"Mother with the hots" - читать интересную книгу автора (McCarver E C)

CHAPTER EIGHT

After supper Joan, Betty and Billy watched television together for the first time in months. When the eleven o'clock news was over Betty went upstairs, leaving Billy and Joan to turn off the television and lights. She went quietly to Billy's room and grabbed the four golf balls off his dresser, then went to her room and closed the door.

She undressed, showered and sat down on her bed. She picked up one of the golf balls, feeling its weight, turning it around in her hand, rolling it around on her palm. Satisfied, she got up and went back to the bathroom, wet the golf balls in the sink and slipped them, one at a time, into her longing cunt. Holding her pink pussy lips closed with her fingers she went back to the bed and lay down.

With the light out she twisted her thin torso, causing the heavy balls to roll around with every move. The feeling was more intense than it had been with ping-pong balls. She pulled her legs up, placed the fingers of one hand in the lips of her cunt and other hand on her abdomen. She pressed down, making a ball pop out against her fingers. And she pushed it back in.

I'm going to concentrate, she thought. I'm going to remember everything. I know there were two of them and they were fourteen. Let's see. Let me start at the beginning. It must have been about ten or twelve years ago. Oh, hell. Let, me get the pillows straight.

Betty turned over and got up on her knees. She placed one pillow at the head of her king-sized bed and took the other and pulled it down beside her. Then she rocked back down, her butt going almost to her heels, and one of the golf balls shot down to the bed. Betty smiled as she turned over, picked up the ball and pulled the pillow under her hips. Raising her legs again she pushed the little white sphere back into her soggy cunt.

Now let's see, she thought. We were living in Midville. That had to be over ten years ago. Yes, it was just before we moved here. That would make it eleven years ago. She was pressing down on her abdomen, forcing a ball out of her cunt only to catch it and push it back up into her twat.

It was outside. I remember that. William had taken the kids to a show and I was outside and…

How did it happen? Let's see. The next thing I remember they were naked and I was naked and we were in the garage. Oh, shit! Why can't I remember? Let me see. I'll go on to what I can remember and maybe it'll come to me.

She pulled her legs up and pressed down hard, forcing all four balls out. She got up, went to the closet and found her vaginal syringe. In the bathroom she wet the plastic pipe. Then she bent over and worked the syringe slowly into her asshole. When it was in all the way to the rubber bulb she straightened up and went back to the bed, lay down and pulled her legs up. She pushed the four golf balls back into her cunt and started fucking herself in the ass with the plastic pipe of the syringe.

My, this thing is smooth, just like a cock, she thought. But they didn't fuck me like this. I'd never had a cock in my ass until today. Now let's see, we were in the garage. I was lying on my back on an old beach blanket and the one with red hair was on me. I remember his cock. It was smooth, no veins, no ridges, just long and smooth and hard. I had to show him how to move in and out without letting it slip out. God, he let it slip out several times and it went up through my pussy hair or down between my hips.

I remember the other one, the one with black hair, kept saying things like, "Fuck her good, Andy." Hey, that was the redhead's name. Andy. Andy was fucking me and his buddy kept telling him to fuck me good and stick it to me and things like that.

She pulled the syringe from her ass and slid it alone her cunt lips to pickup slick juices. Satisfied that it was slippery enough she put it back against her asshole and pushed. It slipped in easily and she continued fucking herself while exercising her memory. There, she thought, I've remembered one of their flames. Let's see what else I can remember.

I put my legs around him and it scared him. He stopped and asked what was happening. His smooth cock was so hard. I remember it felt so good because it slid in without any resistance. It didn't scrape against my cunt lips, it just shot straight in… Shot! That's right, it shot. He hadn't pushed it to me more than thirty times before he shot his load. I remember I thought I was getting cheated until his buddy pulled him off and pushed his hard, slim cook up in my pussy.

Oh, that second one, the one with black hair. He had trouble right from the start. He jumped on me like a dog on a bitch and pushed his peter in and tried to suck my tit and his cock came out. He got it back in and tried to get to my breast again and it came out again. I remember telling him that if he was going to screw me to get on with it. The other one laughed and I looked, over at him and his cock was still hard. Yes, that's right. He had come, shot his cum in me and he was still just as hard as he was when he started.

Betty changed the angle the curved syringe pipe was going into her ass and felt it moving the balls around in her pussy. Satisfied with the new angle she tried to remember more about the cocks.

That black-headed one got kind of mad when I told him to get on with it. He fucked me as hard as he could. I guess he was trying to hurt me or something but it really felt good. His cock went in me so fast and hard the juices started running out of my crack so fast I thought I was going to dehydrate. He shot off and stood back and looked at all the juice and told his friend that he'd come that much.

And then the redheaded one was fucking me again. This time he wasn't in such a hurry. He screwed slower and even tried to put his arms around me. I remember he said something like: Don't be mad with me. How could I ever be mad with him? I was having more fun than I'd ever had in my life.

Betty placed one finger in her cunt, moving the golf balls around. Quickly she added another finger and pushed the balls around as she screwed herself in the asshole. She felt her belly start quivering and knew that coming was close. She closed her eyes as tight as she could and tried to remember what it was like to come on a cock for the first time.

Let's see now, she thought, it was good from the very first stroke. When I finally came they had bath fucked me at least once. I can't remember whether I came while the redheaded one was on me for the second time or when the blackhead was fucking me again. I think it was the first one. Yes. That's right. The redhead was screwing me again and he managed to get one of my tits in his mouth and I told the other one to come suck my other breast. Yes, he had something in his hand and he put it down and came over and sucked my other tit and I really come. The cock that was going in my cunt was slim and my cunt cream just gushed out around it. It was hot as fire when it ran down across my ass. And the teen felt it and didn't know what was happening but it got him so excited he shot another load and didn't want to stop fucking. His friend pulled him off by his feet and got back on me himself.

Betty was ramming the syringe into her asshole at a frantic pace. As it went it pushed the golf balls up and they rolled down and she pushed them back up with her fingers as she pulled the plastic pipe back out. She was about to come but she wasn't quite ready.

Oh, the black headed guy. He got his peter in me and started humping real hard and I came again, just that fast. It scared the hell out of him and he started crying but he didn't quit banging away. He screwed me real hard until he shot off… yes, they called it shooting off. He kept jamming his stiff cock into my gushing cunt until he came again and then he jumped up and left. He picked up his gun and left his clothes and they both ran off naked.

Betty's cunt was contracting and releasing, moving the balls all by itself and she pushed the plastic pipe hard into her asshole and held it there. Her pulsating pussy went into convulsions. Her fingers were against her clit but it was her twat that was moving, not her fingers. Her head was thrown back and the muscles in her neck were standing out like long fingers. Heavy oil flowed from her cunt and burned its way down around the syringe in her ass and on down to the pillow under her hips.

Slowly the feeling passed and she reined, pulling the pillow from under her hips and the pipe from her ass. She lay down to enjoy the weight of the golf balls in her cunt.

Oh, that was good, she thought. I feel as good as I did when those guys left me in that garage. Wait a minute! They had a gun, a pistol! They were raping me! That's what I couldn't remember!

She sat upright in the bed, all four golf balls floating from her cunt on the stream of cunt juice. Those teens had a gun, she thought. Now, let's see if I can remember just what happened. It was almost dark and I went out to get some clothes off the line and I felt something against my back. And somebody said, "Drop them clothes and get in that garage," and I did. I looked back and saw those two guys and the gun and I dropped the clothes and went to the garage. Then he told me to get my clothes off and I did while the other one spread the blanket.

Oh, God, it's all coming back to me now. The one that spread the blanket, the one with the black hair, pulled off his clothes and took the gun and held it while the redhead got his clothes off. The guy with red hair, the one called Andy, got between my legs and told me he wanted a piece of pussy and he was going to fuck me and his friend was going to fuck me and if it wasn't good they were going to kill me. And then he started and I was excited and scared and I had to help him, and it was good and I loved it… oh, God! All these years and I didn't know what happened.

She started sobbing, crossed her arms around her knees and leaned over and started crying aloud.