Date: Tue, 27 May 2003 22:41:24 -0400
From: BPsmith <bbpsmth@rogers.com>
Subject: Metaxa madness.Ch.6

Metaxa madness.

Chapter 6.

     I was extra careful as I placed my glass on the coffee table, trying
to demonstrate that I was perfectly sober even after the two bottles of
wine, the liqueur and the champagne we just finished. Annie's eyes were
huge and cloudy as she smiled up at me, and I reached for her hand

                       "Could I have this dance, please."

        Her lips looked soft and moist and she was trembling a little as
she took my hand and stood up.  I was wearing heels and so we were at eye
level and I pulled her close as her arms slipped around my neck. There was
very little movement as we swayed to the soft sound of Natalie Cole, and I
closed my eyes as her cheek pressed against mine. I turned my head and we
kissed, softly, but I could feel her excitement beneath.  Her skin felt hot
through the flimsy party dress and her voice was barely a whisper as her
tongue brushed across my lips.

                    "Thank you for the beautiful evening. If you were
atoning for this afternoon, you succeeded..."

I pulled back to look into her face and shook my head, smiling. She was at
it again.

                    "Atoning? Atoning for what? I thought I was
wonderful..."

                    "...at first. But then all those chores. Washing the
car, sending me shopping, going back to the store..."

                    "Oh you poor darling..."

                    "...postponing things, playing hard to get..."

                    "I am not hard to get now..."

      We stopped moving in the middle of the "playroom" and kissed again,
and I almost lost my resolve to follow through with my plan as her tongue
dug into my mouth and her hands gripped the back of my head. We strained
against each other and she moaned as my fingers moved down to score across
her curvy ass, and I could feel all of her from our breasts down to our
knees. We were still fully dressed but she was sans brassiere and her sharp
nipples dug into my boobs like little spikes and I made a little sound as
her thigh pressed into my already moist pussy.

                     "...and then the dinner, the champagne. You are
seducing me. After the fact."

                     "...there is no such thing as `after the fact.'
Seduction should be on going, continuous..."

                     "...The gospel according to Pam Barnett?"

                     "The gospel according to your dad."

I was brushing her ass cheeks, my fingers searching for the panty line that
I couldn't find and I could hear her breathing turn heavy as she arched her
back. I flexed my fingers to feel the smooth flesh through the sheer
material, and she hunched against me. Then she crouched to give me an
opening and gasped as my thigh jammed into her crotch. We were hardly
moving and she nuzzled into my neck.

                    "You have done this before..."

                    "Uhmmm...

                    "In college?"

                    "Yes..."

                    "Pull it up... touch me. Was she pretty?"

We stopped and she arched her back and I slipped my hand into the deep
tight crack and heard her gasp as the tip of a finger pressed against the
tiny little rosette. The face, the name came back after so many years.

                    "She was the `house-mother.' She taught me how to
dance... "

                    "I bet! Go in... I want your finger. Did you do this?
Fuck her ass?"

She was tight but slick and her spinster tightened on the lone digit and I
waved yes..."

                    "I spent a year with her. Until I met your dad..."

                   "...and you gave up women. Tell me about him..."

                    "... you were complaining about me postponing
things..."

I pulled out and focused on those wonderfully tight cheeks and she hunched
against me. The teasing was killing us both.

                    "I am learning. What was so special about him? I know
he wasn't extra big..."

                    "...and his maximum was maybe a couple cums, but that
didn't really matter..."

                    "So what did? Was he a good fuck?"

                    "The best!  He worshipped pussy and he was the kinkiest
person I ever met."

                    "...and he taught you things..."

I laughed at that and squeezed even tighter and I could feel her fingers on
my back trying to undo the snaps.

                    "Yes. He taught me things..."

                  "...and now you are going to teach me everything he
taught you and more."

                    "He also appreciated civilization and comfort..."

                    "Like a bed instead of the floor..."

                     "Depended on the urges and the circumstances..."

                     "Right now my urges tell me to throw you on the floor
and rape your ass right here..."

                     "...but you won't. You will take me upstairs and make
love to me on a big comfortable bed."

We were standing still, whispering into each other's mouths, and I could
feel my juices soaking my panties. She nipped my lower lip.

                     "Partially right. We will go upstairs and I will fuck
you crazy on your bed."

I didn't argue on details. I wanted to dash ahead.

                     "Where you used to imagine fucking me, right?"

                     "You knew."

                     "I didn't know. I guessed. I projected."

                     "Projected. You wanted me too."

                     "Oh yes. For years."

                     "Cunt."

                     "Whore"

                     "Bitch."

                     "Your bitch! Tonight I want to be your bitch..."

The words got nastier as Annie led me upstairs, and then I was on my back
on my bed and she was tugging at my panties and the sheet felt cool under
my ass as I stretched out for her. She was kneeling above me while she
pulled my clothes off, and then she sat back on her heels to look at me.
Her eyes were hungry as she looked down at me and the way I felt I knew we
were not going to be able to hold back much longer. Without thinking, I
spread my legs wide for her, and I saw her swallow as my pussy lips yawned
open. She reached out and ran two fingers into my slit.

                      "Open up wide. Stretch the lips apart. I want to
watch you play with your nasty big clit. Then I'm going to fuck you all
night. Your cunt, your ass, and when we finish I will start over again and
fuck you some more..."

 I obeyed and reached down to tug at the hairy, puffy lips, and we both
watched as her fingers corkscrewed into my gaping vagina. She clenched her
teeth as she pushed in me, deeper, harder, her wrist twisting, her fingers
corkscrewing, and I started to pinch my clit. I felt like a hard button and
I pinched even harder.

                       "Was she your first? The house-mother?"

                       "Noo... almost... More. One more..."

                           I gasped as she did as I asked and then her free
hand was on my right breast and her fingers were mauling the soft, fleshy
mound.  She was rough, and I guess she understood me better than I did
myself, because as her nails dug into one long nipple, my whimpers began to
turn into moans. Then she was kissing me, my mouth first, then my boobs,
and I was gasping as her teeth started to worry one fat, bursting knob.
Then and I felt her roll me over, and I had goose bumps because the
position reminded me that for a while at least I was my daughters'
bitch. My back was arched and my knees were sliding apart and my slit was
practically sopping with pussy cream and I knew she was watching me
squirm. She was leaning over me, one hand still stroking into my cunt while
the other became a cruel instrument on my tits. First it was my nipple and
I yelped as she pinched it like a vice but when she hesitated I begged her
not to stop. Then she switched to my ass, and this time she made me
scream. She was very strong and her fingers were like talons but my pussy
felt suddenly empty and I wanted it full. Almost desperately I reached
farther down and whimpered as the cushions of my fingertips curled into my
abandoned gash. I felt her naked body grind against me, felt her muff press
down on my calf, and then suddenly she reached her goal. At first I didn't
know what was happening, but then I did, and realized that at the age of
forty-two I was learning something new. She was rolling her hips and she
was pressing down on me and I moved my foot to co-operate. She was behind
me and I couldn't see anything, but her slit felt hot and slick on my
heel. She was moaning and grinding and her fingers were curled around my
ankle to pull me deeper. Her cunt was clammy and hot and I could feel her
juices staining my foot and I jammed up into her. She was grunting as she
rode me and I could feel her clit grind into my Achilles tendon, and as I
twisted my fingers deeper into my soaking cunt, I wondered how much of my
heel she could possibly take? Then her movements became frantic and I knew
she was coming and I realized that I wasn't too far behind her.

                    I just lay there for a while, with my ass arched high
and Annie's naked body pressing down on me, and my insides were still
shaking when I felt her move. It was just a tiny motion and for a second I
thought that she was rolling away, but she only eased aside a little, and
her lips were moist on the hollow of my back.

                "Sorry mom. That wasn't much of a build up. I guess I just
got carried away."

                "Any more build up and I would have strangled you..."

                "It was your big gorgeous ass that did it. I could just
wallow in your ass and tits. And cunt!"

Then her mouth was moving lower, her tongue licking across the damp skin,
and I held my breath as she assaulted my rear. It was slow and
excruciating, and I cursed myself for ever telling her about fore-play. She
was torturing me and driving me crazy, and I whimpered as her long fingers
began to maul those big, round cheeks. Then she reached under me and I was
on my back, staring up at her.

                "Annie..."

               "Shhh. It's your turn, and I want to watch!"

               "I'm ready. I need you to fuck me!"

              "Start with your tits. You have great tits!"

She was on her side, leaning on one elbow and I closed my eyes in
frustration. She WAS going to torture me. She was going to drag this out. I
moaned as her hand slid over my stomach, the fingers gently pinching the
small roll around the belly button, and I grabbed both my boobs.

               "I need you to fuck me. Got me so hot when you did
that. Rode my heel. "

               "Hmmm. Ever did it before?"

               "Never even imagined it... ohhh..."

She was stroking downward toward my bush and I began to pinch my
nipples. They were already hard and I pressed harder.

               "Not even with Donna? Tell me about her."

               "Never... Oh... She is a bitch. A nasty cheating dyke... oh
baby... yesss..."

She was tugging at my muff, pulling at the hair and my hips began to move.

               "Uhmm. Pull up your knees. I want you wide open. Sounds like
your girlfriend been cheating on you... here. Use this."

               I rolled back and she slipped a pillow under my ass and as I
spread my legs wide I didn't have to look to know I looked like a cheap
whore. An oversized whore with big fat tits, fat round ass and a big
cunt. I started to reach down grab into that heavy bush, but Annie just
shook her head.

              "Later, slut. Your tits first! Hurt them a little. Use the
nails. What did she do?"

              "Not my girlfriend... Partner. She was fucking Bev. Right in
the store...ooh...oh yes..."

She was sucking my belly button and pinching my fat and I was digging my
nails into my nipples, and knew that I was sopping wet again. I wanted
something big in my cunt.

              "The little blond fluff? She has a serious crush on you you
know. So Auntie got to her first."

              "In the office. She was all spread out and that bitch was
sucking her cunt, and then rode her face and..."

              "...and all the time you were watching and were diddling your
nasty fat clit. Did you cum watching them?"

             "Yes. Yesss. So fucking sexy! Those gorgeous little
tits... tight ass... Envied the bitch! Envied both of them."

             "...and then you came home and fucked the bottle..."

            "...and then you came home and fucked me."

I wasn't sure if she approved, but I was beyond caring, and gasped as my
palm pressed down on my gaping hole. It was clammy and hot and my clit felt
thick, and then I felt her move and knew that her control was slipping too.

            "Roll back more. I want your ass!"

               Annie was kneeling between my legs, forcing them higher and
I saw her eyes focusing on the stretched little anus just below my oozing
slit. I was wide open and had three fingers curled into me and I pushed
down to pouch out the hungry little rosette I wanted her to fuck. Except it
wasn't that little. Phil had seen to that. He loved to sit in the big arm
chair with me on his lap, his long slim cock buried balls deep in my ass,
his fingers pulling at my tits, while he was whispering filthy things in my
ear. It had been painful at first and I only did it because he wanted it,
but after a while the pain disappeared and I became a convert. My husband
had been an ass-man, and in time I became an ass-slut, and now I wanted to
become my daughter's ass-bitch. I yelped as she bent forward and the broad
flat of her tongue brushed across the deep, sweaty crease, and reached
lower to twist more of my hand into my cunt. I was knuckle deep now and my
palm was saturated, and I almost screamed as her lips sealed off the
secondary hole and began to suck on my ass. I always felt that it was dirty
and gross, but in time I came to admit that it was the nastiness that made
it such a turn on for me. I felt her nose bump into my fingers and then
that wonderfully long, sharp tongue of hers' began to corkscrew up into my
bowels. Annie was snorting as she ate me and the way she burrowed close I
knew that she wanted to push deeper, and I rolled even higher to open
myself more. Then there was a point she couldn't go beyond, and finally she
lifted her head.

                "More? You want more?"

                "Yes. Yes!  More! Harder! Use your fingers. Go deep!"

         She started out slow, only the tip of two fingers at first, but
after a while her self control gave out. Within seconds she was knuckle
deep in the slimy rear chute and she was twisting her hand to increase the
friction on the tender canal.  They felt slim and hard and I wanted more,
and then I felt the third digit slip into my ass and I was making little
grunting noises as she corkscrewed into me. We were both sweating and her
fingers were moving deeper and faster and I felt my rear loosen as the
juices kept seeping out of me.  My clit felt huge and my hand was almost
frantic now and we both knew that I was on the very edge: Just one more
push. Just one little shove...

               "Smack me. Smack my ass!"

I was grunting the words and she didn't hear me and I told her again and
felt her freeze. Then she moved to change the angle and I felt the nails of
her right hand scratch lightly across the smooth skin.

                 "That's it, isn't it?  The pain."

                 "Yes... Just a little..."

                 "Like this?"

                 "Ooooh. Oh my GOD!"

                 "Or like this?"

                 "Oh...OOOHHHH"

                 "More? Less?  Want me to stop?"

                 "No. NO! Don't stop. Oh God. Don't stop!"

                 I was sobbing as I said that and I felt her hesitate and
heard her suck in her breath. My ass cheeks stung but the heat in my belly
made the pain feel good, and I wanted more. She was kneeling beside me now
and her fingers were replaced by her thumb in my rear, and as I stared at
her long, hard nipples, I wondered if I'd ever get the chance to take those
things up my cunt. Then she slapped down, very hard, and the pain was like
an electric shock that sparked right into my womb. She was strong and she
wasn't holding back and she was hurting me but I was too horny to stop
her. Almost blindly I groped into the bedside drawer and my fingers curled
around my magic wand.

                 "This. Use this!"

It was about 18" long, slim, with two tapering heads, more rubber then
plastic, a present from Phil and our all time favorite. It was utilitarian,
felt natural and it was versatile, and it was the versatility I wanted.

                  "...like a belt. Use it like a belt!"

That stopped her and she hesitated and her voice was an uncertain whisper
as she took the thing from me.

                 "Mom..."

                 "It's OK. Do it. I want it!"

                  "Jesus, You sure?..."

                 "Do it! Do it! Whip my ass! Hard. I want it hard! Want to
cum... "

I expected the pain, but it was sharper then I remembered, and the second
smack was harder still. I wanted to cry, wanted to scream at her to stop,
that it was too much, but I didn't, because it wasn't. What I had said to
Annie about a little pain was true, most of the time. But not now! This
time I wanted the hurt. I wanted to feel the sharp cutting sting that bit
into my skin with every stroke. I had most of my hand in my cunt, my
knuckles pressing into the very edge of my hairy slit, and as I kept
groping into the swampy, creamy gash, I could feel her thumb twisting into
my ass-hole through the thin wall that separated the two apertures. I was
fucking my cunt and she was fucking my ass and she was whipping me with
that rubber dildo and neither of us realized that we were slipping out of
control. I was moaning, whimpering and I heard Annie call me names and my
ass was aflame and then I started to cum.

            It was a long, drawn out orgasm, one of those rare ones that
are almost violent yet go on and on: the kind that leave you high and ready
to go even after you think you have been fucked to death. With me the
catatonic state lasted only for a very short time, and even while I lay
there gasping, trembling, I was aware of the hunger deep in my belly. I
wasn't finished. I wanted a lot more. Slowly, blindly, I reached out for my
daughter, and as she snuggled down on me I felt her shiver, and I knew it
wasn't from chill. Her mouth was open and hungry and I felt her hips grind
into me as her pussy was searching for contact. She wasn't finished either.

            "You came didn't you? You came big..."

            "Uhmm...very big! You are a fiend. I think I am dead."

            "Oh..."

I felt her stiffen a little and realized that she misunderstood me. I
hugged her tighter, loving the feel of her sweaty boobs pressing into mine
and kissed her lips to shut her up.

            "The only reason I know I am still alive is because my ass is
burning and my clit is ready to fall off and my pussy is begging for
more..."

This time she cut off the words with a kiss, and her eyes were bright when
she lifted her head back to look at me.

            "You can't be serious. Begging for more? After all this? At
your age?"

            "You are right. Too old.  Dead. ...uhh...uhmmm"

She shifted a bit and I sighed as one of her hands began to slide down on
my tummy toward my muff. Then I felt the cool hardness of the long rubber
dildo on my gaping hole, and she wrinkled her nose at me.

            "That's fine. I always wondered about necrophilia." I had to
laugh.

            "I didn't think you knew the word."

            "Oh, we kinky perverts know a lot of words. Still, I prefer you
alive and aware when I fuck you next. You want a suck?"

The silky head of the long double cock was about as thick as the average
prick, and I closed my eyes as she pushed the dong between my lips. She was
moving it gently and the way she was trembling I knew that sleep was a long
way off. I twisted my head aside and my voice was raspy as I began to push
her hand toward my cunt.

           "Put it in me. I rather fuck while I am still alive."

We both watched as the pink hose began to disappear between the plump,
swollen pussy lips, and I sighed contentedly as it reached bottom. A good
ten inches was still sticking out, and laughing, I twisted my hips at her.

           "OK baby, it's YOUR turn. Want a suck?"

Annie was laughing too as the free head pushed into her mouth, but I could
only stare as more and more of that monster disappeared between her
lips. Then she turned her eyes up at me and began to move her head back and
forth and that gorgeous prick started to slide in and out of me, and I was
no longer laughing. The thing felt satiny smooth and hard and so much like
a real cock, and without wanting to, I began to rock my pelvis towards
her. Never taking her eyes off me, Annie kept moving her head, kept fucking
my cunt, and it took all my willpower to finally pull away.

            "Not like this. On your side. Lift your leg."

She guessed what I wanted and then I was kneeling over the V of her thighs
and without me asking she pulled the lips of her pussy apart. She was moist
and shell pink inside and her clit seemed ready to burst, and my hand was
sweating as I jiggled the tip of the hard rubber dong into her hole. She
was breathing hard and I shuffled closer, but I wasn't completely sure.

             "You want this? I want to fuck you! I want to ram it up to
your tonsils!"

             "Yes. Oh shit yes! Fuck it. All of it. I want all of it!"

 It wasn't the perfect position and I had to grip the cock to keep it in
line, but Annie was wet and open and the dick slid into her like hot knife
into butter. We were in a kind of scissor configuration linked together by
this 18" long rubber dildo, and as I hunched my hips and saw the cock slide
deeper into her gaping, hairy cunt, I had the sense that I actually had a
prick and was really fucking her. It was an incredible turn on, and in that
split second I realized that I found my role in life: I wanted to fuck. I
wanted to fuck women! I wanted to fuck them all!"

             "Play with your clit... I want to see!"

There was a no nonsense rasp in the command and she obeyed and my mouth
felt dry as I watched the slick rod piston into her just under the two slim
fingers that strummed the swollen little nub. She was oozing and the cream
was seeping down her right thigh into her ass cheeks, and I wasn't aware of
my free hand moving until the words tumbled out.

             "Yes. That too.  Fuck both. My ass too. Oh shit... oh shit..."

Annie had one leg under my ass and the other pulled up to her chin and she
was whining as I pushed two long fingers deep up her rear chute. Her eyes
were half closed and her tits were jiggling to the rhythm of her gyrating
hips, and I couldn't believe how much of that incredible prick she was
taking. We each had nearly half and I saw the distance between us shrink
with every thrust, and I let go of the shaft. She gasped as I made the last
lunge and then our cunts were grinding together and I reached out to touch
her damp boobs. Her eyes were glazed and the sweat was pouring off her and
I knew she didn't know that she was babbling:

             "Cumming... I'm gonna cum... you are fucking making me
cum... my cunt, my ass, my tits... I'm cuming... oh shit, oh shit, I'm
cuming...

I didn't say anything. I couldn't. The silky hard feel of her clit grinding
into mine was simply too much. I was just gasping when my pussy exploded...