XXX-Fiction

Chapter 4

The Present

The big German Shepherd, my lover, was stabbing away and his weight made me involuntarily shift down a wee bit and boom. His cock entered me. In the wrong hole.

“Oh, God!” I yelled. “You’re in my ass! No!!”

I then realized my sons were probably listening at the door. If they were they’re having a field day. Probably laughing their heads off. Or disgusted with their mother. It didn’t matter I would have to go along with the ride. And what a ride.

I had found out a dog is far more aggressive in his love making than a man is. Faster and more powerful. In my cunt I found it very arousing but in my ass it was a different story. It hurt. And it wasn’t a good hurt.

Not at first.

I would have liked it to have stopped. I was dry there and it felt as if my insides were being torn apart. Quickly and thankfully the dog’s precum was oiling my narrowest opening and it was easing the pain.

Amazingly I now started to enjoy it. And I even had a small climax when a thought entered my head.

I was being buggered by a dog!

The Lead Up

My thoughts were interrupted when I was asked by one of the helpers if they could start taking down the exhibits. I nodded and asked her where my sons were? She told me they were speaking to three elderly ladies. I jumped up from the chair and shot out of the room.

I was just in time to see the “ladies” disappearing from the exhibition hall. I walked smartly over to my sons.

“What did they want?” I demanded.

“Mum,” said Peter, excitedly. “They want us to make a movie with computer animation. They will pay us by the hour. $150!”

“Isn’t it great?” John said.

“No its not,” I said, immediately dampening their spirits. “They are bad people. Have nothing to do with them. Even if they offer you $200 or $300 turn them down!”

All three looked at me as if I had gone mad.

“Now make sure the paintings that have to go back to their owners are properly crated with the right addresses. Except, Paul. You, come with me and help sort out the paintings that have been purchased.” I walked away but not one of my sons moved.

“What about our own stuff?” Paul asked.

“Deal with that when mine has been done,” I snarled. All three stood like statues. “Move!” I yelled at them.

I strode away ignoring the looks from all the helpers. They had never ever seen me like this.

“Mrs. Williams.” A quiet voice was just behind me. I turned. It was Alice, the girl who was receptionist, telephonies and everything else at my sons’ business. She was slim, 5ft 8in, brunette, wore studious glasses, pleasantly spoken, smartly dressed, and breathed ‘efficient’. She turned up out of the blue when we were moving some furniture and boxes into the premises. She asked if their was a job going for a few weeks to tide her over as she was waiting for her work permit to come through for an advertising executive position she had obtained on an island in the Caribbean. She didn’t ask for a great wage, in fact it was lower than we would have paid for someone. She proved to be exactly as the word she breathed. We all dreaded the day she would announce her work permit had come through.

“Please go home,” Alice said to me calmly but with firmness. “We can manage. You are over tired and need rest. You will be doing more harm than good. Let me have the keys.”

I took a deep breath and then handed her the keys. Without even saying a thank you or a goodbye I left and drove home.

I went straight to my bedroom, locked the door and took my clothes off. I didn’t bother to shower or take my makeup off, let my hair down, or clean my teeth.

I took two sleeping pills, something I rarely do, and laid down on the bed. Soon I fell thankfully asleep.

I was awaken by the telephone ringing loudly in my ear. I opened my eyes and everything was bright. I had a horrible headache. I looked at the bedside clock. 10:30am. Over half the morning had gone. I picked up the phone.

“Yes,”

“Mum. It’s Paul. Are you all right?”

He sounded very worried.

“Yes. I’m fine,” I assured him. “I’m just getting up. Sorry about last night. Don’t know what got into me.”

There was instant relief from Paul’s voice.

“Mum?”

“Yes.”

“We need to talk.”

“OK. What about?”

“Those three ladies. They’ve been back to us. First thing. They came in person.”

“I told you-“

Paul cut me off.

“No Mum,” he said. “You told us you would not interfere unless it was a financial nightmare. It’s not and working with these ladies will make us even more secure. They gave us a banker’s draft for $10,000 as a deposit. We signed a contract. It’s official. Let’s talk about it this evening.”

“All right,” I agreed and then with my heart beating fast as I remembered the Wives Club Meeting. “I can’t. Not tonight. I have to go out. I won’t be back ‘til late. (Pause) Do what you have to do. I won’t interfere.”

There was an audible sigh of relief from the other end of the line.

“Thank you, Mum. We love you.”

“I love all of you. I’m sorry. Say thank you to Alice. Bye.”

I thought hard about everything the ladies had said. I thought of all the positives. I enjoyed sex and hadn’t had any for a long time. If the ladies wanted to make love with me why not? It would be a new experience.

I showered and looked down at my pussy. I did shave it but it was due for another.

After I had taken a few pain killers for my head I felt a different person.

By the time I had eaten some bacon and eggs I cooked I felt even better.

It was now midday. What to do next? I checked all the paintings that needed to come back to the house were here. They were. I thought about the ladies and the club again. I decided I needed to get into the mood for what was going to happen.

Paul’s closet. I went in and retrieved the bag. I took out the European magazines and the three books. I looked at the toys. I took one of the vibrators, put the bag back in the closet and walked to my bedroom. I locked the door.

I had taken the black vib and I had to carefully take it out of the plastic box without damaging it. What a struggle. I had to get my nail file and scissors to pry and carefully cut to get the toy out. It was big. “The Big Black Kong Dong” it was called and it matched its name. That would be a struggle to get that into my pussy and it is fairly big. My late hubby was able to get almost his whole hand inside me. I needed some oil. Into the bathroom and a search found a tube of KY. I was starting to feel excited.

I needed three AA batteries to make the vib vibrate and I knew I didn’t have any so it was going to have to be used as a dildo. No problem.

I opened up one of the magazines and found a page showing a lesbian gangbang, settled myself down on the bed, opened up my legs wide and squeezed out a nice amount of the jelly. Coating my fingers with it I started to coat the inside of my pussy. I was already wet but I pushed my finger right inside and added the slippery jelly to my natural juices. I then did the same to the vib giving that too a generous coating until it shone. Then placing it at the entrance to my vagina I slowly pushed the black monster into my body.

Oh, it felt so good. I actually had got almost 6 inches of it inside me – it was 14inches long before I felt some resistance, I few slides up and down and another inch was in. I was feeling more excited as I progressed. I managed 10 inches when I decided not to continue any more. It felt so good to be packed so full and I was almost climaxing. I closed my eyes imagining it really was a black handsome giant who was invading my inner sanctuary.

I allowed my trembling body to settle down before reaching for the magazine and looking at the pictures. I wondered what it would be like to be kissing another woman, feeling her breasts and sucking on her nipples before going down beneath her legs and actually licking and tasting her love nest.

I started to climax then. I shut my eyes, clasped the end of the vib and as I reached the point of no return I pushed on the end of it with all my might. I felt the glorious pain and I heard myself screaming as I came and came.

It took me at least three to four minutes to recover and I was amazed to find I had managed to get the whole vib inside me. Packed to capacity. I felt proud of myself but it now felt very uncomfortable and was hurting so I very slowly pulled the monster out of my pussy and held it up in front of my eyes. I marveled that I had got all of that up my vagina.

I took the vib into the bathroom and washed and cleaned it. After drying it with the help of my hair dryer I placed it carefully back into its box and placed the cover back. Although it was much more slack now than before at a cursory glance no one would notice.

I looked at the time. I still had four hours to kill before I had to get something to eat. I would need to go out for that.

I looked at the three books.

I decided to read the one called “The family that incests on love”.

It wasn’t exactly well written. Totally lacking in descriptions of the people that comprised a mother, her daughter, her two son, her husband, her two sisters and a husband of one of the sisters.

The story wasted no time in getting to the sex. The two sons and daughter, all over eighteen to make the book perfectly legal, were engaged in a threesome when the mother walked in on them. Not at all shocked at what she was witnessing she quickly divested herself of her clothes and joined in. Every combination was told in brief clinical detail plus a lot of Oh’s and swear words. There was no emotion or feeling in any of the writing.

However, when the two sons were having sex with their mother I had to stop for a minute and think. There was a slight tingling down in my tummy continuing downwards. I had to gulp a few times as my mouth had become dry. I even reread the paragraphs and slipped through the book to find all the sex between them and read them fully. I also began to read the mother and daughter and mother and sister pieces, too.

What was happening to me? I tentatively touched my pussy and found it wet. I shouldn’t have done it. Visions exploded in my head of my three sons pushing their cocks in all three of my openings at the same time. I shoved my fingers hard inside my vagina and pushed and pushed, even feeling pain and I came big!

When I had calmed down with my heart slowly recovering from its heavy, rapid drum beat inside me I felt dirty and disgusted with myself. I even threw the book as far as I could. It landed hard against a flower vase on the dressing table knocking it over with a loud bang. I turned over and buried my face in the pillows hating myself for those incestuous thoughts. A nice person would never think of such images and climax at the thought.

I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I heard was a car driving into the driveway. I looked at my watch. 6PM!

 

Continued on the next page (link below).

My sons had returned home.