Norma Patterson had lived on pins and needles, so to speak, since she had devoured Vern Myles that afternoon for fear the youngster would talk around to his friends and knowledge would filter out and she would be in trouble again. Her uneasiness had been amplified after she had heard of the police raid at the annual picnic of the water company.
She had resolved she would confine her sexual antics to adult men. A lot safer, she frowned that evening after showering and dressing in half-slip, white panties and matching bra and a simple, light cotton dress.
But men had no appetite for an old woman almost fifty years old. Before buttoning up the front of the dress, she lovingly settled her ample breasts comfortably in the bulging cups of the brassiere.
Her eyes blinked back tears rapidly behind the dark glasses. Was she doomed-that was the proper word, she thought, pouring half a water glass of gin and gulping it-to live out the rest of her life without the pleasure of diddling around with husky cocks? Something she had been obsessed with most of her life.
Norma pulled up the hem of her dress and eased the double-ply of her panties from the pinch of her pussy. Tears escaped under the dark glasses and spilled from her chin. How she wished she was a young girl again, so innocent and attractive.
The most exciting times of her life had been when she was a desirable girl and young woman with the boys making passes at her and she was fighting them off-subtlety making it clear she wasn't serious about making them stop.
It had been such fun, being seduced even when the seduction would be classed as rape by more moral girls and young women. But she had loved it-being manipulated by older, experienced men or being mauled and forced, almost, by eager young bulls.
Well, she just couldn't afford the chance of scandal and arrest from messing around with young boys anymore. She measured gin into the glass again and guzzled it noisily, hiccupping sharply. It was saddening, the prospect of never being fucked again, never having the pleasure of going down on a nice, tasty, hard cock and blow-jobbing it.
Instinctively, Phil Hagerman hurried down the darkened alley to an old, abandoned warehouse near the railroad tracks where a lot of the boys gathered to scheme and brag and talk in quiet excitement about girls. It was there he found Vern Myles with an old kerosene lantern looking at naughty pictures of naked women in books and magazines the boys had hidden in a metal box under loose flooring.
Because they had pondered it before, Phil asked. "What's gotten into your mom, Vern?"
Vern shrugged, offered to share the magazines. He ignored the question. "You need it, too?" It was clear he meant a hot, wet pussy in which to soak his cock that was still hard.
Phil winced, looked away into the darkness, nodded solemnly.
"I bet," Vern said softly, determinedly, putting away the lascivious material under the boards, "I know where we can get it. I bet she would be glad to have us do it to her-pussy."
Seeing the quick interest in Phil's eyes, he continued, feeling superior and triumphant, "She even paid me once to screw her and let her suck my peter."
"Yeeeeah?" Phil breathed heavily, running fingers over his stiff prick. He hunkered toward Vern who buttoned his own cock back in his pants as he explained. All about Norma Patterson-"that hot old bag who went really wild being fucked and sucking peter."
Norma heard the bell tinkle over the entrance to the motel office and emerged from her quarters to find Vern Myles and Phil Hagerman getting root beers from the machine. Her heart bounded from a mixture of trepidation and yearning.
"Boys," she said huskily, trying to make it a question inferring what they wanted, Vern's burning eyes on the twin mounds bulging the bodice of her dress told her exactly what they wanted.
"Ooooohhhh," Vern said in a tone of indifference, "talk, maybe. We got nothin' to do and… How about talking in your place."
Nothing to do, Norma's eyes squinted behind the dark glasses, but get me down and on top of me and squirt off your young pricks in between my thighs.
"You kids better go," she said decisively, yet not as convincingly as she knew she should be.
A chill lanced through her, replaced by a warm flush that seemed to emanate from between her tense thighs. She knew she should retreat into safety as Vern Myles swaggered toward her, but she seemed frozen to the floor just a few feet from the concealing curtain of her apartment.
"Vern," she gasped in a hushed exhaling of breath as he reached clumsily, amateurishly to squeeze her left tit, let his hand glide down over her belly that was in sudden turmoil. She flinched when his hand rubbed over her backside, fingers pinching at the taut rubberiness of an ass cheek.
"You boys better get out of here," she stammered, gaze swinging in alarm as Phil advanced and felt a firm tit, timidly at first, then in growing confidence.
Jesus, Norma breathed shallowly, they planned this; both of them have hard-ons already. "Scram, you two," she wheezed. She moved backward toward the curtain, would have edged around the counter, but was blocked by Phil Hagerman whose finger and thumb found a nipple and tweaked it sharply, sending a needling sensation racing down through her belly, into her dry pussy.
"What do you think you're going to do?" Norma panted, trying to brush away a hand that was unbuttoning the bodice of her dress. "Quit!" she gasped, looking down at her heaving breasts, the crowns milky and smooth as they bulged above the cups of her bra.
"Nah," Vern grunted, giving her a push and Norma stumbled back to the curtains. "Get in the back, Mizz Paterson. "You know-back in the bedroom." Another little push in her mid-section propelled her through the curtain into her living room.
She was unprepared for Vern's embrace, crushing his bony chest against the hillocks of her bosom, and his frantic, feverish kiss. Phil was behind her, his hands lifting her dresstail up high so he could feel the taut loaves of her ass. His hands were like fire through the sheerness of her panties.
"I could tell you-about that day of the picnic," Vern breathed against her intrepid, nervous lips. "I haven't-yet. But I could," he murmured, "if you don't let us."
Norma was aware of a sinking feeling of helplessness, of dread. Her head hung slack, chin against her breastbone, as she was led by each arm toward her bedroom. What could she do? Would Vern really tell? Could she risk his challenge as a bluff? My God! she thought miserably, standing unmoving as the two boys stripped her naked, almost tearing away her dress.
She heard a tearing sound as one of them struggled with the three hooks of her bra. Then her big titties spilled free and eager hands were mauling them all over her chest.
The elastic in the hem of her half-slip was stretched to its limit before the frail garment was dragged down to her feet. She trembled as her ass was patted and a hand scooped between her thighs to palm the meatiness of her cuntal lips.
Half-hobbled by clothing around her ankles, she was shoved toward the bed, sprawling across it. Her panties were peeled off over the rounded voluptuousness of her big ass and she was finally naked. With her head twisted to one side, she watched the two eager youths quickly tear off their clothing, their hard, young pricks springing to attention, balls uptight in their scrotums.
"You wanta fuck her first, or me?" Vern wheezed. "I mean, in her twat or her mouth? You can have her cunt and I'll shove my cock in her mouth. She sucks prick real good and I like the way she gives a blow-job."
"Get her around on the bed and I'll hump her from the rear," Phil said huskily, a fever of lust in his voice.
"Uuuuuuhhhhh-unnnnnhhhhh," Norma snorted in surprise as a finger gored her snatch, driving in, pulling the inner leaves of her vulva into her cringing sex-hole.
"Get in the middle of the bed," Vern growled, spanking her hare bottom, stinging her tight skin.
Norma crawled, trying to dislodge the finger from her snatch, but Phil kept her twat spindled. She flattened out on the bed, but Vern slapped her ass again and she obediently drew her knees up until they nudged the plump globes of her boobies.
Her heart was hammering frantically as she lay on a cheek, looked back as Phil climbed after her, mounted her upturned butt. "Sink your cock in her pussy, then I'll get at her head," Vern commanded.
Norma blinked repeatedly, feeling the inept kid probing at her with the hot head of his sticky, drippy prick. Not the asshole, not right now, she prayed silently as the bulging knob of his cock punched at her anus, then slid down into the velvety folds of her vulva.
She tensed, back bowed upward as he nudged at her with the bulb of his prick. Fire flashed along her channel as he prodded at her entry and the head of his cock popped inside her.
Her back caved in for a minute, then straightened when he hunched and plowed several inches of prick up her cunt. "Jeeeessssssus!" she whined, legs weakening and trembling as he hugged her waist and he humped roughly, penetrating deeper and deeper.
"Iiiiieeeeeee!" Norma squalled impetuously, surprised her cunny should be so snug around the rampantly burrowing young cock. He banged at her twat and she hunched her ass back at his exploring prick, feeling the head bound past her cervix, going up her very deep. She could feel the slap-slap of his balls against her Venus mound, sending a wonderful tingle stinging into her swelling clitoris. Her bowels clenched and rumbled painfully as the cavity between her legs was stuffed full of vibrant, virile cock.
"Getcher head up!" Vern demanded, straddling before her on his knees.
Norma sniffed deeply, smelling the musky aroma of his lust-goaded prick. "Wait a minute," she gasped to Phil who had his belly flat against the hot cheeks of her ass.
She drew a deep, quivering breath and slowly struggled up, folding her arms under her and cupping a voluptuous breast in each palm. "Let me get up," she complained, when he hunched obscenely, pumping prick in and out of her several times.
When Vern clasped his hands to the sides of her head, she lifted her face and stared at the oozing slit in the bulbous head of his prick that was only inches from her nose. The fragrance was heady and enticing and she opened her mouth in tentative jerks until her jaws ached, ready to take his cock fucking into her mouth and down her gullet.
Vern thrust with his hips and his prick sloughed up beside her nose, dislodging her glasses. She was grateful that he picked them up and put them out of the way in the bookcase of the headboard.
The knob of Vern's cock dabbled all around her lips and she licked at it, trying to capture it so she could suck his delectable raw sex-meat. "Uuuuuugggggghlluuuuummmmm," she gurgled when he succeeded in aiming it and the tasty plum of fuck-flesh snocked into her mouth.
Norma's pussy warmed rapidly and exuded sticky lubricant that greased the glide of that fabulous young cock pumping into her ravenous snatch. "Sssssllllluuuuurrrrrrpppp," she sucked ravenously, voraciously as Vern began fucking her in the mouth.
The meaty squish of cock pistoning into her pussy and down her throat was the only sound in the dark room except for the coarse, harsh breathing of the three of the licentiously coupled threesome. Nor ma knew her jaws would ache for hours after they finished making her give them blowjobs. And the roof of her mouth and the curvature into her throat would be extremely tender.
But how she loved it! Her fingers bit into the pulpy melons of her bosom. The gash of her vulva, now O'ed around the prick plowing into her twat, was like a smoldering fire and the depths of her pussy was sucking and milking and caressing along the plunging fuck-shaft.
She was going to cum any second and she let her teeth rake Vern's marvelously mammoth sex-tool. Ooohhh, how tasty, she mused dreamily, savoring the seeping honey of his hot meat.
As she built passionately toward orgasm, Norma began rocking her naked body back and forth, helping them fuck her in both ends. And they were really throwing cock into her, their balls bouncing against her belly from behind and against her throat up front.
"Aaaaaawwwwwwkkkkkkggggghhhhh," she gurgled, going off hard, cumming so painfully-enchantingly on Phil's prodigious hard-on. She sort of wished both of them would jizz her at once, right then, while she was in the throes of climax. But she could cum again and again, could almost time her cuntal and anal orgasms to match their delectable cock-ejaculations.
Snockety-snock; squish-squish.
The boy on her butt was really thumping his cock into her, Norma reflected, all her senses singing as she took the twin-fuckings with increasing passion.
She rolled her big ass around and around on Phil's fuck-axle so the fat knob pried against the convulsing walls of her exploding cunt. Her eyes opened wide, then pinched closed as Phil's torrid, thick jizz sloshed into her grateful fuck-well.
The reddish-grey haired woman concentrated on working her sphincters on his still-thudding cock to fuck and milk out his gorgeous love-juice. By holding his pulsing prick in her cunt-vise, she kept him pumping his cock in and out of her.
And she continued fucking her ass back at him until Vern's prick was shoved down her throat and he began flooding his cum into her gullet. Then, trembling in every fiber, she held herself rigid to enjoy the floodings of both pricks.
I got you going, haven't I, she gloated, listening to them snorting and gasping for breath as their cocks flowed copiously down her throat and deeply into her snatch. Well, I can keep going all night. Every nerve was alive, a-tingle as she let them haul their cocks out of her and sit on the edge of the bed, chests heaving from their exertions.
Norma remained as she was on the bed, her ass up in the air, waiting for them to change ends. Just keep your hard-ons, she prayed, staring at the backs of their naked backs and the lean curves of their asses with just a pinch of their butt cracks visible.
Okay, she thought, watching them stand and change positions, climb back on the bed. Even while Vern was searching for her, she gobbled in Phil's tasty prick and began sucking him off.
That's it, she thought gratefully as Vern found her, set the hot, wet, sticky head of his cock. Shove it up my ass and cornhole me good.
"Aaaaaaiiiiieeeee-Aaaarrrggghhh! she screamed dully as his prick was lanced to the balls into her heaving, seething bowels. Ooohhh, yes, cornhole me, you wonderful little fucking bastard.