Misbehavin' Ch. 03

"Yes, darling," she hissed into his mouth. "Oh, God, it's so good...I love it." She kissed him fiercely, drinking in his breath, grinding her lips against his. His hand was between their bodies, sliding over her breasts, rubbing her stomach, dipping lower and feeling inside her slippery cunt, tweaking the tender flesh until she thought she'd scream. The water beat against her sensitive flesh. It seemed like a thousand hands were probing her body, demanding admittance. She spread her legs wide and braced herself against the shower wall.

"Take me, Jack. Fuck me, here," she gasped, lust flooding her. Gone was any embarrassment, any uncertainty about the situation. Her flesh wanted his cock and that was enough.

Jack backed her against the tiles, pushing against the wall. He fitted the cheeks of her ass into his hands and lifted her against him, his prick sliding into her canal as if it were greased. And it was. Her pussy was pouring forth copious lubrication. She was ready for him. She felt his pecker slide into her little by little, until she was completely impaled on the hot pole. Jack smiled at her and she returned the smile, tightening her muscles around his cock to show him how much she loved it.

"That's it, baby, all the way in," Jack wheezed, pulling her firmly against him. He braced her against the tiles and began fucking in and out with long slow strokes. The water felt cool now in comparison to their burning bodies. Allie's skin was hot to the touch, and inside her cunt Jack's pecker felt like it was burning off, encased in the fiery vise of her pussy. It was slick and wet inside with the consistency of soft butter, except when she clenched her muscles.

He drove into her, grunting beneath his breath. "Uh-uh-uh...fuck me, baby. Use that cunt! It's like a fucking hand on my cock. Oh Jesus...good hot fucking mama."

Allie rode his prick, sliding back and forth. Her backside banged against the wall with every stroke. Her breasts shook under the force of his strokes, and the water pouring over them made it seem like a dream—a beautiful dream of endless fucking! She rotated her hips on his plunging shaft, rubbing her clit against his pubic bush. The scratchy sensation on that sensitive organ was driving her fast to orgasm. Another minute— she bounded against him, mashing her cunt against him, screwing herself up and down his pole.

"I'm going to cum, baby," Jack warned. "Hold tight. Fuck me good, Mom, show me how you can shake that ass!" He pumped into her violently, and she felt the familiar tremor in his shaft that preceded orgasm. She rubbed violently against him, forcing herself to hurry. He'd be cumming any minute, and she had to make it.

"Oh, don't stop! Just a little more," she pleaded, feeling her orgasm fluttering in the pit of her stomach, flinging tendrils of heat along her nerves.

"I'll try," Jack grunted, his hands squeezed her buttocks mercilessly. His finger found the entrance to her back end and plunged in, stabbing her asshole. He felt her spasm against him and thankfully let go. He pounded into her, his ass moving in quick short jabs, and then he burst inside her, his jism rushing up the long tube of his cock and gushing into her as she came in a flood of pussy juice.

"Ohhhh..." she groaned as his semen hit her, soothing her battered insides. She felt like she could fuck for hours, it was so good! He slipped out of her and they slumped against the wall of the shower, grinning at each other weakly.

"Hot stuff!" he said teasingly, flicking her nipples. "Can't even take a shower without turning on! You're really sexy, Mom. I don't know what I'm going to do with you!"

He took the soap from her hands. Somehow, she had held it throughout their fierce bout! "Now hold still while I wash you. And try to control yourself!" He laughed at her and began soaping her breasts.

"Yes, sir," she answered happily. She closed her eyes.

"Hey you guys! Hurry it up," Brad called. "Don't fuck all day. Save it for a while!"

Jack and Allie smiled at each other. "Don't worry, Brad, she can fuck all day and then some!" Jack answered. Allie blushed, and then giggled at her young lover. I don't care she thought fiercely. I don't care what people think or what happens—I'm just going to have fun!

"Well, you heard the man!" she told Jack, repeating his earlier words teasingly. "Let's hurry and see what he's up to."

"As if I didn't know," Jack grumbled, turning off the shower. "Oh, well, cast aside. Here, Mom, dry yourself on this if you can!" He handed her the towel gingerly, grinning widely.

"Hey, Brad! Don't you have another towel in this dump?"

Brad appeared through the curtain and threw Jack a red cloth. "Use the bedspread. I need to get some more towels. I used to have some, but they're gone now." He grinned comically, lounging in the doorway. "God the floor's sopping wet. You must have fucked up a storm in here!" He looked at Allie, his eyes taking in all of her damp body. "Wow, you're really a beautiful chick," he said sincerely.

Allie was embarrassed in spite of herself. She wasn't used to this completely matter-of-fact acceptance of sex. She was determined to brazen it out, to act as if this were an everyday occurrence for her. She smiled at Brad, reaching up and fluffing her wet hair with her fingers, knowing that the movement of her arms brought her breasts into full globes. Her nipples were still erect from her recent lovemaking, and they stuck out of her brownish aureoles.

"Thank you, Brad," she answered demurely. "Glad you approve," She brought the towel between her legs and rubbed back and forth against her damp snatch, watching his face.

"Jesus! I can't stand it!" Brad said, watching her admiringly. "Where did you find her? No, don't tell me, I'd rather guess. She's gotta be some kind of food for the gods!" He kissed her fingers extravagantly.

"Don't mind Brad. He's crazy," Jack offered. He threw the red bedspread into a damp corner and turned to his mistress. "Wanna beer or something? I'm thirsty as shit!"

"Sure," Allie replied, tossing her towel on top of his and stepping out of the shower stark naked. "Lead me to it!" She walked through the door, her breasts bobbling, brushing casually against the boy lounging in the doorway. As she entered the other room, she looked back at the two guys. "Well? Don't keep a Mom waiting! She said.

"You heard the lady!" both boys said together, looking at each other and bursting into laughter. Jack went over to Allie and threw an arm around her waist, leading her to the pile of cushions and pulling her down. They fell in a heap, giggling, arms and legs entwined. Brad dropped beside them and lay back, rummaging around until he found the cigarette that he had rolled earlier. He struck a match and lit it, drawing the smoke deep into his lungs and passing the joint to Allie.

"I don't smoke," she said, reclining against Jack and wondering what was going to happen now. She was a little peeved. She had expected both men to fall on her when they hit the cushions, and Brad had just lain back and lit a cigarette! She wondered when they'd get down to business.

"Go on, honey, take a drag. It's grass. You won't believe how it is to fuck on grass," Jack told her.

Allie shrugged. Why not, she thought. I've done everything else. I may as well try this too. She took the stick gingerly between thumb and forefinger and brought it to her lips, drawing the smoke into her lungs. She coughed violently, her eyes watering.

"Hold the smoke," Brad said, patting her on the back. "Just a couple of drags'll do it. This is dynamite weed."

Allie gamely drew some more smoke into her lungs and held her breath until she thought her ears would burst, and then let it out. She was surprised to see only a small puff of smoke issue from her mouth. She looked at Brad for approval.

"Far out," he said nodding. "You and Jack share that one, I'm fucked up already." He was lying back in the nest of cushions, one hand lazily stroking his penis. Allie stared at him. Somehow, he had removed his cut-offs and was as nude as she and Jack. She watched him fixedly, mesmerized by the action of his hand on his cock. Everything seemed slowed down, heightened. She took another drag from the joint Jack offered, never taking her eyes off Brad's penis. It's longer than Jack's, and thinner, she thought dreamily. And his balls are huge.

Suddenly she heard her voice saying. "You've got a beautiful cock, Brad, I'd like to suck it. I'd love to taste your dick!" She was surprised. It didn't sound like her voice at all.

"Sure, baby," Brad said lazily. "Come here. Are you feeling good now?"

"Oh yes...soooo goood...I want to blow you. It'll taste so good," Allie murmured, crawling towards him. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity she reached him, sliding beside him, and her face inches away from his cock. She lapped at it, swirling her tongue through his coarse bush of hair, nuzzling at the base of his cock. She made little mewling sounds as she licked around his cock, sliding her tongue up one side and down the other, licking under the head, sticking the tip of her tongue in the hole. She sucked gently on the tip, drawing his pre-cum fluids into her mouth, slobbering all over the head of his prick, drawing it into her mouth, sucking, sucking, her mouth slid lower, drawing his long thin prick into the wet cavern of her mouth until it hit the back of her throat, then relaxing her muscles and taking it in full length, down to the balls.

She choked a little, but continued sucking, her cheeks caving in with the pressure, exerting an even pressure on the whole shaft.

"Jesus! What a chick. She's taking the whole thing," Brad groaned, twining his fingers in her hair and smashing her face against him. Her nose was buried in his hair and she snuffled ass he fought for breath, but the incredible pressure did not stop.

"God! She's like a fucking vacuum!"

"Yeah," Jack agreed. He was watching his Mom blow his friend, noting the way her head bobbed up and down as she took it all in, watching her lips gripping firmly on the shaft.

"It's in her throat, Brad. Jeez! Look at her go!" Jack slid nearer to get a better view, sliding his hand between Allie's legs as he did. "She's dripping wet already!" he cried. "Shit. I think I'm going to eat me some pussy," he mumbled, probing at Allie's slit. She was kneeling in front of Brad, busy with his cock, and didn't notice as Jack slid his head between her legs from behind.

He cupped his hand over her ass and pulled her dripping twat into his face, inhaling the odor of excited pussy. She jumped as his tongue snaked into her, then hunched violently into his face, mashing herself into his mouth. She was bobbing her head up and down on Brad's prick now, using her lips and teeth as a ridge, exerting maximum pressure. Brad pumped up into her mouth. He could see Jack's hands grasping her ass as his friend lapped her pussy.

"Yeah, eat her out, Jack," he called. "Sit on his face, honey, and suck me good. Goddamn, that's some action...far out! Fantastic! Suck me, sugar...milk my balls. Squeeze my balls, baby. Yeah, man! That's it!" He watched his pecker sink into her mouth, feeling the rasp of her tongue. "The head, suck the head harder, baby. Yeah! Get it on!"

Jack slurped up Allie's juices, running his tongue up and down her slot, nibbling at her clitoris, sucking the whole vulva into his mouth with smacking noises. She seemed to be coming constantly, pouring a flood of sticky fluid down his throat, trembling under his hands. His prick was erect again, pulsing between his legs, but he was too intent on eating her cum to bother about it now.

Allie sucked at Brad's dick like a candy stick. Spittle ran out of her mouth, dripping down his shaft and matting in his pubic hair. She felt like she'd been eating him for hours. Her tongue knew every ridge of his prick by heart and titillated the most sensitive areas knowingly. She was in a continuous flow of orgasm, unbearably excited by Jack's tongue in her twat and Brad's cock in her mouth. She wanted him to cum. She wanted to taste his thick sperm. She sucked harder, digging her finger under him to probe his asshole, grinding her cunt into Jack's face. His lips had clamped onto her clit now, and he was thrumming it with his tongue, sending incredible flashes of pleasure through her. She shook in the grasp of endless orgasm.

It was going on forever. Time stood still as the three bodies writhed on the cushions, pleasuring each other with hand and tongue. Jack thrust a finger up her asshole and massaged her there, his other hand joining his tongue in her cunt, two fingers sliding into her distended hole. She bucked against his hand, sending his fingers up the slick canal, her cunt spasmodic and gushing. She slid her hand under Brad's ass and rammed her forefinger into his asshole, massaging his prostate, while her thumb probed at the sensitive spot at the base of his prick. She felt his balls lift and harden in their wrinkled sac and knew that he was near orgasm. She held her mouth steady and he fucked upwards into it, using it like a cunt.

"Hold on, baby. That's it! Jesus! I'm going to shoot! Here it comes! Drink my cum, baby, Ahhhh! Uh-Uh-Uh-Shit! Here it comes!" Brad yelled, twisting his hips, screwing his pecker into her mouth.

At the last moment she felt his prick jerk and swell against her teeth, then it was jerking wildly, spewing a fountain of cum down her throat. She swallowed greedily, drinking in every bit of the gooey stuff, gargling it around her mouth, feeling the texture with teeth and tongue. As she raised her head, smiling mistily and licking her lips, Jack pulled his head from under her cunt and positioned himself behind her. Brad lay back on the bed, his prick relaxed against his leg. A few last droplets of jism oozed from the head of the penis, and Allie dipped her head and lapped them off, cleaning him carefully.

"Mmmm," she murmured to him. "Tastes good, lover, I love the taste of cum!" She grinned at him loosely, showing her teeth and tongue which had given him such pleasure.

"Yeah. You're one fantastic little cock-sucker, for sure," Brad replied fondly, running his hands over her face and hair, touching her lips, inserting the tip of his finger between them.

She licked his finger, running her tongue over it as if it were a cock.

"Hey, Brad," Jack grunted. "Hold her for me. I'm going in the back door." He was kneeling behind Allie, his prick in his hand, spreading her cheeks with the other. He stuck one finger up her asshole and Allie wiggled against it, looking back over her shoulder and smiling encouragingly.

"Hey, man, she digs cornholing, too? Brad asked, watching. He knew that not many women were really turned on by sodomy, and he was eager to see one who really enjoyed it.

"This chick digs every fucking thing you can do to her, don't ya baby? Jack grinned. He screwed his finger in and out of her anal passage and Allie moaned and ground against him.

"Oh, yes, yes—anything you want. Fuck me anywhere, any way. Just stick your beautiful cock in me," she babbled. She was really turned on. Her pussy was running continuously from the constant stimulation. Her head spun. She had never imagined sex could be like this, one experience after another, one wrenching cum after cum from tortured insides. And she didn't want to stop—ever!

"Just ram it in dry, honey...don't bother to spit on it. Just give it to me!" She shuddered, anticipating the delicious pain. Her eyes were fixed on Brad now, watching his reactions. She wanted to see his face while his friend cornholed her. His watching made it even more exciting.

"Play with my tits, Brad honey," she asked. "Rub'em good while Jack fucks my ass!"

Brad obligingly slid down and grasped her hanging tits in both hands, squeezing the nipples between his fingers, feeling the weight of them in his palms.

"Beautiful tits," he whispered, his breath mingling with hers. "I could really go for you big, honey. You're a far out chick." He bent down and kissed her open lips, lashing his tongue into her mouth, sucking her breath with his.

Allie kissed him back noisily, slurping his saliva greedily. As Jack fitted the head of his cock in the tiny hole of her bowels, she pushed out like she was shitting, opening herself to him. He tensed his muscles and with one mighty shove, ripped into her dry ass, tearing aside the tender membranes. She screamed silently into Brad's mouth, his lips muffling her cry of pain. He pulled at her tits fiercely, mauling the sensitive flesh unmercifully, and pulled his head from hers, looking up to see Jack enter her ass.

"Far fucking out," he breathed, seeing her flesh crumple under Jack's attack. "Get in there, Jack, give the lady a ride!"

"I am, man, I am!" Jack grunted between thrusts. "It's hot as shit in here. My Goddamn cock's burning off! Whooee! Fuck my rod!" He clutched her sweaty ass for support and pounded into her, cleaving her ripe buttocks with powerful strokes.

Allie was moving her ass lustily against him now, her pain forgotten and swept away by an intense flood of lust. She ground her hips in circles, screwing herself up and down the flailing pole that flashed in and out of her chute. "Faster!" she cried. "Harder! Fuck me harder! I wanna feel it in my guts...yes, yes, that's it! I'm full of your cock. It's so fucking big! It's splitting me in two!"

She braced herself on hands and knees, giving herself totally to the feeling of being fucked in the ass by his youthful prick. She was a mass of nerve endings...the air seemed to burn her skin. She could vaguely hear a sloshing sound as Jack pounded into her, and her twat lubricated furiously. She wished something was in there too. She wanted to be fucked everywhere. Allie looked into Brad's face, a few inches from hers. He was intent on the lascivious sight of Jack fucking her rear, and his hands were pressing and massaging her hanging tits. She glanced down at his penis. It was half hard again, but not hard enough to penetrate her. She groaned in frustration.

"Brad," she whispered. "Put something in my cunt. I've gotta have something in there! It's so fucking empty!" Her voice rose to a whine. "Please, fuck my pussy. It's so ready for it."

Brad ran his hand down her stomach, over her sopping bush and whistled between his teeth. "I'll say. You're wet as a river!" He looked at his cock and shook his head slightly. It wasn't quite ready yet, and she needed it now. She squirmed against his hand pleadingly and he glanced around the room. His wandering gaze lit on a long slender-necked wine bottle. "Wait a minute, honey. I've got it," he muttered, grabbing the bottle in one hand. It was a little dusty and he rubbed it off on the pillows, shining it.

"Just the thing! This'll send you off!" he promised.

"Stick your fist in her," Jack wheezed, slowing his strokes as he watched this by-play. "She can take your whole goddamn fist!" As he saw his friend take up the bottle, a slow grin spread over his features. He steadied himself against her ass.

Allie watched in partial fear. She wasn't sure how the inanimate glass bottle would feel inside her. "Be careful. It might break," she warned.

"Don't worry, sugar. Brad'd never hurt that cunt," Brad replied. He was getting excited at the thought of sinking the bottle into her warm flesh now. He slid under her sideways, bottle in hand. "Open up. Here comes!" He located her pussy entrance with his finger and fitted the lip of the bottle into her. The bottle was shaped like a flask. It bellied out from a thin neck into a round bottom. The end slipped in easily, and he teased her clitoris with his fingers to make her relax.

"Oooo! It's cold!" Allie squealed. She had never felt anything like this before. She was slightly ashamed that she was so excited at being fucked with a bottle. Because she was excited, the perversity only added to her lust. Her cunt hungrily sucked at the bottle, drawing it in. It slipped easily for a ways, and then stopped as the bottle grew too thick.