From: pleasecain@aol.com (PleaseCain)
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Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: TO JOY: They Had the Sheryl Crow Nude Pic
Date: 30 Sep 1995 14:56:25 -0400
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THEY HAD THE SHERYL CROW NUDE PIC



"This better be good," Dick threatened.  The hard

drive cranked a few times, and after a few

seconds the picture scrolled across the screen.



"I told you," Peter said.  "That's her!"



"Wow!" Dick said.  She sat naked and cross-

legged on the beach, leaning back on her hands,

pushing her tits out.  She definitely looked

younger, and her body was hot.  Her titties weren't

that big, but they were perfectly shaped, and she

had big nipples that you could roll between your

fingers.  She had this fuck-me smile on her lips,

but the lips that really mattered were her pussy

lips, which stuck out from the way she was sitting.

Neither boy could take their eyes off of her puss.



"And all she wants to do is have some fun," Peter

said.



"Cool," Dick said.  "I don't even care if that's her or

not, I'd fuck her."



"Me too," said Peter.  They almost shit a brick

when they heard a voice behind them.



"Oh would you?"   They whipped their heads

around.  Oh shit, it was Peter's mom.  And she

was staring right at the monitor.   "Hm, so is that

what you boys call fuckable?"



It was awkward as all three of them stood looking

at the picture.  Then Dick nudged Peter and

motioned with his eyes.  Peter followed his friend's

gaze, and he saw that his mom obviously wasn't

wearing a bra, and that her nipples were sticking

out hard beneath her blouse!  Dick winked.  Dick

had told Peter that Peter's mom was hot for him,

and that she had once made Dick step out of his

swimsuit so that she could fix a tear on the edge

of it.  He wanted to bet Peter he could lay his

mother, but Peter told him to shut up and take it

back.  Now Peter wasn't so sure.



"She is kind of pretty, but you boys shouldn't be

looking at this smut.  Is this why we bought you

this computer?"  She sounded pissed, but she

wasn't moving away either.



"I'm sorry, Mrs. Smith, but it's kind of my fault,"

Dick chirped up.  "I talked Peter into downloading

this picture so we could see it, I guess because

I'm real curious about things, and no one ever

taught me about this kind of stuff.  So I figured it's

better to learn this way, instead of getting a girl

pregnant."



"Me too," Peter said.  He couldn't believe how

smooth Dick was being.



"Hm," she sounded skeptical.  "You *are*

teenaged boys, I suppose.  Peter, if you have

questions, why don't you come to me?  You know

I'm always here to listen to anything you have to

say."



Dick cut in again: "It's too embarrassing, Mrs.

Smith.  Besides, my father isn't home much, and

my mother, well, she passed away when I was a

baby."  He choked off a sob and looked down to

the floor.



"Oh, I'm sorry," said Peter's mother, stroking

Dick's cheek.  At the same time, she hugged Peter

to her side.  "You boys can come to me any time,

and ask me anything you want.  Peter, what do

you want to know?"



"Well, uh . . . hm . . . um . . ." was all Peter could

say.



Dick blurted, "Uh, Mrs. Smith, what is this?"  He

pointed at the woman's crotch on the picture.  He

looked innocently up at her.



"I was afraid you were going to ask that," she

answered uneasily.  "That is called . . . the name

of those is the labia, and they, um . . ."  She

crossed her arms thinking, then eventually looked

at the clock.  "Peter, turn off your computer.  Boys,

go, sit on the bed."



Dick immediately sat on the bed, very straight,

with his hands in his lap, and Peter sat next to

him.  Mrs. Smith had closed the door so it was

open just a crack, then stood before them.  She

said sternly, "I expect you boys to keep this a

secret amongst the three of us, and Peter, your

father must never, ever find out about this!

Promise?"  They quickly agreed.



"You are basicly good boys, and I understand

your natural urges, but I don't want you to get into

trouble over them either.  It was curiousity that

killed the cat," she lectured.  "So I'm going to show

you what a nude woman's body looks like . . . up

close.  Now, you can look, and if you have any

questions, you can ask me.  But nothing leaves

this room!  Deal?"



Their eyes were as big as saucers from the shock

as they nodded.  Peter couldn't believe this was

actually happening.



She started unzipping her skirt and added, "It's

your lucky day, because you're going to see a lot

better than what was on that computer screen."

The boys swallowed hard when she stepped out

of her skirt and they saw her skimpy red split-

crotch panties and sexy black stockings and

garters.  Her legs were long and fine.



Nancy Smith became a mother pretty early in life,

but she was tough and didn't let the birth of her

son destroy her figure or her beauty, especially

since she had to attract a daddy for young Peter,

his real father having run off when he found out

she was pregnant.  She started working out again

as soon as she could, and probably spent more

money on her sexy wardrobe and health

treatments than she should have.  But she had to

find the right man, and when she did, all her hard

work and debts were paid off a hundredfold.  Still,

she knew that one day soon she would have to tell

Peter the truth about his father. . . .



But Nancy's work and exercise habits carried over

even after she was married, and 17 years later,

her body showed it.  If anything, her body looked

even better at 34 than when she was 17.  Her skin

was perfect and evenly and darkly tanned, and

her hair was a long, wavy strawberry blond.  Her

eyes were a striking green, and since she had just

gotten home from work, her lips were still full and

red with lipstick.  As she slowly unbuttoned her

blouse and let it slide off her shoulders, the boys

almost passed out at the sight before them.



Peter could not believe his mother was standing

mostly naked just inches away from him and his

best friend.  She had a perfect body, better than

anything they had ever seen in Playboy.  Her tits

were huge and sexy, at least 38Ds, and even

though she was 34, they didn't sag, but stood

firmly out.  Their mouths watered, and they were

feeling serious wood watching her.



But they didn't keep their attentions on her hooters

for long, because immediately Nancy began to

peel off her garter belt and stockings.  She bent

down to strip them off her feet, and put her high

heels back on afterwards.  Then, aware of the

effect she was having, she slowly slid the tight

panties off her hips and let them fall to the floor.



When she stepped out of the panties and posed

with her hands on her hips, saying, "Well, boys,

how do I look?" they were ready to cum right

there.



"You, you don't have any . . . hair," stammered

Dick.



"Better to see my labia, child."



"Can I touch . . . your labia?"



"Why don't you start somewhere else?"  Nancy

closed her eyes and pushed her titties together

and out towards the boys.



"Yes, maam!"  Dick leapt up and grabbed a boob

and started sucking noisily.  As Peter watched

Dick's hand grope his mother's other breast, and

saw his mom wrap her hands around his friend's

head, pulling him closer, he thought he should feel

outrage.  Instead, he had to admit that this really

turned him on, this thing he had guiltily dreamed

of on so many nights.  His decision was made.



"Me too!"  Peter hopped up and planted a wet

passionate kiss on his ecstatic mother's lips.

Their tongues danced and intertwined as Peter's

hand brushed down his mom's back to cup her

tight butt.  Her breathing blasted on his cheek

when he roughly pinched her buns.



Then he felt her hips buck, and he looked down to

see that Dick had dropped to his knees, licking her

out.  It was Peter's chance to feed at those

luscious melons for the first time since he was a

baby.  He broke the wet kiss and slid his mouth

down her neck to her tits.  He tweaked one huge,

rubbery nipple with his tongue.  He was amazed

when it grew to an inch in length and as wide as

his fingertip.  He bit the wet nipple gently.



"Oh, baby," she responded, and pulled him to her

teat, where he sucked so hard he thought he

would pass out.  "Yes, feed on mommy's tit," she

moaned. 



Nancy had spread her legs so Dick could crawl

beneath and twiddle her clitty in his mouth.  It did

not take long for her to start humping his upturned

face, grinding herself closer and closer to climax,

as Peter switched tits and licked hungrily.



She knew they were inexperienced, but she was

surprised at how good they were.  They were

natural experts at pleasing a woman.  Their

tongues commanded her.



"You boys . . . are . . . so good . . . like

professionals.  AW!  YES!  I'M CUMMINGGGG!

ARRGGH!"  When Peter saw her writhing around

like a wild woman, he pinched her nipples

roughly, pulling out on them and twisting.  Her

whole body spasmed so hard that her hair flew in

all directions as wave upon wave of abandon

seized her.



"Yesssss," she sighed when it was over, and

collapsed on the bed.  It had been so long since

her busy husband had made love to her.  Now,

these eager studs made her feel like a woman

again.  She needed more.



When her pussy stopped its shuddering, she laid

lustily on her side and said in her most sultry

voice, "Now isn't there something *you* wanted to

show *me*?"



Staring at such a horny fox, the guys needed no

further encouragement, whipping off their shirts,

jeans and underwear.  When Peter shed the last

of his clothes, his freed cock slapped precum on

his belly.  It was 9 1/2 inches, and thick, so he was

sure his mommy would be proud of it.  That is,

until he saw Dick's cock spring into view.  It was

huge, at least 12 inches!



"Ooh, my big boy--you're bigger than your daddy,"

Nancy cooed dreamily.  Then she saw Dick, and

became a woman possessed.  She had to have

that big powertool.  It was drooling precum in a

stream down its shaft, and she wiped a finger

along that wet trail and brought it to her waiting

lips.



"Ummm," she sucked and rolled her eyes.  "Come

here, right now!"



Dick stood next to the bed, and Nancy got on her

hands and knees and crawled to his ready pecker,

affixing her lips to their target.  Peter was stunned

at the sight of her trying to fit the massive organ

into her mouth.  It would be easier for her to

swallow his forearm, he thought.



It took a while for her to get his massive knob all

the way in, as it was as big as a fist.  Her whole

face was straining and contorting with the task,

and tears formed at her eyes.  But she finally had

it in, and was moaning while she slowly fed more

of his shaft into her mouth.



Dick firmly grasped two handfuls of hair and was

beginning to fuck her face.  "That's it, suck deeper,

bitch, deeper."



Peter thought Dick was out of line talking to his

mother like that, and was about to say something

when he was astounded by Dick's next statement

(or command, really):  "Go get a belt!"  He was

talking to Peter!



"Huh?"



"Now!" Dick shouted ferociously, and Peter

scrambled to the closet for his leather belt.



"Fold it in half and whip her ass."  Dick pistoned

his hips farther and farther forward.



"Huh?"



"Whip!  Her!  Ass!  With the belt!"



"What?"



Suddenly, Nancy's head stopped, and her eyes

turned back to look at her son, her mouth stuffed

to overflowing with cockshaft.  She made noises,

trying to talk with her mouth full, and nodded her

assent to her son as best she could, before Dick

jerked her head back into service.



"Get her good," Dick growled. 



Well, OK, Peter thought and shrugged his

shoulders.  He reared his arm back and rapped

the strap against her naked bottom.



"Hard!  Whip her!"



He aimed for the light stripe he had just left on her

perfectly tanned asscheeks, and let fly.  It made a

stinging slap, and his mother jerked forward.  Dick

was not happy about that, and he slapped her

face, which made her suck harder.  Peter looked

at her anew.  She used to be his mom, but now

she was a cocksucking whore, waving her ass at

him, inviting the next blow.  He swatted her ass,

superhard this time.



She began groaning, but Peter couldn't hear

because he whacked her booty again and again

and again, laying long welts on the soft brown

globes.  Her body swayed back and forth more

rapidly.



"Is her juice running all the way down her thighs?"

Dick asked between heaving breaths.



"Yes.  Definitely."



"Then fuck her from behind. . . . uh, hurry!" Dick

was getting close.



Peter hadn't wanted the first time with his mom to

be like this, but Dick seemed to know what he was

doing, and Peter was pretty horny himself by now,

so he mounted behind her bouncing ass.  She

spread her legs further apart.  He took his

throbbing manhood in hand, and guided the

missile to her steaming snatch.  It was so lubed

that it seemed to suck him in.  Once in, he was

surprised at the snug, velvety grip of her hot cunt.

He instinctively began pulsing in and out of her.



Peter gripped her hips in his hands, and began to

really let her have it.  His earlier disbelief was

gone.  Now all he saw before him was a cheap,

nasty dogslut, with two huge mancocks pumping

into her.  She was moaning louder as both the

boys fucked harder.  They . . . were . . . going . . .

to . . . cum . . . together.  Dick's eyes rolled back in

his head.  He couldn't believe how this

experienced woman gave head.  He plunged

forward, screaming.



"I'M CUMMMMINGGG!" Dick yelled.



"MM MMMMMMMMMMM!" Nancy moaned.



"ME TOO!" Peter added.



It was a writhing, savage cumfest, as the virile

men made the whore feel orgasms like she never

before dreams possible.  The men climaxed

beyond reason as they injected endless jets of

jism into their fuckslave.



They collapsed all over each other on the bed.

That was incredible, they all said.  But as soon as

she caught her breath, Nancy needed to have

more.  She pushed Dick so that he laid on his

back with his head leaning on the headboard.



"It's been a long time since I've had such young

meat," she said, and stood above him with her

feet on either side of his hips.  She bent down and

jerked on Dick's semi-erect rod, bringing it back to

life.  "This is what you guys are good at, right?

Staying power?"



With that, she squatted down and impaled herself

on Dick's turgid fuckstick.  Peter had a perfect

view as her lips stretched to completely envelope

all of his meat, as she sank down to the base.

Dick reached up and tweaked her nipples as she

savored and writhed for whole minutes at the

fullness she felt.



Then she growled a nasty growl and grabbed the

top of the headboard with both hands.  Still on her

feet, she raised herself until only his cockhead

was still inside her, and then plunged back down.

She repeated this again and again, harder each

time, until she was doing jungle squats like an

animal.  Peter was ready to cum just watching.

Her hair and her breasts flopped and flew

everywhere.   The sloppy friction against his

sensitive penis instantly threw Dick into overdrive.

He knew he couldn't last long.



"CUMMMINGGG!" Dick choked out, after only a

couple of minutes of the exquisite treatment.



His cock stiffened even more, and jets of hot jism

blasted into her convulsing love tunnel, spurting

so hard that it started spraying out from between

her legs.  This provided even more lubrication,

and Nancy rode even harder and faster, up and

down, until she became like a blur and they could

barely see her face.



Behind the hair stuck to her mouth and sweaty

face, they heard her say, "More . . . more . . . fill

me, pump me, because I'm-I'm-I'M

CUMMMINGGGG!"  She had been twisting her

own nipples, and at the instant Dick felt her cunt

spasming around his pole, streams of milk shot

from her breasts to the wall above Dick's head,

then ran down the wall and headboard.

"ARRRGGGGHHHHHH!" she screamed in sweet

agony.



"Cool!" Peter and Dick both gasped without

thinking.  They realized it didn't make them sound

very mature, but this just rocked.



Nancy was multiorgasming again, because she

kept going, until she suddenly lost all power and

fell to the bed as if made of rubber.



"Such good lovers," she panted as she lazily

stroked them both.



"Mom, why did you, you know, with the milk?  Are

you pregnant?"



She laughed.  "No, child, that happens when I

reach the maximum peak of ecstasy.  Like when

I'm sharing a bed with two sexy, incredibly gifted

young studs."



She continued, "And while your friend is an

unforgettable lover, I have a special treat for you,

my Petey-boy.  Go and get the hand lotion."



When he returned, she had rolled onto her

stomach, and was lying spreadeagle.



She said, "Now, my baby, I want to you to grease

up your prick, very slippery.  That's my boy.  Now,"

and she raised her ass off the bed slightly, "I'm

going to give to my son my virgin butthole."



She looked so sexy to Peter as he sidled up

behind her.   Dick made no effort to hide his envy,

and Peter silently laughed in his friend's face.



When he pushed his swollen head against her

rosebud, she pleaded, "Be gentle, my love."  But

he knew she was lying, still acting like she was a

respectable mom.  He pulled her cheeks apart

and plunged in to the hilt.



"Oh!  No!"  She squirmed on the business-end of

his prod.



"Yes, yes!"  He furiously pumped into her, and she

immediately began to experience orgasms, one

after another.  Dick told him later he had stopped

counting at 21.  Her ass shaft was hot and tight,

stretching to accomodate his pistoning dick, and

he enjoyed having this power over her, but all too

soon . . .



"I'M CUMMMINGGGG!"  He peppered her insides

with spunk.



"ME . . . M-M-M-ME. . . . "  She couldn't even talk.



Peter fell back, exhausted, and hot juice ran down

into her pussy.  But she wasn't done yet.



"Please, Dick, finish me, baby," she whined.

"Size!  I need size!"  Her ass quivered pitifully in

the air at him.



"Well let me ask you something first, Mrs. S," Dick

drawled.



"Yes, anything, please, quickly."



"Mrs. S--Nancy--have you ever done it with

another woman?"



"Yes I have, yes I have, now please. . . ."



"Well then, I would like to see you do it."



"Yes, OK, but first please. . . ."



"No, no, no.  Before, Nancy, before."



She sighed, then turned on her side to look at

them, with her head propped up on her hand.

"You are naughty boys, aren't you?" she asked

playfully.  She jumped out of bed and as she was

leaving the room, called back, "You might want to

slip some pants on."  Peter and Dick looked at

each other and high-fived, then hopped into their

jeans.  Nancy returned wearing a satin nighty

which barely covered anything, and she peered

out Peter's bedroom window.



"Let's go," she said.  On the way out, Peter

glanced out the window.  There was the next-door

neighbor, Joy, sunning herself in her skimpy

bikini.  She was hot, 23, with shoulder-length

sandy hair, and nice, full lips.  She also had big,

beautiful tits, and a fine bod with long legs.  Her

bikini bottoms barely covered her . . .



No way!  Her and mom?



As he ran to catch up to the other two, his mind

was filled with images of Joy.  He had fantasized

about her ever since she moved in.  He even

peeked in on her sometimes.  One time she was

sitting in her office, with both her feet on her desk,

talking softly on the phone.  He couldn't hear what

she was saying.  Then she got something out of a

drawer, maybe a letter-opener, and she started

hitting her pussy with it through her panties!  Peter

had to run just when it was getting good, though,

because she came over to open the window.  She

was hard to peek on, because she moved around

too much.



He caught up with them just as his mother rang

the doorbell.  After a long minute, the door opened

a crack, then all the way.



"Well, hel-lo!" Joy cried as she eyed Nancy's

scantily clad figure.  "You'd better come in before

you're arrested."



"Thanks, Joy," Nancy said, stepping in.  "You

know my son, Peter, right?"



"Oh yes, a little gentleman.  He held the ladder for

me while I changed the lightbulb last week."



"Good, and this is Dick," said Nancy, who walked

to Joy's side and whispered into her ear.  They

giggled.



"Well, well, let's see how sexy and incredibly

gifted these young men really are," Joy said.

"Whip 'em out and rev 'em up, boys."



Dick and Peter lost no time in freeing their cocks,

which eagerly stood at full-mast for this sex

goddess.  Nancy now stood behind Joy, kissing

her neck, while one hand reached into Joy's bikini

top.



"Mmm, don't just stand there, boys," Joy coaxed,

"do something."



The guys obeyed and jerked on their hard-ons,

already sticky with precum, while they watched

first the top and then the bottom of the swimsuit

fall off of Joy's delicious body.  Her breasts were

everything Peter ever imagined, very full with

dark, erect nipples.  Her pussy showed a small,

shaven thatch of curly brown hair, and Peter

wanted to lick it so bad hat he had to fight the urge

to drop to his knees right there and beg her to let

him do it.



But they weren't tempted by the sight for too long,

for as soon as Joy's clothes hit the floor, she

turned and practically mauled Nancy.  They

wrestled each other to the carpet and immediately

spread their legs and locked into a sixty-nine.  The

sounds and smells of hungry pussy-licking filled

the room.



"You taste so good, lesbian lover," Joy whispered.



"Your pussy is almost as good as a cock, sweet

sister," Nancy groaned.



On hearing the nasty sluts talking dirty, and

watching them push their crotches into each

other's faces for ultimate ecstasy, Dick felt his

sack tighten and begin to make its spooge.



"I'm about to cum," he gasped out.



The sight of two lesbians' asses grinding like

engines before his eyes made Peter's ironrod

pulse in anticipation of losing his load.



"Me too," was all he could grunt.



Nancy and Joy were about to get a cumbath

spattering they would never forget.  Then the

doorbell rang.



"Oh shit!" Joy hissed and sprang to her feet.   She

wiped her face on her arm, and slipped on

Nancy's robe.  "Who is it?"



"It's Dee, babe," a female voice replied.



Joy flung open the door, and the two women

shouted in excitement and hugged each other.

The boys looked at each other.  It was Deanna

Troi from Star Trek: The Next Generation!



Deanna looked over Joy's shoulder at them.  "Oh,

am I interrupting anything?"



"These are friends I want you to meet," Joy

explained.  "I think we'll all get along very well."



"Great."  Deanna surveyed the boys' equipment

from across the room.  "I'll be right back."



They could see her walk out to her minivan.  She

was talking with someone inside.  Then the door

flung open, and out stepped a thin woman with

shortish blond hair.  The boys couldn't believe

their luck.   It was Paula Zahn.



She was helping another woman climb out, and it

was another Paula Zahn!  This one was dressed

in a karate uniform.   Then another Paula Zahn

came out, dressed in a cowgirl's outfit.  Then

came Leather Paula Zahn, and Deep-Sea Diver

Paula Zahn.  Elvis Paula Zahn.  Spacesuit Paula

Zahn.  Revolutionary War Paula Zahn.  Jeannie

Paula Zah.  And Handicapped-Amputee Paula

Zahn.  There were ten Paula Zahns in all!  Peter

and Dick were creaming in their pants, as if they

had any on.



They threw a get-acquainted party.  Peter ran next

door to get his Sega Genesis game, and the

women watched him and Dick play.  They were all

very impressed at how long they played, and how

high they scored, and many of them were secretly

getting turned on already.  These the boys tried to

teach, but they weren't really catching on,

because guys and girls are good at different

things.



They were partying down when, all of a sudden,

Deanna loudly ordered Joy to "fetch the cart."



"Yes, maam," said Joy, and she returned pushing

a large box mounted on wheels.  It barely fit

through the doorway.  It was placed in the middle

of the room for all to see, and Deanna flipped

open the lid.  The cart was brimming with

vibrators, dildoes, butt plugs and dozens of other

sex toys of all shapes and sizes.



"Now," Deanna forcefully announced, "let's get

ready to rumble!"

