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CHAPTER FIVE

On her way home from Jim's, Rose began to feel horny again.

"Shit, if a fucking isn't going to last for even a half an hour I don't know what I'll do," she told herself.

There didn't seem to be anything to do except go home and jerk off. But Rose knew how her lust for her son would nag at her if she were in the same house as he.

Then she remembered that the doughnut joint near the highway stayed open all night. It was probably the only thing opened for miles, and the only alternative to going home.

So Rose headed for the doughnut shop. She'd only been there a few times to pick up some doughnuts. She never stayed to get coffee and eat her doughnuts there. She began to look forward to sampling the only after-hours joint in town. Who knows, she told herself, she might even find some nice guy willing to fuck her.

She felt a bit uneasy going into the brightly lit place. She was the only woman in there. Besides her, there were a few young couples, a few old men, and the woman who worked there.

Rose took a seat and ordered a cup of coffee and a glazed twist.

As she sat there she felt her hot cunt juice soaking into her underpants. Her horniness hadn't abated one bit.

Taking shy glimpses around, she decided that there wasn't anyone in the place she would be interested in fucking. A few of the young guys would have been tempting if they didn't have girls with them.

Still, Rose liked looking at the young guys with their girl friends. She could at least fantasize.

A boy with long brown hair looked good to her. And Rose proceeded to undress him in her mind.

By the time she was imagining grabbing his hard cock, her cunt was so wet and hungry she couldn't help putting one hand between her thighs and pressing against her starving pussy.

The boy began to become aware that she was watching him. Once when their eyes met, Rose gave him a slight smile before looking away.

It wasn't at all like her to flirt with strange boys. But in her heat she couldn't help it. And it gave her an extra charge of lust to fuel her fantasy.

But she was too shy to continue staring at the boy now that she had been bold enough to smile at him.

So she picked out another boy to dream about. This time she gazed with longing at a baby-faced boy with blond, hair. He was with a girl too.

But as she began dreaming about fucking him, she found that the brown-haired boy was still in her mind. Now she would have to share herself with both of them. Too bad it was only a fantasy, though.

But soon it began to look as though both guys could be hers.

The girl sitting beside the brown-haired boy got up and went to where the blond was sitting with his girl friend.

Now that the boy with the long brown hair was alone, Rose's cunt began to get hotter. But Rose was too shy now to meet his gaze again.

Rose's fantasy was shattered though. It was okay to fantasize when there was no hope. But now that the boy was alone, Rose thought she might have a chance.

Then the girl who'd been sitting with him, and the girl beside the blond boy, left. Rose watched them get into a car and drive away.

There was nothing in her way now, she knew. If she wanted him, all she had to do was tell him. She knew a kid his age couldn't resist.

But Rose had never done anything as brash as approach a teen-aged kid. And she didn't think she could do it now. But with her cunt crying out for a cock, she might be able to do it.

Picking up a kid in an all-night doughnut joint would be a big step for Rose. And as horny as she was, she didn't know if she wanted to take that step. So she was glad when the blond boy went over to where the brown-haired boy sat.

She knew she would never have the guts to approach two boys.

But the next time Rose glanced at him, she saw him looking back. He had a different expression on his face now. It looked like he might be thinking of approaching her!

And Rose knew that two boys would have more nerve than one. They could encourage each other.

Suddenly the game changed. Now it was Rose who was the prey.

Although she wouldn't feel right about picking up a young kid in a doughnut shop, it would be a lot easier to let herself be picked up.

Rose began shaking. She didn't know if she should smile at the boy again.

When she thought of the boy's stiff prick, Rose almost lifted her eyes to look at him again. But her horniness still wasn't sufficient to overcome her shyness.

A roar outside distracted Rose. She looked out the big picture window and saw three motorcycles pull up. Now there would be three more boys to watch. She watched them stroll into the place and go to the blond and brown haired boys.

Now there were five boys.

Rose didn't know what that meant as far as any one of them trying to pick her up. But when she stuck her doughnut into her mouth she wished it was a hard prick.

As confused as she was, Rose kept taking looks at the boys. And each time she looked, at least one of them was looking back at her. She thought she could hear them talking about her.

"Nice tits," one said. "Old enough to be your mother," said another.

But she couldn't be sure if they were talking about her or not.

Finally, Rose couldn't stand the tension any longer. She didn't know if any of them would try to pick her up, or if she would try to pick one of them up. She didn't know how she could go about picking one of them up even if she wanted to. And she didn't know if she wanted to.

The only logical thing to do would be to go home and jerk off. Rose reached for her bill when a voice at her side startled her.

"I haven't seen you here before," the voice said. Rose turned her head and saw the boy with the long brown hair sitting right behind her. In her confusion, she had been staring into her coffee cup for the past few minutes and had been oblivious to everything but her horniness.

"No. I've never been here," she heard herself saying to the boy.

"Live around here?" he asked.

"Yes," she said.

She almost told the boy that she had a son not much younger than he. She was going to ask the boy if he knew Ted, but she stopped herself. After all, if anything happened, she didn't want it getting back to Ted.

"That is, I used to live here, I moved. I live in Springville now."

Lying thrilled her. Suddenly she felt free. She could fuck this kid and no one would ever, know.

Rose felt herself relax suddenly. She began asking the boy about himself. And she didn't try to hide her interest in his body.

"Hey, would you like to go for a ride on my bike?" he asked.

"Oh, do you have a motorcycle too?" she asked.

"Sure, I've got the fastest bike in town," he said proudly.

"Yeah, I'd like to go for a ride," Rose said, to her own surprise.

"Great, come on," the boy said.

Rose picked up her check. But the boy took it from her. And as they passed the other boys, he gave it to one of them, telling him to pay it.

"Oh, aren't they going with us?" Rose asked. "What a shame."

"I'd like to go," the blond said.

In the corner of her eye, Rose saw the brown-haired boy frown. He wanted to have her alone, naturally. But Rose was getting a wild, kinky idea. She could hardly believe what she was thinking.

"Yeah, I'd like to go too," another boy said. "Me too," added yet another.

Before long all five boys had joined the group. And they all left together.

Rose could sense that the boy with the long brown hair was angry with his friends. She couldn't blame him. He thought he was going to get a chance to be alone with Rose. Now he was only part of a crowd going for a ride.

Rose wished she could tell him what her plan was, but he would have to waft. He wouldn't be disappointed, though, she knew.

She got, on the back of the boy's motorcycle. When it started, she felt the vibrations on her clit. It was like sitting on a huge vibrating dildo, Rose thought. She began to wonder how much a bike like that cost.

Then the five motorcycles tore out of the parking lot and sped down the street.

Fear was suddenly added to the lust that was tilling Rose's brain. She clung to the boy in front of her tightly. They were going so fast that the electric signs that lined the street seemed to be a long colorful blur.

But Rose began to get used to the ride. As she reined, her lust was once again dominant.

The boys drove out of town. And in the country, everything seemed different. It was very dark except for the light of the quarter moon. And the roar of the bikes seemed like the only living thing for miles.

As Rose hung on to the boy, she began squirming her body against his. Her nipples were hard and pressed to his back. And her wet cunt was leaning on his ass as her thighs gripped him.

They drove for miles. Rose was having a great time. But there was still her plan. And if it worked, she would have a night she would never forget.

As they were speeding past a spot where Rose had come for picnics, and when her cunt was really going crazy with the vibrations of the bike, she inched forward, putting her mouth near the boy's ear.

"Could we stop for a while?" she asked.

"Sure," the boy said.

Immediately, the bike slowed and pulled off the road. Since they were in the lead, the other bikes followed them, slowing and swerving off the road.

"You guys don't have to stop just because we did, you know," the boy said.

"I'm glad they stopped," Rose said so they all heard. "It's fun being with a whole motorcycle gang."

By now she was trembling with anticipation. If someone told her what she was going to do, she never would have believed it. But here she was, out in the country with five boys she'd never seen before. And she was thinking of a way to tell them that she wanted them all to fuck her.

"There's a stream right down there," Rose said, pointing down a hill. "I used to come here to go swimming."

She began strolling in the direction of the stream. The boys followed like puppies.

"Hey, would any of you like to go swimming now?" she asked.

It was a good way to get her clothes off, she realized. But now that she was putting her plan into effect, she was getting so excited she could hardly move without stumbling. "It's sort of chilly for swimming," one of the boys said.

"Not really," Rose said. "I think I will take a dip."

She glanced back at the boys in time to see them looking at each other in bewilderment. Rose would have laughed at their wonderment if she wasn't so wild with her kinky plan.

Before she even got to the stream, Rose began undressing. As she pulled her blouse off she realized that it was rather chilly. It was too late to turn back now, even if she wanted to, and she didn't. She might even be able to turn the chilliness to her favor.

The boys had been behind her, following. But now that Rose had stripped her blouse off, they caught up with her.

Rose could feel their hungry eyes on her tits. And she exaggerated her quick gait so her tits would shake and bounce.

Rose stopped at the side of the stream. Staring off into the darkness, she began pulling off her slacks. And as she pulled them down the boys' eyes heated her body.

Rose could no longer be sure she wasn't merely dreaming all this. It was just too weird to be true. How could she be standing naked in the middle of a bunch of strangers?

But when she dove into the water she knew that it was no dream. She was awake and about to fuck every one of those kids.

"Bur-r-r-r-r," she said when her head bobbed to the surface.

Then she began swimming to the bank. In the moonlight her body showed just clear enough for the boys to see the crack in her ass as she swam.

Rose reached the bank and crawled out of the water.

"Ah-h-h-h, it is chilly," she said.

She tried to wipe off the water with her hands. The boys were surrounding her, watching with passion.

Rose had never felt so good. Her cunt was dying for a fucking. And since she was sure she was going to get it, the longing was sweet.

The boys staring at her nakedness thrilled her, too.

She was eager to get things going. "Help me dry off, will you boys?" she asked.

The boys had been crowding around, getting closer and closer. But when Rose asked for help they suddenly closed in.

Hands were all over her before she knew what was happening. They were brushing water off her with the same fast strokes she had been giving herself. But soon the hands began caressing and probing.

"Oh, your hands are so nice and warm," Rose sighed as she gave herself to the grasping, pawing hands.

Then the boys added their mouths to the task. Rose felt kisses and licks everywhere on her body. Hard bodies were now pressing in from every side. Rose kissed mouth after mouth, tasting each boy's tongue.

Her tits were being squeezed and handled. And every few seconds she felt a mouth surrounding her hard nipples. But five boys sharing two tits could be rough.

Fingers were creeping into her crotch from front and back. Rose's cunt and were covered with greedy, exploring fingers until she felt like a living ant hill. It was the most glorious experience of her life.

"Oh, take it easy, now," she warned. "There's enough for all."

Rose began to sink to the ground. And as she did, the boys sank along with her. Their hands kept fondling and examining.

Finding herself on her back finally, Rose opened her legs and prepared to get fucked.

The boys began to pull their pants off. Rose heard the rustling and swishing of pants being removed.

Suddenly, there was a boy between her thighs. Then Rose felt a hard prick being maneuvered in her crotch. Its fat tip found her tunnel and slipped into it.

"Uh-h-h-h-h," she moaned as she was filled with stiff meat.

The cock began thrusting.

Since Rose had been horny and plotting this gang-bang for some time, the prick in her felt even more sensational than a prick usually did.

"Come on, fuck me!" she cried in a guttural voice.

Whoever was fucking her, it was too dark for her to tell, was doing it with primitive passion. His cock rammed into her so hard Rose's body jerked violently. Then the prick was backed out, only to be thrust with mighty force again.

"Oh-h-h-h-h, God!" Rose wailed. "I love it!"

The vibrations of the motorcycle had made Rose's twat extremely sensitive. So the bridal fucking she was getting had a profound effect on her.

But before she could come, she felt the heat of the boy's jism filling her. Then her cunt was empty.

But there was nothing to worry about. Another prick was waiting. And before she knew it, Rose had another bucking cock in her.

The second boy had barely begun thrusting when Rose hit her peak. She wrapped her legs around the boy's hips. Her body was turned into a writhing coil of ecstasy.

The prick pistoning in her now was sending a joyous wave of bliss through her with every lunge.

When this boy had came, the next boy had to help disengage Rose's legs which were still wrapped tightly around his body. And Rose was too delirious with pleasure to know enough to release him.

"A-a-a-a-a," she cried like a baby who had its bottle taken away.

But when another prick entered her spasming cunt, Rose's moans mellowed into a happy wail.

"Oh-h-h-h, oh-h-h-h, oh-h-h-h, fuck me!" she wailed.

Rose descended into a fabulous storm of sexual rapture. She was hardly aware of the changes of pricks in her cunt especially when the boys began taking seconds. They could last longer, so Rose's ecstasy wasn't interrupted so frequently.

Gradually, Rose began to realize that it was over. But it had been so wonderful she just lay there in the after-glow of the fucking of her life.

"Come on, lady," the long-haired boy said. "We'll take you back to town."

"Oh-h-h, that was wonderful," Rose gasped.

She tried to sit up. But her muscles were now so relaxed after her prolonged ecstasy that the boys had to help her. They brought her hers clothes and helped her into them.

It wasn't until Rose was on the motorcycle again with the wind blowing through her hair that she realized what she had done.

Until that evening, she had been a fairly normal, middle class mother – maybe slightly more lusty than most mothers, but comparatively normal.

What was she now? But Rose wasn't ashamed.

The joy she'd experienced was a revelation to her.

There was more joy in the world than she'd known.

And now she was determined to get more of it.

She had the boys drop her off near the doughnut shop. And only when they were out of sight did she continue on her way home.

By the time she got into bed that night, it was almost light.

But Rose was aware of a big difference in the way she felt as she began drifting off to sleep. This was the first night she could remember when she wasn't horny as she fell asleep.