Uncnown - The Widow_s Companion

Now she watched thunderstruck as again the man's hand curled beneath Amy's nakedly pumping buttocks and the tip of his outstretched middle finger circled tantalizingly the rubbery ring of the tightly puckered anus. It played there for a long teasing moment that brought another tortured groan from the lewdly twisting body beneath him as his finger slipped through the protective fleshy ring and disappeared up inside her rectum. Mrs. Winthrop's legs kicked out again and there was another tortured wail with her toes curling up tightly. Then her legs locked over his body again, and her buttocks began pumping savagely over both invaders.

Ellen was trembling violently and biting her fist to keep from screaming. Was her mother experiencing terrible pain or terrible joy?

It was impossible to tell. Her helpless ears were literally drenched with their sounds of depravity. And then the squeak of bedsprings, the moans and groans and huffing hard breathing, the portrait of tangle limbs, all combined to ignite smoldering sparks in that most sensitive of flesh up between her own legs. By now the itch was driving her frantic as much as anything else. She clamped her legs tightly together to try to choke off that bursting fire.

As if in a dream, her hands began involuntarily to massage the straining softness of her budding young breasts, trapping the trembling nipples between her fingers, kneading and pulling at them until it felt as though she would rip them loose from the full quivering mounds. She groaned and found her fingers pressing tightly into her vaginal mound and drumming at her clitoris, trying to rub away the terrible sensation of need that was raging out of control.

Her long trembling legs scissored open, one foot just sort of dangling as she supported herself against the doorjamb. She could feel her own hair-lined little pussy slit now moistly palpitating against the tips of her fingers which drew the narrow furrow open, exposing the lips of her pulsating cunt to the warmish, musky air of the room. With a groan, she sunk her outstretched middle finger deep into the warmly throbbing mouth of her vagina. The trembling thirteen year old held her breath, relieved momentarily, but the moment of relief was brief. For now the fire seemed to burn all the more intensely, demanding more to feed its obscene hunger. She inserted another finger, then slid, gasping to the cold tile floor of the bathroom.

After a second, she drew her knees up into a kneeling position, with her firm young buttocks high in the air. The squeak of bedsprings became more violent, and she crammed her fingers into the slippery moistness of her vagina with a little cry of abandon and in rhythm with the couple fucking so savagely on her mother's bed.

The picture of their lewdly locked bodies drove the cute young blonde on, and she rocked back on her knees, screwing her fingers deeper and deeper into her tightly clasping pussy. She could see the man's huge thick cock fucking in and out of her mother's ardently clasping cunt, sinking through the soft pussy hair like a greased telephone pole. The aroused teenager's fingers became that pole – and her gasps began to match theirs. She wanted, absurdly, everything her mother was getting, as immature as she was. Her body was confessing it, betraying her. She wanted to be split too, wanted to be fucked, wanted a sperm-bloated penis pumping into her own hot searing passage. Her fingers were nothing compared to that enormous thick member that was being rammed in and out of her mother. She had to have more – but there was nothing, nothing but her own fingers.

She reached up over her nakedly thrashing buttocks with her free hand, searching the tight crevice for she knew-not-what. The fingers on her ass-cheeks seemed to be magnetized as her mind flashed pictures of how the man had stuffed his finger into her mother's rectal passage… and of how the older woman seemed to be enjoying it immensely.

And then she found her puckered little anal hole. Quickly, the young blonde girl rammed one finger up into the tiny opening between her moon-shaped buttocks, gasping as in her haste a fingernail dug into the soft fleshy walls, sending a sharp jolt of pain through her wantonly quivering thirteen year old body. She stilled for a moment, then took up the lewd rhythm of the couple on the bed, her buttocks lifting high off the floor as her long legs braced themselves, she writhed and groaned in frustration, and ultimately turned over onto her knees, trying to find a more comfortable position.

Now her ripe young breasts were scraping against the floor, her nipples brushing tantalizingly against the cool tile. Her long blonde hair wafted away on all sides of her voluptuous body, falling eventually in a golden pile on the bathroom floor. Wildly erotic tingles of lewd pleasure raced through her passion-inflamed loins as she pictured herself under the nameless pounding body with the socks. Then her face colored crimson as she felt her own orgasm coming – coming with a great roar.

She hung for an insane, lust-propelled moment teetering on the edge of the first climax she'd ever experienced, and then her entire sensually aroused body convulsed as her liquid passion gushed from around her thrusting fingers, covering her hand and wrist, and dripping down onto the tiles below. She could feel it running in slick rivulets down the inside of her quivering thighs to her bended knees. As her teeth chattered through her shattering climax, she was greeted by a sobbing shriek and a low male groan from the direction of her mother's bed as the writhing joined couple answered her orgasm with one of their own.

Then there was complete silence except for the gasping, panting breathing of the three of them.

Ellen stayed on her hands and knees for awhile, sobbing silently. Her buttocks still swaying in the musky air. She couldn't bring herself to take her hand away from her glowing young cunt until the last dying throbs of climax had been stilled. It seemed eons before her fingers finally slithered wetly from her satiated vaginal opening, and she rolled over onto her side, clutching her burning breasts, a terrible feeling of guilt suffusing her entire trembling being.

She looked up towards her mother's distant bed. It seemed as if the couple there were now hurtling towards a second orgasm. Ellen could see the muscles cording up on her mother's inner thighs as she struggled like a crazed nymphomaniac to get the man deeper inside of her. His hands cupped her naked white buttocks with savage strength that cut red lines into the smooth, wildly undulating mounds; he squeezed her rounded ass-cheeks tightly together, forcing her vagina more snugly around the thickness of his thrusting male hardness. Ellen could see the thin, ragged edges of her mother's wet sucking pussy clasping it tightly like the ovaled mouth of a hungry child around the last banana in the world as it moved in and out of her belly.

Her mother's buttocks were grinding faster now, and her groans and mewls of animal pleasure had escalated dramatically as the glazed eyes of her voluptuous blonde daughter remained glued hypnotically to the lewd coupling on the bed. Mrs. Winthrop's wild, demonic upward thrusts were met with equal fury by the stranger's pelvis, which drove her even more deeply into the mattress with each mighty surge, the loud slaps of belly against belly resounding like thunder claps Ellen held her breath as she watched her mother being fucked with increasing viciousness. And then there was a low, unearthly gurgle from her mother's throat, and her buttocks began a series of small, spasmodic jerks up tight against the penis that was sunk so deeply inside her churning white belly. "Aaaggghhh. Ah… oh… awweeee…

I'm cumming!" Ellen's mother wailed.

At the same time the man groaned again above her, grinding hard into her wantonly writhing cunt, his thick fleshy rod beginning to spurt again its white milky sperm deep up inside her belly. The creamy rich fluid filled her vaginal passage before cascading out around the stretched pink lips of her cunt. Ellen watched breathlessly as a tiny white stream of it ran down the wide split crevice of her buttocks to drop on the mattress below. And then the couple seemed to expire into a long, drawn-out sigh, lying very still although still joined.