Madonna And Whore

The kid's cock was wedged up my wife's cunt. She was moaning hard. Semen was smeared over her tits and neck. He was rutting hard into her slit, as if he would fill her with come at any second.

I was sitting on our bedroom chair, naked, stroking my cock, watching my wife straddling Jerem. He was one of the Prodigal Sons, a very young, wayward man. My wife Chastity was one of the wives who supervised the Prodigals. She was supposed to steer them back to the Godly path, with her maternal instincts and chaste example. But she had different ideas.

She was riding him hard, backward, facing me, so I could see it all. His hefty cock was deep in her, stretching her pussy lips, and she was emitting whimpering sounds. Jerem had his hands on her hips, rocking her back and forth on his cock.

"Damn it, you're such a slut Mrs. Blein," he hissed. My wife let out a howl. "You squeezed out three kids but this cunt is still tight like a vice!"

He began to slap her ass hard. He had a wonderful view of her gorgeous cheeks spread to accommodate his girth. He was treating her like whore.

Just that morning, Chastity dressed in a proper conservative dress, and got the kids off to the Academy. As they got on the transport, she waved to them from the walkway. Then she then had a meeting with the District Selectman. She was their Sexual Ethics Consultant. Her final meeting for the day with the organizer of the Marriage League. She spoke to young girls about the dangers of premarital sex. She was an outstanding member of the community. Chastity Blein was well known for her work with young people struggling with their emerging sexual impulses.

I arrived home early from the Economics Bureau where I was a Vice Director. I knew Jerem was due to arrive at 11am, and my penis had never been harder. My wife came home at 10:45, put her things down, and sat on the couch. She crossed her legs. If she was nervous, it didn't show in her face or demeanor. She was taking great risks - we both were - but she was composed. In our society, people like us were permitted to break rules others could be sent away for, if we were discreet. And we planned on being so.

At 35, my wife was still young, but three children had left its mark - but I found that mark appealing. She looked like a woman who was still fertile, with an ample bosom, and tapered waist, broad hips and long, shapely legs. She had gray eyes and brown hair that fell to the small of her back. She was matronly in the most attractive sense of the word: big of tits, round of ass, soft in some places and hard in others.

Up to this point, I knew she wasn't happy. She had desires that were not being met as a mother and wife. We had many talks about how to help her. Like these:

"I feel pure, like a mother of three children. But I also feel like a whore. I'm not expressing that part and it's killing me."

"I'm happy with my life. With you, the kids. But the whore in me needs to come out. I want to do this - but I need your guidance and involvement."

"I want to be fucked by young man, with you watching. I want them to treat me roughly like a slut. I want them to come in my pussy. I want you to then shoot your come into me - hard - and reclaim my cunt."

When she first told me this one night, I called her a whore, ripped her nightgown apart, and fucking her as if she was not my wife, but a cheap slut. She loved it; the more we talked about her fucking young men, and me reclaiming her, the better our sex. It was intoxicating; a drug we both shared. Eventually, fantasy was not enough and we needed to set the rules, and find a supply of young men.

"We should have a routine," I added. "Every Thursday afternoon. It should be from 11 to 2 and no later. This way we have time before the kids return." She agreed. There was an obvious pool of troubled young men to tap.

"We need certain boys from the Prodigal Sons," I stated. She frowned. This was a big step. The other source was boys from the Outer Fringes - but that carried many risks.

"We could start with Jerem," she suggested. I could see the gears in her head turning. "He's a bad apple. He would do it and keep his mouth shut. He is one or two Sins from exile to the Other Fringe

"We can blackmail him into silence." I said, "If he tells The Chastity Patrols you fucked, they will a an laugh him all the way to the Outer Fringe." She thought for a few moments.

"That's not a bad idea," she answered and looked at me and then looked away.

"So would he fuck you?" I continued. My wife laughed.

"Damn right he would. He has more Sins than are on his record - and nearly all of them are sexual."

On Thursday my wife led Jerem into the house. We had agreed that the sex would take place on our marriage bed. Despite his reputation for all sorts of wrongdoing, the kid looked worried and scared.

"I want you to fuck my wife, Jerem," I told him. "You can do anything you want - but don't hurt her. I know you fuck Out Fringe Whores. Use her like that - for your pleasure. She likes rough sex, and dirty talk. So feel free to let loose. You can smack her tits and ass - but open handed." If he was confused about being brought to our house, he looked dumfounded after my orientation.

"You want me to have sex with Mrs. Blein," he stuttered. "Your wife?"

"Yes, he does," my wife answered. "And I do, too. But there you are to tell no one. I'm on the Morals Council. If you tell anyone about this, they will take your lie and make it an infraction, and you'll face Exile." The boy looked confused in a different way, his face turning red.

We were silent for a beat. Then I walked over to my wife, and took her jacket off, then her top. I unstrapped her bra, and her massive tits came spilling out. Jerem's mouth was wide open.

"We are only using the threat to make sure you keep your mouth shut about this," I told him, standing behind my wife and grasping one of her tits, pulling it up and flicking her fertile nipples. "You get to fuck this whore. And that is what she is when you fuck her - a dirty whore. Treat her like she is here for your pleasure. Come in her mouth, her pussy, or her ass. When you shoot your come in her, I'll be next. If you tell anyone, no more fucks, and Exile. I think the choice is easy."

My wife walked up to him, and knelt. She smiled. She opened his pants, and a stiff hard cock popped out.

"That's a nice one, boy," she said in a sultry tone. "I'm going to clean it till it shines." Before I could register any of this, she popped the head of his cock in her mouth, and began to suck and lick. I was spellbound, and Jerem was moaning uncontrollably. I was so excited I was shaking. I walked around them, mesmerized. I wanted Jerem to touch her. I came alongside them.

"Reach out and squeeze her tits," I told him. "Hard! She loves it."

His hands reached out, and grasped her breasts. He was gentle at first, but my wife moaned through the cock lodged in her mouth. He then grew more bold, and squeezed them hard. He took the ripe nipples in his fingers, and pinched. My wife screamed and pulled his cock from her lips.

"You like that, Mrs. Blein," the boy spat. "You walk around with God, preaching to people, but what you really want is a hard dick like an Outer Fringe slut!"

"I want your dirty cock," my wife answered, licking the shaft of his member. "I want you to use me like those Fringe bitches." On hearing this, he sprung up, and stood before her.

"Get more spit on it, whore," he ordered. My wife drooled on his cock. "Drool on your tits, bitch, I'm gonna fuck them." She did, and he squared up before her. My wife scooped her heaving breasts, and made him a cunt to fuck. He pushed into her deep cleavage, and groaning pitilessly.

"Damnit, you whore," he hissed. "You fed your bratty kids with these mams. Now I'll cream all over them!" And that was it. My wife reclined back, and he moved forward, and his come squirted on her tits. He pumped his cock, and she moved about so it coated her nipples, her tits, her cleavage, her neck. He had a lot of seed in those big balls. He cursed mighty as he came.

"Goddamn bitch," he screamed. "Coating your whore tits with my jizz. Take every drop you slut!" My wife certainly did. Her upper body was soaked with streaks of Jerem's come. When he stepped back, I saw his dick was still hard.

"Good job, Jerem," she told him, standing up. "But you can do better." He was hunched over and breathing hard. My wife stepped toward him, and removed his shirt. He was naked now. I came forward and pulled my wife's skirt down. Then he panties. Jerem took it all in. He gazed at her pussy. She smiled at him.

"You little dirty bastard," she taunted. "I'm gonna ride your filthy prick while facing Mr. Blein. He can watch your cock wedged deep in me. You'd better smack my ass as I rid you. You'd better turn it bright red.

She pushed Jerem to the bed. He was a slim boy, and my wife was matronly and curvaceous. Her ass was round and broad but high. The juxtaposition of their two body types was almost too much: she was the mother and whore and he was the slim neophyte. I stripped and sat low in the chair. I stroked myself, but carefully. I wanted to come in her once he had spent.

She mounted him and slid his hefty cock into her slit. She ground down on it, and moaned. Jerem let out a low cry. Then she started to raise and lower herself on the kid's meat. It was quite a sight. She looked at me with a mask of lust on her face. She looked gorgeous. She began to move faster. Jerem began to moan and slap her ass with gusto.

"Ride me slut," I heard him taunt her. "Suck the come out of me with that nasty cunt." The ass slapping and the coarse language made my wife ride the boy harder and scream. He was going to come quickly, which was fine by me. I wanted to come in my slut wife.

"Fucking your cock," my wife hissed and she bounced faster on him. Her tits and hair were everywhere.

"I'm coming whore," he announced. "Push down on me and squeeze my balls!" She did, pushing on his cock so it was wedged all the way in her cunt as she reached down and grasped his stones swollen with seed, and squeezed them hard. And that was it. He came.

"Take it, cunt!" he screamed. "Take every drop you cheap slut!"

"Hot come in my pussy," my wife answered, grinding into this prick. "All the way up my slit!"

When he was finished, she fell off the cock and lay on the bed next to the boy. I mounted her in an instant. She seemed confused. Her legs were closed.

"Legs wide open slut," I hissed as I probed to penetrate her slit. "Spread them, damn you, and take another load!" She wasn't listening so I smacked both her tits hard. They were wet with semen. She opened her legs and lifted them.

"Higher!" I ordered. "I want you bare assed and spreading," and then she obeyed, and I found the spot, and sunk my cock deep in her. She was soaking wet. I could feel his come all around my grinding prick. I was pressed to her sticky, come covered tits. I was ready to blow.

"Coming in your sloppy cunt," I hissed. "You dirty bitch, take it," and she did, and I shot and screamed. It was like I was emptying my vital insides in her pussy. She grasped my ass painfully.

"Shoot it in!" she commanded. "Take my pussy back!"

When my last drop was in her, all three of us lay on the bed, spent.

The next night I wanted to fuck Chastity like I never had before. But we were required attend an Assembly of God meeting in Burg, with the kids in tow. She was dressed in her knee length wool skirt. I imagined those legs, nude, spread obscenely, dripping with Jerem's seed. I was going insane. To the whole world she looked like a simple modern, contemporary Madonna, but I knew she was a wanton Whore.

That night, we fucked, and the words we exchanged were charged and filthy. She was riding me, her massive tits bouncing up and down. I had a hand on her stomach, and another on her ass. She was like the Queen of Sad whores, a legend in the Outer Fringe, a mature woman who could ride cock all day and night.

"What a whore you are," I taunted. "Only whores take two loads in their slits."

"You fucking faggot," she returned. "Only queers want to fuck in other men's jizz"

With that I exploded, and pushed her off me. I twisted her, so her ass was nearly sideways, and penetrated her hard from that angle. I sawed into her and she screamed without control. I covered her mouth.

"You'll wake the kids, you slut," and I pressed down on her. I slapped her ass hard until her right cheek was beet red. I didn't care if she wanted it this way or not. In fact, it got me hot thinking that she didn't want this. I wanted to force her to fuck. I wanted it to hurt. I was more than ready to come.

"Coming in your dirty cunt!" I screamed, loud enough to wake the kids. I removed my hand from her mouth.

"Shoot it in there, you sick prick!" she yelled. And I did, and it seemed to last forever.

"Hot jizz deep in my slit!" she yelled, grasping me. It was too much.

We fucked like this nearly ever day until Jerem arrived on Thursday.

Our house is long, and a back wing is partially hidden by woods. He entered that way. I took him to the bedroom. I told him Mrs. Blein was waiting for him, and I hoped he was ready.

"I'm more than ready to ream your wife out," he sneered. "When I'm done with that cunt, it will be loose as shit!" He was getting cocky.

When we entered the bedroom, my wife was naked but for a pair of stockings and a garter belt. She was glowing with anticipation. She was the kind of woman any man, at any age, would desire. Her body shouted health and fertility.

"You ready to screw me, you loser," she taunted him. "You would never in your entire life get a pussy of my quality if my husband didn't share it with you!" Her words angered him, and he was out of his clothes on the bed in a flash. He mounted her hard, and wedged his cock deep in her cunt. They both grunted as he began to pump her.

"You dirty whore," he hissed. "I'm gonna split you in half."

"Take it you little bastard," she spat. "It's a better cunt than you'll ever lay." He was really angry now. He reached up, and clamped a hand over her mouth.

"Shut your slut mouth," he snapped. "You know what, I have something better to shut you up," and he pulled out of her cunt, and climbed up to her head. In a very fast motion, he was hovering over her mouth on his outstretched arms, with his legs on either side of her tits. He fed his cock into her mouth and she was forced to take it.

"Suck it down," he ordered. "Open your mouth and I'll fuck it like a pussy." He had mounted her face and he was forcing his prick in and out of her mouth. She gagged and was having difficulty breathing, but he didn't seem to care. His heavy balls slapped against her chin. He was starting to fuck her mouth faster, and he was getting excited.

"Shooting in your mouth!" he announced as his body tensed up. He began to pump wildly in my wife's mouth. "Take every drop you slut!" He pushed so hard, and my wife moaned as if she couldn't breathe.

When he pulled his cock out of her mouth, she took deep breaths. Her face was smeared with saliva and semen. She had a shit eating grin on her face as she sat up and looked at me. Jerem was still hard. He stood over her, a glint of genuine hate in his eyes. She turned and faced him, spreading her legs as wide as she could.

"You hate me because I'm Chastity Blein," she told him. "I've done nothing but persecute you and your kind for doing in public what I do in private. So here I am ready for you to punish my cunt. This wide open pussy is dry, and wants your come. Do you have come for me, or have you shot all your little loads."

He rushed her, mounted, and slapped her tits hard. Then he sucked her nipples, biting them. My wife moaned and pressed of his head onto her heavy tits. He wiggled his ass and pushed himself into her cunt. They both moaned.

"Damnit," he said through gritted teeth. "You'll take every inch of this cock, bitch!" and he began to pump her. He had come so quickly when he fucked her last week, and just now in her mouth, that he obviously decided he wanted her pussy for as long as he could bear it. He would build up to his orgasm. He would put my wife through her paces. He was plastered to her, his arms at this side, gripping her ass, pulling himself into her deeply. I was behind them, watching him his cock saw into my wife.

"It's your pussy, you bastard," my wife taunted him. "Fuck it deep." On hearing those words, he picked up his pace. He was pulling out of my wife almost to the dip, and then sinking back in until his balls rested against her ass. It was a gorgous spectacle. But after about ten minutes of forceful, paced, missionary fucking, he pulled out and off of her.

"Get up whore and get that fat ass up," he hissed. She immediately complied. I always enjoyed rear entry sex with Chastity. Her hefty, round ass looks especially sexy in that position, turned up and taut. The view from behind is amazing: her firm back tapered to her slim, long neck. Her hips were narrow, her waist wide. Many times I have simply shot a load into her pussy from the ass end of her after a few pumps.

As he lined up with her pussy, and pushed through her ass cheeks and into her cunt, I could see he was about to suffer the same fate. He grasped her hips and began to slam into her. He grunted, and my wife screamed. A cock from the rear went deep into her.

"Slam it, you fucker," she hissed. "Take my hole, you son of a bitch." On hearing her words, he picked up the pace. His body was young, and slim. My wife's more robust mature form was able to take his pounding, but I could see her arms straining to stay upright. He began to slap her ass cheeks hard. They turned a bright red.

"You fat assed bitch," he spat. "Gonna come in your cunt. Take the seed!" And he screamed, and pushed into her, holding her tightly, grasping her so that his semen went directly into her quivering pussy.

"Come!" my wife moaned. "Come in my fat pussy. Ream it out!" They cursed each other out, and then Jerem pushed once more upon her ass, and fell away. My wife crashed into the bed on her belly. I jumped on immediately,

I mounted her ass, spreading her whorecheeks. I could see his come leaking from her battered cunt lips. I aimed for her stuffed pussy, and pushed in. My legs were on either side of her ass. I lay on my stomach and pushed down on her hard. She was bathed in sweat. I was ready to come in nearly an instance.

"You dirty whore!" I spat. "Coming in your fat pussy," and I drained myself in her. When my last drop was deposited, I lay next to her. Jerem was on her other side. She shifted and moved her head toward his crotch. He was half hard. She wanted more. She pumped his prick with her hand, and then sucked it into her mouth. He moaned.

"Damn it," he hissed. "You're a fucking nympho!" She licked his cock from the tip to the base, and then sucked on both his balls. He was moaning without control. I leaned up and looked at her: she was a real slut in heat. She was covered in sweat, half her hair was out of its bun, and falling around her in waves. Come was dripping out of her cunt lips to her ass, from her tits, and then to the bed. One heavy tit rested on the boy's upper leg, and the other hung loose. I reached out and squeezed it hard. She never looked more gorgeous.

He was soon very hard, so she swung a leg around him, and slid down the cock. She was going to ride him. Two loads of come slithered down his cock to his groin. He moaned.

"You're such a slut Mrs. Blein," he said, barely able to get the words out. "All this time, and you're a cock hound." He said the last words with a sense of mystery.

"Yes, Jerem," she answered, as she began to ride him. "I'm cock crazy. I'm only happy when my cunt is overflowing with at least two men's jizz. And I need another load."