by Weeks, Abby
She didn’t care if she did. She didn’t care about anything. The pleasure of having the two young freshmen licking every inch of her sexual areas at the same time, it was so overpowering that she couldn’t even keep her eyes open. She was afraid she might faint. She closed her eyes and focused all of her attention, all of her energy, on the electrical pleasure that was surging from her ass and pussy and flowing throughout her entire body.
Gary’s neck must have tired of reaching up to her vagina because he put his arms around her and pulled her down onto his face. She let her knees slide back so that she was lying directly on his body. Her cunt was pressed up against his face and he continued to eat her even more vigorously than before. Now that she was lying directly on his face he just opened his mouth and began sucking on her pussy like it was a mouth that he was making out with. She could feel the flaps of skin of her clitoris being sucked into his mouth. His tongue lapped at the opening of her vagina, drinking up whatever juice oozed out of her. His face must have been soaking wet. She let her cunt grind against his face as he continued to suck on her, drinking her as if she was a delicious wine he was enjoying.
Dean had no trouble lowering his face down on her ass. He continued to probe at her anus with his tongue, trying to stick it into her asshole.
Trudy tried to resist orgasm for as long as she could. She wanted the pleasure of this moment to last forever. But as the two boys continued to suck and lick on her like wolves feeding, she was unable to resist any longer. Her head was resting on Gary’s hip. His erect penis was just inches from her hungry, wet mouth. Her soft lips were so close to his cock that she could have just opened her mouth and taken him into it. She wanted to but he’d told her not to and she didn’t want to disobey him. She got a thrill out of being obedient in situations like this.
She stretched her tongue out and let it touch against the head of his throbbing cock. She wasn’t sure if he’d noticed but the excitement of touching that red, throbbing berry of flesh with her tongue was too much for her. She began to convulse in the excruciating pleasure of climax. Her orgasm came from her pussy and her anus at the same time and rushed through her like wildfire. She cried out and gasped as the two boys sucked and licked, faster and faster.
“Oh my God,” she cried.
The sound of her orgasm spurred on the boys and they sucked harder. She felt Dean’s tongue slide into the passage of her anus. She cried out again and again as her orgasm rushed through her body. As she reached her ultimate, convulsive climax, she felt tears running down her cheeks. She opened her eyes. She was dizzy with passion and satisfaction. At that moment, she wouldn’t have been able to get up if her life depended on it. Every muscle in her body was completely spent. She was exhausted and satisfied and blissfully, ecstatically happy.
“Oh, thank you,” she sighed.
“Don’t thank us yet,” Gary said. “We’re not finished.”
Trudy was too weak to even wonder what they wanted to do to her next. She lay on her side as Gary got out from under her. He looked at Dean, a look so eager and expectant and excited that Trudy felt almost proud. She knew that she was giving these boys a night of pleasure unlike any they’d ever felt before in their lives. This would be something they’d remember on their deathbeds. She marveled at the idea that she could give these young kids a memory of such exquisite delight that they would probably remember it for the next sixty years or more. Long after she was dead, the memory of this night would live on in their minds. It might even be the last thing they thought of. It was almost like finding a sort of immortality.
She looked at them as all those thoughts went through her mind. “What are you going to do to me next?” she said, still panting for breath as she lay on the bed.
Gary got onto the bed next to her. He touched her breast. The stimulation of even that light touch was almost too much. She was tingling with sensitivity.
He kissed her on the mouth. She let his tongue slide into her mouth but she hardly had the energy to return his kiss. He was lying next to her, his naked, muscular body just inches from her own. Despite the intense pleasure and stimulation she’d just been through, she found herself craving the feeling of his body against her own.
“Get on me,” Gary said.
Trudy looked into his eyes. She knew she was about to connect with him in the deepest, most intimate way possible. She didn’t even know him. She’d only just met him. She was lying there in her post-orgasmic bliss, looking at him, a boy who was over twenty years younger than she was, and she knew that they were about to fuck. She looked from Gary to Dean. Dean was even younger. He was standing at the end of the bed. His tongue had been inside her anus! It was amazing when she thought about it, the way she could just go out onto the street and pick up total strangers. She felt as if anything was possible, anything at all. She could literally go out into the city and tell boys what she wanted them to do to her, and they would come home and do it, gladly. Why didn’t all women do this? What held them back? The deeper she got into this sort of thing, the harder she thought she would find it to try to live the way she had when she was married.
“Are you boys going to be gentle?” she said, teasingly.
Dean looked to Gary for the answer. Gary looked at her and smiled. He was trying to be sinister, trying to put a little fear in her, but she knew he was just being playful. He didn’t scare her. He excited her.
“Come on,” Gary said. “Lie on me.”
She got up and put her leg over him so that she was straddling him. Her skin was slick and wet from sweat. So was his. He’d wiped his face on the sheets but she could see from his hair that his face had been covered with saliva and juice from her pussy. Even though she’d just gone through a massive orgasm she was tingling with more desire. She wanted more. That was her problem. She always wanted more.
She put her weight down onto Gary. His penis was waiting for her like a wooden post. Her cunt was so wet and slippery that she just slid down onto him as smoothly as if she was putting a hand into a glove.
“Jesus,” Gary sighed as his long, hard cock slid up into her warm, wet pussy.
She looked into his eyes. There was a look of such affection on his face that she wanted to lean forward and kiss him.
“Come to me,” he said and gently pulled her down by the shoulders so that her breasts were resting on his firm, broad chest. He slid his tongue into her mouth.
While she sucked on Gary’s tongue, she felt dean touch her ass. He had a hand on each of her butt cheeks and he gently pulled them open so that he could see her anus. He touched it with his finger. There was some lotion by the bed and he took the bottle and poured some onto his hand. Then he began rubbing it into her ass, covering the cheeks, getting it into the crack of the ass, carefully covering the anus. Gary stopped kissing her and she looked back over her shoulder at Dean.
“Don’t be shy,” she said.
He looked at her like he couldn’t believe what she’d just said. He’d probably grown up thinking of women as timid, polite creatures who were afraid of cocks. That wasn’t Trudy. These boys were about to double penetrate her and she wanted it as badly as she’d ever wanted anything in her entire life. She wanted to feel the power of two strong, hard cocks inside her body at the same time. She wanted to feel the loss of control, the complete and utter domination of the men as they both fucked her together. She wanted to submit to them utterly and completely.
Dean took a hold of his cock in his hand and brought it up to her anus. He was careful, touching the head of his cock against her very gently.
“Press it against me,” Trudy said.
Dean pressed his cock against her asshole. She wanted it to slide in, all of it, she wanted to be impaled by the thick girth of his meat.
“Harder,” she said.
He pressed his hard cock harder against the pink circle of her anus. As he did, she pressed against it, squeezing her ass muscles. Somehow, as she squeezed her muscles, his cock began to slide into the passage
of her ass. She gasped as it went in. It seemed to go deeper and deeper than she ever thought possible. She was amazed at how long it took for the entire length of the shaft to enter her.
“Oh God,” she panted. Gary was right there in front of her, his eager cock throbbing with each heartbeat as he waited to begin.
“Okay,” Dean said from behind her. His cock was fully inserted into her tight little ass.
“Fuck me,” Trudy said.
Moving almost as a single entity, the two boys began slowly drawing back out of their respective holes and then pushing forward back into them. The feeling was so overwhelming that Trudy couldn’t even distinguish between the two cocks anymore. She didn’t know what feeling was coming from her cunt and what was coming from her ass. It all merged into a single, overwhelming mass of sensation. There was too much sensation, too much pleasure for her to even begin identifying the source.
As the penises moved up and down, in and out of her ass and cunt, they began to speed up. The boys moved like old steam engines, gradually building up speed and momentum so that what started as a slow, gentle movement very quickly became a blur of motion. They thrust up into her, again and again, with so much force that her entire body was pushed up and down. She held onto Gary, her arms around his shoulders, but she felt as if she was going to be fucked right off the bed. As Gary pounded her pussy, pushing her upward from his body, Dean pushed hard into her anus, forcing her forward. Then they would both pull out and she would fall down onto Gary, his mouth waiting for her nipples, his tongue flicking over them, until the two hard cocks thrust her up again.
As the boys grew closer and closer to climax their thrusts became more powerful, more intense. She could feel the swelling of their cocks in her holes. They were like ripe fruit ready to explode. She knew she was going to feel them pouring jizz into her like hoses and she closed her eyes and began to concentrate on how it would feel when it happened.
As the cocks pulsed and throbbed and grew closer to climax she began to moan out loud. She didn’t realize she was doing it until she’d already been moaning for over a minute. The final thrusts came with such force that she didn’t know if the feelings she was experiencing were pleasure or pain.
Gary was the first to orgasm, squirting powerful jets of semen deep into her vagina. She felt each individual squirt. She was overcome with a feeling of relief with each one. As he continued to squirt jets of white, sticky, hot semen into her pussy, she felt her own body begin to convulse in the first spasms of another orgasm that would tear through her like a powerful earthquake. Her moan became a scream.
Then Dean began to burst open, squirting his own sticky, hot substance deep into her anus. She cried out. The force of it was overwhelming. She felt as if she was being basted like a turkey. She cried out again and again with each frantic breath she took, and Dean’s massive cock burst huge doses of jizz into her anus, so much so that there wasn’t enough room in her anus for all of it. As his cock continued to thrust into her ass, the semen overflowed, causing it to flow down out of her ass and onto the skin of her ass cheeks.
Trudy felt deliciously dirty, filthy, slutty and sexual. She screamed as her orgasm ravaged through her body. Her muscles, all of her muscles, began convulsing in massive spasms as if she was being electrocuted with massive surges of power. She screamed and screamed and couldn’t stop. The boys continued to squirt such quantities of sperm into her that she was dumbfounded at the mess. Her cunt and ass were sticky with wet, hot sperm. It was flowing out of her anus and cunt onto the boys’ cocks. Even after they’d finished climaxing inside her, her spasms continued in an overpowering barrage of orgasmic pleasure.
She collapsed onto Gary’s body and continued spasming on him like an animal that was going through its death throes.
“Jesus,” she heard Dean say from behind her. He’d pulled out and was watching her convulse on the bed in shuddering orgasmic aftershocks.
“Jesus Christ,” Gary said.
When the orgasm finally ended, Trudy couldn’t move. She couldn’t even speak. All she could do was lie on the bed and look up at the boys. She rolled onto her back and then didn’t move any more. She just looked at them, their young, handsome faces, their perfectly formed, muscular bodies, their dripping cocks. They were looking at her with expressions that mixed gratitude, pleasure and shock all at once.
Their semen was dripping from her anus and pussy and forming a puddle beneath her on the bed sheets. She didn’t care about any of that. All she cared about was how her body felt at that moment, and about the fact that these two young boys would remember her for the rest of their long lives.
IX
“BECKY!” ARIEL CALLED FROM THE kitchen. “It’s ready.”
“Just a minute, mom,” Becky called down to her from her bedroom.
Ariel took her casserole from the oven and brought it to the table. She’d opened a bottle of wine and she poured herself a glass while she let the casserole cool.
She smiled when she heard Becky’s footsteps on the stairs, rushing down. That girl had always loved her mother’s chicken casserole and it seemed that hadn’t changed. Other things had changed of course. Ariel wasn’t sure she was pleased with the amount of time Becky was spending with Kyle. Ariel knew she’d been distracted lately, she hadn’t been keeping as close an eye on her daughter as she probably should have, and she was determined to change that.
“Sorry mom, I was just on the phone.”
“To Kyle?”
Becky looked at her mother. “Is there a problem with that?”
“Of course not, honey. I just want to make sure you’re acting responsibly.”
Becky helped herself to a large portion of the casserole. Ariel made herself a plate too. The two of them sat in silence as they ate. They both seemed to have a lot on their minds.
“Mom?” Becky said.
“Yes, honey?”
“How did you know that you were in love with dad?”
This was the type of question that Ariel had been dreading. Like all mothers, she’d always known that the day would eventually come when her little girl would become a woman, but just like all those other mothers, she wasn’t ready for it now that it was here. She knew Becky and Kyle had been getting serious, she knew they’d probably been exploring their sexuality, and she knew that this was a time that was critical for a young girl. It was a time when she needed her mother’s advice and guidance more than ever. And it also happened to be a time when Ariel herself was so wrapped up in her own life that she hadn’t had time to devote to her daughter.
“Do you think you’re in love with Kyle?” Ariel said.
“I don’t know. That’s the thing. I’m not sure.”
Ariel looked at her daughter. She had no idea how her little girl had grown up so fast. “There’s really no way I can think of to explain how to know if you’re in love,” she said.
“But there are ways you can tell, right?”
“You mean like your heart flutters, you get nervous, you can’t think straight?”
“Exactly.”
“Sometimes love feels like that,” Ariel said. “But sometimes that’s just a crush. Sometimes love feels completely different. Calm.”
“So how do you tell the difference?”
Ariel laughed. “Becky,” she said, “if you knew the answer to that question, you’d be ahead of ninety-nine percent of the women out there.”
“I need to know the difference.”
“What’s going on, honey? Are you and Kyle getting serious?” She paused, waiting for Becky’s answer.
Becky looked at her. “I guess you could say that.”
“You’ve kissed?”
Becky nodded.
“You’ve gone further?”
Becky nodded again.
“Oh, honey. How far?”
“Mom!”
“Are you using protection?”
“Mom, please, don’t.”
“What do you mean, don’t? I have to make
sure you’re looking after yourself.”
“I’m looking after myself, mom.”
“Honey, you’re so young. I’m just trying to do my job.”
“The only question I have, is whether or not I’m really in love with Kyle.”
“Are you asking because you and Kyle are having sex?”
“Mom! Please.”
“Honey.”
“Okay, yes, that’s why I’m asking.”
“Becky! You’re sixteen years old!”
Becky threw down her fork and left the table.
“Becky! Wait!”
Becky didn’t even turn around. She hurried out of the room and Ariel sat there, stunned, as she heard her daughter, her only baby, run up the stairs. She sat at the table and stared at her plate. What kind of mother was she being? She was allowing her own personal life to get in the way of her parental duties. Becky was having sex! She finished her glass of wine and then made her way up the stairs to Becky’s bedroom.
“Honey,” she said gently from outside the door.
“Yes, mom,” Becky said, very quietly.
“Can I come in, honey?”
“Okay.”
Ariel went into the room. The curtains were drawn and the light was dim, even though it was still bright outside. Becky was lying on the bed, her face buried in her pillow.
“Can I sit?” Ariel said.
Becky rolled over, making space on the bed for her mother. Ariel sat down next to Becky. She put her fingers through Becky’s hair.
“I remember when I used to comb this hair for you every single night.”
Becky didn’t say anything.
“I know I’ve been a little distracted lately,” Ariel said. “I’ve just been caught up in things.”
“It’s okay, mom,” Becky said. “You’re entitled to your own life. I’m not going off the rails or anything.”
