Chapter 2

Several nights after Jack had fucked Arlene, Arnie was late in getting out of the house since his mother was still up. Arlene had agreed to dress up for him the way he liked — minidress, tight blouse and high, spike heels. She had been letting Arnie fuck her every night since Jack had caught them, but worrying about pregnancy, she had insisted that he use a condom. They hadn’t seen Jack since the night he had taken Arlene’s cherry, and they hoped he would stay away from them.

They had held each other after Jack had pulled his cock out of Arlene that night, donned his pants and walked away. Arlene had begged Arnie to forgive her for coming when Jack shot off in her pussy, vowing it would never happen again. Both realized that Jack could still tell on them any time he chose, and although they tried to convince themselves that they would never let it happen again, Arnie was scared that Jack would come back to fuck Arlene yet again. But, there had been several nights of bliss now without a sign of Jack.

Arnie hurried through the woods that bordered the back of their homes and provided a safe route to Arlene’s without parents or neighbors seeing him. He imagined Arlene in his arms, kissing him, while she told him how much she loved him while her tight pussy squeezed his cock.

He remembered the gobs of come that had gushed out of her when Jack had pulled his cock out, her pussy matted with the vile smelling rut. Jack’s seed had continued to leak out of her slit and run down the crack of her ass. When she stood and came into Arnie’s arms, it squirted out onto her legs. They tried to wipe it off with the blanket, but the slimy rut just kept coming out of the whimpering girl. They held each other and cried as it dribbled out of her onto the ground. Arnie’s cock had remained standing straight out the whole time. Arlene finally put her hand on it and while they kissed, jacked him off, but his seed spurted out on the ground instead of into his girl. She wouldn’t let him put his dick in her, let alone come in her.

The next night, she did let him make love to her, but she had been sore from Jack’s cock, plus she had insisted that Arnie wear a condom. She came each time he got to make love to her, but when she did, she just shivered against him and didn’t buck and whine the way she had when Jack had fucked her.

Thinking about Arlene’s luscious body, with her long breasts that stood out from her body, and her big nipples, already had him with a hard-on. He was going to suck her nipples and try to get her to let him come inside her. After all, he reasoned, Jack came in her twice; it’s fair that I should get to come in her at least once.

Nearing her backyard, he slowed, making sure that he didn’t step on any twigs and cause enough noise to be overheard. As he came around the last big tree before he reached his destination, he stopped in his tracks. Though a bush obscured his view, he could see that Arlene was leaning back against the picnic table, just in the edge of the woods.

Jack had apparently interrupted her as she started to light a cigarette, because the long white cylinder was still dangling from her lips, unlit. At first, he assumed that she was just talking to Jack, but as he crept closer and his position changed, he got a better look through the foliage and saw Arlene’s naked breasts jutting out with her nipples obviously aroused.

With a sinking heart, he realized that Jack had probably been pulling and sucking on them for quite a while. He would put a stop to this; Jack could just tell if he wanted too, but this wasn’t going to progress into what it had last time. Then he heard Arlene’s little feminine “Uh, uh, uhs,” like she had made when Jack rammed his cock into her before.

“Nooo...” he whispered to himself as he understood what was happening. As he reached a point where he could see around the bush, he realized that Arlene’s minidress was riding up around her hips. Jack was standing between her legs, knees bent, thrusting his pussy-wet cock deep into Arnie’s darling.

“Uh, Jack. Uh, Jack. It’s big. Ohhh, Jack. Uh, uh, uh ... it’s...”

Jack was fucking her again — Arlene had said she would never let him do that to her — ever. She had promised, over and over again as she had jacked Arnie off. She had said she would be his forever, and they would forget about Jack. Arnie felt sick to his stomach. He started to go charging over to them but hesitated. Jack needed his ass whipped, but Arnie knew that he could never do it. Jack would just beat the shit out of him, and fuck Arlene, anyway.

Arnie decided that he wouldn’t embarrass himself by letting them know he was here. Begging wouldn’t do any good — it certainly hadn’t last time. Jack would just humiliate him, and fuck Arlene anyway. Tears in his eyes, Arnie continued to watch, his cock rock-hard in his pants.

Arlene’s long unlit-cigarette bounced delicately in rhythm to Jack’s thrusts. “Uh ... uh ... uh...” and the smack as their groins rammed together was all Arnie could hear as his once darling took Jack’s cock up her pussy. Her long breasts swayed as Jack’s rhythm picked up and his ass slammed his dick hard up Arlene’s near virgin channel.

Arnie stood beside the tree, heartbroken as Arlene braced her hands behind her on the picnic table, her legs widespread, as Jack bent his knees, leaned back slightly and thrust up the girl. Arnie could see Jack’s oversized balls slapping against Arlene’s pert little ass as he drove his cock home.

Arnie heard Arlene say, “I promised Arnie, uh ... that I wouldn’t let, uh ... you do this to me again. Uh ... uh ... uh...” her voice muffled slightly as she continued to hold the cigarette in her lips, her breasts bouncing in time with Jack’s thrusts. Jack shoved in hard and ground his ass around. “Uhhhhhh,” she whimpered, then drew on the unlit cigarette for a moment, her cheeks hollowing as Jack rapid-fucked her pussy.

“Arnie and I love each other, and ... uh ... I told him I wouldn’t let you fuck me again,” she gasped, struggling to push him back. “Uh ... uh ... uh ... Oh, stop. Arnie will be here any minute, uh ... uh ... uh.” Jack slowed and thrust deep.

Suddenly, Arlene’s voice went up. “Jack, I can feel it jerking. Don’t you do it. Wait, Jack,” she whimpered. “Don’t shoot off in mmmeeeeeee...”

Jack hunched his slick cock up Arlene so hard and fast that he partially lifted her off her feet, her high spike heels scrabbling for purchase, her long breasts jiggling and bouncing as he rapid-fucked her.

“No, nnnnnnooooo, Jack.” After slamming in, he held, his jerking cock as far up her as he could push it. There was a low moan from the girl as she shoved ineffectually against his shoulders. “Nnnooooo, Jack ... don’t. Your cock ... it’s...”

Arnie saw Jack’s balls heave, and a second later the girl grunted, moaned and drew on her cigarette, her breasts bouncing. She shivered, then rammed her pussy up Jack’s jerking pole.

The first spurt was strong, and she couldn’t help but gasp as his come sprayed into her. Her nipples tingled as her womb spasmed when his hot seed splashed into her channel. She stood grasping his shoulders as he machine-gunned his spurting cock up her pussy — her channel squeezing, milking, begging for more. The girl uttered her delicate, little, “Uh, uh, uh, uhs,” as Jack’s seed continued pumping into her belly. Her orgasm peaked and held her there.

Unable to control herself, she squirmed her pussy into Jack’s crotch, grinding her clit against his jerking shaft. Arnie could hear the smack, smack, smack, as Jack rammed their groins together, her breasts wildly swaying as milk sprayed onto the guy fucking her.

Jack’s thrusts slowed, then stopped as he held his cock buried in Arlene, his body shivering as the last of his sperm pumped out of his balls. After a while, Arlene took the cigarette out of her mouth and held it prissily in her hand. Jack said something to her and she giggled. They kissed, Jack moving his mouth on hers, exciting her again. She lay back on the table as he pushed her knees against her breasts, her high heels pointing toward the night sky. After remaining motionless for a moment, he began very slowly moving his cock in and out, which caused his semen to drain past his dick to puddle on the table to glisten in the moonlight.

Arnie didn’t bother staying any longer. Heartbroken, he turned and made his way quietly back toward home, not realizing that Arlene’s mother was standing only a few feet away watching the three of them.

The next morning, Diana sat in the kitchen tapping a fingernail against the tabletop. Why wasn’t Jeff ever here when she needed him? He had been on this trip for several days now and probably wouldn’t be home before the weekend.

She had done her daughter’s laundry and had found a pair of panties with the crotch dried stiff. It had to be come. But, Arlene hadn’t been alone with a boy. Diana had set down strict rules months ago and had made sure she was around whenever Arnie came to visit. Then, where did the sperm come from?

Last night as she checked on her daughter before going to bed herself, it had dawned on her. That was the reason Arlene had taken to sleeping late; she was sneaking out at night. Diana didn’t want to confront Arlene with fucking Arnie and then find out that she was just having some type of discharge, though — her daughter would never forgive her. She just knew it had to be come in Arlene’s panties, but there had been a way to be certain; she waited about fifteen minutes after telling Arlene good night, then quietly opened her daughter’s door again. The room was empty.

Furious, Diana had gone down the stairs to the playroom/basement, on into the garage, then on out through the door on the opposite side of the house. Arlene had to be in the back.

Quietly, Diana made her way around the side of the yard expecting to come from the back and catch Arlene and Arnie near the pool. Probably been screwing on the chaise lounge, she fumed to herself as she neared the picnic area. Hearing noises, she crept closer. At couple of seconds later, she almost stepped in front of another figure who was so quiet she never heard him as he passed. Ah, it was Arnie. She almost slapped out at him for screwing her daughter, but instead, followed him. He stopped, then moved to the side before creeping forward a few more feet.

What is he doing? Then she saw Arlene. It took a moment to move to a position where she could see clearly, then she just stood in shock. It wasn’t Arnie that had been screwing her daughter; it was the guy down the street, the high school dropout who worked as a maintenance man at the apartment complex a few blocks over. She thought about scratching his eyes out, but hesitated. She had never seen anything like this in her life. Her daughter was wearing a minidress that she had given her, her high heels (Arlene didn’t have any), and she had a cigarette hanging out of her mouth like some bar whore.

“I promised Arnie, uh ... that I wouldn’t let, uh ... let you do this to me again.”

Diana hesitated, conflicting emotions almost overpowering her. Her own pussy tingled as the guy shoved his cock up her daughter.

“Arnie and I love each other, and ... uh ... And I told him I wouldn’t let you fuck me again. Uh ... uh ... uh... Oh, stop. Arnie will be here any minute, uh ... uh ... uh.”

Diana watched the guy ram into her daughter and hold while Arlene bucked against him, Diana not realizing that Arlene was, at least half-heartedly trying to buck him off her.

Suddenly, Arlene’s voice went up. “Jack, I can feel it jerking. Don’t you do it. Uh ... uh ... uh. Wait, Jack,” she whimpered. “Don’t shoot off in mmmeeeeeee...”

After a few minutes, Arnie left, but Diana stayed and watched Arlene being fucked a second time. After the guy had gotten his rocks off again, he partially stood with Arlene lying on the table, his cock still up her pussy. Arlene pushed herself partway up, picked up a lighter from the table and slowly brought it to the cigarette, acting as if she had been smoking — and fucking — her whole life.

Diana turned and walked back toward the house, her own pussy hot and ultra-sensitive with her nipples on fire as they pushed against her bra. Why didn’t I stop them? She didn’t know.

She tapped her nail hard against the table a last time. It was time for Arlene to get her butt out of bed. She was probably lying in there with come drying on her panties again. The little shit had no way of getting all that come out of her. She would have to buy her daughter a douche bag, or a number of douches. What was she thinking? What she needed to do was lock her in her room until she was thirty-five.

She (Diana) hadn’t said anything to her daughter last night because she didn’t want to risk causing Arlene to hate her. What was she to do? Yeah Jeff, she thought, gone again when I need you.

Most people who saw the mother and daughter together, but didn’t know them personally, thought they were sisters. Diana’s mother looked young for her age and Diana looked really young for her age. The last couple of years, she just seemed to look younger all the time. It would be hard to convince a stranger that Diana was more than twenty-two, and no one would believe she was twenty-nine.

Diana and Arlene were close, but if she started screaming at her daughter, Diana feared that their relationship would never be the same again. Still, this kind of crap couldn’t go on; Arlene would be pregnant in nothing flat — might already be.

She would put off talking to Arlene for a while, though. Right now, all she wanted to do was turn the little bitch over her knees and spank her, but Arlene was already almost two years older than Diana had been when Jeff talked her into getting into the back seat with him. She had never even let a boy kiss her titties before. That’s when she had found out what an effect pulling on her nipples caused, let alone, sucking them. She had spread her legs for Jeff, so hot she had no control at all; one big push and her cherry was gone. A few minutes later, his big cock was filling her womb with sperm, and she was knocked up.

Sitting here pretending to be a one-woman debate team wasn’t doing any good; she might as well get dressed and get her shopping done. After getting up, she went into the bedroom to change. Deciding to wear a dress, she removed her shorts and top. The willowy brunette fluffed her waist-length, thick hair, then stood looking at herself in the mirror.

She undid her bra and critically examined her long full breasts, always engorged with milk no matter what she did. She had gone to her doctor, tired of wet stains on her clothing every time she got excited. He had given her a shot, and it seemed to help for a few days until Jeff got around to really sucking her, and her milk started all over again. Two trips to the doctor later, another shot and some pills, and she thought she had finally gotten rid of the milk. Wrong. She got hot with Jeff’s sucking — and he had started laughing. She didn’t even have to look. She didn’t try again; the shots made her dry-mouthed, and the pills made her constipated. Her lactation continued unabated.

Her breasts still stood up (and out) as much as they always had. Men couldn’t take their eyes off them. She touched her nipples and they poked out, ready to be sucked or played with. She shivered as she gently pulled on them. If Jeff had been home last night, she would have fucked his brains out. She couldn’t get her mind off the guy fucking Arlene. Damn, I’m still horny. She had gotten herself off a half dozen times with her vibrator last night while thinking about her daughter and this guy fucking, and she was tempted to do it again. Instead, she went to her closet.

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