Chapter 3

A little later, when her daughter came out of the bathroom, she looked at Diana, and the teenager’s eyes brimmed over. “Oh, Mamma. I’m sorry – I just couldn’t help it. I didn’t want him to do it the first time, but last night, he made me hot just standing and looking at me. This morning,” she sobbed, “I wanted him to do it to me. Mamma, I couldn’t help it. I can control Arnie, but when Jack grabs my breasts, I just want him to stick his thing in me.”

Diana took her daughter in her arms and let her cry on her shoulder. How could she fuss at Arlene when she could feel her own pussy tingling from Jack’s rough treatment? If he had fucked her much longer the way he was ramming into her, she would be too sore to walk tomorrow. Her husband’s cock was larger – a lot larger – than Jack’s, but Jeff made gentle love to her. He was tender with her. Jack didn’t care; he just fucked the shit out of her.

She stroked her daughter’s hair, shushing her, “It’s okay. It’s okay,” all the while thinking about Jack’s last few strokes as his orgasm built and he filled her with his seed.

She shivered, pushed Arlene to arms’ length. “Let’s stop crying over spilled milk – or come,” she added, sheepishly. Diana picked up the filled applicator. “Lie down on the bed, stick this up your pussy and push the plunger.” When Arlene started to push the plunger, Diana stopped her. “No. Shove the applicator all the way up your pussy until you hit your cervix, then push the plunger. The spermicide has to get where the sperm is.” Arlene did as her mother instructed, winced when she hit her cervix, then pushed the plunger.

“Will this keep me from getting pregnant?” Arlene hesitantly asked.

“Well, it’s supposed to be used first, so that it’s in your pussy and womb, before the sperm. It’s not as efficient this way, but hopefully it will kill any sperm left in you. The question is,” she continued relentlessly, “has his sperm already made it to your egg before you used the spermicide, or did he get you last night, or the other times?” The last she said with emphasis, which produced a deeper blush from Arlene. “Yeah, I saw the dried come in your panties. I don’t know how many times you have fucked him, but believe me, it only takes once if you’re fertile. You’re a walking example of that,” she added. At Arlene’s questioning look, Diana continued, “I have a story to tell you. It’s a sex story and a love story, for I do love your dad very, very much.” Tears welled in her eyes as she thought how she had just acted like a slut.

Shaking her head, Diana was quiet for a moment before saying, “We can fix something to eat and I’ll tell you my story, then you can fill me in on everything that’s happened.”

As Diana rummaged through the refrigerator a few minutes later looking for something to make sandwiches, she thought, Well, that solved one of my problems, at least. I don’t have to worry anymore about alienating my daughter. We’re in the same boat. She certainly hadn’t planned it, but they were, indeed, in this thing together, and she could tell by the relieved look on Arlene’s face that she would not keep anything from her. Diana just hoped she hadn’t paid too high a price for earning her daughter’s trust, inadvertently or not.

They had talked for a while. Diana told her story of how Jeff had gotten her hot and talked her into the back seat, then sucked her nipples, shoved his dick in, and impregnated her. She explained about having back-to-back orgasms when her nipples were stimulated or sucked, and how vulnerable she was, as evidenced by Jack’s seduction of her a little while ago. Arlene had cried and given her a detailed account of everything that had happened.

When Arlene was done, Diana was both furious and sexually excited. Her pussy tingled and was leaking more than just spermicide. She berated herself for getting hot over her daughter’s coercion and rape, and said, “Darling, he didn’t have anything on you. So you were jacking Arnie off. I would have fussed at you a little if I found out, but I would have spent more time talking to you about your choice of a partner to give your virginity to, and told you about ways to keep from getting pregnant. And, if you had come to me after Jack raped you, I would have called the police and that creep would be in jail now.”

“But, Mom, I had chosen Arnie to take my cherry. He’s really nice and I think I love him, but I just hadn’t built up enough nerve to let him do it. Then Jack scared me so bad when he said he would show you and Dad those pictures, and the people at school. I just didn’t know what to do. Then he kissed me and pulled on my nipples, and sucked them really hard.

“I don’t know what happened; I didn’t want him to do it. I did try to stop him, and Arnie did too, but I just kept coming, and couldn’t stop. Then he shoved it up me, and I just wanted to fuck. Oh, Momma...” she wailed, sobbing.

Diana held her daughter while she cried, shedding as many tears as Arlene. They talked and spilled tears for an hour, and got around to eating the sandwiches after a while. Diana called the doctor and got an appointment for Thursday of the next week to get them both on the pill.

They went shopping together, Diana reasoning that few things could calm a female more than a good shopping trip. They giggled and cut up with each other while Diana bought everything Arlene needed to keep herself clean. They stopped by Diana’s favorite clothing store and bought Arlene a couple of sexy nighties. At the grocery store, Diana picked up an extra carton of cigarettes for her daughter.

“What will Dad think?” Arlene questioned when she realized what her mother had done.

“He won’t like it, but I know that he thinks it is sexy if you do it right, and from the way you smoked last night and this morning, I think he will quit grumping pretty quickly. I’ll tell him about it first, then you just act casually about it. If he starts fussing about it, just give him your ‘Oh, Daddy’ speech and sit in his lap,” she said with a chuckle. “You’ve been able to wrap him around your little finger all your life. It shouldn’t be a major problem.”

Arlene was quiet for a while but as they neared home, she looked over at her mother. “Mom, it gives me goose bumps every time I think about you watching Jack do it to me last night.” Her mother glanced at her momentarily, before returning her eyes to her driving. Arlene continued, hesitantly, “I acted like a real ... slut. Didn’t I?” she quietly finished.

Diana didn’t answer immediately, pretending to concentrate on what she was doing, but in her mind’s eye, she could see her daughter’s legs entwined about Jack’s hips, could see his balls rocking back and forth in the moonlight and hear Arlene’s squeals as Jack got his rocks off in her. Diana’s pussy was wet from the mental stimulation. She remembered how badly she wanted to fuck after she had watched her daughter.

She could have stopped Jack, probably would have under other circumstances, no matter how much he pulled on her nipples, but she had still been excited when she walked into the kitchen and caught them fucking, again. Arlene had been sexy, and indeed, had acted like a little whore – the cigarette dangling from her mouth while Jack fucked her. She was young, but she was trying to turn Jack on with her combination of innocence and haughtiness.

“Yes you did, Sweetheart – and so did your mother. And I came so hard that for a minute I thought I had broken something,” she said. Glancing at her daughter, “I guess it’s just in our genes, but that’s the end of that crap. I’m a married woman, and you’re fifteen. This is over. I’m not going to screw around on your daddy, and you’re too young for a steady diet of this. If you really love Arnie, then you’ll stop with a little petting.”

“Mom, I’ve told you everything but you have to realize that Arnie loves me and he watched Jack do it to me twice. Well, uh, I guess, four times, if you count how many times Jack did it in me. I think Arnie has just about had it with me, but I don’t want to lose him. I didn’t even know that he had seen me last night until you told me. That explains why he didn’t show up, and why he hasn’t called me today. I’m going to lose him if all I do is let him suck my nipples a little. He was really mad when I wouldn’t let him come in me after Jack did it in me. Now, after he’s seen me with Jack again, he probably won’t even speak to me, but I think I can take care of his ego if I get a chance to let him make love to me.”

Diana’s face set. “Arlene Matthews, you are not to be alone with that boy, and that goes double for Jack.”

“Mom. I’m going to lose Arnie, and I want to marry him one day,” Arlene desperately said. “I told you everything so I wouldn’t have to sneak around. Now you’re going to wreck my life.”

“What’s going to ‘wreck‘ your life is a baby, and either one of those boys is perfectly capable of getting you pregnant, Young Lady, if you aren’t already.”

“But you’re going to put me on the pill.”

Diana glanced at her daughter, furious, but trying to hide it. “Putting you on the pill is a precaution for my own peace of mind. It is not a license to fuck.”

Arlene sat quietly for a moment, before looking defiantly at her mother. “Then why did you say you were going back on the pill?”

Diana pulled into their driveway and eased the car into the garage. “Maybe it’s for some more peace of mind,” she finally said.

Arlene just looked at her, gathered up her packages and stalked into the house.

Diana watched her daughter wrestle the door open. Oh, boy, she thought. Back to square one.

When Diana got inside, Arlene met her in the living room. “Mom, I’m going over to Arnie’s.”

Diana unconsciously put her hands on her hips. “No, you’re not,” she said through clenched teeth. When Arlene burst into tears, she partially relented. “You can call him on the phone, but you have to do it from the living room where I can hear your side of the conversation.”

“Mom. I can’t talk to him with you listening, “ she wailed.

Diana put her arms around her daughter. “Look, Arlene, you’ve seen me get screwed; I’ve seen you get screwed. What difference does it make if I listen to what you tell him? I know you have to appease him; I’m just not going to let you make a date to be alone with him, especially right now.

“Now call him and tell him how much you love him, and how sorry you are that you screwed Jack, or whatever you are going to tell him, but you’re not going to make love to him. Look, Darling, let’s not fuss,” she desperately said. “We’ve both screwed up, but we’re not going to make it any worse by taking it out on each other.”

Arlene wasn’t pleased, but she called as Diana sat in the living room looking through a magazine and listening to the conversation. Arlene wheedled, begged and pleaded, repeatedly telling Arnie how much she loved him. She told him she had worn the outfit for him, but Jack had shown up and grabbed her. He had told her he would give the picture to her parents if she didn’t give him some pussy, and between the threat and his rubbing her pussy and sucking her nipples, she just couldn’t stop him.

She had reminded Arnie that it had been no different when he had been there, and he (Arnie) had allowed Jack to take her cherry. She insisted that Arnie should have stopped Jack, and would have too if he really loved her. Diana got up and walked out of the room. Her daughter had her boyfriend on the defensive now. The fight was over, whether Arnie realized it or not.

Later, they sent out for pizza and ate it while lying on Diana’s bed. They watched TV, smoked, giggled and acted like sisters with a secret.

As Diana channel surfed looking for something interesting, Arlene asked, “Mom, do you play with yourself?” Diana almost dropped the remote. While she looked at her daughter, trying to think of something to say, Arlene continued, “You know, masturbate?” she finished as if it were a dirty word.

“Well, I...” Diana started, trying not to lie, but uncomfortable talking about this, even though her daughter had watched as Jack fucked her. “Honey, I’m married. Your father makes love to me,” she answered, lamely.

“Oh, Mom. Dad isn’t even here. Don’t you ever do it with yourself?”

Crap, Diana thought. Her daughter had told her everything that had happened to her, taking hours to tell her every detail. Now, she was asking a simple question, but Diana had never even told Jeff that she masturbated. She heard herself mumble, “Yes. I do it.” Then in a stronger voice, “I do it a lot, especially after I saw you and Jack out back. I thought I would never stop coming.”

“I do it too, Mom. I do it all the time. Have since I was twelve.”

Diana breathed an exaggerated sigh, propped her pillow up and stretched out on the bed. “Well, now that we’ve got that out of the way, shall we check to see what movies are on TV?”

Arlene didn’t say anything for a minute. “Maybe. But I want to try on my new stuff first. It’s my first week of summer vacation; we can stay up as late as we want. We can check on a movie in a little while, can’t we?”

Diana grinned, “Sure, Honey. I forgot all about your new things. Try them on and let’s see how the look on you.”

Arlene dashed off to her room and was back in only a few moments wearing one of her new nighties. After modeling it, she went to try on the other one. This took longer, and when she came back in, she was wearing the pale purple negligée that Diana had bought her, along with a pair of Diana’s spike heels. She held one of the 120’s in her hand and pretended to search for a lighter while she strutted around, breasts pushed out, as sexy a creature as Diana had ever seen in her life.

Diana giggled despite herself. Her daughter was going to be a real bombshell – was already – she corrected herself. Seeing her strut haughtily around, reminded Diana of the way Arlene had acted when Jack had fucked her on the picnic table. This would never do. She had to stop it right now. “Baby, you look sexy doing that, but you have to get all this sex off your mind. This thing can’t continue with Jack and Arnie.”

“Oh, Mom,” Arlene complained, as she bounced down on the bed beside her mother. “I can’t think of anything else. When I went to my room to get this nightie, I played with myself and had two orgasms.” She sighed, “All I have to do is touch myself and I come; I’m so hot.”

Diana opened her mouth to admonish her daughter but realized that she was describing the way both of them felt. Her own nipples were hard, just as her daughter’s obviously were, and her pussy ached to be touched. Instead of an admonition, after a moment she agreed. “Me too, I guess. I’ve never had anything like this happen to me, either. But that doesn’t change anything; we are not going to continue with this. I love Jeff and I’m going to be true to him.”

Arlene pulled up her legs and squeezed her thighs together. “I love Arnie, too, but I’m constantly thinking about Jack sticking his thing up me. When I close my eyes, I can almost feel it inside me.” She slipped her hand between her legs and touched her pussy, shivering as she touched her clit. While holding the cigarette up in her other hand, she gently slid her finger through her pussy lips. Her mouth parted slightly as she concentrated on the sensation.

When Diana realized what Arlene was doing, her faced flushed, and her pussy tingled. She wanted to touch herself as Arlene was doing, but there was no way she would ever do such a thing with her daughter right beside her. When Jeff had asked if she masturbated, she had vehemently denied it – it was too personal a thing to admit even to her husband.

Arlene leaned all the way back on the bed, her nightie sliding above her pussy as her hand continued slowly moving through her nether lips, the top of each stroke just grazing her clit. After a moment, she gasped, held her breath and began to shiver out an orgasm, but it wasn’t over. She whimpered as her hand picked up speed, carrying her higher and higher. The orgasm finally reached a plateau, continued a little longer, then ended. With a sigh, she lay relaxed on the bed, her hand tightly covering her pussy while she regained her breathing. After a little while, she looked over at her mother. “I didn’t really mean to do that. I just can’t help myself.”

Diana tried to think of something to say, but all she could think of was the heat in her loins. Again, she could see Jack thrusting into her daughter as she leaned back on the picnic table. She could see her prissy daughter taking the cock up her pussy like she did this every day. Before she realized what she was doing, her hand touched her pussy under the miniskirt that had already slid well up her thighs when she moved around on the bed.

She had taken her bra off when they had gotten home, then slipped her panties off since they were wet with spermicide, and she hadn’t bothered putting any back on. The first touch of her hand sent tingles racing to her engorged nipples. She was already on the edge from hearing Arlene’s story, and now she had just watched her daughter bring herself off. In an instant, her orgasm was upon her. She shivered, hunched farther over on the bed, squeezed her nipple with her left hand, tickled her clit with the other ... and peaked twice in rapid succession.

“Wow,” Arlene exclaimed. “Lie back so I can watch, and do that some more.”

This is crazy, Diana thought. Sure, teenage girls do this together, but I’m a woman.

“Come on Mom. Lie back and let’s do it together.”

What the heck. I’ve already fucked Jack in front of her.

Diana lay back, brought her knees partway up, and continued gently stroking her pussy while her daughter placed the cigarette in her mouth as she had with Jack, then mimicked her mother’s actions. In a few seconds, both females bucked to another orgasm.

Diana’s mind must have registered the first flash, but it never really occurred to her what had happened. The second flash did get her attention, but by then it was too late.

Jack stood grinning just inside the bedroom door. He set the phone on the dresser, unbuckled his pants and dropped them on the floor, his cock already rock-hard and standing straight out.

“How did you get in here?” Diana yelled while trying to pull the miniskirt back down her hips.

Arlene didn’t say anything but just froze in position, fingers still gently tantalizing her clit.

“I wonder what your husband would think about the pictures I just took, or the principal at the school?” Jack questioned, a smirk on his face, while he slowly stroking his cock.

Realizing what he was up to, wondering if she could get to the phone and delete the pictures before Jack could stop her, Diana responded, brusquely. “Oh, no you’re not. You’ve already blackmailed my daughter into giving you her virginity. I’ll call the cops.” She glanced at the phone again but knew that the muscular boy would have no problem stopping her before she could delete the pictures.

“If you do,” Jack replied, unperturbed, “your husband and the principal will still see the pictures, and what are you going to tell them about why you and your daughter are laying on this bed masturbating together? Seems to me your husband should be just a wee bit curious about how you ever got into mutual masturbation. And I’ll be glad to tell him all about fucking Arlene, not to mention our little set-to on the kitchen table this morning.”

“He wouldn’t believe you,” Diana desperately replied, her heart in her mouth.

“Oh, I think he would. I could tell him about the milk squirting out of your tits when I pulled on your nipples, even describe the taste.”

“But, you raped me,” she responded, lamely.

“The only thing vaguely close to rape was when I grabbed you, but then when I pulled on your nipple, you started coming. I’ll tell your husband how your pussy milked my dick while I was shooting off in you. Let’s see what he thinks about the whole thing then. Do you really think you can convince him it was rape after I talk to him? Besides, you know that I gave you only what you wanted. If you had really wanted me to stop, I would have.”

Before Diana could argue further, Jack stepped closer and knelt beside her on the bed, his cock thumping against her leg. The solid feel of it, and its warmth heightened her awareness of his cock even more. As she tried to pull her legs together and move away, he lay across her body, his chest on her breasts as he leaned down to kiss her. She turned her head to the side, but his hand was already at her pussy, pushing the skirt out of the way. Her heightened senses felt his touch on her clit as if he had touched her with a red-hot poker.

“No,” she hissed through clenched teeth as she reached for his hand, but before she could respond, his finger slipped inside her already slick pussy and jammed as deep as the finger would go. At the same time, he moved his other hand under her top and sought out her nipples.

“Nooo ... Jack, I can’t do this. I’m a married woman. I’m not even on birth control,” she said, struggling with him.

Jack’s mouth followed his fingers and pulled strongly on her left nipple. Her hands lost purpose, waving around, as she continued to whisper, “Noooo ... noooo...” over and over. She fought her body as she had never before. Opening her eyes, she looked wildly around, focusing on Arlene lying next to them, now masturbating wildly, cigarette still dangling haughtily from her mouth as she brought herself off again and again.

Finding strength she didn’t know she possessed, Diana called out, “Baby, help me. Get him off me. We can’t do this again.”

Her daughter only giggled. “You look sexy, Mom.” Then, “Uhhhh...” as her orgasm peaked.

Jack slid down and buried his tongue in Diana’s pussy. Her breath caught, as another forlorn “Noooo,” slipped out. She panted as her orgasm built despite her strongest efforts. Arlene rolled over, reached out and tweaked her mother’s nipple as Jack’s tongue lashed repeatedly across her clit. Diana’s legs spread wide, then clamped around Jack’s head and shoulders as she slammed her pussy into his face. She tightened every muscle in her body, raising her ass off the bed as her orgasm began to climb, then went straight through the roof.

Arlene continued to roll her mother’s nipple between thumb and forefinger, alternately pulling and rolling it, as Diana shivered and bucked, her lips slightly parted as she stared between her long tits at Jack’s face. She kicked, shuddered, then completely relaxed in a dead faint.

“Wow,” Arlene said again, as her mother slumped down. Then a moment later, “Is she okay?” concern echoing in her voice.

“She’s fine,” Jack replied as he came to his knees between Diana’s legs. He leaned forward to push her top above her tits. “Play with her nipples some more,” he directed Arlene as he propped up on a forearm, while he guided his cock to Diana’s pussy with the other hand.

As Jack prepared to mount Diana, Arlene had second thoughts. Taking the cigarette from her lips, she stammered, “I ... I don’t know about this. We spent all day talking about what’s happened, and she’s really worried about not being true to Daddy and us getting pregnant. I think about, especially, her getting pregnant. Mom thinks she’s fertile. I’m afraid if you come in her again, she’ll get pregnant. I don’t want my mom and dad to get a divorce.”

Jack grunted as he pushed his cockhead against the tight pussy. “Just keep pulling on that nipple,” he said, as he pushed harder. “She isn’t going to get pregnant. After I pop her,” he said, winking at Arlene, “I’ll stroke that little pussy of yours for you.”

Jack felt the tight, wet pussy start to surround his cock as he pushed slowly up Diana. He loved the initial push into a female, particularly one he had never fucked or hadn’t fucked much. These were the sexiest two he had ever seen in his life. Most of the other girls he had fucked, came only once or twice and were constantly wanting him to buy them something or take them out. He had fucked a couple of older women, but they were always telling him what to do, and he had to work his ass off to get them to come.

These two started coming when his dick went in and kept it up until he hosed their pussies with come. Not to say anything about being the best looking bitches he had ever seen, bar none – anywhere – and their tits sprayed milk when he pulled on their nipples, just as Diana’s were doing right now. Jack couldn’t stand it any longer. He caught the back of Diana’s knees, put her legs on his shoulders and rammed home.

Diana shivered, opened her eyes woozily and focused on Jack above her. He drew back and stroked to his balls again, then rotated his ass, trying to get the head of his cock to her cervix but he wasn’t long enough, which frustrated him. She tensed, bucked and shivered again. “Oh, don’t do this to me. I’m a married woman,” she wailed.

Whump. Jack drove his cock to the hilt again.

Diana’s voice went up, almost to a squeal. Rallying again, she begged, “Oh, please. You’ve already fucked me this morning. I’m going to get pregnant if you keep doing this to me.”

Jack thrust again, hard, then settled down to a steady rhythm.

Arlene rolled to her back, replaced the cigarette in her lips as Jack watched her, then slid her finger up and down her pussy lips.

“My husband...” Diana mumbled as Jack grabbed her tits and fucked her hard and fast. Shivering, she gasped. Jacked thumped one nipple several times, hard. When Diana shivered again, he locked his lips around it and sucked, trying to drain her milk. Diana forgot what she was trying to say, whimpered, bucked, and came, wiggling her hips.

I’m acting like a slut. I’ve got to stop this before he shoots off in me again. I’ll time him and as he draws back for a long stroke, I’ll roll out from under him and run.

Just as she planned to move, Jack grasped her hips and rapid-fucked her, his balls making smacking sounds as they slapped rhythmically against her upturned ass, his groin slamming relentlessly against hers, her long breasts swaying and bouncing. Almost immediately, she came again, her hips squirming her pussy against him, the orgasm going on and on. She had never acted like this with her husband, let alone had orgasms this strong. She forgot about rolling from under him, and as he leaned back, she pulled her legs from above his shoulders but wrapped them high around his hips, his cock continuing to piston up her pussy. She bucked like a mad woman, breasts bouncing as she sought out yet another orgasm, accompanying it with a high-pitched squeal that she couldn’t believe was coming from her own mouth.

After moving his hands back to her breasts, Jack milked her nipples, pulling hard on them, making them squirt milk. He hunched hard against her twice and clamped his hands hard around her breasts. She moaned against his chest. “No, Jack,” she hissed, feeling his cock jerk. But it was already too late, his cock pulsed, and she felt warmth inside her. He held deep within her, before shivering. After hunching several short, rapid strokes, his cock jerking every couple of seconds, the woman felt warmth spread throughout her pussy.

The hot seed within her, and coming from someone that shouldn’t be inside her, sparked an intense orgasm that built higher and higher as his semen continued to pour out of his cock deep within her. She gasped as the hair on his chest raked across her spurting nipples, and she deliberately milked his cock, pulling forth more of his sperm as the fucking couple slowly rocked to a halt, his cock pushed to the hilt. They lay like that for several minutes, her pussy trembling around his dick.

Without warning, Jack leaned back, pulling his glistening dick from her pussy.

“Roll over on your belly,” he ordered as he grasped her hips and helped her turn over. “No, Jack,” she complained, really getting scared. “Don’t you ever get enough?”

Jack laughed as he thought, Twenty bucks each for those little blue pills from the dealer over on Maxwell Avenue, but I can fuck all day when I take them. He mounted her, his dick still hard, as she continued to protest.

Diana’s mind raced. He’s too aggressive to fuck me like this. He’ll kill me for sure. I have to convince him.

Jack grasped one firm, rounded hip as he guided his cock to her pussy with the other hand.

“Baby, help me,” she pleaded to her daughter. Before she had time to think about or do anything else, the head popped in. Jack put both hands on her hips, and as she tried to struggle forward away from him, thrust to the hilt.

“Uuummmppphh...” she grunted, unable to make a coherent sound. Frantic, she tried to wiggle away. I’ve got to do something. He’s going to impregnate me for sure.

Jack reached forward, grasped her hanging breasts, and pulled sharply downward on her long nipples, cruelly milking them, jerking alternately, first one and then the other.

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