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CHAPTER FIVE

"Enjoy it? How can I enjoy having my flesh torn? I hate sex. It hurts! I'll never let another man touch me as long as I live!"

"Oh, I doubt that," Angela said. "Show her how good a big cock can feel, Danny. Fuck her slow and easy at first."

"I'm in no mood to fuck slow and easy. Seeing how hot she was with you, I'm going to fuck her brains out!" He punched his blood smeared prick in deep and twisted it.

Melinda screamed, her arms straining. Angela had trouble holding her.

Danny humped back and spiked her again. "Hhhmmm, I just love a tight and tender young pussy. You should feel how it slithers and squirms," he told his mother.

"Just remember who got her ready for you," Angela said.

"I will! For a treat like this, I'll kiss your ass if you want!"

"Hhhmmm, that might be fun later."

"This is a fucking madhouse!" Melinda wailed in despair. Tears flooded down her cheeks each time she took one of Danny's fierce thrusts. His big cock felt like a wedge being hammered in to split her cunt.

She gasped sounds of anguish and moaned as the pain spread like a fire in dry grass. Her nerves jangled and her muscles strained in heated torment. Danny showed no mercy for her obvious signs of distress. In fact, he enjoyed the distortions that wracked her pretty face. He could feel the same kind of wringing torment in her cunt.

Melinda's ruptured cherry sparked with pain every time his cock drilled in or drew back. Her pussy felt like an open wound and his prick must have carried traces of salt from his sweat. She shivered and moaned and prayed that she would pass out.

But as the heat spread throughout her body, it brought a strange feeling of calm. She began to relax and breathe almost normally again.

"What'd I tell you? It's not so bad now, is it?" Danny asked with a chuckle and a smug grin.

"N-n-no, not so bad. But I still hate what you're doing to me. My own cousin, my God!"

"Your pussy can't tell one cock from another," he said. "Only how big, not who it belongs to."

"Bastard," she moaned. "I know, and I'll never forgive you!"

"Bullshit! You'll beg for my cock before morning."

"Never! You sonuvabitch – uuuungh!"

Danny slowed the rhythm to long and gliding strokes, prolonging each one to savor the pained contractions of her ravaged cunt. It was rapture for him. Her snug sheath of cunt flesh was sensational, and he enjoyed the sticky damp warmth of her virgin blood.

He bent down, grinning, and kissed his cousin's lips. She moaned, renewing her struggle to free her arms. Angela held on tight, her own pussy wet and writhing with desire. She found it thrilling to play this part in her son's latest conquest and to know how he would reward her. They had never fucked better than after she delivered the sultry platinum blonde divorcee to him.

Melinda clenched her teeth, loathing her male cousin's lewd kiss and clenching her teeth so he couldn't force his tongue into her mouth as he was trying to do. Danny bent down and kissed a pink nipple instead. It swelled and tingled; powerless to resist Melinda moaned, her body twisting. He shifted to kiss and suck on her other tit and she almost went into convulsions.

Her pussy clamped on his gliding cock. It quivered when he lashed her nipple with his tongue. She gasped eerie cries, shocked that something she hated could feel so good.

His cock sank to the hilt and his hard pelvic bone mauled her clit. Angela's licking and sucking had swollen it to full bloom. It bulged enough to feel his thrusts and shiver from the unwanted excitement it brought.

When Danny raised his head up to kiss her lips, there was no resistance this time. Melinda's head was rolling in a cloud of tawny hair, her eyes glazed, her mouth gaping.

He sealed her fluttering lips and thrust in his tongue. She groaned sounds of anguish, but in a few moments she was sucking eagerly on his tongue while her cunt did its best to wring his big cock.

As he drew back for another thrust, she thrust her tongue into his mouth, gasping again as he sucked on it. But this was a flesh muzzled sound of pleasure. Melinda wasn't just giving in, she was starting to enjoy.

Angela saw no further need to restrain the girl's arms, and her intuition proved correct.

With her arms free, Melinda coiled them around Danny's neck in a passionate embrace.

Angela smiled and slipped her hands between them to feel her niece's tits.

Melinda felt a scream swelling inside of her, and she had to break off the kiss to let it out. Another climax was building. She had a big cock in her at last and it sparked lewd spasms so strong they brought tears of joy to her eyes.

"Oooh, Danny! You're doing it to me! My first real orgasm, a complete climax at last!"

"I can feel it in your pussy!" He grinned and kept pumping his cock, grinding down hard on her clit at the end of each thrusts.

Angela found her breath rasping. Their excitement was contagious. She milked and squeezed the girl's tits, whirling her nipples while Danny kissed her again and sucked on her tongue.

Melinda bucked into a high arch, her soft young body straining in delighted anticipation. The quaking spasm in her pussy grew stronger. Pleasure surmounted the pain of her broken cherry. She writhed and welcomed each thrust.

"Fuck me!" she cried, urgently breaking the seal of their kiss again. "Oooh, God! Hammer your cock in. It feels so good now. I must have more. I want it all! Everything your, cock can give!"

Danny chuckled. "It took even less time than I thought."

"What?"

"To get you to beg for my cock."

"Yes, I want it now. Hove the way it hurts me. Such delicious torture!"

Angela felt herself growing more anxious for them to reach a climax. Only then would Danny be able to reward her with the pleasure she craved. She slipped a hand off one of Melinda's tits and reached between her son's legs to cup his swaying balls in her palm. She could feel their heated surge and knew it wouldn't be long now.

With one hand holding her son's balls and one on the tit of the girl he was fucking, Angela sensed their mounting tension – the strain of pleasure soaring fast to explosive intensity. It made her pussy seethe in its own smoldering damp warmth.

Melinda's frenzied joy burst with a scream. Her pussy clenched with rippling pulses and Danny's cock fired cum into her like liquid lightning bolts.

"Ungh!" she moaned. "Ooooh, I can feel your cum! It's so hot and thick!"

"There's more, Melinda. Lots more! I'm glad I've been resting. I'm really going to fuck your cunt full!"

"That's what I want! More sweet cream and more cock! Rip it into me, Danny. I'm not afraid anymore!"

"Good thing you're not, because I love fucking your cunt!"

"It doesn't feel so tight now that cum is bubbling up inside of me! Ooooh, it makes your cock feel even better. Don't stop, Danny. Don't ever stop fucking me!"

He drained himself and sprawled limp after about a minute.

"That's all I've got right now," he gasped delightedly.

Melinda's pussy quaked with joyous after shocks. "But you'll want to do it again soon, won't you? I won't be such a baby the next time."

"You were just fine," he assured her. "I really liked fucking a virgin."

"Even your own cousin?"

"Especially my own cousin. You're such a beautiful girl, and I'm so glad you aren't the prude I always thought."

"My mother won't be able to control me like that anymore," Melinda said firmly. "I know what I want now."

"So do I," Angela interrupted. "I want to suck my son's cock while it's still wet with cum and cherry stain."

"Sounds good to me," Danny agreed quickly.

He pulled his cock out of Melinda and sat at the end of the couch near her feet. His cock remained firm, but not fully hard. Cum sheened its whole length, mixed with smears of virgin blood that looked pink in dilution.

The sight and her excitement made Angela's mouth water, more hungry to taste cock than ever before.

For a fleeting moment she wondered when, how, or even if it would all end. Everything done so far in her crazed search for satisfaction had only increased her desire.

Angela was on her knees on the floor between Danny's spread legs and bowed her head toward his cherry-stained cock. Sighing anxiously, she lifted his prick to her lips.

The taste of his cum was familiar enough, but now she caught the copper-sweet tang of blood. It made her heart race and her taste buds yearn. Sex was a multi-sensual experience, she'd learned. It wasn't simple muscle response. The sights, sounds and smells of unleashed lust all added to her pleasure. And perhaps taste most of all.

Angela lapped her tongue around his bulging cockhead and savored the tart-sweet elixir that gleamed all over it.

Angela's lips snugged into an O and slid down, her tongue rippling along the tender underside of her son's wet cock. She loved the taste and adored him. It hardly mattered that reckless and wanton desire had split her marriage asunder.

Melinda raised up on her elbows and watched, entranced. None of the girls she knew had ever sucked cock, even those who fucked like whores. It just seemed too gross to even consider, but Angela obviously enjoyed it.

Her head bobbed furiously and Danny's cock quickly swelled fully hard in the grasp of her warm lips.

"Ooooh, Mom! Nobody sucks prick better than you."

"That's because no one loves you or your big cock as much as I do. It's my whole life now, Danny. It's all that I have to live for!"

"Just suck it and shut up," he said impatiently. He was getting tired of that "you're all I have" routine. His plans for adventure and experimentation went well beyond her.

"Yes, dear," Angela said, obediently bowing her head down. His arrogance distressed her, but not enough to overcome the thrill she got from sucking his cock, especially now that it was slick with pink cherry stain. That made it all the more tantalizing.

"Just lick it clean and suck it hard again," he told her. "I don't want to waste cum shooting it down your throat this time."

"You'd rather fuck me?" she asked anxiously.

"No, I want to fuck Melinda again while her broken cherry is still raw. I love the way that makes her tight little pussy seethe."

"But, Danny, I arranged that for you. I deserve a turn."

"You deserve what I decide to give you, and if you don't get my cock hot again in a hurry, that's going to be a kick in the ass!"

"Yes, dear," Angela replied glumly, bowing to suck again. She did it more possessively than for simple pleasure, and Danny didn't find the anxious pull of her lips to be as exciting as he had before. It dawned on him then that he was getting tired of sex with his mother. He wanted to explore greener fields.

Danny fucked Melinda three times and taught her to suck cock between rounds, loving the timid suction of her young lips and the way she had to strain at first to swallow his stout cockshaft.

Angela served them dinner after that, a succulent pot roast done to perfection. She cooked up some brown-and-serve rolls and kept their glasses filled with a delicious red wine.

She was starting to feel more like a serving maid because Danny lavished all of his attention on his tawny-haired young cousin who despite earlier protests, obviously adored him now.

Angela felt a wave of relief when her sister came to reclaim the girl before breakfast the next morning.

Danny was still sleeping, bone weary, and Angela was nearly distraught. He'd only fucked her once during the long night.

When he awoke around ten, Angela said. "We have to talk."

"Sure, Mom. Just pour me some coffee and say what you want."

"There is no coffee: I drank the last of it early this morning."

"Then get dressed and go buy some more."

"Danny, we don't have any money. Your father took all that was in our bank accounts. I've got less than three dollars left in the cookie jar and nothing to cook for dinner tonight."

"Oooh, well… I guess you're going to have to go to work."

"Yes, and you will too. Any job I can get after being just a housewife for so many years will only pay minimum wage. That will barely pay the rent."

"We do have to eat," she reminded him sharply. "And I don't think we can count on help from your father."

"Yeah, well you work that out." Danny pushed back from the table and started toward the front door.

"Where are you going?"

"Down to Yvonne's. I'll bet she's got coffee, and I know she's got something that I want to eat!"

"You bastard!" she growled as he walked out the door. Angela had never felt so desperately alone before.

Her prospects for employment looked bleak. Angela hadn't worked outside the home since before Danny was born, and only then serving up burgers part-time in a fast-food place. Hardly an impressive resume.

She applied in a dozen places and got the same "Don't call us, we'll call you," response. One weary small businessman went on to explain the "trickle down" economic theory to her. "It means that little people at the bottom of the heap all get pissed on!" he said sharply.

Angela's last glimmer of hope was a diner on the edge of the warehouse district – a classic greasy spoon. In fact, that's what the owner had named it, The Greasy Spoon. It had a flyspecked sign in the window that said Waitress Wanted. That kind of place always needed a waitress. Only the desperate would think to apply, and then they'd start looking for something better.

The owner was a huge man, a bear in a soiled white apron and sweat-stained T-shirt with a cigarette pack rolled up in one sleeve. Paunchy and completely bald, he flashed a cool grin of appraisal as he looked her up and down.

"So you're a waitress, huh?"

"Yes, sir. A good one."

"Yeah? Where'd you work last?" Angela told him the name of the burger place, a big franchise operation now. "They only hire teeny-boppers," he said. "Oh, well… er, you see, I was a teenybopper at the time."

"No work experience since then?"

"I've been waiting hand and foot on an ungrateful husband and son," Angela shot back.

"Lady, I want your qualifications, not your life story."

"I need the job and I know I can do it," she moaned.

"Let's go out and back and see if the uniforms I got will fit over those big knockers of yours."

"It might improve business if they're a little tight," she said anxiously.

"Yeah, I was thinking the same thing. Come on." He nodded toward a rear door. "My name's Max, by the way."

"Angela," she replied with a smile strained with apprehension.

In the grubby little room that must have been his living quarters, Max turned and locked the door behind them.

"Strip," he said simply.

"Wh-what?"

"I said strip. You're going to try on uniforms, remember?" He flashed a leering grin that showed his yellowed and broken teeth. His breath smelled like sewer gas. But Angela didn't really start to cringe until she saw that Max was taking his clothes off too.

"I-I thought we were just going to try on uniforms," she said.

"First you're going to try this on," he told her, unlimbering a cock that wasn't fully hard yet but already over a foot long.

"Oooh, no!" Angela bolted for the door.

Max leaned back against it, a mountain of hairy man-flesh. Black curls covered all of his body except the top of his head, that gleamed bald like a fish bowl.

"Women who work for me have to know how to keep a man happy," he said.

"If it's a hooker you want, there must be plenty in this neighborhood," she replied coldly, starting to button her blouse again.

"Guess you don't need a job as much as you thought when you walked in," he remarked, eyes glimmering lewdly. "You think maybe your husband will take you back?"

Angela blanched. She'd hardly mentioned her husband, and nothing had been said about their breakup.

"There's a white line on the third finger of your left hand," Max said. "I know you just took your ring off, which has to mean a recent split."

"Going through a divorce doesn't make me a whore," Angela said, uncomfortable because his dark eyes seemed to be able to pierce right through to the depths of her soul.

"It doesn't make you prime stuff either. Why the hell else would you be looking for work in a dive like this?"

"I-I have a son to take care of," she said nervously.

"So, you take care of me, I'll take care of you, and then you can take care of him."

Angela tried to steel herself, drawing in a deep breath. "All right, I guess I don't have much choice."

"I don't figure you've got any. If you did, you wouldn't be here."

"Wh-what do you want me to do?"

"Strip naked and drop to your knees. You ever sucked a cock as big as mine?"

"I've never even seen a cock as big as yours!"

"Good, then you're in for a real treat. One of the fringe benefits here is three meals a day, and right now you are looking at breakfast, lunch and dinner. Chow down, lady."

Angela whimpered as she peeled off her clothes, feeling both anxious and terribly degraded at the same time. Part of her wanted to cry. The rest wanted to laugh because her son was so proud of his dominating cock. Danny's prick now seemed like a lollipop stick compared to what Max was fondly stroking hard for her.

"Please don't hurt me with it," she said as she sank to her knees.

She remembered how amusing Melinda's virgin queasiness was, and now she felt the same way or worse. Fully hard, Max had fourteen inches of meaty cock flesh pulsing with obscene desire.

And before she could think much about his monstrous proportions, he clasped his ham sized hands back of her head and forced his prick down her throat.