While Wendy and Terry were writhing in the throes of their wild orgasms, Sheila was walking the streets, not knowing what to do with herself. She had more or less promised the two young lovers that she would leave them alone for the night. She wondered how long they would take fucking each other, wondered how untiring their passion was. She couldn't take the risk of going home early and interrupting them at their lovemaking. That would be horribly embarrassing for them and horribly tempting for her. For by now, Sheila's pussy positively blazed for her young son.
Sheila had taken in a late movie, although she hadn't paid a bit of attention to it. Her mind had been filled with visions of her son and the wild things he was doing to Wendy while she sat there in the lonely theater wishing she had his prick between her legs.
She had left the theater before the movie had ended and had set herself adrift in the city.
Everywhere around her were young lovers, holding hands, kissing in the shadows. She heard girls giggling occasionally, heard laughter drifting down from bedroom windows, and the laughter made her feel terribly sad. If only she could let herself go! If only she were not haunted by images of Terry and the lust she felt for him!
Sheila walked for what seemed like hours. She might have walked even longer if the flash of a movie marquee hadn't shocked her into consciousness. She was grateful for the flashing lights, grateful that they had shaken her out of her sleepwalking trance.
Sheila had somehow wandered into the red-light section of town, a section typified by dives, strip shows, dirty movies and the like. She had never been anywhere near such things before, although it wasn't the sexual nature of the entertainment that had kept her away.
In the past she had been afraid of venturing into such places by herself. It was dangerous after all for an unescorted woman to wander into such places, especially a woman as beautiful as herself. But tonight she was too upset and confused to worry about such things as her personal safety, and she was too sexually excited to resist the temptation that was all about her.
Taking a deep breath and summoning up her courage, Sheila entered a small theater advertising adult films. She found the place more than a bit sleazy, although she had to admit that there was something strangely exciting about the atmosphere of the place. The air was full of cigar and cigarette smoke.
She soon realized to her embarrassment that she was the only woman in the audience. Nervously she found the only empty seat in the place and stumbled to the center of the crowded aisle. She sat down, holding her breath and trying desperately to forget that she was the object of everyone's attention.
Sheila stared at the screen and hoped her growing excitement was not too noticeable. The sucking and fucking on the screen was already fast and furious. She felt her responsive cunt warming as she watched the characters indulging in all sorts of wild sexual activities.
After a few minutes of watching the characters fucking and sucking on the screen, Sheila could feel her cunt getting moist between her tightly closed legs. She could hardly tear her eyes away from the young stud on the screen, could hardly tear her eyes away from his huge cock and hairy nuts, could hardly tear her eyes away from the juncture of his cock and his young sex-partner's delicious-looking twat.
The stud on the screen reminded her of Terry, reminded her of the young son she had entered the theater to forget.
The young stud had a boyish grin like Terry's and a huge cock that swelled with masculine power just as Terry's always did when he fucked Wendy. He even seemed to move with Terry's carefully controlled athletic grace. The more she watched the young fucker fucking the beautiful dark-haired young girl, the more Sheila tingled between her legs, the more her cunt oozed, the more her clit burned, the more her cunt-muscles twitched.
Sheila couldn't help herself. She felt her hips gyrating almost imperceptibly, felt her ass moving against the hard seat. She had been hot and horny for far too long, had done without a cock for too many years, had longed for her young son far too long.
She felt as if all her pent-up lusts were about to be unleashed, felt as if the slightest spark could kindle a fire of passion that could consume her. If only she hadn't entered the theater! If only she had controlled herself and had walked back to her car! But it was too late now, and she knew that she had to suffer the consequences of her lust, no matter how embarrassing.
Sheila pressed her legs together tightly, as if she could quiet her twat by clamping her legs over her pussy. But it was impossible to stop her pussy from having its way now.
She wished she had her plastic dildo now, wished that she were alone in her silky bed, wished that she were naked and writhing with lust. She knew that the theater was dark and buried in shadows. But there were men all about her, men who were watching her out of the corners of their eyes.
Would they see her if she let her hand fall to her lap? Would they see her if she slowly gathered her dress between her legs and began moving her long practiced fingers against her wet seething cunt? Did she dare finger-fuck her cunt in the presence of all those horny men? It was dangerous and depraved. She had to try it!
Her fingers seemed to descend between her trembling legs on their own volition, as if drawn to the warmth of her twat. She felt her dress moving up slowly as it was gathered between her legs, exposing her knees then her thighs.
Her eyes flashed with lust, darting here and there, trying to see if she was being noticed. The more she played with her cunt the more she became aware of the men around her. In the darkness of the theater she thought she saw the man next to her moving his hand over his lap. The more she concentrated on the man the more excited she became. The man next to her wasn't a man at all! It was a boy who sat on her right!
Her mind flashed with excitement when she realized that the boy next to her was probably no older than fifteen or sixteen.
He was jacking off!
Surely the boy knew that she was sitting next to him! Surely he knew that she could see him clearly enough out of the corner of her eye. The boy seemed to be concentrating on the action on the screen while beating himself off.
Sheila wished she could take his big young prick in her hand and finish the job for him. She wished she could rub his cock up and down until his hot young sperm spurted all over the seat in front of him. The more she thought about it the more the idea seemed within possibility.
If the boy was willing to haul out his big thick prick and masturbate so near her, perhaps he wouldn't mind her fingers on his cock. Did she have the nerve to drop her hand on the boy's lap? Did she have the nerve to approach this boy who seemed to be tempting her with his nasty act?
Sheila felt her hand rising from her own lap where her fingers had been moving against her sensitive cunt, felt her hand moving slowly toward the young boy's lap. She took a deep breath and shifted her position on the seat, half facing the boy. She heard the boy's hand making slurping sounds as it ran up and down the slickened shaft of his cock. Her hand was incredibly close to the boy's erection, felt the heat of it.
Sheila gasped suddenly as her fingers wrapped around his erect shaft, gasped as if she hadn't really expected her hand to wrap around his dick.
Sheila grasped the kid's cock hard. She heard the boy moan softly when he felt her warm hand replacing his own on his slippery prick. He didn't seem too surprised by her sudden participation in his masturbatory activities, a fact that assured her that he had been tempting her all the time.
She felt as if she were being watched, as if every eye in the house were on her, but she didn't care. She wanted the boy desperately and she was going to have him, no matter how public her nasty act was, no matter how depraved. If the boy wanted it, so did she.
The boy didn't say a word as she began slowly stroking his jutting cock up and down. He dropped his hands to his knees and let her jack him off to her heart's content, breathing heavily as the hot-assed older woman made his balls feel like hot coals.
Sheila rubbed her thumb over the underside of the boy's aching cock, making him jump each time her thumb ran over his ultra-sensitive flesh. The hot cock seemed to get harder and harder by the second, seemed to grow and grow as if it would never reach its full length and thickness. It arched up and out, reaching for the ceiling it seemed.
Sheila's hand was sopping wet with the boy's slippery pre-seminal oozings. Her cunt was wet too, wet with the oozings of her own pussy fluids.
Sheila's mouth was wet and longing to suck the boy's cock deep into her throat. Staring into the boy's lap, she could almost taste his big dick in her mouth. It had been so long since she had had a strong cock in her mouth, so long since she had tasted saltiness of pre-cum, so long since she had felt the hot blood pounding in a man's cock. Not since she had divorced her husband had she really abandoned herself to the urgings of her lusts, and now she was doing the most depraved things imaginable in full view of dozens of dirty-minded men.
Sheila was still jerking the boy off eagerly when he shifted in his seat until he faced her more directly. Sheila took his movement as an invitation to go even farther with her sexual activities.
Her mouth watering for hot cock, she bent over the boy's lap, moving her lovely face closer and closer to the dripping shaft of his prick. She dared to look up at the face of the boy whose cock she was about to suck and saw a nasty boyish grin that made her cunt twitch.
Without saying a word, she moved her face into his lap, grazing the lips of his cockhead with her tongue, tasting the droplet of pre-cum that she had caused to ooze from his cockhole by running her thumb up the underside of his rod.
The young boy sat bolt upright when he felt Sheila's warm mouth closing around the shaft of his dripping dick. He reached out and grabbed the back of the lovely older woman's head, forcing her down into his lap, forcing her to take even more of his throbbing cock into her mouth.
Sheila knew from his total lack of self-consciousness that the young boy had had a great deal of sexual experience. She felt the force of his strong and self-assured hands against the back of her head, felt his wild urgency as he pressed her head into his lap.
The boy's open zipper scratched against her silken cheeks as he forced her face into his lap. His wiry black pubic hair rubbed against her forehead. She felt the animal heat of his straining lower body, felt it rising from his hot balls. She inhaled the masculine scent of his balls, was almost overcome by it. It was all too much for her.
At first the horny Sheila had participated willingly, almost desperately, in the nasty activities with the young stranger. When she began to feel the real strength of the young stud, however, she began to have second thoughts about the depraved act she was committing so openly in the crowded theater.
When she felt the boy's urgency, she began to lose the feeling of self-assuredness that had made her plunge headlong into the dizzying whirlpool of her lusts. The boy was suddenly too strong, too manly, too forceful, too much like her former husband, the man she had learned to loathe.
Sheila suddenly regretted having allowed her eyes to fall to the boy's lap in the first place, regretted having entered the shadowy theater. She was finding it difficult to breathe as the boy began bucking his lean young ass, forcing more and more of his thick cock down her grasping throat.
Every time his prick-head banged against the back of her throat she nearly choked on the huge cock. Desperately, she tried to raise her head off the boy's jutting cock, but to no avail.
The harder she tried to pull off his prick the harder he held her fast on it. She tried to sit up, but even that effort failed her. The boy was bent on face-fucking her until she strangled on his sperm.
She was terrified. She tried to scream out her fear, but even that was impossible, the kid's big cock was so tightly crammed into her mouth.
As if her impaling were not enough, Sheila suddenly became aware of something warm on her leg. A hand! She felt her stomach knot suddenly. Still trying desperately to raise herself up off the boy's lap, she tried to see out of the corner of her eye whose hand had fallen on her naked leg. The more she struggled, the farther her dress rucked up, baring more and more of her dark satiny legs. The hand on her bare flesh gripped her more and more tightly, squeezing her shaking leg and moving farther and farther up along her thigh. It wasn't long before the rough hand had found its way all the way to the damp crotch of her panties.
Sheila felt the man's big rough hand kneading the soft jiggling flesh of her upper legs near the crotch of her flimsy garment. Fingers began scratching at the wet gauzy covering. It was a strange feeling, this mixture of intense fear and burning sexual excitement. For, as terrified as Sheila was, she could still not control the tingling, itching sensations in her eager twat.
She tried to look up at the boy, tried to see what expression was on his face now that he had her where he wanted her. He let her raise herself up off his cock just far enough to look down at her lovely face.
A broad wicked grin spread over the kid's face as he stared into her eyes-brimming with tears. She knew that she would be shown no mercy by the lecherous young punk.
"I gotta get me some of that stuff too, kid!" Sheila heard a deep voice growl behind her.
"Help yourself, man! She's a horny bitch! There's plenty of her to go around!" The boy laughed, looking behind him at a rough-looking man of forty or so.
Sheila gasped when she realized what was about to happen to her. It couldn't be true! She had to be dreaming a horrible nightmare! Was she really about to be cruelly raped by the shadowy figures whose eyes had been eating her up while she masturbated and sucked the boy? The revulsion she felt when two powerful men grabbed her and held her fast was horrible beyond description.
Sheila felt herself being lifted and laid over the arm of the seat next to her, felt her legs draped over the arm and spread open roughly by one of the many heavily breathing men who had suddenly gathered around her. The boy whose cock she had been sucking so eagerly only moments before stood up and watched while the crowd of horny men surrounded her.
Sheila struggled desperately, but to no avail. Any one of the men would have been too powerful to resist. Now she was about to be raped by several men at once. Her mind reeled with terror.
She screamed when she felt her dress being torn away, exposing her naked tits. She shivered with fear when she felt what was left of her dress being rucked up violently, exposing her naked legs and the crotch of her panties.
Strong hands grabbed her tits, squeezing big handfuls of yielding tit-flesh. Eager fingers held her legs, held her hard while other hands roved up and down her inner thighs.
She tried to scream out her terror again and again, but each time she tried, a hard hand clamped over her face and held her down. She could see the boy, whose cock had tempted her, standing in the shadows and beating himself off leisurely while the other men had their fun with her. She tried to scream again when she felt a hot hand clamp over her crotch.
Shivers ran up and down her spine when she felt fingers scratching against the damp crotch of her gauzy panties. Her cunt twitched and tingled inside in spite of her efforts to control herself. Even as she writhed in fear and loathing, her responsive cunt began to regain control of her emotions. In spite of her attempts to resist the warming sensations between her legs, she was slowly but undeniably melting, slowly giving in to the wildness between her legs.
"Hey, buddy, I think this little bitch likes it! How 'bout that! She likes havin' her Goddamn clothes torn off her! Her fuckin' cunt's gettin' wet!" one of the men said with a dirty sneer.
"I gotta get a closer look at that cunt!" another of the rapists growled, tugging her panties down and staring at the furry nest of her dark delicious twat.
Sheila tensed. She felt her pouting cuntlips being spread open, felt the raggedy flesh of her pussy-lips being pulled apart by hard fingers bent on violating her in the most depraved way possible. She felt incredibly helpless as the men explored her naked pussy so lecherously.
"Jesus Christ! What a fuckin' pussy! Nice and juicy! She's gonna love it, men! Goddamn!" a tall man laughed as he played with Sheila's wet cunt.
Sheila felt a long eager finger pushing between her twat-lips and entering the hot-pink gash of her pussy. The finger pushed all the way inside her, crooking and scraping against the wet flesh of her inner cunt. She tried to control herself, but the sensations the man's finger inspired in her pussy were just too much for her. Her twat was growing hotter and hotter by the second, and the heartless rapists seemed to be well aware of her condition.
"Shit, she's got a tight cunt! I can feel that fucker workin' on my Goddamn fuck-finger, you guys! Damn she's tight!"
"Tight and tasty?" another voice chimed in.
"Don't know 'bout tasty, man! Why don't you taste while I finger-fuck the bitch?" the tall man suggested, beginning to stroke his finger in and out of her grasping twat.
"Good fuckin' idea! Gimme room, men! I'm gonna take a little taste!" a short burly man in a T-shirt said.
"No, no, please!" Sheila cried, her voice muffled by a heavy hand over her mouth. "Don't do that to me! Please!"
"Shut up, bitch! You asked for this, baby, and you're gonna get it!" the barrel-chested man roared. "You sure liked suckin' that kid's dick, lady! Well, cunt, now you're gonna get some from a real man!"
"Yeah, bitch, that was real cute! Suckin' a kid's dick! Beatin' him off like that! Goddamn, woman, he's only a boy! Shit, baby, he's young enough to be your fuckin' son! Don't tell us a hot cunt like you is scared of real men! That it? Get your kicks by fuckin' boys?"
A rough hand squeezed Sheila's tits, making her nipples stiff and excited.
"No! I… I didn't… I mean… I… I'm afraid…" Sheila cried.
"You like this, baby?" the burly man asked with a sneer on his face, burying his face between her writhing legs and pressing his lips against her wet pussy.
"No! No! I… no… oh God… oh… ohhhhhhhhhhh!" Sheila sobbed, feeling herself giving in to her blazing sexual excitement.
"Yeah! Sure! She loves it all right! Look at them eyes, you guys! Look at them fuckin' eyes! Them's whore's eyes!" another onlooker said, standing on one of the seats behind her, looking down on her from his vantage point.
"Damn right! Cheap little slut! Let's show her a good time!" another tall man said.
Sheila's cunt sucked at the short burly man's impaled tongue; sucked at it in spite of herself. The tall man's finger was still buried between her legs. He rubbed her tits with one hand while he finger-fucked her cunt with the other. She was held down by at least three other men, held down hard and fast while they used her at will.
"Like big dicks, baby? Like 'em? Like 'em? Answer me, little bitch!"
"No! No! Don't! Please!" Sheila screamed.
"You're lyin', bitch! You like big dicks don't you? Come on, slut, admit it! You like big hard cocks! You like to suck on 'em and take 'em up your Goddamn twat! Right? Right?" the man rasped, moving up against her face, pressing his swelling crotch against her cheek.
"No! No! Oh God! Don't! Please! Please! Leave me alone! You animals! You filthy animals!" Sheila cried bitterly.
"Sure, bitch, we're all animals! We're gonna fuck you like an animal too! Scared of men huh? That's wild! How 'bout a lesson or two, baby? How 'bout suckin' a big man's cock?"
"Sure, man, give the bitch a taste! God she's got a tasty pussy! You give her your cock and I'll suck her twat!" the burly man between her legs said, his lips grazing the lips of her musky cunt.
"Sure, man, get it out! Get that fucker out and let the bitch eat it! She sucks damn good!" the heartless young boy snickered, still beating himself off slowly, working his tight balls into a frenzy while he watched the older woman being cruelly violated.