"She doesn't know what she's missing," Jerry groaned back. "You're strangling my cock in that tight shithole, mama-but, oh, Jesus, it's gonna fucking die happy… "
She was dying already. The fingers and the cock, working in tandem, had driven her cunt and asshole to the melting point. Karen stiffened atop the already-stiff boy, and she throbbed for what seemed an eternity, and then her body simply imploded.
"Oh, make me come!" she screamed.
He fucked and fingered into her orgasm, keeping her at a fever pitch. She twisted, bucked, jerked, wriggled atop him. Her body began to melt down, unable to respond again. Inside her asshole, his cock was still as hard as ever.
"Finish me," he told her as she began to catch her breath. "C'mon, Karen, finish me in your mouth… "
"It's filthy," she protested. "You've had that thing up my ass, for God's sake… I couldn't take it in my mouth now… Patrick always wanted me to… "
Even as she spoke, she was rising from the stiff pole of his cock, standing up on shaky legs, turning slowly around, dropping to her knees before his perch on the John. She took his cock in both hands, worshipped it with her lingers and eyes. Leaning forward, she pressed the bulbous purple cock-knob with her trembling lips.
One taste of him was all she needed. She opened her mouth and fed his cock inside, gulping as he entered her. If he tasted of shit, it was, at least, her shit.
Her head bobbed as she sucked on the pulsating prick. She bit into the stiffened rod, slurping it simultaneously with her tongue. He seemed to get bigger-enormously, unbelievably bigger-inside her mouth. She gulped again and took his big cock-knob into her throat. Her sucking became desperate, gluttonous.
"Now, bitch, I'm gonna do it nowwww!" Jerry blurted. He put his hands on her head and forced it down, ail the way over his cock. Her lips touched his groin, his balls. The head of his cock was halfway down her throat. She tightened her jaws and sucked hard, and his knob jerked inside her throat, then started to squirt hot sticky cum.
Karen lifted her head slightly and drank his offering. She had never been so thirsty to eat a man's cum in her life. She sucked till he had nothing more to give her, and still she sucked, urging his cock to give her just a little more. The drained, exhausted prick began to go soft in her mouth but still she held on, until she clutched only a limp wasted noodle of gristly flesh.
"Not bad," she told him, raising her face and licking her lips. "You know I'm kinda glad Leanne stood you up. It gave us a chance to get so much better acquainted."
She left him sprawled on the John and she went into the shower. She soaped her body lovingly, dwelling on her crotch, tickling herself into a fresh round off arousal. Maybe he'd be ready for some more when she was done bathing. By God, he'd better be ready for more! She needed more!
Karen turned off the water and reached for a towel. Jerry was standing outside the shower stall, and he passed the towel to her. As she took it, he came into the shower with her.
"I think you missed a couple of spots," he said.
"Huh?" Karen asked.
Jerry took hold of his cock and aimed it upward. A stream of piss shot from the tip, splashing Karen's tits. She shrieked, slapping out at him.
"You dirty filthy son of a bitch!" she said, but the sensation of his warm piss spraying her body wasn't all that bad. She leaned back and let him finish, then rubbed the salty fluid into her body with both hands.
"That was perverted," she said in a soft voice. "Not even Patrick ever did that to me before. But now it's your turn, baby boy!"
He looked up in surprise as she threw herself onto him. Karen wrestled him to the floor, and she straddled his prone body. She pushed her cunt down onto his chest and she strained until her own piss began to leak from the crack of her pussy.
"They call this a golden shower," she told him, though she suspected he already knew it. Still pissing, she slid down his body, aiming the last of her flow at the cock that had just sprayed her. As her urine drenched his prick, she could feel the organ throbbing beneath her cunt. She pushed down, and the contact sent fresh sparks of excited life into Jerry's prick. It began to harden beneath her pussy.
"I think you like it too," Karen giggled. She raised her cunt slightly from his body and she reached underneath, catching hold of his prick and guiding it into her piss-wet hole. He thrust upward with a horny excited lunge, filling her cunt, and she clenched those trained, eager muscles around his cock and they began to fuck once again. Chapter 5
"Goddamn it to fuck!" Leanne O'Neill snarled as she walked from the curb to the house. That bastard Jerry had never showed up at the concert. And would you look at that? His fucking car was parked right in front of Leanne's house! Oh, the shit was due to hit the fan in a very few minutes!
But it struck the girl that something was out of the ordinary. The lights in the front of the house were all turned off. No sign of life at all. So where was Jerry?
Leanne went around the side of the house and peered into the kitchen window. Dark as a tomb in there, too. God, had something happened?
She rounded the corner and saw a light, coming from her mother's bedroom. Instead of going to the back door and letting herself in, the curious teenager went to the source of the light. The bedroom window was open, as usual on a warm summer night, and Leanne looked inside. Her jaw dropped as far as the rosebushes that grew beneath the window sill.
"C'mon, can't you get it hard again?" Karen was panting as she rolled Jerry all over the bed. She was playing with his cock while she tongue-fucked his mouth and rubbed her big lush tits across his chest. Her legs and his were intertwined. She had one of his thighs flush against her pussy and she was sliding her eager cunt back and forth along the firmness of his leg.
"Get stiff," she went on, "and fuck me up the ass just one more time, baby! Do that for mama!"
She bent over his lap and took his cock straight into her mouth, sucking and biting. She alternated deep swallowing gulps with lunges that brought her lips to his balls and his balls into her hungry mouth. She had her hand in the crack of his ass and she was poking a fingertip into his asshole, giving the boy a taste of his own medicine.
Karen sat up. "You must be half-faggot," she said, cupping her tits. "You mean you can't get it up for these babies?"
Jerry just shook his head. "Six times is my limit."
"Well, don't call the game warden," Karen replied, "but I'm about to exceed my limit."
She got off the bed and went to the night-stand. The vibrator was there, where she had left it. Not much strength left in the batteries, after the workout she'd given the thing last night and today, but she hoped there was enough for what she had in mind. "Here we go," she told Jerry. "If this doesn't get you up, nothing will,"
Jerry sat up, covering his asshole with his hand. "No way you're sticking that thing in me, you nutty bitch!"
Karen just giggled. She threw herself onto the bed and grabbed hold of his cock. "I'm just gonna tickle you a little," she promised, buzzing the end of his cock with the vibrator.
Jerry leaned back. "That doesn't feel half bad," he admitted.
Karen took him back into her mouth and sucked him a little longer. She was sure she could feel him starting to harden up. Her mouth tightened on his cock and she vibrated his nuts. A shiver rippled through his prick and now she was positive that he was stiffening again.
"Better," she complimented, releasing him from her mouth. She worked the whirring vibrator up and down his lengthening prick while her mouth nuzzled and sucked at his balls. She pushed them aside and licked into the crack of his ass, tasting his shithole. While her tongue caressed his asshole, the dildo continued to tease and tantalize the ever-increasing hardness of his resilient young cock.
"You really gonna let me piss in your face again?" Jerry asked, cupping her big tits and burying his face between them.
Karen straddled his lap and guided his cock into her cunt. She sank down, eating him in her hungry cuntal gulp, and she said, "Maybe. God, you're such a filthy kid! I didn't learn some of those kinks till I was almost thirty."
"You didn't grow up on MTV," Jerry countered, fucking up into her excited cunt. The roominess of her hole contracted, milking his cock with thirsty swallows. Karen didn't feel, or fuck, forty-two.
"Who's better?" she asked hoarsely. "Me or the kid?"
"No competition, baby," Jerry replied. "She might be this good when she gets to be your age, but fuck, you're already this good, and that's enough for me!"
"Okay, baby, because you talk so sweet, I'm gonna let you put it in my asshole again," Karen said, rising from his stiff bobbing prick. She bent down to suck her juices off the shaft. "Let's get you all wet and ready first, though, okay?"
"I mean, you would fucking not believe it," Leanne O'Neill repeated. "My own mother! And my boyfriend! God, Rosie, how could something like that happen?"
"I dunno," Rosie sighed. "Your mom's no old bag. I guess a guy could get excited over her."
"But when he had me?" Leanne asked. "That's sick!"
She'd already gone through the crying and cursing stages. After seeing what was happening in her mom's bedroom, and realizing why Jerry hadn't bothered showing up, she knew there was no way she could stay in the house. So she'd come to Rosie, her best friend, who always provided a shoulder for Leanne to cry on and an ear to listen to complaints.
"Like, look at me," Leanne went on. "I'm a fucking fox! I'm tight and tanned and terrific. My mom is almost fifty years old! What could he possibly see in her? Oh, God, she let him fuck her up the ass! Maybe that was it? Maybe I should have let him… "