'd never thought of Mom with a black man before, but there was nothing in her history that said she would be opposed to taking on some black cock.

The big surprise, and I do mean big, came from Charlie. With Mom spread out in front of him Charlie slid his suspenders off his shoulders and let his pants fall to the ground. Wearing no underwear a huge cock leaped into view. I heard Shirley gasp and put her hand over her mouth. Mom was grinning at a black cock that was easily over a foot long. It had a huge bulbous head. We could see ugly veins popping from it from where we were hiding.

"My God! Do you see the size of that thing? How is your Mom going to handle it?" Shirley was in awe of what was about to happen.

I had to shut her up for fear we would be heard. I wanted, or needed to see Mom try to fuck such a huge cock.

"His balls are huge, too." Shirley added, nudging my ribs.

Mom was swaying her ass at Charlie. Her bare pussy glistening in the late morning light. Charlie moved behind her and spread her slit open with his thumbs.

"Whoa, I don't know Darlin'. Are you sure you are wet enough to take the big old slab of black meat? Maybe you better juice me up a bit with that hot mouth of yours."

"What is it about men always wanting a blow job when pussy is right there in front of them?" Mom chuckled.

We watched Mom spin around from the washing machine and drop to her knees. She had both hands on his cock. It didn't look like she could get her fingers to touch. Shirley and I tried to shift around on the little window to get a better view. Mom was getting some of it in her mouth. When she pulled it out it was amazing how much she was able to handle.

"It's your choice." Mom teased. "Blowjob or pussy? You ain't getting both."

Mom watched Charlie's expression, then giggled, jumped up off her knees and leaned back over the washing machine. With her womanhood exposed again to Charlie we could see the old washer shake Mom's big tits and cause her ass to jiggle just enough to be enticing to the big black neighbor.

"Let's get to it. I need that cock in me. I'm right on the edge of being fertile, so you be ready to pull out before you cum in me. You got that?"

"Yeah, I got it." Charlie had a look on his face like he didn't much care. If he knocked Mom up it would be her problem.

Cock in hand, he stepped up behind Mom. He didn't even rub it up and down her slit. He just popped the head inside Mom and punched in about half of the huge cock in a few strokes. Shirley sucked in her breath beside me. I couldn't believe my Mom could take something that big inside her. That got even more incredible as Charlie worked his black cock the rest of the way in Mom's overstuffed cunt.

Mom started moaning pretty loud. "Fuck me Charlie. Bury that big black cock deep in me. Fill me up with your black seed!"

The pace was quickening. Charlie would pull almost the full length out of Mom, then almost fall back into her.

"I thought you said to pull out when I cum" Charlie panted.

"No, cum in me. I need to feel your cum spurt inside me. Shove it all the way in and dump your load where it can do me some good."

"Old Charlie's balls deep in your white married cunt. Are you ready?"

We could see his ass clench as he humped into Mom. Where all that cock was going was a mystery to the both of us. Mom started to holler out for his to fuck her harder. Then they both froze as obviously Charlie had filled her with his black seed. In a few minutes Charlie pulled back, his cock coming out with a audible plop. A stream of hot cum dribbled from her stretched cunt and onto the cement of the porch.

Shirley grabbed my arm as his cock looked even larger when it came and we were realizing that he had all that inside Mom.

"Look at thing on him! It looks like my uncle's stud horse's cock sliding out of a brood mare."

I'd seen that myself one time. It was an amazing comparison when I thought about it.

That memory of Mom was all I could see when I would look at her until this day. All those things she did that would have hurt Dad if he only knew. Mom divorced him some years later when she decide she wanted my step-father with his large cock and big bank account. As far as I know Dad was the steady worker and father that never had a clue.

I got out of the mountains that Autumn. My first husband was six years older than me. He had a good heavy equipment job in Maryland. He wanted me because he thought I was young, sweet, and above all a virgin. And, I was ... all of those things.

Dad signed for me to get married as I was not yet legal age. I was married at sixteen and had a daughter when I was seventeen. We were still living in a trailer when I turned eighteen. We had two children then, our marriage was good, but my husband's bouts withdrinking became a factor. I wanted out of the trailer and into a house for my kids. The money he drank and gambled away could have made a down payment on a home as well as do better for us all.

During all this I made a friend Becky that also lived in the trailer park. She was from West Virginia. We got together and joked about how the locals called us "Goats" because we came in from the mountains. Becky was twenty and had two kids of her own. Her husband, Gary, was mean and controlling. Men in the trailer park thought that being from the hills made us inclined to fuck. That wasn't so much true, but it made Becky's husband jealous, causing her to get slapped around a little by her spouse.

Becky had all kinds of ideas about cheating on her husband, but had never gone through with it. We would get together and giggle like teenagers about men and life in general. Becky's husband had a factory job, working the afternoon shift so we would get together most days after her man left for work and before mine got home.

Then the day came that Becky got beat up pretty bad. Her husband saw her talking to a man that lived in our trailer park and accused her of having sex with the guy. When I saw her the next day she had a black eye, loose teeth, busted lip, and probably cracked ribs. Being my strong willed self I wasn't going to let that happen to my friend. I went to their trailer the next morning to confront Becky's husband.

It didn't go as I planned. I chatted with Becky while her husband slept. When he awoke he came to the front of the trailer where Becky and I were with the babies. He gave me an disarming smile.

"How are you Judy? You doing okay?"

"Uh, fine, Gary." I smiled back.

I had only seen him a couple of times, and not this close. He was good looking with flashing blue eyes and blond hair. Becky had talked of maybe wanting to cheat on him. I couldn't imagine why. I found myself looking him up and down. Everything in the trailer looked peaceful. Becky with all her injuries looked calm. She stood up to fix him lunch. After a few minutes I began to boil inside over him hurting Becky. I decided to attack.

"So, do you think beating up your wife is okay, do you?" I tried to sound mean.

"You should mind you own business, Judy. That's how people get hurt." His face reddened in anger. I could see the man that beat my friend come out it him.

"It takes a tough guy to hurt the mother of his children."

"Look, bitch. She fucked some other guy. She had it coming."

"We've been friends for a while. She would have confided in me if she had. All they were doing was talking."

"If she hadn't fucked him yet, she was sure on her way to fucking him soon. You stay out of it!" He warned me.

Becky continued to quietly fix his lunch. Suddenly his hand had me by the throat.

"You need to butt out, or the same could happen to you!"

"Stop it! You're scaring the children." Becky finally got involved.

"I guess you are right maybe I should take you friend outside."

"No, not with the neighbors seeing you being an ass."

He still had me by the throat and dragged me towards their bedroom.

"Maybe little Judy would like to finish the discussion back here."

I took a couple of swings at him. It didn't seem to matter.

"Like it rough, do you, you little cunt?"

He reached between my legs and pinched my clit right through my shorts and panties. I wanted to get away, but my legs went a little weak and a hot sensation traveled from my clit to my very core. I caught my breath. He stared in my eyes and worked my clit, letting go of my throat to reach under my T-shirt to rub over my now erect nipples. Why did they betray me? I couldn't be getting hot for the wife beating bully. Why was I just standing there. I tried to leave.

"Where are you going, Judy? Got a hot date. If you piss me off I'll just beat the fuck out of Becky when you leave."

I could tell he meant that. Maybe if I just let him play a little more. That would calm the part of me that wanted to stay with this awful man. There wasn't much I could do what with him being almost six foot tall and me at five foot two. He let go of my throat yet continued to stare into my eyes. 

He let go of my clit and had both hands playing with my tits. 

"Shit!" I muttered to myself. "Why didn't I wear a bra?" I have nice tits. I wanted men to see, but sure as hell not to touch.

"You like that, don't you? You little cunts are all alike. Prim and proper and then fuck like a mink."

I had to admit to myself, I was liking it ... I just had to pick the time to make him stop. My nipples were already hard as pebbles when he sucked one into his mouth. This was going further than I intended. I needed to make him stop.

"Let's get a good look at these tasty titties of yours, Judy." He started to pull the back of my T-shirt up to get it to pull over my head.

"No, I don't think so." I heard my voice respond. It sounded hollow and insincere.

"You could get the fuck out of my house and I could finish this with Becky when you are gone. But, maybe not as nice as I am with you." He snarled at me.

I thought of Becky and her injuries as I felt my T-shirt go over my head. That son-of-a-bitch. And, why hasn't Becky tried to interrupt what was going on? She had to realize that by taking me out of sight that something wrong must be happening. Defiantly I pushed out my chest, making my boobs stand out even more towards Gary, Becky's asshole of a husband.

"Fuck you, Gary!" Using words I knew he would understand.

"Well, fuck you, Judy. You meddling little cunt. Matter of fact fucking you seems like a excellent idea."

"And, fuck you, Gary! There's know way that is happening."

"Fuck you, Judy. Usually when a gal let's a man see her tits and suck on her nipples she is going to let him fuck her."

"Fuck you, Gary. Not this time. You can go fuck yourself!"

Gary grabbed my crotch. "Wouldn't you like a nice hard cock buried in this little pussy of yours? You know you want it ... Cunt!"

He had me by the clit again through my shorts and panties, squeezing and pulling on it. I felt myself melting all the way to my womb from his touch. I looked around the room. Becky had a lot of stuff stacked around and the room needed a cleaning and sorting out. It wasn't distraction enough. I knew what his hand was doing to my clit was going to make cum if he didn't stop soon. His mouth kissing and sucking was all over my tits was adding to the heat I was feeling in my loins.

I heard myself whimper as my orgasm was almost upon me. Then Gary's hand stopped and moved away from my pussy ... only long enough to unbutton my shorts and lower the zipper. His hand was back, this time in direct contact with my hot little pussy. It was no long secret how aroused I was when his finger parted my labia and slipped inside my wet slit. I could feel myself rushing back towards that big orgasm that I almost had earlier. 


The Judy Chronicles Ch. 01



As much as I didn't want this bastard to make me cum I felt like I was going to die if I didn't. Where the fuck was Becky while her husband was doing this? What would my husband say if he found out her husband raped me? My whole marriage flashed through my mind. I couldn't stop it. I was going to cum. I had to cum. I let my brain give in to what my pussy wanted.

Gary removed his finger just as I felt the flood ready to let go.

"Hey, Judy. Getting pretty hot there, huh? I think I've got all the hose you would need to put out that fire."

My head was spinning while my body was wanting to cum like I had never cum before with my husband. Was that just luck or did that son-of-a-bitch know the exact moment to remove his finger and leave me hanging there in the edge? I felt my body reel like I was going to fall over, my chest convulsed as I sucked in a deep breath. My shorts fell off my waist to the floor at my feet. Gary tugged my panties to my ankles and stepped back to take off his T-shirt and sweat pants as I watched practically naked before him.

I kept expecting Becky to come down the hall to break it up. Then I looked at the back door in the hallway and thought about making a break for it had Becky not been watching my kids as she cooked for Gary. 

"What the fuck is wrong with that woman, and more so, what the fuck was wrong with me?" I asked myself in my mind.

I hadn't really looked down at Gary's cock. When I did I was taken back by the size of it. Not that it was huge, but bigger than my husband's by a couple of inches and definitely much, much thicker. Plus, he had this big set of balls hanging down that had to be loaded with his seed. 

My head whirled. No one is going to stop me from fucking him. Especially me! I stepped out of my shorts and panties that were piled at my feet and kicked them out of the way.

Gary had a big grin on his face. He knew he had me. I wanted to feel his cock inside me. Being married, and being faithful was no longer a reason not to let him fuck me. I was going to do it. I laid back on Becky's bed and spread my thighs for her husband.

"God damn, Judy! That is one hot looking pussy."

"Hot for you. You made it wet this way. Are you going to stare at it, or is something you want do to me before you wife comes back here and breaks it up?"

He got on the bed between my legs, kissed upwards from my stomach to my tits, then my neck. When he tried to kiss my mouth I turned my face away. Fucking him was one thing, but kissing him was something else. I still hated the bastard.

With him kissing my face and neck the head his cock was prodding my crotch.

"Why don't you reach down and put him in you, Judy."

"No, you go ahead. You know where he goes, don't you?"

"Yes, but it will be better if you do it. Just so I know you really want it."

"Oh, I know I want it."

I reached down and grabbed his shaft. His dick felt so much bigger in my hand, especially after what I was used to grabbing at home. I let my hand wander over the spongy head and gave it a squeeze. It may not be easy to get this larger cock in me I told myself as I tried to relax.

My hips were nudging towards it even before my hand started to tug it towards my slit. The head pushed against my slit and the wetness made me slippery. I groaned as my cunt was spread to accommodate his girth. As couple of short thrusts from Gary and the head popped inside me very much to my surprise. 

"Oh Christ, Gary. You've actually got your cock in me."

Tears came to my eyes. Mostly because I knew I was not a cock slut like my mother, but still I was letting another man fuck my married little cunt. Not that it was going to be so little after Gary was done stuffing himself deep inside me. Then, even though it was tight I loved the feel of him stretching my pussy. I think the tears were tears of joy.

"Are you ready to take it a little deeper?"

The head was in, and so were a couple inches of cock. I nodded as the tears started down my cheeks.

"Am I hurting you? I can go slow."

"No, as awful as this seems it is wonderful. I guess I am happy."

Gary took a couple of little jabs at my newly opened pussy and a whole bunch more slid right into me.

"Oh, God." I panted. "That filled me up. Is there any more to go?"

"Looks like a couple of more inches."

"Really? How much is there?"

"Just a bit over eight inches. Are you ready for the rest?"

"We can try. My husband measures his at five and a half."

I looked down towards to where his cock was in me to see how much more he would be trying put in me.

"Oh, my God. My tummy has a little bump in it where the head must be."

I put my hand over where I thought it was. In doing so I saw my wedding rings on my finger as they pointed down towards where he was slowing pumping his penis into me. I shifted my hips a little bit to get a better view and the whole thing went in me. I was expecting some difficulty taking all of him. But, there he was, grinding into my pubic mound with his big balls rested against my ass. The head if his dick seemed to be hitting my cervix.

"Holy Shit! That's deep." I whispered. "I think you've reached the very end of me."

"Jesus Christ. I knew you would be a good fuck."

"What about Becky. She's your wife. Isn't she a good fuck, too? She's lucky to be getting a cock like this."

"She's good. The only thing is that she prefers not to take the whole thing inside her when we do it."

"Seriously? If I was her I'd want it right where it is now ... all the way."

We had been at it several minutes. Gary fucking me with steady strokes with a few pauses when I could tell he was about to lose it. I was doing all I could to keep from flooding his cock with my own orgasm.

"What if Becky comes back here while we are fucking like this?" I asked softly.

"I don't know about you, but I'm going to keeping fucking."

"Yes! Me, too. But, I can't hold out any longer. Can you cum with me if I cum now?"

"If I don't cum now my balls might explode."

"How about you let them explode inside me?" I giggled.

"Really, you'll let me cum in you?"

"Well, maybe we better not. I am married you know. Fucking is bad enough, but letting you cum in me is probably too much. You had better pull out when you feel you are ready. Spray on my tummy so I can watch you cum.

"Okay, but you'll be missing the best part of the experience. Plus, you can take a little souvenir home with you."

"I have little souvenirs to take home with me. Your wife is watching while you fuck me in case you forgot."

"Think of it. When your husband, what's his name?"

"Bill."

"Yes, when your husband Bill gets home you can have a load of my sperm way up inside you where he could never put his own."

"That's a little mean, to pick on my poor husband because you have a big dick and he doesn't."

"I know. It is mean? So, are we doing it?"

"Oh, Hell. If I make you pull out I'll always wonder what your cum felt like spraying inside me. Let's do it!"

Gary gave it about a half dozen long stokes to where he almost popped out of my willing cunt then began short stokes. He had me there ready to go with the long strokes. When the short ones began I began losing it, curled toes and all that. My legs locked around his back as I pulled him as deep into me as I could get him.

Then, as snug as he was inside me I could feel his shaft expand a bit and the head of his cock get to a spot against my cervix we hadn't quite reached before. I felt a hard spurt as his seed began to fill me. Then another and another. The man had me flooded. I could feel lots and lots of sperm fill me up.

We were both short of breath as Gary pulled his cock out of me to stand at the foot of the bed. He put his sweat pants and shirt back on while watching me on the bed. There I lay with my legs still spread, exposing myself to this prick of a man while a little of his cum started to leak from my well fucked married pussy.

"Better get up and get back to the kitchen before she does finally decide to come looking for us."

"I don't dare go to the bathroom to clean up first before going out there. I'm settling as much of your cum deep against my cervix. You told me to take home a souvenir."

"Don't think I didn't dump enough in there that it won't leak out of you."

"I'll clench my pussy so I can get home with it."

"I've heard of women that can do that."

"You'll never know with that cock of yours. There wasn't enough room left in me to clench anything."

I smiled at Gary as I put on my T-Shirt over my tits and pulled up my panties and shorts. I grabbed Becky's comb off her dresser and ran it through my hair.

"There, almost normal except for this nice fresh fucked smell someone helped me with. Now I can go home full of a stranger's seed and wait for my husband to get off work."

I gave Gary a big wink and went to retrieve my kids.

"Well, I see you two didn't kill each other."

"No, not this time." I laughed.

"Did you two talk everything out? I hate to have my husband and my best friend at odds."

My friend Becky is pathetic. Not only did she let Gary get away with beating her, but she seemed to have no clue of the fact that her husband had just fucked the daylights out of me.

I sat at the dinette table next to Gary as she put his meal in front of him. He ate quietly as Becky looked from me to him, then talked to the kids. Unbelievable!

"Judy, can you stay a while after Gary goes to work?"

"Wish I could, but I need to take care of a couple of things before Bill gets home."

I sat there thinking of all the cum in me. I could feel a soggy wet spot as it was obvious that there was no way I could hold all the cum inside that Gary had pumped into me. When I stood up to leave Becky turned away to answer the phone. She took the conversation into the living room and had her back to us. Gary put his hand on my wet pussy.

"Told you that you couldn't hold it in you."

"It's just a trickle. There's still plenty in there."

"Yes, I know. I put it there."

I headed to the door with my kids, yelled goodbye to Becky, and walked home while trying to handle the kids and pretty well managing Gary's sperm souvenir, keeping it from leaking out of me.

Quickly putting the kids down for a nap I hustled into our bathroom. I removed my clothes and looked at the mess Gary had made of my poor little pussy. My outer lips were all red and inflamed from the pounding I had received. My inner lips were distended below the others. I felt all squishy inside with the release from Gary's big balls. I little stream of it dangled from my hot cunt. I rubbed it back up inside me.

Bill would be home in a couple of hours. I thought of standing over the toilet and letting Gary's load flow out of me and into the bowl. The cocksucker's cum in me was disgusting even though I enjoyed him putting it there. Standing there admiring my fresh fucked pussy I reached for my hand mirror on the counter so I could get a better at the damage that had been done. It gave me a good look at a glob of cum that was starting to puddle in my folds.

"What the fuck?" I said to myself. "I've got a couple of hours left."

I spread a towel under me on the bed and laid down on my back. Spreading my legs, my pussy gaped open as I started to relive my episode with Gary and the extremely good fucking he gave. I held the mirror that I had brought to bed with me and watched my soaked little snatch open and let some of his cum out of me.

After several minutes of letting the trickle run down the crack of my ass onto the towel I started to push even more out. Between what my panties had caught and what I had watched so far it seemed like more than my husband would shoot into me on a good night. My efforts at pushing out more almost doubled that. Gary sure had a pairs of balls on him. I was going to need to shower before Bill got home.

It was a mistake just to lie there and think about fucking Gary. I drifted off to sleep with my legs spread wide open, still leaking cum. Normally one of the kids would have finished its nap, waking me. But, not this day. What woke me instead was the sound of my husband hollering from just outside the front door.

"Hey, Babe. Your Honey is home."

Just my luck he was about fifteen minutes early, although might not have made any difference. When I came to my senses I realized I was naked, spread eagle, with dried cum on my pussy and wet cum leaking from it. I didn't answer. Instead I grabbed my clothes with my cum caked panties and rushed into the bathroom hoping I got the water on before he got in the door.

I didn't hear him again over the shower. I quickly rinsed the telling evidence away and soaped the rest of my body. As Bill did not come in where I was I assume his yelling had awaken at least one of the kids.

The stark realization of what I had done started to hit me. I would soon have to face my husband as if nothing had happened. I had cheated on him with a stranger. An asshole of a stranger at that. The big cock was sure a plus. I liked that a lot. So what if I fucked the guy. If Bill doesn't know it isn't going to hurt him.

How could I feel like that? Our marriage was okay. We had been married two years and had a daughter and a son that we both loved. The sex was pretty good. Well, I thought it had been pretty good. There sure as hell is a lot better out there. I didn't think I'd ever be with Gary again, but a nice guy with a good sized cock could make life interesting.

This was my first time to cheat. And, that was just the second man I had ever been with. Yet, I found myself excited to know I could let another man fuck me if I wanted, and the possibility that I would was there if there was another opportunity and the guy was hot.

I finished my shower and dried off. I had thought of Gary's big cock in me enough that I was feeling pretty flirty. I tossed on a blue sleeveless sun dress. I wasn't planning to wearing a bra. The sun dress made my tits look really good and showed lots of cleavage. If I moved my arms right it would give some lucky guy a side boob shot.

Feeling extra naughty I opted not to wear panties. I had done it before a few times and Bill almost fucked me in the car on the way home in front of the kids it made him so horny. It was Tuesday and Tuesday night we always go out for fried chicken night.

"I came in just as you got in the shower." Bill beamed. "I woke up the kids so we've been here on the couch waiting for Mommy."

Everything was normal. I wasn't feeling any guilt for getting stuffed full of Gary's big prick. In fact I was feeling quite giddy from the best fucking I'd ever had and husband Bill didn't have a clue. We exchanged small talk while Bill played with the kids a while before heading out for some KFC.

Bill order the food while I got the kids situated at the restaurant. Gary had one last surprise for me as I was putting my son in the high chair. With my feet apart and stooping to fasten Bill, Jr. in the seat a nice glob of cum slid out of me and hit the floor. I just learned if it's in there deep enough it may take awhile for it all to drain out.

That little reminder of Gary's big cock took away my desire to fuck Bill, so I never let him know about the fact that it was just me under the little blue sundress.

Things went normal the rest of the week with Bill fucking me the next two nights. Friday rolled around with the regular routine of Bill going out with his work buddies to drink and gamble too much of his pay check. I went back to see Becky twice during the week. Things were just like they always were with the kids playing or napping and us talking like sisters.

It was my usual Friday night with the kids down for the night and me relaxing and reading a book. Becky said Gary went out with his friends on Friday nights, too. I considered waking the kids and going to her trailer. That got me thinking about her husband again, with me deciding to just stay home and read, then a hot soaking bath later.

Interrupted from my reading by a sound on the patio I turned out the light so I could get to the window and see outside.

"Judy ... Judy ..." I heard a voice from the outside.

"Who's out there?? I was ready to head for the gun hidden deep in the couch.

"It's me, Gary."

"What are you doing here?"

"I'm lost."

"No, you are not. You live just around the corner on the same street."

"Okay. You've got me. I was thinking about Tuesday. I wanted to know if you are alright."

"How sweet! What do you really want, asshole?"

"Seriously, I want to be sure you are okay."

"You did cause me a problem."

"Oh, Shit! You didn't tell your old man, did you?"

"No." I laughed. "If you must know, we went to KFC and when putting my kid in the high chair I had a little spill. I wasn't wearing panties and a glob of you ran out of me and landed on the floor."

"Oh, that's funny. No panties, huh? I didn't know you were that kind of girl."

"Well, is wasn't funny at the time. And, sometimes I like to be that kind of girl." 

I was actually carrying a flirty conversation with the Jerk. Being afraid someone would see him outside my window. I invited him inside.

"Well, this is nice. What do we do now?"

"I guess we could talk." I answered.

"Really, you invited me in so we could talk. There are more fun things to do than that."

"Aren't you supposed to be out somewhere with you buddies?"

"Given the choice, can you blame me for being here instead."

"Good answer." I walked over to the couch, turned around, smiled real pretty, and pulled my night dress over my head.

"Wow, you really do like me, as a famous actress once said."

"No, not you, your eight inch cock. I'm not looking for small talk. I've made love to Bill twice since you did what you did to me. I can tell the difference. I just need to see if it's enough difference to keep cheating on my husband."

"So, you are thinking of needing me as a regular thing, are you?" He sounded way to cocky to suit me.

"Maybe, maybe not. Let's see if you dick works as good as your mouth." I challenged.

"Oh, you won't believe what I can do to you down there with my mouth."

"I not sure I'd want your face anyways near my pussy. That's kind of personal down there."

By then Gary had his clothes off and his cock standing at attention. I laid back on the bed and willingly spread my legs to expose that I was already becoming wet for his cock. I put my arms out to beckon him to take me. A few short jabs lined his cockhead up with my outer lips. I took the head in almost instantly. Within a dozen more stokes or so I had him balls deep in my married cunt.

We fucked hard for about fifteen minutes with me cumming on his big cock several times and him stopping several times so as not to cum in me too quickly. It seemed like we were on a pace to fuck all night had my husband not been expected to be home in a couple of hours and Becky expecting Gary to be in about then, too.

Finally, during one of his pauses after one of my orgasms I moaned out, "I love your cock and what it does to me." 

I had my hand on my tummy about where his cock head would be. I rubbed my wedding rings with a finger from my other hand and thought about what I had let myself do to my marriage.

"I love the way your tight cunt feels gripping my cock while I fuck you."

"If you think it's tight now you should have felt it early this week." I cooed.

"I think I did."

"That's right. Your the one that wrecked my tight little snatch."

"That's not a complaint the way it sounds."

"No, it just made it tough fucking Bill after the way you loosened it up in there. I mean he was still having fun, but I was having trouble keeping my mind off what I am getting right now."

"So, you do have a preference?"

We were back to fucking hard again. Now our quiet whispers we more like grunts at each other.




The Judy Chronicles Ch. 01



"I do think I prefer the eight inch cock to a shorter one."

I found myself cumming from the intense fucking from Gary. Just as my head is spinning he answers.

"You like the bigger eight inch cock over the five inch one, I take it? And, by the way, it's eight and a half inch cock that you are getting buried in you."

It must have been the talk of how much cock was pounding against my cervix that suddenly got to me. I was just a the end of cumming when a monster cum slammed into me. I had never experience a secondary orgasm like that. My humping back at Gary and wriggling all over my bed under him triggered him to fill me with a big load of his seed.

A few minutes later I was enjoying the feel of Gary's sperm deep inside me when I realized that I may be on the edge of my fertile period. Bill and I weren't using birth control except to skip sex, or a the least to have him pull out before he would cum in me. Now I had millions of Gary's little swimmers looking for an egg if I had one to impregnate.

It was too late to worry then with the flood now in me churning around as Gary kept poking little short jabs into me even though we were both about a worn out from fucking that two people could get. 

Word was that my Mom's last four kids, including me, didn't belong to the man I called Dad. I wondered if I just put myself into the same position by wanting Gary's cum in me.

"If I'm knocked up by Gary's big prick, then I'm knocked up my Gary's big prick. The kid will still be mine. I had a hell of a good time having it happen to me." I reasoned to myself.

We both laid without speaking for a moment until I broke the silence.

"Five and half." I uttered.

"Five and half what?"

"Five and a half inches. You said your cock was eight and a half inches. Well, Bill's isn't five like you said. It's five and a half."

We both giggled. Gary went to kiss me. I turned my head.

"I've got to go piss." He changed the subject.

Gary pulled out of me leaving a gob of cum to run from my slit. It was weird to look into the bathroom to see another man piss in our toilet where I would normally see Bill. Gary came back to lay beside me. I had to pee, too. I pushed a lot of cum out of me and looked at it glisten on the toilet paper after I wiped myself.

I checked to be sure the kids were still asleep. I came back and looked at the clock by the bed. The one next to a photo of me and Bill at the beach in our swimsuits. It was another hour and a half before Bill would be home. I laid naked beside Gary on the bed. He played with my tits and kissed my nipples and on down to my stomach. I stopped him from reaching my pussy and wondered if he would really go there after fucking me like he just did.

Gary's cock was about half hard again as he worked on me. I wondered if he would get hard again. I reached out to touch it. Gary groaned and smiled at me. I gave it a few squeezes and pumped up and down on it with my hand. It soon began to grow. I switched to my ring finger hand to watch it go up and down the shaft with my wedding band shining in the dim light from the hallway.

I wanted to put his cock in my mouth. To suck it and make him cum. Then sit on his face and smother him with our mixed juices. Then again I wouldn't give the bastard the satisfaction. It didn't take much more jacking him off to get him hard again. I splayed out on the bed for him to fuck me again.

"Let's do it different. Get up on your knees."

"Okay, but I've tried this before and it always seems to slip out."

"Trust me, Judy. This one ain't going to slip out."

I moved and Gary moved in behind me. He guided his cock into my pussy and started pumping away as he held tightly to my hips. It must have been the angle, but I was getting about an inch more cock that it took me a few minutes to find a place for inside me, but I did it.

Getting it from behind meant I didn't have to look at Gary. It could have been anyone back there. I found myself liking it a lot. And, he didn't slip out. It must have been good for Gary, too. Within about five minutes I felt another load splash my new found depths. From that position I could feel several spurts hit inside me.

We fucked one more time before he left. Back to the old missionary position again. The guy sure loved to fuck and I loved him fucking me. He slipped out my side door and into the night to go home to Becky. I sure hope she didn't check up on him with his friends.

I waited about thirty minutes for Bill to come home with me making a few trips to the bathroom to try to get all of Gary's seed out of me. I wondered about being pregnant again and decided it would be such a bad thing if it happened.

Bill came home in a good mood because he had only lost about ten dollars at cards instead of his usual half of his paycheck. He gave me a wad of cash and passed out on the bed. That was a relief. He usually didn't want sex after one of his Friday night outings and thankfully I wouldn't have to be bothered with him clamoring over me.

The next Friday Bill went out as usual and Gary showed up at my door. We tried to fuck each other's brains out. Doing it and having him cum in me three times again. I almost sucked his cock, then thought better of it.

The following Monday my period started. So, no Gary's baby growing inside me. It was a little sad because I was beginning to look forward to the pregnancy.

Gary and I continued our Friday nights, both wanting more. The sex was marvelous and I was loving it. I had to get that cock in me more often some how.

As luck would have it Becky decided to get a part time job as a supermarket checker. Monday and Thursday from 6:00 AM to 2:00 PM. I think she just needed to get out and away from being a mother for a bit. Gary would be home sleeping while she worked. I volunteered to watch her kids with mine. Dropping the kids off with me when I would be up getting Bill off to work seemed like a natural fit for the situation.

What Becky or my husband didn't know was that when Becky left for work Gary was soon on the way to my house and fucking me. Gary would slip in my bedroom and we would screw until one of the kids needed attention. As bad as that seemed it could really drive us over the edge when he would have to pull out so I could see what was going on with them.

It was still dark when Gary would arrive and when it was time to leave he would crawl over my back fence. That would leave him on the street and an easy walk back to the trailer park entrance and to his front door. Becky would pick up the kids and then find Gary at home getting ready for work when she arrived home.

I loved the sneaking around. Someone let the fox into the henhouse and the hen was loving it. After about a month of that I did miss my period. Odds were that Gary had bred my married little cunt.

Gary was happy about it. When I told Bill he seemed pleased, assuming it was his.

"I finally knocked you up again. I wasn't sure we were doing it enough to get you there. It must have been the time I thought I might have leaked some in you before I pulled out."

"You didn't say anything about not pulling out in time. When was that?" I sounded pissed, and for some reason I was. Everything considered it was probably still Gary's seed that impregnated me.

Things were good. Gary was fucking me a couple of times or more the two days Becky worked and the Friday night's were still hot and heavy with Gary filling me with his now harmless sperm multiple times. I still had to fuck Bill two or three times a week. Although I sometimes had orgasms with my husband in the past Gary's big cock had put an end to that. I called it my wifely duty and made the best of it.

One afternoon Becky surprised me by coming back right after Gary left for work. She usually went home and took a nap with the kids having gotten up early on work mornings. My normal routine was to enjoying the feel of Gary's cum in me while I worked around the house and played with my kids. Then I'd shower right before Bill came home.

Now I found myself in my house visiting with Becky while her husband's seed leaked from my freshly fucked cunt, making a gooey puddle in my panties. Becky seemed nervous. It made me wonder if she had figured out that Gary had been cheating on her with me, her best friend.

"Judy, have you ever thought about cheating on Bill with another man?"

"I could say I never thought about it, but it seems all so complicated. And, I sure wouldn't want to get caught. Why would you ask a question like that?" I held my breath waiting for her answer.

"There's a guy I've gotten to know that comes into the store at work. He has been so sweet. I think I'd let him fuck me if he asked."

"Why do you say that?"

"He's really handsome and sexy. I've only been with Gary. I guess I want to know how a strange cock would feel inside me."

"Do you think another man's cock would be better than Gary?"

My jealousy of her getting to fuck Gary as her husband is something she had no clue about. As it was, I probably fucked him more than she did, but I'd wish I had been the one that put the marriage stamp on his big cock.

"I think Gary is probably pretty good. When he has sex with me it goes in too deep sometimes, making me sore the next day."

"Gosh!" I acted shocked. "I had never thought of Gary that way. How big is his cock?"

"He always talks about it being over eight inches and that I should be able to handle it."

"My God, Becky that does sound huge." I faked being shocked at such knowledge.

"Really? How big is Bill?"

"I don't know." I lied. "I guess about six inches."

"Oh ... that sounds more like my size. I could only imagine what Gary's cock would do to someone your size."

I could see the thinking from her point of view. We made odd friends with Becky at 5' 10" and me only five foot two. Becky probably weighs a hundred and forty pounds, with ninety something being my usual weight.

"Sounds like Gary would ruin me as far as doing anyone else any good with a cock like his ripping into me."

"Yes, since it hurts me sometimes, I'd hate to be you."

"What about this boyfriend you've got at work? Is his penis more to your liking?"

"Judy, I have no idea. I do know there is a chemistry there between us. I think I'd like to get him in the sack. Do you think it would be a big mistake for me to do that?"

"Don't forget, if you do it, you can't undo it. What if you don't like it and want to write it off and he doesn't let you?"

"I don't think would be like that. Besides, what is there not to like about sex?"

"Maybe dropping back from a huge dick like your husband's to something more like Bill's."

"I can't imagine that. Do I have your blessing?"

"I'm not your Priest, Becky. I can't tell you what to do, but I'm not going to judge you if you do fuck some stranger. Cheating on your husband will have to be you decision."

"Thanks. I'm going to do it. I'm going to let him fuck me first chance I get. I hope me acting like I want it doesn't scare him away."

"Becky, I've never heard of a man running from pussy. Go get him girl. Just fill me in on the details. I'm dying to know how it turns out for you."

I think she was ready to go after him then. She was going to be working the next day.

The next day she was all giddy when she came to pick up here kids.

"Judy, guess what? I'm going to do it."

"When, and are you sure you want to do it?"

"Tonight!"

"Tonight. Jesus Christ, Becky."

"After the kids go to sleep at eight o'clock Dave is going to walk to my trailer in the dark so no one will see him. I'm going to fuck his brains out until Gary gets home from work after eleven."

"Wow! You are really going to do this, huh?" 

I was surprised. I thought it was all talk. Wouldn't Gary be pissed if he only knew? Becky grabbed the kids and headed for home.

"I need to get the kids home and all worn out so they will sleep while Mommy cheats on Daddy." Becky giggled as she left.

It took me a while to get to sleep that night, lying there and wondering if she had gone through with it. Did he show up? Was she disappointed with a shorter dick in her? Who knew with Becky? The next morning I saw her coming up the street. She seemed to be walking a little funny. I hoped the guy hadn't hit or hurt her.

"Hey, Judy. What a night. You won't believe this!" She blurted out.

"You are walking kind of funny. Are you alright?"

"Funny story. I told you Gary's dick was too big sometimes. Well, this guy turned out to be bigger than Gary."

"Holy shit! What did you do?"

"I brought him over to fuck him. So, I fucked him."

"Did it hurt?"

"Well, I am walking funny. But, not because it hurt. I sure got spread out. This Dave started putting it in me. I was surprised that it wasn't a difficult as I thought. When he got to the part where Gary made me sore this guy just kept pumping into me until it was inches past that and all the way in."

"You still didn't get yourself a smaller cock. Did you like it?"

"Oh, Hell yes! Dave had the best control. There I was with that much more cock in me, cumming like crazy, and he just kept shoving it in me, fucking me right through every time I came without ever losing it. Then when he did cum, I guess I passed out as I was cumming hard right along with him. I don't remember screaming, but Dave said he was afraid I would wake the kids."

"Sounds like you like it."

"Dave can come around anytime he wants and fuck me as hard as he wants. I loved it."

"Something tells me you are wanting to do it again." I was nodding my approval.

"He'll be back tomorrow night."

I was happy for Becky. Something like that could go bad for her. Also, I couldn't get my mind off a guy having a cock bigger than Gary's. Now I was jealous of Becky having Gary and this new lover. Gary and I were still at it every chance we could get. Each morning for over a week Becky would come by and tell me about the fucking she had gotten the night before while her husband worked.

"Judy, I've been coming here for over a week bragging about Dave and how well he has been fucking me. I know you must wonder what it is like, what with Bill being small down there and all. I mentioned to Dave that I tell my girlfriend about how well he fucks me and how big he is and explained about Bill."

"I don't know, Becky. Bill is my husband. I can make do with what I have." Of course, not telling her I also had her man seeing to my sexual needs.

"Anyway, Dave says if you want to stop by one evening he can show you his. Then you can decide if you want to try it."

"You want to share your boyfriend with me and have me cheat on Bill?"

"Well, the option is there, if you want it. I seriously wouldn't mind at all."

We got to laughing at the situation. Becky just decided to cheat. Now she wanted to share.

"Okay then. Dave and I will be at it again tonight. I'll call you about 8:30 and ask if you can come over. Just say yes or no. It will be up to you. Remember ... it won't hurt you to look."

I was trying to act like I was not interested, although Becky seemed to think I'd show up to look. There was no way I would pass that up. I just couldn't figure why she wanted to share so willingly.

That night 8:30 came finally came around and the phone rang. I listened to Becky and said yes, then hung up the phone. I had been going crazy all afternoon since Becky made the invitation. I couldn't wait to see yet another man's cock.

Turning to Bill I said, "I don't know what harebrained thing Becky is up to, but she needs me to come by for a few minutes."

"Okay, go ahead. The kids are down, so I'll turn in, too. We have a hard work schedule tomorrow."

That would be perfect because I was going to need the time because I was sure going to do more than look. Becky said to come on in when I got there, not to knock and maybe wake her kids. No one was in the front of the trailer. I went quietly back to the bedrooms and cracked open Becky's door.

Becky was on the bed with her legs splayed wide with Dave on top of her pulling out about six inches of cock and slamming it back into her sloppy pussy. Becky was going wild, but peeked around Dave's ass to tell me to give them a few minutes.

"Sorry, Judy. We decided we couldn't wait. This is so good."

Dave kept fucking her without letting up for a stroke. I started to leave the room.

"Don't go, Judy. Have a seat and watch me take this monster prick on this guy."

This was getting weird, but I found myself staring at Becky's stretched out cunt lips and Dave's balls slapping against her ass as they fucked in front of me. 

I'm going to cum, Baby." Becky hissed at Dave. "Cum with me, then show my friend that deliciously evil penis of yours."

A couple of minutes later I watched Dave's ass cheeks clench and his scrotum tighten up, then pour his seed into Becky. Just seconds later Dave pulled his cock out with a sloshing noise. It seemed like he was pulling cock out of Becky for ever until the head plopped free. A string of cum hung between his cock and Becky's well fucked pussy for an instant, followed by a stream of his cum running out of her.

Dave's cock seemed to stay almost fully erect as he turned and pointed the slit in the end of it right at me. Putting out his hand, he introduced himself to me.

"You must be Judy. I'm Dave. So, what do you think of the cock?" The bastard was sure proud of it and he should be.

"It seems to be getting smaller."

"Well, that's Becky's fault. Give it a few pumps and we're back in business."

He was sexy and sweet. Even the obvious bragging on himself seemed okay coming from him.

I reached to grab him with one hand, gripping it about the middle and giving it a couple of strokes ... then just holding onto it as he began to speak.

"Forgive me for asking. But, are you of legal age to handle a cock? I mean you look pretty young. You aren't like fifteen or sixteen are you?"

He was right. I did look maybe even fourteen. Many people mistake me for the kids' aunt or the babysitter. Being short and looking young has gotten me pulled over by the cops a few times. Boys in high school hit on me when I am alone.

"Good God, Dave." Becky spoke up. "She's eighteen with two kids and a husband. She just got an early start on life to get out of the mountains. She can't help it if she looks young."

"Well, I like it." Dave grinned. "I mean she's got all the lady parts and everything. Are you going to show me yours, Judy, since I'm showing you mine.

"I've not seen all of yours yet. I'm not sure this thing really works." I teased them both. Becky laughed.

By then I was stroking a little harder. I was watching the veins in his cock and admiring how good my wedding rings looked as I jacked him off. Dave was just about back to full staff. Becky was right. It was longer and thicker than Gary's cock. I knew I had to have it.

"Okay, I guess." I said as I started taking off my clothes.

"Wow, look at that." Dave said as he saw my nice tits. I turned slowly to show him my ass and bent over to expose my pussy to him from behind.

Becky got up from her bed. I laid back in the spot and looked at Dave as if to asked what he was waiting for. I spread my legs to expose my pussy and used my hands to slide up and down my lips. I moved my hands apart to show Dave I was wet and ready for his cock.

"Listen. I've never had a little gal your size. I don't think there is a chance in hell all of this is going in there. Let me know when it hurts and I won't go any deeper."

"I might look like a little girl, but I fuck like a woman. Let's get that thing in me." I challenged.

"Okay, girly girl. Here goes."

Dave nudged the head at my open slit. I guess he wanted to prove a point about the size of his cock. He pushed and the head went in me.

"You alright, Babe?"




The Judy Chronicles Ch. 01



"I will be when you get more of that in me."

I looked at Becky. She was driving me crazy. She would get down and watch Dave put it in me from between his legs, then move up so she could watch it go in from below my mound. I was lying there taking it. It was tight as hell, but sliding okay. I just needed to loosen up a little to take away a little of the sting from being stretched. This cock had to be almost an inch wider than Gary's and it was working it's way inside me.

"How does that feel? Becky told me you husband has a five and a half inch dick. That's about where he gets to when he is fucking you. I'm halfway in now."

"Yeah, not to mention you are a hell of a lot thicker."

I rocked my hips up to get more of his cock in me. Becky was right at the edge of the bed licking her lips while watching me take more and more of Dave. He took my moving into his cock as wanting more. He pushed and with a little bit of resistance he went in to where Gary would be fully buried as far as he could go balls deep.

Dave didn't say anything. He just stared at me, down at his cock, and back at me several times.

"Wow, baby girl. I never would have thought you could take that much. I mean I feel like I'm fucking someone's teeny-bopper daughter and here you are taking me like a middle aged woman. Good job sweetheart."

"How much is left?" I asked.

"Another couple of inches." Becky answered before Dave had a chance.

We started fucking in rhythm with each other. His pulling out, me trying to follow his cock so he would stay deep in me. Then him plunging back, forcing my ass hard back into the bed as the head of his cock hit the depths of my cunt. We were both sweaty and gasping for breath.

I have no idea how many times I had cum by then. I know there were little ones when his head first went in and when he chided me about how deep the end of Bill's cock would reach. When he went in with those next three inches I had an earthshaking cum that almost caused Dave to lose it. I wanted his cum in me, but sure didn't want the fucking to stop. We slowed the pace.

"What about those other two inches I panted into his ear?"

"Yeah, Dave. Shove it in her." Becky was our cheerleader ... a bit of an obnoxious cheerleader.

"I think we are probably done with that. Maybe another time."

"Seriously?" I asked.

"Seriously, do you think you could handle more?"

"Seriously, why don't you push harder when you think you are at the end?"

"Seriously, you want me to push hard to force it in?"

"Seriously, I don't think you will have to force it. I'm not going this far and then have to wonder if I could have taken it all."

"Seriously, you're a fucked up little cunt. Tell her Becky."

"All right you two. If she wants to try, let her try!"

I was laying there with more cock in me than I ever could have imagined, yet if there was more I was wanting all of it. Dave was starting to push. I remained still, wanting him to be in control. I had no idea where the extra cock was supposed to go. I remembered watching Mom take on Charlie's foot long black monster and figured if I could relax I should be okay. 

I could feel the big head start to pulse and the shaft quiver. He was going to lose it before I had my chance to try.

"Don't you cum in me you bastard until I get it all it. Don't you dare cum in me."

It was getting the best of me. I was making little jabbing motions at him with my pussy. I was trying to take it before his seed flooded into me. Suddenly his cock in me moved. I felt like the depths of my cunt turned to butter. An inch just slid deeper into me.

"Oh, Shit, Judy! Did we tear something?"

"No, it just went deeper."

"It doesn't hurt?"

"No, if feels terrific, Push!"

Dave pushed and I felt our pubic bones mesh together. I started grinding at him, hissed "fuck me" in his ear and then went into the mother of all orgasms. He pumped hard into my pussy for several seconds then held still. We had held onto each other for several minutes when I started little circular motions on his dick trying to cum again.

"Oh, you wanting more, are you?"

"Can you give me more?"

"Well, these no more to go deeper, but if you want a good fucking I can do that. I didn't cum. Thanks to Becky draining me dry earlier."

"Why are we so wet."

"That's all you little doll."

I was getting pounded again when one of Becky's kids cried out for her.

"Oh, shit. I'd better get to that before one of them walks in on all this."

She grabbed the dress she had been wearing that day and left the room, dropping it over her naked body as she hit the hallway.

Dave and I were still at it when she returned, probably ten minutes later. Becky leaned over my chest and sucked a nipple into her mouth as she said, "Oh, look, raspberries". I was too totally incoherent and out of control to say anything to stop her. She switched off from one nipple to another as I was in heaven from the pounding I was getting from eleven inches of hard cock.

Becky managed to drag her boobs across my face as if I was supposed to return the favor. In the state I was in I managed to tongue her tit, but never sucked onto a nipple. The whole thing was a blur as I snapped back into reality.

"We better finish up so I can get home to my husband. He said he was going to bed, but if he stayed up I'm really going to be fucked, and not in a good way."

"Yes, hurry up you guys. Becky said a she leaned back from me. I need another turn at that cock myself."

"She's probably right. Don't hold back this time. I want to feel that big cock of yours cum in me."

I was losing it big time just as Dave starting cumming along with me. Just the sheer size of him sent me rocketing off as I could feel his seed spray inside me. As he softened he started pulling out with it seeming like the head would never plop out. When it did a stream of our juices followed and ran onto Becky's bed.

Becky shoved Dave on the bed beside me and started sucking his cock. I wanted to watch him get hard again. Yet, I knew I had better get home fast. I dressed and hurried into the darkness.

Arriving home only the dim light in the hallway was on, which is always on for the kids. I tiptoed in, peeking in on Bill. He was out like a light, snoring softly. I crept into the bathroom where I sat on the toilet while Dave's cum flowed from my stretched out married little pussy.

I was kind of sore and quite open. I couldn't help wondering if I was ever going to be able to enjoy an average-size penis again. I wasn't torn. Just stretched. Hadn't my sweet little cunt always shrunk back to normal limits after the babies? Why should this be any different? I had to admit it was an extreme case. Not many women would ever see a cock of that size and for me to take him all into my petite little body was quite the accomplishment.

"My Gawd," I thought. "What have I done to my marriage, and when I can do it again?"

I knew I couldn't shower and take the chance of waking Bill. I had been gone for over and hour and a half. I wondered how long Dave had actually fucked me. Cum was still making a little dribble from my slit when I decided to give myself a big wipe with toilet paper. I needed to get to bed. I put on two pairs of panties in case cum flooded out of my cunt while I was sleeping.

The next morning was proof the the double panties was a good idea. I had a mixture of dried and moist cum in my slit and sticking to my pubic hair and panty crotch. I don't know how Bill missed the smell of sex on me. But, I did get him off to work without him noticing. 

With Bill gone I stepped across the hall into the bathroom. Removing my robe I sat on the toilet and reached for the hand mirror behind me. I was curious as to my condition and spread my legs. Spreading the lips with the first two fingers of my right hand, I moved the fingers down two or three times more, separating the folds as much as I could to get a good look inside. 

The soreness seemed to have disappeared. I ran the tip of one finger inside. The opening seemed normal. I tried two, and then three fingers. It stretched easily but was elastic enough to offer some resistance to being opened. 

I breathed a sigh of relief. Everything was returning to a state of normalcy. Spreading my legs a little wider, I held the mirror in front of it and tried to get an idea of its overall appearance. 

The outer lips didn't exactly close over everything. Well, I am a mother of two now, I told myself. 

Uttering a sigh, I put the mirror down and stood all the way up. With two fingers, I gently squeezed the outer lips shut. They fit together nicely, but pouted open again immediately when I let go. Smiling at myself I decided I liked the look of my little gap in my married pussy.

With the kids attention to cartoons on the TV I ran myself a hot bath. Slipping my body below the warm soapy surface I enjoyed the feeling against my well fucked pussy. I wanted to finger myself, but decided just to revel in the memory of Dave's huge cock banging into me.

Dried off and dressed for whatever the day might bring I gathered the kids with me and slept for over two hours until Becky knocked on my door.

"Gary's sound asleep. He had a rough night at work. I wanted to see what you thought of Dave and how your pussy feels the day after.

"I think that was a lot of cock. I loved it. I hope he wants to fuck me again because I'm all for it."

"I know. He went on and on about you after he left, enough to make me jealous of you."

"What did he say that did that."

"He couldn't get over how young you look and how you could take all of his cock on the first try. He is all for another round as well."

"I can't wait. Let me know when."

"Maybe next week. Tomorrow night he is all mine. He did get off on our girl on girl action."

"Damn it, Becky! I'm not a lesbian. It was pretty awkward."

"It was a first for me. I don't what made me do it, but I didn't see you trying stop me."

"I suppose me being delirious from getting pounded by a cock almost a foot long wouldn't be a reason?" I questioned. "It really didn't occur to me that you had done that until I was walking home. Let's say right now that we won't be doing that again."

"Okay, don't get your panties in a twist. I'd better get home anyway."

"Anyway?" What did she mean by anyway? Did she think we were going to bury our faces in each other's cunt and munch away? I don't think that kind of action would be for me.

I was getting all the cock I needed. It had been a couple of months since I started fucking Gary and Dave. The little baby bump was starting to show. Gary was still coming by on the days Becky worked, and our Friday night date was a regular thing. What I really craved was the donkey cock on Dave. Gary did the job, but Dave just loved to fuck my brains out.

Becky was still my best friend even though I knew she was trying to exclude me when it came to fucking Dave. I knew he was banging her two or three nights a week. Some weeks I didn't get in on it at all. Finally about the end of our second month on Dave's cock Becky left us to check on her crying kid.

While I was enjoying Dave's dick plunging into my depths I was lost in the moment when he stopped fucking and spoke to me.

"Judy, if I ask you something, promise not to tell Becky I said anything?"

"Okay, now is a hell of a time to stop to talk." I grunted. I kept moving upwards on his cock as he held still.

"I'd like for us to meet like this, but without Becky. I've just been doing her lately to get to you. I've got this thing for your body and the way you fuck. She seems to be trying to keep you out of the loop."

"I've noticed that, too. What can we do?"

Dave reached into his pants pocket and took out a piece of paper.

"Here's my phone number. Call me when you can. Whatever you do don't let Becky find out. She kind of scares me."

"She's my friend, and she scares me a little, too. I think she could be really mean if someone crossed her." I grabbed my shorts off the floor and put the number in my pocket,

Becky was back in the room seconds later. Dave was fucking me for all he was worth.

"Looks like you two are still at it."

"You've only been gone a couple of minutes."

"Well, it just seems like it should be my turn." Becky had a snotty tone to her voice.

Dave and I both took the hint and started fucking each other all the harder with us both hitting a big orgasm. I rocked and bucked against him as his cum emptied into my already sloppy pussy. Dave pulled out. A glob of his cum slid out of me and onto Becky's sheet.

As I stood up Becky dropped right into my place. Dave moved up to her face for her to get him hard again with a blow job. I wasn't much of a blow job girl at the time. I sure wasn't going to put a dick in my mouth that just came out of someone else. Neither spoke to me as I pulled on my clothes and left them on the bed. They got interrupted as one of the kids started to cry as I was leaving. Maybe I shouldn't have shaken it's crib on my way out.

Bill was still awake when I got home. Our kids were asleep.

"I didn't get a chance to shower today." I told Bill as I went into the bathroom and closed the door.

As I sat on the toilet letting Dave's seed dribble into the toilet I got the paper out of my pocket and dropped my shorts to the floor. I read the phone number and trembled over the meaning of what was soon to happen.

Then next morning I hesitated to call Dave. As much as I wanted his big cock, I also feared the wrath of Becky if something went wrong. Having made up my mind I placed the call about 10 AM.

"Judy, I was afraid you wouldn't call." Dave had answered in the first ring and sounded anxious and excited.

"I took a little time to think about it. What's next?"

"Next is we get each other alone and fuck like crazy. How does that sound?"

"Sounds like just what I need. I love your cock."

The conversation went on for over an hour. I learned from our talk that Dave was quite the cockhound, charming ladies to get into their pants, then soon after losing interest, then moving on to his next conquest. Becky's number was up. Not as much as he was tired of her pussy as it was being tired of her attitude.

Dave was in outside sales. He could fit my schedule when Bill was at work. A couple of hours later Dave had parked his car on the next block and walked into my back yard. I was on the little patio waiting. I couldn't wait to get him in my bed. Several minutes later I had taken all of his cock deep inside me and cum two times. Shortly afterwards we were cumming together like a couple of teenagers. 

Okay, I was a teenager. Dave, on the other hand must have been in his mid-thirties. He never would say after learning that I was still just eighteen. Doing the math he was twice my age and nearly old enough to be my father. Still I think when he was fucking me so deeply and unloading all that cum, those were the moments I would have left my husband and two children and followed him anywhere.

Instead, we were the best of fuck buddies. Most weeks hitting it off three or four times. Becky came to me the week after my first solo with Dave at my house. She was a clueless that I had stolen her lover as well as her husband.

"That Dave is a real prick." Becky seemed like she wanted to cry. Of course I knew the deal better than she did.

"I'll say he's got a real prick. I can't wait for my next turn at it." The last part was certainly true.

"No, I said the bastard is a prick! I feel like we are getting dumped. Dave has only come by once in the last week after screwing me almost daily for weeks."

"He's probably found a new conquest somewhere. Maybe you can move on to someone else, too."

"That's why I wanted to talk to you. My boss really has the hots for me lately. Fucking him might be fun."

"Go for it!" I advised her. That would get her mind off Dave and leave him all for me.

"He is cute and sweet. I think I have feelings for him. Fucking Dave has been fun, but after a while it's just a huge cock plunging in and out and another pussy load of cum. Sex needs a little emotion involved to keep it fresh."

I could usually understand the argument if I wasn't still enjoying that huge cock plunging in and out and another pussy load of cum in me. There I was at eighteen years of age with two men and my husband fucking me, two men with large cocks was just what I needed.

"Does this Mr. Wonderful have a Mrs. Wonderful and children?"

"She's a bitch and his kids are in college or on their own." She replied defensively.

"So, old enough to be your Dad?"

"No, actually almost ten years older than my Dad. Is that a problem for you?"

The visit was short after that. Becky was just outside my door. 

"Will you cover for me if I fuck him after work?"

"You mean watch your kids and not say anything to your husband?"

"Yeah ... something like that ..."

Two days later Becky told Gary she had to stay after work for a store meeting. Becky came by fresh-fucked to pick up her kids almost three hours late with a big smile on her face.

"That was more like it. He was so sweet the whole time. And, we went to a nice motel instead of slipping around the house."

"What was he like? Did he have the big dick?"

"No, and it really didn't matter. I can't wait for us to do it again next week."

So, all was well. Becky had a new fuck interest and I had her old one.

Dave and I lit up the sheets for the next couple of months. I put a scare into him when I told him I was pregnant until I lied to him that it was my husband's baby. He seems to like the idea even though he said he had quickly disappeared when women had told him that he had them knocked up. The advantage of fucking married women, as he explained it. I told him maybe next time if he was lucky.

Well, that was me. I had just turned nineteen that summer. The poor little girl from the mountains had become a wife and mother of two with one on the way. I was getting sex from my husband and two other men on a regular basis. Chances were that baby number three isn't going to be my Bill's child.

When you add up two or three times a week with my husband, Gary usually twice two days a week and then again three times on Friday night, add in Dave with his giant cock a couple of times per visit three or four times a week I was getting fucked about fifteen times some weeks.

It didn't seem like too much to me. Even with all of that I wouldn't have minded a little more. It now made sense to me that Mom fucked around on Dad. There's never any such thing as too much cock. Maybe you, just like my husband, wouldn't know if your wife felt the same way.

*****



The Judy Chronicles Ch. 02



I sure wasn't looking for another hard cock when the neighbor's grandson came to visit with them a few weeks before going to college on a sports scholarship. 

Bobby was really cute and quite the jock. We visited a couple of times in my front yard while my kids played at our feet. Had I not quit school to get married I could be the one headed for college and looking for adventure.

As we visited our friendship grew. I almost felt like I was on a date with someone my own age. Then came the awkward question.

"Judy, you can tell me to shut up if you want, and I don't want you to be mad, but I'm headed off to college still a virgin. Can you tell me anything about girls that might help me?"

I had a couple of flashes of wonder of what sex with him would be like, but with his jock attitude and good looks the "virgin" comment sure caught me off guard.

"Uh ... that was a shock. I just assumed you had a girlfriend back home, or at least had some sexual experiences." I almost stammered.

"No, always too busy with sports or running around with my buddies. Girls scare the hell out of me. I hated to ask and be embarrassed by being turned down."

"You mean you've never even been out with a girl?"

"No, I've been on dates. I just never tried to get any further than a goodnight kiss. My buddies teased me because I was the only one to admit to never having even felt up a boob."

"Well I guess you'll just have to learn to try. I'm sure you won't get turned down more than a couple of times."

"How about you? Have you turned boys down?"

"I'm not sure what you mean by that, but I got married at sixteen. My first date was with my husband. Other than that there was a boy I liked a lot when I was fifteen that I turned down, and a horny cousin when I was thirteen. Does that answer your question?"

"Saying you were a girl and I was asking you would you turn me down?" Bobby had a wry expression with the question.

"If I were girl? I am a girl. Don't you know we are the same age? I just happen to be a married woman with two kids and pregnant with another one, in case you haven't been paying attention." To make my point I waved my arm at my children and patted my tummy

"I don't think you answered the question."

"That is a mean thing to ask. If I say no I'd feel bad for rejecting you when you claim that is your fear about asking a girl for sex, and I don't want to do that. If I say yes, well that would just be awkward, wouldn't it?"

"So would you or wouldn't you?"

"If I was that unattached girl the answer would be ... YES! But, otherwise, don't you think NO is the better answer?"

"Okay, could you help me out with the boob thing?"

Bobby moved closer to me and lifted his hand towards my tit. I dropped my arms to my sides and almost defied him to touch me. In spite of what I thought was an evil look his hand rested on my right breast and cupped it gently.

"Whoa! I guess I'm out of the Never-Touched-A-Boob Club!"

"Yeah ... guess you are ... if I believe you were ever in it."

My voice had softened and was quieter as I stood without reaction with his fondling. The other nipple was straining against the fabric as well, welcoming Bobby's other hand. I looked to see that the kids were still occupied.

"We need to step back here a little more to be blocked by the bushes."

Bobby's hands never left my breasts as I backed up against the fence and out of sight of the street. He was holding both of my tits and brushing against my nipples with his thumbs. I could feel my pussy start to lubricate in spite of the fact that I had no intention of letting him get to it. I turned around in his arms so that he was handling my tits from behind.

"There, that should give you a good feel."

Bobby's hands lightly pinched the nipples sending even more warmth to me down there.

"You can slip your hands up inside the T-shirt so you can get a really good feel." I encouraged. 

I could feel his hard cock against my ass. As much as we were both enjoying what was happening Bobby slipped a hand down my stomach and baby bump towards my shorts.

"I don't think that is supposed to be in the plan." I warned.

I moved his hand back to my nipple which he seemed not to mind. Maybe he wasn't lying about never feeling a woman's breast. When his hand crossed down to my waistband again I let his fingers slip in to my pubic hair.

"Happy now?" I asked.

"I could be a little more happier."

"Maybe that's all you get. Remember? Married woman? Husband ... kids ... pregnant?"

"Yeah, I remember." He sighed.

I stood there with my back to him, him with one hand up my shirt and the other down my shorts. His hand moved slightly closer to my slit. I couldn't decide when to stop him ... if I was going to stop him. I tilted my face up to kiss him, wondering what his kiss would be like. 

That's when I was reminded of the Jock side of him. He had told me that he was 6' 5". With me at just over five feet our faces were not even close. I stretched to on my tip toes as Bobby bent low so our lips would meet in what became a long kiss. I pushed my tongue into his mouth. He continued his hand down so that a finger tip rubbed over my clit and into my wet little married cunt.

I knew I was going to fuck him. It was just a matter of how to go about it. Bobby knew it, too, as he broke the kiss, pulled me around at the shoulders, and looked down at my erect nipples while his hand went back down the front of my shorts. As his finger went back inside me I was humping his hand.

"Do you want to fuck me?" I teased as I kissed him again.

"Hell, yes! More than anything."

"When I take the kids inside I'll put them in the backyard to play on the swing and in the sandbox. With any luck that will keep them busy for a while."

After getting the kids out back I couldn't find Bobby. He was still outside in the bushes.

"Get in here you!" I scolded him to get inside. "Get your jeans off."

I hurriedly stripped off my shirt and shorts, kicking my panties towards the sofa. I spread my legs for Bobby on the cushion. From that position I could take him face to face so I could watch his cock go in me. I was ready and there was going to be no putting this off.

Bobby stared at my open snatch as he took off his shirt. When he continued to stare I sat up and pulled him to me and began unfastening his jeans myself. When I got him unbuttoned and unzipped I pulled down his jeans and underwear in one long motion. When I sat back up his cock was rock hard and right at my face.

It was definitely bigger than husband Bill's by a couple of inches, not quite as big as Gary's, and, of course, nothing like the almost a foot of cock Dave was fucking me with. So, I was three for three with my luck of finding a bigger cock than the one I married. I was left to wonder if Bill's five and half inches was a tiny cock and I had been short changed.

Normally I would lie back and wait for a cock to enter and start fucking me. That was the way I expected it to be done. With Bobby it felt different. His innocence, whether or not faked, let me think of myself as a teenager again even though I was a teenager with a husband and two kids. I wrapped my hand around his cock and looked up at him.

"Something wrong with it?" Bobby asked nervously.

"No, just perfect. I love it. It feels good in my hand. I know it's going to feel good inside me." I gave it a couple of pumps.

"I guess you were hoping for something bigger."

"If you are referring to my husband's cock you are a couple of inches bigger than what I get from him."

"Really? I just assume a cute chick like you always got to settle for a guy with a huge one."

"Uh huh, you heard that did you? I must have missed that memo."

For some reason I popped my mouth right over his cock, bobbing against it until it hit the back of my throat. I sucked it in and out a few times and looked back up at him with his dick in my hand and a smile on my face.

"I bet your husband loves it when you do that to him."

"He only tried to get me to do it a couple of times. He was drunk and didn't stay hard. It made me feel like it was a dirty thing to do, so I always made sure he didn't try it after that."

That was the truth. I didn't do it with Gary or Dave either. But, with Bobby it seemed so right. I tried to get more of his cock in my mouth. Each time as it started down my throat I would gag.

"Oh shit, you are going to make me cum."

"Let's not let that happen." I flopped back again with my legs splayed open.

Again Bobby stared at my open, now oozing cunt slit. I smiled and nodded my head in the direction of my awaiting crotch.

"Uh ... did you want me to do you down there, too?" I could tell he was nervous and confused as what to do if I said yes. No one had ever tried eating pussy with me.

"No, I want your cock in me if you don't mind. Were you serious about this being your first time?"

"Yes, I'm worried about cumming too soon or doing it all wrong."

"I'm not doing this as a one time thing. If you cum too soon we'll be doing it again."

That seemed to ease his mind. He started to nudge the head of his nice cock along my wet slit. Suddenly I did believe that it was the first time for him. My pussy started to spasm with the thought of me being his first. He had the confidence that his cock was bigger than Bill's. He wouldn't ever know that my cunt lips were easily spread to take his cock because of the size of the cocks I was getting when fucking Dave and Gary.

All thoughts of the others went away as I waited for Bobby to penetrate me. I felt like a virgin along with him as I welcomed his shaft. He pushed it to where my cunt lips tightened around him as if to trap the head. Bobby stopped with a look of concern on his face. I hoped he wasn't about to cum after just entering me.

"I'm not hurting you am I. You did say I'm bigger than you husband. I can go slow if you want."

That almost made me laugh. Certainly not the time to do that.

"Go ahead. I'm fine. Remember ... two kids ... and this little bump from the next one on the way. Push into me. I'll stop you if it hurts."

I guess I should go to hell for a lie like that. One thing that's consistent with men that I learned. Don't ever tell them that you've fucked anyone other than your husband because they could drive you crazy wanting to know how they measured up. Tell them that they are bigger than the man you married and they are just as content as can be. With that in mind, I should go to hell for this, too.

"Oh, wait! Stop for second."

"Does it hurt?" Bobby was sweet to be so concerned.

"No, that's the spot where my husband reaches with his cock. How much more is there?"

I was leaning up enough to see his cock go in me. He had pretty much just pushed in slowly. Just withdrawing out a couple of inches a few times as he fucked his way into me. I couldn't really tell the spot where Bill ended with Bobby's bigger cock pushing my insides wider as he went in. I could see what he had left.

"There's a couple of more inches to go. Should I try to get it in?"

"Oh, fuck yes. I can't wait to see if I can take the rest of it." I led him on.

Bobby pushed the rest in and held it there. After what must have been a pause so he wouldn't cum yet he started rhythmic strokes where he kept most of his cock in me. I was about to cum when I felt his cock pulse and swell a bit more. When his cum started spurting into me I lost it, too. My motions on the bed seemed to frighten Bobby. He kept his cock buried in me, but the look on his face was almost funny.

"Oh God, Judy. Did I hurt you?

"No, silly. You made me cum.

"I had no idea a girl would do that."

"Well, Honey, you better get used to it because that cock of yours will cause a lot of girls to do the same thing."

I started kissing him. Kisses with passion. More passion than I had for my own husband. I never kissed the other two guys, being in it only for the sex. But, this kid ... my own age made me feel passion. He had fucked me just once, yet I found myself falling in love with him, or maybe the idea if him.

The kids were getting loud. That meant breaking up a little childish spat. Leaving Bobby with a sticky cock in my bedroom I rushed out throwing on my old robe I had laying on a chair.

Having settled the argument I fixed them a sandwich and a drink. With them at the kitchen table I went back to check on Bobby in my room. He was staring at his cock.

"I can't believe how good that was." He stared at his half hard glistening prick."

"Really?" I asked. "Look at me." I put one leg on the bed so I could show my dripping slit.

"Wow! Did I do that?"

"Some of it's me, but you get the blame for the most of it."

I flopped down on my bed next to Bobby and we began kissing and making out. He starting kissing and sucking my nipples and had a hand on my pussy, feeling me up real good. The kids were snacking and watching TV in the living room. I put my hand around Bobby's stiffening cock and started jacking him off.

"Oh shit, I'm starting to get hard again."

"I sure hope so. You aren't done here yet, Sweetie!"

We went back to kissing again. He rose up and got between my spread thighs to begin feeding his cock into me again. He went balls deep in two strokes, pounding hard into me. I was hanging on for the ride. After maybe twenty minutes my son screamed because his older sister was picking on him. I had to nudge Bobby off me so I could go settle the fight.

On my return I was greeted by the still hard teenaged cock. With him already on his back I threw a leg over him and settled down on the length of it. My tits in Bobby's face seemed to really get to him, finding me in just a short time taking another load of his cum deep inside me. I ground down on him hard, getting my clit in on the action.

After catching our breath I pulled up of his softening dick, grabbing some tissue to catch the overflow as it started down my thigh. 

"Shoot me a handful of those tissues, too. I need to clean myself up as well."

"Why don't you let me get that for you?"

I one-handed his cock and moved my mouth towards the tip. Bobby's jaw dropped when he saw what I had in mind. I had never done anything like that with anyone. Feeling as if I had just found a soul mate it was something I wanted to do.

With its head in my mouth I swirled my tongue around it tasting his seed and the my own juices from my well-fucked married pussy. I wasn't sure that I liked the taste of the mixture. I'd be lying to say I had never put my fingers down there and tasted myself. To me, I thought I tasted pretty good.

In spite of my reservations I continued to suck his cock, trying to get a little more into my mouth as I worked on it. After cumming in me twice it was apparent that this could take a while longer than expected. My jaws ached. My efforts to get more in my mouth were being rewarded as I could feel the end of his penis try to slide into my throat.

Trying to avoid the taste of Bobby's sperm it seemed getting the head of his cock into my throat before he started to cum again might be a good idea. I redoubled my efforts. To my surprise the head started to go deeper, causing me to gag.

"Shit!" I thought to myself. "Maybe I should pull off and straddle him again."

The look on his face, eyes closed, while I continued to blow him made me determined to finish the job. Changing positions to try to get more leverage to shove more cock past my lips I adjusted the angle of my throat to what must have been the perfect position. His cock went down my throat as my nose buried in his pubic hair.

Bobby's eyes flew open as what must have been the remaining three or four inches suddenly shocked him. Not as much as it shocked me. I would not have guessed that I would ever be successful in going deep throat on him. Even though I almost gagged again I found swallowing his big cock not that uncomfortable.

Then I realized I needed to breathe. Not wanting to give up any of his length I pulled up enough to gasp for a breath and went right back down on it. As I repeated that several times I noticed that I could actually feel my neck expand With my fingers I could feel him moved in my throat as I moved slightly up and down.

My head was swimming as the whole scene became real in my mind. I was not only sucking a cock, but taking it down to the root. I was squeezing his balls with one hand and helping myself up and down with the other. At the time I wasn't even thinking about how it all was going to end.

It ended with Bobby grabbing the back of my head to shove me down on his cock. I could feel his cock pulse and send his load deep into my throat. I stayed down on it for as long as I could hold my breath so I could feel his cum drain from his sweet prick.

"Wow! My first blow job, and I was good at it." That's what was going through my mind.

I couldn't get enough air. Then I realized there wasn't a strong taste of spunk that I was hoping to avoid. I had gotten all of it swallowed before his withdrew his cock out of my throat and into my mouth. Maybe sucking a guy's cock wouldn't be so bad if I could get it down my throat before he drained his balls.

I was happy and nestled in Bobby's arms. His now limp cock hanging across his thigh.

Then I remembered the kids. The little one was asleep on the couch and my daughter was eagerly watching some soap opera on TV I wouldn't have let her watch had I been with them.

Bobby got dressed and slipped out of the house with my assistance. Alone again with the kids I felt like a well satisfied woman. I had a couple of hours before Bill would be home. When both kids were asleep I got a quick shower and brushed my teeth.

When my husband came home from work he was in a shitty mood from having words with his boss. After listening to his shit for several minutes I gave him a kiss and a little bit of tongue. Sort of a "Hey Honey, I had another man's cock down my throat today" kind of a kiss. Bill looked at me like he wondered what the fuck I was doing. It sidetracked him enough he shut up, asked what was for dinner, followed by him going to play with the kids.

Things leveled out a my pregnancy proceeded. Gary still stopped by for his Friday night and twice during the week when Becky was working. Becky kept fucking her boss. Dave took off for a job on the West Coast, or at the least that was what he told me. That was fine because his oversized schlong was getting to be too much with the baby growing in my tummy.

Bobby and I had a wild couple of weeks before he left his grandparents for college. We fucked at every opportunity. I deep throated him a lot, even letting him cum in my mouth. I got used to the taste of sperm and made sport of French kissing Bill if he came home with his attitude.

Then and odd thing happened right after Bobby left for college. I was in the backyard playing with the kids when his grandfather yelled from over the fence. 

"What are you doing hanging on my fence?" I challenged.

"I'm not hanging. I'm standing on my wheelbarrow. I need to say something to you."

I walked over to see what he had to say. My arms were folded across my braless chest so he couldn't see my nipples through my shirt. I asked what he wanted.

"I wanted to thank you for what you did for Bobby."

"Really what was that?"

"You know, helped him with ... stuff."

"I don't think I want this conversation."

"Well, the kid constantly heard shit from his mother and my wife about girls wanting to fuck him, then trapping him with pregnancy. It really fucked him up with females with those two on him about sex being dirty and a tool of the Devil."

"A tool of the Devil?" I couldn't help but laugh at the old man. "Okay, then you're welcome for whatever you think I have done ... I guess."

"So, the point is my old penis isn't good for a lot anymore. However, I wouldn't mind a little a peek at those nice titties of yours and maybe get a good sniff of that young pussy. I can't do a lot with the pecker, but I'd sure love to eat some of what you've got down there."




The Judy Chronicles Ch. 02



"That's pretty disgusting. Do you have problems? Maybe you should divert your energy towards your poor wife."

I thought getting the name of his wife involved would send him packing. Instead it just inspired him.

"The old cunt's the reason I can't get it up anymore. Those boobs of hers look like flapjacks hanging down to her belly button. Her old pussy is so dried up that Jesus himself couldn't put life back in it. Her venomous take on sex makes my balls retract."

"You know, for a nasty old bastard, you are pretty funny, and maybe just a little bit charming." The old guy was kind of fun.

"If you'd just let me at that sweet snatch of yours you wouldn't be sorry. I can still eat some pussy."

"Maybe I'd better pass."

"I know about you and Bobby and I see Gary from up the street slipping around here. I assume he's got something you like. I imagine that Bill doesn't know about either one of them. I ain't going to try to fuck you. Let me get my face into your pussy. You won't be sorry, and we will both have secrets."

The old man had me at a severe disadvantage.

"How are you going to get this past your wife?" 

Knowing the old crone I didn't want her mad at me.

"Doris goes to get her hair done on Friday. I can come over and give you a real treat. I want won't mess you up for your little Friday night hookup with Gary."

"I don't think it's a good idea. Why don't you keep what you think you know about me to yourself?"

As creepy and vulgar as the old bastard was talking I found it was getting to me.

"You can say you aren't intrigued by the idea of me eating you out. Your nipples call you a liar."

I had uncrossed my arms and had my thumbs in my shorts pockets. That position pushed my boobs out a little and a glance down showed that my nipples had betrayed me. It was hard to say I wasn't interested. No one had even wanted to do to me what he was proposing in his wickedly, nasty way.

With a grin on my face I had to admit that maybe the idea of him down there had affected me.

"Why don't you be a sweet girl and give me a quick flash of those nice titties of yours? Sort of like to seal the deal. Then Friday we can get down to business."

There wasn't a lot of choice left. I didn't want my husband or Becky to know about me and Gary. I locked eyes with the old prick leering at me from over my fence. I put my hands on the bottom of my T-Shirt and lifted it up to where both tits bounced free.

"Yea! Way to go neighbor. I knew they would be spectacular. Those are a pretty set of knockers. I can't hardly wait until Friday."

"Sure ... me, too." I sighed. "Friday. Ummm ... Now get the fuck off my fence before I go in to get my shotgun." 

I pulled my shirt back down over my exposed breasts. My crotch was now in on it as I felt the warmth and dampness build. The old guy gave me a thumbs up as he disappeared behind the fence.

"I don't believe I even know your name." I shouted over at him.

"Harold. It's Harold. See you Friday, Judy,"

When I turned around I saw that the kids had been fighting over their favorite yard toy. Settling that I took them into the house. After changing my son's diaper and his sister in to use the toilet I collapsed onto the couch.

"You've done it to yourself this time, Judy." I consoled myself. "Old Harold must be seventy. I hope he doesn't die with his head in my crotch."

The kids got to watching TV. I stayed with them on the couch. The feeling of moisture in my pussy and the fact that my nipples were still sort of still poking out made me realize I needed a good fucking. I wished I could get Gary away from Becky for twenty minutes. It was a Wednesday. Gary would take care of me in the morning, but I needed it right then. I pictured smoke coming out of my slit.

I tried to relax on the couch, but my thoughts went past Gary to what it would be like to get my pussy eaten by Harold. I envisioned the face from over the fence peeking up at me from below my pubic mound as his tongue had its way with me. I wondered if I would cum and what it would be like without a cock thrusting in and out of me if I did.

Bill came home in a good mood. Even to the point of kissing me and fondling my ass and nipples while I cooked. We almost always did it on Wednesday and Saturday nights. We would both shower and get naked on the bed. We'd fuck until he spurted his cum into me, take a couple of extra strokes and pull out. He never asked if I got off or act like he even cared. He'd either roll over and go to sleep or head to the kitchen for a bedtime snack.

Much like any Wednesday we showered and got to it. Him always on top pumping away at the same old steady, boring motion. I fucked back at him wishing he had another inch or so bigger cock. Sometimes I think a half inch would make a difference.

Then the idea of Harold at my pussy popped in my head. My husband's cock became Harold's tongue in my mind. My rocking motions were against Harold's tongue. Bill continued to pump away with that little five and a half incher. As I ground back on his cock, pretending I was looking down into Harold's eyes. Bill started to grunt and moan. As I could feel Bill's seed start to flow into me I had a nice little orgasm pretending it wasn't his little cock, but my nasty neighbor next door lapping up my juices.

"God, I hope it is true." I thought. "I hope Harold makes me cum like he kept bragging that he would. And, wow, I just came while fucking my husband for the first time in a long time."

Feeling satisfied I think I was the first one to sleep. I'd have Gary's nice cock in me the next day.

I was pretty hot when Gary got to me the next morning. I lunged at his cock meat and got it quickly inside me. Even with the extra inches my mind went over to Harold. With Gary's cock pounding away my mind was looking down at the face from over the fence again and imagining he had an eight inch tongue.

Maybe I should have gone the lesbian route with Becky. Thinking about oral sex had me worked up. Friday morning I watched out my window and over the fence for Doris' car to leave the carport for her hair appointment.

When it left I found myself outside by the fence whispering his name at Harold. I didn't get an answer and thought he had better not chicken out. Damn, now it was me that was the one obsessed. Then I heard my phone ring and hurried in to answer it. It was Harold. I had forgotten I had given them our number in case something was wrong when we were not home.

"Hey, Babe! Ready to get your carpet munched?" Came the voice from the other end of the line.

"Pardon me?"

"Carpet munched. You know, chomp around down there."

"Oh Gawd. You are so disgusting. Come to the back door and wait for me to come get you." I laughed.

It took me a few minutes to get the kids distracted with the TV. I made a bee line for the back door. When I got there Harold was leaning flat against the back of the trailer like some kind of secret agent. I opened the door and led him quietly to the bedroom. I closed the door, locking it behind us.

"You're not taking me hostage, are you?" He joked.

"No, silly. I can't have my daughter bursting in if you are going to do what you say you are going to do to me."

"Oh, I'm going to do it all right."

I let out a fake squeal of delight.

"Yeah, you'll see. Get those clothes off so I can see what I'm working with."

"My clothes. Not just my bottoms?"

"You'll like it if I can fondle your boobies while I slurp that pussy."

I was ready. Feeling myself lubricating down there. I undressed and laid on the bed on my side looking at Harold.

"You are going to need to spin around with your sweet pussy facing the foot of the bed and spread those thighs."

Harold took off his shirt, eyeing me all the time. I lined up with the foot of the bed and opened myself up. He could see how wet my pussy was from the anticipation. Harold got between my legs and moved up to start kissing my stomach. He kissed down to my pubic hair, kissed along the edge, then into my muff itself. He put his lips right in the middle of my slit, gave it a flick of his tongue, then softly blew his warm breath into my pussy hair. 

I looked down at that face I had imagined down there at my pussy. I let out a sigh. It felt good. It felt right.

Harold sucked a cunt lip into his mouth and slid his teeth lightly up and down as he sucked. Then the other side, alternating from one to the other. I was lost in the sensation and taken off guard when I had a big orgasm from it. Harold kept sucking my cunt lips, now driving his tongue into me as I finished cumming. There wasn't even a pause as the man was relentless with his actions.

My own hands were on my tits pulling and pinching my nipples. This thing so new to me was driving me crazy with desire. I was having one little orgasm after another.

Then he went for my clit, sucking the folds around it into his mouth and flicking his tongue on the little bud. I tried not to cum, fearing that it would be so strong that I would scream out loud.

I found myself biting my lip and staring into Harold's eyes.

"Trying to fight it only makes it worse." It was the first words Harold had spoken since he had started. "You had better let it go and cum a little bit at a time. Then drift into the big one when it hits."

"So, you seem to be the expert."

"Well, I've done it a few times before."

I laid there and let Harold eat me, taking his advice and letting the little ones come as they may. Suddenly I was mashing my crotch into Harold's face so hard I thought I might leave bruises for Doris to question. I thought I held it back, but did not. I didn't even remember screaming out loud. 

As I was trying to catch my breath and stop the trembling I realized that my daughter was shaking the doorknob, trying to get in my bedroom.

"Mommy! Mommy! Are you all right ... I'm scared."

"I'm okay, Honey. Mommy thought she say a spider."

Harold grabbed his shirt and dropped beside the bed. I tugged on my robe and got the door unlocked. I escorted the kids away from the bedroom, closing the door behind me.

Once settled I went back to Harold. He was sitting on the foot of the bed fully dressed.

"Is the coast clear? The kids all right?"

"They're fine. What about you?"

"That was so good. You made an old man really happy."

"I feel so bad that I didn't do anything for you."

"Well, the old pecker ain't what it used to be. It gets halfway hard then peters out on me, so to speak. Anybody that has to see old Doris naked would have that problem. It did seem to be a full staff while I was eating that sweet pussy of yours."

"Maybe that's the answer." I smiled. "You get worked eating me out down there then jump up and stick it in."

"That's a pretty good offer. I wouldn't want to start and let you down. That's what I like about eating pussy instead of fucking it, I can go on forever and could make you cum whether you wanted to or not."

"Are you kidding? I wanted to alright. I came more times with you than I would otherwise in a month. I'd be so far ahead of you a little malfunction wouldn't bother me a bit. I feel like I owe you that much."

"It sounds like you are interested in a rematch."

I looked at Harold, making a note that the guy is older than my grandfather. Just an old guy I'd avoid in public that was now sitting on my bed with signs of my cunt juices on his face. I felt comfortable with him in my bedroom.

"Sure! You can have a rematch any time. I'd love it."

"Doris is at the beauty shop every Friday if you want to pencil that in."

"Sounds good to me. Want to call it a date? I'll be here with open arms."

"It's not your arms, Honey, that I need open."

"For you I suppose I can open my legs, too." I giggled.

I checked to see if the coast was clear as Harold got to the back door. I stopped him for a kiss on the way out that got a little over-involved to the point I wanted him back at my cunt.

Next Friday seemed a long ways away when the phone range Sunday. I was watching sports on television with my husband. Harold's voice came over the phone.

"How about that coast now, is it clear?"

"Oh, hi Doris, just watching some football with Bill. What's up?"

"Doris drove over to visit her sister. Probably gone until late. Can you sneak over?"

Turning to my husband I put my hand on his thigh and asked, "Would you miss me if I went around the corner to see what Doris wants?"

"Sure, Babe. Tell old Harold hello for me if he is there."

"Oh, I didn't know you two had met. You have to watch the kids." They were playing at our feet.

"Yeah, I've got it. I talked to him a couple of times over the fence. Knock yourself out."

"Okay, Doris. I'll be right over." I said hanging up the phone.

I kept checking to see who may be watching as I nudged the front door open. Harold grabbed my hand and pulled me inside. I looked around the living room and started to undress. Harold undressed, too, revealing a nice cock hanging limp over some impressive balls. I could see that I would want to get that thing working.

"Lay back in the arm chair there."

Shifting my butt to the edge I laid back in the chair and opened my thighs to him, my pussy already getting moist from the knowledge of what was about to come. Which would be me, about to cum.

"This is Doris's chair, isn't it?" I asked.

Harold dropped to his knees at my pussy and started doing what Harold does. Having him there before left me eager for him to get started. I heeded his advise, letting myself cum when I'd feel one coming on rather than trying to hold back. After about the third or fourth one I thought with what Harold was doing to me in his wife's chair there might be a leak.

"Get me a towel or something so I don't leave a wet spot or stain on her chair." I mumbled.

"Not to worry. You don't think I let any of your delicious nectar get away."

"Now that you mention it, there wasn't anything for me to clean up after you left."

He had me cumming again in seconds. This went on for another fifteen minutes with me losing count of how many times I flooded his face when the big one hit. I tried to beg off when Harold kept assaulting my clit as I thought I would lose my mind. Next thing I knew I was pulling his face into my cunt, not wanting him to ever quit.

I started thinking about maybe I had better get home. I had to think of the reason Doris had asked me over and account for the thirty or forty minutes I had been gone already.

Harold stopped his actions to catch his breath. Standing up I could see that he had a pretty good hardon. I felt a stirring inside me that told me I wanted some of that cock. I owed him that much.

"It doesn't look like you are having any problem with your cock right now. Put it in me!"

"I don't think it would stay hard long enough to do either of us any good."

"We won't know if we don't try."

Harold stepped forward, stopping with his mostly hard cock just short of my wanton gash. I grabbed the shaft with one hand and aimed it at my slit. Harold nudged ahead and his cock slid right in, him going balls deep in my wetness on the first plunge.

It never really got hard. It was like getting fucked with a hose, bending in the middle on most strokes. It still felt good, but I felt him going soft before he could cum in me.

"I was hoping I could give you what I have been saving for about five years. Doris and I haven't fucked in forever. One of her card club friends took care of me back then after I made her cum with my face in her pussy. That was about five years ago. It was the last time I had sex ... until now."

"Well, you felt good in there anyway." I encouraged him.

"I'm sorry I let this get out of hand." Harold seemed upset.

"Sorry? You said Doris goes to the beauty shop every Friday. How about us getting out of hand again Friday? Are you up for it?"

"Up for it is a funny thing to say under the circumstances, but hell yes, I think I would be up for it."

"Good, it's a date. I have to get home before Bill comes looking for me."

Everything was fine at home. Bill was playing with the kids and watching TV.

"You weren't gone long. I thought Doris would keep you busy all afternoon."

"Now he tells me!" The thought raced through my mind. I could have tried to get Harold up again."

"It was kind of strange, I never did know what Doris wanted for sure." I replied.

Gary fucked me twice on Monday. I wished Becky would start working full time so I could fuck her husband more often. I sure missed Dave and that huge cock of his in me a couple of times per week. The time dragged by until Gary got by on Thursday and gave me a double load while picking up his kids.

After he left I laid on the couch with a lot of his cum still inside me. The kids watched the same silly movie over and over again, which gives me the uninterrupted fuck time. I needed to get the cum out of me before Bill got home.

In the shower as I soaped up thinking of Old Harold and wondering if I would get him hard enough to fuck me again. Or, would just settle for the lovely way he ate my pussy. Toweling off out of the shower I squeezed my nipples through the towel and then let out a moan as I rubbed the towel over my fresh fucked pussy.

Still drying off with the towel my eyes fixed on Bill's razor on the sink. 

"If Harold wanted the little girl fantasy what would he do if my pussy was hairless? Why the Hell not? It's my pussy. I can shave it if I want." I thought to myself. "I can come up with something to tell Bill later."

Realizing I had too much hair just to attack it with a razor I slipped on my robe for a trip to the kitchen to fetch the scissors.

After checking on the kids I then stood in front of the sink with the bathroom door again closed. I laid the towel over the sink to catch the hair. I pulled on a tuft of my cunt hair. Snip! Trimmed it as close as I could get. Getting the top part was easy. I proceeded to careful trim it off my cunt lips.

There sure wasn't anyway to stop now. I looked like I had been attacked by a weed whacker. I squirted some of Bill's shave cream on my hand and smoothed it over my mound and across my slit. It felt pretty good. I was getting aroused by the attention I was paying myself down there. My lips got a little puffy and gapped open enough to make a little vertical smile in the shave cream.

Bill liked to leave the shave cream on his beard for a bit. He said it softened up his beard for an easier shave. What I had left was as rough as his stubble after not shaving a couple of days. My hand was a little shaky when I picked up Bill's razor and aimed it at the top of my pubic strands. I put a finger over my clit so I would hurt it and pulled the razor up from my clit to my tummy. Then gaining more confidence I cleaned of the rest of the patch above my slit.

It looked pretty good. Amazing actually. The stubble on my pussy lips looked funny with no hair above it. I rinsed Bill's razor, spread my legs as much as I could, then started to work on the rest of it.

At last, completely bald, I admired my work. With my small body and hairless snatch Old Harold will lose his mind. I could pass for twelve if it weren't for my 32-C cup boobs with their rock hard nipples. I ran my hand over where just moments ago I had curly pubic hair.

The razor left a little bit of burn. I put lotion on my hand and applied it to my cunt and pussy mound. The burn stopped and, believe me, the hand felt good on the smooth flesh.

Now, to be sure that Bill didn't get frisky and try to fuck me before Harold saw in the morning what I had done just for him.

I saw Doris walk to her car at 9:30 Friday morning. Harold would soon be tapping on my door. I made sure the kids had some snacks and cartoons were on the TV for them to watch. They would both nap off and on while they watched. In the back yard Harold was doing his 007 act as he slipped to the door. I got him quickly to my bedroom.




The Judy Chronicles Ch. 02



"Let's get these clothes off and get started. Doris doesn't ever get home early, does she?"

"No, we're fine. Listen I want to say I won't go all pervert on you today."

"That's okay, I've gone pervert enough for both of us.

I already had my top off and my tits exposed. When I pull down my shorts Harold did a double take.

"Oh, fuck! That's not fair!"

His eyes were locked on my bald crotch. I dropped backwards on my bed and opened my legs to give him a straight on view.

"My God, Judy! What have you done? Does Bill know you shaved yourself down there?"

"No, not yet, Probably not until tomorrow. I did it for you. Want to eat my young little pussy?"

"Girl, you've got me all fucked up now."

Harold dropped his pants and fell between my open thighs. After a few seconds looking he put his hand on my smooth skin, then leaned forward and start kissing dead center on my slit. After making me cum in about two minutes he looked up to speak."

"Judy, this is amazing. I don't know which I want more, to eat you or fuck you."

"Harold, you know you can do both."

"You've got me hard enough to fuck you, yet I don't want to stop eating your gorgeous crotch."

"Why don't you finish with what you started and I'll cum all over your face. I'll be so wet you won't be able to lap it all up."

"I wouldn't want to disappoint my favorite neighbor, now would I?"

"No, Harold. I love you munching and fucking my hot little cunt."

We were all in, so to speak. The game was on. I started to cum again as soon as I felt his breath back on my smooth shaven crotch.

That went on for about half an hour when I came big time. Harold stopped and moved toward my glistening slit with his hard cock in his hand. Aiming it dead center he punched it into me. It seemed harder than the last time. The old man fucked better than my husband and I was enjoying his cock inside me.

He held out for about fifteen minutes before spewing his load inside me. I couldn't help but cum right along with him. After letting it soften inside me we rolled apart and just laid there.

"I'd better check on the kids."

They were both asleep on the couch. That was perfect.

"The kids are both sleeping. Let's just hold each other for a while."

I cuddled up with my back to his shoulder so Harold could play with my boobs and fondle my pussy. Some of his seed was working it's way out of me and onto his fingers. He wasn't sure of what to do with it,

"Here, let me get that for you, Harold."

I sucked our juices from his fingers one at a time. Wow, I need more neighbors like you.

"Sounds like a death wish to me."

"Ha!" He laughed. "What a way to go."

I put my hand on his limp cock and made motions as if to jack him off. It seemed to react a little to my touch.

"I don't think you'll be able to put any life back in that old thing." Harold mumbled.

"Old man. I love a challenge."

I scooted down so I could take his penis in my mouth. I liked the taste of his sperm mixed with my cunt juices.

It was working. His cock was growing as I bobbed up and down on it. Soon it was at full staff.

"What do you think? Do you want to fuck me or shoot it down my throat?"

"Damn, Princess. That's hard to choose. It's been almost 40 years since I had the old pecker up for seconds. I think I had better fuck your sweet, smooth little pussy."

"You'll be getting sloppy seconds there, Gramps. Most of your first load is still in there."

I could hear the kids up and playing, probably chasing each other around. That usually goes well until one of them gets hurt. I hoped the would hold off screaming for me long enough for Harold to get his rocks off in me.

Harold was shoving his old cock in me again. I was all squishy as he went balls deep.

"Listen to what you have done. You've got me all messy in there."

I was getting the hell fucked out of me. He wasn't slowing down as he kept plunging hard and deep into me. And, his cock was hard a stone as I held on for the ride. Then he lunged into me, holding his cock in as deep it would go. I was cumming myself when I felt his seed start to surge into me.

It was quiet after that. Not much was said. Harold dressed and leaned over to kiss me before leaving. He looked at me laying there all spread with his cum running out of my bald cunt. I made to effort to get up or conceal myself.

"Do you want to see me again?"

"Sure." I smiled. "I had a good time. If you can get away from Doris before next Friday call me."

I put off showering until right before Bill came home. I liked knowing Harold's cum was inside me. Then I didn't try to get it out of me, just made sure none was caked to my now bald snatch or my thighs. Before Gary gets there I could wipe out anything else from Harold that might dribble out.

Bill got home and we were in our usual Friday night routine before he goes out to drink and gamble with his friends. He showered and played with the kids for a few minutes before dinner. Right before heading out to be with his buddies I gave him a kiss at the door and for some reason he patted me right on my pussy.

"Whoa! What's different there?" Bill's eyes met mine with a questioning look.

"It's my pussy, Bill." I whispered.

"I know that, Babe. What's different?

He pushed me back inside and ran his hand over my mound again. Not satisfied he maneuvered his hand inside my shorts and panties.

"What have we here?" He grinned.

"I wanted to surprise you with it tomorrow night. I guess the cat's out of the bag, so to speak."

"Let's have a look at it." He insisted.

I dropped my shorts and panties to the floor and stood before him with my hands grasping my wrists behind my back.

"We need to do something about that!" 

He was looking around for the kids. Satisfied that they were busy he pushed me into the bedroom and onto the bed. Next thing I knew he was banging the hell out of me. Not that it lasted long, but his enthusiasm caused me to cum twice myself. He delivered a surprising big load. Pleased with himself he was dressed again and out the door in five minutes.

Knowing that Gary would be at my door soon I realized that when I fucked him, including my husband, I would have been fucked by three men in the same day. I wiped a glob of Bill's sperm with a deep swipe of some tissues, leaving a bit of sperm from both Harold and my husband inside me. Gary wouldn't know he was getting me freshly fucked and when he was done I would have the seed of three men inside the very depths of my cunt.

The plan went well until Gary arrived and discovered my shaved pussy.

"Gawd, Judy! That's beautiful. I know what you said about not ever wanting my face down there. But ... that looks too good not to eat." 

Gary was leering at my smooth crotch and exposed slit. I didn't want him down there. After all the times we've screwed I still really didn't like him that much. Then an evil thought hit me. Why not let the bastard down there. Half of the juices were probably mine anyway mixed with Harold and my husband's cum. Gary may have just earned his chance to suck a cock by proxy.

"I don't know. I meant it when I said I didn't want you down there rooting around."

"I promise you that you won't regret it." He begged. You know you want it. I can see you already getting wet."

My hand went to my slit. I could feel I was leaking.

"Aw! Come on, Judy. At least let me feel the smoothness on my tongue and get a little taste. Please!"

My legs opened as I again laid back on the bed. Gary practically dove at my opening. After a few minutes of licking and kissing around his tongue went into my wet gash. After a minute or so of his tongue lapping at everything in there he leaned up to speak.

"You know, that's pretty good. Not exactly as I expected, but good. A little bit more tangy than I thought it would be, but I like it."

I felt wicked laying there with Gary's face all slick and shiny. Then, when his tongue lapped again I started to cum. He made me cum so many times I lost count as I lay there laughing inside at what he was enjoying so much. It was almost like Harold and Bill themselves were cumming in his mouth.

"I can't wait to get my cock in that pussy."

"I don't know Gary. You had your choice and decided you'd rather eat pussy than fuck. I've let you eat my pussy and now you think I should let you fuck me, too? 

Why did I feel so good denying Gary? The look on his face was of such desperation. I loved the moment of power, but needed fucked.

He fucked me twice after that. We paused while I put the kids to bed before he came in me the second time. As he was about set to get dressed to leave I flopped my legs open and closed several times at him.

"Don't you want to eat my married little cunt again before you leave?" I teased.

"Are you nuts? I'm not going to eat you with cum in there!"

"Oh, come on. Be a real man about it. Eat me some more." I continued.

"You're plain evil. I don't even know why I bother coming here to fuck you." He laughed.

"I can think of lots of reasons. Maybe I'll even let you eat me again some other time."

"Yeah? Well, you sound too eager." He teased back as he finished dressing and headed for the door.

"Next week? Same time? I whispered after him.

"You got it!" I could hear him whisper back as he turned towards home.

Well that was exciting. I did it, had three men cum in me the same day. I liked the feeling as I felt Gary's last load start to slide down my thigh. I hurried back inside and into the bathroom to sit on the toilet and let it drain out of me.

One of the kids woke up crying. I ran a handful of toilet paper over my sticky self. While I was comforting her about a bad dream husband Bill arrived home a little early. So much for getting to shower to clean myself up. Bill was all excited.

"I won a hundred and sixty bucks at poker tonight. I need to get at that bald little pussy of yours for a quickie every Friday before I go to play cards."

That was odd. I had never known him to come home any more than ten bucks or so ahead, and most Fridays it was way worse than that. He grabbed me for a big hug, with his hand ending right up on my damp cunt. Feeling the moisture on his hand he raised his hand to his face. His finger had a big drop of cum from Gary after I had wiped just a few minutes earlier.

"Look at the, Babe. I guess I really pumped you so full earlier it's still running out."

Bill ran his arm under my butt and picked me up to throw me on the bed. I let out a squeal that I hope the kids didn't hear. Before I could react Bill had his head between my legs.

"Just look at how smooth that pretty little thing is there. I could just kiss it all over."

"In all the time we've been married I can count on one hand how many times you've been down there. Let me take a shower first."

"No. I'll just kiss around the edges." 

"At the least let me use the wash cloth." 

I could feel more cum starting to come down. I wiggled away, rushed into the bathroom, and closed the door. Grabbing a wash cloth I wet it and wiped myself off, dipping the cloth as deep as I could inside me. Maybe that would be good enough.

"Shit!" I thought to myself. "Off all times for Bill to become a pussy eater."

I turned off the bathroom light and flopped back on the bed with my legs open. I felt evil and wicked about letting Gary eat my messy pussy and now I was determined that if all of sudden my husband wanted some of it too, so be it. I loved this sudden feeling of power over men in my life.

"If you think that's what you want ... go for it, Sweetheart."

There wasn't any hesitation. Just as he said he kissed all around my slit then planted a big kiss right on my clit. I was starting to relax and get into it when he kissed right down the center and ran his tongue up my opening. That's all it took for me to lose it. The contraction from my orgasm started all the cum in me to dribble outwards.

Meanwhile, Bill seemed surprised at the flow. What hit his tongue he captured in his mouth. Taking a big mouthful, he spit it out on my tummy. Then went back for more and spit that out on my tummy, too. One more time emptying his mouth on my tummy left quite a nice little puddle.

"Wow! Baby, I pumped one hell of a load in this little cunt of yours. If you wasn't already knocked up I sure as fuck would have gotten you again with all this seed."

Pleased with himself he went back to licking a deep into my slit as his tongue would go. I had cum twice more and he was about to get me again. Thinking about the poor bastard and how devious I was to let him take another man's cum in his mouth sent me into another one.

"I guess I shouldn't fuck it before I eat it, Judy Lynn. It's really tasting good." 

He had a big grin on his face. I just grinned back at him.

Shaving my pussy was sure paying off. The next day being Saturday, I got a good shower and put on a dress with no underwear underneath. It was easy to shave myself again in the shower. I was actually feeling romantic about my husband again. Before we even left for shopping I let him know that I wasn't wearing panties or a bra.

He wanted to go down on me before we ever left the house. Hard to do when the kids are bouncing around all excited to be going to the store. I teased him showing no mercy all day long while we were out. The kids fell asleep in the car on the way home. Bill wanted to let them sleep while we went into the house to fuck.

By the time we got them inside and on the couch still asleep we were both ready to go. I raised my dress in the kitchen and exposed my naked pussy to him. He pushed me back on the table and dropped down to bury his face in me. I came twice and was trying to get him to come up and fuck me right then in the kitchen.

Just our luck the youngest woke up and interrupted what was going to be what my husband and I both needed. I got off twice on his tongue while poor Bill had to blue ball it for the rest of the afternoon and evening.

Finally with the kids down for the night we both showered and got into bed.

"Baby, I've got a hardon that a cat couldn't scratch. I can't wait to bury it in you."

"Please do!" I told him with a fuck-me smile.

"First, I've got to taste that pussy again."

I wasn't going to stop him. I opened my thighs and guided his head to my already moist cunt. After all, maybe he should be entitled to eat some of me that didn't have somebody's cum in it. He was doing a great job. Had me cumming in a matter of minutes. He slowed down for me to recover, then kept on going.

It was starting to build in me again when I was thinking how he got me off twice earlier and had to hold off himself. He must be dying wanting to do a good job working over my pussy, but desperately needing relief. Then a cruel thought hit me. What if I got off and he didn't? Really fuck him up? I let him make me cum again. It was good, but I acted like I had passed out from it. He was climbing up to put it in me when I kind of turned to my side to make it difficult for him.

"Shit, Judy Lynn. I'm about to bust a nut. What's wrong?"

"Wow! That really took a lot out of me. Let me rest for a minute."

I turned so that he couldn't fuck me without me letting him. I kept my eyes closed and mumbled as if I were falling to sleep. He was bouncing around like I had kicked him in the nuts. I was loving the feeling. Finally he kissed my on the forehead and lay down on his side of the bed.

He laid beside me until he was sure I was asleep. Which I wasn't. I wanted fucked as bad as he did, making him miserable was more fun than I thought it could be. I thought of the power I felt by acting like I wasn't letting have some. The feeling was almost as good as cumming.

When Bill thought I was sleeping he quietly left the bed and slipped into the bathroom.

After about five minutes I knew he was in there jacking off to get some relief. Tiptoeing to the door I listened for the moment that it sounded like he was about to shoot his load and pushed against the door.

"What are you doing? Let me in." I whispered through the door.

"Just a minute ... uhhh ... give me a sec."

"I have to pee. Hurry up, please!"

With the door open Bill tried to keep turned away from me when I pissed in the toilet. I could see that he had put his underwear back on and the tent in front of it. He got back in bed. I finished and fell in beside him and faked going right back to sleep.

About a half hour later I listened while my husband slipped out of bed and into the living room. I gave it five minutes and peered around the doorway. He was on the couch all laid back with a hand full of tissue in his left hand and beating himself off with his right. His balls must have been going to explode if he didn't get off.

Just as he raised his left hand to catch the load ready to shoot his wad, I called out from the hallway.

"Bill, Honey, where are you?"

I could see him jump and try to cover himself. He stuffed the tissues under the couch cushion and bent his dick down to where it had to hurt. I giggled to myself. I felt so evil.

"I'm in here. I thought I heard a noise outside, so I sat down to listen."

"Are you hearing anything? If not come back to bed."

The only sound would be the sound of his nuts about to explode. He followed me to the bedroom. I had been sleeping in an old T-shirt style gown. I took it off in front of him and got in bed naked.

"It seems hot in here tonight, don't you think so?"

Every wife does this. If you are a woman you know it. If you are a man you probably don't suspect we do it on purpose. That little slit between our legs runs the house and runs the marriage. Bill's cock was about half staff. I pretended not to notice. I wasn't mad at him or anything. I was just fucking with his mind. He didn't answer my question.

"If I didn't tell you enough, I loved you eating my pussy tonight."

"Well, I liked it, too." I loved the ache in his voice.

"Really, eat me some more!"

I slid into the center of the bed and opened my legs. Patting my thighs I told him how much I loved it. He obediently dropped forward and starting licking my outer lips.

"Ummm, Billy, I love that. Put that tongue deep inside me."

I grabbed his head and shoved his face tight into my cunt and didn't let go. It was hard for him to get his breath because I wouldn't let him up. The feeling was amazing. Not so much the pussy eating, but knowing I had him and his only choice was lick my cunt or drown in my juices. He made me cum several times, yet not a drop seemed to escape his mouth. Finally I let him go.

"God Damn, Judy. You trying to smother me?"

"No, it was just so good I couldn't let you up."

"Well, it's about time I got some of that pussy."

There stood my husband at the foot of our bed with his dick hard and straight out. As his wife I know I should spread my legs and let him fuck me. It was almost comical to see the look on his face.

"It's the middle of the night? You must be tired. I know I am. Tomorrow is Sunday. Why don't we wait and go at it fresh in the morning?"

"Jesus Christ, Judy. You are fucking killing me. What am I supposed to do? Jack off myself?"

Not that I hadn't already stopped him from jacking off twice already. Maybe I should see how far this would go since I could see how much I was in control.

"I think I'd like to see you jack off." I sat up to the foot of the bed to where his cock was about a foot from my mouth. "Here, jack off on my tits. I think I'd like that."

The blank stare I got didn't last long as Bill started to jerk furiously on his cock trying to get some relief. From past experience with him being this worked up he would cum within a couple of minutes after getting it in me. This wasn't going to take long. 

When he leaned in to me to make sure his cum would hit my tits I instead put my mouth over the head of his swollen prick and looked up into his eyes. The surprise in his eyes express the amazement that I was actually doing this to him. He knew how I felt about sucking him. I pushed forward and took him to the back of my throat. Had there been more to swallow I would have taken it, too.




The Judy Chronicles Ch. 02



I had my nose tight into his pubic hair. His balls were slapping my chin. He was making some God awful noises as I worked him in and out. When I felt the first spurt I was going to swallow, but decided to catch his cum in my mouth. I held him there until I felt the last of his load empty from his dick.

Leaning back a little, I smiled up at him. I let a little cum leak from the edge of my mouth, and used my finger to push it back. It tasted pretty good. Bill was making sounds trying to talk. Finally ...

"I can't believe you did that! I mean you always detested me trying to put my cock there."

I opened my mouth to let him see his cum, working it around with my tongue. Then I closed my mouth to swallow, opening it up again to show it was gone. Words were still escaping him. I gave him a cum flavored deep kiss.

"Sorry, I thought your nuts were about to explode. We wouldn't want that mess all over the bedroom, would we? Are we good now?"

Bill settled down on the edge of the bed. I crawled up and went to sleep. I felt the bed move as he settled down enough to join me several minutes later.

Sunday morning we were awakened by the kids piling in on the bed. I hadn't put on anything to sleep in so Bill, in his underwear, had to hustle them from the room. Rather than getting up I laid there naked under the sheet.

"Are you getting up or do think you are the Princess today?" Bill teased as he popped his head into the door.

I raised the sheet.

"The kids will just interrupt us now. I'll start breakfast." Bill offered.

"Just as well I need a shower and shave down there just in case you want some more of that."

The shower felt good. I think I used all the hot water as I had it running hot and let it run while I shaved my pussy. I dressed for the day and got to the kitchen just as Bill was finishing putting the kids dishes in the sink. He turned around as I padded into the room.

"Hey, I got enough batter to make you a couple of pancakes." He offered.

"Sure, go ahead. It would be good to see you cook for a change. I'll just sit here and be the princess."

While I ate my pancakes Bill laid the Sunday paper out on the table and started to read. As I finished his attention was on the sports section. I scooted around my chair and wiggled out of my panties. I tossed them across the table so they landed on the paper. I had chosen to wear a light sun dress without a bra. Now my panties lay before him. Having gotten his attention I pulled my sun dress low enough off one shoulder to expose a nipple. My husband lifted my panties to his face and sniffed my aroma.

"Looks like this might be a fun Sunday." His eyes sparkled.

"Might be. Depends on whether you have really learned to play your cards right." I challenged.

Sundays have been rather boring without access to some strange cock. I had found a new game for my amusement. I got up, then walked around the table so to be sitting with my ass on the table right beside him. I lifted up my dress and opened my legs for him. Bill fucked a finger into me, then another. I sat there with my head back while his fingers worked in and out. The situation made it easy for me to cum and send my juices to run down onto his hand.

The roughness of his construction worker hands against my shaved cunt were an amazing contrast. I felt myself ready to cum again. I pulled my dress down again enough to pop a nipple free. With his fingers still in me I pushed my erect nipple against his cheek. He quickly turned to suck it into his mouth. He sucked hard while swirling his tongue around on it. It was like a little bullet between his lips. His tooth grazed against it, sending a jolt from my tit right to my cunt where his fingers were working feverishly inside me.

Not even my babies had ever bitten a nipple. A sudden passion made me whisper in his ear.

"Go ahead. Bite down on it a little if you want." I urged.

Bill added pressure, turning the sucking into biting. I liked the way it hurt, hurt in a good way. Something turned up the thermostat on my inner furnace. A warmth flowed towards my slit.

"No, really bite my nipple. Really, it's okay. Bite me harder."

There was a sharp pain as he clamped down on my nipple hard, Heat from my nipple into my tit, straight to my clit and flowed right to my pussy and into my cervix. My orgasm hit like fireworks ... burning and exploding within me. I went limp as a rag doll. Bill had to keep me from sliding from the table to the floor. My weight shifting down hard on my husband's fingers already inside me added to what was happening to me.

"Jesus Christ, Judy. What the fuck happened to you?"

"What the fuck indeed, Bill. Ain't you ever seen a girl cum before?"

"Not like that. What got into you?"

"Your fingers, Bill. Your fingers. Really, it must be the hormones from the pregnancy." I lied.

"I guess that could be it."

I could see the tent in his pants and the look in his eyes. Now was time to play the game some more.

"So, want to eat my pussy?"

"Hell, yes! And, fuck you, too. But, we had better get to the bedroom."

"Why don't you lift my ass up on the counter and eat my cunt by the sink. After you make me cum you can turn me around and fuck me from behind right here in the kitchen."

"We will have to keep an eye out for the kids."

"On second thought, I'd better go check on them."

I left Bill at the table watching my ass sway into the living room. I dropped down beside the kids on the couch.

"Hi, kids. What are you watching on TV? Did you see Daddy made Mommy pancakes for breakfast, too?"

Bill followed me in and sat in his recliner. I sat between the kids on the couch with my knees up and my feet on the edge of the cushion. I moved my knees apart so he could see my bald pussy. He tried to hold down the tent in his pants. When he looked up to my face after several minutes of staring at my open slit I licked my lips. It was going to be a good day.

At almost noon Bill's game was about to start on the television. I was still playing my own little game. I knew he would be watching my ass as I went into the kitchen. With the kids view of me blocked by the couch I turned, lifting my dress, giving Bill a clear view. I rubbed my pussy, then put a finger inside, openly fucking myself with it. Bill came off the couch.

"You kids finish watching your cartoon. I'll go help your Mom in the kitchen."

I should make a note that although I had said before that we lived in a trailer park our home was a double wide with regular sized rooms. So it's not like with lived in a tin can.

So, anyway, positioning myself on the table so I could watch the door for the kids I laid back spread wide open.

"Come on, Baby. Eat my hot little cunt for me."

I could see the clock and knew the game would come on soon. I let him eat me until I came rather violently, then as the music started to play to end the kid's program I begged him to fuck me. I took his short cock to the balls at got him started pounding away at me.

"Oh, Sweetheart, fuck my married little cunt."

I got that wicked feeling again by referring to my cunt as being married. He had no idea of the secret meaning of what I said, that someone else was getting to my married goodies. The idea of it made me cum on his cock, clamping down on it hard. I watched the look on his face. That with the feeling of his cock swelling up a bit told me it was going to hurt if I made him quit before spraying his seed inside me. I started to wiggle away from him on the table causing his cock to plop out of my wetness.

"One of the kids is coming!" I exclaimed in a husky whisper.

Bill looked quickly towards the living room. I looked at his cock bobbing erect in front of him as he started to conceal himself in case one of both of them were about to run in on us. I pulled my dress down as if I expected them to pop into the room.

"No, they are not. You pulled away from me just as my balls were starting to contract."

I knew they weren't coming. His game was about to start on TV and I just won mine in the kitchen. I started to make the kids a sandwich at the counter. I had a husband that looked like his nuts were about to explode ... and not in my pussy like he had hoped to happen.

"Did you want a sandwich while I am making them for the kids, Bill?"

He kind of bent over at the waist, waved his hand in disgust and returned to his recliner. The kids came screaming towards me wanting lunch.

My plan was to tease him until bed time. I showered before bed and shaved my pussy again. Then after getting him to eat me out I let him fuck me. He was getting better about lasting longer inside me. I didn't care who was fucking me. Bill was doing alright, but I was thinking about Dave's big cock in me and wondering if Dave ever would be back when I realized my husband was about to finally lose his load.

"I think I heard something outside."

"What? Now?"

"Yes, what if it is someone stealing something out of your truck? You better go look." I insisted.

Bill pulled out of me, his cock dripping my juices on the sheet. I made him get dressed and go outside with a baseball bat to check. I could see him shining the flashlight and looking around the house and shed for the intruder. I hadn't really heard anything, but it was both funny and mean to watch him look. I started rubbing my clit while I remembered what Dave could do to me with his foot long cock. I really missed his huge member pounding around inside me. I made myself cum just as Bill quietly closed the door to the outside.

"I didn't see a fucking thing out there. Are you sure you heard something?"

He looked like a broken man as he dropped back on the bed. Now naked again his cock lay limp, such as it was, against his thigh.

"Oh, what happened to hubby's nice hardon?" I cooed.

"It got sent outside for no fucking reason." He complained.

"We need to fix that."

He was surprised when I took it into my mouth, and had it hard again in a short few minutes. While he was laying back with his eyes closed and his cock at the back of my throat I pulled up off him as I felt him about to cum. Bill had a pleading look on his face. I threw my leg over him and shoved my pussy down over his now rock hard prick. I managed to get myself off again just as I felt his sperm surge from his cock into me.

His cock went limp while I sat on him. I rolled off and pulled the sheet up over us. I felt his cum start to run out of me. We'd need clean sheets in the morning.

"You better get some sleep. You've got work in the morning."

It was Monday. Becky had to work. Or, so she said over the phone. She dropped the kids off early. Later in the morning Gary stopped in and gave me a good fucking. Getting back to his eight plus inches was great after the weekend with my husband's five. Excuse me, again, five and half.

Harold didn't get away before Friday. Matter of fact on Tuesday I answered a knock on the door to find it was Doris. Fearing the worst I smiled and invited her in. To make the tension worse she waited until after I made us a cup of tea before she started to speak.

"I know what's going on here young lady."

"You do?"

I thought my ass was had. If she went to Bill my marriage would be in deep shit. I thought of something Harold had said that made me look at her sagging tits. They did hang flat under her house dress that she was wearing. Like he said. Like pancakes only to come back out like boobs with the nipples almost to her waist. They must have been grand in her day. I'm glad I waited to see what would come out of the old biddies' mouth next.

"I know your were fucking my grandson and I've seen your boyfriend from up the street slipping around when your hubby ain't home to guard your cheatin' little cunt."

"Oh my, Doris, I'm so sorry. I never intended for you to know about and Bobby and me."

"No harm done. The boy's mother and me tried to keep him away from women for his own good. You screwing him was probably just what he needed before heading off to college. You look like you'd be a good fuck."

I never would have believed the old woman would be so brusque. Becky and I had talked of fucking and cheating and shared Dave's cock, but this direct approach from this grandmotherly old broad was unexpected.

"Gosh, Doris, I don't know what to say. You must think bad of me for cheating on Bill."

"Oh, think nothing of it." Doris waved he hand. "The idea of Bobby with his cock buried to the hilt in you makes me proud of the boy. And, as far as the other guy goes I wouldn't mind some of that myself."

Doris took a another sip of tea and sat the cup down.

"When I was your age I was single and dating men. I'd tease them and get them all nervous and worked up, then leave them with a major case of the blue balls. I went the whole summer after high school with a new guy every week. Then I met Carl. Carl wouldn't take no shit. I'd let most guys play with my tits, even a few got a finger in my cunt, but I'd always send them home suffering."

Doris paused to see my reaction. I guess I had my mouth open. I couldn't speak a word.

"Carl was different as I found out later, a little slow. Kind of retarded. Quite the jock at school, but dumber than shit. We were making out on a picnic table down by the river at the park. When I told Carl no he just kept his finger in me and pushed all the harder. Then with his other hand he unfastened his belt and dropped his belt and underwear. I'd caught my brothers jacking off when we were kids and thought I had an idea what a cock was supposed to look like."

Again, she stopped to catch my reaction. Taking another sip of tea, she just watched me, waiting for a response.

"Don't stop now, Doris. You've got me interested." I stammered.

"So, there I was. A cock much bigger than I thought a cock should be pointing its evil eye right at where Carl's finger was working up my juices. I realized he was going to try to get it in me no matter what I tried to do to stop it. I pictured my virgin little pussy all torn and bleeding from his efforts. I was leaning back with my arms holding me up off the picnic table as I needed both hands to grip the sides."

There was a twinkle in her eye and she dropped one hand to her lap.

"I was in a bad spot. If I kept my grip I couldn't move my hands. If I moved my hands I'd fall back on the table. With my now exposed pussy at the edge of the table I was wide open for Carl's cock. I stared the size of it as he rubbed it up and down my now wet slit. It wasn't huge. About eight inches, but for a young girl that had never had one in her before it looked monstrous."

"Take off my panties, I told him. I don't want them stained or torn up to have to explain them to Momma."

"That was your first time, then, huh?" I guess it was stupid question."

"He had me pretty worked up from making out and fingering me. I was expecting that he wouldn't get it to go in when the head slid right past my little cunt lips. He held the head there, I think trying not to cum in me right away. It really felt pretty good. Then some more went in with me soon feeling the sting of him getting my cherry. Within a minute he had gone all in and reached my depths and lost his load."

"I wasn't expecting that and wasn't sure how to feel when I felt the surge of his sperm. I liked the way it felt and quickly checked in my mind to be sure I wasn't fertile. Realizing I was safe I relaxed to enjoy the prick that was starting to soften in me. The the cocksucker pulled it out and stepped back."

"That wasn't fair, so I yelled at him for cumming in me. When he asked if I'd get pregnant I told him I wasn't sure so he could worry about that for a while. I never moved from my spot. With him staring at my now open slit I squeezed my tummy muscles and the cum ran out of me and splattered in little droplets onto the ground."

"That went on for a few minutes and a little more of his seed would trickle out. I had no idea that would happen like that. I wasn't his first, but I sure had him spooked when I asked him if he was going to fuck me again. His cock was back up to about half hard. I started finger fucking myself right in front of him. That got the reaction I needed. He was soon hard and back inside me pounding away for all he was worth."

Doris sighed and paused for a moment.

"Ah! That was summer that ended my innocence. Once I found I liked a man between my legs I couldn't get enough. I didn't tell anybody no after that. I had sex with fifteen to twenty guys, some only once and the others I about wore out. Carl was in the mix and I guess since he got my cherry I thought he was the one to marry. That lasted about a year, he'd beat the shit out of me on a regular basis. After that I started fucking some old boyfriends and he started drinking harder."

"Sounds like getting rid of him was a good idea."

"All it took was a divorce, a restraining order and threats from a 12 gauge shotgun to end that deal. Then I hung around the military thinking I'd land me an officer. I fucked quite a few, but no of them thought I was marrying material, I guess. I'd find several with a nice cock and good to fuck, but when they'd transfer I was never asked to tag along."

"Wow! That must have been an lot of guys?" I exclaimed, curious about a number.

"Probably about fifty." The old lady sighed. "I even went after the married ones. Believe me, I would have broken up a marriage for the security of being an officer's wife. Then along came Harold with his charming eyes and handsome smile."

"Threw you the old curve ball?"

"Harold stayed in for eight years and came out a sergeant. I still get all wet over a man in uniform. Not ready to settle, I played hard to get for several weeks while we dated. Then as he was going to be transferred he asked me to marry him. He's been good to me and all the kids are his in spite of the odds of them being someone else's child. I was a good girl for a couple of years before the Whore Gene took over."

"The Whore Gene?" I was puzzled.

"I figure every little girl is born with a Whore Gene. How she handles it is up to her. The most self-righteous, frigid bitches know they have it and fight it every moment. Deep inside they really want to fuck every one they get to know. They just keep fighting it."

"God made women want to reproduce. It's in the DNA. Modern standards make it difficult to turn the Whore Gene loose."

Doris was staring intently at me now.

"Most women balance it and have regular families. Some have a stray in there from time to time without the husband knowing it wasn't his. Probably more than anyone would like to admit. Then there are the women like me. I get to know a man well enough to fuck, I fuck him. Sometimes it would be one right off the street, or from a bar, or another parent at one of the kids school activities."

"So Harold thinks he is the one and only, and that's not true, then?" I grinned.

"He's not even one in a hundred, Honey. I embrace the Whore Gene. What kind of girl are you, Judy?"

I know I blushed. The old broad was trying to flush me out.

"Don't know." My voice echoed in my ears.

"I think you are more on my team. Am I right?" She tried to egg me on into telling her more about me. I'm not talking about being an out control slut that fucks anything at the drop of a hat. On the scale of one to ten with five being a married wife that would fuck someone she liked if she could, I think maybe you and I could be an eight ... maybe eight and half."

"Eight and a half. I'm no eight and a half!" I protested.

"Well, not now Dear, but look at you fucking three guys any given week."

"Well ..." I paused, not knowing what else to say.

"I'll bet you are holding out on me."

Suddenly I looked at old Doris. She was still pretty and except for the flapjack tits Harold talked about she was in pretty good shape. Maybe a little too much makeup, but put a good bra on Doris she could pass for ten years younger. I decided she was probably still fucking around on Harold from time to time. It might be stupid, but I felt I could trust Doris.




The Judy Chronicles Ch. 02



"The was another guy. His name was Dave. I met him through a girlfriend. The guy had a foot-long cock on him. He left for the West Coast last month."

"Gawd, Girl!" Twelve inches of cock in a little thing like you. You must miss that?"

"Yes, I told myself I wouldn't, but I do. I miss it a lot."

"Anyone else?" She moved up in her chair to hear more from me."

"One other guy. He was older."

If she suspected Harold the shit would be about to hit the fan. I gave her a cold eyed stare.

"Good for you kid. I just knew you and I were so much alike. Welcome to the sisterhood!"

Doris slapped her thigh and reached for her tea cup. I laughed with her. 

"I'm still thinking of a little thing like you with a twelve inch cock." Doris marveled. "As the saying goes, that thing must have looked like a truck drove through it. 

"It kind of felt like it the first few times."

Listen, Sweetie, what I wanted to offer is that if you need to get away from the kids to bed some new fella I'd be glad to watch them."

"Okay, I'll maybe there will be a time I can take you up on that."

"Deal is, I get to hear all the details."

"Good enough. Say, are you still getting out there yourself? If you don't mind me asking."

"Every Friday morning for sure. I met a fifty-something real estate salesman that I hook up with for about an hour before my hair appointment. We go to one of the houses listed for sale and fuck like newlyweds. Then if we can during the week and even the weekend if I can give Harold a good enough excuse to get out without him.

"Okay, then." I was a bit stunned. Do you and Harold, you know, still do it, too?"

"It's been a while. Probably five years. The old fucker lost interest for a bit and I got someone to fill his spot in the batting order, if you know what I mean."

That told me old Harold was serious about his sex life and didn't know about what Doris was up to. Harold may have lost his spot in the batting order, but I put him back in the game. Then my phone rang. It was Harold. What the fuck?

"Hey, is Doris over there?

"Yes, just a minute."

"She ain't asking about us is she?"

"No, no problem. Let me put her on. Doris, it's Harold."

"What's the old fuck want?" Doris grumbled.

"What are you doing over there." I could still hear Harold's voice."

"Just some girl talk. Why are you bothering me?"

"What about my lunch? Where the fuck is my lunch?"

"Maybe it's between my legs you old fart. Don't you know how to heat a can of soup? Quit fucking bothering me."

"Well, fuck off, you nasty old cunt."

Doris hung up and looked at me.

"I still love that old bastard. We don't usually act like that. He must have been worried about me."

That was it. I was pretty well fixed. I didn't need for Doris to watch the kids. But, it did clear things up for me about my guilt for fucking Harold.

Things went along pretty smoothly. I was extra horny and was glad I was getting all that cock until about my sixth month. By then everybody was afraid to climb on and I was afraid to slide under. We did it with me on top amongst my fellas from time to time. However, I was starting to lose interest, except for Gary. His cock was the right size and he needed to get his rocks off since Becky had all but cut him off to fuck her new guy.

The baby arrived right on time and sure wasn't my husband's kid. Lucky for all she looked very much like me although I could see a little of Gary in her. Before she was born I told the doctor I didn't want any more kids. The reason for that being that I knew I had turned into a little fuck slut. I didn't want to worry about pregnancy or missing out on getting cock because a big belly was in my way.

My doctor said she would tell my husband that getting pregnant again would be dangerous for me. That was the excuse for having my tubes tied. The sympathy from Bill was almost comical because I screwed him with the lie.

The doctor seemed to have it figured out that the baby wasn't my husband's with her statement after surgery.

"I know how you feel. My last two of my five kids didn't belong to my husband. As soon as I got myself fixed I could fuck whoever I wanted. You'll be glad you had it done."

"Yes, I know." I told her. "I can't wait to get started."

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The Judy Chronicles Ch. 03



Having the neighbor's baby sure can change a woman. There wasn't much doubt to me it was his. I could see a little bit of the neighbor and none of my husband. The doctor had gone along with me in telling Bill that I should not have more kids. With my tubes tied I was a month out from childbirth and looking for a fuck buddy more than sex with my husband.

Luck would have it that we got out of the trailer park and into a little house in Glen Burnie. It being closer to work for my husband Bill made the extra rent a little more bearable. The distance to where we did live wasn't much but severed most of the neighbors I'd mentioned before. Gary didn't contact me to check out the new baby even though I left a message for him. His wife, my best friend Becky had left with her money laden boyfriend months earlier.

So, I had a clean slate. No old lovers even though I did miss Bobby. Now I was a Mom with three kids, one slightly not legit. I almost had my figure back. My tits looked good. I didn't let the baby hang off my nipples. Another couple of pounds and I'd be back in shape never to be stretched out under maternity clothes ever again.

After starting out my marriage as a good girl my penis count not counting my husband was at four.

Five came unexpectedly. Bill was watching the kids so I could go to the store after dinner, but before he went to bed. I was about finished when a really hot guy about 35 commented after seeing diapers, formula, wipes and all things baby in my cart along with the groceries.

"Shopping for a friend?" I knew it was a line.

"No. I have a month old and two more at home."

"Wow! No ill effects."

"Thank you." 

I probably sounded a little flirty. That may have brought on what he said next.

"You look like you could use a good fucking."

I was a bit taken back by his bluntness. But, he was right. I'd had enough of being a new mom. He sent a tingle through my pussy with one simple sentence. I looked at the store sign right above our heads.

"And, you are going to do that right here in aisle 11?"

"No. I have my car out in the parking lot. It's a big car. Plenty of room for two in the back."

"Does that line ever work?"

"Not so far."

"Well it did now. Let me put the milk back in the cooler."

"It's not hot out. It should be fine."

We both watched each other go through different cashier lines. I got to my car and loaded my groceries as he walked by carrying his stuff in one bag.

"Come on with me. It will be fun."

We walked together another hundred feet. He put his bag in the front seat. I slid in the back with him.

"I suppose this is going to be a get-to-know-you fuck. You probably need to get home."

"I kind of do." I confessed. Husband's at home with the kids.

"Best kind of fuck!"

"Yes, I know." I agreed.

I pulled up my skirt and took off my panties. He unzipped and put his pants around his ankles. I straddled his legs with my back to him. He rubbed his cock head around on my pussy. It slipped in me. I lowered myself down on it, quickly grinding it around inside me.

"Feels good baby. You and your husband fucking again?"

"No, probably in a couple of weeks. You feel good in me."

It's hard to tell how big a guy is in a back seat and in a car, but he had me ready to cum. When I was trying to get all I could of him in me I felt him start to spurt. Not once or twice, but six or eight times. I sat there a few minutes resting my arms on the back of the front seat. Cum was running from my freshly fucked cunt. It was his back seat, his worry.

"I hope you live around her so we can do this again."

I told him my street and told him the number was 436.

"Holy shit! We're neighbors. I'm at 432, one house between us."

"No you don't. I've met that lady. She's like eighty something. I've never seen you car there."

"Yeah. That's my Mom. She's 82! We have a garage."

"You live with your Mom?"

"I'm divorced. No kids. Mom couldn't live alone. I needed a place to stay. Two problems solved."

"No, three problems solved. My Bill is gone 6 A.M. to 3:30 P.M."

"I sell cars. I'm off Mondays and Thursdays. I'll have to clean this one up before work tomorrow."

"I let myself get fucked by a car salesman?"

"Hey, they're nice cars. You got a problem with that?'

"Just I've got to get home. I've got milk in my car."

"Look at me. I've got cream in mine."

"Can you remember my number to call before you come over Thursday?"

"Really? I'm in? Just like that?"

I gave him my number and raised up off his cock. It was a good thing I had my skirt up around my waist as his load gushed out of me.

I sort of sang in my car on the way home. My panty crotch was soaked while Bill helped me put things away. My husband gave me an admiring glance.

"You look good, Judy. I can't wait until I can fuck you again."

"Yeah, me neither." I smiled. "Maybe a couple of more weeks. You know. Don't want to rush that surgery."

A little more cum trickled into my panties. Then I remembered that I didn't even get the guy's name. So, anyway that was number five.

Number five's name turned out to be Wayne. I told him that Bill left for work at 6 A.M. My phone rang at 6:30.

"Hi. Bad time?" This was before cell phones. My phone still had rotary dial.

"No. You coming over?"

"Yeah. I want to see that pussy in the daylight."

"You need a little checking out yourself. All I'm sure of is that you can sure fill a girl with cum. My kids are asleep. They might mess things up. How long can you stay?"

"As long as you want. It's my day off, you know."

Two minutes later he was at the back door. I pushed him towards our bedroom.

"The kids usually stay in bed until around eight. We shouldn't have to hurry this time and my bed is going to beat the hell out of your back seat."

My bed wasn't made. I undressed and slipped under the sheet to watch Wayne. My eyes probably got bigger when he took off his underwear. I wasn't going to be missing Gary from the trailer park. Wayne had six inches that wasn't even hard yet. He knew he had a big cock. He proudly jacked it a few times to get it hard. It must have been nine inches. A little precum was already on the head. He noticed the look on my face.

"Bigger than you're used to?" There was a bragging tone to his voice.

"Bigger than I married to. A little bigger than I was used to."

"Oh? I found myself a little wildcat."

"You won't find out standing there."

I kicked off the sheet. Wayne was looking me over. I opened up to give him an view up my cunt.

"Husband still not tapping that?" Wayne grinned and pointed at my wet slit.

"He can wait. You need to get down her and fuck me proper. No more back seats."

He hadn't gotten all the way into me in the parking lot that night. I was surprised that with no sex after the baby with his precum and my pussy wanting fucked his cock went right in with just a few strokes. It felt good having a big cock in me again ,touching places that needed touched by a man. He was holding it tight in me. Neither of us were moving as we just looked at each other's faces.

"You could make me cum real easily."

"You mean, like if I did this"

Wayne pumped into me hard then slowed it down. I needed to cum so I just let it go. Wayne looked a little surprised.

"This is going to be easy."

"Well, right now I feel like I'm easy. Fuck me some more."

We started into a good rhythm together. Not like the clumsy thrusting I got from my husband. Wayne made me cum several more times as we gently fucked for almost the next hour. When I felt his cum start to spurt deep in me things became frantic. I was getting fucked hard as his seed drained into me and I was loving it. That's what I had been missing.

Silly Things! That's what we talked about for another ten minutes. Then the kids got up and ran through the house waking Little Gary. That wasn't really his name and I wouldn't call him that when someone could hear me. Gary being his real daddy even though the prick had never seen the kid.

"What should I do? Crawl out the window?"

"You said you had all day. Hang around and be quiet. When the kids are fed and settled I'll come in and suck your cock for you."

When you want a man's attention mention sucking his cock. Nothing else matters.

Thirty minutes later I returned to keep my promise. Nine inches down my throat felt almost as good as nine inches up my pussy. Wayne didn't last. He had no idea a girl could get a cock that size down her throat. A few minutes later I was sputtering and swallowing cum. Wayne was pretty stunned from both the deepthroat and me swallowing.

Later I was back working myself down on his cock. Unlike in his back seat the nine inches was really making a place for itself. I was leaning over so he could suck my nipples. That all ended with us cumming right before the kids came looking for something for lunch.

Twice after lunch Wayne had his big cock erupt in me. I was feeling hooked on men's cum again.

That was our routine for months after that. Wayne was my steady fuck buddy every Monday and Thursday. Sometimes I'd slip out at night with Bill asleep after a hard day's work. Wayne left his back window open. I'd usually fuck him a couple of times a week like that. Not a lot of time. Wham! Bam! Cum in my horny little twat and back to my sleeping husband.

A random fuck can be a good thing. Cock number six happened at a local park that I'd walk to with the kids so they could run around and my oldest play on a swing. We were almost always the only ones there. This one particular day a man in his forties was walking his dog and stopped near us. It was a Wednesday. Wayne had fucked me on Monday. I hadn't slipped out the window the night before and I was horny. This man's wife was in the area at her sister's house. Walking the dog was a good alternative to listening to the two women.

I really wanted fucked. I was wearing a favorite pair of slacks that were light green and made of jean like material. I'd worn the hell out of them. I bent over to check on the baby knowing the material was thin enough to outline my pussy. Catching him staring I wanted him to know I was needing fucked.

"Maybe we should sit at the picnic table under the tree." 

I pointed to a shady spot on a warm day. The baby was in a carrier that I sat on top the table. There were some shrubs to hide the trash can. I had a clear view of my other two kids. If I was going to get his cock in me I had to make the first move. I went to the end of the table and dropped my slacks and panties to my ankles, then bent over the table.

"I'm horny as hell, my husband is out of town and I really need fucked if you are interested."

The part about Bill being out of town was a lie but the rest was true as could be. The stranger tied his dog to the table bench I was waiting for his cock to penetrate my cunt lips when I felt his whole face against my pussy and his tongue slurping up the length of my slit. No matter how much I want cock in me I wasn't turning that down. I let him eat me and suck my clit.

Finally his cock was in me. Not really big, but it was a cock. I was happy as he fucked me hard from behind. I watched for other people and made sure my kids stayed in place. Then I got a little distracted as he had me cumming. Somehow he held back making me beg for his seed.

"Cum in me damn it. Shove that cock in me and spurt that load."

I looked up and my daughter was right in front of me. She gave a kind of funny look like "why is that man behind you like that?"

She looked wide eyed as she told me her little brother had pooped his pants.

"Okay, Honey. Mommy will be there in a minute."

She turned to run back to play. I felt the stranger's load flood my cunt. All's well that ends well.

"Two in diapers, huh?" He asked,

"Yeah, it's a mother's blessing. Thank God that's the last one!"

"Been there! Done that!"

I pulled up my slacks and panties. He put is cock back in his pants and walked away with his dog. I felt a little of his sperm puddle under my outer lips and seep into my panties. Number six wasn't going to stick around. I liked the way his seed felt squishy in me while I walked home with the kids. I liked it still in me when Bill came home. After ninner I rolled up my soaked undies and tossed them in the washer so Bill wouldn't see the stain.

When I clicked on the machine nothing happened.

"Bill. The washer just broke again!"

"What did you need to wash?"

"Your work clothes, my underwear and baby clothes and what the kids wore to the park today."

"Why don't you run them to the Laundromat and call the repairman tomorrow?"

"Okay, but I'm not dragging the kids along."

"Deal ... maybe and hour or two away from them would do you some good."

"That was sweet." I thought. "I should let him fuck me more often."

I loaded the dirty laundry into the car. The coin operated laundry had some scary people when I'd had to go there the last time the machine broke. There was a sign out front of a new apartment complex that offered tenant's free use washers and dryers. I thought maybe I could still use quarters and hope they had a dollar bill changer.

When I carried in the first bag three guys were using machines. Two washers were still open. I was getting a good looking over. Maybe this was seven, eight, and nine. I blushed a little from the looks I was receiving. I didn't see any coin mechanisms on the machines.

"I thought these were pay machines."

"They are free if you live here."

"Well, I don't. I guess I'd better leave."

"No, No. Don't do that. We won't tell. Stay a while with us."

I was thinking this was going to work out well. Three college hunks gathered around me. Well, one college hunk, an average guy, and a real skinny kid that made you think like he was fourteen the way he acted so goofy.

"Okay." Was I flirting? "There's a basket in the car."

Two went out after it while the hunk hung around just being a hunk. The skinny one won the battle to carry the basket. One hand slipped letting my dirty clothes tumble to the floor. The panties bounced free and unrolled themselves on the floor. The kid reached for them before seeing the cum in the crotch.

"Oh!"

I thought he was going to bolt for the door. I tried to reassure him.

"I do have a husband you know."

That seemed to make it better as I picked them up by the waist elastic and tossed them in one of the open machines. It was a little awkward as we sat on benches not knowing what to say. One of their machines was shaking as it washed.

"I hear if a girl sits on a washing machine it will make her cum."

Okay, the college hunk was cute, but not exactly exempt from blurting out something stupid. The three of them had their eyes darting around as if the hunk had just messed everything else up for everyone else.

"Never heard that. Let's see."

I pushed up backwards on the washer and scooted my ass to find a good spot. I sat there looking back at them stare as if ten seconds was going to send me into some kind of gigantic orgasm. Five minutes later I was feeling it, but not in any danger of cumming when it went into spin mode. The real show was them watching me then as I was getting bounced around.

"Damn!" The machine had stopped. "Three more seconds and I would have cum all over that thing ... just teasing!

They paused and looked at each other. Getting the joke we all laughed. Then the hunk came through.

"While these machines are running I can show you around the building. It's mostly kids from the college. These two can move your stuff over to the dryer if the washer gets done before we get back."

"Can you show me your apartment?"

"We can go there first." He looked like he could pass out or throw up from the idea of what might happen.

"Okay, then." 

I started for the door. Everyone's jaw dropped. There was a short hallway into a main lobby. I walked to the elevator on the other side and stood waiting for the hunk. He stood next to me and pushed the button for the seventh floor. He fumbled for his key to the apartment. A quick tour showed three bedrooms, a bath, and a combo kitchen and living room.

"Which bedroom is yours?"

The hunk pointed to the one at the front. His window had a good view of the area buildings. I took off my clothes and laid on the bed with my legs open.

"You didn't think I come to your apartment and not let you fuck me?"

There was kind of a blur while he took off his clothes. There was another blur as he got between my legs. And, finally a blur when he shot a load of cum in me within the first minute. He started to get up, already apologizing for both cumming too soon and cumming in me. I put my hand on his shoulders to keep him from pulling out.

"I wanted you to cum in me. Don't hurry to pull out while it's still hard. You're still doing a girl some good."

I was starting to slip out when I let him off me. He got dressed and I stayed naked as I joined him in the kitchen. We talked a few minutes. Then I went over and looked out the front window. Still naked I looked down at traffic on the street below.

"Uh, maybe you shouldn't stand there. Someone might see you naked."

I looked at him. He had a bulge in his pants."

"Ready to go again?" I pointed at his cock.

"Um, really do you mean it?"

"Only if you want to."

I went back to the bed. The blur returned as he took of his clothes. I opened my legs for him, letting him push into me. He had a nice cock. Probably luck more than skill had me cumming in a few minutes. The excitement of me pitching around under him caused him to send his second load to mix around inside me.

Getting my clothes back on I shook my ass a little as I went to his door. I turned around, kissed him on the mouth, and led him out into the hallway. His walk was more of a strut than a walk as he walked beside me with my fresh fucked married pussy.

"I showed her my bedroom!" First thing out of his mouth as we came through the door to the laundry.

Suddenly it looked like a modern Nerd movie.

"We put one load in the dryer for you."

"How would one of you two like to show me your bedroom? Maybe put a load in me?"

I pointed at the slightly more goofy one. The thought being if I was going to fuck all three of them I wouldn't want him being last. The guy was fighting all urges to run ahead of me. In the elevator I tried to calm him down a little as I remember how the last one went. Number seven had a hair trigger. I was hoping for a little more stamina with Number eight.

"Don't be nervous. You'll be fine. I know you're going to make me cum."

"I'll be fine. I've done it before. Me and my sister."

"Your sister?"

"It was her idea. She didn't want any boyfriend scandal at a pageant."

He pulled a photo from his wallet. There was this really pretty girl wearing a Miss Something Something Something Maryland sash across an evening gown.

"You want me to believe you've been fucking this girl?"

"Yeah, she's married now, but probably fucked her a hundred times."

We got off the elevator. The guy didn't seem to be smooth enough to be bullshitting me. We went into the apartment. He showed me his bedroom. I showed him my naked body and laid on the bed to watch him undress. Suddenly I believed him about his sister. This guy was thin and so was his dick, but it had to be ten inches long with a big set of nuts between his legs.

"Now I see why your sister preferred to fuck you instead of some boyfriend."

"Is it okay for you? I mean I can hold part of it out if you want."

"Just put it in me and don't worry about the rest."

The last inch did hurt a little bit. I thought his dick was going to bend in two before he got it in me.

"Pretty impressive. I wasn't sure you could handle it."

"Impress me with what you can do with it."




The Judy Chronicles Ch. 03



I was fucking him hard. Unlike the hunk he was holding back well. Then I learned how loaded those balls of were. Fucking that deep and spurting that hard sent me into one hell of an orgasm. I found myself thanking him.

He was had his clothes back on with I was still splayed open in the bed, cum oozing onto his sheet.

"Why do you rest a minute and I'll send up ..."

Shit I can't remember any of their names. By now they were just 7, 8, & 9.

Nine wasn't that impressive. Feeling the cum was nice. The fucking not so much as he had no idea what a girl needed.

Finally back in the laundry room my clothes were all dried and neatly folded. I thanked the boys when they helped carry everything out to the car. It was only a few minutes home.

"Hey that didn't take too long."

Bill was headed for bed.

"The Laundromat was busy and I started home. There's an apartment building with a free use of washers and dryers sign. The machines are new and I didn't have to pay. Everyone thought I was a tenant. I didn't say any different."

"Maybe that's what you should do. You know put off fixing the old machine a little bit?"

"You would have to watch the kids. I can't drag them to do laundry."

"Yeah, I can do that. Just so you aren't too late."

The next time over I was the only one there for a few minutes. Then I saw the hunk walk down the hall and freeze when he saw me.

"Judy!" You came back."

"We'll I had a nice time and there's more laundry."

He left for a few minutes. A short time later my first three were there with two more. They seemed to be together, all staring at me as I started to load a washer.

"Look you guys. I'm not fucking five of you." Then I pointed. "How about you and you, the new guys?"

I was headed out to the lobby and into the elevator. This guy was more of a jock. We went to a different apartment. He had all these sports posters on his wall and stuff. He was a little uptight because he had a girlfriend. I guess me having a husband worked for him okay. He made in nice if not a little hurried. He made me cum. Actually, somebody would have to be really bad to not make me cum. Number Ten was okay, but far from outstanding.

It would make sense to me to wait while he went to get the other guy. Turns out they weren't room mates. I had to go back down with him to get other guy. My clothes were either on the spin cycle or just into the dryer. I finally felt a little bit of cum move down to my panties.

The second guy? He had his own apartment on the upper level. Really fancy. He had this rich guy/poor girl using a coin-op laundry thing going. I almost didn't fuck him, but I liked all the neat shit in his apartment. I got fucked pretty good. Then we went out a door and on to the roof. It was like ten stories or more to the street. I had left my clothes off. I loved the night air on my bare skin. I was leaning over the rail looking down at the street when he shoved his cock in me from behind, We just kind of fucked there for a while. He moved me over to an outdoor sofa and fucked me face to face.

Number Eleven was the only one I kissed. We made out as we fucked. It got pretty intense, what with being under the stars and hearing the street traffic. His cum felt good spurting against my cervix. When I stood up I let our cum drip from me onto the rooftop.

My laundry was dry and folded when we returned. I felt a little shaken by Number Eleven. As much as I hated his rich-assed attitude when we started off there were feelings I had for him.

The whole thing made me uneasy. When I got home I told Bill we needed to fix the washer. I had a guy there the next day. The word was that it would cost as much to fix it as it could ever be worth. I told him I didn't have $200 to fix the old one. Then it became like a bad joke.

"I've got one that I've rebuilt to like new you could have for the two hundred."

I knew where this was leading. I'd already checked the guy out as he worked around in my basement. He was probably early fifties, muscles, just a bit of a gut on him. Talked about his wife and son a lot.

"The problem is that I don't have the two hundred dollars."

"I was hoping you would say that. How about $50 a week for a month?"

The look on my face told him what he needed to know.

"Okay. Don't be mad for me for saying this. I'll bring you the machine this afternoon. You be nice to me. I'll be nice to you. If you know what I mean. Then I come back four more times. You be nice to me, I be nice to you. The machine is yours."

I didn't want to agree too fast, but I could see myself fucking the guy five times.

"So, I'd be fucking you for $50 and you'd put it against the cost of the machine? I'm not a prostitute."

"Err, uh, yes. If you want to use those terms. I said I'd be nice, but let me fuck that little cunt of yours five times and the machine is yours."

"What if my dryer quits working?"

"I've got one of those, same deal. Hell, I can get you a refrigerator if you want one!"

"Let's just work on getting the washing machine right now."

"Okay. I'll get a little sweaty moving things around. I mean if you'd rather do it now rather than after I bring the machine."

The baby and my toddler were napping. My daughter was talking to and playing with her dolls. I smuggled the repair man into my bedroom. He started to take off his shirt and pants while I peeled off my dress and panties.

"Ha! I didn't think you were wearing a bra. Those titties were moving around way too nicely for you to be wearing a bra."

"Front or back."

"Front or back?"

"Do you want to face me or fuck me from behind?"

"Oh, facing you. I'll suck on them titties. Then next time from behind. I can reach under and play with those puppies while you take my cock."

It was fun. The guy was confident. More sure of himself than the boys at my condo laundry adventure. I opened my legs and took his length into me. I hadn't paid attention to his size. He was in pretty deep when his balls nestled against my ass. When he began fucking me I realized I had a thing for older men. He had me cumming right away and then every couple of minutes after that. I could feel his cock head swell a little and his balls tighten. 

"It's okay to cum in you isn't it?"

"I'd hate it if you didn't."

His cum flooded warm inside me and flowed toward my cervix and womb. We laid together with him in me. When he pulled out the sperm rolled from my slit and onto the bed before I could catch it.

"Is that a great way to get a washing machine or what?"

"I'm kind of hoping you sell cars, too?"

We both laughed. I kissed him on the mouth.

"Thank you." I really meant it. He fucked me good.

"Don't thank me yet, You don't have your machine."

When Bill came home I had a load in the washer. I also had a load in me.

"Did the guy fix the machine?"

"He let me trade it in. I paid him $50 from the money I've been saving. I still owe him another fifty." I lied.

"Let me know when you have it. I can drop it off on the way home from work."

I already had racked up Number Twelve. Life wasn't so boring when there were strange cocks around.

I'd been with eight men since having my non-legit child. I couldn't remember fucking my husband more than a couple of times.

As he would say it, "I hate it the way wives lose interest in sex after they've got kids."

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The Judy Chronicles Ch. 04



Things had kind of leveled out. It was 1988. I had my three children. The youngest that came after my neighbor knocked me up was definitely brighter and a little cuter than the two I had with my husband. No longer needing to fear getting pregnant I pretty much fucked any man that showed an interest. There were a lot of those. Casual sex with strangers, neighbors, even some of my husband's friends. We'd go home to North Carolina for holidays. I had four there that I'd try to fuck every time I'd get home.

My husband would be hanging with his old classmates and drinking. His Mom would want the kids. I'd slip off to get some local cock. Bill would take me to some bar to dance, then get too drunk to dance with me. I'd end up fucking a couple of guys in their cars out back. One guy told me that he had fucked my Mom several years earlier. That was creepy. I still let him cum in me.

I had started a secret journal with the names of men and would mark each time they fucked me. The guy that I fucked that said he had fucked my Mom was number 44 to fuck me. I had ended my last story at twelve. You can see I kept up a good pace with men.

Bill's mom thought all three of my kids were her grandkids. She actually liked my youngest the best that wasn't her grandkid at all.

We had moved. My oldest had started school. Number 46 was my next door neighbor Chuck. After slipping around a couple of times so he could fuck me he started coming home for lunch. He'd go out his back door, out his gate and in my gate. Once in my house my two kids still at home would be playing or otherwise distracted so we could fuck. This is a regular thing five afternoons a week now. His wife thinks it's nice he can save a little money on lunch and check on the house. I think it's nice that I can spend the afternoon with his seed in me before my husband comes home from work.

That was always nice, but I needed some new cock in me on a regular basis. My kid's teacher was fair game. I met his wife at an after school event. She was a teacher, too. Kind of a snotty bitch because her parents came from money. It took her husband and me a while for us to ever get alone. I did end up fucking him a few times. He was number 47.

There have been several since them. My journal said I was at number 52 when my husband took me and the kids to look for a used dresser chest for the kids clothes. Bill suggested we look at used stuff at a store almost downtown, but not far from home. I always wanted to go in the place. It stood four stories tall and covered a half a block. I loved antiques and was in heaven. It was the most fun I'd had without a cock buried between my legs.

Bill was holding up pretty well as I looked around. He was holding my son and had the other two under control. A man and woman were looking at some high end stuff. As we looked around we kept crossing paths. The husband was becoming disgusted with his wife's attitude as she berated the furniture and the salesman. The husband worked his way up the stairs to the second floor. I had worked my way deeper in the store when I saw another stair.

I tried to look causal but hurry. He seemed to be heading my way. The guy was quite the player. We met in front of an old couch.

"Pretty quiet up here. Good to get away from the wife anyway."

"She does seem to be a bit much. It is quiet up here. I don't think anyone else is around."

"If anyone came up the stairs we would hear them."

"If we don't make much noise I'm sure we'd hear them." I smiled.

"So, how much time do you think we would have if I laid you out on the couch? Five minutes? Ten minutes? Hell, maybe an hour?"

"I hope it is an hour."

I pulled my panties off from under my dress.

"If someone walks up on us I'll have to go home without any."

I pushed my underwear under the cushion, laid back and spread my legs for him. He unzipped and pulled out a hefty cock that must have been eight inches. The head slid between my outer lips and into my pussy. We fucked at pace that wasn't going to last an hour. In about ten minutes he thrust deep, grunted, and flooded my cunt with his seed.

As we stood up their was no sign of my husband or his wife from downstairs.

I flipped my dress over my back. With my knees on the cushion and my elbows of the back of the couch I presented my cleanly shaved fresh fucked cunt for him to access from behind.

"Do you think you can fire another load in there?" I teased.

The idea of him shooting another load of sperm in me seemed to do the trick. The head of his cock plunged deep inside me. I could hear his wife talking near the stairs when he pounded hard and dumped the second load. As the stairs creaked I grabbed my panties and ran over to another aisle. Her husband ran towards the other stairs.

I couldn't put my underwear on because I knew the crotch would get heavily soaked with cum with two loads in me. If I wiped with them I'd have to throw them away. I wasn't going to hide and make it look suspicious. His wife's heels clicked on the wood floors. I let myself be seen.

"Hi." I greeted her.

"Hello. Have you seen my husband? He's wearing a yellow shirt."

Then she described someone I had just let fuck me while she bitched downstairs.

"Oh, I think he went that way a little bit ago. I think there are stairs at the other end."

We stood with about twenty feet of furniture between us looking at each other. I felt sperm start to leak from my slit. I moved my feet apart to let a little splatter on the floor. It was her husband's sperm. It almost made me cum thinking about the situation.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to stare at you. My man's a bit of a skirt chaser. I get a little jealous when I see someone pretty like you and I'm not sure where he is."

Her heels chattered on down the aisle leaving me to decide how to clean myself up. Keeping my pussy shaved meant I could shove a couple of fingers in myself and lick our cum from them. Using the side of my finger I could squeegee the cum off my outer lips. I put my panties in my purse because I could feel more up in there. I explored a little longer and returned to Bill and the kids.

"Have fun?" He asked.

"I could do this every weekend. I really like this place."

"The owner didn't have a chest like we wanted, but he said to keep checking back."

He handed me my child from another man's seed. I smiled. You have to love a guy like that. A little of the stranger's cum escaped my cunt lips and trickled down my thigh.

I let my husband fuck me that night and again on Sunday.

Chuck and I had lunch and fucked everyday the next week. It was like a newlywed thing, him coming home for lunch and us fucking except he wasn't my husband and I wasn't his wife.

Saturday came around a Bill and I talked about what we wanted to do and what groceries we had to get. I told him I wanted to stop by to check on a dresser again.

"You didn't get through the whole store did you?" He asked.

"Heavens no! I barely got started. I never got to the upper two floors."

Then came a shock and surprise.

"You are with the kids all week. Why don't I take them to do the shopping? You take the car and check out the old store building."

"Really? I love that store."

"To be honest, it isn't really my thing. I'd rather take the kids and shop."

I was out of the house first, needing to stop myself from speeding. I still had two floors to explore. And, maybe explore another shopper. There were several others in the store when I got there. A salesman greeted me briefly and I started looking around. A tall middle-aged man didn't seem to be with anyone. I smiled and spoke to him.

"Do you work here?"

"No, I'm just looking around."

I wonder what the maker name was on this bowl. My wife collects Fiesta Ware."

"I'm pretty sure that's what it is." I showed him the mark on the bottom. Is she with you?"

"Who?"

"Your wife."

"Oh, no. My company has had me here in a motel for almost a month for an account. It's nice to see a friendly face. It's getting pretty boring. Are you married?"

"Husband and three kids. He's taken them for the day so I can rummage through the building."

"If I were him I wouldn't let a pretty lady like you out on my own."

"Are you flirting with me?"

"Sorry. I must have been. I'm not very good at it."

"Which motel?"

He told me the name of it. It was one of the more upscale chains.

"Okay, I'll go." I smiled at him.

"Don't be kidding a lonely man."

"Don't be turning down a horny woman away from her husband and children."

"Wow! I don't believe it. My car is outside."

"Maybe you're a better flirt than you thought." I teased.

He drove us about a mile to the motel. The room was even nicer than I expected. I started taking off my clothes.

"Do you want a drink or anything first?"

"No, just get undressed."

I wanted to see his cock. It was my turn to say wow. It must be ten inches when it gets hard. I smiled to myself. I laid on the bed fully exposed to await his entry into me.

"I haven't been home to my wife in two weeks, but I'm still going to eat that pussy before you let me fuck it."

"Okay, you talked me into it. You must have quite a load saved up for me."

He was more of a slit than clit man. That was fine with me. Sometimes my clit took too much control. Even if Bill checked on me at the Antique store it could take him a couple of hours to find me there. I relaxed and let myself cum on this new strangers mouth. I should get his name before he takes me back.

His cock was large. I think my guess of ten inches was pretty accurate. He knew how to use it. He fucked me twice. That first load was huge. He made me cum hard and cum often. Things seemed a bit awkward.

"I guess I'd better get back to the store. My husband might check."

He tossed me my dress, leaving my underwear on the floor.

"Put it on and get out. I'm keeping your panties for a souvenir.

"But, it's a mile!"

"Then you had better get out of here and get to walking. Oh, here's twenty bucks for the pussy."

He pressed the money into my hand.

"I'm not a whore!"

"You are now. Get out."

I turned to leave.

"Hey, if you want another twenty bucks next week for your pussy I'll wait around here until noon for you. Don't forget my room number."

What a fucking asshole. I've never been treated like that. The more I walked the madder I got. About halfway my thinking started going the other way. He treated me like a whore. I was gripping the twenty dollar bill in my hand. By the time I got back to the store I was laughing at myself for taking the money. I'd just been paid to fuck a man.

If I could have fucked another guy at the store I would have done it. Everyone seemed to be couples or nasty and creepy. Bill should be home with the kids by three. I decided to be there when they got home. I put the twenty dollars in my journal. I never did get the guy's name. I put him down as Number 54, noted motel - $20. I put the book in its hiding spot.

That night I was fucking hubby and thinking about how the stranger at the motel had treated me. It made me cum really hard. Bill and I never had any role playing or talked about a fantasy. I wondered if he would pay me for sex. How would he react if I told him I was offered money for sex rather than the way it really happened.

"Honey, a man offered me money to let him screw me today when I was at the store."

I was expecting him to want to go beat the guy up or asked where to find him.

"How much did he offer you?"

"What??? He offered me twenty dollars!"

"That doesn't sound like a lot. Did he look like he had money?"

"Bill, he offered me twenty dollars!"

"Yeah, you think he would have offered a hundred, or at the least fifty."

"You think I should fuck a guy for fifty dollars!"

"No, I think you should get the hundred."

"My husband thinks if a guy offers me a hundred dollars I should fuck him. Is that what you are saying?"

"Well, I'd want you to tell me about it afterwards."

"You son of a bitch!"

"Judy Lynn, I was just messing with you. Why did you ask me about the twenty dollars? Did some dumbass actually say that to you?"

"Yes, he did."

"You didn't do it, did you? I mean you're worth more than twenty dollars. It is 1988, you know."

"No, I didn't. I should make you pay me."

Bill fumbled in his wallet. He pulled out two dollars and handed them to me.

"Here you go. If you are going to be a whore, you might as well be a two dollar whore."

"So, if I get that hundred dollar offer I should take it?"

"You aren't going to do it. You would never cheat on me." He challenged.

He didn't know about number 54 or any of the others on the list.

"You are saying that no one would offer me a hundred dollars, or that I wouldn't let the guy fuck me?"

"Both. No one is offering it and you wouldn't do it."

Sunday morning I got up and got dressed in a nice dress. My husband asked me what I was doing. I showed him my shaved pussy under my dress with no panties.

"You watch the kids. I'm going to find a man that will pay a hundred dollars to fuck me."

Bill's mouth hung open as I flipped the back of my dress up to show my naked ass, then swayed my hips as I walked out to the car. I waved and blew my husband a kiss.

I didn't know anyone that would pay me a hundred dollars to fuck them, but I did know a guy that would pay me twenty. I parked at the motel and knocked on the door to room 837.

The asshole answered the door in the nude.

"Hello, whore. I knew you would be back for more of Jimmy's cock. You need another twenty bucks?"

Well, I now knew his name. I wished I knew how to get hold of his wife.

"I'm here to get fucked, but you will pay me the twenty. With a cock like yours if you have to pay for pussy you have some serious problems."

"Okay, but I'm keeping your panties again."

I pulled my dress over my head to stand before him naked. Wet cunt, no panties.

"I guess someone isn't getting their wish filled."

He fucked me violently. He had me cumming on the second plunge and kept pounding. It was a hate/hate relationship, but one hell of a fuck. He tossed me twenty dollars and told me to get out.

"Next one is free if you are up to it."

"I'm going to need about twenty minutes."

"That's okay. You can eat my pussy while I wait."

"I'm not eating your fucking pussy after blasting a load into it."

I was going to use tissues to wipe the cum of it. Instead I lay with my legs spread and let our collective cum drain out onto his sheets. The twenty minutes he needed became just ten. Again he pounded away into me. A little longer this time. Still a nice burst of seed shot about as deep as a man could get in me.

He went to take a piss. Told me to be gone when he came out of the bathroom. His wallet was out from when he gave me the twenty. I stole his driver's license and slipped out the door. I don't know when he missed it, but his wife in Iowa would have it in the mail in a couple of days with a note telling her he fucked me twice and paid me twenty dollars to fuck him.

I drove away in my car feeling really good about myself. Now to deal with what Bill had said to me. Where could I be an hundred dollar whore? I parked at an even nicer hotel and went into the lobby. I sat at a bench near the elevator that couldn't be seen from the desk. A couple went up. Then a family with kids, another couple, finally a man in a nice suit with two suitcases. I got on with him. He pushed the button for the 15th floor. When he asked me I told him it was my floor, too.

He told me he was there for the week for a sales convention. I told him my company sent me for training. He asked me if I was excited. I told him I was, but didn't know what I'd do with all the free time away from my kids. He had a wedding band. I nervously twisted mine.

"Well, it's Sunday. There's always a game on TV."

"I hate to watch TV alone."

"You can watch with me if you want. If that isn't weird."

"It's weird, but I guess a few minutes wouldn't hurt."

The door closed behind us. I knew letting me fuck him wasn't going to be a problem. But, what about the hundred dollars I need for revenge? I'm sure he'd pay it if I was pro. We talked about ourselves. Based on the driver's license I lifted I lied to him that I was from Iowa. He said he had been married four times.

"Being on the road is hard on a marriage, you know." He smiled, still the gentleman.

"Yeah, well, my husband and I grew up on farms and married right out of high school. Last week he took me to a dance in town where some drunk offered me twenty dollars to have sex with him. I told my husband about it and he said I should get a hundred or no less than fifty. I got mad that he thought I'd take money for sex. Then he said that nobody would ever pay me a hundred anyway. So, my flight here was a little uncomfortable."

"Yet, here you are in a stranger's room watching a ball game."

"I thought you were just being nice. I'm not a whore."

I acted offended and started to leave.

"I'm not saying you're a whore, but I'd pay the hundred."

"Really?" I folded my arms over my breasts. That's a sweet thing to say." I chided him.

"If I say I'm sorry would you stay and watch the game with me?"

We sat on the foot of the bed ... way to close to the TV. I turned around and put my chin on my arms. He agreed that looked comfortable and did the same. So, we were on the bed. Our faces turned towards each other, not paying attention to the game.

"I'll bet you don't even have a hundred dollars with you." My eyes were daring him.

"My company gives me cash for expenses."

"Would you want me to be one of your expenses? I mean it would teach my farmer husband a lesson that he would never know about."

Our lips met in a kiss.

"I'll get you your money."

"You can pay me later. We have all afternoon."

"You know, my second wife shaved her pussy."

His cock was already in me as far as it was going to go. He was near the ten inches I had earlier. Where are these big cocks coming from? Any of his four wives would have had trouble finding one bigger.

"I kind of like being fucked as a whore." I whimpered.

"You'd be worth it. Are you going to let me cum in you?"

"For a hundred dollars don't you think I should?"

"I mean is it safe for you?"

"Pretty close to being fertile. I could be right now. If you knock me up I'll raise it in Iowa, let my husband pay for it."

That got him going. He didn't know that my tubes were tied. A little lie never hurts anyone. The idea of being a whore for him had me wound up, too. His seed spurted into me pretty hard, then two or three more spurts a little less each time. I had just let a guy fuck and cum in me for cash. I loved it.

I thought being his whore maybe I should suck his cock. He wanted to cum inside me again instead. Just as I felt his cock pulse I pulled my mouth off and slid down over his prick. More cum flooded inside me. We were making a mess of the sheets. He asked if his buddy could come over. I told him his buddy could cum in me and get out. I don't know what I was thinking, but cock was cock. I didn't think to charge the guy.

Let Bill wait. I didn't want to get home too early. Let him worry about where I was or who I was with. We actually napped an hour after the buddy left, naked in each others arms. Then he fucked me again and asked me to spend the night. I wanted to, but told him I had to be in my room when my husband called. I told him I might slip back later. I took my hundred dollars. He stayed on the bed, thinking I'd be back soon.

I was down the elevator and out to my car. The cum in my pussy felt good as cool air blew up my dress in the parking lot. A horn honked. Someone saw my bare ass. I got home in the dark.

Bill was pissed. He followed me to the bedroom. I threw off my dress to take a shower. He didn't notice cum running from my cunt. When I dried off he was sitting on the bed.