Judy, Jane's sister, was at that moment riding a crowded bus into Jackson, the nearest city, when a hand cupped one of her soft asscheeks. Judy jumped, but didn't want to draw attention to herself by making a scene. The cities were full of perverts and weirdoes these days, and she believed he'd quit after a quick feel.
But the lewdly prodding fingers stayed with her, and she wriggled in an attempt to squirm away. There were so many people surrounding her that she could hardly move as her plump buns were thoroughly explored. Horror mingled with excitement as she struggled with herself. She'd been horny enough already, and the man's fingers were driving her right up the wall!
But it wasn't as if she was a willing participant, she told herself. She wasn't encouraging him. It wasn't her fault that her body was responding.
Encouraged by her silence, the man pressed his stiffened middle finger into the tight crack of her ass, pushing her panties and dress into the pouting circle of her asshole.
Judy looked around wildly, but no one seemed to have noticed her gasp of pain. The chatter of the passengers was too loud for her choked cry to have been heard, she realized. When she attempted to pull away from the insistent and unwanted stimulation, the people in front shot her a few dirty looks and shoved right back.
Thankfully, the hand withdrew, but before Judy could give a sigh of relief, the hand was back, this time gliding under one of her heavy tits. Her tits were much larger than average, but nowhere as big as Jane's. When she felt him unbuttoning her blouse, she checked to see that nobody had noticed what was going on.
"Ohhh, Jeez," she breathed – he was feeling her up right in the middle of a crowded bus! For once, she was thankful for so many people, otherwise his actions might have been noticed.
The hand pushed inside her blouse and groped under her flimsy bra until it was jiggling the spongy weight of one tit.
"Oooh!" Judy moaned as he pinched and rolled her swollen, exquisitely sensitive nipple. She felt her pussy squeeze some juice into her panties and felt guilt wash over her.
But what could she do? Make a scene? She couldn't prove anything, nor could she bring herself to describe just what was being done to her. She felt bad enough about responding to such obscene fingerings without exposing herself to the curiosity and skepticism of a bus full of strangers.
Then the bus stopped and a few more people got on, jamming her back against her unseen tormentor. His hand gave her heavy tit a last squeeze and left. Just when she believed he'd been scared off, she felt him lifting the back of her skirt. In a matter of seconds her soaking wet panty crotch was gripped in his strong hand. She felt more juice spill out.
"Uhh!" Judy felt her face burn. This pervert now knew she was excited, that his fingers excited her. She swallowed hard and prayed that no one would look at them.
The man rubbed and squeezed her tingling pussy for a long time, but only through the hot, wet silk of her panties. Judy began to shiver and pant, and couldn't help wishing he'd pull aside her crotch band and finger her cuntlips and clit.
Instead, he returned to her asscrack, sliding his hand under the waistband and rubbing one wet finger over her throbbing asshole. When he began pushing, Judy nearly panicked. No one had ever touched that part of her body!
She gave a low moan and dug her nails into her palms to keep from screaming as he wriggled his finger halfway into her hot, gripping rear tunnel. Judy groaned with shame as she felt her asshole moistening from his frictioning. She tried to hide the pleasure that was radiating to her clit and back again. She'd had no idea that the tight turning in and rolling out of her asshole could build such a fire in her loins!
Just as she felt her cum building, the bus stopped and more passengers climbed aboard. Now Judy could feel the man's hard cock as she pressed back against him. Then his free hand was gripping her waist and pulling her hand back. She felt something hot and damp and fat, like a sausage, slapping into her palm, and she realized he'd taken his cock out!
She couldn't help squeezing his prick, amazed at its thickness and pulsing strength. She ran her fingers up and down, estimating its length. She gasped in awe. It was a monster!
Then Judy felt her panties being pushed down, until the waistband was tight around her upper thighs. She felt the burning heat of his cock as it pressed against her ass. Judy didn't know what to do. If she moved away from him, everyone would see her bare ass. It was only the nearness of his body against her that was hiding her rear end. Her dress was hanging in place in front and at her sides; only at her ass was it rucked up.
When she felt him dig around in the mouth of her pussy and smear her juice up through her asscrack, Judy began to worry. Surely he wouldn't… he couldn't be thinking of fucking her on the bus, could he?
Then she felt his thumbs prying her ass crack open as his hard cock pushed into position. His hot knob rested on the rubbery ring of her puckered little hole, and Judy finally realized he wasn't just going to fuck her, he was going to commit sodomy!
She was sure they'd be caught. Knew they'd be arrested. She could already see her picture in the paper, and she imagined the shame and humiliation her family would feel. God, she couldn't let that happen!
Her sphincter was wet and, as the man's cock pushed, spreading her asshole open, Judy groaned deep in her throat and grabbed the straps above her with both hands. She began to wriggle as the fat knob of his cock slowly eased into her, then she bit her lower lip until she tasted blood. He moved his cock in slowly, evidently realizing that if he drove it all the way into her bowels with one quick thrust she'd scream bloody murder.
Judy's face was a bright red. Sweat dripped off her forehead. Her poor, aching asshole was pulsing just behind the knob of his cock, and she knew he was enjoying it. Her imagination made it worse, for she'd felt his enormous size, and knew how much more of that thick, curved cock there was yet to come.
Judy's mind was almost numb, reeling with the strange pleasure-pain of the stranger's buggering. And the thrill of danger was working its magic, also. Somehow, Judy managed to relax her tight sphincter. She groaned as the thick cock slithered through her hot, gripping ass-tunnel. She felt his nuts rub the bottom of her ass and was horrified to realize that he was all the way in!
Without thinking, she ground her ass against his belly and heard an answering moan almost in her ear. Her asshole tingled and burned, but the pain was fading, leaving only the strange pleasure. She knew her clit was stiff, and she wished she could rub it. Slowly, she began rocking her ass back to the spearing cock, wriggling it slightly as she felt his cock on the outstroke. She wanted to let herself go, to pound back and forth and really cum good.
The man lost his rhythm, and she felt her big ass muscles squeezing and milking his suddenly jerking, throbbing cock. Then a hot spray of cum drenched her bowels. She could feel it flooding her, almost like an enema. She squirmed her hips in an attempt to cum. It was too late. He was already growing limp and pulling free. Her sphincter snapped at it as his prick flopped out.
"Ohhhh," she groaned. Some of his cum was rolling out of her asshole! It felt hot and greasy as it slid down her thighs, and Judy prayed that no one would see it drop to the floor between her legs.
Now that it was gone, Judy's conscience regained control. Even though she hadn't cum, she was feeling that familiar itchy heat in her pussy. She was ashamed of herself for giving in to the man's perverted actions. Her poor, abused asshole felt tingly, and it pulsed as jism continued to flow from it. And she couldn't help admitting that having the man's cock in her ass had felt strangely good. What was the matter with her!
At the next stop she nearly ran from the bus, stumbling in her haste to get away before someone's foot slipped in the puddle of cum her ass had dribbled. She found a taxi and paid fifteen dollars to get home. Her sons, Bobby and Scott, were out with their friends, so she finger-fucked herself twice, then checked the refrigerator.
She found a carrot and, trying not to think of how depraved her intentions were, she warmed it under the hot water tap before returning to her bedroom. Then she began playing with her hot, juicy cunt again. When she was really horny, she dipped the carrot in her wet cunt, then pulled up her knees and aimed it at her pouting asshole.
"Uhhhh!" she groaned, grimacing as the blunt, fat carrot stretched her still-sore sphincter. But once it was in, and she started rubbing her clit, it felt great. Judy groaned and grunted as she briskly worked the long carrot back and forth, then she came with a loud shriek.
Too weak to move, she let the carrot soak in her hot, throbbing asshole for a long time, then slowly pulled it out. It looked obscene and greasy as she held it up, then her eyes widened and her nose wrinkled. She brought it close and sniffed it. Yes, she could smell the sharp odor of fresh cum! It had been so long since she'd scented fresh jism that her cunt got horny again. Suppressing her rising guilt, she shoved the carrot back into her ass and fingered her cunt into another orgasm.
Half an hour later Judy phoned her sister Jane. The upset woman just had to tell someone about what had happened on the bus, and she'd always been close to her sister.
"Jeez!" Jane exclaimed when Judy reached the part where she'd been buggered. "How were you able to stand it!"
"God, I didn't have much choice! I didn't want the whole bus staring at my ass, and I certainly couldn't yell while he was shoving it in me! How would that have looked, me with my panties down and his cock halfway up my bung? Everyone'd ask why I didn't stop him before he was in…"
"Well, why didn't you?" Jane asked.
"I hate to admit it, Sis, but he got me so worked up, I wanted to cum right on that bus. After a while, I even wanted him to fuck me, but in my cunt. Damn, after all I went through, the least the bastard could have done was make sure I got off, too!"
"You were lucky," said Jane, "but don't press your luck. The next time you might get caught. Think about Bobby and Scott."
"Next time! Jeez, don't wish that on me! There won't be a next time. No one's going to put me through that again!"
"Do you still hurt back there," Jane asked. "I mean, if he was as big as you say, didn't he sort of, uh, stretch things?"
"My asshole's all right, if that's what you're trying to ask," Judy said with a little laugh. "It's a little irritated and burny, but I don't have any real pain. Like I said, after a while it felt good. I'd have cum if he had kept fucking me."
"Lucky for you he didn't," Jane said. "I remember how much noise you used to make when we played with each other in the woods."
"Yeah, but I've got more self-control, now. And as I recall, you were pretty noisy, yourself!"
"It's funny," Jane said, "but I was about to call you on just this subject. I don't know what's the matter with me, but I've been so horny, lately, I scare myself. Why, I had to masturbate twice this morning before breakfast! And I'm always having dreams about some man sleeping with me."
"You've just gone without for too long, Sis," Judy said. "We're both suffering from the same malady: Fuckus Interruptus, or as it's more commonly known, the classic empty-cunt syndrome. You need a good injection of sperm, my dear, just like me."
"Very funny, but I can't go bar-hopping and leave the kids here alone. And I'm certainly not going to invite some man over to fuck me."
"I know just how you feel," Judy said. "I've got the same problem. Bobby and Scotty are too young to understand that Mommy gets just as horny as they do."
"They get horny? How do you know?"
Judy laughed. "Haven't you been watching Danny? Well, seeing their pants bulging with hard-ons is a good indication that they might be horny. And finding tissues full of jism in the wastebasket is a good clue, too."
"Yeah, I see what you mean," Jane said thoughtfully. "I know Danny's tried to peek at me when I'm undressing. And I've seen that bulge you mentioned…"
"Too bad they're our kids, if you know what I mean," Judy said. "Think of living with two horny guys, especially teenagers! Whew! Remember our dates? How many guys our age can get it up three or four minutes after cumming, huh? Remember Pete Haskil? I jerked him off four times one night, and I know he could've shot some more if I'd sucked him a bit, or let him think he was gonna get fucked."
Jane sighed for her lost youth. "I was dreaming about my high school and college days this morning," she said. "Maybe that's why I've been so horny all day."
They talked for a few more minutes, then said goodbyes, and Jane went to the kitchen to wash some clothes. She briefly wondered what Danny and Mary were doing, but she was distracted by the condition of Mary's dress as she lifted it from the washer. It needed mending. And when there was some extra money, Danny needed some new shirts. She sighed. There was always something.
She went outside to hang up the wet clothes.
Suddenly she was grabbed from behind.
"Quiet!" a hoarse male voice hissed, and then she was shoved toward the back door.
"You alone?" Holmes asked, studying her voluptuous body.
"Y-yes," Jane answered, fighting down her fear.
"I saw clothes on the line. Where're your husband and kids?"
"M-my husband's d-dead," Jane stammered, "and my children are out playing somewhere. W-what do you want?"
Holmes grinned. "Nobody'll get hurt if you do what I say, understand?"
Jane nodded, and he marched her into the house. When he saw the scrub pail in a corner of her kitchen, and brush beside it, he grinned. From the size of the clothing on the line, she had a teenage son. Maybe he'd give the kid a treat. And while he and his mother were busy with each other, Holmes would entertain the little girl…
He yanked the phone cord from the wall.
"I'm gonna get a drink and something to eat, and some clothes, if you got any that'll fit me," he told her. "Meanwhile, you fill that bucket and scrub the floor." He bent his face next to hers and placed a big hand over one of her enormous tits.
Jane shuddered and pulled away. "No, please," she begged. "I have some money…"
"Shit, keep your money. You must really be hurtin' for some cock, bein' a widow, huh?" When Jane's wide, dark eyes grew large, he laughed. "Naw, I'm not gonna fuck you," he said, a twisted idea forming. "Not if you behave. First, take off your panties."
Jane balked, until he twisted her arm cruelly, then, trembling with fear and shame, her arms throbbing, she reached under her skirt and pulled the damp, wispy material down without showing him anything. He grabbed them from her.
"Mmmmmmm," he said, holding them under his nose. "If you taste as good as you smell, someone's in for a treat. Now take off your bra."
Jane reached under the back of her loose blouse and unsnapped her bra, then she pulled it down. Holmes took the bra and blouse from her.
"Nice tits," he said, rubbing his hand over her tits. He felt their heat and the stiffness of her nipples.
"W-what are you going to do?" Jane whimpered as she watched him rummage through her drawers until he found a pair of scissors.
"Make you a bit more fashionable," he grinned. Then he cut her skirt so that when she started scrubbing, the bottom of her beaver would show. "Now get down on your knees and start washing the floor," he ordered. "I'll be in the next room, and I've got a gun, see?" He pulled a small revolver from his back pocket. "I don't want to use it, but I will. On your son. You keep scrubbin' when he comes in, give him a good show. Wave your ass around, understand?"
Jane nodded, her face burning.
"If you don't, he's the one who gets hurt," Holmes said with a smile. "But you're too smart to let that happen, right? Jeez, stickin' that fat snatch in his face ought to make him bust his britches! Make like you don't know he's here, then look up and tell him you didn't know his cock was so big, and you guess it's time he had some lessons on what fucking's all about. And like a good mother you show him what he needs to know."
Holmes smiled again when he saw Jane choke back some tears. The bottom of her wide, bare ass peeked from under her shortened skirt, and her creamy, trembling tits swelled out.
"Now yell for your kid, Mom," he said. "Yell real loud!"
"Danny!" Jane cried. Her voice cracked, and it wasn't much of a yell. Holmes lifted the gun threateningly and walked toward the door.
Jane panicked. "Danny! Danny!" she yelled.
"Fine," Holmes said, patting her shoulder. "Now, I'll be right in the next room, watching every move. Your son's life depends on how good a show you put on for him, so be enthusiastic, huh? Smile when he fucks you."
And, as Jane's face went white, Matt Holmes grabbed some cold chicken and a bottle of milk from the refrigerator.
"Oh, oh, God!" she choked, holding back her tears. Her hands were like ice, but her whole body felt hot. Oh, God! She was about to commit the ultimate sin and fuck her own son.