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Chapter 4
While Wendy and Terry were writhing in the throes of their wild orgasms,
Sheila was walking the streets, not knowing what to do with herself. She
had more or less promised the two young lovers that she would leave them
alone for the night. She wondered how long they would take fucking each
other, wondered how untiring their passion was. She couldn't take the
risk of going home early and interrupting them at their lovemaking. That
would be horribly embarrassing for them and horribly tempting for her.
For by now, Sheila's pussy positively blazed for her young son.
Sheila had taken in a late movie, although she hadn't paid a bit of
attention to it. Her mind had been filled with visions of her son and
the wild things he was doing to Wendy while she sat there in the lonely
theater wishing she had his prick between her legs.
She had left the theater before the movie had ended and had set herself
adrift in the city.
Everywhere around her were young lovers, holding hands, kissing in the
shadows. She heard girls giggling occasionally, heard laughter drifting
down from bedroom windows, and the laughter made her feel terribly sad.
If only she could let herself go! If only she were not haunted by images
of Terry and the lust she felt for him!
Sheila walked for what seemed like hours. She might have walked even
longer if the flash of a movie marquee hadn't shocked her into
consciousness. She was grateful for the flashing lights, grateful that
they had shaken her out of her sleepwalking trance.
Sheila had somehow wandered into the red-light section of town, a
section typified by dives, strip shows, dirty movies and the like. She
had never been anywhere near such things before, although it wasn't the
sexual nature of the entertainment that had kept her away.
In the past she had been afraid of venturing into such places by
herself. It was dangerous after all for an unescorted woman to wander
into such places, especially a woman as beautiful as herself. But
tonight she was too upset and confused to worry about such things as her
personal safety, and she was too sexually excited to resist the
temptation that was all about her.
Taking a deep breath and summoning up her courage, Sheila entered a
small theater advertising adult films. She found the place more than a
bit sleazy, although she had to admit that there was something strangely
exciting about the atmosphere of the place. The air was full of cigar
and cigarette smoke.
She soon realized to her embarrassment that she was the only woman in
the audience. Nervously she found the only empty seat in the place and
stumbled to the center of the crowded aisle. She sat down, holding her
breath and trying desperately to forget that she was the object of
everyone's attention.
Sheila stared at the screen and hoped her growing excitement was not too
noticeable. The sucking and fucking on the screen was already fast and
furious. She felt her responsive cunt warming as she watched the
characters indulging in all sorts of wild sexual activities.
After a few minutes of watching the characters fucking and sucking on
the screen, Sheila could feel her cunt getting moist between her tightly
closed legs. She could hardly tear her eyes away from the young stud on
the screen, could hardly tear her eyes away from his huge cock and hairy
nuts, could hardly tear her eyes away from the juncture of his cock and
his young sex-partner's delicious-looking twat.
The stud on the screen reminded her of Terry, reminded her of the young
son she had entered the theater to forget.
The young stud had a boyish grin like Terry's and a huge cock that
swelled with masculine power just as Terry's always did when he fucked
Wendy. He even seemed to move with Terry's carefully controlled athletic
grace. The more she watched the young fucker fucking the beautiful
dark-haired young girl, the more Sheila tingled between her legs, the
more her cunt oozed, the more her clit burned, the more her cunt-muscles
twitched.
Sheila couldn't help herself. She felt her hips gyrating almost
imperceptibly, felt her ass moving against the hard seat. She had been
hot and horny for far too long, had done without a cock for too many
years, had longed for her young son far too long.
She felt as if all her pent-up lusts were about to be unleashed, felt as
if the slightest spark could kindle a fire of passion that could consume
her. If only she hadn't entered the theater! If only she had controlled
herself and had walked back to her car! But it was too late now, and she
knew that she had to suffer the consequences of her lust, no matter how
embarrassing.
Sheila pressed her legs together tightly, as if she could quiet her twat
by clamping her legs over her pussy. But it was impossible to stop her
pussy from having its way now.
She wished she had her plastic dildo now, wished that she were alone in
her silky bed, wished that she were naked and writhing with lust. She
knew that the theater was dark and buried in shadows. But there were men
all about her, men who were watching her out of the corners of their
eyes.
Would they see her if she let her hand fall to her lap? Would they see
her if she slowly gathered her dress between her legs and began moving
her long practiced fingers against her wet seething cunt? Did she dare
finger-fuck her cunt in the presence of all those horny men? It was
dangerous and depraved. She had to try it!
Her fingers seemed to descend between her trembling legs on their own
volition, as if drawn to the warmth of her twat. She felt her dress
moving up slowly as it was gathered between her legs, exposing her knees
then her thighs.
Her eyes flashed with lust, darting here and there, trying to see if she
was being noticed. The more she played with her cunt the more she became
aware of the men around her. In the darkness of the theater she thought
she saw the man next to her moving his hand over his lap. The more she
concentrated on the man the more excited she became. The man next to her
wasn't a man at all! It was a boy who sat on her right!
Her mind flashed with excitement when she realized that the boy next to
her was probably no older than fifteen or sixteen.
He was jacking off!
Surely the boy knew that she was sitting next to him! Surely he knew
that she could see him clearly enough out of the corner of her eye. The
boy seemed to be concentrating on the action on the screen while beating
himself off.
Sheila wished she could take his big young prick in her hand and finish
the job for him. She wished she could rub his cock up and down until his
hot young sperm spurted all over the seat in front of him. The more she
thought about it the more the idea seemed within possibility.
If the boy was willing to haul out his big thick prick and masturbate so
near her, perhaps he wouldn't mind her fingers on his cock. Did she have
the nerve to drop her hand on the boy's lap? Did she have the nerve to
approach this boy who seemed to be tempting her with his nasty act?
Sheila felt her hand rising from her own lap where her fingers had been
moving against her sensitive cunt, felt her hand moving slowly toward
the young boy's lap. She took a deep breath and shifted her position on
the seat, half facing the boy. She heard the boy's hand making slurping
sounds as it ran up and down the slickened shaft of his cock. Her hand
was incredibly close to the boy's erection, felt the heat of it.
Sheila gasped suddenly as her fingers wrapped around his erect shaft,
gasped as if she hadn't really expected her hand to wrap around his
dick.
Sheila grasped the k**'s cock hard. She heard the boy moan softly when
he felt her warm hand replacing his own on his slippery prick. He didn't
seem too surprised by her sudden participation in his masturbatory
activities, a fact that assured her that he had been tempting her all
the time.
She felt as if she were being watched, as if every eye in the house were
on her, but she didn't care. She wanted the boy desperately and she was
going to have him, no matter how public her nasty act was, no matter how
depraved. If the boy wanted it, so did she.
The boy didn't say a word as she began slowly stroking his jutting cock
up and down. He dropped his hands to his knees and let her jack him off
to her heart's content, breathing heavily as the hot-assed older woman
made his balls feel like hot coals.
Sheila rubbed her thumb over the underside of the boy's aching cock,
making him jump each time her thumb ran over his ultra-sensitive flesh.
The hot cock seemed to get harder and harder by the second, seemed to
grow and grow as if it would never reach its full length and thickness.
It arched up and out, reaching for the ceiling it seemed.
Sheila's hand was sopping wet with the boy's slippery pre-seminal
oozings. Her cunt was wet too, wet with the oozings of her own pussy
fluids.
Sheila's mouth was wet and longing to suck the boy's cock deep into her
throat. Staring into the boy's lap, she could almost taste his big dick
in her mouth. It had been so long since she had had a strong cock in her
mouth, so long since she had tasted saltiness of pre-cum, so long since
she had felt the hot blood pounding in a man's cock. Not since she had
divorced her husband had she really abandoned herself to the urgings of
her lusts, and now she was doing the most depraved things imaginable in
full view of dozens of dirty-minded men.
Sheila was still jerking the boy off eagerly when he shifted in his seat
until he faced her more directly. Sheila took his movement as an
invitation to go even farther with her sexual activities.
Her mouth watering for hot cock, she bent over the boy's lap, moving her
lovely face closer and closer to the dripping shaft of his prick. She
dared to look up at the face of the boy whose cock she was about to suck
and saw a nasty boyish grin that made her cunt twitch.
Without saying a word, she moved her face into his lap, grazing the lips
of his cockhead with her tongue, tasting the droplet of pre-cum that she
had caused to ooze from his cockhole by running her thumb up the
underside of his rod.
The young boy sat bolt upright when he felt Sheila's warm mouth closing
around the shaft of his dripping dick. He reached out and grabbed the
back of the lovely older woman's head, forcing her down into his lap,
forcing her to take even more of his throbbing cock into her mouth.
Sheila knew from his total lack of self-consciousness that the young boy
had had a great deal of sexual experience. She felt the force of his
strong and self-assured hands against the back of her head, felt his
wild urgency as he pressed her head into his lap.
The boy's open zipper scratched against her silken cheeks as he forced
her face into his lap. His wiry black pubic hair rubbed against her
forehead. She felt the a****l heat of his straining lower body, felt it
rising from his hot balls. She inhaled the masculine scent of his balls,
was almost overcome by it. It was all too much for her.
At first the horny Sheila had participated willingly, almost
desperately, in the nasty activities with the young stranger. When she
began to feel the real strength of the young stud, however, she began to
have second thoughts about the depraved act she was committing so openly
in the crowded theater.
When she felt the boy's urgency, she began to lose the feeling of
self-assuredness that had made her plunge headlong into the dizzying
whirlpool of her lusts. The boy was suddenly too strong, too manly, too
forceful, too much like her former husband, the man she had learned to
loathe.
Sheila suddenly regretted having allowed her eyes to fall to the boy's
lap in the first place, regretted having entered the shadowy theater.
She was finding it difficult to breathe as the boy began bucking his
lean young ass, forcing more and more of his thick cock down her
grasping throat.
Every time his prick-head banged against the back of her throat she
nearly choked on the huge cock. Desperately, she tried to raise her head
off the boy's jutting cock, but to no avail.
The harder she tried to pull off his prick the harder he held her fast
on it. She tried to sit up, but even that effort failed her. The boy was
bent on face-fucking her until she strangled on his sperm.
She was terrified. She tried to scream out her fear, but even that was
impossible, the k**'s big cock was so tightly crammed into her mouth.
As if her impaling were not enough, Sheila suddenly became aware of
something warm on her leg. A hand! She felt her stomach knot suddenly.
Still trying desperately to raise herself up off the boy's lap, she
tried to see out of the corner of her eye whose hand had fallen on her
naked leg. The more she struggled, the farther her dress rucked up,
baring more and more of her dark satiny legs. The hand on her bare flesh
gripped her more and more tightly, squeezing her shaking leg and moving
farther and farther up along her thigh. It wasn't long before the rough
hand had found its way all the way to the damp crotch of her panties.
Sheila felt the man's big rough hand kneading the soft jiggling flesh of
her upper legs near the crotch of her flimsy garment. Fingers began
scratching at the wet gauzy covering. It was a strange feeling, this
mixture of intense fear and burning sexual excitement. For, as terrified
as Sheila was, she could still not control the tingling, itching
sensations in her eager twat.
She tried to look up at the boy, tried to see what expression was on his
face now that he had her where he wanted her. He let her raise herself
up off his cock just far enough to look down at her lovely face.
A broad wicked grin spread over the k**'s face as he stared into her
eyes-brimming with tears. She knew that she would be shown no mercy by
the lecherous young punk.
"I gotta get me some of that stuff too, k**!" Sheila heard a deep voice
growl behind her.
"Help yourself, man! She's a horny bitch! There's plenty of her to go
around!" The boy laughed, looking behind him at a rough-looking man of
forty or so.
Sheila gasped when she realized what was about to happen to her. It
couldn't be true! She had to be dreaming a horrible nightmare! Was she
really about to be cruelly ****d by the shadowy figures whose eyes had
been eating her up while she masturbated and sucked the boy? The
revulsion she felt when two powerful men grabbed her and held her fast
was horrible beyond description.
Sheila felt herself being lifted and laid over the arm of the seat next
to her, felt her legs d****d over the arm and spread open roughly by one
of the many heavily breathing men who had suddenly gathered around her.
The boy whose cock she had been sucking so eagerly only moments before
stood up and watched while the crowd of horny men surrounded her.
Sheila struggled desperately, but to no avail. Any one of the men would
have been too powerful to resist. Now she was about to be ****d by
several men at once. Her mind reeled with terror.
She screamed when she felt her dress being torn away, exposing her naked
tits. She shivered with fear when she felt what was left of her dress
being rucked up violently, exposing her naked legs and the crotch of her
panties.
Strong hands grabbed her tits, squeezing big handfuls of yielding
tit-flesh. Eager fingers held her legs, held her hard while other hands
roved up and down her inner thighs.
She tried to scream out her terror again and again, but each time she
tried, a hard hand clamped over her face and held her down. She could
see the boy, whose cock had tempted her, standing in the shadows and
beating himself off leisurely while the other men had their fun with
her. She tried to scream again when she felt a hot hand clamp over her
crotch.
Shivers ran up and down her spine when she felt fingers scratching
against the damp crotch of her gauzy panties. Her cunt twitched and
tingled inside in spite of her efforts to control herself. Even as she
writhed in fear and loathing, her responsive cunt began to regain
control of her emotions. In spite of her attempts to resist the warming
sensations between her legs, she was slowly but undeniably melting,
slowly giving in to the wildness between her legs.
"Hey, buddy, I think this little bitch likes it! How 'bout that! She
likes havin' her goddamn clothes torn off her! Her fuckin' cunt's
gettin' wet!" one of the men said with a dirty sneer.
"I gotta get a closer look at that cunt!" another of the r****ts
growled, tugging her panties down and staring at the furry nest of her
dark delicious twat.
Sheila tensed. She felt her pouting cuntlips being spread open, felt the
raggedy flesh of her pussy-lips being pulled apart by hard fingers bent
on violating her in the most depraved way possible. She felt incredibly
helpless as the men explored her naked pussy so lecherously.
"Jesus Christ! What a fuckin' pussy! Nice and juicy! She's gonna love
it, men! Goddamn!" a tall man laughed as he played with Sheila's wet
cunt.
Sheila felt a long eager finger pushing between her twat-lips and
entering the hot-pink gash of her pussy. The finger pushed all the way
inside her, crooking and scr****g against the wet flesh of her inner
cunt. She tried to control herself, but the sensations the man's finger
inspired ,in her pussy were just too much for her. Her twat was growing
hotter and hotter by the second, and the heartless r****ts seemed to be
well aware of her condition.
"Shit, she's got a tight cunt! I can feel that fucker workin' on my
goddamn fuck-finger, you guys! Damn she's tight!"
"Tight and tasty?" another voice chimed in.
"Don't know 'bout tasty, man! Why don't you taste while I finger-fuck
the bitch?" the tall man suggested, beginning to stroke his finger in
and out of her grasping twat.
"Good fuckin' idea! Gimme room, men! I'm gonna take a little taste!" a
short burly man in a T-shirt said.
"No, no, please!" Sheila cried, her voice muffled by a heavy hand over
her mouth. "Don't do that to me! Please!"
"Shut up, bitch! You asked for this, baby, and you're gonna get it!" the
barrel-chested man roared. "You sure liked suckin' that k**'s dick,
lady! Well, cunt, now you're gonna get some from a real man!"
"Yeah, bitch, that was real cute! Suckin' a k**'s dick! Beatin' him off
like that! Goddamn, woman, he's only a boy! Shit, baby, he's young
enough to be your fuckin' son! Don't tell us a hot cunt like you is
scared of real men! That it? Get your kicks by fuckin' boys?"
A rough hand squeezed Sheila's tits, making her nipples stiff and
excited.
"No! I ... I didn't ... I mean ... I ... I'm afraid ..." Sheila cried.
"You like this, baby?" the burly man asked with a sneer on his face,
burying his face between her writhing legs and pressing his lips against
her wet pussy.
"No! No! I ... no ... oh God ... oh ... ohhhhhhhhhhh!" Sheila sobbed,
feeling herself giving in to her blazing sexual excitement.
"Yeah! Sure! She loves it all right! Look at them eyes, you guys! Look
at them fuckin' eyes! Them's whore's eyes!" another onlooker said,
standing on one of the seats behind her, looking down on her from his
vantage point.
"Damn right! Cheap little slut! Let's show her a good time!" another
tall man said.
Sheila's cunt sucked at the short burly man's impaled tongue; sucked at
it in spite of herself. The tall man's finger was still buried between
her legs. He rubbed her tits with one hand while he finger-fucked her
cunt with the other. She was held down by at least three other men, held
down hard and fast while they used her at will.
"Like big dicks, baby? Like 'em? Like 'em? Answer me, little bitch!"
"No! No! Don't! Please!" Sheila screamed.
"You're lyin', bitch! You like big dicks don't you? Come on, slut, admit
it! You like big hard cocks! You like to suck on 'em and take 'em up
your goddamn twat! Right? Right?" the man rasped, moving up against her
face, pressing his swelling crotch against her cheek.
"No! No! Oh God! Don't! Please! Please! Leave me alone! You a****ls! You
filthy a****ls!" Sheila cried bitterly.
"Sure, bitch, we're all a****ls! We're gonna fuck you like an a****l
too! Scared of men huh? That's wild! How 'bout a lesson or two, baby?
How 'bout suckin' a big man's cock?"
"Sure, man, give the bitch a taste! God she's got a tasty pussy! You
give her your cock and I'll suck her twat!" the burly man between her
legs said, his lips grazing the lips of her musky cunt.
"Sure, man, get it out! Get that fucker out and let the bitch eat it!
She sucks damn good!" the heartless young boy snickered, still beating
himself off slowly, working his tight balls into a frenzy while he
watched the older woman being cruelly violated.
While Wendy and Terry were writhing in the throes of their wild orgasms,
Sheila was walking the streets, not knowing what to do with herself. She
had more or less promised the two young lovers that she would leave them
alone for the night. She wondered how long they would take fucking each
other, wondered how untiring their passion was. She couldn't take the
risk of going home early and interrupting them at their lovemaking. That
would be horribly embarrassing for them and horribly tempting for her.
For by now, Sheila's pussy positively blazed for her young son.
Sheila had taken in a late movie, although she hadn't paid a bit of
attention to it. Her mind had been filled with visions of her son and
the wild things he was doing to Wendy while she sat there in the lonely
theater wishing she had his prick between her legs.
She had left the theater before the movie had ended and had set herself
adrift in the city.
Everywhere around her were young lovers, holding hands, kissing in the
shadows. She heard girls giggling occasionally, heard laughter drifting
down from bedroom windows, and the laughter made her feel terribly sad.
If only she could let herself go! If only she were not haunted by images
of Terry and the lust she felt for him!
Sheila walked for what seemed like hours. She might have walked even
longer if the flash of a movie marquee hadn't shocked her into
consciousness. She was grateful for the flashing lights, grateful that
they had shaken her out of her sleepwalking trance.
Sheila had somehow wandered into the red-light section of town, a
section typified by dives, strip shows, dirty movies and the like. She
had never been anywhere near such things before, although it wasn't the
sexual nature of the entertainment that had kept her away.
In the past she had been afraid of venturing into such places by
herself. It was dangerous after all for an unescorted woman to wander
into such places, especially a woman as beautiful as herself. But
tonight she was too upset and confused to worry about such things as her
personal safety, and she was too sexually excited to resist the
temptation that was all about her.
Taking a deep breath and summoning up her courage, Sheila entered a
small theater advertising adult films. She found the place more than a
bit sleazy, although she had to admit that there was something strangely
exciting about the atmosphere of the place. The air was full of cigar
and cigarette smoke.
She soon realized to her embarrassment that she was the only woman in
the audience. Nervously she found the only empty seat in the place and
stumbled to the center of the crowded aisle. She sat down, holding her
breath and trying desperately to forget that she was the object of
everyone's attention.
Sheila stared at the screen and hoped her growing excitement was not too
noticeable. The sucking and fucking on the screen was already fast and
furious. She felt her responsive cunt warming as she watched the
characters indulging in all sorts of wild sexual activities.
After a few minutes of watching the characters fucking and sucking on
the screen, Sheila could feel her cunt getting moist between her tightly
closed legs. She could hardly tear her eyes away from the young stud on
the screen, could hardly tear her eyes away from his huge cock and hairy
nuts, could hardly tear her eyes away from the juncture of his cock and
his young sex-partner's delicious-looking twat.
The stud on the screen reminded her of Terry, reminded her of the young
son she had entered the theater to forget.
The young stud had a boyish grin like Terry's and a huge cock that
swelled with masculine power just as Terry's always did when he fucked
Wendy. He even seemed to move with Terry's carefully controlled athletic
grace. The more she watched the young fucker fucking the beautiful
dark-haired young girl, the more Sheila tingled between her legs, the
more her cunt oozed, the more her clit burned, the more her cunt-muscles
twitched.
Sheila couldn't help herself. She felt her hips gyrating almost
imperceptibly, felt her ass moving against the hard seat. She had been
hot and horny for far too long, had done without a cock for too many
years, had longed for her young son far too long.
She felt as if all her pent-up lusts were about to be unleashed, felt as
if the slightest spark could kindle a fire of passion that could consume
her. If only she hadn't entered the theater! If only she had controlled
herself and had walked back to her car! But it was too late now, and she
knew that she had to suffer the consequences of her lust, no matter how
embarrassing.
Sheila pressed her legs together tightly, as if she could quiet her twat
by clamping her legs over her pussy. But it was impossible to stop her
pussy from having its way now.
She wished she had her plastic dildo now, wished that she were alone in
her silky bed, wished that she were naked and writhing with lust. She
knew that the theater was dark and buried in shadows. But there were men
all about her, men who were watching her out of the corners of their
eyes.
Would they see her if she let her hand fall to her lap? Would they see
her if she slowly gathered her dress between her legs and began moving
her long practiced fingers against her wet seething cunt? Did she dare
finger-fuck her cunt in the presence of all those horny men? It was
dangerous and depraved. She had to try it!
Her fingers seemed to descend between her trembling legs on their own
volition, as if drawn to the warmth of her twat. She felt her dress
moving up slowly as it was gathered between her legs, exposing her knees
then her thighs.
Her eyes flashed with lust, darting here and there, trying to see if she
was being noticed. The more she played with her cunt the more she became
aware of the men around her. In the darkness of the theater she thought
she saw the man next to her moving his hand over his lap. The more she
concentrated on the man the more excited she became. The man next to her
wasn't a man at all! It was a boy who sat on her right!
Her mind flashed with excitement when she realized that the boy next to
her was probably no older than fifteen or sixteen.
He was jacking off!
Surely the boy knew that she was sitting next to him! Surely he knew
that she could see him clearly enough out of the corner of her eye. The
boy seemed to be concentrating on the action on the screen while beating
himself off.
Sheila wished she could take his big young prick in her hand and finish
the job for him. She wished she could rub his cock up and down until his
hot young sperm spurted all over the seat in front of him. The more she
thought about it the more the idea seemed within possibility.
If the boy was willing to haul out his big thick prick and masturbate so
near her, perhaps he wouldn't mind her fingers on his cock. Did she have
the nerve to drop her hand on the boy's lap? Did she have the nerve to
approach this boy who seemed to be tempting her with his nasty act?
Sheila felt her hand rising from her own lap where her fingers had been
moving against her sensitive cunt, felt her hand moving slowly toward
the young boy's lap. She took a deep breath and shifted her position on
the seat, half facing the boy. She heard the boy's hand making slurping
sounds as it ran up and down the slickened shaft of his cock. Her hand
was incredibly close to the boy's erection, felt the heat of it.
Sheila gasped suddenly as her fingers wrapped around his erect shaft,
gasped as if she hadn't really expected her hand to wrap around his
dick.
Sheila grasped the k**'s cock hard. She heard the boy moan softly when
he felt her warm hand replacing his own on his slippery prick. He didn't
seem too surprised by her sudden participation in his masturbatory
activities, a fact that assured her that he had been tempting her all
the time.
She felt as if she were being watched, as if every eye in the house were
on her, but she didn't care. She wanted the boy desperately and she was
going to have him, no matter how public her nasty act was, no matter how
depraved. If the boy wanted it, so did she.
The boy didn't say a word as she began slowly stroking his jutting cock
up and down. He dropped his hands to his knees and let her jack him off
to her heart's content, breathing heavily as the hot-assed older woman
made his balls feel like hot coals.
Sheila rubbed her thumb over the underside of the boy's aching cock,
making him jump each time her thumb ran over his ultra-sensitive flesh.
The hot cock seemed to get harder and harder by the second, seemed to
grow and grow as if it would never reach its full length and thickness.
It arched up and out, reaching for the ceiling it seemed.
Sheila's hand was sopping wet with the boy's slippery pre-seminal
oozings. Her cunt was wet too, wet with the oozings of her own pussy
fluids.
Sheila's mouth was wet and longing to suck the boy's cock deep into her
throat. Staring into the boy's lap, she could almost taste his big dick
in her mouth. It had been so long since she had had a strong cock in her
mouth, so long since she had tasted saltiness of pre-cum, so long since
she had felt the hot blood pounding in a man's cock. Not since she had
divorced her husband had she really abandoned herself to the urgings of
her lusts, and now she was doing the most depraved things imaginable in
full view of dozens of dirty-minded men.
Sheila was still jerking the boy off eagerly when he shifted in his seat
until he faced her more directly. Sheila took his movement as an
invitation to go even farther with her sexual activities.
Her mouth watering for hot cock, she bent over the boy's lap, moving her
lovely face closer and closer to the dripping shaft of his prick. She
dared to look up at the face of the boy whose cock she was about to suck
and saw a nasty boyish grin that made her cunt twitch.
Without saying a word, she moved her face into his lap, grazing the lips
of his cockhead with her tongue, tasting the droplet of pre-cum that she
had caused to ooze from his cockhole by running her thumb up the
underside of his rod.
The young boy sat bolt upright when he felt Sheila's warm mouth closing
around the shaft of his dripping dick. He reached out and grabbed the
back of the lovely older woman's head, forcing her down into his lap,
forcing her to take even more of his throbbing cock into her mouth.
Sheila knew from his total lack of self-consciousness that the young boy
had had a great deal of sexual experience. She felt the force of his
strong and self-assured hands against the back of her head, felt his
wild urgency as he pressed her head into his lap.
The boy's open zipper scratched against her silken cheeks as he forced
her face into his lap. His wiry black pubic hair rubbed against her
forehead. She felt the a****l heat of his straining lower body, felt it
rising from his hot balls. She inhaled the masculine scent of his balls,
was almost overcome by it. It was all too much for her.
At first the horny Sheila had participated willingly, almost
desperately, in the nasty activities with the young stranger. When she
began to feel the real strength of the young stud, however, she began to
have second thoughts about the depraved act she was committing so openly
in the crowded theater.
When she felt the boy's urgency, she began to lose the feeling of
self-assuredness that had made her plunge headlong into the dizzying
whirlpool of her lusts. The boy was suddenly too strong, too manly, too
forceful, too much like her former husband, the man she had learned to
loathe.
Sheila suddenly regretted having allowed her eyes to fall to the boy's
lap in the first place, regretted having entered the shadowy theater.
She was finding it difficult to breathe as the boy began bucking his
lean young ass, forcing more and more of his thick cock down her
grasping throat.
Every time his prick-head banged against the back of her throat she
nearly choked on the huge cock. Desperately, she tried to raise her head
off the boy's jutting cock, but to no avail.
The harder she tried to pull off his prick the harder he held her fast
on it. She tried to sit up, but even that effort failed her. The boy was
bent on face-fucking her until she strangled on his sperm.
She was terrified. She tried to scream out her fear, but even that was
impossible, the k**'s big cock was so tightly crammed into her mouth.
As if her impaling were not enough, Sheila suddenly became aware of
something warm on her leg. A hand! She felt her stomach knot suddenly.
Still trying desperately to raise herself up off the boy's lap, she
tried to see out of the corner of her eye whose hand had fallen on her
naked leg. The more she struggled, the farther her dress rucked up,
baring more and more of her dark satiny legs. The hand on her bare flesh
gripped her more and more tightly, squeezing her shaking leg and moving
farther and farther up along her thigh. It wasn't long before the rough
hand had found its way all the way to the damp crotch of her panties.
Sheila felt the man's big rough hand kneading the soft jiggling flesh of
her upper legs near the crotch of her flimsy garment. Fingers began
scratching at the wet gauzy covering. It was a strange feeling, this
mixture of intense fear and burning sexual excitement. For, as terrified
as Sheila was, she could still not control the tingling, itching
sensations in her eager twat.
She tried to look up at the boy, tried to see what expression was on his
face now that he had her where he wanted her. He let her raise herself
up off his cock just far enough to look down at her lovely face.
A broad wicked grin spread over the k**'s face as he stared into her
eyes-brimming with tears. She knew that she would be shown no mercy by
the lecherous young punk.
"I gotta get me some of that stuff too, k**!" Sheila heard a deep voice
growl behind her.
"Help yourself, man! She's a horny bitch! There's plenty of her to go
around!" The boy laughed, looking behind him at a rough-looking man of
forty or so.
Sheila gasped when she realized what was about to happen to her. It
couldn't be true! She had to be dreaming a horrible nightmare! Was she
really about to be cruelly ****d by the shadowy figures whose eyes had
been eating her up while she masturbated and sucked the boy? The
revulsion she felt when two powerful men grabbed her and held her fast
was horrible beyond description.
Sheila felt herself being lifted and laid over the arm of the seat next
to her, felt her legs d****d over the arm and spread open roughly by one
of the many heavily breathing men who had suddenly gathered around her.
The boy whose cock she had been sucking so eagerly only moments before
stood up and watched while the crowd of horny men surrounded her.
Sheila struggled desperately, but to no avail. Any one of the men would
have been too powerful to resist. Now she was about to be ****d by
several men at once. Her mind reeled with terror.
She screamed when she felt her dress being torn away, exposing her naked
tits. She shivered with fear when she felt what was left of her dress
being rucked up violently, exposing her naked legs and the crotch of her
panties.
Strong hands grabbed her tits, squeezing big handfuls of yielding
tit-flesh. Eager fingers held her legs, held her hard while other hands
roved up and down her inner thighs.
She tried to scream out her terror again and again, but each time she
tried, a hard hand clamped over her face and held her down. She could
see the boy, whose cock had tempted her, standing in the shadows and
beating himself off leisurely while the other men had their fun with
her. She tried to scream again when she felt a hot hand clamp over her
crotch.
Shivers ran up and down her spine when she felt fingers scratching
against the damp crotch of her gauzy panties. Her cunt twitched and
tingled inside in spite of her efforts to control herself. Even as she
writhed in fear and loathing, her responsive cunt began to regain
control of her emotions. In spite of her attempts to resist the warming
sensations between her legs, she was slowly but undeniably melting,
slowly giving in to the wildness between her legs.
"Hey, buddy, I think this little bitch likes it! How 'bout that! She
likes havin' her goddamn clothes torn off her! Her fuckin' cunt's
gettin' wet!" one of the men said with a dirty sneer.
"I gotta get a closer look at that cunt!" another of the r****ts
growled, tugging her panties down and staring at the furry nest of her
dark delicious twat.
Sheila tensed. She felt her pouting cuntlips being spread open, felt the
raggedy flesh of her pussy-lips being pulled apart by hard fingers bent
on violating her in the most depraved way possible. She felt incredibly
helpless as the men explored her naked pussy so lecherously.
"Jesus Christ! What a fuckin' pussy! Nice and juicy! She's gonna love
it, men! Goddamn!" a tall man laughed as he played with Sheila's wet
cunt.
Sheila felt a long eager finger pushing between her twat-lips and
entering the hot-pink gash of her pussy. The finger pushed all the way
inside her, crooking and scr****g against the wet flesh of her inner
cunt. She tried to control herself, but the sensations the man's finger
inspired ,in her pussy were just too much for her. Her twat was growing
hotter and hotter by the second, and the heartless r****ts seemed to be
well aware of her condition.
"Shit, she's got a tight cunt! I can feel that fucker workin' on my
goddamn fuck-finger, you guys! Damn she's tight!"
"Tight and tasty?" another voice chimed in.
"Don't know 'bout tasty, man! Why don't you taste while I finger-fuck
the bitch?" the tall man suggested, beginning to stroke his finger in
and out of her grasping twat.
"Good fuckin' idea! Gimme room, men! I'm gonna take a little taste!" a
short burly man in a T-shirt said.
"No, no, please!" Sheila cried, her voice muffled by a heavy hand over
her mouth. "Don't do that to me! Please!"
"Shut up, bitch! You asked for this, baby, and you're gonna get it!" the
barrel-chested man roared. "You sure liked suckin' that k**'s dick,
lady! Well, cunt, now you're gonna get some from a real man!"
"Yeah, bitch, that was real cute! Suckin' a k**'s dick! Beatin' him off
like that! Goddamn, woman, he's only a boy! Shit, baby, he's young
enough to be your fuckin' son! Don't tell us a hot cunt like you is
scared of real men! That it? Get your kicks by fuckin' boys?"
A rough hand squeezed Sheila's tits, making her nipples stiff and
excited.
"No! I ... I didn't ... I mean ... I ... I'm afraid ..." Sheila cried.
"You like this, baby?" the burly man asked with a sneer on his face,
burying his face between her writhing legs and pressing his lips against
her wet pussy.
"No! No! I ... no ... oh God ... oh ... ohhhhhhhhhhh!" Sheila sobbed,
feeling herself giving in to her blazing sexual excitement.
"Yeah! Sure! She loves it all right! Look at them eyes, you guys! Look
at them fuckin' eyes! Them's whore's eyes!" another onlooker said,
standing on one of the seats behind her, looking down on her from his
vantage point.
"Damn right! Cheap little slut! Let's show her a good time!" another
tall man said.
Sheila's cunt sucked at the short burly man's impaled tongue; sucked at
it in spite of herself. The tall man's finger was still buried between
her legs. He rubbed her tits with one hand while he finger-fucked her
cunt with the other. She was held down by at least three other men, held
down hard and fast while they used her at will.
"Like big dicks, baby? Like 'em? Like 'em? Answer me, little bitch!"
"No! No! Don't! Please!" Sheila screamed.
"You're lyin', bitch! You like big dicks don't you? Come on, slut, admit
it! You like big hard cocks! You like to suck on 'em and take 'em up
your goddamn twat! Right? Right?" the man rasped, moving up against her
face, pressing his swelling crotch against her cheek.
"No! No! Oh God! Don't! Please! Please! Leave me alone! You a****ls! You
filthy a****ls!" Sheila cried bitterly.
"Sure, bitch, we're all a****ls! We're gonna fuck you like an a****l
too! Scared of men huh? That's wild! How 'bout a lesson or two, baby?
How 'bout suckin' a big man's cock?"
"Sure, man, give the bitch a taste! God she's got a tasty pussy! You
give her your cock and I'll suck her twat!" the burly man between her
legs said, his lips grazing the lips of her musky cunt.
"Sure, man, get it out! Get that fucker out and let the bitch eat it!
She sucks damn good!" the heartless young boy snickered, still beating
himself off slowly, working his tight balls into a frenzy while he
watched the older woman being cruelly violated.
Becky
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