The next morning was very strange for Donna. Her thoughts were a crazy mish-mash of guilt, happiness, and uncertainty.
On the one hand, she felt wonderful about suddenly having a man around the house again. A man to sleep with her at night and make love to her passionately, a man who really did love her for herself and not just for the pussy she was giving him.
Donna already realized how awkward it was going to be when it came time to order Lennie to clean up his room or do his homework.
And the guilt! Donna hadn't prayed last night, the first time since she'd been a little girl that she had not talked with God. Donna didn't feel she could do that anymore.
A flash of need shot through Donna's body as she remembered Byron's strong body and his big, man-sized cock fucking into her tight cunt! Lennie was wonderful, but Byron had been really exciting, too. Donna felt her pussy creaming as she thought about Byron's suntanned body and the masterful way the self-assured boy had eaten her cunt and showed her how to give a man pleasure with her mouth.
"Hey, Mom, gotta run!"
Donna heard Lennie's voice coming toward her from down the hall. The boy stepped into the living room, clad in a striped tee shirt and jeans. He was carrying his football.
"Big game at the park today," Lennie announced. "I'm gonna play flanker, Mom. They're gonna let me catch the ball!"
The boy came up to his mother and kissed her passionately, his free hand straying to the front of her robe. He slipped it inside quickly and grabbed Donna's right tit, squeezing it expertly as he shoved his tongue inside her mouth.
"Mmmmmm, yes, darlin', I can see you have a great pair of hands!" Donna teased as he pulled away. "You have a good time and be careful! And you remember our little talk this morning! You mind what you say to your pals!"
Lennie smiled. "None of 'em would believe me anyhow, Mom. Not if I told 'em about you and me!" Laughing, Lennie ran out the door.
Donna sighed and started to sit on the couch and read a magazine. Maybe the articles would take her mind off the predicament her new relationship with her son had her in. The doorbell rang and Donna stopped and went to answer it.
Byron Willis was standing on the front porch with another boy. Donna recognized him immediately. She wondered what Byron was doing here with Paul Long.
"Hello, Byron, may I help you?" Donna asked in a neutral voice.
Byron looked very nervous. He stepped quickly inside and smiled sheepishly at the voluptuous blonde.
"Uh, yeah, you sure tan, Mrs. Spaulding… Donna," Byron began quickly.
He pulled Donna in close, whispering rapidly. "You know my big friend here, Paul Long, Jennie's older brother?" Byron muttered so that Paul couldn't overhear. "Well, he caught me and Jennie last night on the sofa at their house. Their folks were gone but the 'hulk' there came home early. I had my cock shoved down his sister's throat, and I blew my nuts just as he came in the door!"
Donna's blue eyes went wide as Byron rushed on.
"You should have seen it! Cum was gushing everywhere in the living room! He yanked me off the couch, and I was already cumming and I couldn't stop. I shot all over the rug, the couch, all over Jennie… man, it was gross!"
Donna felt her cunt tightening and her nipples hardening as she imagined the lewd scene. She waited anxiously for the nervous boy to finish. What did all of this have to do with her?
"Anyway, when Godzilla got done shaking me around and yelling at both of us, he dragged me outside to beat the living shit out of me! He said he was gonna kill me for ruining his sister's reputation!"
"Hey, step it the fuck up!" Paul Long said in a gravelly voice that perfectly matched his rugged, beefy looks.
"Yeah, yeah, in a minute!" Byron shot back. He turned to Donna, pleading. "You gotta help me, Donna. I couldn't think of anything else to do. He had me in those gorilla arms of his, squeezing the shit out of me! He kept yelling about killing me, and I believed him!"
"Come on, you fuckin' wimp!" Paul yelled again, growing more impatient with each passing second. He stepped inside and closed the door after him. "Is this bitch gonna put out like you promised – or am I gonna rip your guts out right here and now for fuckin' around with my sis?"
Panic gripped Donna like a vise. She looked at Byron, praying this wasn't happening to her. She could see from the boy's sheepish look that it was.
"What… just what did you tell this boy?" Donna demanded.
"It was the only thing I could think of to keep from getting killed!" Byron whispered, his voice turning desperate. "I mean, you should have seen the look on his face."
The boy's embarrassed voice trailed off into silence. Donna had the picture in her mind. There was no further need for explanation, anyway.
Donna had seen the tall, burly Paul watching her ever since she had moved into the neighborhood. The youth already had the beginnings of a heavy beard and an evil, hungry look in his eyes when he looked at Donna that never failed to make her shudder.
"Enough of this shit!" Paul stepped up to the whispering pair. "It shakes out like this, blondie. Numb-nuts here said he fucked you yesterday, before he came over to try and fuck my sister."
The hulking boy stopped to glare at Byron, who seemed to shrink right before Donna's despairing eyes.
"Anyway, he told me if I didn't break his fuckin' legs – which I should have done anyway, just on general principles – he'd bring me over here today and get me laid. Now, the question is, honey, are you gonna put out for me, like this asshole here says you will, or are you gonna stand back and watch while I give him what he deserves?"
Donna was trembling. The older boy had reached up and taken a lock of her long blonde hair as he spoke. He was twirling it around his thick finger, toying with it as he attempted to catch of glimpse of her tits between the folds of her robe.
"Oh, I guess I should mention that, if you don't fuck me, I'm gonna put the story round the neighborhood about you and asshole," Paul went on. "And he ain't gonna deny it, 'cause if he does, he's gonna need casts to hold his other casts together, after I stomp his ass the second time!"
A long, pain-racked groan escaped from Donna's lips. If she didn't do what this horrid, bullying boy said, he was perfectly capable of doing everything he'd threatened – Donna could see that in his evil brown eyes. There was a sly animal cunning there, but no real intelligence, no compassion.
"Which way's the bedroom, blondie?" Paul finally asked with a triumphant grin.
Donna wanted to run. The tall, muscular boy put his big hand on her shoulders and turned her toward the bedroom. She let him push and urge her down the hallway.
"Wouldn't you like a drink first?" Donna blurted in rising terror. "I know I would! How about a nice whiskey and water?"
Paul spun the frightened housewife around and reached for the tie at the front of her robe. "Nah, what I want is some of this primo pussy, baby. I can drink anytime, but I can't fuck a gorgeous bitch like you anytime. I know that wimp kid of yours will be home in a couple of hours – Byron the asshole and me been watchin' the house all morning. We saw him leave in his football outfit. Now, come on, baby, get with it!"
Paul jerked the tie open and Donna's robe parted. The boy's dark eyes sparkled with desire as he saw the woman's spectacularly long, pretty legs and her downy-soft blonde cunt muff.
"Jesus! It's even nicer than I thought!" the excited teenager sighed. "Let's see these tits, honey! You been drivin' me crazy ever since you moved here. Struttin' around the neighborhood with a set of jugs like yours, all jiggly and bouncy…"
The horny boy shoved Donna's robe farther apart and her huge, creamy-white tits popped into view. Paul sucked in his breath and stood motionless, admiring the size and plump fullness of Donna's heavy, flawless tits.
"Look at them tits!" Paul panted. "I never seen such big ripe nipples!" He grinned at the beautiful widow. "You just play like you're some kinda ritzy, stuck-up bitch, don't ya, Mrs. Spaulding? I can see by the way your nipples are pumped up, you wanta be fucked just as bad as I wanta fuck you!"
Donna turned her head, blushing furiously as the boy skimmed off her robe and let it slip to the floor. He was simply awful! The part that really had Donna worried was that the boy was correct. Glancing in the mirror, Donna saw that her tits were as aroused and ready as he had said.
"Mmmmmm, I love a bitch with huge, heavy tits that don't sag a bit!" Paul murmured happily, leaning down to suck one of Donna's cherry-sized nipples into his wet lips.
The obnoxious youth ran his tongue all over Donna's sensitive tit as he sucked it. Donna moaned. She couldn't help herself!
Byron moved around in back of Donna. She felt his gentle touch on her thighs, spreading her legs so that he could snake a finger up into her already-sopping pussy to tickle and tease her throbbing clit.
"Ummmmmmm! Ohhhh! Oh, that feels so wild!" Donna moaned, her head thrown back, her eyes clamped shut.
Paul looked up from his avoid his gobbling as he changed nipples. He saw Byron behind the moaning woman.
"What the fuck you doin', asshole?" the bully asked Byron roughly.
"I… uh… I'm helping get her hot," Byron explained meekly. "I, ahhh, I know a lot about turning girls on."
"I'll bet you do, you cock-sucker!" Paul hissed at the bashful boy. "You learned on my sister!"
Byron started to move back, but Paul had seen what the other boy's fingering was doing to Donna. He motioned for Byron to stay.
"All right. You help me get her hot to fuck, but then you clear the hell out of the way and watch me give it to her," Paul ordered Byron. "Take notes. You might learn something about the way a real stud fucks a knockout bitch like this one."
Donna's eyes were open again. She looked in the mirror and saw Byron nod. The knowledge that Paul was going to fuck her and there was nothing anyone could do to stop it sent a flurry of pre-cum tremors racing through her cunt, exciting and disgusting Donna at the same moment.
I want this violent animal to fuck me, Donna thought. Oh, dear God help me! What a shameless slut I've become since these boys have showed me what sex really can be!
Paul's mouth was all over Donna's pulsing tits. He sucked and nipped at her sensitive flesh until she felt like screaming and begging for his hard prick.
Byron was diddling Donna's gushing cunt like a true expert. The squishy sound of his fingers fucking in and out of her tight, slippery cunthole filled the room. Donna was panting and moaning and running her fingers through Paul Long's dark, greasy hair, pulling his mouth in harder on her firm tits.
"Ohhh, I can't help myself!" Donna groaned at last, her whole exquisite body on fire with need. "I'll let you do it to me. I'll let you… fuck me if you want to!"
Paul laughed, Donna's tit spilling from his mouth. He straightened up and looked Donna in the eye, gloating with satisfaction at the undisguised, horny heat, he now saw there.
"You'll let me fuck you if I want to?" Paul mocked the aroused blonde. "Baby, who the fuck do you think you're kiddin'? You want cock so bad you're practically drooling for it! Now, get what you want! Get down on your knees and take my cock out and show me how much you want it! Beg me for it, baby! Beg me to put that big hunk of meat up that pretty pink hole of yours!"
Donna shuddered, her knees threatening to cave in under her. Byron was still fooling with her cunt, and the shock waves of building lust were making Donna's keyed-up body shiver with the need to cum. The turned-on widow found herself sinking to the floor in front of the dominant teenager. She reached for his zipper as if in a dream, tugging it downward.
Paul's hard prick was so large that Donna could barely work it through the opening. She moaned as she stared at the ten-inch monster, all wet around the tip with oozing pre-cum, and as thick as Donna's wrist.
"Show me, bitch!" Paul urged the kneeling woman. "Show me how much you want it in you!"
Donna licked the head of the boy's engorged cock. She was white-hot with desire by now, and the touch of the fat, hot prickmeat to her lips sent a new flurry of cum-desire rippling through her juicy cunt.
Oh, how Donna longed to have this male, throbbing cylinder of hard make flesh fucking into her! She forced the tip of the drooling monster past her stretched lips and licked the heady, sweet pre-cum off the smooth cockhead.
Donna worked her ovaled lips up and down the long prick, getting as much of it as she could into her throat. She loved the way his prick stretched her lips and her throat, filling her mouth with the taste and feel of hot, savory boy-cock.
"That's it, you hot bitch! Lick it, suck it!" Paul was mumbling triumphantly. "I knew you were nothing but a hot, cock-sucking cunt from the day I first saw you. Always acting so refined and better than everyone else! Well, now you're suckin' it! Now you're just a pussy on her knees, eatin' my big cock for lunch!"
Donna whimpered with lust and drove her mouth onto the boy's manly prick. She was going crazy beneath the boy's mocking abuse. A strange, sensual thrill was sweeping through Donna's clit and pussy.
Abruptly, Paul reached down and grabbed a huge fistful of Donna's golden hair. He jerked her back away from his prick, a yelp of pain coming from her as his prick popped free of her wildly suctioning mouth.
"Not that way, bitch!" Paul told Donna gruffly. "Not this time. My first load is reserved for that hot, juicy pink cunt of yours!"
Donna looked at the huge prick swaying so obscenely in front of her lips. It was by far the biggest cock Donna had ever seen, and she couldn't wait to feel the thick, purplish cock head parting her small cunt lips.
Donna nodded, her eyes never leaving the throbbing, drool-coated monster. "Yes, I want it! I want your big prick up in my tight pussy! Oh, God, but I want you to fuck my hot cunt!"
Paul laughed and bent over, his big hands hooking under Donna's arms. He lifted the tall blonde and threw her onto the bed as easily as he might have tossed a child's teddy bear.
"You're gonna get fucked now, baby!"
Paul promised Donna, tearing at his clothes as he came toward the bed. "I'm gonna drive this big fucker in you till it comes out your mouth!"
Donna groaned and touched her clit in anticipation as she watched the boy feverishly undress. He was big all over. His large, bulging muscles and hairy chest sent ripples of renewed eagerness through Donna's nipples and pussy.
Paul wasted no time with preliminaries. He dived onto the bed as soon as he was naked and spread Donna's shapely legs wide, kneeling between them.
The tip of the boy's over-sized cock felt as large as the business end of a ball bat against Donna's small cunt mouth. She started to tell Paul to take it easy, but she never got the chance. Paul's thick cockhead split her slick cunt mouth and fucked inside. The boy didn't stop powering his muscular hips downward until his rough pubic fur met Donna's soft blonde cunt curls.
Never in Donna's wildest dreams had she imagined being fucked by so much burning, throbbing cockmeat. As Paul lay heavily on top of her, flattening her mountainous tits against her chest and pinning her to the bed, Donna felt positively stuffed with prick.
"Ohhhh, so much!" the dazed woman groaned.
Paul smiled, pleased at her awed reaction. "That's what they all say, baby, until I start fuckin' them with this big hunk of cockmeat! They get to lovin' it real quick then, and so will you!"
The boy began pulling his prick out of Donna's wet, clinging cuntal depths. She moaned as she felt the hot cylinder of cockmeat gliding out of her pussy, pulling her cunt folds along with a fiery, slick friction that sent jolts of bliss through Donna's whole being.
"So tight!" Donna babbled mindlessly. "So big and tight in my hot pussy!"
Paul grunted and fucked his thick cock back into the moaning widow's juicy pussy. Donna mewled with pure delight and began tossing her lush hips up to meet the boy's greedy fuck thrusts.
"You're… you're fucking me!" Donna marveled. "Your big cock is fucking me so good!"
Paul gasped at the blonde's enthusiastic undulations beneath him. Her cunt was gobbling his fat prick, pouring hot pussy oil out onto the fucking monster.
"Ohhhh! Oh, lady, can you ever fuck!" Paul rasped into Donna's ear as he rammed his thick cock in and out of her pussy.
Byron came up to the bed. He winked at Donna and unzipped his pants. His cock was as hard as the one inside her, though not nearly as big, and he wanted Donna to know that he was next.
Donna smiled up at the boy and rocked her hips even harder, forcing Paul's huge fuck pole even deeper as he fucked her.
"Gotta fuck you hard!" Paul was murmuring. "Gotta fuck you deep and hard, you pretty bitch!"
The muscular boy gripped Donna even tighter in his powerful arms and crushed himself down onto her as he rammed his huge cock down into the blonde's gushing cunt. Donna's tits were smashed flat beneath the sweating boy's hairy chest. Her cunt was throbbing with incredible heat from the boy's hungry, fierce fucking.
"My balls!" Paul groaned suddenly, his prick stopping its relentless drilling for a moment, then slamming forward again and again even faster than before. "My balls are getting ready!"
Donna held onto the fucking teenager and gurgled with steady, savage pleasure. A long, never-ending orgasm held her in its fiery grip, and she sensed that the boy's cum would send her boiling into new realms of sensual bliss.
Paul screamed out his lust and delivered a geyser of jism into Donna's clenching pussy. The volume of the boy's hot spunk made Donna's eyes roll as the burning juice ignited a new wave of cum-fury within her pussy.
"Cumming, too!" Donna wailed as the mind-wrenching flurries shook her cunt.
Paul was still fucking the climaxing woman furiously, his thick cock shooting wad after wad of steamy spunk up into Donna's slippery cunt hole. The river of jism back-washed out of Donna's full pussy and ran down into her winking asshole, the kinky sensation sending fresh tremors of orgasm fluttering through the helpless widow.
"So hard!" Donna burbled, nearly out of her mind with bliss. "Your thick cock is making me cum so fucking hard!"
The fierce fucking kept on until Paul's prick began going soft. He glided the fat cockshaft into Donna's jizz-slick pussy until it was too limp to stay inside.
"Ohhhhh, what a hot fuck!" Donna murmured, lost in the haze of a beautiful after cum glow. "Oh, what a hot, good fuck you gave me!"
Paul got up off the dazed woman and looked down. "Your pussy's swimmin' in my cum, that's for sure! I drained my nuts in your ritzy cunt, didn't I, Mrs. Spaulding, baby?"
The boy's haughty words brought Donna back to reality. The fucking he had given her had been wonderful, but now she had to face the consequences.
A movement caught Paul's eye. He turned and saw Byron trying frantically to stuff his hard prick back into his tight jeans.
"I told you, cock-sucker, you came here to watch me fuck this slut," Paul said angrily. "Not to get no nookie yourself!"
The big youth was off the bed in an instant. He caught Byron by the back of the neck as the frail boy attempted to run out of the room.
"I've… I couldn't help it!" Byron protested as the bigger boy spun him around. "It turned me on, watching the way you fucked her, Paul, honest! I mean, wow! You really gave her the old meat-stick, just like you said you would!"
Byron was grinning sheepishly, hoping to avoid the blow he felt was coming. Paul smiled back, a cruel, thoroughly humorless smile.
"So you just wanted some relief, huh?" Paul asked the frightened boy. "Well, they tell me there's great relief in sleep, numb-nuts. Nighty-night!"
The crushing right hand to Byron's jaw was so quick and so fierce that the hapless boy didn't even have time to throw up a hand in his own defense. Donna sat up on the bed and screamed as she watched the blood explode from Byron's mouth and his lithe body fly across the room. The boy hit the wall and slid downward, unmoving.
"You… you fucking animal!" Donna shouted at the leering bully.
Paul stood admiring his handiwork for a few moments before he turned to face the angry woman. Byron was out cold, blood running down his chin and dripping onto his white tee shirt.
"Here's what me got to say to you, bitch," Paul said to Donna as he moved back to the bed. "Here's the way it shakes out."
The menacing boy reached down and grabbed Donna by the throat. His big paw went all the way around her slender neck. He pushed Donna back onto the bed and cut her words off easily with a flex of his index finger against her windpipe.
"You, pretty lady, are going to fuck me and suck me, all I want, when I want," Paul announced slowly, enjoying the terrified look on Donna's face. "If you don't, I'm gonna give you just what I gave junior over there. Understand?"
The pressure on Donna's throat increased and she gasped and nodded her head vigorously, unable to speak. Paul grinned his approval and went on.
"If you call the cops, I'm gonna tell 'em all about you and numb-nuts. And, as a bonus at no extra charge, I'm gonna throw in all the information about you and the sonny boy."
Donna's eyes went huge. Her heart was pounding.
"Oh, yeah, I know all about you and Lennie." Paul gloated at the woman's terror. "I didn't really believe asshole over there last night, so I checked out your bedroom through the crack in the curtains."
Donna shivered, remembering how she had sucked her son's cock the night before, with this maniac spying from the bushes! A rising need to throw up overtook Donna as she stared up into the boy's dark, vacant eyes.
"Now I think we understand each other, blondie," Paul said at last, releasing Donna's throat.
The swaggering bully went over and retrieved his clothes. He got into them slowly, smiling at the cowering, totally defeated blonde sprawled on her bed.
"I'll be back real soon, honey," Paul assured Donna. "Don't you worry about that. And I'll have a real big load of cum for you."
Laughing, Paul sauntered out of the room. Donna shuddered and waited for the front door to close. She made it to the bathroom and threw up before she started crying.