Janet slowly stood up-letting her robe fall to the floor. She stared straight into the lusty eyes of her young lover as she ran her hands over her voluptuous titties ... squeezing her nipples until they were hard and erect ... massaging the fleshy globes, then holding them towards the young man as if she were offering him a piece of candy to suck on-which is exactly what she wanted him to do!
From the look of his hard-on it wouldn't be long before both of them would feel overwhelming passion that would lead them to ecstasy.
CHAPTER ONE
There he was again.
Janet walked out onto the small balcony and leaned over the black iron railing. Her hotel room, which overlooked the spacious garden below her, was only two short stories up, so she had no trouble seeing the young boy quite clearly. She could feel her heart hammering in her chest.
He was idly walking toward her down the pebbled path which ran around the entire garden. He was apparently deep in thought, his eyes downcast, his hands clasped behind his back. Now and then he would absently kick at the pebbles in front of him with the toe of his shoe.
Janet had first seen him during lunch two days ago in the hotel dining room. Like her, he was eating alone, looking slightly self-conscious. She later learned he was eighteen; though he was small for his age and very thin, he looked more like fifteen.
He had the most beautiful face Janet had ever seen. Not just handsome, or merely cute. Almost angelic. His skin was pale, the paleness accentuated by his long curly blond hair.
She stopped eating and stared at him. It was as if a spell had been cast over her; she was completely transfixed by him. Although the dining room was half full, it seemed to Janet that she and the young boy were the only two people there. She simply couldn't take her eyes off him.
She thought she caught him from the corner of her eye looking at her in the same fixed way, but she couldn't be certain. Her food was cold by the time she finished eating.
She had been at the hotel for nearly a week. She had heard of its quiet, intimate atmosphere. She needed to be alone now. To rest and contemplate what she was going to do with her life now that her husband was dead. He had suffered a stroke, and now that he was buried and gone Janet was alone in the world.
Janet was thirty-two years old. She had married a man years older than herself. They hadn't many friends. He had been a workaholic, having amassed in a relatively short period of time a sizable fortune which was now all hers. She could live well for the rest of her life.
But that couldn't compensate for her loneliness.
So perhaps, she thought, it's not so strange after all-this infatuation I suddenly have for the young boy. But she knew it was more than infatuation.
She could feel the tingling between her legs. Her panties were moist with her female juices. She decided not to lean so far over the railing because she was feeling weak. Somehow she would have to talk to the boy, get close to him. Why, for instance, was he all alone? Where were his parents, or friends? Was he waiting for someone? How long would he be staying? All these thoughts ran through her head.
She had an idea.
She rushed back into her room and took a bracelet out of her jewelry box. She ran back outside and waited for the boy to get closer. When he was almost underneath her balcony, on his way back into the hotel, she dropped the bracelet. It landed right in front of him. He looked up, startled.
"Oh, I'm sorry," she called down to him. "I didn't hit you, did I?"
He shielded his eyes from the sun. "Uh, no...." He bent down and picked up the bracelet.
"I was taking it off and it fell out of my hands," she explained. "Lucky thing you were there. Would you mind very much bringing it up to me?"
He shrugged. "No, I guess not. What's your room number?"
She told him.
"I'll be right up."
"Thank you," she said, smiling. "You're very sweet."
. She then realized she had nothing on but her terrycloth robe. "What would I be doing wearing a bracelet now?" she asked herself aloud, laughing nervously. There wasn't time to change, but perhaps that was for the better.
She decided then and there that this was her opportunity. She hadn't known until now what that meant. She was going to have the boy. He looked so innocent, so ... fragile. She craved the smooth whiteness of his young flesh.
She stood in the center of the room and slipped her hand inside her robe. She combed her fingers through her dark, bushy cunt hairs. Her knees felt wobbly. She slipped her middle finger between her puffy cunt lips and began fingering her swollen clitoris, rocking on the balls of her feet. Her doorbell rang.
She fixed her robe and walked unsteadily to the door. I could use a drink, she thought. She opened the door and he stood before her, smiling shyly. He held up the bracelet.
"Oh, thank you." She took the bracelet, their fingers touching briefly. "Come in for a minute. It's awfully hot out. Let me get you something to drink."
She saw him looking at her half-concealed tits. They were big and round, the nipples, which were now pointed and hard, pressed against the front of the robe. He swallowed and blushed. "No, thank you ... I, uh, better be going."
"Don't be silly," she said, ushering him into the room. Now that he was so close to her she felt the excitement building inside her. He was wearing a tight pair of faded shorts and a loose tee shirt. She looked down and saw the distinct bulge of his crotch.
My God, she thought, his cock looks enormous! She could feel her hands shaking.
"Are you staying here alone?" she asked, beckoning him to sit beside her on the couch by the window.
He sat down. "Uh, no, that is, I'm waiting for my folks. They decided to see some friends around here. I didn't want to tag along so they said it would be okay if I stayed here on my own for a few days. They'll be back day after tomorrow."
"You must be lonely all by yourself." Janet edged closer to him, until their legs were touching. This is crazy, she thought. I'm actually trying to seduce a boy young almost enough to be my own son! But she couldn't stop herself.
"No ... uh ... it's okay. I don't mind it.
It's nice here."
"Oh, it's lovely. Look, why don't I get you something to drink? You look a little thirsty.
How about a little wine?"
"Yeah, okay." It was the first time he had been offered anything stronger than a soft drink.
She poured them both a glass from the bar. She was hoping he would get a bit tipsy. That would make it easier for her. Though something at the back of her mind told her he already knew of her intentions.
He finished the wine in a few quick gulps.
"Well, you really were a bit thirsty." She took his glass. "Here, I'll get you some more."
He watched her walk across the room to the bar, wishing her robe was opened so he could see her tits. They were the biggest looking things! He could feel himself getting a hard-on. He quickly rearranged the front of his shorts so she wouldn't see it.
She sipped her wine as he downed nearly the entire glass. He ran his tongue over his lips. "This is really good."
She smiled, positioning herself so her leg was pressed against his again. "What's your name?" she asked.
"Tommy."
"Mine's Mrs. Williams. But please call me Janet."
"Are you here with your husband?" He slurred his words slightly. Her heart leaped when she realized he was getting a little drunk.
"No. My husband's dead. I'm here on my own. Relaxing."
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear about your husband."
She placed her hand on his thigh and gave it a slight squeeze. "You're very sweet to say that. I can see you're a boy with good manners." She didn't remove her hand. Instead, she let it trail up his thigh, pushing the leg opening of his shorts up to reveal a white flash of his underpants. He gulped.
"Finish your wine," she whispered. "You know...." She tried to keep her voice as casual as possible. "You really are a handsome young boy, Tommy. I noticed you in the dining room the other afternoon."
"I-I noticed you, too," he said, suddenly panting for breath. He tried to look inside her partially opened robe.
"Were you thinking the same things I was?" she asked, slipping her hand up inside his tee shirt, caressing his chest, feeling the fluttering of his heart like a caged bird in his chest.
The room seemed to spin before him. He realized the wine had gone to his head, but he liked the feeling. He liked the way her hand pressed against his chest. It felt good. Natural. He began to relax, though he couldn't stop the trembling in his hands.
"What do you mean?" He wanted to feel her tits. His cock was rock hard in his shorts. It ached to be touched. He wanted to feel it, but he couldn't find the courage to tell her that.
He knew where they were both headed and he was powerless to stop it happening. Part of him wanted to leap up and run out of her room, but he couldn't move. It was as if his feet were stuck in glue. He felt funny sensations. His loins tingled. He wanted to press his lips against her breasts.
"I was thinking how nice it would be if we could both become ... friends ... very good, close friends," she explained.
"I think I better be going." He was becoming frightened. He had never been this close to a woman before. He was shy with girls his own age. But he wasn't stupid. He knew what she was trying to do. He just wasn't completely sure he wanted her to go ahead and do it.
But she was rather beautiful ... and those tits ... so big and round and full ... his fingers itched to touch them.
As if reading his thoughts, she loosened the sash holding the robe together and he could see one of her tits, nipple and all. Janet thought his eyes would pop out of his head.
"Go on," she said soothingly. "Touch them. Like I said, I want us to become really good friends."
He reached out and gingerly laid his hand over her mound.
"Are you hard?" she whispered, leaning over to kiss him, her tongue slipping between his hot, dry lips. She tasted the wine on his breath.
He had never been kissed like that before. Now more than ever he wanted to run out of her room. "Hard?" he asked. He found it hard to concentrate.
"Your cock. Is it hard?"
He blushed to the roots of his scalp. "I-I really have to go...." He started to get up, surprised his body was obeying his wish, when she pushed him back down again. He felt her hand on his crotch. She rubbed it, feeling the hard outline of his erect peter.
"My God, you are big, aren't you?" She unbuttoned his shorts and pulled down the zipper. He began to tremble violently.
"Don't be frightened, Tommy," she cooed softly. "I'm not going to hurt you. Just the opposite. You've never been with a girl before, have you?"
"N-no."
She smiled. "I'll make it good for you. I promise. I've been so lonely lately. Since my husband died. Meeting you like this ... having the feelings I have for you ... it ... it was meant to be. We were meant to be. Don't you agree, sweetheart?"
She pulled down his shorts, her eyes mesmerized by his long, thick member which bulged against the confines of his white briefs. There was a small wet stain where his prick head pressed against the elastic band.
His hand returned to her tit. He couldn't help himself. He had never felt so excited before. New feelings were taking hold of him.
"Don't you want to make love to me?" she asked, her voice caressing him, putting him at ease as if he were being hypnotized.
"Yes, I d-do," he stammered.
"Do you know how to fuck?"
"I-I don't know ... will you help me?"
Janet was overjoyed. She couldn't believe she was actually succeeding with him. "Of course I will, baby. Now let's see that big dick of yours. Lift your ass up. That's it."
She pulled down his underpants and his cock, which had been caught by the elastic waistband, sprang straight up in the air, then slapped loudly back against his belly. She couldn't believe her eyes.
'You must be more than nine inches long," she gasped. She held his thick member. "It's the biggest thing I've ever seen. You lucky, lucky young man I"
"Is it really that big?" he asked.
"Darling, I can't begin to tell you. And thick ... my God it's thick as a tree trunk! It's ... it's magnificent! I love it!"
"Now will you take off your robe?" he asked softly.
"First let me take off your tee shirt. Slip off your canvas shoes."
His skin was baby soft and white as marble. His tuft of pubic hairs was the same light blond as his hair. She ran her fingers through it and he moaned.
"Undue my belt, sweetheart," she said, stroking his hard young penis.
"If-if you keep on doing that I'm going to to "
"Cum?"
He nodded, blushing again.
"There's no need to be embarrassed or ashamed, Tommy." She laughed. "Especially not when I'm holding your beautiful prick. Just relax. Don't worry about cumming."
She helped him take off her robe. His eyes were wide as saucers as he looked at her naked body.
"You're ... you're beautiful!" He sighed.
"Touch me, Tommy. That's it. Feel me. Every part of me."
His hands went to her tits, lifting up her heavy, round globes. He rubbed his fingers over her pointed nipples. They looked large. Very large and prominent. He tweaked her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, feeling a renewed surge of pleasant sensations in his loins.
She held his balls in the palm of her hand, feeling their cum-filled weight. Adorable, she thought. Absolutely adorable! My God, if anyone ever caught us together!
"Now my pussy," she whispered, spreading her legs wide apart.
She took his trembling hand and placed it on her muff.
"Stick your middle finger inside me ... feel how hot and wet I am for you. That's a good sign ... ; if a woman is wet it means she's ready to fuck."
"I've never seen a ... a cunt before. Never touched one. I have so much to learn."
"Yes, and I'll teach you everything you have to know. Let me teach you, baby. You see now that I'm not going to hurt you. You'll see how much pleasure I can give you."
She moaned as he slipped his middle finger all the way inside her creamy cunt folds. He inadvertently reamed across her clit button and she moaned with pleasure.
"Does that feel good? Am I doing the right thing?"
She opened her eyes and smiled dreamily. "Oh Lord, yes, baby. Exactly the right thing. You're learning fast. I can see we're going to have a lot of fun together."
She stroked his cock faster and faster, feeling his mushroom-shaped prick head swell and turn a purplish color.
"Jeez ... I'm telling you I'm going to cum," he said between clenched teeth.
"It's alright, sweetheart, I want you to shoot your load. Get the first one over with so we can fuck nice and slowly. I want to enjoy every fucking inch of your thick young tool!"
He had never heard anyone talk that way before, let alone a woman I
"I've never felt this way before ... my cock ... feels so funny ... pressure building up. Ohhh brother ... this feels so good, Janet., .so good I"
"Let it go, Tommy," she said, her fist flailing over his raging tumescence.
"I-I-I have to ... I can't stop it!" He started hopping up and down on the couch. His face had a wild look of alarm on it, as if all hell was about to break loose.
"That's it, baby, that's it...."
"Ohhh shit ... it's so intense ... never so intense before. I'm going to shoot cum clear across the room. Ohh shit, shit, shit!"
He was gyrating and writhing and moving like a jack-in-the-box. His cock started to ooze more watery pre-cum. Then he let out a cry of pleasure which made Janet's blood boil. He threw his head back and another scream caught in the back of his throat, as if someone was strangling him.
His cock erupted, his first wad hitting Janet's cheek.
"Oh God ... shit! Janet ... jeez!"
He couldn't sit still. He pumped into the woman's fist, watching himself cumming, his fuck wads shooting in all directions at once. He never thought he had so much semen in his body!
Spunk dripped over Janet's knuckles, splashed against her thighs and his, ran down his shaft, lubricating her fist strokes. Her fist began making a wet, squishy sound as it continued going up and down over his jerking member. She loved watching him-it looked as if he was going to hit the ceiling!
He arched his back and seemed to rise up off the couch. Then he sighed deeply, gratefully, and his body fell back against the sofa. He panted for breath, his chest heaving. She gave his prick one final squeeze and he groaned with pleasure. While he lay back, catching his breath, Janet went into the bathroom and wiped the cum off her hand and face. She brought the towel back with her to clean off the jism lying in viscous pools on the boy and the couch.
He blushed when she wiped the cum off him.
"Did that feel good?"
"Yes."
"Do you want to fuck me now?"
She stood up, her cooze staring him right in the face. "Yes," he whispered.
She took his hand. "Let's go over to the bed."
He let himself be led to her neatly made up bed. Her hand felt slightly moist. He could feel his cock becoming hard again. It was as if he was dreaming. He half-expected to wake up any moment.
She lay back on the bed and spread her legs, placing her hand on her cunt in order to excite him. She parted her pussy lips and rubbed her labia. She looked down at the boy's cock and saw she was getting the desired results. He was sitting on the very edge of the bed, looking as if he was about to bolt out the door.
"Lie next to me," she said, taking hold of his arm. "I know you want to touch me ... to feel every part of me...."
She ran her hands over his firm young buttocks. She could feel them quivering.
"I-I don't know if I want to go through with this," he said, his voice barely a whisper. "What we're doing ... I mean ... it's not ... right. We've done too much already ... if my parents ever found out...."
"Don't be so shy. Your parents aren't even here. You said yourself they won't be for a couple of days yet. I won't tell them if you don't. Come on. I know it's your first time and you feel a little awkward, but I'll help you. I'll make you feel more pleasure than you ever imagined."
He believed her. His cock pulsated with desire.
"What ... what do I do?"
"You really are innocent, aren't you? But you do want to have me. I can tell." She stroked his hard cock. "It's obvious, isn't it? Look how firm and thick your cock is. It's remarkable. So, so big...."
Becoming more daring, and much more aroused, he traced the pouting outline of her vulva with his forefinger.
"That's more like it. Look, uh, perhaps you're not quite ready to fuck me yet. I want you to be absolutely sure. Why don't I suck your cock first? Maybe after that you can slip it inside my tight, hot pussy."
Her words made him flush crimson again. He felt like a fool. He was naive for his age. He never imagined a woman would want to take his penis into her mouth, but the idea excited him. Would she swallow my cum too? he wondered.
She pressed him back onto the bed and at the same time got to her knees and curled her body around his, taking hold of his prick and digging into his gaping piss slit with the tip of her tongue. He moaned, his legs spreading open.
"You let me do all the work, baby," she whispered. "Just relax ... relax...."
Her voice was so soothing; it had a hypnotic effect on him. He was still frightened of her, but he knew she could do anything to him, ask anything of him, and he wouldn't resist; he would give in to her completely.
She held his peter up, licking his domed cock head in circular motions, first the smooth, delicately shaped head, then she trailed around the ridge, biting the little piece of hanging flesh directly under the cleavage.
She fondled his balls with her other hand, lifting them up, caressing them. His scrotum was also quite large, the balls virtually hairless and smooth as a baby's bottom. She kneaded them between her fingers, feeling the inner sacs swimming in their own pools of cum.
"Oh boy ... that feels good!" he gasped. He reached out and played with her melon-shaped tits as she ran her tongue up and down the underside of his prick shaft.
He loved the way her lips and tongue would work together over his tumescence, aided by the merest brush of her fingertips. She was creating sensations he never thought existed inside him before. He had masturbated, and always felt guilt afterwards, remembering how once his mother had told him it was wrong, but the feelings he experienced then-even at the blissful moment of orgasm-were nothing like those which this strange, wonderful woman brought out.
Tommy watched as inch by inch his cock disappeared inside Janet's eagerly sucking mouth. He was amazed she was able to suck his almost ten-inch shaft without even pausing for breath.
He saw her nostrils flaring out each time she exhaled, and realized she was only breathing through her nose. He could feel himself seeming to thicken even more between her lips.
Tommy had always been kidded in school-while taking a shower after gym-about the size of his cock. Ever since reaching puberty he was made painfully aware he was more endowed than other boys. Some of the boys' cocks looked like thimbles next to his.
Now Janet made him proud of his big dick. He saw how much pleasure it was giving her. He remembered the look in her eyes the first time she had seen it. Not a look of amusement, or even of fear, as some of his school friends expressed, but pure delight and admiration.
And when he realized that he was lying back on this woman's bed, in an unfamiliar hotel out in the country, having his cock sucked for the first time, he wanted to jump for joy. She made him feel as if he was the most important person in the world, something even his parents couldn't make him feel. It seemed to Tommy they treated him more often than not with indifference, hinting that he was even a burden to them.
But Janet was different. He liked her. Under the circumstances, he thought, that's the least I can do! And he knew she must like him too. Otherwise, why would she be giving him so much pleasure?
He started automatically pumping his pelvis up, sending his cock deep into her mouth. She sucked harder and harder. He clenched his teeth, feeling the ecstatic rise of cum up his shaft.
"Christ," he muttered under his breath. Then aloud: "Christ!"
He arched his back, waiting for the sudden flash of pleasure, when she suddenly stopped sucking. He fell back on the bed and looked up at her, hurt in his eyes. She smiled.
"Don't worry," she said. "I'm stopping for a moment only to make your climax even more pleasurable."
Then, without a word, she went down on him again, this time with such fierceness he thought she would bite his cock shaft in half. She was right, though. Already he could feel the tension renewing itself, becoming much more intense, promising an even more delightful cum.
He humped up at her while she rolled his golf ball-sized nuts in her hand.
"Ohhh shit ... shit ... I can feel it, Janet. Here it cums ... ohhh ... ohhhh." His voice got higher and higher, until he was squealing with pleasure.
There was a roaring in his ears and it felt as if a hurricane was churning inside his loins. He humped her mouth faster ... faster, a wild grin on his face. His balls felt as if they were about to burst!
Placing one hand under his buttocks and lifting him up slightly, Janet sucked him like a woman possessed. It was incredible, what he was feeling, simply incredible!
He climaxed, screaming with pleasure, her mouth filling with his thick white wads of cum. Her lips were like suction cups over his dick. He threw his head back and howled in ecstasy.
His jism tasted like bananas and cream, sweet and delicious. And sizzling hot. It soothed as it went down her throat. She sucked his tool for all it was worth, craving even more of his spicy sauce.
She gave his prick one final languid suck and let his shaft slip wetly from between her lips. It glistened with her saliva.
"Jeez!" was all the boy could say. He was wet with perspiration. His chest was heaving.
"I bet there's more where that came from," she said, licking her cum-stained lips.
"That was really ... terrific!" His eyes gleamed. He sat up, hungrily eying her cooze. Her heart leaped with joy. I've really got myself a live one, she thought. He'll be more than willing to fuck all day long. One taste was all he needed....
"Think you're ready to become a man?" she asked pompously.
"I-I hope I can get it up again."
She laughed. "It hasn't gone down yet."
It was true. He looked down and chuckled to himself. His cock, which oozed a thin trail of cum, was still hard as a rock. It looked more enormous than ever.
"I think you and I are going to have a lot of fun together, sweetheart," she said, lying back on the bed, her spread legs on either side of him.
"You'll teach me ... everything, won't you?" he asked, getting to his knees, stroking his cock in front of her, watching for her reaction, seeing the excitement on her face.
"Everything," she whispered.
"Janet...."
"Yes?"
"I still can't believe it. I mean, what we've been doing. It seems like I've known you all my life. I feel ... I don't know ... different, I guess. Another person. You make me feel so good ... so important."
"That's because you are important. I could see that the moment I saw you. You're so beautiful. I know that's not the right thing to say to a boy. I should say handsome. But you're more than that. You're quite a striking young boy and I like you very much. You've given me more pleasure already than any man I've ever had."
He beamed with delight. "Have you had a lot of men?"
She shrugged. "Many before I married. A few afterward...." She had a faraway look in her eyes, as if she was focusing on something over Tommy's shoulder. He got beside her and laid his head between her tits.
"What was your husband like? Did you do all this with him ... I mean, suck his cock and all?"
She combed her fingers through his curly blond hair, her eyes still focused on something in the distance. "At first, yes. But he wasn't ... How can I put this? He wasn't a sexually oriented person. He could take or leave it. His first passion was money. He loved to make money. Lots of it."
"Are you rich?"
"Yes. But much richer since meeting you." He looked up at her. "You're just saying that."
"No. I wish we could be together always. I feel the same way about you as you do about me. It's as if I've known you all my life." She laughed. "The son I never had. And here I am seducing you! You're so young."
"I'm eighteen," he said, pouting.
She arched her brow. "Older than you look, as funny as that might sound to someone your age. Even so, eighteen is young. Oh my God, it's very young. You'll appreciate that when you get older. I never thought I would have a latent passion for a young boy, but I must admit I've never seen a boy as beautiful ... excuse me, as handsome as you are. I think you're the devil in disguise!"
"And what does that make you?" he asked, giggling like a little boy. She could see he was as completely captivated by her as she was by him.
To think he'll only be mine for a couple of days. I wish I could take him home with me! Aloud, she replied: "That makes me your slave!"
"Oh, I'd like that."
"I bet you would."
He put his hand on her cunt. "How old were you when you first ... did it?"
"Go on and say it. Fuck."
He blushed, then repeated the word for her.
"You are the funniest thing," she said, smiling. "Here you are, lying naked with me, having just had your cock sucked, and you're afraid to say the word fuck. But to answer your question. I was very young when I first ... did it. Younger than you. One of my cousins, shall we say, forced himself on me. We were both very young.
"I was staying with relatives. They had a farm. We went into the barn one afternoon. Funny, I can remember it as if it were yesterday. Anyway, let's see ... I was twelve and he was thirteen or fourteen, I can't remember exactly. I remember he had very little hair on his cock."
"Was his cock big? Like mine?"
"No. I don't think any boy's cock is as big as yours." She paused to stroke his tumescence lovingly. He waited for her to continue.
"Tell me about it in detail," he said impatiently.
"I might burn your innocent little ears off."
"I doubt it," he said defensively. "I'm not that innocent now."
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it to sound that way."
"Well, go on then. Let's hear it."
"I haven't told this to anyone, you know, let alone in graphic detail. Too bad you aren't a porno movie producer. This would make a great script. Okay, okay! Let's see. My cousin's name was Michael. Is Michael. I haven't seen him since that eventful summer. He was precocious for his age. I remember he was always looking up my skirt or trying to cop a feel. My tits were quite big, even at that tender age. All the boys at school had their eyes on them.
"Well. Anyway. This particular afternoon we were skipping stones on the river that ran near my uncle's farm. It started to rain. We made a dash for the farm, but were already pretty soaked by the time we had reached the barn. So Michael suggested we stay in there for a while, then go to the house later to change. I guess I had a sort of crush on him. I would do anything he asked without hesitation.
"So we went into the barn. There was thunder and lightning. I was a little scared. He took my hand and we went up the wooden ladder to the upper level where all the hay was kept. It was old and musty and smelled of animals.
"Michael said we might as well make ourselves comfortable on the hay and wait for the storm to pass. He sat down, with his back resting against one of the hay pilesthere was straw all over the floor-and I sat beside him. I started to shiver. I was afraid of the thunder. He put his arm around me and held me close.
"Then he started to kiss me. I tried to push him away and told him to stop. I remember he laughed and told me he had something to show me. He unzipped his pants and pulled down his underpants and whipped out his cock. It was stiff and very long and very thin, not thick like yours. It was the first time I had ever seen a boy's penis, let alone one that was erect.
"He took my hand and curled my fingers around his shaft so I held him in my fist. Then he told me to go up and down, that I would make him feel really good. I was so embarrassed. Shocked, I guess. But I did as he asked. I couldn't take my eyes off his cock. So this is what a boy's thing looks like, I remember thinking to myself.
"He started unbuttoning my blouse. I was so ... spellbound by his hard prick-it felt so warm and rubbery in my hand and I could feel myself getting excited, a strange tingling sensation between my legs that was new to me-that I let him undress me. He was panting and he had a wild look in his eyes. His hands were trembling. I could feel my heart pounding.
"He told me to keep stroking him. Then he stopped unbuttoning long enough to pull down his pants. He told me to play with his balls too, but to be very gentle, I might hurt him.
"Of course I did as he asked and he resumed unbuttoning my blouse, nearly snapping off some of the buttons because his hand was shaking so much. He tugged the blouse off over my shoulders, then undid the strap of my bra. I remember it took him a little while." Janet laughed, shaking her head.
"He started to feel my breasts. I remember it felt nice. My nipples were very hard and he squeezed and caressed them, getting me more excited. Then I started to kiss him. I felt his tongue slipping between my lips. I sucked on it. He became more excited. He leaned over me and reached up under my dress. He slipped his hand inside my by now wet panties and he moaned.
"I felt his fingers combing through my pubic hairs. I didn't have too many then. And his middle finger went up inside me. I remember telling him how good that made me feel. That seemed to get him even more excited.
"I helped him take off my dress and then he quickly pulled off his tee shirt. His eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw my cunt for the first time. He started touching me all over. I continued stroking him until he suddenly let out a yell and he shot his load all over me. I didn't know what had happened. I stopped stroking him. He grabbed his cock and continued masturbating, all the time staring at my cunt. I watched all that thick cum shoot out of his prick. He turned red as a beet, the biggest smile on his face.
"He looked so funny! After he had finished cumming he fell back against the hay pile. I rubbed his cream between my fingers and felt how sticky it was. He took out his handkerchief and wiped my hand and his, and his thigh and belly where there were big globs of jism.
"Then he said he wanted to fuck me. Needless to say we were both virgins. I was very innocent then. I never even played with myself, though I suspect Michael masturbated quite frequently, as boys his age will. I was frightened. I told him I wanted to go to the house. But it was still raining-it was coming down in buckets-and there was still the thunder and lightning. I let him do it.
"He opened my legs and got between them. I think at first he really didn't know what he was doing. He was panting. He was trembling all over. He couldn't even speak, he was so excited. I felt myself getting warm and my pussy got very wet. He took his cock in his hand and lowered himself down awkwardly on top of me, nearly crushing me.
"I felt his cock head pressing between my cunt lips. He pressed down into me. It hurt. There was blood. He felt enormous inside me. He started slowly at first, getting the hang of it. Then his pelvis really started to move as he became more and more excited and neared his climax.
"He whispered in my ear how good it felt. He was gasping and sighing and moaning. Then I wrapped my legs around him and moaned myself. I was beginning to feel things, sensations I'd never felt before. It felt good, really good! I started to pump back at him and soon the two of us were fucking up a storm!
"He came pretty quickly, lurching forward on top of me. He let out a scream and I climaxed. I was flooded with these fantastic sensations. It felt as if I was melting into the hay, and his body was melting into mine, like candle wax or something. I loved it!
"He kept pumping me even after he had shot his load. 'Oh God, oh God,' he kept on saying. Then he pulled out of me and looked down and saw the blood. His cock shaft was bloody too. He had broken my hymen, of course, and it had been terribly painful at first. I had cried out but I think that had only excited him more. He really must have gotten off on the idea he was practically raping me. But the pain soon turned to pleasure. Ever since then I've been trying to capture that first time-that strange blend of pain and pleasure."
Tommy's cock was pulsating with desire. But he wanted to hear more.
"So what happened after that?" he asked after she stopped. He slipped his middle finger inside her cunt. He started to finger fuck her. "Please, Janet, tell me."
"He wiped us off with his handkerchief again. I felt stiff and funny inside. It was a good thing I didn't become pregnant."
"Did you fuck him again?"
"Yes, but that was later. After we balled for the first time he was so overwhelmed by it all-he kept on saying, 'I'm not a virgin anymore, I'm not a virgin!'-that he started touching and kissing me all over. He said he wanted to taste my flesh, or something crazy like that.
"He licked and sucked my tits, getting my nipples very hard again. Then his tongue trailed wetly down my body, drilling into my belly button and making me giggle, then going down to my little pubic bush. I pressed down on top of his head, wanting him to touch me there because I was so hot for him now. I wanted him to fuck me again.
"I reached around and played with his dick and balls while he pried open my little pussy and gingerly licked inside me. He made a sound like he enjoyed what he was tasting. His tongue flicked against my clit and I told him, in my innocence, because I didn't realize even then how sensitive a woman's clitoris is, to keep on rubbing his tongue there.
"He got the message and soon he had me climbing up the walls. I started to cream heavily and he swallowed repeatedly-he was like a madman!
"He sucked and licked and tongue fucked my cunt like it was candy. He really loved the taste of my twat. He made me cum. I remember arching my back and squealing with pleasure. I wrapped my legs around his neck and he sucked and licked and sucked and licked and I kept on cumming and cumming, each climax better than the last.
"Finally, he stopped and came up for air, his chin and nose and cheeks smeared with my juices. His cock was hard again and looked so ... so wonderful that I grabbed hold of it and pressed him back against the hay and began sucking it like there was no tomorrow. I couldn't take all of it into my mouth without gagging, even though it was so slim. So pale and slim and long....
"His cock head started to swell up and his piss slit oozed watery pre-cum. It didn't taste bad. Not bad at all! I sucked harder, fondling his balls, stroking the lower part of his shaft, my tongue going up and down the underside of his dick. He started to hump up into my mouth and I choked a few times. I had to breathe solely through my nostrils. His boyish smell of sweat and cum filled my nose.
"I ran my fingers through his pubic hairs, tugging on them, making him moan with desire. He started to tell me how beautiful I was, how tight my cunt was, how big and round my tits were, what he wanted to do to me, how he loved me, crazy things you say before you're about to climax.
"I had never seen him so excited before. He played with my tits as I sucked and in no time at all he came in my mouth, his cum wads hitting the back of my throat. Even though this was his third cum, the jism filled my mouth, ran out of the corners of my mouth....
"He tasted ... good! Hot and sticky and thick and stringy...."
Janet was finding it increasingly difficult to talk. Tommy was fingering her clit, getting her more excited. She wanted more than anything to fuck the boy, but her erotic memories were taking such strong hold of her she had to finish telling them to Tommy.
"After I finished sucking him off I noticed it had stopped raining. All of a sudden. I swallowed the rest of his jism, running my tongue over my sticky lips, and he asked if we could fuck again. He said he wanted to make love to me all summer. That didn't happen, as it turned out. His mother got very ill and he had to go back home a few days later."
She paused for a moment, realizing she was panting for breath. She could feel the tingling sensation in her cunt getting stronger, spreading slowly in circles from her loins.
Tommy smiled at her. He was enjoying himself thoroughly. She could see his cock was oozing watery pre-cum already, and he wasn't even touching it. She took his balls in her hand and fondled them. Then she was deep in thought again.
"I agreed and we fucked again. This time it was even better. He didn't cum so quickly this time. It seemed like hours. He made me cum twice, or maybe three times, I can't remember exactly, and I remember he was really driving into me with that cock of his, fucking me for all I was worth.
"When we finished he made me promise never to tell anyone what we had done. And I never did, not even my girlfriends at school. Maybe because he was my own cousin, I don't know. I'm sure he bragged about it, though. I wonder what ever became of him? Funny how we lost all touch, though we were never close to begin with. I heard that his mother was alright, though.
"But I'm getting ahead of myself. Ohh, Tommy, that really does feel good now. I want to fuck you, baby. I think you're ready now. Yes, I thought so!"
"Is that it?" he asked. "I thought you said you fucked him again."
"You're really getting into this, aren't you? Touch me there ... that's it. Mmmmm ... yes, yes!"
"Go on, Janet," he pleaded, fingering her harder. "Please!"
"You're a wicked little boy! Alright ... alright ... I can't even think straight now. Wouldn't you rather we fucked? Look ... look how hard and thick your cock is. Ohh, you are a funny thing....
"There's very little to add. As I said he left a couple of days later and I never saw him again. God knows what happened to him. But the night before he left he came into my room after my aunt and uncle had gone to sleep. They had a pretty large farm and our rooms-the so-called guest roomswere at one end, and their bedroom was at another, so they couldn't hear what went on that night.
"I remember thinking it was like being married. I was almost asleep when he sneaked in. Without a word he undressed and he got into bed with me. I felt for his cock. It was hard. He pressed it against my hand and we kissed, sucking on each other's tongue.
"I was never so excited in all my life. Michael, after all, wasn't a bad-looking boy.
He was thin, like you, but strong and big for his age. He looked older than thirteen, or however old he actually was.
"He fumbled around under the sheets, then entered me. I remember how powerful his cock thrusts were. I thought he would split me in half! He kept on slamming into me, penetrating me deeper than I'd ever been before, and I was loving every minute of it. And it was even more exciting because we were doing it in bed, right in the house like that. If my aunt and uncle had ever caught us they would have killed us.
"Oh Lord, he learned fast. He stayed hard inside me for so long. He would even stop before he was about to cum, wait and catch his breath, then ram into me again. I came God knows how many times before he did. I fell in love with his cock!
"And still I never got pregnant. We fucked a couple of more times that night, but as pleasant as it was each and every time the sensations were never quite what they were that first time. They haven't been since.
"So we fucked and I sucked his cock a couple of times and he ate me out until I screamed for him to stop. I actually had to pull his head up by the hair. He was making me cum so many times I thought I would pass out! We certainly learned a lot that summer. It must have changed us both. It certainly changed me. After that I was boy-hungry. I would fuck anything that moved. But it's never been like that first time. And probably never will be. Maybe it's not meant to be. Hell, it's been so long now I wouldn't know it if it did happen."
"I'll try to make it that good for you," he said, his voice trembling with emotion. Janet gasped. She climaxed under the awkward touch of his finger. Maybe, she thought, he's what I've been looking for. A young boy. A young, inexperienced boy who will do anything, who can fuck for hours. And who is a virgin.
"I want to fuck you now," he whispered.
CHAPTER TWO
Janet could feel the anticipation building inside her as she eyed the boy's magnificent cock. She could almost feel it inside her already.
"I-I hope I'll ... be alright," he stammered nervously. He got between her legs and she reached out to take hold of his tumescence.
"Just relax," she whispered, her voice quivering with emotion. "You'll be just fine. We're both going to enjoy this very much."
She told him to press forward, and as he did so she guided the tip of his prick between her puffy cunt lips. He sighed deeply as he penetrated her, feeling her silky, hot, wet pussy muscles gripping his tool in a firm embrace.
"Oh jeez, that feels ... ohhh, man!"
Janet arched her back. She had never had a dick so thick and long inside her before. She held her breath and the boy leaned awkwardly against her, his chest flattening her tits. He felt her pointed nipples pressing into his flesh.
He was all the way inside her.
"Now go in and out, slowly at first, until you get the hang of it. Jesus, you're big ... so fucking thick ... like a tree trunk inside me!"
"It ... it doesn't feel good?" he panted, his pelvis moving.
"Ohh, Tommy, I can't begin to tell you just how good it does feel! Just start fucking. That's it ... in and out ... in and out ... mmmmm ... yes, yes!"
"You're so tight," he gasped. "So hot and wet. It feels fantastic. I can't believe I'm actually fucking!"
She wrapped her legs around his slim young ass. "I can," she moaned. "Ohh sweet Jesus, I can!"
She looked down at him, seeing his cock, now wet and glistening with her juices, going into her cunt, then reappearing. Even his pubic hairs were wet with her fuck sauce. She could feel the pressure mounting inside her pussy. She began groaning. She pounded back at him. They quickly established an exciting fuck rhythm.
"Ohh, this is lovely," she moaned.
He loved the slick feel of her fuck channel. He looked down and watched his schlong repeatedly penetrate her innermost cunt depths. It was a feeling unlike anything he had ever encountered before. He could feel his nuts tightening. Waves of pleasure were spreading outward from his lusty loins. His cock was on fire!
He played with her boobs, his fingers kneading her tit flesh until she squirmed with delight underneath him, a warm pool of her juices spreading on the sheet beneath her ass.
"Fuck me ... ohhh baby you're doing so well ... you're learning so very, very fast. I can feel an orgasm already ... it's coming ... almost here. You're so stiff ... so hard ... inside me ... keep it up. Don't stop ... that's it ... faster ... faster ... fine ... doing so fucking well. Beautiful ... harder ... that's it ... harder ... faster!"
He was slamming into her now, concentrating with all his might to hold back from cumming. He wanted so much to please her. He wanted to recapture for her that first time with her cousin. He rammed, his balls slapping against her hairy cooze.
She locked her legs around him and squeezed, increasing the tightness of her pussy. He threw his head back and howled, his cock shaft reaming directly against her swollen clitoris. The cunt sensations were becoming more intense. It felt as if she was plugged into an electrical outlet. Currents of spiraling pleasure sent sparks shooting throughout her entire body.
"OH GOD!" she cried out in ecstasy. She came, her fingernails raking down the boy's back. She cupped his buttocks, pushing his dick all the way into her womb. She hissed between clenched teeth, unable to speak. Her cunt channel was overtaken by spasms of pleasure. Her fuck juice flowed out.
"Again," she whispered with desperation once she had finished climaxing. "As hard as you can. Michael fucked me so hard. I remember now how it hurt ... then it was so damn good...."
"I can't keep it up ... much longer. Janet, I'm going to cum any fucking second now. It's too much to resist ... I never felt like this ... never!"
"Just for a few minutes more," she panted. "Just ... a ... few ... minutes ... more ... Tommy...."
"I'll try," he said, pounding-into her faster and faster, hoping she would cum again before he did.
"Oh yes!" she suddenly cried out. "OH GOD, YES!"
Her body was shaken with convulsions. She had a wild, sleepy grin on her face. She threw her head back and squealed like a little girl.
Tommy was suddenly thrown forward on top of her, as if pushed from behind. His pelvis moved back and forth, side to side, his cock corkscrewing its way up her womb. He grabbed her tits and squeezed, letting out a scream which fortunately was not loud enough to be heard outside Janet's room, even though the doors to the balcony were wide open.
He felt the fire shooting out of his cock. Janet writhed, her hands running up and down his pale, sweating adolescent body, trying to touch him everywhere at once.
"I can feel it, baby," she moaned. "Oh Lord it's there ... just like it was ... ohh God, such pleasurable pain!"
Tommy made thick noises from the back of his throat as he climaxed. He thought his cock would be split in half. He kept pounding into Janet's dripping cooze, the most intense fuck sensations imaginable shooting up from his loins.
He sucked on her nipples, going frantically from one to another as if he suddenly had so much energy to expel he didn't know what to do with himself. Janet embraced him, wrapping herself protectively around him, their bodies gyrating with pleasure.
Then it was over as quickly as it had begun.
Tommy let out a sigh of contentment and slowly let his cock fall out of her oozing vagina. He lay beside the panting woman and tried to catch his breath.
"Tommy," she gasped. "That was wonderful ... simply wonderful. I felt it ... I actually felt it. You're what I've been looking for ... craved for ... all these years. It felt like ... ohh Jesus, words fail me...."
"Like it was with Michael?"
"Yes! Your cock is so thick and hard.. It did produce the same incredible sensations. It hurt ... then it didn't hurt. There was pain ... then the most consuming ecstasy I've ever experienced. You're fabulous!"
Tommy beamed with pride. He thought to himself, wanting to leap with joy: I'm not a virgin anymore!
"Let's do it again!" he said, his fingers running through her moist, wiry pubes.
Without a word, Janet got to her knees and pressed the boy back onto the bed as he started to get up. She quickly straddled his thighs, reaching underneath herself for his cock, which was still rock hard.
He looked up at her, his face shining with expectation.
She held his cock straight up in the air, then carefully lowered herself down, spearing herself on his pulsating member.
He held onto her hips as she slowly rose and fell, his cock disappearing into her hot chasm of pleasure, then reappearing moments later, wet and shiny with her sticky cunt juices.
Tommy wondered how many different ways Janet knew of making love.
She pressed her hands on his shoulders, leaning over him enough so he could fondle her swinging melon tits. He was amazed how big and how hard her nipples were. He knew it excited her when he touched her pointed knobs, especially when he squeezed them between his thumb and forefinger.
They French-kissed, her pelvis moving a mile a minute now. She changed tempo-first going slowly up and down, then slamming down quickly, his prong penetrating deep inside her, reaching deeper inside her than any penis had gone before.
His tongue slipped between her hot, dry lips. She sucked on it, her lips devouring his. He began thrusting up at her. He couldn't help doing so. She made him feel so aroused. It was as if someone was in control of his body as they fucked. It started to twitch, and produced the most fantastic sensations. Sensations he never wanted to end!
He felt his body melting into hers. He was helpless in her arms'.
She sat up again and reached underneath her ass for his balls. She gave them a squeeze and the youngster thought he would hit the ceiling. Then he felt her slipping her middle finger between his asscheeks.
He was suddenly frightened. What's she doing now? he wondered.
She laughed at the look on his face. "Don't be afraid, sweetheart. You should trust me by now."
"I do, but-but what are you doing with your finger? That's my-my asshole!"
"Haven't you ever stuck your finger up your asshole when you were masturbating?" she gasped. He felt so thick inside her. She never thought she could approach an orgasm so quickly.
"Why would I want to do that?"
She smiled. "See? There's still a lot I can teach you." She tried pressing the tip of her finger up into his virgin shit hole, but her position was too awkward. Besides, she was getting alarmingly close to what she could already feel was going to be another breathtaking orgasm.
"I'll leave this until later," she said, pulling her digit from between his quivering cheeks. "You'll see how good it feels then. You have a sensitive gland up there and when you press against it, it makes your orgasm much more intense. But we'll try it later. It's too difficult now. Ohh Jesus, it's coming! I can feel it. Hold me, baby. Hold me steady. Here we go!"
With that she went up and down on top of him like greased lightning. He got dizzy just looking at her. Instead, he closed his eyes and relaxed, a moan escaping from deep inside his throat.
"My sweet little fuckboy," she groaned, her tits swinging like pendulums. He could feel the tips of her pointed nipples brushing against his nose.
"Oh, Janet, do it to me! You bitch ... ohhhhh! It feels good ... so fucking good ... hot and tight and juicy and oh ... ohh ... OHHHH!"
They both climaxed at the same time. He thrust upward, meeting her downward momentum and it was as if lightning had struck them both. She felt his sizzling hot wads of jism shoot up into her, bathing her inner cunt walls with his gooey essence.
"Sweet Mother of God!" she hissed like a snake. She bounced up and down like a yo-yo, her mouth open in a wide O, but nothing coming out. She was speechless with pleasure. Every nerve end screamed in ecstasy.
This has to be the closest thing to heaven on earth, she thought, collapsing on top of him, the bottom half of her body still moving frantically, milking his cock dry of seed.
"More!" he cried. "More! More! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
And to think, she mused, that I thought this was going to be a thoroughly relaxing holiday! By tomorrow I'll be absolutely exhausted!
She could practically feel his glans hitting against her spine. She nearly mashed his young balls flat when she ground down on him, his cock flattening her tear-shaped clit button, forcing all the exquisite sensations out of it at once. Janet thought she would pass out.
The boy instinctively steadied her on the bed; otherwise she would have caused them both to fall off. He tried pumping up into her but he was already as deeply embedded in her cunt as he could be. All ten inches. He had never felt so good in all his life!
They moaned and sighed and squealed with delight. They were the only two people on earth. Reality had been temporarily pushed aside. All they were aware of were the fuck sensations and their sweating bodies, the faint scent of his cum and the more pungent smell of her fuck juices.
All this intermingled. They reached their peak of pleasure and gasped, their eyes wide as saucers. It was as if they couldn't even begin to comprehend the magnitude of their pleasure. It was something intangible, yet it was pulsating intensely inside them, blossoming out like a beautiful flower, embracing them both as one. It could be felt, but only for a short span of time.
They were like two junkies. They were hooked, especially the boy. He craved for that fix. That mind-blowing rush of fuck sensations which enveloped his entire body. Tears welled in his eyes. He felt so damn good!
Gradually, however, the exquisite sensations subsided, leaving them both weak and panting for breath. Janet lifted her butt and the boy's cock, now freed from its wonderful confines, slapped against his belly.
Janet noted his cock was still hard as steel. She wondered if it would ever go limp.
She lay beside him, content and at peace with herself. The mellow afterglow of a particularly satisfying orgasm swept over her, making her feel sleepy. She saw that Tommy was having difficulty keeping his eyes open.
I've worn the poor darling out, she thought, smiling to herself.
"It's getting late," she whispered, gently pushing away a lock of curly blond hair which had fallen over his eye. "It'll be dinnertime soon. Shall we dine together?"
"Mmmm. I'd love to." Then, after a pause, he opened his eyes and said, "Do you think it would be okay if we were seen together?"
"Let's be daring."
He laughed. "Let's!"
CHAPTER THREE
Janet requested a table off to one corner. Behind them was a window through which they could see the garden, which was now lit up. They ordered dinner and made small talk.
Janet nearly fell off her seat when the boy mentioned where he lived.
"My God, Tommy," she gasped, her eyes shining with delight. "That's only a few blocks from where I live. A few blocks! I can't believe it!"
He took both her hands in his. "Are you serious?" he whispered, as if they were trading government secrets. "I'll be going back home in a few days. My parents and I will be doing some sightseeing around here first and then ... you mean we'll be able to see each other every day?"
She felt giddy. Weightless. "Yes, sweetheart! I-I just can't believe it. Like a dream come true! What a remarkable coincidence! You don't know how incredibly happy you've made me. Why didn't you tell me before?"
He giggled, feeling just as elated as Janet. "How was I supposed to know we live so close? I mean, we never saw each other before lunch the other day."
She nodded. "That's true. And to think if we hadn't both been here at the same time we probably never would have even said hello to each other, let alone go to bed together!"
Just then their food arrived. Tommy was ravenous.
After the table had been cleared, while Tommy was waiting for his dessert and Janet for her coffee, she felt the boy's hand on her thigh.
"It is like a dream, isn't it?" he said. She saw the passion burning in his eyes. Already his shyness had left him, at least with her. His hand went up her thigh and she shivered. She felt it disappearing inside her dress.
She looked around, suddenly nervous. "Tommy, don't...."
"Why not?" he whispered urgently. "I'm hard for you now. I wish we could fuck right now. No one's looking at us anyway. No one will see...."
Her pussy burned with anticipation. She felt her juices soaking through her panties. The boy's hand squeezed and caressed her thigh. She began feeling weak. Sweat dotted her forehead.
"Tommy...."
"Sshhh...."
She spread her legs slightly and leaned back against the cushioned seat. Tommy inched his chair closer to her.
She felt his fingers inside her wet panties, on her wiry pubic bush.
"Ohh Tommy ... Jesus...."
"Relax," he whispered.
She reached over and rubbed the crotch of his pants, feeling his pulsating tumescence. She unbuttoned his pants, then unzipped his fly. She reached inside his underpants and pulled out his hard cock.
"Janet...." he sighed, his fingers digging into her hot, wet pussy.
He found her clitoris and started reaming across it, his two fingers working in and out of her, getting wet with her cream. The tablecloth began to nutter.
After a few minutes of fingering her clit she could feel an orgasm about to crash over her.
She stroked him and saw by the tightening of his face that he, too, was nearing climax. She let his cock slap back against his belly and pulled the white briefs back over it. Then she rubbed up and down the firm outline of his shaft. When he came she didn't want his jism flying in all directions, staining the tablecloth. This way his cum would be trapped inside his pants.
"Harder," he moaned, both of them hoping the waiter wouldn't appear for a few more precious minutes. This was one time they didn't want prompt service.
"Oh Tommy ... Tommy ... I'm so close ... you're driving me crazy." She tried to compose herself, smiling at one of the other guests who happened just then to glance in her direction. She leaned forward and gasped. She thought she would hit the ceiling.
She saw the boy's eyelashes beginning to flutter like two tiny bird's wings. His middle finger reamed across her burgeoned clitoris hard and furiously.
She climaxed, pressing one hand to her head as if having a sudden headache. She bit her lower lip and suppressed a desire to scream out loud. She came, the sensations shooting through her like electricity. It felt wonderful!
"Oh God ... oh God...." she muttered under her breath.
She gripped the boy's tool tightly in her hand and squeezed.
His fingers slipped out of her dripping vagina and he leaned forward, shielding the side of his face that was open to the others in the dining room.
He made choking noises at the back of his throat and seemed to wince with pain. He moaned softly and Janet felt his cock jerking spasmodically inside his briefs. He came, his cum soaking through his briefs, pooling viscously at the head of his erupting penis.
"Fuck!" he groaned, his crotch pressing against her hand. He felt her fingers manipulating his whang, and getting the desired results. He spread his legs and reveled in the ecstatic sensations.
Tommy's fingers left the woman's dripping cunt and slowly trailed down her thigh. He zipped himself up once he had finished cumming, adjusting his pants and feeling the wet, warm pools of spent semen swimming down his belly.
He made a face at Janet and she laughed. The waiter then appeared and they quietly finished their dessert and coffee.
"Can I sleep with you tonight?" he asked, wiping his mouth and neatly folding his napkin and placing it next to his plate.
"I would be disappointed if you didn't."
He smiled. "Then it's settled."
"It's settled."
"Will you suck my cock?" he asked, caressing her bare arm. "Yes."
"And we'll fuck?"
"You won't be able to keep count."
He laughed, running his tongue over his lips. "I can taste your delicious pussy already."
"I thought you just had dessert?"
"That was just to whet my appetite." Now Janet laughed. "I see."
"Let's go upstairs now," he said, squeezing her arm. "My cock's rock hard again."
"When isn't it?"
He grinned and they both got to their feet.
Janet could swear everyone was staring at them as they left the dining room, but she saw from the corner of her eye that wasn't so. For all the attention they were getting they might just have well not been there at all. Which suited Janet perfectly. She didn't want anyone in the hotel suspecting her lascivious relationship with the handsome eighteen-year-old boy.
When they got upstairs the boy stretched out on Janet's bed and watched her slowly undress. She did a tongue-in-cheek striptease for Tommy. Before she finished undressing he was practically drooling. He began undressing too, and when he pulled down his white briefs, his hard-on sprang into view.
Janet turned to open the door leading to the balcony and Tommy got up and circled his arms around her, pressing his cheek against her shoulder. His hard cock was w-edged between her buttocks. He pressed his loins against her buttocks, sighing with pleasure.
She liked the feel of his schlong against her ass crevice. She knew he was doing it unintentionally, but it gave her a thought. She hadn't butt fucked in a long time....
When she quietly suggested it to Tommy, turning around to face him and take him into her arms, she thought his eyes would pop out of their sockets.
"Do men and women really do that?" he asked innocently.
"Yes."
"But-but I thought only ... only queers do it. You know...."
"Well, I know I'm not gay and I don't think you are...."
"Janet, that's not what I mean." He blushed. "It seems kinda funny, that's all."
"I've done it, sweetheart. It can be wonderful."
"Doesn't it hurt?"
"That's part of the pleasure."
"Oh. Did you do it with your husband?"
"No. With other men, though. We don't have to go into that now."
"Well ... I don't know...."
"I promise you, you'll enjoy it. My asshole is much tighter than my pussy, you know. Just imagine the feeling...."
"Well...."
"You'll adore it. I promise."
She cupped his balls and rolled them on her palm, exciting him.
"I told you there was a lot yet to be learned," she whispered. "My star pupil...."
The more he thought of it, his hands now caressing her shapely buttocks, the less repugnant the idea became.
"My cock's big, you know...."
"I know."
"I mean, will it fit?"
"I think so. I have a small jar of vaseline in my toilet kit. If you smear some of that over your cock you'll slip in very easily."
"Messy," he commented, making a face.
Janet smiled. "But worth it. You'll see."
She could feel the excitement building up inside her. She wondered how it would feel with his tremendous prick inside her, slamming into her with ever-increasing gusto.
"Okay, let's do it," he said.
She went through her kit and pulled out the small jar. She opened it and handed it to the boy. Then she lay down on the bed, stomach first.
"This is going to be very nice...." she said, getting comfortable and spreading open her legs. The boy saw her puckered red asshole. He shuddered. His cock pulsated. He dipped several fingers into the jelly and fisted his cock, getting it good and greasy with the vaseline.
I never imagined I'd be doing this, he thought.
He looked at his greasy hands and rushed into the bathroom, bringing back with him a towel. He dried his hands and positioned himself between Janet's spread legs.
"You'll tell me if I'm hurting you," he cautioned her. "I don't want to hurt you, Janet."
"Don't worry, sweetheart. You just stay hard inside me as long as you can."
"Okay. Here goes."
"Slip in all you've got," Janet said, breathing heavily. "Every thick inch!"
Tommy bent down, cock in hand, and pressed his glans against her puckered butt hole. Janet tried to relax her anal muscles. Cupping her groin, his arm hooked around her waist, he pulled her toward him, at the same time thrusting forward.
Janet groaned. His cock head disappeared inside her shit channel.
Taking a deep breath, he pulled her closer and his cock shaft started to slip between her buttocks. Janet writhed, feeling the pressure build and build inside her.
"Oh sweet Jesus," she moaned, wriggling her ass.
In another couple of minutes he was all the way inside her.
"Tommy ... ohhh Lord ... Lord...."
"Does it hurt?" he asked, his voice choked with emotion. He was holding himself back from pounding the life out of her. He could feel her ass muscles tugging on his tool, blanketing it in hot, slippery flesh and manipulating it like a hundred tiny hands.
"No ... fine ... it's ... fine. Just so big ... let me catch my breath."
She reared up, giving him a better cock angle. That did the trick.
"Are you sure ... you're okay?" he gasped.
"Yes! Yes! Fuck me, baby. Fuck me!"
That was all the boy had to hear.
He couldn't believe how tight she was. It was a feeling entirely different from that which he felt while cunt-fucking her. The vaseline had certainly done the trick. His cock went in and out of her shit chamber effortlessly. In a short time he had the hang of it, careful not to pull his cock all the way out of her because it took time to re-enter her hot depths.
The pain, the sheer discomfort of his thick tumescence, had been great, but only for a few minutes. Then the pain quickly turned to pleasure, or rather a subtle mixture of the two, which was what Janet was looking for. The pleasant sensations increased, overwhelmed her entire body.
"Your fingers," she gasped. "In my cunt ... fingers ... cunt ... god!"
He slipped two fingers inside her cunt and savagely thrust them upward. She thought she would hit the ceiling. The sensations now growing from her pussy were merging with those steadily building inside her shit channel, creating one tremendous force which Janet thought would split her in two!
"Ahh, give it to me, Tommy, my little fuckboy! You do it so well!"
His strokes were long and easy, then sharp and quick. He alternated frequently, giving her an exciting variety.
She climaxed, shuddering with delight.
He played with her clitoris, reaming it, tweaking it with thumb and forefinger, his fingers soon covered with her juices. She arched up and screamed with pleasure. Her natural ass secretions further lubricated the boy's agile fuck strokes. His balls slapped against her ass with every forward motion. She could feel his curly pubic hairs against her cheeks.
"More! Harder! Jesus! Jesus!"
"Can't take much more of this," he panted, feeling the hotness in his loins intensify, a sure sign he was about to cum. His legs felt weak. He was sweating like a pig.
"Tight, Janet," he groaned, flinging his head back and clenching his teeth. "So fucking hot and tight!"
"Oh, baby, I never thought cornholing could be like this. Your cock is magical ... never felt so good in my entire life. Little fuckboy ... Christ."
"Soon, Janet ... Can't hold back much longer. Soon...."
She climaxed again, her juices staining the sheet underneath her pussy.
"Stay hard inside me forever, sweetheart," she moaned. "You ... can ... do ... it...."
Then the boy lurched forward, and at the same time her shit chamber was filled with his stringy, hot seed. Wad after precious wad shot into her as his cock pulsated in its tight confines. Tommy whimpered like a child, his whole body convulsed with spasms of exhilarating pleasure. He cried out in ecstasy.
Janet came once again. She thought her climax would blind her; it was like a searing hot flash of light across her eyes.
"Won-der-ful," she sighed.
When the eighteen year old finished cumming, his powerful thrusts gradually slowing down, he pulled out of her with a faint pop! and lay next to her, panting for breath. His cock glistened with vaseline, and wads of his own cum were lying between his pubic hairs.
Janet groaned. Her rectum ached. But she felt good. Very good. The best she had felt in a long time. She put her arm around the gasping boy and drew him closer to her.
"I think my pupil just got himself another A," she whispered.
He smiled, rolling over on his side and kissing her tits. She closed her eyes and spread her legs. His tongue nicked at her pointed nipples and she groaned.
"Fuck me," she murmured.
His tongue trailed down to her belly, leaving in its wake a trail of saliva, and he licked her bush, pulling at her wiry hairs with his teeth. She placed her hand on top of his head and pressed, urging him downward to her pouting pussy lips.
He licked her vulva, tracing the outline of her puffy lips with the tip of his fleshy tongue. He tasted her delicious essence and that made him more excited. She was so warm and spicy!
He pried apart her legs and licked the inside of her thighs.
"Tommy ... ahhh...." she moaned.
He pulled apart her cunt lips and his tongue slipped inside her. She arched her back and sighed with pleasure. She bit her lower lip to keep from calling out.
She reached down and grabbed his hot tool. She loved the greasy feel of it as she stroked it. She wondered how it would be if his entire body was smeared with vaseline. Pale and glistening in the sun! Like an Adonis!
His head was w-edged between her legs. She wrapped them around his neck as he flicked his tongue repeatedly against her sensitive clit button. The pussy sauce ran out of her in a flood. He made a slurping noise as he sucked up her fragrant liquid.
Tommy heard her making strange noises in the back of her throat. He could feel her excitement growing.
His tongue and middle finger worked together, building up an ecstatic rhythm which soon had the woman climbing the walls with pleasure. He was magnificent! Why hadn't she fucked a young boy before?
She jerked him off, her fist a mere blur as it flailed over his raging tumescence. His balls bounced, the inner sacs swirling in their sea of cum. She felt his veins filling with blood, pulsating under her tight grip.
"Oh Lord, it's not possible to feel so good ... Jesus!"
His nostrils were clogged with her juices. His lower face was smeared with them. He could swallow her essence for hours and still thirst for more!
"Mmmmmm...."
She climaxed, thrusting her vagina up to his eagerly sucking mouth.
Pre-cum fluid oozed out of his gaping piss slit. He tensed up, preparing for the explosion of pleasure to overtake him.
He sucked her out for all she was worth, one orgasm following another, her body jerking and turning and writhing and wriggling with pleasure.
"Suck meee!" she cried, tears running down her cheeks. She was burning up!
He squeezed her thighs and squealed with pleasure. He ejaculated, his cum wads flying up in the air, splattering the bedsheets and her belly and thighs.
She kept on stroking and squeezing his tool.
Janet couldn't believe what happened next.
Not a minute after he finished cumming, he got to his knees and flung himself between her legs, entering her to the hilt. Her eyes were open wide. She started to say something but couldn't. He slammed into her as if he was fucking her for the last time.
She loved it! Only a virile young boy could fuck so often, and so well! He was bursting with pent-up sexual energy. She wrapped her legs around his perky little ass and fucked him back. Together they rode to a tremendous mutual climax, shuddering with pleasure in one another's arms.
Janet hardly caught her breath, the boy's cock still hard inside her, when he started to slowly thrust into her again.
"I love you!" she gasped.
By the time he had finished she felt her flesh melting like candle wax.
And he fucked her again!
It was as if he was forcing his cock to go limp. She had never cum so many times in her life. And each cum was hetter than the last. When he finished she was as weak as a kitten. She wiped away her tears of ecstasy.
He lay on top of her and she felt his cock shrinking inside her. Finally!
She combed her fingers through his curly blond hair, now plastered to his forehead and scalp with sweat.
"Baby, you were wonderful ... words can't convey just how wonderful...."
Then she realized the boy was fast asleep.
She smiled, gently slipping from underneath him. He rolled on his back. She got him under the sheets, first wiping his greasy cock of vaseline. He had the most beautiful body she had ever laid eyes on. She could look at it for hours. She cupped his balls and he moaned in his sleep.
Sighing, already looking forward to tomorrow and another day of lovemaking, she turned off the light and snuggled next to him under the covers.
Soon she too was fast asleep.
CHAPTER FOUR
She could feel him thrusting into her, again and again.
His cock felt as thick as a telephone pole. The tip of it pressed against her backbone. She wanted to cry out, to tell him it was too much, she couldn't take any more, but something was wrong. He couldn't hear her. Or he was blatantly ignoring her. She couldn't be sure which.
The bed seemed to hover above the earth. She was finding it difficult to breathe. And still he kept slamming his fuck rod into her. God, I wish he'd stop! a voice in her head said. But another voice urged him on.
She couldn't remember his name. She wanted to call out to him, but she couldn't remember his name. She had to stop him. She cried out, in pain and in ecstasy. The two sensations were hard to tell apart now.
God, she thought, he's so big inside me, so fucking big! Won't he ever stop ramming it between my legs? God ... God ... God....
She woke up, her body bathed in sweat.
At first she couldn't recall where she was. Then she remembered. Tommy's parents were due at the hotel in a few hours, just before lunch. The boy was sleeping in his own room though he had spent most of the night in Janet's room.
She recalled their previous afternoon together. A full day all to themselves. The picnic. Fucking on the blanket, out in the open field, as if they were the only two people on earth.
Now things would be different. They would have his parents to contend with. They would have to be much more careful.
Janet decided to leave the following morning. The boy would be returning home a few days after that. She didn't know how she would pass the time before she would see him again. The big house to herself. Waiting. But that would be all she could do. Wait.
Then he would be hers every day!
She wondered what his parents looked like.
It was another bright, sunny morning. She stretched languidly and took a shower. She had breakfast brought up and served on the balcony. Already she missed him. He was only a few doors down from her but she didn't dare go to him.
We might as well both get used to it, she thought. And, after all, it's only for a few days. It'll make our little reunion all the more exciting. God, and to think he only lives down the block from me. Small world, indeed!
She finished her breakfast and gazed out at the garden. Several guests were taking a leisurely stroll. She wished Tommy were with her. She couldn't get him out of her thoughts. Scenes of their lovemaking went through her mind like a film. She could stop the reel of film. at will. Go over certain scenes again. As if in slow motion.
She felt the sun on her face and sighed.
She reached under her robe and combed her fingers through her pussy, which was wet from her lascivious thoughts. The urge to cum overwhelmed her. She craved the feel of the boy's pale skin. So soft ... white as marble....
Janet got up and went to lie down on her rumpled bed. She untied the cord holding her robe together and made herself comfortable. She spread her legs and placed her hand on her belly.
She imagined it was Tommy's hand, not her own, which was now making circular patterns on her belly. She felt her pulse quicken. Goosebumps appeared on her flesh as her hand went between her tits, over her tit mounds, down one thigh, then the other.
She teased herself, all the while fantasizing that the eighteen-year-old boy was lying naked beside her, leaning over her so their bodies-touched, his hot, eager breath fanning her face.
"Tommy," she moaned softly. "Ohh, Tommy ... so sweet and soft and innocent...."
She felt the pointedness of her nipples. She writhed, the cool sheets caressing her body, as she tweaked her sensitized knobs. Tingling feelings went up and down her spine.
"Tommy...."
Her hand reached down and combed through her wiry pubic hairs. She could feel her cunt lips twitching with anticipation. Little sparks were being ignited deep between her thighs.
She remembered herself as a little girl, masturbating as she was about to now, just after that summer with her cousin Michael.
She masturbated often after that, trying in vain to capture that exhilarating feeling which her first encounter with sex had brought her.
Tommy had brought her that particular sensation of keen pleasure. It had pierced her to her very core. His big cock, now so sure as he grew more certain of himself, could drive into her as only her excited cousin's prick had. That youthful abandon, that unerring search for pure sexual pleasure! Until Tommy, she had forgotten what it was to feel that.
She spread her cunt lips and slipped her middle finger into her creaming vagina.
"Tommy...."
Now two fingers were inside her. She imagined the boy's hot young lips were clinging to her erect nipples. They were on fire!
"Give it to me, sweetheart," she sighed, her eyelashes fluttering. "Every hard, fucking inch, baby. Drive that big boy cock all the way inside me. That's it ... ohh, is that ever it, my love! Harder ... all the way ... all ... the ... way...."
Several fingers simultaneously reamed over her burgeoned clit button. She felt the first vague stirrings in her groin. She sighed loudly.
"Oh my lord, I've never felt a cock that big before ... as thick as a tree trunk ... any man would be proud to be so well hung ... and to think ... to think that beautiful cock is on a beautiful eighteen-year-old boy! My own little fuckboy!"
She started finger fucking herself, her digits clawing deeper into her twat channel.
She broke out in a cold sweat, the bedsheets becoming twisted around her writhing body. The room began to spin in ever-widening circles. She imagined the boy was on top of her, his young, agile body working like a dynamo, sending his fuck pole as deep into her as it was possible to go, deeper than any man's cock had ever gone.
Yes! She could feel it now, getting closer and closer. Ever so close. She arched her back and whimpered, shutting her eyes tight and wrinkling up her face.
"Ohh Jesus!" she exhaled.
She came, her body twitching with delight. Her fingers slammed in and out of her, imitating the thick hardness of the youngster's impressive penis.
"Tommy ... TOMMY!"
She lay limp and temporarily drained of energy. She panted for breath.
That wasn't bad, she thought. Not bad at all.
Then she started again, her hands slowly circling over her flesh, her fingertips barely touching her body.
"That's it, Tommy. Inside me. Slow and easy. Nice and slow ... mmmm, I can feel it again ... like a power unleashing itself inside me ... trying to break out ... rip me in two. Here it cums ... so quickly? Ohhh Christ yes ... yes ... YES!"
She arched her back again, throwing her head back until her forehead was touching her pillow. Her neck muscles strained and she made strange guttural noises at the back of her throat. Waves of pleasure rode through her, pulling her down on the bed, spreading her legs, making her ass wriggle in ecstasy.
"Pleasure never was like this!" she said aloud. Then she moaned, her fingers and knuckles dripping her aromatic cum sauce.
She came twice again, until she finally just had to stop.
This is crazy, she thought. It's like I'm a junkie looking for a fix. I'm hooked on the boy's cock!
That night after dinner, while looking in her purse for the key to open her room, Janet noticed a man was staring at her down the hall. She couldn't quite make out who the man was at first because she was a little drunk. She had had too many drinks before, during, and after dinner. Now her vision was a bit blurred.
All through the meal, her table not far from where Tommy sat with his parents, she couldn't take her eyes off the boy. She had to look away several times to avoid meeting the boy's mother's eyes, or his father's sullen looks.
Tommy looked a lot like his mother. She was thin and quite beautiful, while his father was tall and had, Janet thought, a mean look in his eyes. A guarded look, as if he held many secrets and dared anyone to find them out.
She felt a shudder when she looked at him.
Now she realized he was the man looking so hard at her. Has he followed me up from the dining room? she wondered. Then he walked toward her. She saw he too was a little tipsy. Her hand shook as she inserted her key in the lock.
He was beside her. "Uh, excuse me," he said, slurring his words ever so slightly. He gave a short laugh. "I couldn't help but notice."
She looked up at him and blinked. "Notice? Notice what?"
"Down in the dining room just now. I saw the looks you were giving me."
"Giving you?"
He laughed again. "Don't fuck around, lady. I'm here, aren't I? Isn't that what you wanted?"
He took her hand and placed it on his crotch. She felt his hard cock.
"Jesus! What the hell do you think you're doing?"
He leered at her. "You tell me, sister. Let's stop playing hard to get. What's the point anyway?"
"If you'll please excuse me...."
He put his arm in front of her, holding her back from entering her room.
"Please," she said, her voice quivering in fear. She felt her heart pounding against her chest. She could feel the shape of-his hard-on against her fingers, as if imprinted for life. "Your wife ... your ... your son ... please!"
"If you don't tell them, I won't. They're both going to the lounge anyway. Won't miss me. Just you and me, sweetheart. Why don't we have us a little drink, eh?"
She wanted to laugh. He was so comical.
"What makes you think I was looking at you?" she asked.
"You mean you were looking at my son like that?" He smiled.
"No ... no of course not." She blushed.
"How come you look so embarrassed? You funny or something or what? You get your kicks out of fucking little boys? I'm beginning to think Tommy's a fag anyway. Eighteen and he doesn't like girls. What the fuck is that? Maybe he could use a cunt like you?" He laughed again.
Then, without warning, his hand went up Janet's dress and into her panties. She gasped as he shoved two fingers up her cunt. He practically had her up off the floor. He pressed her back against the door and pressed against her, his fingers going all the way up her cunt. She wanted to cry out. But at the same time the sheer viciousness of his action excited her.
"You like this, eh, bitch?" He leered at her. "You're wet as shit, lady. Let's you and I go inside."
He pulled his fingers out of her cunt and pushed her inside. She knew she had more reason to be frightened of the man but she wasn't. She wanted to fuck him. He closed the door behind him and she kissed him, her tongue going into his mouth.
She unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. It wasn't as big as Tommy's, not as long, but just as thick and hairy as hell. She squeezed his balls and he groaned. She tightly fisted his shaft as he reached under her dress again.
He maneuvered her over to the bed and pressed her down, then began undressing her. She pulled down his pants and boxer shorts, practically ripping off his shirt.
He pawed her tits, a smile on his face, and he spread her legs. He slammed into her, entering her to the hilt. She gasped, her legs automatically going around his waist. He reached under her ass and brought her closer to him. Her legs slid up around his neck.
"A nice tight cunt," he moaned, ramming into her until she wanted to cry out. She loved the way he thrust into her with such fierce excitement, as if his very life depended on it.
He huffed and panted on top of her, kneading her tit mounds like dough, all the while ripping through her innermost cunt depths with his prong.
"Harder," she insisted, biting his earlobe. "Fuck me harder ... ohhh, mother of God!"
She got what she asked for.
He was like a machine, his cock going in and out of her with blindingly rhythmic force.
They French-kissed. His breath stank of booze. His breathing was a hard pant. He would gasp with each fuck thrust. He slammed into her with a blinding fury, as if he was racing his approaching orgasm.
Janet's nails raked down the man's sweating back, leaving red welts in their wake. This seemed to anger him. He slammed into her harder. She felt her eyes filling with tears.
"GOD! YOU'RE KILLING ME!"
But there was a wild grin on her face. She fucked back at him, thrusting her pelvis against his downward cock motion. His prick was like a shaft of solid steel, ramming through her, cutting her tender cunt flesh until the woman was climbing the walls with pleasure.
"Bitch," he moaned, getting closer and closer to his blissful moment of relief.
Janet came, her nails pausing to dig into his shoulders. She opened her mouth to scream but nothing came out. She threw her head back and clung to his body. Tears ran down her cheeks.
She began to sob hysterically, the pleasure increasing so much she thought she would go out of her mind.
Her body jerked spasmodically, as if she had just been plugged into a wall socket. Ohh God, she thought to herself, her mind reeling in ecstasy. God, oh God, oh God!
"Take this bitch," he groaned, corkscrewing his rod up into her.
Every time he thrust into her as hard as she thought he possibly could, his next cock penetration would be even stronger. She couldn't stop sobbing, not because of any pain, but because of the intensity of her pleasure. It was melting her flesh!
She felt herself losing consciousness. Wouldn't he ever cum? Now she knew where Tommy got his sexual endurance. She felt the man's cock thicken inside her like a balloon filling with air.
"Bitch ... fucking tight-cunted bitch woman," he cried, squeezing her tits in his hands, a maniacal expression on his face. It frightened Janet, yet it excited her as well. It was as if this was to be her last fuck.
She gasped, cumming again. And again. And again. Her fists pounded his chest. He had to stop. It was impossible he had stayed so hard inside her for so very long. It seemed as if hours and hours had passed.
"Please," she moaned, part of her wanting him to stop, part of her wanting him to continue his powerful assault upon her. "Jesus ... you're ... fucking ... ohhhhh! God, you're killing me!"
"You wanted it this way, didn't you?" he panted, sweat dripping onto her chest and breasts. "Bitches like you always want it like this. Didn't expect it to last so long, did you? I can go on for days, bitch. I'll rip you in half. You'll cum so many times you'll split right in fucking half!"
As he talked he continued ramming into her, deep penetrating thrusts which made her cum over and over again. She started to go limp.
Incredible, she thought. Incredible ... incredible ... incredible....
She climaxed, her entire body twitching. She couldn't utter a sound. She was completely enveloped in pure fuck sensations. She was bathed in a sea of relentless pleasure. The ecstasy was unbearable!
He let out a loud moan, as if someone had thrust a knife into his back, and she felt his cock exploding inside her.
She came again, crying helplessly.
They kissed. She sucked on his tongue, her lips moving over his face. She felt herself being shrunken and drawn into the eye of his penis. As if his cock was a giant vacuum cleaner.
His ejaculation was like thunder inside her. His moans and sighs and gasps and curses filled her ears. She heard nothing else. It was as if they were both in a sealed vacuum.
He pulled himself out of her and lay on his side, catching his breath.
Janet had been so overwhelmed by what she had just experienced she rolled on her side, took his cock, and slipped it between her hot lips. He automatically pressed the flat of his hand against the top of her head, urging her to take in every thick inch. His cock wasn't long, so there was no problem giving his entire shaft her eager attention.
Janet got the immediate impression he was expecting her to do this, to suck his cock as if this was the ultimate thanks she could give him. Nevertheless she sucked him with ever-increasing enthusiasm.
His ass humped up and down off the bed, driving his tool into the back of her throat. She could taste her own cream, as well as the muskiness of his thick semen. She much preferred the taste of Tommy's cock. It had the sweet flavor of youth. Fresh and spicy.
She thought of his prick as she sucked his father's dick. She cupped his hairy balls in her hand, wishing she had Tommy's smooth, plump testicles instead. She squeezed and kneaded his balls until he began writhing ecstatically on the bed.
"Go to it, baby," he gasped, his voice clearer than before. The booze sounded as if it was wearing off. Janet felt a little dizzy, but clear-headed. She knew exactly what she was doing. She only wished she was doing it to the man's eighteen-year-old son!
She couldn't help laughing to herself. The man had just provided her with enough rope to hang himself with. If she and Tommy were ever found out she could always threaten to go to his wife and reveal what he and she had been doing while he sneaked away after dinner that night in the hotel.
She squeezed his cock until he groaned. Then she scooped the droplets of pre-cum which were forming at his gaping cock slit and tasted his warm essence.
She wondered if he actually suspected she was fucking Tommy. Was what he had said outside her door just drunken words? Of course, he had to mistakenly believe her surreptitious glances were meant for him, not for the boy. Yet she still wondered, her pulse quickening.
If Tommy and I were ever caught together it would be no picnic for any of us, she mused. She wondered how this man lying beneath her would react. And his wife. What would her reactions be?
She felt his hand pressing firmly on top of her head.
"Suck harder, you tight-cunted bitch!" Charming, she thought. I bet Tommy is petrified of him. He seems like such a brooding beast. I sure as hell wouldn't want to be married to him!
"Ohh baby, that's good ... the second cum is always the best. Shit, that's fine ... so fucking fine!"
Her tongue crawled up, then slipped down, the underside of his shaft. It glistened with her saliva. She combed her fingers through his heavy bush of pubic hair, feeling his chest muscles tightening up.
Then he came, his cum wads filling her mouth. He nearly broke her jaw, he was slamming into her so hard.
"Baby...." His voice was a long, drawn-out sigh of pleasure.
She swallowed his cum, feeling the sticky sauce slipping between the spaces of her teeth. When he was milked dry she let his cock slip slowly out of her mouth and slap back against his heaving belly.
"Jesus...." He sighed, covering his eyes with his arm. After a few moments he uncovered his eyes and glared up at her, his eyes still slightly unfocused. She hoped he wouldn't fall asleep on her bed.
"You'll keep your mouth shut about this," he said. His voice threatened.
"Of course," she said, smiling. "I wouldn't want to embarrass your wife and son."
"Very funny. My wife's a bitch and my son's gay. I should pay you to fuck him." She was surprised to see him smile. "Would you make a man out of him? You'd take care of him, wouldn't you? Give him a good fucking and sucking, eh?"
"Am I supposed to answer that?" Now it was her time to glare at him.
He got up and began to dress. Janet put on her robe.
"I'm leaving tomorrow," she said.
He smiled. It was a mean smile. "Doesn't matter, baby. This was a one-shot deal, anyway. More interesting that way. I enjoyed myself. Your cunt was nice and tight. Hope you're keeping it occupied."
"You're a hell of a nice guy, you know that?"
"Thanks for confirming my own suspicions, baby."
He finished dressing and walked to the door. "See you around," he said, opening the door. The room was very still after he shut the door behind him.
CHAPTER FIVE
Janet had been on pins and needles all week. Tommy was supposed to have called her the day before-she had given him her number before leaving the hotel-but she hadn't heard from him.
The doubts began settling in.
Was he, in fact, going to call her at all? Had his parents somehow found out about them? Had they been in an accident? Had he grown tired of her already? Was he just playing along with her?
It was noon. She had already called the weekly maid to tell her not to come in today to clean the house, just in case the boy called. In which case he could come right over. Now r the house was eerily quiet. This intensified Janet's unease and uncertainty.
She sat in her spacious backyard, beside the kidney-shaped pool. Per her instructions, the pool had been cleaned just prior to her return. But she didn't feel like swimming.
The telephone rang.
Janet leapt to her feet, nearly breaking her neck running into the living room. "Yes," she said breathlessly. "Janet?" It was the boy!
"Tommy! Thank God! Where have you been, sweetheart? I've been waiting for your call."
"I'm sorry. My folks decided to spend some more time sightseeing. What a drag. But I'm back! Is it okay if I come over?"
"Of course. You know how to get to my house?"
"Sure. You want me to ring the front doorbell?"
"Well, perhaps it would be best if you came right to the backyard. That way you probably won't be seen."
"Okay. Be over in a couple of minutes."
"Be careful."
"He laughed. "Don't worry." Janet quickly went upstairs to her room and changed into a pair of shorts and one of her husband's shirts. Outside it was hot and humid. Suddenly she felt like a swim. She and Tommy would have one. Fortunately, her backyard was bordered all the way around with high, thick shrubs. They were virtually isolated from the rest of the world.
And that's just how Janet wanted it to be.
The boy appeared and they rushed to one another's arms. He looked even more handsome than she remembered. His face, already flushed with excitement, was sunburned, as were his arms and legs. He was wearing a tee shirt and an old tight-fitting pair of cutoffs. He was barefoot inside his sneakers.
"You look beautiful," he said, beaming.
She held him in front of her at arm's length. "I see you've been getting a little sun. You look fabulous. God, I've missed you. These past few days have been, as corny as it might sound, like months. But now you're here. Is everything alright? No trouble with your parents or anything?"
He shrugged. "No. Why should there be? I certainly haven't told them anything about us and I don't have any intention of doing so."
"Terrific. I guess I'm just a little paranoid, that's all."
Tommy looked around. He was visibly impressed. "You've got quite a house here. Wow. Your pool's dynamite!"
"I thought we'd go for a swim later."
"Great."
"Would you like to see my bedroom?" she asked, smiling.
"Are you trying to tell me something?"
"Just hinting."
"I can take a hint. Let's go."
Hand in hand they went inside, the boy stopping to look around, inspect each room. Janet never felt more proud. And to think, she mused, he's only a boy. Who would have thought I'd be so infatuated with an adolescent. I feel like a young girl myself!
As they climbed the stairs to Janet's room, Tommy watched the sway of her hips, her buttocks. The subtle up and down motion of her melon tits. He felt his cock uncoiling. Like a snake about to strike.
When they got to the top of the stairs he put his arms around her and slipped his hands up under the loose shirt to undo her bra strap. Then he cupped each tit and fondled her mounds lovingly.
"I've missed the tight wet feel of your cunt," he sighed. Janet recalled the boy's father's words.
Janet turned around and they embraced. He began unbuttoning her shirt.
"Anxious, aren't you?" she joked, but she too started to fumble with her buttons, wanting to feel his probing fingers on her flesh again. He pulled off her shirt and took a nipple between his hot young lips, his hand at the same time lifting up her boob. He sucked on it passionately and Janet's knees became weak and rubbery.
She unzipped his shorts and reached in his white briefs to feel his hard on.
She remembered the rougher texture of Tommy's father's cock. The boy's member was smoother. There was less hair on his balls and under his scrotum. And it was big! She had almost forgotten just how big and thick it was.
They finished undressing quickly and lay side by side on her bed. She watched the youngster's eyes trail up and down her nakedness, basking in his attention.
"Did you miss me?" she asked, running her fingers through his thick mop of blond hair. It had been lightened slightly by the sun. His legs and arms and face and neck were pink, but the rest of his body was still pale. His tuft of golden-brown pubes was partially hidden by the wide shaft shooting up like an arrow from his loins.
"Miss you? Of course! Each night...."
"Yes?"
"Each night I would jack off just thinking about you. I'd have a hard-on twenty-four hours a day! I'd have to rush off during the day to jack off."
Janet laughed.
"No, really. It's never been that way before. I mean, your body ... your tits and cunt were locked in front of my eyes, blocking out everything else. I felt horny all the time!"
She ran her palm up and down his chest and belly, her fingertips just touching the wiry hairs above his penis.
"And what about you?" he asked, kissing her longingly. "I bet you were horny too!"
Janet thought of the boy's father, the way his cock slammed repeatedly into her, and she was surprised to feel herself blushing. She stammered, "Of course I was horny. Even if I stuck my whole hand inside my pussy it couldn't be anything like that big cock of yours!"
The boy giggled, his eyes dancing.
He held her tits in both hands, feeling the hardness of her pointed nipples. He leaned forward, on his side, and sucked her swollen knob. First one. Then the other. Janet closed her eyes and felt the tingling sensations shoot down from her tits directly to her cunt.
She fisted the boy's erect penis.
A few moments later they were both very aroused. She showered the boy's face, lips, shoulders, and chest with kisses. She lifted up his arms and licked his armpits while he moaned appreciatively. Then she trailed her juicy tongue down his chest, over each hard boyish teat, further down ... down ... down.
"Suck me," he murmured. "I've been dreaming of your hot lips ... your wonderful tongue. Ohhh, Janet, suck me, please, please suck me!"
He arched his back and groaned as she took his hard penis in her hand and squeezed it, at the same time drilling the tip of her fleshy tongue into his musky tasting piss slit. She was instantly rewarded by a clear drop of pre-cum fluid. Then another drop. And another.
She began sucking just his cock knob, her tongue circling around the ridge of the mushroom-shaped head.
"Shit...." he moaned, his hand on her pussy. His mouth watered. "Let me suck you too. Please. Ohhhh, so fucking good!"
She maneuvered herself to a sixty-nine position and allowed the eager young boy to feast on her fragrant honey pot.
You dear, dear boy! she thought excitedly.
She felt his cock shaft pulsating hotly, his veins gorged with blood. Her tongue made wild patterns on his hard flesh, going up and down, circling over his bouncing balls, lifting them upward, feeling their cum-filled weight.
"No one can suck like you," he sighed. Then he opened her cunt with thumb and forefinger and went to work, his exploring tongue going straight for the woman's swollen clitoris.
The same thought that had struck her the first time she held the boy's naked body close to hers-and again during the past few days when she was alone and uncertain whether or not Tommy would return to her-hit her again. It was all a dream. It had to be. Life wasn't this sweet. This perfect. It couldn't be!
Yet she knew it was. At least for her. Tommy was back, and he would stay with her for a long time. She sensed that. He would never tire of her and she would certainly never tire of him. She would watch him grow, becoming a man, and all the while they would make passionate love, for hours at a time!
It was a dream come true!
She took the entire length of his massive penis into her mouth and sucked it for all it was worth. She heard the boy's muffled sighs of contentment. She knew how to satisfy him. Like no girl his own age could. She was a woman of experience.
Just think of all I've already taught him, she thought proudly. All the pleasure I've brought him. And all the pleasure he's brought me!
She sucked his balls, temporarily ignoring his pulsating shaft. She loved the smooth, hairless texture of his scrotum. Would it one day be as hairy and ungainly as his father's? Never!
Her middle finger reached inside the crease separating his slim young buttocks. She pressed firmly against his puckered anus. It opened readily for her and she pressed harder, her finger beginning to slip inside his asshole.
He wriggled his ass ecstatically and she felt his tongue whipping against her burgeoning clit button. God, she thought, ohh God, he's wonderful!
Her entire digit disappeared inside his shit hole. Her knuckles were w-edged against him. She dug into his ass flesh and he groaned, momentarily forgetting about her clit.
"Man, that feels good!" he enthused. "I mean, really fucking good! Do it again, baby. Again!"
She pressed the tip of her finger against his sensitized prostate gland and Tommy's back arched.
"Jesus! Again! Again!"
She sucked him slowly, carefully, tasting every square inch of his saliva-glistening fuck tool. As she sucked, she slid her finger in and out of the young boy's shit channel. The sensations began to build quickly. Tommy gasped, his tongue scooping up Janet's cunt juices.
"Never felt quite ... quite like this before...." he panted, his forehead wrinkling as if he was concentrating hard on something. He could feel his muscles tightening throughout his entire body. His body temperature went up a few degrees. The room was suddenly hot.
He returned his full attention to the woman's flooded cunt channel.
But he was finding it increasingly hard to concentrate on Janet's fragrant pussy, much as he wanted to. He had been looking forward to this moment for days-ever since he saw Janet leave in the taxi from the hotel.
He had imagined her on the train, himself beside her, their thighs pressing against each other. The soft, erotic touch of her fingers....
But the sensations bursting forth from his young loins were driving away all thoughts of Janet's creaming twat. The fire burning so fiercely in his cock shaft made him want to shout aloud.
And his ass was beginning to burn. It felt so funny-the harsh tightness caused by Janet's finger continuously going in and out of him.
"Janet ... wow ... ohhh God, wow!"
"You like this, don't you?" she asked, her tongue caressing his wet cock head.
"It's great ... fucking great!"
She loved his boyish enthusiasm. It made her feel warm inside. She sucked his tool and nuzzled it excitedly between her teeth.
My cunt, she thought to herself. Don't forget my cunt, sweetheart!
As if reading her thoughts, his lips and tongue returned to her slippery vulva, probing between her puffy lips, but it was no good. He arched his back and threw his head back. The sensations were increasing, blinding out everything else. He was getting closer to that blissful moment of release, when all eternity seemed to hold still just long enough for him to experience his reason for being.
The pleasure was all he ever wanted to know. To feel. He wanted it to go on and on, keep on building, building, until his body would be stretched to its absolute maximum.
Then the burst of pleasure would expand and keep on expanding, lasting forever and becoming more and more intense.
"GOD! GOD!" he cried out. "JESUS CHRIST!" he sobbed, tears spilling onto his cheeks.
He arched his back, nearly throwing Janet off the bed. He couldn't believe just how intense the pleasure was this time. It really felt as if his body had exploded. He closed his eyes tight and gasped and sighed and moaned in ecstasy.
He exploded in Janet's mouth, cum spilling from the corners of her mouth as she tried to hold all ten inches of his prick shaft between her lips, and suck and breathe at the same time. And swallow. He struggled against her as his cock continued to shoot the thick, stringy white cum sauce into her mouth. Deep into her throat. She gagged. It was like holding down a wild animal.
God, he's enjoying this one! she thought proudly, slamming her finger way up his asshole.
"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! he screamed, lost completely in the wondrous fuck sensations swirling up from his cock and balls.
What a cum! he thought, even as he was experiencing it, his cock spurting in her mouth, emptying his balls of their precious wads.
He had never been this excited before. Janet didn't even mind that her cunt was being left unattended. She was enjoying the boy's pleasure almost as much as he was. She continued to suck on his throbbing tool like crazy.
"More!" he cried. "Ohhh man, this feels good. Janet, do you hear that? Good! Really fucking good. The best!"
Janet's throat muscles worked as she continued swallowing his foaming jism, just as quickly as his cock shot it into her. She could feel the stringy wads hanging down from the roof of her mouth. Getting stuck between the spaces of her teeth. Going down her throat like smooth, spicy wine.
He seemed to taste even juicier ... sweeter ... than ever before!
He pumped up at her even after he had finished cumming. She continued to suck. A few minutes later she could feel the tension rebuilding in his shaft. He was going to shoot again. She couldn't believe he still had more cum to shoot!
He fondled her clitoris, his fingers jammed tightly inside her. He worked and worked until she felt the first stirrings. Then, like the upward climb of a roller coaster, she felt the sensations increase. Build.
"Yes," she hissed, momentarily forgetting about his hard member. She came, his fingers becoming sticky with her watery essence.
When it was over she felt his lips on her sex. She sighed, anticipating the next sudden burst of pleasure. She returned to sucking his massive penis.
"You want to cum again in my mouth, don't you, my sweet," she whispered, her voice soothing, yet electric.
"Suck it, Janet," he whispered back to her, with ever-increasing urgency. "Suck it like only you can!"
She did as he asked.
Watery fluid oozed out of his piss slit. Janet knew this was just a taste of what was to follow. She could already taste his next sizzling wads.
"Make it even better than last time," he mumbled, his words lost in her wiry bush. He tugged on her curly hairs with his teeth, pulling them, making her groan. She loves it, he thought. And that overwhelming sense of pride overtook him. He knew instinctively he was doing all the right things.
Your cousin never did it like this, did he? he asked silently. I can do it better than him. I'm the only one.
He felt her slightly moist palms on his thighs, kneading his flesh as her excitement grew. He manipulated her swollen clit button until she arched her back, as he had done only a few moments before, and gasped with delight, her body then shuddering convulsively. He loved it when it did that. It made his heart flutter.
"Ohh Lord," she moaned, before returning to the task at hand: the sucking of Tommy's delicious piece of hard meat.
She sucked him quickly, her head a mere blur as it moved up and down over his loins.
He pumped up at her, a wild grin growing on his sunburned face. He was sweating, the sweet muskiness of his perspiration filling her nostrils. They flared, like a bull's.
"Janet," he gasped, then he climaxed. "Je-sus," he said softly, his cheeks wet with tears of complete ecstasy. This cum was better than the last!
And it did seem to last so, so long.
He lay quiet when it was finally over. His cock felt cold once Janet's mouth left it. He could still feel the wet embrace of her lips on his shaft. He sighed.
"Oh yes," he whispered. He closed his eyes and sighed again.
Janet maneuvered herself so she was lying beside him, her tits pressing against his sweating back as her lips brushed over his neck and shoulders.
"Good?" she asked, already knowing the answer.
"Mmmm ... so good...."
"Ready for more?" she cooed, smiling to herself. "About time that cock of yours found its way back into my hot little pussy."
"I couldn't agree with you more," he said, chuckling. "Why don't we try a different position this time?"
Janet nodded. She positioned herself across the width of the bed, with her legs overhanging the side. She instructed the boy to stand on the carpeted floor, between her spread legs. He did as she asked, looking down at her pale naked body. Her furry box seemed to be winking at him. Her inner cunt flesh glistened with her warm and aromatic juices.
"Pull my ass up so I can lock my legs around your neck," she said. Her voice carried with it the implicit desire for urgency. Tommy could see she was panting with anticipation. Her pubic hairs were matted with her fuck sauce.
Without a word he slipped both hands under her ass and lifted her butt up. She wrapped her legs around his neck. At the same time he reached down and grabbed hold of his erect penis.
Her female odor was strong now. It excited him. Her box was close. Very close. He pressed the head of his cock between her cunt lips. She reached down and guided it into her, reveling in the smooth sensation of his shaft disappearing through her fingers, into her steaming twat.
She moaned, her eyes rolling back in their sockets as all of his cock slowly penetrated her innermost vaginal depths. She arched her back like a cat, slow and languid. Goosebumps ran up and down the boy's back.
"Fuck me hard," she said, her voice barely a low whisper.
Tommy eased himself down on her, resting on the balls of his feet. The carpet felt soft and plush beneath him.
He started to ball her, his cock slipping in and out of her effortlessly. At first he was slow. Very slow. Letting her feel every inch of his hard thickness. Then he picked up the tempo, thrusting into her with hard, short jabs.
"That's it," she gasped, grabbing a handful of the bedsheets, her body writhing with pleasure.
He held onto her thighs, his fingernails digging into her soft flesh. He rocked on the heels of his feet, his thrusts intensifying until Janet felt the first electric impulses jolt her lower body.
He could feel her inner cunt flesh clutching his tool each time he entered her, as if her vagina never wanted it to leave its hot confines. Her flesh massaged his member, creating wonderful sensations inside his loins. They began their inevitable build toward that moment he was panting for.
He was finding it difficult standing on his feet. His knees were weak. He wasn't sure he could hold up his own weight. With each stroke he seemed to grow weaker, yet a strange exhilaration was also taking over him, directing all his energy to his hard prick.
He ran his hands over her tits, feeling the hardness of her erect nipples. She laid her hands on top of his, directing his fingers over her tit mounds until her head started rocking to and fro.
"It's coming," she cried. "God, it's almost here."
Her flesh petals molded themselves around the boy's thick pecker, conforming to its shape and size. She could feel the delicate mushroom shape of his prick head. It thickened with each and every thrust forward.
He leaned over and sucked her nipples, first one, then the other. She groaned, holding onto his head with both hands, her fingers running through his blond curls.
"Tommy," she said, pumping back at him. Her legs had by now slipped down around his slim, boyish buttocks, where they remained as she climaxed, crying out in ecstasy. He stopped for a moment after she had cum. She urged him on, slamming her pelvis into his. He continued.
"More," she said desperately. "Every hard young inch, sweetheart. I want all of it!"
He had to pause momentarily several times in order to hold back from cumming himself. He wanted to give Janet the benefit of at least several cums before allowing himself the pleasure of reaching orgasm inside her hot pussy.
Janet opened her eyes after she had climaxed a second time and looked up into the boy's face. He was concentrating hard. She knew he was trying to hold himself back from shooting.
Let yourself go, she thought, but she didn't verbalize her thought. She wanted those extra cums as badly as Tommy wanted to provide them for her.
"Jeez," he said between clenched teeth. "Can't ... much ... longer ... soon ... very soon. Ohhhh God, I can feel it ... like molten lava up my cock. Mmmm ... my balls are gonna explode...."
"Give it to me," she cried hysterically, riding on the crest of another sweeping orgasm. Her hands swept over his back. She felt the outline of his backbone. She reached down to his buttocks and slipped her fingers between his buttocks, rubbing against his sensitive anus.
"Christ, don't do that," he gasped, emphasizing each word. "Trying so hard to hold back."
"Don't. Shoot, Tommy! Let me feel all that thick, gooey sauce inside me!"
Somehow her forefinger found its way up the boy's quivering asshole. At that moment he came, screaming aloud, his voice ringing in her ears. He slammed down into her with all his strength, taking the woman's breath away.
"Fucking A!" he howled.
She reached down, her finger slipping out of his butt hole, and cupped his bouncing testicles. She squeezed, and the boy nearly hit the ceiling. He yelped, slamming into her even harder, his pubes scratching against her belly.
"Jesus," she squealed, her body in the tight, sensual grip of unleashed passion.
They came together, their bodies writhing and turning and squirming in ecstasy. The boy felt himself dissolving into her pale, sweating flesh. It felt as if he was getting sucked into her vagina. As if her cunt lips were opening wide, stretching, pulling his entire body between her thighs.
When they separated she saw his cock was limp. She held it gently in her hand.
"That really was a good one, wasn't it?" she inquired, looking at his member as if hypnotized.
"You said it...."
"Ready for more?"
He laughed. "I think after that one my cock'll never get hard again."
She smiled. "You've said that before. Let's see if you're right this time...." She began massaging his penis.
Once again, she proved him wrong.
CHAPTER SIX
"Janet, I think we're in trouble." She closed her back door and turned around, her eyes round with alarm.
"What is it?" she asked, trying to keep the tremble out of her voice.
"It's my friend Bobby," the boy explained. "I just found out he's been following me here the past few days."
It was now a few weeks since Janet and Tommy were reunited. They had established a mutually satisfying routine. Tommy spent virtually every day in the woman's bedroom. But now something had gone terribly wrong. Janet saw their life together melting away, as if all they had been through since meeting at the hotel had never happened.
"How do you know this?" she asked, sitting down.
"He told me. I saw him trailing me and I ducked behind a bush and waited for him. We're good friends and usually spend a lot of time together. Lately he's been getting curious. Wonders where I go every morning."
"And what did you tell him?"
"Nothing. But ... I mean, he knows. I could tell by that smile he gave me. I mean, why would I be seeing a grown woman living alone every day. He told me! I denied it but ... well ... he just knows!"
"Where is he now?" she asked, feeling faint.
"By the side of the house. Waiting." v "Waiting?"
Tommy nodded. "He told me ... told me...."
"Go on. Told you what," she said impatiently.
"He said if he didn't get any action, he'd tell my parents about us."
"Jesus. What are friends for...."
"Janet, I'm sorry," he whined. "Shit, what a mess!"
"Maybe not."
"What do you mean?"
"Well. I'm sure he wouldn't want his parents finding out about me, the same as you wouldn't your parents finding out about us. Checkmate! You'll have something on each other, so to speak. What a ridiculous situation! But I guess there's nothing we can do."
"Do you want to ball him?" Tommy asked hesitantly.
He's jealous, she thought, smiling to herself. She felt her heart hammering in her chest. She stood up and embraced the youngster. "You're all I'll ever need. But what else can I do?"
"It might be kinda neat. I mean, since you have to do it."
"You're beginning to get turned on by the idea?"
He smiled sheepishly. He shrugged. "Yeah, I guess so."
"What's your friend Bobby like?" she asked, the excitement welling up in her too. Two young boys at once! she thought.
"He's kinda shy. I don't know ... a nice guy ... despite this. Somehow I can't blame him. It's blackmail, but I can't blame him."
"Is he a virgin?"
Tommy nodded. "I'm surprised he got up enough courage to do this to us. He's not like that." He laughed. "Maybe he's having second thoughts...."
"And maybe not. You better bring him in."
Janet felt her hands trembling after the boy ran out to get his friend. She wondered if the boy was as cute as Tommy. Was he older? Younger? She had forgotten to ask. Suddenly it was as if there was no danger. No threat to her arrangement with Tommy. It was as if fucking two young boys was completely natural.
She saw right away Bobby was indeed having second thoughts. Tommy practically had to drag him into Janet's living room, where she stood, composing herself.
The dark-haired boy stood uncertainly before her, looking at his feet, blushing furiously. Tommy looked at him, then up to Janet, and smiled knowingly, as if to say to the woman, See? I was right. He's not so sure he wants to go through with it now. But it's too late.
Janet could see the bulge growing in Tommy's pants. He was getting excited by the thought of what was going to happen with Janet and his friend.
Janet walked to Bobby and hooked her finger under his chin, bringing his head up so she could see his face. The boy looked up at her with obvious embarrassment. Janet beamed down at him. He was a handsome little devil! Slim as Tommy and slightly taller, with a face equally as angelic as Tommy's.
Janet knew right then and there she would have to take him. Tommy could read her thoughts by the expression on her face. He felt another pang of jealousy. And of aroused excitement. He was enjoying his friend's embarrassment.
"Bobby, this is Janet," Tommy said.
Janet placed her hand on his shoulder. She felt the boy jerk at her touch. She caressed his neck. "Do you want to fuck me, Bobby?" she asked outright.
Her question seemed to shock the boy. He looked up at her and gulped. "I-I know what you and T-Tommy have been doing here," he stammered defiantly.
"So I hear," Janet replied, unbuttoning the first two buttons of his shirt and slipping her hand inside to caress his thin young chest. She massaged his little nipples, making them hard.
"Hey ... hey, what are you doing?" The boy looked frantically from Janet to Tommy.
"I thought this was what you wanted, Bobby," his friend said, smiling. "Janet can ball like no one else. Nothing to be frightened of."
"Would you prefer if we were alone?" Janet asked the trembling adolescent.
"Well, maybe ... yes...." he stammered.
"That's not fair," Tommy whined.
"I'll-I'll tell your parents, Tommy."
"Some friend you are. What business is it of yours what Janet and I do?"
"Alright. Alright," Janet said soothingly, unbuttoning the rest of Bobby's shirt and gently pulling the folds out of his jeans. "No arguments. We'll all go upstairs. Tommy is right. Since you're putting us both to a lot of trouble it's only fair Tommy watch you lose your virginity."
Bobby looked up at Janet, then at her hand as it swept over his chest. He blinked repeatedly, as if he had something in his eye, but he said nothing.
Janet looked at Tommy and they both smiled. She nodded to the stairs and Tommy led the way.
"You will keep this all a secret now, Bobby, won't you?" she said. Her voice seemed to go right through him.
"Yes. I guess I'll have to. Maybe I should go and forget the whole thing. I don't know what came over me. It's just that I want to get laid so bad and it's so hard getting it on with a chick and I just knew what you and Tommy were doing. Since Tommy got back with his parents he hasn't even said hello to me. That's not like him. So I had to follow him to see where he was going every day. I knew something was up. And I was right." .
"You were jealous of your friend," Janet interjected.
Bobby nodded. "I'm sorry, Tommy. We shouldn't be arguing like this. You're the only friend I've got. I'm sorry I said I'd go to your parents. I won't. I'll go and forget the whole thing."
"You don't have to do that." Tommy put his arm around his friend. "Stay. It'll be a gas, just the three of us. There's nothing to be scared about. And there's nothing like getting your rocks off!"
"You've really done it with her?" he whispered to Tommy, as if Janet weren't there.
Tommy beamed. "Sure. You wouldn't believe half the things we've been doing. It's so good, man! Come on. Let's all go upstairs. Okay?"
"Okay," he said hesitantly. "And I promise I won't tell anyone. Honest."
"I believe you. Now, come on."
Bobby felt more relaxed now that the tension between him and Tommy had eased. But he was still frightened. Like Tommy, he was shy with girls his own age. He found it hard to believe his fair-haired friend was actually fucking such a beautiful woman. Not just a girl their own age, but a full-grown woman!
She excited him. He had caught a glimpse of her during the past several days he had been following Tommy. He thought of her at night. His cock got hard thinking of her. And now she was going to fuck him! He was finally going to lose his virginity and find out what fucking was really like. What it felt like inside a woman's cunt.
He had never seen a woman naked before. Not in the flesh, only in girlie magazines. He could feel a tingling in his groin now as he mounted the stairs with Janet and Tommy. He was completely captivated by Janet. He eyed her ass, her tits, her face and voluptuous figure. She was beautiful! The most beautiful woman he had ever seen!
And I'm going to fuck her! he thought excitedly. He began to tremble all over.
As soon as they got into Janet's bedroom, Tommy began undressing.
Janet took Bobby by the hand and led him to her bed. They sat down on the edge of the bed.
"Do you want to kiss me?" she asked softly.
Bobby felt awkward. He blushed. He didn't want to make a fool of himself. He nodded silently to Janet. She smiled, took both cheeks in her hands and her lips pressed against his. He closed his eyes and experienced a sudden sinking sensation. He closed his eyes and sighed as he felt the woman's tongue press between his dry lips.
At first he didn't return her kiss. But as her tongue trailed deliciously inside his mouth he couldn't help but feel aroused. He slowly began to relax. He returned her French-kiss, reveling in the sensations now bursting from his loins.
He felt his cock springing to life.
Janet laid her hand on his thigh and squeezed. He thrust his tongue between her hot, wet lips and she sucked on it. He moaned. His arms went around her. He felt her hand on his crotch. She caressed the growing outline of his penis. He groaned, feeling dizzy. He closed his eyes and his cheek pressed against her heaving breasts.
Tommy sat in the easy chair across from the bed, a wide grin on his face. He was enjoying himself. He pulled off his sneakers and sat in just his white underpants. That's the way, Bobby, he thought. Go to it, man!
She rubbed the crotch of Bobby's jeans, feeling his cock thickening. Growing. It was slim, but long, almost as long as Tommy's.
She felt his hand going inside her blouse, his palm cupping over her tits. She was braless. She heard the boy gasp when he felt her nipple hardening against his palm.
"Relax," she whispered in his ear, biting the lobe. "Just relax...."
She unzipped his jeans and ran her hand over his underpants. His cock was fully erect now. She loved the slim feel of it. Her cunt creamed for the feel of it. She reached inside his white underpants and ran her fingers up and down the soft, slightly rubbery feel of his prick. Already it was oozing watery pre-cum.
"You're very big for your age," she whispered in his ear, loud enough for his ears only. She wanted Bobby to forget his friend was in the room. She wanted him to think there was only the two of them.
She pulled down his jeans and underpants while he fumbled with the buttons of her blouse. She helped him take her blouse off, then pulled off his shirt. His body was pale, like Tommy's had been. Evidently he didn't venture out into the sun long enough for a good tan.
His cock felt good in her hand. She stroked it and he moaned, lifting up her tit and fondling it. His balls were plump looking, especially against the slimness of his cock shaft, which had a slight bow to it. She combed her fingers through his sparse brown pubic hairs. She held his scrotum, squeezing it slightly.
"I want to fuck you," he choked, unbuttoning her tight jeans.
"I want you to fuck me," she said reassuringly. Tommy pulled down his underpants and began stroking his cock, his eyes glued on what was going on between Janet and the young boy.
She helped him pull down her jeans and panties. She spread her legs slightly and the boy gingerly placed his hand on her thick bush of pubic hair.
"It's-it's beautiful," he panted, his eyes round as saucers. He felt his fingers becoming sticky with her female essence.
"Stick your middle finger inside my pussy." She groaned, the heat rising from her twat, engulfing her entire body.
He did as she asked and slowly they fell back on the bed. She kissed him, holding him tightly to her. He was very excited now. He could hardly control himself. She began fisting his cock again.
"If you keep doing that you'll make me cum," he whispered urgently.
She remembered that was what Tommy had told her the first time, in the hotel room. It seemed so long ago....
And, as with Tommy the first time, she didn't want this handsome young boy to cum too quickly the first time. She wanted to enjoy his hardness inside her for as long as possible. And she wanted him to enjoy his first fuck for as long as he could.
She held his prick and eyed it hungrily. His prick head was not as finely sculptured as Tommy's-the mushroom shape was less distinctive-and she wondered how his thin shaft would feel inside her after Tommy's thick penis, but that would have to wait.
First things first, she thought.
She lowered her head and took the boy's prick into her mouth and began sucking it.
"Jesus!" Bobby gasped under his breath. He looked at Tommy, as if for support, and was shocked to see his friend openly masturbating. Tommy smiled at him and Bobby reluctantly returned his smile.
What have I gotten myself into? he wondered.
But soon this and all other thoughts were dispeled from his mind. The fuck sensations began climbing over him like a vine. His blood boiled. He lay back and let Janet suck him while she played with his tight young scrotum at the same time.
"Finger fuck her," Tommy suggested, his voice tight with emotion.
Bobby couldn't believe the size of his friend's penis. It was absolutely huge! He had never seen it before and he couldn't help blushing, comparing it to his own thin prick. Yet Janet was obviously enjoying his penis; she was sucking it with great relish. He was surprised Tommy's cock could even fit into Janet's small vaginal opening. He wondered how it would feel with his cock moving in and out of her.
He reached out and slipped two fingers inside her vagina as Janet sucked his cock especially hard, fisting the lower part of it while her tongue swept up and down its length.
Tommy remembered the first time Janet sucked his cock. He could feel the tight, wet embrace of her lips. The texture of her tongue, exploring every square inch of his pulsating tool. His hand flailed over his tumescence. He pressed back against the easy chair, the moment of release almost upon him.
"Harder," the boy moaned. He winced, as if in pain, then arched his back and let out a yelp.
Janet felt the first burst of his cum wads against the roof of her mouth. Then wad after precious, spicy wad filled her mouth to the brim. She swallowed repeatedly, his thin prick struggling against the back of her throat. It jerked between her sucking lips.
He moaned, writhing in pleasure, his thin body arched in ecstasy.
Janet knew he was experiencing the most pleasurable cum of his life. She had him hooked!
Tommy watched through half-closed eyes as his friend reveled in the intense sensations shooting upward from his loins. It was as if Janet were sucking his prick, not Bobby's. His body tensed up in the chair and he whimpered slightly, throwing his head back until all he could see was the ceiling.
His cock erupted in his fist, showering his belly, thighs, and chest with semen.
"Oh God," he whispered. "God, oh God."
Janet wiped her cum-stained lips and smiled down at the boy. He grinned with satisfaction, and Janet noticed his eyes went straight to her glistening pussy. She felt the excitement drilling through her. She was ready to accept his adolescent penis. And he was now more than willing to give it to her.
"Fuck me," she said, her eyes bright with expectation.
"I-I hope I can do this right," Bobby said with uncertainty.
"Don't worry. You'll be fine. I'll help you."
Neither Janet nor Bobby noticed Tommy getting up to go to the bathroom to wipe the spent cum off himself. His prick was still hard as a steel rod as he walked barefooted across the room. He now felt impatient; he wanted to join in on the activity!
But he would wait until Janet had taken the boy's virginity. Bobby should have that moment, that experience, all to himself, he thought, grabbing a towel and wiping his belly and pubes.
Bobby positioned himself between Janet's spread legs. She continued giving him words of encouragement. He felt his heart hammering against his thin chest. He thought he was going to pass out. He couldn't seem to find enough air to fill his lungs.
Balancing himself on both palms, placed on either side of the prone woman, he lowered himself down, his arms and legs trembling, and she reached out to take hold of his oozing pecker and guide it toward her anxiously awaiting pussy.
"Such an adorable cock," she whispered, trying to put the shaking boy at ease. "Nothing to be frightened about, my sweet adorable little boy. That's it. You'll see how good I'm going to make you feel ... so very, very good...."
"I'm-I'm scared. I won't do it right. I just know I won't do it right...."
"Ssshh. Relax. Relax."
She took hold of him, pulling him toward her by his cock, feeling it pulsating excitedly in her hand. His balls hung free and easy, refilled with their precious liquid essence.
"Just relax...."
He lowered himself on top of her. "Sshhh...."
Her free hand cupped his buttock and pressed down. "Jeez...."
He felt his prick head slipping between her pouting cunt lips.
"God ... I'm doing it."
"Of course you are, my sweet...."
He jabbed down and was rewarded by the sight of his slim pecker disappearing between Janet's spread thighs.
"Wow, that feels ... feels ... wow!"
"Mmmm, that does feel good, doesn't it? So long and thin ... mmmmm, I like it. Yes, yes...."
He was all the way inside her. He lay panting, his cheek nestled between her tit mounds.
"Go to it," Tommy said, having resumed his position sitting on the chair.
Bobby sighed, a smile playing on his lips.
Janet told him what to do next. He was content just being inside her hot, tight cunt. But he began fucking her, arching his back and plunging awkwardly into her, renewing within her the exciting cunt sensations she now lived for.
Only a young boy can do it so well, she thought. I'll never have another man as long as I live. Only my little fuckboys.
"This is great!" he gasped, slamming into her now with ever-increasing speed and dexterity. He was quickly losing all inhibitions.
Although his cock was slimmer than Tommy's it was that difference which made it exciting for Janet. She wondered suddenly what it would be like with both their cocks inside her. Fucking her at the same time. Was it possible?
She wrapped her legs around the boy's slim young ass and urged him to slam into her with all his strength.
"Don't be afraid. Really give it to me ... Go on ... that's it ... THAT'S IT!"
Tommy couldn't help himself. He started to stroke his penis as he watched them writhing ecstatically on the bed in front of him. It was like watching a porno movie. Only this was real!
"Do like she says," he whispered. "Give it all to her. Really get your rocks off I"
Janet felt his slimness slicing through her inner cunt depths. Her pussy was sending out urgent fuck signals. She knew she would be cumming soon. It was the excitement of having another boy's penis inside her. And one so different from Tommy's. She couldn't decide whose she liked better!
She pumped back at the boy until the two of them quickly established a mutually satisfying fuck rhythm. The boy was going great guns now, ramming into her repeatedly, his cock thrusting deep into her womb. He could feel his balls tightening, preparing to release their spicy load.
"Ohh Bobby," she moaned, her head going to and fro on the bed.
"Janet. I can't tell you how good this feels. My cock ... it's going to fucking split in half ... It's never been like this before ... I'll never jerk off again!"
"Fuck me," she groaned. "FUCK ME!"
Tommy pumped his cock, wishing he was the one getting the benefit of Janet's hot cunt. But he knew his turn would be next. His other hand cupped his balls squeezing his scrotum gently. Then he pressed his middle finger against his asshole.
"I'm almost there," Bobby squealed, his voice as high as a little girl's. "Fuck! I'm almost there!"
"Keep it coming, baby," Janet cried out. She arched her back and came, a gurgling noise sounding from the back of her throat. Her eyes rolled in their sockets.
"Am I doing it right?" the youngster gasped, seeing the pleasure he was giving Janet.
"Can't ... for ... much ... longer ... hot ... so fucking ... hot!"
Tommy's ass was in the air, his feet off the carpet, as his digit slowly slipped up his asshole. He winced, feeling his ass muscles taking his middle finger deep into his shit chamber. His fist continued to pump his hard penis.
Bobby's cock felt so smooth and as hot as a poker as he jabbed into her, his body gyrating with pleasure. He was using every ounce of his strength to pound his meat into her.
She came, clutching him to her. Her eyes rolled back in their sockets. She was blanketed in warm, ecstatic sensations. She wrapped her legs tightly around his ass in order to increase the tightness in her cunt. She could feel her inner flesh petals holding onto the boy's thrusting penis for dear life.
She climaxed again. And again. A chain reaction of orgasms, one right after the other. She couldn't speak. It was incredible! She was bathed in ecstasy. Her body reveled in it. She squirmed with delight, the boy's moans and groans filling her ears, making her pump back at him just as hard as he was slamming into her.
"Glorious!" she cried.
Tommy pumped harder, his ass hopping up and down. Look at him go, he thought. He's really giving it to her!
"OHH JESUS!" Bobby bellowed. He lurched forward and Janet felt his hot seed spill into her fuck channel, filling it to the brim.
"Yes!" she screamed. "God, yes, yes, yes!"
Tommy shot his load, his face tight with emotion. He didn't take his eyes off Bobby and Janet as they continued squirming on the bed, the sheets becoming entangled around their naked, sweating bodies.
Bobby lay still as death on top of the heaving woman.
Tommy gave his prick one final tug and fell back against the chair, panting for breath. He reached for the cum-stained towel beside him and wiped the jism from his body. Instead of feeling drained of energy and sexually spent, he was more anxious than before to join his young friend on Janet's bed.
"God." Bobby sighed with delight. "I never imagined it would be anything like that! Is it always that good?" he asked Janet. He climbed off her and lay on his side, noticing his semen oozing out of her ragged cunt hole. "I hope so," Janet replied. "Was it good for you too?" he asked innocently. He massaged his aching balls, wincing slightly. "Oh, yes, sweetheart. It was very good."
"As good as with Tommy?" Janet smiled. "You need a little practice before you'll be as good as Tommy. When he fucks it's very, very special."
Tommy joined them on the bed, his half-erect penis looking monstrous as it hung down between his thighs. His balls bounced slightly as he maneuvered himself next to Janet, so that she was sandwiched between the two adolescents.
She put an arm around both boys. "One big happy family," she joked and the boys smiled sheepishly.
"How did you like your first fuck?" Tommy asked the other youngster.
Bobby smiled proudly. "Not bad. Not bad at all. Next time will be even better."
"That's what I like to hear," Janet said, with a smile. "Practice makes perfect."
"Now it's my turn," Tommy announced, laying his hand on Janet's well-shaped tit.
"And what'll I do?" Bobby asked, looking at Janet.
"How about having your first taste of pussy?"
"Hey, that's not fair. I wanted to-" Janet nodded. "I know. But we can't leave Bobby out." She ran her tongue over her lips. "Anyway, I was feeling a little thirsty....
Tommy smiled knowingly. "Okay," he said reluctantly. "But then we fuck, okay?"
"Okay."
Bobby wasn't sure what was going on. Then Janet instructed him to tongue her out, careful to remind him about her sensitive clitoris. Then Tommy straddled her face, leaning over so he could play with her tits while she sucked him off, and watch his friend go to work on her glistening pussy.
Bobby curled his body between Janet's spread thighs. He ran his hand up and down her legs, feeling the pulsations of his cock shaft. He could feel the need to touch and caress her snatch overtaking him. He ran his forefinger over Janet's vulva, massaging her cunt lips.
He combed his fingers through her bushy triangle, his heart pounding with anticipation. He felt his mouth watering.
I wonder what her twat tastes like, he thought. She was oozing pussy juice. II smeared the inside of her upper thighs. The boy rubbed some on his fingers, rubbing his fingers together and feeling the warm, fragrant stickiness.
Her essence filled his nostrils.
He licked the inside of her thighs, tasting her. Not bad! he thought, his eyes widening with pleasant surprise. Not bad at all.
He ventured with his tongue over her belly. She quivered. He drilled into her navel, both hands on her thighs. He inched closer and closer to her eagerly awaiting cunt, as if teasing her.
Tommy fisted his cock to get it rock hard. Then he leaned over and pressed it toward Janet's open mouth. She clamped her lips over the upper part of his tumescence and Tommy grinned with delight, feeling the delicious shivers running up and down his spine.
"Make this good," he whispered to her. She smiled, reaching around to caress his dim young buttocks. He felt his anus opening and closing spasmodically.
Then Janet began to suck his hard tool, her saliva running down his shaft, pooling among his golden pubic hairs.
"Jesus," he whispered to himself.
Janet arched her back slightly as Bobby's exploring tongue slipped between her cunt lips.
Don't forget about my clit, she thought, tasting Tommy's musky schlong.
Bobby pried apart her cunt lips with thumb and forefinger so he could have better access to her burgeoned tear-shaped button of pleasure. It glistened with her aromatic juices.
Gingerly, the taste of her juices filling his senses, he rubbed the tip of his fleshy invader against her swollen nubin. He could tell by her reactions he was doing just what she wanted.
He reached down and started jerking himself off. Slowly. Very slowly. He wanted this to last.
Tommy moved his pelvis rhythmically, his cock going in and out of Janet's mouth. His entire shaft shone with saliva.
Janet felt her nipples harden as Tommy played with her tit mounds. He lifted them up, feeling their impressive weight, then his fingers would run and skip over her flesh, exciting her until she was sucking the boy's penis's full length.
Tommy watched his friend's expressions as he delved deeper with his tongue into the woman's cunt. He could smell Janet's juices. They were almost intoxicating. Bobby was really getting into it now, his hand fisting his hard cock, the tip of which he rubbed against the woman's cum-smeared thighs. Tommy took Janet's left tit in hand and leaned over, taking her erect nipple between his teeth and nuzzling it. Janet let out a moan, her eyes going sleepy as they did whenever she was feeling the beginnings of an orgasm approaching.
Tommy caught his friend's eye and they smiled at one another, each one having the same thought: how great it was to be with this voluptuous, sex-crazed woman. And how good it felt to be alive and able to enjoy the wonderful fuck sensations they were soon to experience together. Something neither of them would ever forget.
Tommy sucked on Janet's hard, sensitized nipple as if his very life depended upon it.
Bobby was activating intense sensations inside Janet's vagina. His tongue flicked across her swollen nubin, making it swell even more, until it seemed to block her entire fuck channel. He gulped down her liquid as quickly as her cunt produced it, loving each and every drop.
He could feel his balls tightening. He was so excited by the taste and feel of Janet's cunt he knew he would be shooting his load soon. He stopped caressing his member, waiting for the burning sensations rising up his shaft to subside, and for his cock to go slightly flaccid, so he could begin stroking it again, controlling his cum and allowing it to burst when he wanted it to.
"Mmmmm," Janet murmured appreciatively as she felt the young boy's cock seem to thicken even more in her mouth, his mushroom-shaped prick head swelling up to almost twice its normal size.
How she loved the taste of a young boy's penis! Especially Tommy's!
"Do it to me," he whispered, licking her tit mound, squeezing it lovingly at the same time. "Make it good. Make me shoot my entire wad into your mouth."
Bobby began fisting his cock again, knowing he couldn't hold back from cumming too much longer now. He wanted desperately to feel that special release.
His lower face was smeared with her hot, spicy cream. His nostrils were clogged with it. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down repeatedly as he continued swallowing her female essence. He was hooked on her fuck sauce!
He could feel her delicate inner flesh petals trembling with desire, readying to experience the blissful release of orgasm. He sucked on her nubbin and Janet arched her back. Bobby fisted his cock faster.
Janet squeezed Tommy's balls. The boy groaned, leaning over more and licking her belly. She soon felt his tongue between her wiry hairs.
That's it! she thought. "Eat me out too," she said aloud, fisting Tommy's tumescent prong.
Bobby reluctantly made room for Tommy's searching tongue and soon both boys were tonguing out Janet's oozing cunt.
She came almost immediately, her body shuddering with delight.
She sucked Tommy's tool harder than ever before, as if to show her appreciation. She felt it throbbing in her mouth, the tip of it pressed against the back of her throat.
She climaxed again, moaning in ecstasy.
Bobby fisted his cock with long, quick strokes. He gasped, his eyes closing momentarily and Janet felt his hot seed splashing against her thigh. The youngster made guttural noises from the back of his throat as he climaxed, his legs jerked spasmodically.
But he didn't stop tonguing her out.
She reached a crashing orgasm, wondering when she would be rewarded by the sudden taste of Tommy's spicy jism.
Both boys really went to town on her. She was creaming heavily. There was more than enough of her female sauce for them both. She loved the way they worked in unison-one tongue complementing the other. She felt Tommy's ass wriggling above her. She jammed her middle finger between his buttocks and it slipped readily up his shit channel.
Then he came, ejaculating thick, steaming wads of cum into her mouth.
His wails of pleasure filled the room. He jerked his head back and practically sobbed in ecstasy, his pelvis working in tune to Janet's excited sucking.
When he had finished cumming he eased his cock out of her mouth and fell back on the bed, a satisfied smile spread over his handsome young face. Janet had to force Bobby's mouth from her cunt. It was as if it was glued to her sex.
"You don't stop, do you?" she said, laughing gleefully.
"I know a good thing when I taste it," Bobby replied with a smile. He wiped his cream-smeared face with the back of his hand.
Tommy and Janet looked at one another, then at Bobby, and they all burst out laughing.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Janet ran to open the front door. She was expecting Bobby, and realized just before opening the door that it was strange he was coming in this way. Both boys were in the habit of entering through the kitchen door in back.
It wasn't Bobby. It was Tommy's father. He grinned at her. "Surprised?" She didn't know what to say. Or what to think. The first thought to enter her mind was that finally she had been found out. The man knew about her and his young son. "Can I come in?"
She silently ushered him into the house. He stared openly at her half-open blouse.
"You're quite a number, you know that?" She didn't like the way he was leering at her. She sensed trouble. Her heart pounded furiously.
"What do you want?"
"Aren't you surprised I found you?"
"Now that you mention it, yes."
He laughed, clearly enjoying her discomfort. "I noticed you at the shopping mall the other day. I followed you home."
"Charming. Now what the hell do you want?"
"Come on, now. That's no way to act after that night in the hotel. Or have you forgotten about that?"
"No. But it's a wonder you haven't. You were so bombed you could hardly walk."
He laughed again. "But not bombed enough so I couldn't get it up. My wife should have a cunt as tight as yours."
Janet blushed. "You have a thing about tight cunts, I see."
He shrugged. "Can't help myself. I like a little variety. It's the spice of life, you know."
"So I hear," she said impatiently. "I don't think we have anything further to say to one another."
"I disagree."
Janet sighed. "What is it? Let's stop this nonsense."
"Okay. Mind if I sit down?"
"As long as it's not for long."
He sat on the couch and patted the cushion beside him invitingly.
"No, thanks. I'll stand."
"Well. I thought you might like to repeat our little performance." He reached out to stroke her thigh. She backed away.
Her eyes blazed. "Who do you think I am, a common whore?"
"What's the matter? Can't handle a man's cock?"
"What the hell is that supposed to mean? Why don't you just get the hell out of my house."
"Hey, settle down, sweetheart. I have a few important things to say. Mutually important things."
"So say them and get out."
"After you hear what I have to say you might not want me to leave so quickly." When she said nothing, he smiled. "Like I said," he continued, "I noticed you at the shopping mall and followed you home. I parked across the street and was getting up enough courage to ring your bell when guess who I saw suddenly disappearing into your backyard?"
Janet didn't have to guess. She turned pale and had to sit down before her legs gave way under her.
"My son, or rather my step-son Tommy. Now what the hell was he doing running into your backyard, looking like he didn't want to be seen?"
Janet didn't know what to say. Her mind froze solid.
"Suspicious, don't you think?" he asked, edging closer to her on the couch. He placed his hand on her thigh, causing her dress to ride up to reveal a portion of her white panties.
Janet didn't say anything. She looked dumbly down at his hand as it eased up her thigh.
"Don't I even get an explanation? Or should I provide one? How long have you been fucking Tommy?"
"How dare you inter-"
"Cut it out, lady. It won't work. I also noticed he returned to your place after dinner that day and the following day too. Both times slipping like a thief into your backyard. In a way I'm glad to hear it. I mean, the kid is so girlish-looking I was beginning to think he was turning into a little queer. At his age I was fucking girls left, right, and center. He doesn't even look at them."
Hatred for this man began welling up inside her, though she was relieved that he seemed pleased his son was showing interest in someone of the opposite sex. Still, that certainly didn't resolve the fact that she was screwing a boy young enough to be her own son. She visualized the police knocking at her door, handcuffing her and dragging her to jail.
And throwing away the key.
What did Tommy's step-father (so he was the boy's step-father, not his real father) want from her now? As if she didn't know.
"Are you blackmailing me?" she asked, her voice trembling.
"You might say that. You wouldn't want me going to the cops, now, would you? Personally I don't give a damn if you get off fucking young boys, or if my step-son is the kid you're fucking. I'm glad to hear it, in fact. Now maybe the kid will find a chick his own age. But if I was to say anything you'd be in a lot of hot water. Tommy is only eighteen."
He slipped his hand inside her panties and she felt his middle finger entering her pussy. God, she thought. What am I going to do? "If you tell the cops," she said, trying to keep calm, "there will be publicity. Think what that would do to Tommy. And your marriage. And on top of that I would have to admit what went on at the hotel. Your wife wouldn't be too happy about that."
She could see by the expression on his face that he hadn't given that side of the coin too much thought. He had only one thing on his mind. He began finger fucking her twat.
"Looks like we have something on each other. But you'd end up losing more than me. As far as the night in the hotel, it's your Word against mine. If my wife finds out You've been fucking her son she's not going to be too anxious to believe much of anything else you might have to say. Know what I mean? As far as Tommy's well-being is concerned, you should have thought of that before balling him."
"You don't give a damn about him, do you?"
He shrugged. "He's not my kid. Why should I?"
Janet was finding it hard to concentrate, what with the man's finger playing with her cunt. She didn't dare pull his hand away, not because she wanted it there but because she was frightened of the man. She didn't know what he'd do. For the moment she would play along with him.
"You like this, don't you, sweetheart?" he said, tweaking her clitoris. She gasped involuntarily, feeling the spasmodic pleasure sensations starting in her loins.
"What do you want from me?"
"Well, I don't see why we can't avoid an unpleasant situation. If you want to go on fucking my son, or any other kid in the neighborhood, it's okay with me. Whatever turns you on, baby, but I want a little piece of the action. Know what I mean?"
"You shit."
He laughed, pulling his hand out of her! panties. He unzipped his fly and whipped out his hard schlong. He pressed down on the back of Janet's head, forcing her mouth down on his tumescence.
My God, she thought, what if Bobby rings the bell? He should be here about now.
"That's the way, baby. Suck it nice and easy. Tastes good, doesn't it?" He eased back on the sofa and closed his eyes. Her head began bobbing up and down. There was nothing else she could do. She had to obey his wishes. And she had to think. Think what she was going to do. She wasn't about to give in to this vile man.
He came quickly, his pelvis thrusting upward to meet her downward suck motions. He gasped with delight, flinging his head back, his neck muscles bulging. He made a hissing noise between clenched teeth.
She wiped her mouth, feeling slightly sick to her stomach, and he said, "Nice. Very fucking nice. You give a good blow job, sweetheart. The first of many to come." He laughed at his own unintentional pun. "Now why don't we go upstairs and really get it on? I want to see if that beautiful cunt of yours is as tight as I remember it."
There was nothing Janet could do.
"I might as well introduce myself," he said, getting to her feet. He waited until Janet stood. "My name is Stan. Yours?"
Janet told him. He smiled. "Well, this Bounds like the start of a nice long relationship."
"Don't count on it," Janet whispered.
"What was that?"
"Nothing."
"Don't be a smart ass now, Janet. I don't want any trouble with you."
"Are you threatening me now as well?"
Stan didn't like the way she looked when he said that. Her eyes blazed and her face lightened dramatically.
He smiled, but it was a weak grin. He resized he could go only so far. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. I just think we should come to a mutual understanding. That's all."
"You expect this to go on indefinitely?" Janet asked, pulling her arm away from his grip.
"Until I get tired of you, yes."
"And what happens if Tommy should happen to hear about this?"
"Well, uh, we'll just have to make sure that doesn't happen."
"And if it does, it'll be your word which won't be worth shit after your step-son informs your wife about us. Ever think of that, asshole?"
His fists bunched up at his sides. For a moment Janet thought he was going to hit her. She flinched, waiting for the blow. But it didn't come.
"Like I said," he said lamely. "We'll just have to make sure he doesn't find out."
"You must think I want to go through with this, Stan. I don't. I'll tell Tommy if you insist on continuing your ridiculous proposal. Maybe not today or tomorrow but one day soon you might be coming home to a little surprise."
"You fucking bitch."
Janet smiled defiantly. "I don't play chess, but I believe the word is checkmate."
"You'd still be up shit creek, lady, after it gets around town you've been fooling around with another man, a married man, so soon after your husband's death."
"That's if the story doesn't get around you tried to rape me."
"Shit." He rubbed his chin. "At least I can keep Tommy away. Just a private little talk with the dear boy and you won't ever see him again. I can promise you that."
"You're really determined, aren't you? Is your wife as bad as all that?" Let's just say I've got a little itch and it needs to be scratched. You gave me a taste of something I liked. Liked very much. I thought once would be enough. It usually is when I have another woman, but with you it's different. If I hadn't seen you at the mall it would have been a different story. I would have had to do without you. I resigned myself to that after you left the hotel. But now that I've found you I'm not going to let you go so easily."
"So we're back to square one, is that it?"
He shrugged. His smile was less assured now. "You want Tommy and I want you. It's not a bad price to have to pay. I'm practically pimping for my son."
"I'm sure you won't lose "any sleep over that."
"Depends on you. I could lose a lot of sleep if we can't come to some sort of ... arrangement."
"Do you do this often?" Janet asked. "I mean, with other women. Behind your wife's back."
"Yes. For years. And she's never suspected a thing. Hasn't hurt our marriage. They've always been one-shot deals."
"Until now."
"Until now."
After a pause, he said, "Well, what do you say? Do you want my step-son that badly?"
She did. She knew she did. She would do anything to keep Tommy. Above Bobby, above any other boy she might find. Maybe a! compromise, now that she had no choice in the matter, wouldn't be so bad after all. Maybe he'd settle for once a week. A weekend fuck. Then she could have Tommy all the other days, even after the summer vacation was over and he would have to start school again.
She looked hard at Stan and was pleased to see him look away from her. It'll be like fucking one of those inflatable dolls, she; thought. That's how animated I'll be in be with him.
"I guess I have no choice," she said slowly enunciating each word, as if they were being spit at the man.
"I could have told you that," he said quietly. He took her hand. "Upstairs?" he said, more of a command than a question.
She nodded, resigning herself to the situation. At least for now. Perhaps there was still a way out. But she would have to sit and ponder that possibility. The main thing now was to get rid of Stan as quickly as possible, and hope that Bobby won't show up now. Bow would she get rid of him without badly hurting his feelings?
She led him to her bedroom. She closed the door and started to undress.
"No. Let me," he said, unbuttoning her blouse.
She never felt so dirty before. Never had he been abused like this before.
Her blouse, and then her bra, fell soundlessly to the carpet. He held her tits, his thumbs working over her nipples. Now that he was sober, albeit excited and aroused, he didn't seem so impatient. He was taking his time, wanting her to enjoy this as much as he was.
She felt her nipples hardening. Her knees suddenly felt weak. She willed herself not to give in to him. She thought now that maybe she wanted to be taken advantage of this way. Maybe, secretly, deep down inside, this was the sort of thing that really turned her on.
Why, she wondered, am I feeling so aroused already, when I shouldn't be feeling any sort of emotion? Why? I have to fight it. Have to.
But her body was giving in. She was putty in the man's hands. She hated herself for it but at the same time there was no way to stop herself.
His lips pressed against hers and his tongue was inside her mouth, roaming over her teeth, her gums, the inside of her mouth. She leaned against him, giving in completely. What was the use?
"Baby," he moaned, his hand going inside her skirt, pulling down her panties, his fingers thrusting up into her cunt, finding it wet and wanting.
His other hand went around to hold her by the ass as he roughly finger fucked her until she climaxed, her body trembling from head to foot.
"Tell me you want me to fuck you," he said in her ear.
"No. Never. God ... God ... mmmmm."
"I know you like this, Janet baby," he whispered hoarsely. "Tell me you want me to fuck you. Tell me you want my cock deep inside your pussy. It's wet, baby. Your pussy is! all wet and ready for me. Tell me, sweetheart. Tell me you want me to fuck you. Tell me you want it ... want it, baby ... go on ... tell me."
His voice drilled into her brain. She felt his tongue on her neck, her shoulders, her nipples, tugging at her pointed knobs, caressing them so sweetly. His fingers played with her clitoris, making it ring out like a church bell. Fuck sensations poured out of her cunt as quickly as her quim juices.
No, she thought. Don't tell him. Don't, don't!
He took her hand and placed it on his crotch. She felt his cock bulging outward, hard and thick and ready for her twat. She squeezed his cock, then pulled down his zipper. She caressed him.
"Tell me...." he whispered insistently.
"Yes," she moaned, his fingers dancing inside her. "I want you to fuck me. Now, Stan. Now!"
"Again, baby. I want to hear you say it again."
"Stan ... please ... fuck me ... stick that big piece of meat deep inside me. Fuck me, baby. Ohhhh Jesus, fuck me!"
He practically ripped off her dress and panties and quickly undressed. She lay back on the bed, fingering her clitoris, wanting the pleasure she had just been experiencing to continue. She felt her pulse quicken when his short, thick cock came into view.
He got on his knees between her spread thighs and pulled her up toward him by cupping under both asscheeks and tugging her. She gasped as he quickly penetrated her to the hilt, thrusting into her until she thought she would pass out.
She remembered the first time with her young cousin. How he slammed into her, the wild look on his face....
She thrust back at him, reveling in the fuck sensations now pulsating like crazy through her hot pussy.
"Stan" ... oh baby ... baby!" she groaned, wincing each time he rammed into her, his balls slapping a rhythmic tattoo against her pelvis.
God damn it, I am enjoying this! she thought. Damn him. Damn him to hell! Jesus it's good. Like those first times with Tommy, when sex was completely new to him and he fucked me with all his strength. Like father, like son....
It seemed like hours. He kept slamming into her, over and over again, and she kept climaxing, over and over again. She wondered if it would ever stop! The pleasure was intense. More than intense. Cosmic!
She wrapped her arms and legs around him and rode on to orgasms almost too good to believe. So close to how it had been with her cousin the first time ... and with Tommy....
He grunted with each cock thrust. They were both sweating like pigs, their bodies gyrating in unison.
Finally he came, his fingers digging into her buttocks as he threw his head back. He howled like an animal, calling out Janet's name.
He pulled out of her once he had finished filling her fuck channel with his hot seed and rolled her over on her stomach.
"I'm going to give you the fucking of your life, baby," he panted. "And you're going to love every fucking minute of it!"
He spread her asscheeks, his cock dripping her cunt juices, and she held her breath as he entered her asshole, his cock slipping effortlessly up her slit chamber. It was sheer pleasure! He leaned over her back and grabbed under her, taking a tit in each hand.
"Fuck me!" she cried ecstatically, her butt wriggling as he went in and out of her rectal opening, which now oozed her natural ass secretions. "Fuck me!"
He gave her every firm inch of his tool. It hadn't turned the least bit soft after he finished cumming inside her pussy. Janet wondered how long it would stay hard, and how much more he would want from her now.
"God," he groaned with every thrust.
His hands left her boobs and both of them combed through her pubic hairs as he continued slamming into her.
He pried open her flapping cunt lips with thumb and forefinger of one hand, while inserting several fingers into her cunt opening with the other. She could feel the fuck sensations renewing themselves inside her dripping vagina, while at the same time those burgeoning in her asshole intensified and merged with those in her loins.
"Good," she muttered. "So good ... mmmmm!"
She climaxed, the tightness in her ass adding to the ecstatic sensations. Her head began to reel. The room spun.
"More!" she cried. "More! Ahhh!"
And he gave her more. So much more that she climaxed again, and again. Like machine-gun fire.
He pulled out of her ass and slammed his cock into her pussy, slicing through her innermost cunt flesh. Janet was in seventh heaven. The pleasure sensations just kept on building and building, becoming more in tense and satisfying with every thrust of his thick, stubby penis.
"Baby, you feel so fucking good," he moaned, his weight pressing down on her back. "So beautifully tight and hot. My wife's cunt should be this tight...."
Then he came, grunting like an animal in heat, his ass squirming as it continued bearing down on Janet. He lifted himself up and sat on the edge of the bed, his cock now limp and wet with her juices.
"How is it with Tommy?" he asked.
"You mean is your step-son a better fuck than you are?"
He laughed mirthlessly. "If he is, he's pretty good. Christ, he's just a boy. A fucking kid...."
"He might be a boy but he learns fast. And he's hung like a bull."
She was surprised to see him blush. There was silence after that. He started to get dressed.
"When can I look forward to the pleasure of your company again?" she asked sarcastically.
"Maybe I'll surprise you."
"I don't like surprises." He shrugged.
"Stan, I just said I don't like surprises.
Let's say next weekend. I'm busy during the week."
"Yeah. I can imagine. I'm at the office so it will have to be next weekend. Meanwhile, don't let my step-son's big cock tire you out too much."
"He can never tire me out."
"You're a lucky woman."
"And you're a very strange man."
"We all have our hang-ups. Some people would think you're a very strange woman. But I suppose that's beside the point. Just keep Saturday and Sunday free."
"Won't your wife be a little suspicious?"
"I'll think of something. It'll only be for a few hours. I can't very well sleep over, can I?"
"Thank God for that."
He laughed his dry laugh. "Given time, I think you could really learn to hate me."
She couldn't help smiling. "I wouldn't need too much time."
"Will you at least show me to the door?"
"Gladly."
When he left she leaned back against the front door and breathed a sigh of relief. Thank God Bobby hasn't shown up, she thought. Who would have thought my sex life could get this complicated!
She wondered whether deep down inside she was actually beginning to like Tommy's step-father. How perverted can you get? she mused.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Bobby giggled. "I don't think it's going to work!"
"Let's try it. Tommy didn't think his cock could fit into my ass and it did, right, sweetheart?"
Tommy nodded. "I'm game. Let's try it."
Janet lay back on the bed and spread her legs wide. Both boys, their cocks fully erect, positioned themselves between her legs. They lay on their sides, their cock shafts pressed against each other, and inched up so their prick heads were mere inches from entering Janet's snatch.
Janet wanted both boy cocks fucking her at the same time.
"Maybe I should put mine in first," Tommy suggested.
"No, I want them both going in at the same time." Janet felt the wonderful tingling sensations beginning in her pussy.
"Okay," Tommy said. "Here goes!"
Their prick shafts pressed together, the boys suppressing a desire to burst into hysterical laughter, they eased their penises between Janet's rosy red cunt lips and into her vagina. .
"Oh Lord," Janet moaned. Together, they were enormous! It felt as if a thick wedge of steel was slowly being shoved up inside her. It took her breath away.
"Hey, it's working!" Bobby called out in amazement. He chuckled. "It's really working." The two boys put their arms around each other's shoulders and began jabbing into her in unison.
The pressure in her fuck channel was almost unbearable. What with Tommy's long thick shaft and Bobby's thin member, both of them fucking her as one huge penis, she could already feel an enormous orgasm approaching from somewhere deep inside her.
Their pelvises thrust. Their asscheeks quivered with excitement. Both youngsters felt the fuck sensations blanketing their loins. Their scrotums pulsated with desire.
They too sensed something big was about to happen.
At first it was admittedly awkward. As the boys became really excited it was difficult to slam into her at the same time. Bobby's cock would slip out as Tommy's slammed in, or vice versa. Their tools were saturated with Janet's fuck sauce, which helped lubricate their cock strokes, but also made their pricks so slippery it was hard to keep them working together.
But they managed. And Janet began to shiver. She came, her orgasm nearly popping the eyes out of her head. She opened her mouth to scream but nothing came out, as if her voice was caught inside her, unable to free itself.
The pleasure was incredibly intense. The keenest orgasm she had ever encountered. Her toes wriggled. Her hands wandered over their shoulders and back. Each time they entered her she wanted to hit the ceiling!
Finally she found her voice.
"HARDER! MORE! MORE! MORE! JESUS H. CHRIST!"
The boys looked at each other. They couldn't believe she actually wanted more. But they gave it to her, ramming and thrusting with breathtaking force, abandoning themselves to the tremendous force overtaking them. That special fire in their young loins which they had become addicted to experiencing. They were like two junkies after that powerful heroin high. Their eyes were bright with expectation. Goosebumps appeared on their pale young bodies. Their cocks never felt as big or as commanding as they did now.
They fucked the life out of her and she came so many times she lost count. After a while it all melted into one beatific pleasure sensation which was unlike any other she had ever gone through.
She thought she was going to pass out. Tears streamed down her cheeks. She began sobbing hysterically. The boys kept pounding their fuck meat into her.
"So tight ... never this tight before," Tommy gasped, his body bathed in sweat.
"This ... is ... gonna ... be ... so ... fucking ... good!" Bobby panted.
She could feel very square inch of both peckers. Their bulbous heads. The way their cock shaft veins pulsated and gorged with blood.
I'm the luckiest woman in the world! she thought.
She climaxed again.
"Can't keep it up ... much ... longer," Tommy gasped, his face tightening up with emotion.
"Let's all try to cum together," Bobby suggested, his voice husky and deep.
"We can try ... but it's going to be soon ... fucking soon!" Tommy added.
"Let me know. I'm so close myself. God, it's good. I mean GOOD!"
Janet arched her back and it felt as if thunder and lightning were exploding inside her. An orgasmic storm of such large proportions she thought it would rip her body to pieces. She screamed in ecstasy.
"Here it comes," Tommy warned.
"Me ... too!" Bobby groaned.
"GOD!" Janet cried out.
The three of them climaxed together, their bodies shuddering as ripples of electric-like current raced through them. Their moans and squeals and sighs of pleasure merged together, creating a symphony of ecstatic cries.
They all agreed afterward that none of them had experienced such intense pleasure before.
"Both your cocks together did the trick," Janet observed. She watched as the boys lay beside her, massaging their aching balls. She had never felt more satisfied.
"Next you'll want us to fuck you in the ass together," Tommy said, giggling.
Janet smiled. "No. I think that would be impossible. I'll settle for two boy cocks in my cunt any time!"
Bobby looked at Janet and Tommy, a horrified look on his face.
"What's the matter, sweetheart?" Janet asked.
"Have you fucked Janet in the ass?" he asked Tommy.
Tommy looked at his bewildered friend and couldn't help laughing, remembering his own reaction when Janet first proposed cornholing her. "Sure!" he announced proudly. "It's almost as good as shoving it up her pussy. Tighter actually. Different. Don't look at me like that! It's really good, I'm telling you."
Bobby looked at him skeptically.
"It is nice, baby," Janet reassured him. She slid over to him, her thighs pressing against his. "Would you like to try it?"
"You-you sure it's okay? I mean ... I've heard of queers doing it, but not a guy and a chick...."
Tommy chuckled. "That just what I said!"
"Tommy's learned a lot since then," Janet pointed out, caressing his thigh.
Bobby shrugged noncommittally. "I'm willing to try it ... I guess...."
"That's what I like to hear!" Janet said, beaming.
"I'll get the vaseline," Tommy offered, leaping off the bed.
Janet, meanwhile, began fisting his half-erect penis. His shaft felt so thin and delicate between her fingers. She could feel it pulsating with anticipation. She lifted up his balls, noting how large they looked in comparison to his penis. Bobby sighed and half-closed his eyes.
Tommy returned with the small jar of vaseline and Janet applied the jelly over the other youngster's hard cock. Tommy watched, feeling his own cock becoming erect again.
"You're going to dig this," he assured Bobby.
"I believe it," he answered. "I'm ready to shoot my wad already!"
Then Janet got on her stomach.
"Hey, what about me?" Tommy said.
"Let's see," Janet said, deep in thought. Endless positions of lovemaking went through her mind. Finally she said, "Sit in front of me. Then I can blow you while Bobby butt fucks me."
"Okay!" Tommy did as she asked, fisting his cock before her eyes, his eyes gleaming with adolescent lust.
"I-I hope I do this all right," Bobby said nervously.
Janet told him not to worry. He positioned himself behind her, pressing his glans between her buttocks.
His hands shook. He took hold of his cock shaft and guided it forward. Then he thrust against her ass and was delighted to see the upper portion of his cock slip effortlessly into the woman's shit hole. She moaned appreciatively.
"Hey, Tommy, you were right," he said huskily. "I can feel it already. Man, this is gonna be good!"
Janet went down on Tommy, the boy's hands pressing down on the top of her head.
Janet groaned as Bobby's slim pecker slowly but surely disappeared between her quivering asscheeks.
This is the life, she thought, sucking on the other boy's thick, manly tool.
A blissful expression took over Bobby's eager young face as he watched his entire cock shaft embed itself into Janet's hot, tight shit channel. He began fucking her, giggling every now and then as he saw his cock go in and out of her ass.
Great, he said to himself, shivers running up and down his spine. So fucking, fucking good!
Tommy watched his friend and this made the fuck sensations starting deep in his loins more exciting. He was glad now that his friend had "blackmailed" him and Janet into joining their lascivious activities. They had been fucking and sucking together now for over two weeks and both boys-and Janet too!-couldn't get enough of it.
Bobby started to slam into Janet's shit hole. When he saw this was just what she wanted of him, he increased his fuck thrusts until she was going back and forth, her head rocking as she continued sucking Tommy's tumescence.
This, in turn, made the woman suck the boy's hard dick harder. Her head was a mere blur as it moved up and down, saliva running down his shaft and dripping off his bouncing balls.
"Ohhh, that's sweet, Janet," Tommy moaned. "So damn nice."
To Bobby it felt as if his cock was made to fit her ass. The fit was so special-so warm and wet, her slithery ass walls massaging his tool like a hundred tiny fingers. Already he could feel the tremulous beginnings of an orgasm.
Tommy started bucking up to Janet, sending his cock deep into her throat, the tip of it sliding off the roof of her mouth and oozing pre-cum sauce onto her flicking tongue.
"Are you ready for my cum?" Bobby asked, his voice tight with emotion. His thrust tempo picked up suddenly. He panted for breath. Sweat ran down his eyes, clouding his vision. He watched Janet's mouth cover his friend's cock and suck on it as if it were a big piece of candy.
"Ohh God," Janet moaned, momentarily letting Tommy's peter fall from her mouth.
"Don't stop now!" Tommy squealed, forcing the woman to continue sucking his tool. He felt her tongue and lips working like a team, increasing the pulsating pleasure emanating from deep inside his lusty loins.
Janet was coming so often now she was beginning to lose touch with reality. All she could feel and think about were the incredibly intense fuck sensations shooting through her. They simply wouldn't stop.
Then she heard Bobby yelp and her shit channel suddenly filled with his creamy white wads of cum sauce. He continued slamming into her, his fingernails digging into her flanks as he held onto her for dear life.
"Heaven!" he cried. "I've just been to heaven I"
His balls slapped against her buttocks. He mashed his pelvis against her cheeks, driving his slim young tool as deep into her asshole as it would go. He was ecstatic with pleasure.
Once he had finished cumming, as if her inner ass muscles intinctively knew he had shot his wad, they expelled his tool from her shit channel and he leaned back and sat Indian-style on the bed, a look of unbelievable ecstasy on his face. His cock, which was now limp and hanging between his pale thighs, jerked convulsively and still oozed cock sauce.
"Wow...." was all he could say, but that said it all.
Now Janet devoted all her attentions to Tommy's thick prong. She licked and sucked all ten inches of it, feeling its thickness as she had never felt it before. She reveled in its lusty scent, its almost rubbery smoothness. Her fingers ran through his moist pubes, then below to lift up his scrotum. She let his cock shaft fall from her lips and sucked his balls instead. First one, rolling it around in her mouth, then the other.
He moaned, calling out her name repeatedly. He could feel the fuck sensations inexorably building up inside him. It was almost time. Almost time....
Bobby inched over and reached underneath Janet to slip three fingers inside her cunt. He wasn't finished with her yet.
Yes, she said to herself. Yes, yes!
She trailed her forefinger underneath Tommy's scrotum, having taken his shaft back into her mouth. She sucked on the helmet-shaped head this time, devoting all her concentration to it, tasting the first oozes of his pre-cum.
"More!" he cried. "Suck it, baby ... every fucking inch! Ohh! Ohh!"
She slipped her finger up his asshole.
"SHIT!" he cried, his eyes wide with pleasure.
She started finger fucking his ass, feeling his muscles tightening around her digit, pulling it up toward his sensitized prostate gland.
"JESUS"
He humped back at her at such a rate she thought he would snap her neck. She grabbed hold of the bottom part of his shaft with her other hand and sucked like crazy, her tongue slithering up and down in unison with her hungry lips.
"FUCK!"
Bobby's fingers worked inside her, her cream lathering all around them, dripping down his wrist and staining the already stained bedsheets.
Janet climaxed again, but was unable to scream aloud because of the huge penis in her mouth.
Then it was Tommy's turn to cry out. He fell back on the bed, his toes wriggling in the air. His belly muscles tightened in bands across his pale thin chest. He threw his head back and groaned. He clenched his teeth and shouted in ecstasy.
Just at that moment the woman's mouth filled to the brim with his sticky, frothy seed. Wads of it oozed down her throat. Her flared nostrils were assailed with the musky scent of his boyish cream.
He bumped and ground his loins against her mouth, squealing like a little girl. He arched his back and felt his cock jerking spasmodically as wads continued to shoot into Janet's mouth. Her lips were fastened like suction cups over his tumescence. She was milking every drop of liquid joy from his tool, pining for more.
He never tasted so delicious! She couldn't get enough of his jism. She concentrated on just sucking the tip of his member, feeling the ridged shape of his mushroomed cock head. It was swollen beyond belief between her lips.
She squeezed his balls, rejoicing in the response she was getting from him. His body shook. His hands and legs danced in the air. She couldn't see the expression on his face because his head was thrust back so far, but she could tell by the protrusion of his neck muscles that he was thoroughly enjoying his orgasm.
His entire body twisted and turned ecstatically. Tommy thought his cum would last for hours. It seemed to intensify with each passing spasm. He gasped for air, all the while moaning and sighing and yelping for joy.
Bobby watched, spellbound. His fingers remained inside Janet's cunt, and the mere presence of them there provided Janet with another chain reaction of orgasms. Her body was pulled in all directions, as if her flesh had turned to putty.
Then Bobby moved his fingers again and this made the woman want to hit the ceiling. Her body exploded, sending out a rainbow of cosmic fuck sensations.
She knew she couldn't take much more of this; it was becoming too much for her. It was as if she were experiencing now all the orgasms she had ever had. All bunched up into one long, continuous line.
Finally, she had sucked the last of Tommy's sizzling white jism. He lay still as death, except for the rapid rising and falling of his chest. His cock slapped back against his belly and fell between his thighs. It was limp now.
Bobby removed his searching fingers from Janet's ravaged cunt to allow her to catch her breath too. He looked at her and his friend, both of them sweaty and tired, and thought about how his life had changed dramatically since he followed Tommy to Janet's house, weeks ago.
Now he was having sex with her every day. Except for the weekends. She said she wanted to be alone then, to rest and prepare herself for the rest of the week. He had never been as happy as he was now, sharing Janet with his best friend.
CHAPTER NINE
Stan lay back on the bed and held onto Janet's hips, helping her to position herself on top of his loins. His cock was standing straight up, ready to enter her vagina once she steeled herself atop him. A gentle breeze was drifting in from the open bedroom window.
"Easy, baby," he whispered, seeing the eager expression on her face. He then realized he was making the right decision. He was going to leave Janet. He had found another woman the night before and had fucked her in a motel he occasionally took women to.
Janet no longer interested him as she once had. He was surprised at himself for holding onto her for this long. Now she was beginning to actually enjoy their weekend meetings. That had taken the meat out of it for him. He knew she preferred his young stepson above him, but now she wasn't giving him even the semblance of a struggle when he forced himself upon her. Sex with her had become routine, as if he was balling his own wife.
Now he would have to tell Janet he was leaving her. Tough shit, baby. He would leave her Tommy; the boy could have her all to himself now. Stan didn't care. Tommy could do whatever he liked as far as Stan was concerned. All the more power to him for it.
Tonight would be his last night with Janet.
"Ohhh, that's nice," he said, a sarcastic bite to his words, but Janet was too absorbed with the feel of his short quick cock going into her fuck channel to notice.
She hunched her back and kissed his nipples, making them harden between her teeth. Then she slowly started going up and down on him. Like a marionette, he thought. A doll with the strings all jumbled up. Her legs and arms twitched as the cunt thrills began. She was all over him at once, showering him with kisses, her tongue trailing wetly over his chest and shoulders and neck and cheeks.
No, it wasn't quite the same anymore. This would have to be the last night.
He started to pump up, closing his eyes and remembering the girl he had picked up the night before. And she was just a girl. Eighteen. With the willowy body of a ballet dancer and the face of an angel. He imagined he was fucking her again now.
She was a blond. Thin. Her breasts pointed and small. But the nipples were a light brown and very big. Especially when she was aroused. Her cunt hair was golden and very soft. There was little of it too, which accentuated the pouting of her cunt lips. Her sex was very defined. Beautiful. And he made believe he was fucking her now.
"Baby," he moaned, rocking his head to and fro. Janet was glad to see she was getting this response from the man. She was enjoying herself immensely.
She mashed herself down on him, feeling his cock shaft corkscrewing its way up her fuck channel. The tip of it was rubbing directly across her burgeoned clit button. Her swollen nubbin of pleasure was sending out intense signals, indicating Janet would shortly be cumming.
"Do it to me," she groaned, her eyes half closed.
"Fuck me, baby," he whispered throatily. "Feel it, sweetheart ... those tits ... pointed and nice and so fucking soft ... do it ... yeah ... that's it ... mmmmm ... so sweet...."
Janet went up and down faster.
"Yes ... that's the way, sweetheart."
Sweat ran down her chest, giving an exciting glow to her white flesh. Stan reached up and took hold of her tits and began kneading her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, his eyes still shut. A smile spread across his face.
Janet looked down and felt the distinct rumblings inside her cunt. Jesus, she thought. Jesus. Jesus.
She went up and down faster than before, really slamming down hard and sending his cock so deep inside her she thought she could feel the end of it pressing against her backbone.
"Ohhh Mother of God," she groaned. Tears came to her eyes.
"Almost there, baby." He sighed, opening his eyes. He looked up at Janet as if seeing her for the first time. He held onto her tits and squeezed them, then began ramming upward to meet her downward thrusts.
He could feel the fiery ripples in his cock shaft. Like liquid fire. And like a volcano, his cock felt ready to burst. He cupped her buttocks and they rode each other for all they were worth.
"Getting out of control," Janet panted. "So good ... so many sensations ... too many. Lord, so fucking many...."
"Just keep it up, baby," he encouraged her, on the brink of an orgasm.
He pulled her left tit and brought it to his eagerly awaiting lips. He sucked on her nipple like a child. He felt it swelling up in his mouth.
His lips felt so hot, searingly hot. It was as if he was burning her nipple with a hot poker, each time his tongue flicked across it.
"Mercy," she gasped.
But he gave her none. He forced her to fuck him like she hadn't before. Rough and hard. Without pause for breath. The fuck sensations were building so quickly she didn't think she could take any more. She began experiencing fabulously intense orgasms. And so many of them!
"God ... Jesus ... help me!!"
Slamming into her. Nearly throwing her off the bed. Again and again. His cock like a shaft of hot steel inside her. Burning. So very hot! She was loving every minute of it.
She wished Tommy and Bobby could be as violent as this. Fingernails ripping into her skin, leaving telltale welts of passion behind.
She would teach the boys this. To make their sex together really pleasurable. And different. Have their cocks really slam into her. Over and over again. Both of them. Though she knew this was exactly how their sex was anyway. The pounding. The pure joy of bodily release. The best sensations in the world!
She was merely wishing the boys could be with her now. That she could tell Tommy about his step-father. That the four of them could enjoy sex together; three cocks inside her at once! Imagine!
But it was impossible. Tommy must never know, just like Stan must never tell his step-son he had inadvertently seen him steal into Janet's backyard. Thank God, she thought, he doesn't realize about Bobby. That would have to remain a strict secret.
"Ohhh, Stan!" she cried out, her climax overtaking her.
"Feels good, baby?"
"Yes! Yes!"
"Better than with Tommy and his big fucking boy cock?"
"Yes! Yes!" Janet replied, though she knew this wasn't true. She still enjoyed Tommy, and his pale young friend, better than Stan. Sex with her boys was something very special to her. Stan could never duplicate it fully enough. He was close at times, very close indeed, but never quite there. She never scaled the same peaks with the man as she did with his step-son and young Bobby.
"My cock just as good as his?" he persisted, his voice husky and tight with emotion. His fingers dug into her tit flesh.
"Yes! Yes!" she cried hysterically.
Then he climaxed, thrusting upward and mashing his loins against hers. She cupped his hairy testicles and squeezed them, making him groan. His head went back and forth on the pillow.
His cream oozed down the insides of her thigh, joining with the more fragrant, more watery essence of her aroused cunt.
"More! More!" she cried.
But he was finished. He had cum and it felt beautiful. He sighed with contentment. But he wished he were in the arms of the blond. He looked forward to seeing her again in the motel tonight.
"Ohhh, you bitch," he murmured as he finished shooting his last oozing wad between Janet's quivering legs.
She pulled herself off him and sat on the bed, leaning her back against the wall. Already, she was thinking of sucking him off.
He sat up and searched his inside pants pocket for a cigarette. His clothes were lying in a heap by the side of the bed. He lit up the cigarette and took a deep lungful. Janet watched. She didn't smoke.
She wondered why he had suddenly stopped. Usually he continued for hours, a man possessed, until he was thoroughly exhausted. She sensed something was about to happen. She waited for him to speak, feeling the sudden hammering of her heart.
He looked at her and smiled that empty smile of his. "I might as well come right out with it. It's better than beating around the bush. It's over, honey. I'm taking off tonight."
At first Janet didn't fully understand. "Taking off?" she repeated.
"Yeah. You and I are finished. I've found another chick." He shrugged his shoulders and smiled. "Nothing personal, you understand." He took another deep drag on the cigarette.
"I see," she said dully. She knew that meant the end of her special relationship with Tommy. Oh God, she thought, tears starting in her eyes.
He took another pull on the cigarette before telling her Tommy would still be hers.
"You have my word," he said, "that no one will find out about you two. You've made the boy into a man. I can see the changes in him already. He's still a boy, of course, but he's changed. Grown up a little, I guess."
"Thank you," she said.
"I've enjoyed our little ... arrangement," he said.
"Then why end it?"
He laughed. "There was a time not so long ago when you would have done anything just so we did call it quits. You've changed too. It's not ... not exciting for me anymore."
"You want me to fight every inch, is that it?"
He nodded. "As long as it's done in earnest, so to speak. It's no good when it's just a charade. That's what it is now. At least for me."
"And this other woman ... she's better than me?"
"Maybe not better in the sense you're thinking. But she fights. And fights all the way. A kinky little number. She'll do anything too."
"So will I," she insisted, wondering why, indeed, she did want to continue their forced relationship.
He sighed. "I know, baby, but there's no point going into all that. It's over. Finished. You should be happy you've still got Tommy. That's my way of saying: no hard feelings, sweetheart."
"I see."
He started to dress.
After he left, Janet was. suddenly filled with an overwhelming feeling of relief. She had to sit down. She no longer felt that numbness she felt when Stan was with her. And Tommy was hers! And Bobby!
She sighed deeply and closed her eyes. Tomorrow was Sunday. She wouldn't be seeing the boys until Monday. She wondered if she would be able to stand it! At least now, she thought, my weekends are free too. I can't wait to tell the boys the good news!
