This is for those establishment people who drove me from that good advertising job in the East to this quiet corner in New Mexico, and to this book and the others I hope will follow.
D.W.K.
CHAPTER ONE
Sharon Becker peered from behind the drape. She was an attractive woman in her mid-thirties. Her long black hair hung seductively in front of her up-thrust breasts. The loose housecoat she wore was buttoned, but the open flap exposed her long, ample legs. There was an expectant look in her eyes as she peeked at Jim, the fourteen-year-old lad who was mowing her lawn.
And indeed there should have been a look in her eyes! Sharon Becker, housewife and respected member of her community was laying plans for the seduction of young Jim.
Does this sound unusual?
It shouldn't. In recent years, the gradual liberation of sexuality in America, and the growing honesty of the population in answering sex questionnaires distributed by research organizations, has shown as fact what many have suspected all along. Older women who are otherwise not promiscuous cannot resist the youthful allure of adolescent males.
What goes on in their minds when they are in the presence of a virile young male can best be explained by what one woman told her psychiatrist.
"Doctor," she said, "whenever I'm around teenage boys something happens to me that I can't understand."
"Can't understand?" the analyst said.
"Yes, I just find myself becoming excited. Sexually excited. I feel warm and my nipples grow hard. Then my sex glands start working overtime, you know, my genitals get all wet, just as though I'd been excited by a man's touch."
"And what happens then?"
"It's hard to explain. I find myself acting like someone I don't even know. It's the strongest force I've ever experienced. I flirt with them and start to have fantasies of them on top of me, slamming away with all they have. God, I can almost feel them inside me while I'm around them."
"What is it about them that excites you?"
"That's hard to say," she said, thinking for a moment. She was obviously having a difficult time pinning down just why the boys excited her so. "Maybe it's their eyes. All they have to do is look at me and it starts. Sometimes it's the way I'm looking. But really, it's not any of those things in particular that does it to me. It's all of it put together."
"Do you have a particular experience you could tell me about?"
Her face grew red as she thought back. She had many experiences and the very thought of them all at once sent her into a state of excitation. Then she smiled and looked at the doctor.
"Well," she said hesitantly, "there was one time that comes to mind. I guess it was the most important to me because it was the first time with a young man. The first since I've been married.
"My husband and I had been married for sixteen years. We've had a good marriage and we've been pretty compatible in bed. You know, that's what I don't understand about this. I get along well with my husband, and it's not that he isn't satisfying me. This thing with boys is altogether by itself and has nothing to do with him not taking care of me.
"I was in the drugstore doing some shopping when I saw a teenage boy standing at the counter. I adored him the moment I saw him. What a handsome little brute he was! I had several large packages with me and I thought that I could use them as an excuse to chat with the boy. I really didn't have any thoughts about having sex with him or anything. I just wanted to talk to him, that was all. When I asked him if he'd help me carry the packages out to my car he said he would.
"I remember looking at his arm muscles bunching when he lifted the packages. So strong looking and masculine. When we got to the car I told him that I lived nearby and would appreciate it if he'd come with me to my house to carry the packages in for me. That's when I became nervous. I knew I was doing it for some strange reason, but didn't understand why at the time.
"When we got to my house, I was in a state of utter excitement. I made a dozen excuses to keep him there with me. Without even asking if he was hungry I fixed him a sandwich. You know, teenage boys are always hungry.
"We both sat on the couch and talked, what about I can't remember. All I could do was stare at him, feel him close to me, watch him. Then I started doing something I'd never done before. I caught myself stealing glances at his crotch. I could see him all bunched up to one side in his jeans and that's when I really started to get excited. I was sitting facing him on the couch and I drew one leg up, as though I was just getting comfortable, but I knew that it would expose my legs and crotch to his view. I wanted him to look at me and get aroused. He started looking up my dress right away and the more he looked, the hotter I got. We talked a bit while I let him have an eyeful. My thoughts were going faster than I could believe, thoughts about having him, hard and fast.
"He got nervous and made an excuse to leave, but the cute bulge in his pants let me know that I was going to have my way with him. I said that I needed one more favor from him. I was wearing a dress with a zipper in back, and asked him to please unzip it for me. He was fidgety, but stood up with me. When he touched the back of my neck searching for the zipper, my heart almost exploded with anticipation. He was clumsy with the zipper and his boyish grunts tickled me. He was cute, Doctor, and I knew I was going to feel him deep inside me.
"When he finally got the zipper started, he pulled it halfway down. I scolded him a bit and said he'd have to do better than that. Then he reached out and pulled it all the way down. I knew he was looking at my bare back, I could actually feel his eyes studying my skin. I stood there for a moment, letting him look at my back, then I turned around. Jesus! His face was crimson with a full flush and his breathing was getting heavy.
"Then I became brazen, a real forceful woman, if you know what I mean. I asked him if he'd ever seen a woman without her dress on. The best he could manage for an answer was a faint shake of the head. He was watching me, watching all over, as though waiting for something to happen. His eyes moved from mine down to my bustline then to my legs and back up again, moving fast. I told him that it was about time that he see a woman without a dress on, after all he was a young man now, and that was the way of things in life. He was too surprised to say anything as I let my dress slip slowly off my shoulders and down my sides.
"When my dress came off my shoulders his nostrils flared out and he looked for an instant like he was going to run, but he stayed, really loving it all the way. And I loved it too. Just knowing I was his first woman, the first woman he'd seen naked, the first he'd touched and the first he would make love to sent me into a dizzy spin of ecstasy.
"I let the dress fall to the floor as I stared at him. I couldn't stop watching his eyes race over my body. He was being consumed by a flood of new experiences and it all showed on his face to my great delight. By then I'd stopped playing games with myself. I knew I was going to seduce him and that'd I'd already gone past the point of no return. We were both excited and it was going to be all the way with him.
"I was standing in front of him wearing only my brassiere and panties. We were just a few feet apart, not even arm's length, and I could hear his breathing getting heavier. By then his crotch was bulging like it was about to pop from his pants. The thought of his hard young rod sticking in me was fantastic.
"Without another word I reached behind myself and slowly undid my bra. He started to say something, then stopped, rooted in place by what was happening. I undid the snaps and slowly pulled it off, letting my breasts roll out of the cups so they'd bounce for him. I threw the bra aside and stood in front of him wearing only my panties, moving slowly from side to side as he watched.
"That's when he surprised hell out of me. I thought for a while I was going to have to do all the moving, but he suddenly reached out and touched my breasts, one for each hand. He wasn't very sure of himself, but he had the right urges! Squeezing my breasts, he watched my nipples. They were hard and sensitive and when he touched them with his fingers little shots of electricity ran through me.
"While he fondled my breasts I slipped off my panties. Then I was totally naked for him, exposing myself for him the way I'd never done it for anyone before, with pure sexual craving. I stepped back a few paces, turning around like a model to let him see all of me. And he took his fill, I assure you! He stared like his eyes were going to pop from his head.
"God, I was excited, just knowing that in a little while I'd have him naked, his virgin cock slamming away at me and sweat pouring from his body.
"I walked around for a bit, taking it easy with him. I knew he'd be ready to screw me, but I didn't want to rush him or frighten him. I wanted it to be good for him. Real good.
"Then we were standing close together again. When I asked him if he liked it, he said yes, very much. Then he asked me, very politely, if he could touch me again. I took his hands and pulled them to my breasts, smiling gently and saying that there was nothing in the world that would make me happier than his touch. Yes, I said, he could touch me all he wanted, anywhere he wanted.
"When he started to massage my breasts again, I tugged him down onto the couch. I lay back and let him explore me with his hands. I didn't move. It was like being prospected for gold! He looked and touched everywhere.
"Then I slowly put my hand on his leg, moving it gently along his thigh. At first he didn't seem to notice my hand, but then he started to move back and forth in rhythm to my hand. My hand went deeper and deeper toward his bulging pants. Then I covered his hard cock with my fingers and closed them around it, taking a good grasp and having my first feel of him.
"Doctor, his cock was harder than I'd expected, and a lot bigger. I massaged it through his pants for a while as his hands worked me over.
"When I started to unzip him he pulled away a little, somewhat surprised that he too might have to get naked. I explained to him that it was better for both of us to have our clothes off. That way touching would be ever so much better. He thought for a moment, and I reassured him, saying it was all right. Then he stood up to undress and it was my turn to watch the show.
"He undressed quickly, pulling off his shirt and socks, then undoing his pants. He pulled his pants and underwear off together. When his pants slid down, his cock almost jumped out of his pants Christ! It was sticking out and looked like it was ready for anything I could handle. He may have been a boy, but his cock knew what it was after.
"When he came back to the couch he sat down in the same position and again ran his hands over my body. Then I reached out and took a good handful of him. The moment I touched his cock I could actually feel it deep inside me. It was there in my hand, throbbing and hard, but I could really feel it inside me already, that's how excited I was. It was all I could do to keep from pulling him on top of me, to beg him "to fuck me.
"Then I moved over on the wide couch and pulled him next to me. We lay side-by-side, his arms around me. He snuggled up, pressing his chest to my breasts and rolling his legs against mine. I could feel his cock pressed against my tummy as we lay there. I started to kiss his ears, nibbling them and playing on them with my tongue. He shuddered a bit when I ran my fingernails up and down his back. Somehow, I don't know how, he knew what would make me feel good. Every place he touched, everything he did, was just right, just the way I wanted it.
"I threw my leg over his hip, spreading myself wide to receive him, but he didn't move, just didn't know what to do. So I reached down and slowly took his cock into my hand and guided it down to my pussy, not putting it in, but sort of laying it on top of me so that when we moved back and forth his cock would slide up and down my clitoris. We just lay there, moving back and forth. I was so excited that I was already well lubricated. It was fantastic!
"He seemed paralyzed for a while. Just frozen like a rock while I did all the moving. Then he got the rhythm and we moved back and forth together: Slowly, ever so slowly, sliding his meat up and down my cunt, back and forth, back and forth. Then I reached around my leg and laid my hand on his cock as it moved against me. Gently at first, I pushed his cock a bit, so that with each movement it would go into me a little. He pushed and I rolled my pelvis to give his cock a better path into me. Each time he moved he went into me a little deeper, bit by bit he was shoving his meat into me as we lay there naked on the couch. Inch by inch it was happening.
"Then I rolled over, pulling him down on top of me. Things started to happen fast then. I spread my legs till I thought they would break, pulling him down as I did so. He gave me a good shove, and there it was! He was in me, doctor, all the way in. I had my hands on his hips and I pulled and tugged to show him how to do it. He didn't need instructions for long! He caught on right away, and before long I let go of his hips and wrapped my arms around him, holding on for dear life.
"It was incredible how much energy he had. It was like being overpowered with strength. God how he fucked! He had me under him and he was taking me for all I was worth, cock wailing away at me, spreading me wide.
"He came down on me with all he had and I loved it. It was like I was having it for the first time, too! I was more excited by him than I'd ever been in my life.
"Little throaty noises came from him as he pumped, happy little sounds of exertion. He was working so hard on me that he was sweating heavily. Little beads of water ran off him onto me, and I was bathed in his sweat as we fucked. It was nicer that way because then I could smell him, a strong smell of sweat. And I could taste him. I kissed his face and neck while he was on top of me, and the salty flavor of his sweat was delicious as he went into me again and again, each time harder than the thrust before.
"When he came I almost fainted with delight. His meat went into me with great shoves, jerky, hard and all the way. I could feel his come flooding into me, splashing out of his youthful balls and into me with jabs of lusty enjoyment. His voice became high and it seemed he was trying to say something while he was coming, but all he could get out were groans of pleasure.
"I was wild with passion when I felt him starting to come, and opened myself wide, spreading wide so I could take everything he was throwing into me. I wrapped my legs around him and squeezed hard with each spasm. I was coming too, and coming like I'd never come before!
"God, doctor, but it was good! It seemed like we were coming together for hours, blinding flashes of light popping in my head and hot flashes searing my nerves. Every time he spilled his hot come into me I went wild.
"Then we slowed down, finishing off the job with slow, easy movements. He had shot such a load into me that I could feel it pouring down the crack of my ass as we lay there, with him still in me. Then he rolled over and we just relaxed."
"What happened then?" the psychiatrist asked.
"He told me he'd be happy to carry my packages for me anytime."
"Did he?"
"Lots of times, doctor, lots of times, after that first time."
This amazing case history is typical of women who find themselves irresistibly drawn to teenage boys. The urge often comes upon them in their middle or late thirties, sometimes quite suddenly as in the above case, or sometimes more slowly.
The seduction of boys by older women has a time honored history, and in several African cultures, it is the custom for older women to officially initiate boys to the delights of sex in all its forms. Only after they have been properly trained by the older women of the tribe are they deemed fit to seek wives. This helps the boys learn all there is to know in a hurry, to say nothing of the pleasure it gives the women.
This form of initiation has been endorsed as quite sound by men of science who are not concerned with the implication of moral issues. It is well known that women reach their period of peak sexual energy in their mid-thirties. This period is the end product of a long, slowly building wealth of sexual knowledge, as well as growing hormonological balances.
Men, on the other hand, reach their sexual peaks in their teenage years. Thus, the common problem of the teenage boy who has a hard on f almost constantly, even though he may masturbate up to six or seven times each day.
Who can deny, then, that this matching of sexual peaks, the older woman and the ready teenager, is a natural meeting? It is so natural, in fact, that behavorial scientists are only now beginning to understand just how widespread the practice is in this country.
Many is the man who can harken back to his teen years and a kindly older woman who helped him through those years of sexual intensity. Ah, sweet sisters of charity! They are remembered by many.
Added to the natural meeting of sexual peaks, are the unique psychological attitudes of those involved. The older women, because of their years and experience, are patient, willing instructors to youths. The boys, on the other hand, find it far more comfortable to take their pleasures with an older woman. The reason being that the girls their own age, even in this era of sexual freedom, are often shy, inexperienced, difficult to deal with, and extract too heavy a psychological payment for the favors they offer. What the young girls offer physically, they often counterbalance by becoming involved in many personality games that tend to make the relationship wearying and a bother. The older women, on the other hand, are not out to play with the young man's mind, only his body. The older gals know what they're after, and they are honest in the relationship.
The meeting of brisk lads and thankful matrons, then, is, as some would say, a relationship made in heaven!
Let us continue our exploration of this unique, but widespread relationship, by returning to the case history of Sharon Becker, the comely woman who was looking out into the yard at Jim, her fourteen-year-old gardener.
* * * *
Sharon Becker's attraction for boys did not begin suddenly, as in the previous case history. Several years prior, she began to have fantasies regarding boys. They were not sexual fantasies, at first, but just thoughts of being with teenagers. She did not find herself particularly attracted to them at that time, and paid little attention to the casual thoughts that came to mind. Then her fantasies became more and more sexual. At first it was just holding hands with a young boy, assuring him in some way that life was going to be just fine for him. Then she began to imagine herself being nude with them, lying about on huge beds. It was not long after that that her fantasies began to accelerate. They became explicitly sexual, involved and stimulating.
It was when she found herself thinking about making love to teenagers while having sex with her husband that she knew what was happening to her. Luckily, Sharon had a friend who also delighted in boys, and the friend had eagerly shared her tales of seduction with Sharon. Through the years, she had known several other women who had also taken their joys with the lads. So it was not a complete shock to her that her thoughts were turning to such things. It was, she figured, just one of those things some women do. How right she was!
Once she came to grips with the thoughts racing through her mind, she could openly face the strong urges within herself. It was then that she found herself becoming excited by boys. She yielded completely to these yearnings, and she soon learned that the joys she had imagined were second only to the joys of actually doing it.
Jim had mowed her lawn last summer, too, .but this year a sudden change had come over him. His chest was filling out, and long, well-defined muscles hung on his arms. He was at that stage of growth where just one short year makes all the difference. He'd grown a full three inches in height, sprouting up suddenly, and somehow announcing himself as a young man.
It was early in the summer, and Jim had been there only twice before. Yet these two visits had been enough to trigger Sharon's lusty energies.
He always cut the lawn with his shirt off, displaying himself in a way that Sharon found utterly irresistible. She watched him from her hiding place, studying his arms, chest and back as his lean muscles rippled and stretched with each tug and push of the lawnmower. His hair streamed down into his face and his pants were stained dark from the full soaking of perspiration.
She waited patiently, unconsciously rubbing the inside of her thigh as she watched. He was almost finished. When done, he would come to the door for payment. Today he'd get it in spades!
Now there was just one small patch of tall grass left for him to cut. He leveled the grass with one confident shove of the lawnmower. This done, he looked around to check his labors and saw that all was finished.
He mopped his brow and pushed the lawn-mower into the garage. Sharon quickly moved across the living room and sat down in a plush easy chair and picked up a magazine. She leaned back into the chair and put her feet up on a hassock. Then she threw open the front of her housecoat, exposing her long, well-tanned legs almost up to the pink splendor of her panties. She undid a few buttons on top, just enough to give a strong hint of exposed breasts, but not enough to seem immediately indecent.
She heard Jim's knock at her front door and she called out "Come in!"
Jim came in, streaming fresh sweat and looking exhausted.
"The lawn's all finished," he said. His eyes immediately went up her legs, searching for a glimpse of glory. He would have been a very unusual young man had he not looked at her. From where he stood, her legs seemed like two enticing pillars of sensuality. The dark shadows between her thighs held great promise, and seemed to call him into the moist darkness of her waiting cunt.
"Well, that was certainly fast," she said. "You must be very strong to push the lawn-mower around that quickly."
Jim blushed a little at her compliment and said, "I started working out a little a few months ago. I guess it's helped some."
"Do you like physical exercise?" she asked.
"Sure! It's fun."
"How's your wind?"
"Real good. I can run two miles without stopping."
"Very good," she said as she reappraised him.
"Besides," he said, "the girls like it when you have a good build."
"How right you are. I've always found myself attracted to men with strong bodies."
"Well, if it's okay with you, I thought I'd go to the pool, and well..."
"Oh, of course. Let me pay you, and you can be on your way." she said. Putting the magazine aside, she got up from the chair, but not without first making sure that Jim got a good look at her as she got up. She spread her legs, seemingly moving to rise, but paused for a moment to make sure he saw what she had to offer. Then, to round out her movement, she leaned forward as she stood, letting her ample breast fall forward, revealed for all their splendor through the front of her housecoat.
"But look at you," she said as she stood. "You're drenched and you must be thirsty. Let me open a bottle of pop for you."
"Sounds pretty good," Jim said.
They walked to the kitchen, and Sharon opened a frosty cold bottle of pop for Jim. He accepted it with thanks and gulped a third of it with the first drink. When he pulled the bottle away, the treacherous liquid frothed wildly and little flecks of foam sprayed onto his face.
"Ooops!" he said, leaning forward.
"That'll teach you not to be in too much of a hurry," she said as she handed him a paper towel.
"I guess so."
"You should never be in a hurry, it's a bad trait. Especially bad in some things."
"Things like what?" the lad asked.
"Well, all sorts of things. But especially between a man and a woman."
"You mean like being in too much of a hurry to kiss a girl? Lots of girls say it's bad to kiss someone goodnight on the first date, but I think it's still fun to try."
"Kissing isn't exactly what I had in mind, but it's on the right track."
"Well, whatever you say," he said just before taking a more reasonable sip on his soft drink.
Sharon studied him, in the same manner rich matrons of Rome must have once studied young slaves offered for sale. A cool, calculating inspection that was fast, but thorough. And, indeed, Jim passed with proudly flying colors, she decided.
"Do you have a girl friend?" she asked.
"Well, sort of."
"Tell me about her."
"Oh, she's just a girl, I guess."
"What's she like."
"Sometimes she's pretty silly, like a lot of girls. Then other times she's really serious about things."
"How does she treat you?"
"Pretty good. When I need things, like help with my homework she always helps."
"What else does she do for you?" Sharon asked, guiding young Jim towards the topic of sex.
"Just keeps me company and goes places with me.
"Does she let you kiss her good night?"
Jim blushed slightly at the question, but stood his ground and answered, "Sometimes. If she's not mad at me she lets me kiss her. But if she's mad at me, like when I talk to other girls, she won't even let me hold hands with her."
"Is kissing the best she does for you?" Sharon asked softly, eyeing him for a reaction.
"Well, one time when I got a Charley horse she rubbed it for me."
"I get backaches," Sharon said. "In fact I have one right now. Would you rub my back for awhile?"
"Uh, okay."
"Let's go upstairs where I can lie down. It's better to be totally relaxed when you have your back rubbed, or it doesn't do any good."
Sharon reached for Jim's hand and pulled him gently up the stairs and into the bedroom. She lay down on the satin-covered, king-size bed, unbuttoning the front of her housecoat completely. She lay face down and said, "Pull my housecoat down a bit so you can rub."
Jim looked down at her for a moment, then sat next to her and gently pulled the garment down to her shoulder blades.
"No," she said, "Pull it down some more so you can rub my whole back."
Jim obeyed and tugged it down to her waist. Her arms slipped from the sleeves and she raised them over her head. Below him was her bare back, her breasts bulging from the sides like mammoth, pliant cushions. Large and firm, inviting to the touch and fairly demanding the nibbling lips of the lad to come to them.
"Where does it hurt?" he asked as he looked at her. Her face was turned away from him and he took the opportunity to lean over a bit to explore the rubbery masses of breasts that bulged out.
"It sort of hurts all over," she said. "Just start rubbing and I'll tell you where to put your hands."
Jim obediently started to rub her neck and shoulders. He moved his hands heavily, grabbing rolls of flesh and kneading them in slow, grasping fashion. Sharon responded immediately as she felt his hands close on her, tingling her muscles with a buzzing, dull pain. She bit her lip against the groan of satisfaction that went through her.
Jim's reaction to touching her was equally strong. She took good care of herself and her skin was soft and blemish free, a sea of tanned excellence that seemed elegantly feminine and sexually inviting. He watched his hands as they went over her neck and shoulders, and saw the eager flesh yield to the pressure he applied.
Sharon groaned softly, "Ooohh that's nice. So nice."
Jim prodded deeper into her flesh, searching deep into her muscles and working his fingers slowly.
"Am I pressing too hard?" he asked.
"No, it feels good. Don't stop."
She needn't have said that. Jim was not about to stop his sensual caressing of the woman laying before him. A faint tingling grew in his balls and his sleeping cock stirred in his pants, awakening after its nap and stretching itself.
His hands moved in a widening circle around her neck and shoulders, but with each swing they took in more of her back. Soon his hands were lower on her, swinging down to the expanse of flesh. Her breathing had quickened and gentle, throaty murmurs of delight oozed out of her throat. Whenever he made a particularly satisfying touch, she raised her voice, a guttural congratulation of his skill.
Jim's thoughts were racing now. His eyes kept darting toward her breasts; inviting mounds of pliant flesh that begged to be massaged instead of the back he was touching. Numbness crept through him, leaving him almost hypnotized with concentration. It was almost as if a magnet were drawing his hands to her breasts, pulling them, calling for his hands to make one swift lunge and grab the rich meat, filling his hands with willing flesh.
Jim held back, guiding his hands directly up the middle of her back, fearing that one slip would uncover the thoughts that raced through his mind. The poor lad had no idea that this was exactly what Sharon had in mind. Soon, however, temptation overcame him. His hands roamed in widening circles, lower and lower on her sides. Now he was massaging along her ribs.
Sharon's sensitive skin burned with satisfaction as she felt his hands working their way toward her breasts. It wouldn't be long before he'd make his move. Then she'd have at the lusty youth, smothering his fresh cock with her hot cunt.
Jim's hands were barely brushing her breasts, small tickling motions that sent Sharon's heart slamming in her chest. Her breath was heavy now and the moans of pleasure that came from her throat were heavier, less controlled than before. God she was getting hot!!
Jim watched his hands making their way across the sides of her breasts, making little waves of flesh as they wandered. The somewhat stiff feel of her side quickly gave way to a flood of warm, yielding softness. Down went his hands, until they were making their way underneath her, forced down into the slick bedspread by the weight of her ever so willing breasts.
Jim's eyes were frozen on his hands. Somehow, he half expected her to suddenly awaken from a daydream and realize that he had violated her with his hands. He somehow feared that she would leap to her feet in anger at his transgression. Instead, she rolled slightly, allowing his hands to slip completely underneath her.
She had absolutely no intention of stopping him. She loved it. God how she loved it! She needed to feel him holding her, working her breasts, sending shocks of sensual excitation through her entire body.
Now Jim's hands were under her, each holding its own generous gift of pleasure. Sharon's head was moving from side to side and her voice played a tune of dreamy satisfaction as Jim took his fill. He explored her with a frontiersman's vigor, cupping her in his hands and working her breasts back and forth so her nipples rubbed sensuously on the satin bedspread.
Then he ran his fingertips across her nipples, feeling the hard buds. He rolled them slowly between his fingers, as though they were tiny marbles. Sharon raised herself slightly to the feel of his touch on her nipples, then she lowered herself back down onto the bed, once again moving her head back and forth, breathing heavily into the pillow.
Jim was flush with the thrill of accomplishment. First, he was pleased with himself for having the courage to do what he was doing. But beyond this was the deep tickling sensation he felt in his crotch. His cock had grown to its tallest since he first felt her breasts. Now it was fairly snarling in his pants.
Then Sharon moved, pulling his hands away from her and saying, "That was very nice. Now why don't you rub my legs."
Jim looked at her for a moment, disappointed that he had to leave the two treasures that had felt so very good in his hands. Oh well, he thought, I got to do it anyhow. But the fun was far from over. It was just starting!!
Jim scooted down the bed and laid his hands on the calf of her leg, working it just the way he had her neck muscles. He looked at her leg and then he started to think how much like a breast this willing flesh was. Hand-filling, pliant, soft. He pretended it was again a breast and it felt better. He was no longer so disappointed as he watched the meat of her leg roll and turn in response to his touch.
Then he slowly worked his way up her leg, past her knee and into the wealth of superb flesh on her thigh. Here the expanse was wider, fuller, more yielding to his touch. Somehow it felt more fulfilling to work this greater offering of flesh.
Digging his hands in, he took great fistfuls of the meat of Sharon's thigh, rubbing and stroking it. Sharon responded with delight when his hand ran deep between her legs, sliding confidently up the inside of her thigh, yet falling short of the pocket of warmth that lay in wait for him. Her cunt was slippery and wet and silently begged for him to stuff his finger into it, sliding in and working around inside of her.
Jim lifted the housecoat without being told. He had his confidence and now he was intent on exploring her to his full satisfaction. He pulled the coat up so it was now just a bunched up band of cloth that lay across her. Well exposed to his view was the pink glow of her ass and the hint of pubic hair that peaked out from behind the point where her thighs came together.
Her legs moved apart a few inches, but just that crucial distance that could make access to her cunt an easy movement. Jim noticed this with great satisfaction and he wasted no time. He made a few simple strokes up her thigh, and then let his hand work its way into the wet forest of her crotch.
He probed her with his finger, dipping it in like a boy would dip his hand into a bowl of cake icing. In with a flourish and then out again. Yet this simple movement sent Sharon into a spin of release. The feeling of Jim's finger running over her slippery labia shot a current of electricity through her. Her body snapped with an involuntary reaction.
"Ooohh!" she murmured.
Jim went back for another dip, sticking his devilish finger in further this time. He passed the gate and his finger entered the dark cavern of her cunt, that hollow cave of a thousand delights which was coated with the natural lubrication of Sharon's pent up sexual fluids. His finger slid past the gates with a satisfying ease and it suddenly found itself in the dark warmth of her cunt.
Sharon's reaction was immediate. She sucked in a great gasp of air and arched her back. Her hands wandered over the pillow, aimlessly opening and closing into fists. This is what she wanted! This was the full realization of the fantasies she'd had about young Jim. She had to feel him working on her, touching at her cunt. In just a matter of minutes he'd be on top of her, his youthful sperm swirling in his balls, preparing for their wild ride through his hard cock and then splashing into the depths of her cunt. She ached for it!
Jim stirred her cunt with his finger, around and around, exploring it with his sensitive fingertip, feeling deep inside her and probing here and there. Sharon willing spread herself wide, making it easier for his finger to go" deeper into her. Jim answered the call with a firm thrust. His finger found her uterus and she started to come. Fireworks went off in her head and flashes wracked her.
Jim sensed the change in her the second she started to come. The muscles of her back knotted and erratic quivers ran through her legs. Her toes curled uncontrollably and his finger was given a few faint squeezes by the contracting muscles in her cunt.
He was pleased by this. She seemed to be under his control, a helpless slave to his touch. He had never felt in control of a woman before and it was a heady experience.
Inside his pants his cock impatiently began to throb. The tingling in his balls started to grow and his whole body was numb with desire. As his hand went over her cunt, dipping in and out, he seemed to be able to feel his cock there. When his finger roamed the inviting slipperiness, he vaguely felt the same sensations on his cock.
Then he closed his eyes and really began to work his finger. He concentrated on what it felt, what it was doing. There was a distant, far away voice moaning his name over and over again as he held his eyes shut and concentrated his whole being on the touch of her wet cunt.
Sharon was writhing on the bed. In movements of complete abandon she buried her head into the pillow and screamed with pure release. Her mouth left a hot, wet spot on the satin, staining it where she yelled.
Suddenly she could stand it no longer and she rolled over, jerking Jim's hand from her cunt. Her suddenness surprised him. Then he saw the look on her face, a look of longing that begged for him to have her.
She tore the housecoat away and for the first time, Jim had a complete, full front look at her. She was a woman with rare charms, indeed.
Her neck muscles were taut with tension and her chest heaved, throwing her full breasts high with each gasp for air. A gentle sloping line ran from her breasts onto the sweeping plain of her stomach. A faint line ran down the middle of her rolling stomach. The softness of her belly undulated with each massive gulp of air. Then her hips started, round and full with a V that disappeared down the front of her into the black tangle of pubic hair. Her legs were spread wide, exposing her charms to Jim's watchful eye, thighs bulging nicely to accent the softness of her cunt.
Jim froze for a moment, not quite knowing what to do next. Sharon didn't wait for him, but raised up and undid his belt. Then came the zipper. She pulled at his pants and he raised up a bit, letting her slide them around his ass and down his legs. Off came his shoes and socks. Then he was naked with her.
"Let's pull back the bedspread," she said as she rolled over to the other side of the bed. She pulled it back and moved to the center of the bed.
Jim moved hesitantly, corning toward her, but not quite sure of what the next sensation would feel like. She grabbed him and pulled him to her. He was partly on top of her and she rolled so as to make him mount her.
"Now we're going to fuck," Sharon said in Jim's ear.
"Whatever you say, Mrs. Becker," Jim said with complete cooperation. The mischievous lad was more than willing to ride her for all she was worth. What a day this was!
Sharon reached down and wrapped her hand around his cock. It was a full, firm shaft of meat and it filled her hand nicely. Then she lifted the throbbing cock and placed its bulbous head on the warm, wet lips of her cunt.
"Now push in," she coaxed.
Jim leaned into the task with immediate vigor. He let his weight fall, sending the full length of his cock sliding into her, spreading her open and filling her with his prick.
"Uuunghh!" she groaned as the thick plug of meat forced its way into her, penetrating her and filling her. She felt his slim, muscular legs between hers and she ran her hands over his back as his cock went into her, oozing past the gates and into the slippery warmth.
Jim pressed down on her, shoving forward with his cock until it was in as far as it would go. Even then he pressed harder, straining for that last part of an inch. He felt his cock touch something inside her and she jerked with pleasure.
He pulled himself back out again very slowly, testing himself and enjoying the rush of carnal delight that buzzed through him. He felt his cock slide along the slippery walls of her cunt, tickling and exciting him.
Back in he went, this time with a firm, heavy thrust that sent Sharon into a spin of excitation. She began to move her pelvis, snapping it back and forth with menacing strength.
Suddenly Jim was a toy being thrashed by a lusty mistress. She wrapped her legs around him and pinned him to her breasts with her arms. She moved like a belly-dancer, flailing her hips in motions of incredible abandon. She set a murderous pace, gyrating insanely and growling under her breath as the full sensation of his cock overcame her.
Jim went along for the ride, then suddenly found himself matching her, thrust for thrust. The tingling in his balls was growing into a numbing throb that sent gusts of sexual excitement through his body, floating bursts of energy that prodded him to make his jabs deeper and harder.
Sharon felt him joining her in the rhythm and she closed her eyes and let loose. She came again, but this time with wild groans and twitching spasms. Thousands of lights exploded in her head and she was suddenly falling through a constellation of bright stars, end over end while her cunt was assaulted again and again by Jim's cock. She came and came, over and over again, each time better than the last.
Jim felt her going wild beneath him. His cock was stirring her cunt as he wound his ass around and around, keeping it in and letting her have it all while he moved from side to side and up and down.
Then he felt himself about to burst with pressure as his pent up semen mixed with his sperm and announced their coming with overpowering force. Suddenly the first jet of come shot out of him and splashed into Sharon's cunt.
She felt him starting to come, the first stream of youthful cream was going into her and she renewed her pleasure. She started coming all over again, this time even more powerfully than the last time.
"God, oh God!" she screamed, her face a mask of helpless pleasure. "Oh, Jimmy, JIMMMMYY! ! "
Stream after stream of his hot cream flowed into her, filling her cunt with rich come. His cock was crashing into her, plunging mightily and forcing its way in without mercy. The muscles of his entire body were bunched and he was no longer their master. They contracted on their own to send his cock into her coming cunt with as much force as they could.
His entire body glowed with pleasure as his meat plunged into her, spilling his sperm into her as she writhed and screamed with frenzy of sexual release. Gush after gush went into her hot cunt, spewing forth from his young cock like floodwaters.
Then the flood of thick cream subsided and the spasms relaxed. Once again he was in control of himself, still pumping for all he was worth, but now totally relaxed and satisfied. He slowed his strokes as Sharon's groans subsided and her legs fell back to the bed. A few more slow thrusts and they were done.
Jim lay on top of her, his cock still deep inside but neither of them moved. Their breathing was heavy and he had worked up another sweat, joined this time by Sharon's drenched body.
He rolled over and lay next to her.
"Golly, Mrs. Becker, that was great!"
"I couldn't agree more," she said as she looked over at her young lover.
"Can we do that again?" he asked.
"Anytime you'd like," she answered, pleased that he wanted her again some time.
"Okay, if you'll wait a minute, I'm going to go get another bottle of pop. Then we can do it again!"
Sharon watched him as he leaped from the bed. His cock was still ramrod stiff. She lay back and closed her eyes, dreamily waiting for the sound of him bounding up the stairs to have her again.
CHAPTER TWO
The motivation for seduction of boys is often a need to be a sexual instructor. The pleasures of sex are certainly good, but women who feel a need to instruct boys receive their greatest thrill from teaching boys the ropes. Some say it is the need to know that they start off on the right foot. Others say that it is knowing the boys will always remember them that makes them need to show the ways of sex.
There is usually always some degree of this need to instruct that is part of the motivation for the seduction of boys. Some women, however, have this as their primary motivation. Once they learn a handsome young boy is ignorant of the ways of sex, they find themselves drawn to them, pulled by the innocence of the lads into a relationship of sexual exploration.
The following case history highlights this.
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Evelyn was a quiet, soft-spoken woman in her early forties. Of average height, she carried herself well, displaying a trim figure. Her blue eyes were set above high cheekbones. A pert little nose poised above her full, rosebud lips. When she smiled, a look of impish delight flashed across her face that smacked of mischief.
She spoke in a voice that was lower than what one would have expected, and conversed with an unblinking straightforwardness. When she spoke to someone, she looked directly at him, focusing her twinkling blue eyes on him.
Evelyn was convinced that the pains some young men went through as they learned the ways of life were unnecessary. Why, she asked, didn't older women take it upon themselves to help the boys through their period of learning, thus sending them out into the world confident of themselves and ready for whatever the world had to offer.
She had heard and read of many men who had entered adult lives fully unprepared for relationships with women, usually because of inadequate experience, or experiences that did little to bolster their confidence.
It had become her crusade to teach boys the ropes. Besides, the virile young studs she trained showed their gratitude by taking very good care of her. What more rewarding undertaking could she choose?
She saw herself as a person going through life showering kindness and aid to those who might otherwise be weighted down by ignorance, or worse, the woes of failure caused by inexperience.
Evelyn went about her crusade with the zeal of a missionary, scouring the city in search of lads who needed her. And she found them by the score. Dozens of juvenile cocks had taken their fill of her, hard members that gratified her passion and learned how to take care of a woman besides.
She met boys everywhere. In parks, at movies, on the beach, athletic events and all the places where boys congregate.
Evelyn had a very relaxed way about her, despite the intensity of spirit that smoldered within. When she met a lad, she talked easily, quickly guiding the conversation to the topic of her interest.
It was late one afternoon as Evelyn strolled through the park. Her eyes wandered across the green grass, searching the lush gardens for-likely looking teenagers. It had been over a week since she'd last performed with a boy, and the need to have another was growing by the minute. She was prepared to search on into the night, making the rounds of hangouts if need be. Today, however, she did not have to wait long.
As she rounded a bend in the path she saw two boys standing by the bushes. One was holding a glove and bat, the other was facing toward the bushes, his cock in his hand, and a sparkling yellow stream arching from it onto the ground.
They were no more than fifteen feet away from Evelyn as she came around the corner.
"Hey, here comes a lady," said the boy holding the bat and glove.
"Oh, Christ!"
Evelyn laughed softly, her face beaming with delight at their embarrassment. She watched the boy stuff himself into his pants, shooting a glance at her over his shoulder as he did so.
Without hesitating she walked toward them and said, "It's all right, go ahead and finish what you were doing."
"You're not supposed to do that in front of women," the boy said.
"That's nonsense. It's what comes naturally. Go ahead." .
"Are you sure it's okay? I really do have to finish cause it hurts to hold it in once you've started."
"Sure, it's okay."
The boy dipped back into his pants and fumbled for a moment. With a tug, his wagging cock popped out of his pants. He turned his back toward Evelyn and released himself.
"Why are you turning around?" she asked. "You shouldn't be embarrassed. Come on, turn around and stop hiding yourself while you're doing something natural."
The boy looked at his friend, then turned to let Evelyn watch while he finished it off. The pink button of his cockhead was held in his hand. Evelyn studied him, a smile on her face. The boy finished and put himself away again.
"Are you ashamed of what you have?" she asked.
"No."
"All right, tell me what you have between your legs."
"I have a penis and testicles," the boy said, proudly using the correct terms he'd learned in his junior high sex education classes.
"What are some other words?"
The boy again looked at his silent friend, then said, "Uh, cock and balls."
"That's better. Don't be afraid to say what's on your mind. It's best to be honest. Come right out with what's on your mind. Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"Let's see if you do," Evelyn said with sureness in her voice.
She looked the boy directly in the eyes and placed her hands to her breasts. "What are these?"
"Tits!"
"And now, how about here?" she asked, lowering a hand to her crotch.
"That's your pussy!" said the boy holding the bat and glove.
"Very good!" Evelyn exclaimed. "Now, what do you know about cocks and pussies?"
The two stood dumbfounded. The most they knew were locker room tales and the hearty comments of older boys.
"Well?" she said.
"Not much, I guess."
"Then it's time you learned about how cocks and pussies work!" Evelyn said as she looked around. The park was empty of people. A soft orange glow filled the air as the sun slowly slid toward the horizon. Through the bushes she saw a small clearing, a safe place to take the lads and instruct them in the ways of sex.
"Let's go in here," she said leading the way to the clearing. The boys followed the firm command without thinking.
"What are your names?" Evelyn asked.
The boy who had been peeing said, "My name's Terry." Terry was a sandy-haired fellow who had a few freckles on his face. He wore a horizontally striped T-shirt and blue jeans.
The boy with the bat and glove said, "I'm Bill." He was stockier than Terry, and just a bit shorter. His black hair was longer, and he seemed by far the more nervous of the two.
"My name is Evelyn. It's so nice to meet two nice young men like you. I like to do favors for boys like you. Very special favors."
"like what?" Terry asked.
"like helping you become men."
Neither of them knew what to make of the answer, but they both had vague feelings of awareness. Maybe it was the look in her eyes, or the impish smile. Somehow, they both intuited what was happening.
"What can you do to make us men?" Bill asked.
"Lots," she said, "but first we'll have to get comfortable. Let's all take our clothes off." The boys didn't hesitate. They began to strip off their shirts and pants, baring their smooth asses and beating Evelyn in the race for nudity.
They stood naked in front of her, their cocks pointing toward her as she let her tits spring out of her bra. Then she slipped off her panties and stood straight up again.
"Let's lie down together and I'll show you what to do."
She knelt on the grassy carpet and the boys followed.
"First let me feel your cocks," she whispered as she groped the two boys.
Her hands found their growing pricks and she grasped them, milking them heavily and watching the heads of their cocks swell with her squeezing pressure.
"Mmmmmm, that's nice," Bill said, his youthful' joint growing rapidly.
"I like it," Terry said. "Your hand feels good there."
"I want the two of you to just lie back for a moment while I talk to you."
The boys obeyed, lying with Evelyn in the middle. She stroked their cocks slowly and evenly, reveling in the majesty of two cocks at once. She occasionally ran her hands onto the ball-filled sacks that teemed with scurrying sperm.
"We're going to have some fun," she said, working their meat heavily. "I'm going to show you what it's like to fuck a woman. You're going to learn where to touch me, how to take care of me, and what to do to make a woman excited."
The boys lay back looking at the foliage overhead. The sky was darkening and Evelyn's voice was soft in their minds as her hands rolled their cocks and massaged them into sexual ecstasy.
"Sometimes it's hard for a young man to find out how to do things like this. It shouldn't be that way at all. There's nothing wrong with a woman who knows what to do showing you how to fuck or giving you a good blow job.
"Let's start off with something easy. I want each of you to hold one of my tits."
Terry and Bill responded eagerly as she still held their cocks. Each boy put a hand on one of Evelyn's full breasts.
"That's very nice," she said as they started to rub her tits. "Hold my nipples, play with them very gently."
Two youthful hands leapt in response to her order. They sought out her nipples, two dark circles framed by the milky white skin of her round tits. Fingers worked over the hard little knots of her nipples.
Evelyn then treated them both to an extra squeeze of their cocks. She ran her thumbs over the rubbery heads, circling the bulbs of soft cockhead.
"That's a good place to start making a woman want to fuck," she said. "It feels so good to have someone play with my nipples."
As the boys played, she began to squirm a bit, moving her hips and pressing herself into their hands. The boys were also responding to the feel of her hand, moving a bit to greet each twisting massage.
"Now, who wants to be first to feel my pussy?" Evelyn asked, ready to start the serious instructions.
"I do!" Terry shouted.
Bill didn't mind, he was enjoying the tit in his hand. And if Terry's hand went to her pussy, he'd have two tits to play with!
"All right, Terry," Evelyn said very formally. "Put your hand between my legs and I'll tell you what to do with my cunt."
Terry's hand shot down to the hot bundle of hair. She spread her legs to give him plenty of room. What he felt was a hairy mound that sloped down onto a small soft flatness. It was wet down there. Her pussy was leaking slippery juices, a sticky warm fluid that felt good.
"Bill, don't you stop what you're doing," she said, prompting Bill to take hold of both her tits.
She still worked both of their cocks as she talked to Terry.
"Rub your middle finger up and down my pussy. Ahhh! That's it! Now you have your hand between the lips of my cunt. It's wet there because you boys have done such a fine job exciting me. If a girl isn't wet down there when you put your finger into her cunt, that means she's not quite ready to be fucked. You have to do something more to help her get excited. That way, when you fuck, it's better for both of you. An excited girl is better to fuck than one who just isn't quite ready.
"Let's pretend I'm not ready to be fucked. I really am ready. Either one of you could jump on top of me right now and fuck me all you. wanted. But that wouldn't make your lesson complete.
"Terry, put your finger into me. Oh GOD! Easy, easy, oohh! That felt good! Now run your finger in and out. Finger fuck me and I'll make it worth your while. Oh, yes! That's it! More! A little faster!! .Oh, I'm going to be good to you!"
Evelyn's eyes were closed now. She rolled her hips in time with Terry's finger fucking. Bill watched the excitement come over her as Terry's finger fucked her and he played with her tits. The naked woman was swarmed by hands and she loved every bit of it.
"Okay, now," she gasped, "Let's say I'm still not excited. You know that would be a lie because I'm dying to fuck both of you. But I want to show you something else. Run your finger just above my cunt. There! That's the place! Ooohh Jeeezus!!
"Not too hard. Just around and around in circles. That's my clitoris. It's the best place to make a girl excited. Once you have your finger on her clit, she won't be able to stop you from fucking her. It makes a girl crazy with sex when you rub there."
Terry circled the small bud with his finger, sliding back and forth, feeling it yield and move to his touch. The rich fluids of her pussy gave him all the smoothness he needed to make a good job of fingering her turgid clit.
"Terry, you're doing a wonderful job, now give Bill a chance."
Terry reluctantly pulled his hand away from the moist cavern, yielding to Bill's right to have the same pleasure.
Bill's hand darted down to her cunt and landed heavily, sending a wave of surprise through her.
"Easy, my eager little darling. You have to be gentler than that when you put your hand on a girl's cunt. Be gentle and everything will work out your way in the end."
She gave Bill his instructions as she had Terry, guiding his youthful finger into her slit, sending his exploring finger deep inside her, then out onto the modest little clitoris that responded so well to his touch.
When Bill had picked up the knack she said to Terry, "Turn around so your cock is by my mouth. I'm going to give you a good blow job."
Terry turned around, making his firm cock and tingling balls readily available to her ravenous mouth. She watched his cock come toward her, pointing at her open lips as it came. The bulbous mass of flesh was inches from her lips and she inspected the blue veins that ran up the sides of his prick. The she opened her mouth wide and leaned forward, letting his cock slip into her as she went.
Terry looked down and watched her as his cock went into her mouth. Her mouth was round, lips puckering heavily. Cheeks were drawn in as she took a great suck on his dick, sending it to the back of her throat.
She ran his cock into her mouth, sucking hard. Then the stalk of meat slowly slid out over her lips, glistening wet from her mouth's juices.
Evelyn sucked hard and slow, long draughts of lust that went up and down Terry's cock.
"Ooohh I like that!" Terry chirped as the relentless sucking tickled his cock.
Even Bill became distracted from his work and watched the show while he finger fucked Evelyn. He was getting impatient now. He wanted her to suck his cock. .
Then Evelyn stopped, pulling the hard cock from her mouth and looking at it. The glistening shaft invited another go at it, but she said, "I don't want you to come right away. I'd love for you to come in my mouth, but I want you to fuck me. Right now!"
Evelyn got up on all fours and ordered Bill to lie down in front of her, so his cock was just below her mouth. She told Terry to go around behind and kneel with his cock by her pussy.
"You're going to fuck me now while I suck Bill's cock. Fucking this way is called dog fashion. There are lots of ways to fuck, but this way is best for now. Put your cock into me, just like you did your finger. There, now push. A little harder. OOOOOHHH!
Terry's meat broke through and went right into her cunt, filling her with hard cock.
"Oh, Baby! Now put your hands on my back and shove in and out with your cock. Good! Good! Faster! That's so good!"
Then she turned to Bill and said, "Do you want me to suck your cock while Terry is fucking me?"
"You bet!" he exclaimed.
"Then make me do it."
Bill grabbed her head and pulled her down onto his cock. She didn't resist, but opened wide, impaling herself on the spear of cock. Bill writhed happily as she took the full length of his cock and rammed it to the back of her throat.
She took it easy, not wanting to make young Bill come in her mouth. She would have welcomed the thick flood of come, and swallowed it eagerly, but then Bill might have to miss out on his lesson.
Terry looked down and watched his cock sliding into the mat of hair, a sucking orifice accepting it readily as he shoved. The cheeks of her ass were spread wide and the tiny ass-hole just above his cock looked inviting.
"Hey Evelyn, I'm going to stick my cock in your ass-hole."
She said nothing, but spread herself wider, a gesture of acceptance.
Terry pulled his cock out of her pussy. It was thick with slick juices, already well lubricated for a journey into her ass-hole.
He put the head of his cock on her ass-hole and started to shove. It was tight,. ever so much tighter than her cunt. When it had made its way past the quivering sphincters it slid down the clinging tube inside her.
Evelyn felt his cock press on her ass-hole, then force its way into her, raping her mercilessly. She. gulped for air through her nose as she increased her sucking attack on Bill's cock.
The three of them played out their unique orgy in the darkening thicket.
Then Terry started to come, his cock still in Evelyn's ass-hole. The swirling hot cream streaked out of the head of his cock and gushed into Evelyn's ass.
"I'm coming! I'm coming!" Terry shouted with glee.
He snapped his ass, shoving in and out with a vicious rhythm, uncaring of the toll he was taking of Evelyn's ass-hole.
Evelyn could no longer keep silent. She let Bill's cock fall away from her mouth and groaned, "Oh, my ass! My ASS! I love it. Oh, you're coming in my ass-hole!! "
Evelyn was wild now, gyrating her hips to help Terry have a complete orgasm. Around she went, grinding away with lusty abandon.
When he finished, she rolled over and pulled Bill down on top of her, "Fuck me, fuck me!"
Bill guided his cock into her juicy cunt and gave a shove. His turgid prick went into her with a sense of true duty. He was obeying her command willingly and he was going to fuck her with all he had.
Terry rolled over, exhausted, and watched his pal fuck Evelyn.
Bill was rougher than Terry, taking Evelyn's cunt with cruel jabs that sent flashes through her. Wham! Wham! Wham! They slammed together, bellies meeting like clapping hands.
"My cunt! Oh my cunt!" Evelyn moaned as Bill went into her over and over again.
Suddenly Bill was coming, his cock well primed by the blow job Evelyn had been giving him.
Evelyn's legs jerked and she dug her fingernails into Bill's back. Semen erupted from his prick, squirting little jets of white come loaded with wriggling sperm.
"It feels good!" Bill called to Terry as he humped Evelyn.
When he was spent he just collapsed on top of her. She was pinned to the ground by his weight, too weak herself to roll him off. They lay together, his cock still in her. A river of come slowly trickled out of her cunt.
Bill finally moved, just enough to roll onto the ground. Breathing heavily, he said, "Gee, that was good."
"I loved it. Both of you fucked me so well!" .
"Thanks for showing us all of that," Terry said.
"It's a shame you boys hadn't been shown before. I love to teach boys how to do it. It's going to make your lives ever so much better now that you know how to fuck.
"Would you do something else for me?" Bill asked.
"Whatever you want!"
"Lick my cock again."
"Evelyn moved slowly and laid her head on Bill's abdomen. She could smell her own cunt still on Bill's cock. His genitals were shining with come and her fluids. She ran her tongue over the slimy skin, licking him clean. Her tongue scooped up the thick come and worked its way up and down the stiff rod. When she got to the top of his cock, she again buried it in her mouth and sucked greedily. Her mouth was filled with her own redolent cunt juice.
Terry's rest had done him well. His cock began to move again, arching up easily, then going erect.
"Hey, Evelyn, I'm going to fuck you again, this time I'll keep it in your pussy so I can see what it's like to shoot my wad there."
Evelyn nodded her head and stuck her ass out, climbing to her knees again so Terry could have at her from behind. Her cheeks glimmered as she wagged her ass in the air, inviting Terry's cock to find its way into her.
He quickly sprang to his knees and went for her. His cock probed the wet pussy and found her dripping hole with ease. In it went again.
Evelyn started coming as soon as Terry went into her. She had come with each boy's previous fucking, but now she was really hot. Every nerve in her body tingled and she would have had a huge orgasm just by brushing her clit against something. Her impatient slit was ready for anything.
This time was even better than the last. Both of them were incredibly excited and Terry was coming again before he knew it. He refilled her, topping off her cunt with precious liquid.
Coming in her cunt felt different than coming in her ass-hole. Terry didn't know which he liked best. Both were great!
Evelyn backed up, anxiously seeking out every fraction of an inch Terry could give her. He obliged her movement by pressing forward and straining to the utmost to send more and more cock into her pussy.
"Oh, that was better than the first time," Terry said.
Bill was not to be outdone by his friend. He lined up for a second helping as soon as Terry had pulled free of her warm orifice.
She was still on her knees when Bill went into her for his second helping. Again he was more forceful than Terry. He slammed into her, almost sending her sprawling face-first onto the ground.
She dug her hands into the ground and locked her arms. Arching her back, she braced for the full hurricane of Bill's onslaught. And a good thing she did!
Bill grunted mightily as he went at her, disregarding her sensitive tissues. He was tearing her apart and she loved it!
"It hurts so good!" she called to him.
"Well how about THIS!! " Bill said as he gave a cruel snap to his hips that sent his cock tearing into her.
"Aaahhh!"
"Here's some more!! " he shouted at her.
Bam! BAM! BAMMMH
Evelyn bravely stood her ground as Bill's cock beat at her insides. She could feel her entire abdomen blazing with fury as he did his best to drive his cock through her insides.
Tears of pain and pleasure coursed down her cheeks as her body was wracked by the fury of his penetrations. She wept openly, sobbing with the passion of her lusts. This is what she wanted! Lots of cock raping her flesh over and over again!
Bill came, and from some final source of energy, managed to increase his attack as he grunted with satisfaction. He felt the pressures inside him grow until he thought his balls were going to explode. Suddenly his ass tightened and muscles that were completely out of his control began to work their magic by forcing his cream through him and out. Out into Evelyn's ravaged hole.
Evelyn could no longer control herself. She was coming as she'd never come before and her arms went limp. She fell to the ground, still leaving her ass poised high in the air. Her face went into the dirt. She felt the grass filling her gasping mouth as Bill's prick tore her apart. She couldn't even move her head now.
When Bill had shot the last of his jazz into her he reeled backward, also totally spent. Without him their to balance her, Evelyn just keeled over sideways to the ground. She curled up into a fetal position and sobbed quietly to herself. She'd never known such complete release.
The two boys lay next to her and watched her as she wept with joy.
"You okay?" Terry asked as he put his hand on her ass.
"Oh, yes, yes!" she whispered. "It's just that you've both been so good to me. It's wonderful to feel like this and still know I've helped you become men."
The sky was almost totally black now. It was getting late and the boys both had to get home.
"We have to go," Bill said.
"I know," Evelyn answered as she rolled over. "It's been so nice."
"Thanks for everything," Terry said as he slipped on his pants.
"Will you remember what I taught you?"
"Yes!" they both answered as they finished dressing.
Evelyn still lay naked on the grass as she looked up at the two boys.
"Go on home, then," she said softly.
"Thanks again," Bill said, "Bye!"
The boys disappeared into the bushes, rustling the branches as they went. Evelyn's ears listened to the fading sound of their departure as her eyes looked up at the darkening skies. Little diamonds of starlight dotted the darkness and winked at her. She smiled impishly and winked right back at them.
CHAPTER THREE
Some women like their studs young, but not necessarily uninitiated. They'll take their sex wherever they can find it, seeking out teenage boys who know what they are doing, and who are seemingly always ready for fast action.
These women are out for sex, pure and simple, but they want it young, young and alive with endless vitality. They like to find a group of boys so they can become their regular "Lay Mamma." Whenever the boys get their hormones up, they go to her for release, and she's ready for them, any time, night or day.
The boys get to know and depend on them, and the women, in return, have a steady supply of hard, young dick coming in at them from all sides.
With her regular harem, the Lay Mamma goes through life with as much cock as she wants. It's not unusual for her to have five or six young men each day, sometimes more when the excitement of a party ends up in a "bunch fuck." The boys line up, one after another to take care of her.
Said one such woman, "It gives the boys something to do."
The following case history shows how one such woman found the boys she was after.
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It was a hot day at the drag strip. Heat waves curled up from the cement ribbon that shot like an arrow off toward the horizon. The air rattled against one's skin when the incredible monster machines revved up. Raw power seared the crowd every time one of the impressive dragsters cleared its throat with a roar.
Karen was a tall, full-busted woman. Her ass swung from side to side as she made her way through the pit area. The tight mini-skirt she wore, clung to her buttocks as she walked around. Go-go boots covered her calves, but her rich thighs let the boys around her know she was all woman. Her auburn hair tumbled onto her shoulders, and her form fitting blouse displayed her braless tits. There was a strong, knowing look in her eyes that attacked every male she looked at. Karen was a woman on the make, and she didn't care who knew it.
She had picked her way through the tangle of machines and men, looking for a likely group who wanted to play.
Her attention was taken by a large cluster of teenage boys. They stood around a particularly brutish looking machine. The lads talked excitedly, pointing to special features of the machine and sometimes touching it.
Karen walked over and said to one boy, "Why is everyone standing around here?"
The boy turned to her with a look of disbelief on his face. "Lady, this is the Fire Hawk! ! "
"Why is the Fire Hawk so special?"
"It's the hottest dragster on the circuit! There's nothing this baby hasn't blown off!"
"How do you mean that?" Karen said, wondering about the meaning of his slang.
"It can beat any machine around. Nothing can touch it!"
"Is it going to win today?"
"Where you been?" he asked. "One more run and the Fire Hawk wins!"
"My," Karen remarked, "that's good!"
"You bet your sweet ass it is! Ooops! Er, excuse the language."
"It's quite all right, and correct besides."
The boy didn't understand, and turned back to look over the sleeping monster in front of him.
"Who drives the Fire Hawk?" Karen asked.
"Tom Richards, that lucky son-of-a-bitch."
"Why is he lucky."
"Lady, you don't know much about drag racing. Tom Richard's father owns half the world, and has a mortgage on the other half. Tom says to his dad that he wants a dragster, so the old man calls in every expert he can from Detroit and Europe to build the Fire Hawk. Christ! Nothing can touch it. Tom is busting records right and left and he's just seventeen!"
Karen's eyes perked up with the last comment and she said, "Which one is Tom Richards?"
"He's not out here now. He's over in his trailer taking it easy before the next run," the boy said as he pointed at the small silver trailer parked a few feet away. "He'll be out in a little while, though. It's time for the last race."
Karen's attention turned from the crowd to the trailer. What, she wondered, would a seventeen-year-old racing champion look like. Her curiosity was soon answered.
The door of the trailer swung open. When Tom Richards walked through it Karen's knees went watery.
Tom was tall and on the thin side. A shock of pure blonde hair danced around his head, and his sparkling blue eyes stared at the crowd around the Fire Hawk.
The shiny helmet in his hand was built to cover his entire face. All it needed was a plume to be a valorous knight's helmet.
Some of the lads in the crowd called to him, but he did not respond to them. His face was completely serious. Tight lips gave him a look of cruelty, but his easy walk balanced the sternness of his face.
Karen made up her mind the moment she saw Tom. She was going to fuck him, come hell or high water. Hopefully, Tom's friends would join in the fun and do their share to take good care of her.
Karen walked right up to Tom, cutting off a few of the boys who were coming toward him.
"You're Tom Richards," she said as she looked at his eyes.
"That's right," he said with a slight note of cockiness in his voice. Tom was used to being looked up to, but not by a full grown woman.
"They say you're the best around."
"No one has beaten me so far."
"Maybe you're going to be beaten this race."
"Maybe someday, but not today. The guy I'm running hasn't been close to me the last three times he's tried."
"That's good. I want you to win. I like winners who stay winners."
"Thanks."
"I'd like to help you win."
"How can you help me?"
"It's always best when your mind has some special reason for winning. Let me make you a promise that will help you win. You take this race and I'll give you a piece of ass you'll never forget. You and your friends!"
Tom looked her over again and liked what he saw. He'd never operated with a grown woman before, though many teenage girls had spread themselves wide to receive his thunderbolt.
"Lady, keep your eyes open. You're going to see a run down the quarter mile like nobody's ever seen!"
"I'll be waiting for you," Karen said stepping aside.
Tom walked to his machine as the group parted. He got in and buckled up, then donned the glistening helmet. The engine began to whine, then it caught and came to life. It was angry, snarling at the world around it. It seemed to hunger for a victim. Tom gunned it and fire spewed from the exhaust stacks. Then it started to roll, inching its way along toward the starting line.
Karen moved to a vantage point. The track lay in front of her, a band of smooth cement whereon young jousters rode their machines to glory, and in this case, to Karen.
The crowd hooted and cheered as the Fire Hawk came to the line. Tom's opponent rolled up and the race was set. Their engines exploded into raucous surges.
Suddenly the engines emitted steady, piercing screams and the huge tires broke loose and turned frantically on the pavement, clawing for traction. Bluish-white smoke billowed from the tires as they spun furiously on the grinding pavement.
Then the two machines caught hold and they were off, streaking down the track toward the finish line. Tom's opponent put up a valiant effort, but his dragster was no match for the Fire Hawk. The Fire Hawk's tires still smoked halfway down the track. The mighty machine was still ahead of the tires, spinning them like toys against the cement.
The Fire Hawk shot ahead of its opponent with ease. Suddenly it was pulling away from its howling pursuer, lengthening the distance steadily. Then a roar of amazement went up from the crowd as the Fire Hawk's tires billowed one huge stream of white smoke and the Fire Hawk's engine wound to a high whine. Tom had been beating his opponent without using the full power of his engine! His final spring at the finish line unleashed it all and the results were startling.
As soon as the Fire Hawk flew through the finish line a parachute popped out behind it, straining to slow the hurtling monster.
The boys around Karen went wild with delight at Tom's last second display of the full power of the Fire Hawk. The announcer's voice came from the loud speakers to tell, in excited tones, that the Fire Hawk had just set a new track record.
Karen smiled brightly, a wide-lipped smile that made her cheeks into little balls. Tom's win was going to be rewarded with one hell of a good fuck! She was ready for him, and all of his friends.
She began to look over the group of boys. There were dozens of them around, but only seven of them wore T-shirts with "Fire Hawk Racing Team" on them.
Tom plus seven stud friends. That would be very nice indeed.
The boys had not let Karen go by unnoticed. Several of them had jabbed others and made sexy remarks about Karen's protruding tits and her full ass. She overheard one boy say to another, "How would you like her to sit on your face?"
Karen watched the Fire Hawk as it made its way back into the pit. When it arrived, boys swarmed over it, hopping into the air and yelling congratulations to Tom. He killed the motor and slid out of the cramped cockpit.
Karen stood to one side and waited. There was plenty of time, and plenty of cock besides.
The front of her blouse showed the tiny knots of her nipples hardening. She was ready to fuck right now!
Tom walked toward her, looking her over as he came. She was more than ready for him. Her breasts surged toward him, sent out by a deep breath of willingness.
"I won," he said as he stood in front of her.
"And in grand style, too," she responded.
"Let's go inside the trailer and see what I've won as a grand prize."
"You bet!" she exclaimed. "And don't forget to tell your friends to stick around to get theirs."
"Hey, Joey," Tom called.
A dark, muscular lad came to him.
"Get the Fire Hawk put away and go over to the stands to get my trophy and the winnings.
Tell them I'm tired. When you get back, hang around. We're all going to fuck this chick."
Joey acknowledged Tom's commands and looked Karen over. "We'll be waiting right here. Hey, baby, are you any good at sucking cock?"
"The best!" Karen answered.
Tom grabbed her by the arm and pulled her into the trailer.
"All right, hot box, now we're going to see if you fuck as good as you look," Tom said.
"Get ready, sonny, you're taking on a man's work."
"You just get your fucking clothes off and we'll see what happens."
Karen almost ripped her blouse off. Her tits were gorgeous balls of succulent meat. Then she undid her mini-skirt and teased it around her ass and down onto the floor.
Kicking off her shoes, she said, "What are you waiting for?"
Tom's distraction over her fantastic body had kept him from undressing as she did. Now he worked to catch up, slipping off his jump suit, then the rest of his clothes. He stood with his cock staring at Karen's cunt.
"Get down on your knees and suck me off," Tom said.
Karen immediately dropped to her knees and came to him with her eyelids almost closed and her mouth wide open. Her tongue lay on her lower lip and her heavy breathing made the tongue pulsate.
She took his fiery red prick into her mouth, drawing it in with heavy sucking.
"Mmmmmm, that's nice," she said as she took it out of her mouth.
"Come on, suck!"
"Do you like it?"
"I love to have my cock sucked."
"Lie down and hang on, sonny. You're going to get a blow job you'll feel down to the roots of your ass!"
Tom lay on the bed and Karen leaned over him, her back toward him. She looked at his rigid meat and smiled a little before she dove down onto it. Locking her lips around the stiff cock, she began to suck it for all she was worth.
Tom thought she was going to suck him inside out with her hot mouth. Little sucking sounds snapped through the air, wet animal noises that accented his pleasure.
While her mouth played it's game with his cock, she ran her fingers over his balls and tickled them lightly. She was out to make him come as fast as she could. That way, when he fucked her, he'd last a lot longer before he came in her.
She was so good at sucking cock that Tom's body started pulsing with her full draws. He knew he was about to shoot his wad and he pulled her head away from his cock.
"Easy," he said, "you're going to make me come."
"I want you to come in my mouth first."
Without another word she went back to her task, sucking heavier and faster now that she knew he was about to unload his cream into her mouth.
Tom lay back and closed his eyes, letting the pressure of his climax build rapidly in his balls. He imagined how his cock looked inside her mouth, its fat head sliding along her thick tongue. He loved the idea of shooting into her mouth, and the fulfillment was not long in coming.
Suddenly his body jerked and Karen felt his cock swell in her mouth. The first jet of slippery juice went into her mouth and she dove down on him, cramming his cock into her mouth as far as it would go and swallowing his come. She gulped down shot after shot of his semen, moaning gently as each stream came pouring out of his hard prick.
Karen's hips rolled in excitement and her belly heaved mightily with her forced breathing. She wished Tom's young sperm could gush forever into her mouth. It was fantastic, rich young juice that flowed freely in response to her mouth's wet movements.
"Oooohh, keep sucking!! " Tom groaned. "Don't stop!! "
Karen went down on him again and again, accepting his generous wad of ball-juice.
When he'd unloaded the last of it, she kept his cock in her mouth for a bit, rolling it gently and sucking the last remnants of cream from it. Then she let his thick cock flop from her lips. It made a little pop as the suction of her lips broke free.
"How was that for openers?" she asked as she rolled over and lay next to him.
"Uh, pretty good," Tom said, still reeling from the overwhelming blow job she'd just given him.
"It was better than pretty good. That was the best blow job you've ever had, sonny."
"Okay, you're right. You suck cock better than any chick I've ever been with."
"You bet your ass I do. And you know what else? I fuck better than any you've ever met, or will meet."
"You're pretty sure of yourself," Tom said.
"I'm good, and I know it."
"No arguments."
Tom's cock was still standing tall. It's youthful energy still surged with willingness. Karen reached down with her hand and stroked his meat. She cupped his balls in her hands and squeezed them firmly.
"You know what?" Tom asked.
"What?"
"I'm pretty good myself!"
Without giving her a moment to respond he flipped over on top of her and reached down for her legs. He pulled her legs up and pinned her knees back to her shoulders with weight. Then he placed the head of his cock on the wet opening of her cunt and gave a merciless shove. Wham!
The sudden bursting through of his cock made Karen shriek with pleasure. "Aaaahh!! "
Tom let her have it with everything he could muster. He wasn't fucking her, he was attacking her! His cock slammed down into her like a pile driver. Wham! Wham!
Pushing her legs down onto her, he went in and out as hard as he could. She'd been the cocky one, and Tom was going to show her the full impact of his masculine authority. She was his helpless toy, unable to move because of his weight. It was his show from now on and Karen loved it. She wanted to feel him in charge and taking her the way he wanted it. Any way. Even if it hurt when he ripped his cock in and out of her fragile pussy.
Tom growled with pleasure as he drove into her and she could only close her eyes and moan; The whole trailer was now rocking to the rhythm of his vicious fucking.
Outside the trailer, his buddies stood around awaiting their turns. As the furious thumping sounds echoed across the now empty pit area, the lads grinned and leered at one another. There wasn't one of them who didn't have a hard cock. Each was eager for his turn at Karen's beautiful body. And each one of them had his own idea of what he wanted to do with her. In just a little while, the magnificent body they'd ogled would be theirs to do with as they pleased.
When Tom came, it sent Karen into madness. She actually screamed at the top of her voice as the pleasure of her own orgasm flashed through her. They came together, Tom's cock wailing away at Karen's cunt. He clutched her full, well-tanned thighs as he came, squeezing her willing flesh with his strong hands.
"Keep coming!! " she begged. "More! More!"
Tom obeyed as the oozing white fluids poured from his prick. Each squirt meant another great descent into the warm depths of her clutching cunt. The muscles of her pussy contracted wildly each time he shoved.
Then they were spent. Tom stirred her cunt with his cock for a few turns, then rolled over, exhausted.
"Jesus you're good," she said.
"You're a pretty good piece of ass." Tom responded.
"Glad you think so."
"Why?"
"I like strong boys. I go wild when they fuck me. I want you and your friends to like fucking me. I'll do whatever you want me to. Any way is okay with me."
"Why is it so important that we like to fuck you?"
"Then we can all, well, sort of be steady friends. I'll be your steady piece of ass. You and your friends."
"You mean you want to make a deal where we can come and fuck you any time we want to?"
"That's it exactly. If your friends are as good as you are, I want to be the woman you come to for loving whenever and wherever you want it. You can all fuck me anytime you want to if we can all agree on it."
"We'll see," Tom said as he got up and slipped on his pants.
He Went outside the trailer and closed the door. His eyes were bloodshot, and a silly grin covered his face as he motioned for his buddies to come near.
"All right, which one of you guys wants to leave the Fire Hawk racing team?" Tom asked.
Not a one of them moved. Being on the team was the most important thing in their lives.
"That chick in there is the best piece of ass in the world, and she wants to be our steady mama. But we have to fuck her good. I want you guys to go in there and take care of her the best way you can. Anyone who doesn't come at least twice is off the team!"
The boys all pledged their complete support, though not necessarily for the privilege of staying on the team. Karen looked good enough to make anyone want to do his best!
"Okay, Joey, you're next."
The lads grumbled amongst themselves. Each wanted to be next.
"You guys can go home," Joey said, "when I'm done, there won't be anything left for you."
The boys booed and hissed at Joey's bravado. When he went into the trailer, Karen was standing by the door.
"I heard what you just said, and I don't think you can live up to it."
Joey just looked at her and grinned. He was a dark lad, stocky and muscular. Without even talking to her he stripped down to raw skin and pulled her into bed. He threw her down and grabbed the inside of her thighs and spread them wide. Without a word he plunged his tongue into her cunt and flopped it around her sensitive clit. The rich odor of her cunt filled his nostrils and the wiry hair rubbed gently along his cheeks as he tongued and sucked her firm little clit.
He felt her pull herself over to his cock, and soon the warmth of her mouth smothered the head of his cock. He, too, fell easy prey to her expert blow job technique.
It felt so good that he just couldn't pull himself free to save his load for her cunt. Before he knew what was happening, his come had started its way into her mouth. He licked furiously at her clit, making her come as he did.
Karen stroked his super-sensitive balls as he unloaded his cream into her sucking mouth. She swallowed it greedily, and spread her legs apart as she did so to make her cunt an easy target for Joey's working tongue. They rolled on the bed, doing it sixty-nine and coming with each others mouths.
Then Joey added his own particular flourish to sixty-nine by cramming his finger into her ass-hole as they came together. This new sensation made Karen writhe with pleasure. The come pouring into her mouth was welcomed readily, and she stretched her mouth wide open so all of his meat could get into her and the precious juice wouldn't be lost.
Then Joey was on top of her, not even taking a short rest after popping his wad into her mouth. He jumped on top and let his cock find its way into her. Her wet cunt was an easy victim to his thrust. The lips of Karen's pussy spread willingly as his young cock eased into place, exploring her dark warmth.
Karen started to make massive thrusts with her hips, lifting Joey up with each shove. She was a strong woman, and Joey held on for the ride of his life. It was like fucking a bucking bronco.
"Yeeeehaaa!! " Joey shouted as Karen's flipping hips did the work. He was riding her for all he was worth, and adding his shoves besides.
The boys outside the trailer howled with glee as Joey's yell pierced the air and the trailer once again began sway from side to side.
"Come on baby!" Joey yelled, "Yeeehaaa!"
Karen whipped herself into a frenzy as Joey's cock had its taste of her cunt. She was nearly stabbing herself with his rod, impaling herself on it with careless abandon. She didn't care if she tore herself apart on his cock. It was what she wanted, and she had it now. Cock, lots of it, and all hard.
She'd be their steady mama or kill herself trying. She wanted these youngsters for herself, so that they'd fuck her over and over again, day after day.
And, as good fortune would have it, she satisfied them all, and they did themselves a fine job of taking care of her desires.
After Joey came Russ and Chad. The two of them had decided to go in together. Karen showed a bit of surprise when they walked in together, but she didn't mind it in the least. She sucked Russ off while Chad fucked her from behind. She liked having two young cocks at her command at once.
Harvey came in and made her roll over onto her stomach so he could fuck her in the ass. He dipped his cock briefly into her cunt to gather up enough of her natural lubrication to make shoving his dick into her ass easier.
When Harvey probed her tight ass-hole with his cock Karen buried her face in the pillow and moaned. Then he eased it all the way in and she gulped for air as his prick slithered in and out of the clinging caverrt.
"How does that feel?" Harvey asked as he pumped her ass.
"It's making me come!" she gasped. "I love it!"
"Do you like it when it hurts?"
"Oh yes!"
Harvey looked down and watched his meat sliding in and out of her ass-hole. The clinging little hole puckered around his dick as it slid out and it felt good.
When Harvey had taken the last her ass-hole could give, Frank came in and took over. He was a quiet, red-haired lad whose green eyes gave him a look of fresh innocence. When the action started, however, he was anything but innocent.
Karen studied him as he undressed. She was a bit tired, but the excitement of each new cock kept her energy up beyond normal limits. With each boy she was excited anew. She was somewhat like the street corner prostitute who takes on customer after customer in one night's work. Karen, however, did not approach her present task with the disinterested attitude of a whore. She was the willing seducer of these lads, and she really wanted each of them.
Her head was floating through space as the excitement of fuck after fuck left its impression. Cocks, her humping hips and grinding ass. The full tits being cupped by eager young hands. The groans of sexual abandon and the thick body smells and streaming rivulets of sweat had transformed her into a purely sexual beast. As though hypnotized, she waited for boy after boy. Eager to satisfy, excited anew with each one, and the happy subject of their every sexual demand.
The boys took her however they wanted. Frank made her get down on her hands and knees and beg him to fuck her. She loved this and tears soon came to her eyes as Frank withheld his passion from her. She wanted it and begged and pleaded, tears streaming from her eyes until Frank finally slammed his meat into her.
When Frank finally gave her the fucking she'd begged for, she was grateful beyond belief, and thanked him with renewed sexual frenzy.
"Thank you, oh thank you!" she whispered as Frank finally shoved his meat into her. "You're so good to me."
The boys came and went, bounding eagerly into the trailer, then leaving with slow, relaxed steps. Karen was taking care of them, one by one, easing the subtle sexual tensions that had been building in them. She was taking away the silent load of sexual frustration and having her own pleasures besides.
The raceway's empty lot was dark now, deserted except for the Fire Hawk Racing Team's trailer. The satisfied boys sat around and watched the darkness descend, while the few remaining contestants paced nervously around waiting their turns.
When the last of the boys had taken his turn and left, Karen lay in bed breathing heavily and congratulating herself for her success with this fine group of studs.
Then Tom came into the trailer and looked down at her.
"Okay, we talked it over. You're our steady mama. Hey, by the way, what's your name?"
"Karen," she said. "You can call me whatever you like-but just call me!"
CHAPTER FOUR
The previous case history of Karen and the Fire Hawk Racing Team is typical of the women who seek out groups of young studs to service.
Some women, however, are unable to deal with themselves as honestly as Karen did. She wanted to take care of the boys, so she aggressively went out and did so. Other women, however, cannot face up to such desires within themselves. They want to be taken by young studs, but just can't seem to break through the barriers set up within themselves.
Such women, though rarer, than Karen's type, will often resort to strange situations and actions in order to satisfy the desires that burn within them. They have to do it, but they need to disguise their desires.
The following case history illuminates just such a case. Unable to deal with her desires, Mona finds herself constructing a bizarre situation which finally gives her what she wants, and a little more than she bargained for.
* * * *
Mona was a thirty-four-year-old woman of ample endowment. She was small-boned, though large breasted. On the petite side, she nevertheless seemed to assert herself with confidence and definite direction. Her husband, a civil engineer, was often away from home on business. Perhaps it was her frequent loneliness, or perhaps just some natural desire which brought about her introduction to the pleasures of screwing groups of young studs.
Her activities began in a rather odd fashion. She would never have considered herself the sort who would seek out a man, let alone a group of young boys. Her natural desires, however, were stronger than she realized, and they began to force themselves upon her. The subconscious is a powerful force, and attempts to suppress one's natural desires may cause the subconscious to control actions in a way which makes the desires satisfied, even against the conscious wishes of the subject!
Mona did most of her shopping in a large shopping center a few miles from her home. The traffic near the center could, she learned, be bypassed by taking a short cut through several dingy side streets. It was on this route that Mona was first exposed to the Disciples, a motorcycle gang consisting of tough young vagabonds.
The gang had its headquarters in an abandoned garage. Their flashy bikes were parked in front of the dark old building, and groups of the young toughs would hang around in front, watching the traffic as it went by.
At a stop sign several blocks before the Disciples headquarters, a lone bike rider pulled up next to Mona's car and looked her over.
"Hey lady," the muscular young stud called, "How about eight inches of cock!"
Mona was shocked by this, and just looked at him, fascinated by the ornate costume he wore and the look of animal savagery in his eyes.
"I'll eat your pussy till you scream, you fucking rich whore!" the wild rider called. He flapped his tongue in licking fashion at her, then laughed wildly.
"Come on baby, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!! "
Mona's face grew flushed with indignation and she gunned her car down the road. The rider's souped-up chopper, however, was more than a match for her sedan. He accelerated so hard that the front wheel came off the ground. The two of them raced side by side down the street with the rider yelling insults.-
"Fucking bitch whore! You want my cock but you're scared. Fuck! Fuck! Ha! Ha! Ha!"
Then the rider braked his roaring machine as they neared the Disciples' hangout. He shot Mona the finger as she sped away.
Mona was upset for the rest of the day, confused and unable to deal with the unique experience. Her mind kept replaying the scene of verbal abuse, but she found herself entranced by the memory of the savage young stud who seemed to be all sexual animal. The social niceties of her world were shattered by such a direct confrontation. The suits, ties and cocktails seemed somehow hollow in comparison to the boy's direct assault. He was, simply, a sexual symbol, uncluttered with the inane ritual of Mona's middle-class world. He was raw cock and nothing more.
This, more than anything else, upset Mona. When she thought about what had happened, she became sexually excited. Her breath quickened and her breasts grew sensitive. She rejected these manifestations of her desire quickly, but was unable to prevent their recurrence. Over and over again she pictured the young man on his bike, glaring at her and uttering his obscenities. She secretly longed to be consumed by this virile young brute, yet she was unable to bring herself to admit it.
Following the incident, Mona found herself making frequent, and often unnecessary trips to the shopping center. Each time she took the perilous shortcut, passing the Disciples' headquarters. With each passing she inspected the boys hanging out in front. Each was like the one who had accosted her. Each was a frank animal who made no bones about his sexual desires. She eyed them cautiously, not really explaining to herself why she was doing it.
The sight of the masculine boys triggered some deep, long smoldering desire in Mona. Again and again she made' trips past the hangout, admiring the lurking young studs.
She began to have sexual fantasies about them, but she was still unable to deal openly with her desires. Her thoughts wandered in and out of these fantasies, sometimes carrying her off into deep daydreams which caused her to become quite horny.
It was after several weeks, and many trips, after her first encounter with the young rider that a seemingly wild impulse began to form in her mind. She couldn't seduce them, though she wanted to. And her middle-class morality could never allow her to willingly submit to their advances. There was, however, one way left. And she took it. She would arrange for them to rape her!
This idea took shape slowly, a vague notion that tickled the back of her mind like some nagging little voice. She found herself making more and more needless trips to the shopping center, and then finally making trips without shopping, just to look over the young studs.
It was a Friday night when Mona went to her car as though in a trance. She'd dolled herself up with her best cosmetics, and slipped into a daring mini-skirt. She discarded her bra and put on a fishnet blouse which let her firm tits display themselves.
She got behind the wheel and slowly drove to the dark, shadow-filled street. She went by once and saw a group of boys drinking beer in front. Some passed joints of good Acapulco Gold around and puffed the rich herb with delight.
Assured that her attackers were waiting for her, Mona parked down the street and slowly got out of her car. She tidied up, fluffing her hair to be sure she looked as seductive as possible. Soon her neat figure would be covered with dirt and sweat, naked and bruised, but for now, it mattered very much that she looked her best.
Still held by the strange power of her awakened desires, she walked toward the Disciples. The sound of rock music grew louder as she neared them. Her hands began to shake with fear but she went onward to the brutal fulfillment of her sexual cravings.
"God help me," she whispered as she boldly strode into their view. "I can't stop myself."
She walked toward them, pretending she didn't see them. Acting as though she was going to walk right past them, she looked straight ahead, but slowed her pace to give them time to react to her seductive trappings.
They were not long in snatching up the bait.
"Look at this fucking cunt," one of the bolder ones yelled. It was Ike, the president of the Disciples.
Mona was a few feet away from him when he stood up and blocked her way.
"Where you going?" he demanded.
Mona pretended to ignore him. Her heart slammed in her chest and her vision was blurred as she suddenly realized they might not do what she needed them to do. Her fear of disappointment was groundless. This would be a night she'd never forget!
The young thug who'd spoken to her leaped to his feet and grabbed her viciously by the arm and jerked her around so fast she almost lost her balance.
"I said where you going?" he snarled.
"Let go of me you scum!" she spat.
She could smell his body as he held her to him. His breath bathed her nostrils and an insane glimmer shone in his eyes.
"Maybe you'd like to fuck some scum, eh?" Ike said as he squeezed her arm and shook her.
"I wouldn't go to bed with trash like you!" she said and tried unsuccessfully to pull herself loose.
"I didn't say anything about going into a nice clean bed, you smart-assed bitch, I was talking about fucking."
Mona just stared at him, her breath coming in fast, shallow spurts. Ike could smell her expensive perfume, and a quick glance at her full breasts enticed him even further.
The rest of the young studs clustered around Ike and Mona. They were happy to have a nice diversion like Mona come along. Every one of them knew they'd rape her before the night was over. They were a lawless group of young terrors who feared no one. They took what they wanted when they wanted it. And tonight they'd take Mona's tender ass.
One of the boys reached out and quickly ran his hands underneath her tight mini-skirt and grabbed two fistfuls of her rubbery cheeks. Mona jerked at the feel of the intruder's exploration. Then Ike ripped open her flimsy blouse. Her tits burst forth like shiny melons waiting to be opened.
"Get your hands off..." she said, but cut short by a rough hand that closed around her mouth and nose.
Before she could brace herself, she was dragged off her feet and into the Disciples' headquarters.
The building was almost bare inside. A few bikes were parked on the floor, their engines dismantled. Some tools and a workbench were against a wall. Psychedelic posters decorated the walls, and the two bare light bulbs that hung from thin wires bathed the large room in a glaring, yet somehow dim light.
An old couch stood against the wall facing several chairs and a small table.
The boys carried struggling Mona into the room and kicked aside the chairs and table in order to throw her onto the couch.
"Okay, smart bitch, you're going to keep us company tonight."
Mona didn't answer. She could only stare at them as they stood above her, eyes looking her over and sheer lust coming from their expressions.
"Take off your clothes," Ike demanded.
Mona didn't move. It was part of her odd thinking to make them rip her clothing off. She had to be the victim. Only by casting herself in the role of victim could she accept her inner lusts. And being the victim of these wanton studs also meant being beaten into submission. Even as she stared at them, she knew her flesh would soon feel the stinging pain of their belts. She had to feel pain, to be beaten until she submitted. That way, and only that way, could she then free herself from guilt and submit to all the insane cravings the Disciples could muster. With her body bruised and consumed with flashes of exquisite pain, she would then have the excuse she needed to unleash her sexual desires. But they had to make their move before the wild carnival of sensual abandon could happen.
"I'm not taking anything off," she shouted. Then she stood up and made as though to force her way through them to the door.
Ike grabbed her by her long hair and jerked her back so quickly that she danced backward and fell onto the couch like a puppet whose strings had been pulled.
"Let's help her," Ike said to the young toughs standing around him.
He muttered obscenities and grabbed her flimsy blouse and ripped it. He Wound it in his hands as he tore it to shreds. The stringy material left cutting marks on Mona's skin. She felt the pain of the cutting strands and this excited her, even as she struggled to free herself from his attack.
Another pair of hands had ripped her miniskirt and was jerking it down her legs. She began to kick and claw at them, all the while praying that her attack would not stop their masculine mauling.
In seconds she was naked and curled up in a well-curved little ball at one corner of the couch.
"Get down on your knees, whore!" Ike shouted.
Again Mona did not obey. They had to make her do everything. She'd do it willingly, but they had to force her first.
"Get her down on the floor!" Ike bellowed.
Three of the Disciples grabbed her and slammed her down onto the floor. She skidded naked across the cold cement, her skin flawed by the scraping surface. Little lines of red slowly emerged on her where small trickles of blood began to leave the tiny wounds. The smell of gasoline and oil wafted up from the dirty floor as Mona's face lay on it. She was spread-eagled on the floor, face down. Before she could move, a heavy boot was planted on the back of her neck, forcing her face into the cold cement.
"You do what you're told, bitch!" a voice boomed down at her. "Do it our way or you'll be sorry!"
"Get up on your knees," Ike's familiar voice said as the boot was lifted. She could breath again, but she didn't move.
"You go to hell!! " she screamed. She wanted them to be good and angry with her. She had to be forced to do it, and she hoped they would hurry their painful retaliation. She wanted pain, then rape!
"We ought to show this cunt what it means to disobey the Disciples," one of the boys snarled.
Mona heard the soft sound of a thick leather . belt being pulled from its loops. Then her back was seared with a flaming stroke of the heavy leather. The loud snap of the landing leather made a crack like a rifle shot. She could not help herself as a smile came to her lips. It had started, the glorious ceremony of pain and attack, slave and master. Starting with this crystal-like rush of pain, it would soon grow to a frenzy of satisfaction and domination.
Mona rolled as a second blow landed on her back. Then, from the other side came another belt, and then another. She was being beaten by all of them. Leather rained down on her like a cloudburst, a roaring onslaught of commanding blows. She was afire with the pain. She buried her face in the cold floor and smiled with delight. When her back was a red field, she slowly rolled over under the attacking leather to expose her belly and breasts to their painful blows. The belts came down faster than before, making their way up and down her flesh. like snakes they attacked her, biting and recoiling only to bite again and again.
The thick leather found her breasts as she lay spread on the floor. Her nipples were favored targets and they were smacked again and again. She felt weak with the ecstasy of submission as the dominating pain transported her thoughts to a trance-like state. She was being consumed by the flailing black leather and her breasts and belly were snapped at again and again by the stinging belts.
Then her thighs came under attack, yielding masses of flesh which bounced joyously to each landing blow. Without thinking, she spread her legs to the attackers and exposed her cunt to them. The soft mound of hair, with its skin-tangled slit, felt its first blow. The smack of leather on her cunt sent her into madness and she began to come. The leather continued to fall on her as the young bikers asserted their desires on her flesh. She was helpless now, reeling with pain and desire. Her flesh burned with the discipline of leather.
The beating stopped as suddenly as it began. Mona's breathing was heavy now, her red breasts heaving with gasps of air. She rolled her head from side to side, her eyes closed and her mouth making unintelligible sounds.
"Now get on your hands and knees!" Ike bellowed.
Mona moved slowly, her body still alive with the roaring glow of pain. She got onto her hands, and knees, her head bowed low and her hair trailing down to the floor. She waited for the next step in this bizarre ritual of seduction.
"Hey Moose, you break her in for us," Ike said with a laugh.
Mona stared down at the floor awaiting the first intruders entrance into her cunt. She could feel her attacker's eyes roaming over her ass and pussy. The quick chirp of a loosening zipper sang through the air, and she heard the sound of pants being lowered. Then the warmth of another body came close in behind her as she waited in obedient silence.
The Moose was a young hoodlum of extraordinary proportions. His stocky body was the launching platform for a cock of mammoth size. It was nine inches long, and fat. It was a huge plug of meat and it stood poised at Mona's tight little cunt. It was more than ready to send its full length into her snug cavern.
Mona felt something huge poke around her cunt, spreading the lips of her pussy wide with its large, bulbous head.
"I'm going to make you scream, bitch," Moose said as he grabbed her by the shoulders, his cock laying against her hole.
He slammed into her like a tank battering through a flimsy wall.
"Aaahhh! Aieee!" she wailed as his plunger filled her, splitting her wide and sending her forward with the force of his attack.
Mona was afraid that she'd be torn. The pain was so sharp that her cunt burned, as though it had been split and torn open.
The Moose loved the sound of her screams and he slammed into her again and again, using his cock like a deadly weapon. Plunging and searching it went, piercing her again and again. He watched the muscles of her back bunch with each thrust and he saw her head tossing around wildly as he shoved in.
Her cunt loosened a bit and the pain made a shift from agony to complete pleasure. This was what she wanted. She'd come here to be beaten and raped and it had begun. Moose was just the first to take her, and she knew there would be more pain, and much, much more cock for her.
"Come on, slut! Move your ass!" Moose shouted as he slammed into her. "Make her move, guys!"
The others responded quickly, once again lifting their belts to punish Mona's disobedience. They beat her and she began to move, gyrating her ass like a great turning wheel. Around and around it went as the leather commanded her.
Then Moose let go of her shoulders and smacked her on the ass with the flats of his palms as he fucked her. She was coming now like she'd never come before.
"Fuck her in the ass!" one of the boys shouted.
Moose grinned with delight and pulled his cock from her gaping cunt and loaded it into her ass-hole. He shoved hard and long, not giving up as the muscles of her ass resisted the entrance of his gargantuan prick.
"No! No! Oh God STOP! You're tearing me! Please nooo!! " Mona shouted as the hard prick bore down on her. She'd never been fucked in the ass before, and hadn't even thought of it. Now, however, the Moose was giving her a thrill she hadn't expected.
His meat pushed and pushed against her. She felt her ass-hole spreading wider, burning with the spreading flood of meat. Then she felt his huge cock sliding slowly into her, still under fierce pressure from his shoving hips. In it went, slowly spreading her apart. 'She felt as though her hips were being split in two. In it went, all the way, sending searing jets of pain through her.
Then Moose started to pump her. He was as reckless in her ass-hole as he was in her cunt. He heaved to his task with cruel joy. She was begging him to stop, but her heart fluttered with the joy of this new experience. She was being used and beaten, overwhelmed and treated like trash. It made her happy to finally throw aside the clean, antiseptic rituals of her middle-class life and become an unleashed animal. She could never do it without the strength of their domination. The rape of her ass-hole was a gem of good fortune for her that pleased the raw animal desires she'd come to satisfy.
The Moose unloaded his come into her ass-hole. The tight, somewhat dry tube of her ass-hole had massaged his great shaft well, and its reward was a full load of his swirling semen.
"Hang on bitch!" Moose yelled as he let loose with his sharp snaps and squirting juices.
Mona came with him, surging in response to his massive shoves. He let the last spasm recoil through his body, let the last drop of his white cream ooze from his cock into her flooded ass. Then he pulled free from her and stood up. He kicked her in the ass and sent her sprawling face first onto the floor.
"Whore!" he muttered as she skidded across the floor. "Tell me you're a lousy whore!"
"I'm a whore. A dirty whore," Mona said softly.
"Who wants the whore next?" Moose said.
"She's mine, mother fucker!" Ike said as he dropped his pants. He stood over Mona with his hard cock pointing at her. His hairy legs and belly were the background for his blue-veined, erect cock.
"Get up on your knees and suck me, whore!"
Mona struggled up to him and opened her mouth. Ike grabbed a handful of hair at the back of her head and jerked her to him, his cock plunging into her mouth and back into her throat. He held her tightly, keeping his cock in her throat as she began to gag for air. He was merciless, holding her to him while she choked on the full length of his cock. Her arms began to wander through the air, aimlessly trying to grasp something steady. They finally closed around his ass and she clutched him to her. She was choking on hot young cock and it was wonderful. Her lungs ached for a breath of air and her head swam. Her eyes saw faint shadowy reds, and blues as the cock remained in her throat. She swallowed convulsively, tickling Ike's cock as she did so. Her head began to swim in Circles and there was nothing but blackness. Suddenly she felt herself falling down a well, floating end over end into the black void.
When she awoke, she was still on the floor and Ike was standing over her with his belt in his hand.
"Get up and suck me off!"
She pulled herself up, holding onto his legs as she eased up to his waiting cock. She took it into her mouth and began to suck him off. She played with his cock, toying with it and taking mouth-filling sucks on it. She loved him for conquering her and she now was willingly paying the price of defeat.
"Stick your ass out, bitch!" one of the boys said.
Mona responded quickly, having regained her awareness and being driven to excitement by the cock in her mouth.
Her ass still ached from Moose's attack, but she was willing to take a cock in her ass-hole or her cunt. It didn't matter which. She just wanted lots of young cock.
The cock found her cunt and she wriggled gratefully as it sank into her. She moved back into it, accepting its penetration with joy. She moved her ass to help the boy in her cunt while she rolled her mouth around Ike's cock. She tickled his balls as she sucked, pleasing him with the soft touch of her conquered hands.
"Suck me harder!" Ike commanded.
She obeyed quickly, puckering her lips around his firm cock and sinking it back into her throat and out again. Sucking sounds snapped from her lips as the wet cock slithered in and out of her moist mouth.
Ike shot his come into her mouth without warning. She sucked hard as the thick ooze went into her. The lad in her cunt started to come at the same time. She was. caught in the middle as two cocks poured their juices into her, one into her sucking lips, and the other into her willing cunt. She was wild with passion as they took their pleasures with her. The feeling of being completely overpowered and used as a whore for these young studs was thrilling.
They unloaded themselves into her voluptuous, naked flesh, taking their full pleasure and using her for their plaything. Mona felt her cunt fill with come as she swallowed the cream that poured into her mouth.
When they were finished, they threw her down onto the ground and let her lie there, the willing victim of their lusts. She stared up at her two attackers. They were brutal studs who looked down at her with disdain. Their harsh features leered at her as they buckled up their pants.
"Get on the couch," one of the unsatisfied spectators commanded.
Mona crawled toward the couch, but not fast enough to suit her new master. He smacked her across the ass with his belt and she lunged forward onto the tattered couch.
"Spread your legs, whore!" he commanded as he undid his pants. Mona obeyed, spreading wide with one leg over the back of the couch. She lay back and closed her eyes, waiting for the next rape. Her cunt and ass-hole were sore from abuse, but she loved it. Though her body burned with red welts, she was enjoying it all.
The new attacker fell on her with a growl and shoved his meat into her. Her pussy was dripping with come and her own slick juices and his meat found its way easily, introducing itself to her tender hole with a harsh thrust.
The boy fucked her wildly, and slapped her breasts and belly as he did so. His hands smacked her flesh with zeal,, sending little waves of shock through her skin. His hands made cracking sounds as they flailed her tits.
"How's that, whore?" he shouted as he pumped her and slapped.
"God help me, I love it!" Mona shrieked. Her voice was a rasping, heavy sound that was free of niceties. It was raging lust turned loose. "I love it. Hit me! Hit me again!"
The boy back-handed her face with a sure blow that rocked her senses.
"More!" she begged as the weight of discipline fell upon her.
Again he slapped her face, exciting himself to a white heat. He watched her beg for punishment as he sent his cock into her tender pussy.
She closed her eyes and smiled as the pleasure of the beating and rape overwhelmed her. Now she had the full excuse she needed to let loose the frustrated animal that dwelt within. She was being beaten, and the pain of domination was what she had to have to let go of the reins and let her subconscious longings for these virile young studs take hold of her actions.
Mona's sudden display of eagerness for abuse excited the boy in her cunt. He rose to the call for more slaps with dedication born of true interest. He shoved and slapped as Mona writhed on the couch and gouged her fingernails into his muscular thighs.
The boy's breath suddenly became huge groans of release as his come started to erupt into Mona's sensitive cunt. She came with him as he accented each orgasmic spasm with another open-handed slap to her face or tits.
Then he was finished, the last of his animal passion spent in the glorious orgasm. He rolled off her and stood with his cock hanging above her face.
"Lick me clean!" came his stout command.
Mona rose up and began to lick the come from his hard cock. She tasted the pungent fluids of her own cunt as she licked and mouthed her way around his prick.
Ike looked around and saw that two more Disciples waited their turns.
"Okay, whore, we're going to see just what you can take! Danny, lay down and let her squat on your cock."
Danny got down and let his ready prick point into the air as Ike threw Mona onto the ground and ordered her to squat on the stiff shaft. She moved quickly, wanting to satisfy them now that she was free to let her lusts have their way.
Mona got down onto Danny's cock and she grabbed it and guided it into her hole. Then she just lowered herself onto it, letting her weight force the meaty rod into her. She went down on it all the way, taking all she could.
"Lean forward!" Ike commanded with a rough voice and a sharp slap with his belt. Mona went forward, pressing her tits against Danny's chest and licking his neck with her darting tongue.
"Butch, get down and stick your dick in her ass!"
Butch looked at Ike, then laughed aloud. He came in from behind and prodded her ass-hole with his cock. It was cramped, but soon his meat was making its way into her tight ass. When he had it in, he slapped Danny on the leg as a signal to start the double rape.
The three of them started off slowly, building a common rhythm that soon wound tighter and tighter.
The two cocks went into her, one in her cunt and the other into her ass-hole. She was on fire with the ultimate sexual conquest. Her pussy and ass-hole were both full of firm young cock and she began to cry with joy. In and out they went, reckless tools that sought pleasure and nothing else.
Mona could only hang on and cry with passion as they raped her. She wept with sheer joy, tears of gratitude pouring down her cheeks as the boys went into her.
Suddenly the rhythm somehow shifted, and instead of both going in and out at the same time, one boy was going into her cunt while the other left her ass. This seesawing inside her drove her wild and she began to make low moaning sounds as the sobs of lust shook her body. In and out they went, one after the other, until Mona was coming continuously.
Danny started to come into her cunt and she made a reflex action to help him. In doing, this she tightened her ass-hole which made the other boy start to give her his come. They came with abandon, shoving and pushing their meat into her again and again with hard, brutal snaps. The come flowed into her ass-hole and pussy like water from a burst dam.
She was full, dripping come oozed down her full thighs as the boys pulled their cocks out of her. Mona could no longer control herself. She sprawled on the floor and cried.
"Thank you, oh, thank you," she sobbed. "I wanted it to be this way. I needed pain. I needed your love!"
"We understand, baby," Ike said. "You rich sluts are coming by here all the time looking for action. It happens all the time."
"What do you mean?" Mona said as she looked Up at her masters.
"We get to play with a chick like you a couple of times a week. You horny whores are all out looking for a good beating and some sure-enough good fucking."
Somehow, it made Mona feel good to know she was not alone in her love for domination and rape.
"You come over any time you need a good beating or some fresh cock. That husband of yours will keep you in a nice home, and we'll keep you in all the rest!"
CHAPTER FIVE
The delights of sex with an older woman can happen suddenly, catching the unsuspecting boy completely off guard. It is not difficult to understand a boy's amazement over suddenly being confronted with a mature woman who is eager to give him the forbidden pleasures he has only dreamed of. Until the moment of confrontation, the boy's only sexual experiences have probably involved masturbation, and intense fantasies.
Now, given the opportunity to satisfy his curiosity and hunger, the boy is overwhelmed by its suddenness. The knowledgeable woman will help the boy through these moments of ambivalence, and coax him into a relaxed and rewarding bout of sexual exploration. For him there is the joy of satisfaction and new knowledge, for her, there is the sensual frolic, and the pleasure of helping a stout lad into his manhood. It is a good match, and a common one.
Suddenly a woman appears who is more than willing to satisfy the boy's needs. She does this with patience and energy, giving him what he needs, when he needs it most.
The following case history shows just how such a union came about. The woman was obviously ready for a young stud, and the boy's ultimate pleasure showed his equal readiness.
* * * *
It was a clear fall afternoon. The golden leaves glistened in the orange light of late afternoon. Jack stood at the road's edge hitchhiking for home.
It had been a typical day at school for Jack. At thirteen, one is more-likely to remember a flash of thighs or a protruding bustline than a history lesson. The short skirts worn by the girls had been a source of perpetual torment to the boy. Vibrant young legs and long, flowing hair surrounded him every day at school, but he knew that it was look-but-don't-touch. Jeeeesus Christ! All that succulent young cunt running around kept his young cock hard. Instead of listening to his lectures, his thoughts wandered. Fantasies of nude flesh danced across his mind and tormented him with their teasing nearness. He wanted to get home so he could go to the toilet and beat his meat.
Today, however, he wouldn't have to masturbate. Something far better was in store for him as he slowly walked backward down the road, his thumb jabbing the air as cars flew by. His thoughts wandered again as the boredom of waiting for a ride caught up with him. He thought about Patricia, a long-legged little sex-pot in his class. She was in full bloom, clear skinned and full breasted. She played with the boys, teasing them and taunting them, but always just for fun. Just as Jack was learning to bear the weight of his awakening sexuality, so Patricia was learning how to use her new equipment as a tool in manipulating the boys around her. It was a hellacious time of life, and poor Jack saw no relief in sight other than grabbing his hard cock in his hand and jerking off. His cock started to grow in his pants as he stood at the road's edge, thinking about Patricia.
A yellow convertible, top up, suddenly slowed as it passed him and pulled over to the side of the road. Jack awoke from his fantasy and started to trot toward the flashy car. The driver of the car was a woman, her long red hair flowed down over her shoulders and onto the seat as she looked back at Jack.
Christ! It's a woman. Now that's stupid. What's a woman doing picking up a hitchhiker? For all she knows I could be some sex crazy maniac just escaped from a nut house. That's not very smart of her. She could get raped picking up guys!
Jack was very naive.
He opened the door and slid onto the seat. The redhead looked at him and smiled a broad, friendly sort of smile that was somehow a cross between friendship and delight at having found suitable prey.
"How far you going?" Jack asked.
"As far as you want to go," she said as she put the powerful car into gear and pulled out onto the road.
"Well, I'm just going up about four miles."
"What's your name?" she asked.
"Jack."
"I'm Wendy, pleased to meet you."
"Uh huh," Jack mumbled as he sank back into the seat, trying to recapture his fantasy about Patricia.
"How old are you?"
"I just turned thirteen."
"That's a good age."
"What's so good about it."
"You're starting to become a man, and that's exciting."
"Oh," Jack muttered, wishing she'd be quiet so he could think about Patricia. But he'd have to be careful. It wouldn't do to get a big hard-on in front of this woman, or she might think he was a sex crazy maniac just escaped from a nut house. As a precaution, he took off his jacket and stretched it across his lap.
He slid back into the thick seat and stared out the window to watch the riotously colored leaves fly by. As he looked, Wendy took a full appraisal of her new companion's attributes. She liked the look of innocence on his face. She sensed his sexual frustration and she was immediately ready to become the vessel for his spilled come. She slowed down, not wanting the destination to arrive before she'd had a chance to arrange something better than just a ride for the boy.
"What are you thinking about?" she asked.
Jack was startled by the question. He'd been thinking about undressing Patricia, slowly peeling off layer after layer of clothing until she stood naked in front of him, wagging her hips from side to side and enticing him to have a go at her.
"Well, er, I was just thinking about school."
"What about school?"
"Oh, just some people there."
"like who, for instance?"
"A friend of mine."
"What's her name?"
"Patricia ... say, how'd you know it was a girl?"
"Boys your age usually spend a lot of time thinking about girls."
"Oh," he said, not sure how she had read his mind. Maybe she was one of those mind readers. Jeesus! If she'd read his mind she'd think he was a sex maniac or something. Oh, Christ! Now what?
"Do you know much about girls?" she asked.
"Not really," he answered. He'd decided that honesty was the best policy in the face of a bona fide mind reader.
Wendy chuckled to herself and looked at him.
"How would you like to know more about women? I mean have someone you could really talk to about them?"
"That'd be great."
"I have an idea. Why don't we go park somewhere and talk. I like you, and I want to do you a favor. You see, I'm on a long trip, and we'll never see each other again. This way, you can ask me all the questions you want, and I'll answer them the best way possible. There's no need for embarrassment, because after I leave, you'll never have to talk to me again. What do you say?"
"Er, okay, there's a lot of things I've been thinking about that maybe you could help me with."
"I'm sure there are," Wendy said as she started looking for a good side road. She spotted' one and turned up it and drove for half-a-mile. She pulled into a deserted orchard, well hidden from the world around them, and parked.
"This is a nice place," she said as she sat and leaned against the door and looked at Jack.
"It's just an old orchard. Nobody ever comes here anymore. Pop says it used to be a nice place."
"Now," Wendy said gently, "what is it you'd like to know about women?"
"Gosh, lots of things. For instance ... well ... uh. Let me think for a minute. There's so many questions."
"like what?" she asked as she undid her blouse.
"Well like ... oh hell! I don't even know enough to ask questions!"
"Then you want to know everything about girls?"
"That's right! I want to know everything about them!"
"That's what I thought," she said as she pulled her blouse off.
Jack went bug-eyed as he watched her casually sliding the blouse off of her smooth, white skin.
"Have you ever screwed a girl?" Wendy asked.
"No," he answered meekly.
"I thought you hadn't. But we're going to take care of that. I'm going to make you hot, and then you're going to fuck me, just like you've dreamed about doing. I'll take especially good care of you because you're young and tender."
Aieee! She was undoing her brassiere! Sweet Jesus, what's going to happen to me now, Jack thought. Maybe she's a police woman who's out patrolling the roads for sex crazy maniacs. If I touch her, they'll take me to prison and they'll cut my cock off, sure as shit! !
"Here, touch my tits," Wendy commanded.
Jack stared at the two full boobs that pointed outwards and up. They were huge, taught masses of pure, sexy flesh. Bigger by far than anything that prick teaser Patricia had tucked away under her clothes. Maybe even Patricia wore falsies. Wendy's tits, however, were definitely real, so real they seemed to call to him with voices of their own, "Touch me, caress me, hold me, squeeze me, now, now, now!".
"You sure it's okay?" Jack said timidly.
"It's more than just okay, it's what's right! I'm going to help you, here give me your hands and I'll slowly press them to my tits. You'll see. You'll love it, I promise."
Jack raised his hands, and watched Wendy guide them toward her boobs. His fingers felt the soft yielding tits give slightly as his hands closed around them.
"That feels good," Jack said as he began to massage her willing breasts. She jerked in a quick breath as he touched her, then she looked into his eyes. Her green eyes looked at him with abject longing. She was going to fuck him well, it was what she wanted.
As Jack played with her tits, Wendy slowly undid her skirt and rolled it down over her ass and onto the floor of the car. Her panties followed the skirt onto the floor. Then she lay back against the car door and let Jack caress her.
She closed her eyes and let the rhythm of moving hands lull her into a dreamy state of ecstasy.
Jack watched her belly rise and fall in quickening swells as her breath grew faster and shallower.
"Do.you like this?" Jack asked.
"It's wonderful. All girls like it. It makes them want to fuck."
"That's good," Jack said, again distracted by the handfuls of flesh that were now answering the thousand questions which had flooded his fantasies. How do tits feel? Are they good to hold. What's it like to squeeze a tit and watch it move to your pressure? And so on.
Wendy's breathing became soft moans of pleasure and she said, "Kiss my tits."
Jack immediately yielded to her command and leaned over to kiss the budding nipples on her breasts. He pecked at them with his lips, really wanting to nibble and suck them, but not knowing if it was all right to do so. Gaining courage, he parted his lips and let the little nubs of hard flesh slip in between his lips. He toyed with them, rolling them around with his lips and feeling their little knots of hardness. Slowly spreading his lips, he took more and more tit into his mouth, kissing them and then starting to play on them with his wet tongue.
"Ooooohhh! Suck my tits!" Wendy begged.
Jack went to it with pleasure, sucking in huge folds of meat that filled his mouth with rubbery delights.
"Suck, ooooohhh! Suck my tits! Don't stop, oh, don't stop! It feels so good when you suck my tits! ! "
Jack sucked her with total freedom. His cock was trying to batter its way out of his pants, threatening to tear the material from its force. His own breath was roaring through his young nostrils, hissing in and out as his excitement grew.
"Now kiss my tummy!" she called.
Jack let the wet tit flop from his mouth and he lowered himself, kissing his way down onto her belly. She writhed as the tickling sensation of his virgin lips moved lower and lower, sucking and mouthing their way onto her abdomen. He smothered her heaving flesh with passion, unleashing all of his youthful energy into this moment of rare delight.
Even as he mouthed her tummy, he moved his hands back into place onto her tits. He filled his hands with her full tits as he sucked and tongued his way across the generous white skin.
"Lower! Lower!" she called out to him. Nearly begging his mouth to make its way down onto her mound of pubic hair.
Jack's lips obeyed, surging downward until they skirted the forest of musky hair. His nostrils flared as a new, pungent odor wafted up from her slit. This new smell enticed him, made him want to explore its source with his mouth.
Cautiously, he made his way into the hairy muff of her cunt. She bucked with excitement as his mouth closed in on her pussy.
"Spread my cunt apart with your tongue and lick me!" she begged.
Jack did as she commanded, spreading the lips of her wet cunt with his pink tongue. His senses were immediately assaulted with the salty flavor of her slippery cream. Its strong odor filled his head with essence of woman, a magical bouquet that triggered his hormones into flowing madness. His face flushed with crimson as he lapped at her cunt, dipping in and out of the deep pocket. He strained to fill her with his tongue, rolling it around the gates of her pussy and reveling in the fresh experience of eating cunt.
"You're so good at eating pussy!" Wendy moaned as Jack's tongue reamed her out.
Jack's only response to her congratulations was a heavy swipe with his tongue against her widening hole. She spread wide now, giving him all the room he needed to get right down into her. Her fleshy thighs caressed his cheeks as he ate her out.
Jack started to increase his tonguing pace, quickening instinctively as he felt her starting to snap her hips in unison to his mouthing. This told him that she was somehow responding to him, and was being mastered by his efforts. He dove in afresh, lashing her cunt with his tongue.
"Oh my God! Eat me! Eat my cunt! Oh, Baby!! " she howled as Jack's youthful tongue whipped in and out of her.
"Work higher on my cunt. Eat my clit!" she begged.
Jack searched her out with his tongue, finding the tiny knot of her clit. He pressed it between his lips and felt her meaty thighs close around his head, nearly crushing him with the strength of their uncontrollable response to his nibbling of her clit.
Success after success was piling on top of Jack's buzzing energies. He was flushed with the excitement of conquest and rapid mastery. All the while, his cock bulged ominously in his pants, trying in its mute way to cry for attention and its own explorations of Wendy's ready cunt. The come was already dripping out of Jack's cock as it lay in the moist warmth of his pants. A glistening drop oozed out of his cock's tiny mouth and smeared across the rubbery head. Millions of tiny sperm were swarming over one another, poising for the attack. His balls buzzed with their activity as his tongue worked her over.
Wendy was reduced to a mass of moaning flesh, the weak victim of Jack's intense licking.
Her breath hissed through the air and her closed eyes and wet, open mouth were suffering with the weight of sexual ecstasy.
Then Wendy started to come. The suddenness of her upheaval surprised Jack, but he continued with even greater zeal, sensing somehow that they'd reached a special part of their sexual frolic.
"I'm coming!" she cried, half sobbing with delight. "You're making me come!! Don't stop, lick me, lick me hard!"
Jack went at her with a vengeance, having at the spread lips of her cunt and blooming little clit. His face was wet with her pussy juices. Crimson cheeks glistened with the slick liquid and his lips were thick with the vital cream. His face gleamed as she cried out her pleasure and worked her ass like a wound-up little machine to match his licking.
"Bite me!" she begged.
Jack's teeth clamped down on a mouthful of her cunt and held tight.
"Aaaahhh! Aieee! she screamed as stars flashed in her head and she peaked her orgasm into a wild explosion of frenzied jerks and spasms.
"Oh my God you're good. You made me come so much! Now you have to fuck me. Come on, put your cock into me. Please hurry. Oh, please hurry up and put your cock into me!"
Jack rose to the call with immediate dedication. He dropped his pants as Wendy scooted down onto the seat of the car.
His cock snapped out of its pants like an angry dragon emerging from its prison cave. It seemed to look around, searching out its victim. Blue veins surged with rich blood and the gently curving shaft arched out into the fresh air, its head already covered with come.
Jack jumped on top of her and froze with anticipation as he felt Wendy's hand make its way down to his crotch. She clamped her full hand around his hard cock and milked it a few times, muttering softly to herself as she massaged his meat. Then she moved it into place, placing its head on the wet, open entrance to her anxious pussy. She stroked it up and down a few times, working his sensitive cock on her cunt. He felt the slippery meat sliding along his cock and it sent shudders of pleasure through him. Then she just moved her hips and clamped down on his cock with her cunt. She had the head of his cock just barely into her cunt when Jack could no longer control himself. He shoved in hard, pressing his meat onto the gates of her cunt. The doors opened and he slid inside, his cock slithering along the slippery walls of her cunt.
"You're gonna have to tell me what to do,"
Jack whispered.
This innocent plea for help seemed to tease Wendy into incredible passion. She hugged him and licked his ear as she moved to wrap her fleshy legs around his tight, young, ass.
"It's easy, you'll see. Just shove in and out of me. I'll help you by moving my ass. Ooohhh! That's it! Take it easy at first, then do it harder and faster as you go along. I'll know when you're ready to come, and I'll let myself go so we'll come together. Ahh, that's nice. Just in and out. Now a little faster. Harder, don't worry about hurting me. Okay ... ahhh ... good ... good..."
Jack's instincts told him when he was doing well. It felt so good to fuck. It was fantastic! No wonder everybody talked about it so much.
He felt Wendy's cunt closed around his stiff cock, sliding along his shaft of hard meat. Her legs and ass worked to help him, but the effort was no longer necessary. He was captain of the ship now and on top of her ready body.
They started to fuck furiously, so hard that the car rocked on its springs and squeaked softly with the impact of each arriving thrust.
Jack's spinning come made its gushing entrance with pulses of glorious pleasure. Wendy had felt him tighten his thrusts and breathe heavily. She knew he was about to unload himself into her and she let go, gyrating her ass wildly to help him have the most pleasure, and immediately unleashing her own thrilling climax.
The fucking really went wild as they came together. Jack's spurting come filled her puckered cunt, streaming out in white streaks to swirl around inside. He stirred her cunt with his stiff prick and she was wild with pleasure. Jack's body was jolted by blow after blow of muscle-tightening snaps.
"Oh, we're coming together. We're coming!" she cried with joy. Her entire body was tickled and electrified by the force of their orgasm. It was so good!
The thirteen-year-old youth swarmed over her as their mutual orgasm flooded him with new sensations. He was a writhing bundle of muscular energy, straining to pump his come into her gushing cunt. His eyes were closed with intense concentration as they came.
Again and again he went into her, pouring out his sperm into her gaping cavern. The added lubrication made his cock squish as it slammed into her. She was dripping with come now, white cream that smeared around her cunt. Little streams of oozing liquid trickled down into the crack of her ass as Jack's youthful balls worked overtime to send as much cream as possible into her.
"Come in my cunt. Oh, keep coming!" Wendy begged.
The last of his thrilling climax snapped through his body, sending final dribbles of semen into her full pussy. It fairly sloshed with Jack's young come as he slowed his movements to soft strokes that brought them both gently back to reality.
"Golly, that was good!" Jack said as he finally pulled his tool out of the dripping pouch of meat.
"And it gets better as time goes on," Wendy said.
"Oh boy!"
"Now," she said as she pulled herself up in the seat," do you have any more questions about women?"
"Gee, if I do, I sure can't think of any."
"You did a wonderful job on me. You're going to be one hell of a young man. You'll get to fuck lots of girls."
"Oh, I don't know if I want to fuck girls anymore."
"My Godf Why not?"
"I like fucking women!"
Wendy laughed aloud at Jack's enthusiasm. "Don't be too sure of that. Girls are nice, too."
"Maybe, but if I ever have a choice between a girl or an older woman, I'll pick the woman!"
CHAPTER SIX
Women who delight in sexual pleasures with boys often have a way of seeking each other out. Little hints dropped in conversations, a casual look, or perhaps just intuition will tell one woman that another is hot for boys.
Once acquaintances with women of similar interests are made, it is quite common for the women to spend time together chatting about their young studs just as other women sit around and talk about new dress styles. These .groups of women swap tales, help each other in the seduction of young studs, and even arrange for swapping boys.
The cozy atmosphere of these groups stems from the pleasure of their pursuits, as well as the mutual desire to hear about the conquests of others. Not the least important function of these groups is giving the women a place to brag about their seductions. Sometimes, however, the women become quite competitive with one another. They try to outdo each other in the number of their seductions, or perhaps in the attractiveness of the lads they seduce.
The following case history reveals the extent of their pleasant energy to seduce boys.
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Martha puttered around her living room, dusting off tables and straightening up. She was a sophisticated woman who had just turned forty. Well educated, and the wife of a prominent doctor, her life was one filled with pleasures and luxury. Her taste for boys had been with her for many years, and she was well at ease in her lusty hobby.
She heard a car pull up to her home and she looked out the window to see Mary getting out of her Cadillac. Mary was of Martha's age, and also the wife of a leading doctor. The two had been casual friends for several years, but it was when Martha discovered Mary's desire for boys that the two of them had become very close.
Mary walked in and said, "Oh, Christ what a day it's been. Shopping, shopping shopping!"
"Well," Martha said, "why do it?"
"Hell, you know the answer to that. If I ever stopped spending George's money his whole reason for living would go down the drain. As long as I spend it, he thinks it's important to make it. So I shop, shop, shop!"
"Sit down and take your shoes off, I'll get you a drink."
"You're a saint," Mary exclaimed as she collapsed into a chair and kicked off her shoes.
Martha came back with two drinks in hand and gave one to Mary who sipped it and closed her eyes. The hot sensation in her throat told her that everything was going to be all right.
"I haven't seen you since last week. How have you been doing?"
"Shop, shop..."
"To hell with shopping. Have you had any luck?"
Mary immediately knew what Martha meant. She smiled slowly and toyed with her drink.
"So, so," Mary answered.
"Come on, honey, don't give me the 'so, so' crap."
"Well, really better than so, so."
"That's better. Okay, give me the details. But don't linger on it, I don't want to get all hot about hearing your story."
"Well then, I really can't tell you about it. It'll make you horny as shit!"
"Go ahead, I'll suffer!"
Mary gulped down the rest of her drink and waved the empty glass at Martha who immediately rose to refill it.
"Lush!" Martha said as she made for the bar.
"That may be true, but I need something to steady my nerves before I tell you about what happened to me."
"A double on the rocks, coming up!" Martha yelled.
She refilled her own glass and came back, seating herself comfortably, settling in for a super tale.
"Go ahead," she coaxed.
"What's the most you've ever been fucked?" Mary asked, opening her story. "By how many people."
"One!"
"Four times in two hours I guess was the best."
"Well, you won't be ready for what I'm going to tell you?"
"Please," Martha begged, "don't lie to me!"
"Honey, even I couldn't make up one like this."
"So tell me."
"It was a dark and rainy night ... "
"Come on, goddammit, tell me."
"His cock was huge!"
"That's better," Martha said as she leaned back again. "Skip the bullshit and just give me the dirty part."
"You don't even want to know how I met him?"
"I couldn't care less. Tell me about his cock."
"It was a good eight inches long, but fat like you wouldn't believe."
"More! More!"
"When I saw it I didn't know where the hell I was going to put it. I put my hand around it and couldn't believe how big it was."
"Wait a minute, how old was this one?"
"Not a day over fifteen!"
"And a cock that big?"
"I swear!"
"Did you get his phone number."
"Of course."
"Don't forget to write it down for me. Now go ahead."
"I had his cock in my hand. Big, God so big! For a second I was frightened."
"Bullshit!"
"Well, maybe not frightened, but at least
"That's better."
"What am I going to do with it, I asked myself. Where can I put it."
"In your twat, stupid."
"Funny, that's the same conclusion I reached."
"More details, please."
"I got down on the bed and begged him to go easy on me."
"I can see it all now. The rape of a virgin pussy."
"Exactly. I went all weak-kneed and flimsy when he got on top of me."
"Had he fucked before?"
"He should let a cock like that go to waste waiting for me to come along?"
"Thought I'd ask."
"When he shot that cock into me I thought I was getting it for the first time. My God how he went into me. I thought he was going to take me apart with that cock."
"Didn't you suck him off first?"
"I thought you weren't interested in the preliminaries."
"Cocksucking doesn't get passed over."
"Okay, let me back up. I went down on him as soon as I got over the shock of seeing his prick. I've never had such a cock in my mouth. My jaws were aching from spreading so wide. I could feel my lips stretching. There was hardly even enough room to move my tongue around, his cock was so big."
"Did he eat your pussy?"
"Please, you're embarrassing me."
"Did he?"
"You bet your sweet double he did! You know, it always seems that the boys with the biggest cocks have the biggest tongues."
"I'll be sure the National Geographic hears about that. Maybe they'll do an article."
"He ate my cunt all right. Really tongued me out. I sucked his knob and he ate me. I was coming before I knew what had hit me."
"Then what?"
"Then he fucked me!"
"So tell."
"When he shot that cock into me I thought I was getting it for the first time."
"You've already said that."
"It's worth repeating, believe me. It went in and I came apart. I could almost hear his meat squeaking as it went in I was so tight."
"You tight?"
"For that cock anyone would be tight."
"What was he like?"
"A real groaner. You know, uh! uh! uh! I loved it!"
Martha was leaning forward, in her seat, sopping up every word of Mary's description. Her own pussy was getting wet with excitement over the tale. The huge cock sounded just like what she needed.
"Wait, please stop," Martha begged.
"I haven't even told you how many times he fucked me."
"How many?"
"Six times in an hour and a half."
"Oh God! You have all the luck."
"That's because I'm such a clean liver."
"Come on, let's go."
"Go? Go where?" Mary asked.
"We're going to find your super-stud so I can get some of that big cock."
"Wait a minute, I don't even know how we'll find him."
"How'd you find him last time?"
"He was working as a checker at the grocery store."
"What time does he get off."
"Four."
"There's just enough time to make it," Martha shouted as she leapt for her purse. "Come on!"
"Maybe today's his day off."
"Come on, sweetie, you're going to share this one with me."
"Okay, but then you'll owe me one."
"It's a deal!" Martha said as she plunged through the doorway.
The two of them sat back in the plush seat of Mary's Cadillac. Mary was breaking every traffic law in the book as they rushed toward the supermarket.
They pulled up and parked. Martha and Mary got out and made their way into the bustling store.
"Jesus, shop, shop, shop," Mary moaned. "Where is he?"
Mary looked around and spotted Tod as he stuffed groceries into a sack at one of the counters.
"That one, over there with the cucumber in his hand."
Martha looked him over and smiled. He was a heavy boy, thick with muscles and a bull neck. Wavy black hair danced on his head as he shoved items into the sack.
"Go buy something and stand at his cash register," Martha told Mary.
"You're telling me how to do it?"
"Go ahead."
Mary picked up a nearby can of hot sauce and went to Tod's line. Martha watched the transaction and was pleased to see the exchange of friendly talk between Tod and Mary. She saw Tod look up at Mary, smile, then nod his head in agreement. He looked at his watch and said something to Mary. She came toward Martha carrying her small sack and grinning brightly.
"I told him I had a friend I wanted him to meet. The unfaithful little bastard said he'd love to meet you and that we should park out front and wait for him."
Martha tugged Mary to the car and the two of them waited with the motor running.
"I can feel him inside me already!" Martha exclaimed.
"Easy does it."
"I'm going to finger fuck myself!"
"Enjoy, enjoy!" Mary responded as Martha ran her hand up between her legs and played with her own clit. Martha finger fucked herself while Mary kept an eye on the door to the supermarket.
Tod came out and looked around. She honked the horn and waved as Martha reluctantly stopped her masturbating.
Tod came up to the car and got into the front seat, sitting next to Martha.
"Tod, this is Martha," Mary said as she put the car into gear.
"My pleasure," Tod said as he looked Martha over. The boy knew what the girls were after, and following a day at work he was ready to take care of them.
"Mary has said so many wonderful things about you I just had to come over to meet you."
"Gee!"
"I know we'll be good friends," Martha said.
"What she means," Mary interrupted, "is that she hopes you'll fuck her."
"I'll fuck you if you want me to," Tod reassured.
"Step on it, Mary," Martha commanded. Then she turned to Tod and put her hand on his leg.
"Do you want to fuck right now?" Tod asked honestly.
"You bet I do, but let's wait till we get to my place. Beds are nicer."
"Then why don't I finger fuck you till we get there?"
"Mary, this boy is an absolute prodigy. Come on honey, play with my pussy. You can slow down, Mary."
Tod boldly shoved his hand to her cunt and dipped his finger around her wet panties and into the muff of hair. He slid his finger around a bit to moisten it with her cunt juices before he stuffed it into her.
"Mramram!" Martha moaned.
"Relax," Tod said, "I'll have you coming before we go three blocks."
And he was right! He worked on her cunt with expert strokes, seeking out every sensitive part and playing with it. She started to come and did not stop until Mary wheeled the massive car into the driveway.
The three of them stormed into the house and started undressing as soon as the door was closed behind them.
Tod was already hard. Martha kept her eyes on his crotch as he started to undress. She was dying for a good look at the mammoth plug of meat Mary had described. When it made its appearance, Martha was still not fully prepared for the sight of his impressive bulk. It was more cock than she'd ever seen in her life. like Mary, she wondered for a moment whether she'd be able to take it all.
"My God, Mary, you were right!"
"Did she tell you about my cock?" Tod asked as he stood naked in front of Martha.
"She sure did, but I didn't believe it."
"Nobody believes it at first, but it usually works out all right. Don't worry, it'll fit."
"Look at this!" Mary cried. "A boy telling you not to worry!"
"It's nice of him," Martha said as she dropped to her knees on the living room carpet and grabbed Tod's cock.
She looked him over carefully. Up close it was even bigger. Veins skittered along the thick shaft. The curving stalk was topped by a massive head that seemed in itself a good hunk of flesh. It was round and fat, the smooth head of a cock the-likes of which she'd never seen. She'd seen eight inches before, but never so fat and bulky. It would spread her open to the breaking point.
She wrapped her hand around the huge rod and felt its impressive weight and mass. Working up and down, she watched it respond to her touch. Her lips trembled with expectation as she took it solidly in her hand and pointed its head at her parting lips. She slowly closed her eyes and opened her mouth. Leaning forward, she felt the huge piece of meat touch her lips and spread them apart. Her mouth opened further and further, and still she was not taking it into her. She stretched wide and felt it go into her hot mouth. It pressed her tongue down and filled her completely, shoving to the back of her throat.
She sucked hungrily, as though this incredible cock was a gargantuan straw through which she was slaking a burning thirst. Her lips drew in as Tod's meat went in and out.
"Come on!" Mary cried. "Let's go to the bedroom."
Martha reluctantly gave up her sucking and the three of them rushed into the bedroom and tumbled onto the king-sized bed. The covers were torn back and Martha resumed the blow job she'd been giving Tod.
As she did so, Mary started to kiss him and tongue her way around his neck. The boy lay back in bed as the two bold women mouthed him and licked him.
He'd never been had by two women before and he was enjoying it immensely. He closed his eyes and concentrated on the feeling of their wet mouths. Perfume wafted up and filled his nostrils. Soft sounds of sucking and tonguing filled the luxurious room.
"I'm going to come in your mouth," Tod said as he felt his first climax rumbling inside.
"Give her a load she won't forget!" Mary said.
Martha kept his cock in her mouth and nodded slightly to show that she approved wholeheartedly to getting his first wad in her mouth.
Tod started to move his cock, forcing it in and out of her wet lips with greater and greater force. The come was suddenly cascading through his cock and splashing into Martha's mouth. She crammed his meat into her and swallowed heavily as an abundant flood streamed into her mouth. Mary, to help things along, got down and started licking his balls as he came in Martha's mouth. He was moved to complete release by the two demanding women.
When he had unloaded his first round of come into Martha, he asked, "Who wants the first fuck?"
"Go ahead," Mary said.
Martha didn't wait for a second invitation. She got on top of Tod and guided his huge plug of meat into her ready cunt. She tested herself a few times, lowering herself onto the spear of pleasure, then readjusting the lips of her cunt so that the full head of his cock was poking into her.
"Here we go!" she chirped.
She lowered herself slowly, a look of pained pleasure on her face. The fat stalk slid into her slowly, easing itself into place as she lowered herself. She felt the muscles of her cunt pulling and relaxing as his knob stretched her wide. Then she breathed a sudden breath and held it. She dropped down suddenly, letting her weight cram the full bulk of his incredible cock into her. Her pussy was on fire but she loved it. It was taking her apart and she reveled in it.
"Make it easy on yourself," Tod said as she started to pump up and down, forcing the huge cock in and out of her tight pussy.
"Don't worry about me," Martha said, luxuriating in the mass that crammed its way in and out of her pussy.
Her wet cunt felt every fraction of an inch of his cock as it slid in and out. She was stretched so wide that her clit was actually rubbing full force along the glistening shaft of meat.
"You ready?" Tod asked.
"I'm always ready. Let it go, baby!"
Tod started to thrust himself in and out of her as she squatted on his cock. His sudden explosion of motion paralyzed her with ecstasy. He ran his hands along her thighs as he wailed away at her aching pussy.
Harder and harder he went, jamming the full length of his cock into her. He felt his meat hitting home, landing again and again at the back wall of her pussy. He was as much as she could possibly take, and he gave her all he had.
Martha squatted upright on his cock as he banged away at her. She was dizzy with excitement and physical indulgence and started to sway from side to side. Her head thrown back and eyes closed, she became a defenseless puppet with Tod's cock controlling her body. Animal sounds of raw energy rumbled from her throat as she started to come over and over again.
"Unngghh! Ahhhh! Ooohhh!! "
Mary, who had played the spectator till now, suddenly became overwhelmed with the excitement of watching Tod fuck her friend Martha. She stuffed her hand into her own pussy and played with herself for a bit before she rose up and, without warning, squatted on Tod's young mouth. Her pussy splashed against his face.
"Eat me, Tod baby, please eat my cunt!"
Tod could scarcely resist tonguing out the pussy that pressed against his mouth. He tongued her with the same rhythm he used for fucking Martha. Suddenly Mary was coming, echoing Martha's guttural noises with her own matching dream-like abandon.
Tod was taking care of both of them at once. His cock in Martha's hole, and his rapid tongue dancing around Mary's dripping, pungent cunt.
Martha had started to cry with pleasure as the relentless tug of Tod's cock roared in and out of her, slithering along her clit. She spread wide to take his thunderbolt and moaned each time it slammed into her. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she grinned fiercely and let her breath convulse in and out of her in ragged, jerky gusts. Her belly rolled like the waves of an ocean and her full tits jerked up and down with each chest-filling blast of air. She shook her head in wild amazement as climax after climax rumbled through her, exploding stars and comets across her closed eyes.
Mary, too, was torn by the magnificent pleasure of her own huge climax. The screams of her assaulted friend and the tongue in her pussy excited her wildly and her mind was lost in the roar of her orgasms. It seemed that she had been coming forever, a single being engulfed since the beginning of time by a universe of endless climax.
Tod signaled his second climax with sudden rollicking spasms of warning. His body told the girls to hang on for dear life. He was about to let loose a thunderous torrent of masculine release. The women instinctively braced themselves, physically and mentally, for the imminent cataclysm.
It came quickly, the pinnacle of their unique trio of exploration. At once the two women were overcome as Tod tore at Martha's pussy and lashed Mary's clit with his tongue.
They weaved through the air as Tod lay under them. Their swaying brought them somehow together, and the two older women quickly held on to each other for support as the stud underneath them tore away with the full explosion of his torrential climax.
Martha felt shot after shot of cream gush into her stretched pussy. The additional lubrication was a magnificent spur that prodded her into the most complete orgasm she'd ever experienced. Still, crying from pleasure, she started to wail aloud, filling the room with her shrill announcement of absolute heaven.
Tod's sudden thrusts slowed as the last of his juice ebbed out of his giant, prick. The tonguing in Mary's cunt slowed as he relaxed. At last it was done. The two women just fell off of him, Martha still crying softly and Mary curled up in a sighing bundle of satisfied flesh.
"You okay?" Tod said as he touched Martha.
"God, yes! I'm fine. Oh, you're so good. You're the best I've ever had!"
Mary moved slightly and said, "How are you doing, Tod?"
"I'm ready to fuck you anytime you're ready!" he said.
"Christ! don't you even want a rest?"
"Naw, I don't need a rest. Just lay back and spread your legs. I'm going to see if I can make you come as well as I did Martha."
Mary rolled over and opened herself up, exposing her maw to the weight of Tod's incredible cock. He got on top and she grabbed him and guided him into place as best she could. With a cock that big, all she could do was give it a general direction, and let the weight of his thrust send it deep into her.
"Put it in me!" she begged as she poised the huge head of his prick at the gates of her pussy.
Tod leaned into the task with pleasure, feeling the lips of her wet cunt slowly part from his unyielding. push. He felt the gates open and then the rush of clinging, slippery darkness deep inside her. He pushed ahead, letting his cock go into her all the way before easing it out again.
"Ooohhh!" she moaned as his cock went into her. Now it was her turn to feel the stretching at her cunt. Martha had regained control of herself and she got down and started to lick Tod's legs, while he fucked Mary. She worked her mouth over his thighs as his thrust pounded tighter and tighter into Mary's cunt.
Tom attacked her as though he was bent on destroying every bit of flesh inside her. He humped with grinding fury, a stud the-likes of which these two women had only dared dream about. Now he was with them, regaling them with his superhuman cock and tireless sex drive. In and out he banged, shoving himself into Mary as Martha's mouth went over his legs, sucking and tonguing along the inside of his thighs.
Martha sneaked a look at the huge cock as it went into Mary's stretching cunt. The sight of Tom's beastly meat oozing in and out of Mary's cock was impressive beyond belief. It looked like a giant pole making its way in and out of the wet, hairy mass of Mary's cunt.
"Oooohh!! You hurt so nice!" poor Mary cried as the exquisite pain of his attack echoed through her body.
She felt as though her insides were being torn apart. The thrusts went in so far that she was sure it was going all the way through her and piercing her entire length. She could barely move to help him in his shoving attack. The huge prick laid her low with its sheer size. All she could do was hang on and love every ounce of his weighty rod.
The two women had him time and again that afternoon. Over and over again the flood of his youthful come filled their anxious cunts. The women were afire with passion as the young stud, Tod, went into them repeatedly, never asking for rest or pause. It was a heaven they had never dared expect. The two of them had finally found the boy-stud they'd dreamed of.
And just as he took care of them, the wealthy women took care of him. Both Mary and Martha provided him with everything a lad his age could want in the way of physical possessions. They made sure he left the time-consuming job at the supermarket. That way, his weekends and late afternoons were free to take care of the women as they loved to be taken care of.
CHAPTER SEVEN
There are, in addition to the types of case histories previously described, numerous instances of sexual relations between older women and younger boys which are initiated by the boys.
The lads, for one reason or another, seek out an older woman and make their own brazen advances. Many times the women are taken aback by the unlikely occurrence, but it is often the case that the women succumb to the advances. Driven out of curiosity, amusement, or, perhaps, some newly awakened sexual longing, they cooperate with the boys and yield their bodies willingly to lads who are in need of release.
Often, women who will submit to a lad's advances would never actively seek out boys for sexual partners. They cannot, however, seem to turn away the lone boy who has, in his own way, made his desires known to them.
The seemingly innocent advances soon accelerate to the point where the women know the boys are seriously interested in them. Faced with satisfying a lad's needs can mean a sudden new experience for the women that is enticing and filled with the joys of forbidden fruit.
The women who find themselves in such a position may never have relations with another boy, and limit their experience with youths to the lone lad who has propositioned them.
The following case history may be typical of such situations.
* * * *
Corky Steward lay on his stomach watching TV with his family. The day at school had been a typical one for a thirteen-year-old boy. More and more, he and his friends talked about fucking. Doing it! Screwing! That, and cars, seemed to be all they talked about. Some of his friends had even. finger fucked girls, and one guy, Sammy Brooks, said he'd fucked a girl once, but no one believed him because he didn't know how to describe it.
Corky and his family lived in a middle class suburban town. As they sat and watched the TV set, a car's lights flashed across the drapes.
"She's coming home," Corky's father said.
"So what?" said his mother.
"It's Friday night. Why isn't she out on a date?"
Corky's Dad was referring to Holly Farris, the divorcee who lived next to the Stewards. She was a beautiful woman in her mid-thirties. Her divorce one year prior had left her as free as the wind, and she made no bones about the life of a swinging divorcee she'd taken up.
Many times Corky had watched her walk about her yard in her tight shorts and bulging blouse. He'd even been close enough to smell her once. It was a fine smell, like spring, but with something else in it that made it heavier, more like nighttime.
"Wonder how she'll get along without a lay tonight?" Corky's dad mused.
"Shh!" his mother chided.
"Well hell, everyone in town knows she's the easiest lay around!"
"What business is it of yours?"
Corky pretended not to hear. He'd heard his father get angry at Holly Farris before. It seemed to make his father angry that she went to bed with lots of men. Maybe it was because he wasn't one of them. Corky looked straight ahead at the TV set, but did not see what was happening on its tube. Thoughts of Holly's smell kept coursing through his mind. Over and over again he smelled it. In his imagination he found the source of that rare bouquet. The smell was floating up from her bare breasts, a signal to the world that hers were the finest tits in the world. Or maybe just the part of the smell that was like spring came from her breasts. Maybe the part that smelled like night was wafting up from her hairy pussy, a fine odor that mixed with the spring-like smell of her tits to blend into a unique aroma that called out to men so they would line up at her door, cocks at the ready.
Corky's cock started to stir in his pants. Though he stared at the TV set, his mind's eye was seeing something else. A vague thought started to stir in his mind. If Holly Farris liked to screw so much, and she was obviously home tonight being forced to do without, maybe she'd be grateful if Corky went over and offered his youthful services. He thought about it and he pictured himself about to go off a three-meter diving board into a pool of tits, each fuller than the next, all shiny and taut, nipples pointing up at him as he swan-dived into them, mouth wide open and hands clutching for the mass of tits that came up at him with blinding speed.
His cock was full now, tearing at his pants and more than ready to take part in whatever he could arrange. Corky just lay there, staring at the TV set while thoughts of debauchery and fulfillment raced across his inner eye.
The night dragged on while Corky toyed with his imagination and his hard cock moaned for freedom from the binding material of his pants.
His mother wandered off to bed, followed shortly by his father. Corky was left to himself while the TV set played its commercials and old movie for him.
The thought of Holly Farris kept coming back into his mind. Without a conscious effort, he found himself up and walking toward the back door. He was going to see Holly Farris, that was all, just go next door and talk to her. He went like a sleepwalker, padding his way across the yard to Holly's back door. There were still lights on inside as Corky peered through the windows to try to catch a glimpse of his imaginations siren. He thought he smelled her again and his heart began to pound in his chest as he rapped lightly on the back door.
The sound of his rap shocked him with its loudness, though anyone would have thought it a light, gentle rap. He stood rooted in place as the squeaking, hissing sound of approaching steps neared the back door. The door opened and Holly stood in front of him wearing a bathrobe, a paperback book in her hand.
"Hello, Corky, what can I do for you?" Holly said.
"Well, there's something I'd like to ask of you."
"Come in," she said. She led Corky into the living room and sat down, gesturing with her hand for Corky to do the same. Corky took a seat and looked at her, sniffing the air for some sign of the smell that had so enticed him. He did not find it, though he might if he got closer.
"What can I do for you?" Holly asked.
Corky stared at her and formed his question. It was a simple, straightforward query that shocked Holly. "Is it true you screw a lot?"
Holly's chin dropped and the book fell from her hand. Corky did not flinch as he looked at her. He was now intent on seeing this situation through to a satisfactory conclusion.
"What kind of question is that to ask?" Holly said when she regained her composure.
"My father says you screw all the time. With lots of different men."
"Oh he does, does he?"
"Yes."
"What else does he say?"
"It seems to make him real mad. Whenever he talks about you he gets angry. I think it's because he wants to screw you but my Mom won't let him."
Holly laughed aloud and said, "You're probably right."
"Well."
"Well what?"
"Is it true that you screw a lot?"
"Look, Corky, I don't think it's your business, or your father's."
"I guess not. But I just thought that if it was true you might not mind doing me a favor."
"What kind of favor?"
"I thought maybe you wouldn't mind screwing with me!"
Holly's amazement knew no bounds. She was shocked as she'd never been shocked in her life. This young lad was actually propositioning her. She wanted to laugh as well as get angry. Her emotions ran the full gamut from instant humor to deep indignation. They quickly settled into pure curiosity. The boy in front of her was a handsome lad who'd always treated her kindly. Now he was coming to her with what obviously was a serious request.
Before she could say a word, Corky said, "I've never screwed with a girl before, and sometimes I just get so excited thinking about it that I don't know what to do. Everyone at school is talking about it, but I've never done it. It just seemed that if you like to do it so much that it would be okay to do it with me. You'd be doing me a big favor!"
Holly just stared at him, a tiny flame of mischievous compassion glowing within. Corky seemed like such a nice boy. She crossed her legs and thought for a moment, still not sure of what to do.
"What would your parents think if they found out we had made love?"
"Please don't tell them!" Corky cried, "My dad would kill me!"
"But what if you made a slip and told some friends about it and word got back to your parents?"
"I wouldn't tell anyone who it was! I promise!"
Holly suddenly found herself in the position of being convinced by the boy that a joust with him might not be such a bad idea. It was novel, exciting, and obviously would be a great service to the boy. She looked him over and could not miss the bulge in his pants. He was already hard and ready to go. She toyed with the idea and liked the thoughts that came to mind. He seemed so earnest, so vulnerable that she could not bring herself to hurt him with rejection.
"What do you know about screwing?" she asked.
"Nothing at all. But I do know I want to feel a woman's tits, and I like the way they look."
"That's not a bad start."
"It's what everyone talks about at school."
Holly felt somehow superior to Corky, but a superiority filled with obligations. She was falling into line with the proposition he'd presented, and she knew that from out of the blue, fortune had thrust a unique situation upon her. It was a responsibility she knew she was more than ready to accept and fulfill. Her breasts became sensitive as she looked at Corky. The wet feeling in her crotch grew until she knew that she was being turned on by the notion of having Corky tonight.
"Are you sure it's what you want to do?" Holly asked, praying that he would not suddenly change his mind and leave her there, hanging up in the air.
"I'm sure. I've thought about you a lot. When I think about you, I get real excited."
Holly was surprised that she'd somehow become an object for Corky's sexual fantasies. It pleased her to know that she'd had a secret, and unexpected, admirer.
"What do you think about when you think of me?"
Corky paused for a moment, then said, "I think about touching you, about the way you smell and the way you look."
"What else?"
"I think about seeing you naked, about laying down with you and holding you close so I can feel you and smell you."
"HHmmmm ... "
Holly was impressed with Corky's honesty. Now she'd decided that it was going to happen. She'd do what Corky asked.
"Let's go into the bedroom and lie down. We can talk about this some more." Holly said.
Corky stood and then followed Holly as she led the way down a darkened corridor into the bedroom. She sat on the bed and patted the spot next to her and said, "Sit down, Corky."
He obliged eagerly, now sensing that it was really going to happen. Holly would screw with him tonight. It would be a night to remember, one that would answer the questions running through his mind, as well as ease the straining pressure in his crotch.
"Are we going to screw now?" Corky asked.
Holly looked at him and said softly, "Yes."
Corky just smiled at her. He seemed as though he wanted to move, to do something, but he did not. He just didn't know what to do.
Holly sensed this and she gently led the way for Corky's introduction to manhood.
"There's a difference between just screwing and making love," she said. "Just screwing isn't as much fun as making love. It's part of it, but when two people want to really enjoy each other, there's lots more to it than just getting on top of the girl and doing it to her."
Corky seemed to agree. He knew there was lots more to sex than just screwing, and the look in his boy's eyes told Holly he was ready to explore all there was.
"Let's take off our clothes," Holly said as she undid her bathrobe and let it slide off her shoulders. Corky watched in amazement as her full breasts protruded into the dim light. She'd been naked under the robe, and now she was sitting nude right next to him. The robe no sooner fell from her soft shoulders than the faint smell of her body reached out and tantalized him into rapid movements of disrobing. His cock was hard as it could be and he shamelessly displayed it to Holly as he got naked.
The two of them were quickly sitting naked on the edge of the bed.
"Let's lie down," Holly coaxed.
Corky slid in next to her and cuddled up, an innocent boy about to make his headlong plunge into life with the understanding help of the beautiful woman next to him..
Holly pulled Corky's hand to her tit and said, "Play with my tits. That's always a good way to start making love."
Corky leapt to the task with delight. In the faint light that filtered in through the doorway he could see her tits moving under the pressure of his massive fingers. Her tits felt just the way he'd thought they would, except warmer. The heat from her round orbs of willing flesh warmed his hands. The soft skin was smooth as satin and the thick handfuls he grabbed yielded to his touch, but always seemed to be pressing back to their original shape, springing alive the second he released the pressure to move in a bouncing motion back into position.
Holly lay back, eyes closed and murmuring to herself as she ran her hand up and down Corky's thigh. Higher and higher she went until her hand just barely brushed the testicle-filled sack. She moved again, this time taking a full handful of his balls and working them carefully in her fingers. Corky loved the feeling of being caressed by the woman of his fantasies, and he paused for a few seconds as the rush of enjoyment coursed through him.
Holly moved again, now running her light fingers around the base of his stiff cock. She closed her hand around the turgid shaft and squeezed it firmly so as to make the bulbous head surge and swell with the pressure. Corky moaned as she took the handful of cock and toyed with it.
"Can I kiss your tits?" Corky asked.
"I'd love it if you did."
Corky rolled over slightly and took a handful of tit and guided it's hard nipple into his mouth. He nibbled the hard little knot, then opened his lips wider and took small sucks. The pliant meat surged into his mouth with each suck, giving of itself in response to his puckered draughts.
"That feels sooo good!" Holly murmured as he sucked her tits. "Keep sucking my nipple! Aahh!"
Corky went at his task willingly. Holly kept her hand on his cock as he worked her over with his mouth. She milked it softly at first, then worked faster and faster, jerking him off. Her hand flew up and down, making soft noises along the firm shaft. The hissing of her hand at work punctuated the faint sucking sounds of Corky's lips. They were hotter now, building to the next step of Holly's course in sex education.
"Oh, Corky! You're so nice! Please, lay back and let me suck you off."
Corky seemed to pause for a moment.
"You'll like it, I promise," Holly said. "I'm
J going to put your cock in my mouth and suck you off."
"Okay, but do I get to lick your pussy while you're doing it."
"Please do!"
Holly got up and moved around so they were in position for sixty nine. She took firm hold of Corky's cock as she lay on her side. She seemed to look it over for a bit, taking a good look at the boy's hard cock before she plunged it deep into her mouth. She clamped down hard with her lips and sucked for all she was worth, taking the full length of the cock into her.
Then she got on top of Corky and squatted over his face, exposing the musky muff of her pussy to his exploration. She sucked hard and gave him all she had.
While Holly went at his cock, Corky suddenly found himself saturated with the rich scent of her spread cunt. Just inches from his mouth hung the hairy, wet pocket of sexual delight. He wrapped his arms around Holly's waist and made his move. Without even testing, he dove headlong into the satisfying cunt. He lapped at her with great sweeping motions, searching out every part of her cunt, licking it and sliding his tongue along the open lips of her pussy. Holly was jolted by the suddenness of his joyful assault. Unable to control herself, she let. his cock drop from her mouth and moaned.
"Ooohh!! That's good! Lick my cunt! Ohhhh you're doing so well!"
Corky then sank his tongue into her, spreading the gates of her cunt with a sudden thrust of his hot, pink tongue. She felt him enter her and she again gasped with ecstasy. The boy's tongue was roaming inside her, then out and around the thick lips of her cunt.
Holly waited no longer, she let the cock pop out of her mouth and cried, "Let's fuck right now!"
She dismounted, swinging around and lying next to Corky. She spread her legs for him and said, "Get on top of me. I'll hold your cock in place and you just shove real hard to get it in."
Corky got on top and poised, ready for the sudden shove that would send his meat into Holly's ready pussy. She held his cock in place, inserting the thick head into her cunt.
"Now! Shove hard!"
Corky rammed home with a true thrust that threw his cock into her.
"Aahhh!" she cried as the meat spread her and forced its way into the slippery pocket of her pussy.
"Now pump in and out! Do it hard!"
Corky obeyed, sending his cock in and out of her with growing speed and strength. He caught the rhythm right off the bat, and did well despite its being his first fuck.
In and out went his youthful cock, stirring her cunt and slamming in and out. He let the flood of new sensations overwhelm him, carry him to the natural, orgasmic conclusion of this unique happening.
"Ohhh! I'm getting ready to come," Corky gasped as he felt thge tingling in his balls grow into a symphony of excitement.
"Come in me. Come in my cunt. Give me everything you have!" Holly wailed as she started to gyrate her hips and pull him down close to her with her arms.
"Come in me!"
Corky started to jerk in and out as the spasms of his coming release took hold. "Oh! Oh! Ohh! Aahhh!"
Holly started to come with him, unleashing the orgasm which had been building in her cunt. Flashes of hot passion swept over her body as the lusty first gush of Corky's generous flood of come squirted into her clutching cunt.
Corky pierced her again and again as the white torrent flew from his cock. Millions of teeming sperm found their way into Holly's cunt, swimming, frenzied little beings that were-smeared all through her cunt by the force of Corky's sudden jabs and the gyrations of Holly's forceful hips.
Corky's come squirted with joy as the satisfaction of his first fuck swept through him. It was better than he'd even imagined. Cream shot out of his cock and filled Holly's receptive cunt. She groaned with pleasure as she felt his juice spin into her, filling her with an oozing glob of slippery juice. His cock suddenly slid in and out with greater ease as his own come lubricated her already slick pussy. It fairly flew in and out, sliding freely along the walls of her cunt.
"I'm coming in your cunt!" Corky delighted.
"More! Come in me all the way! Let me have it, Corky. Unload it all!"
Corky did as she commanded, relaxing and letting it all pulse from his cock into her hairy pocket. Her thighs were convulsing with pleasure and her toes were curling with delight at the feeling of his orgasm as well as hers.
At last Corky was spent, having given her the biggest load of come she'd had in a long time. It dripped from her cunt, smearing around her crotch when Corky pulled himself from her and rolled over to lay beside her.
"That was so nice," she said as she rubbed his chest.
"It sure was!" he chorused.
"I'm so glad you decided that it was me you wanted."
"So am I,'" Corky said as he looked at her. "And you know what else?" Holly asked. "What?"
"Now whenever your father starts talking about me, you'll know you've had something he's never had, and never will."
"Promise you won't let him screw you!"
"I promise. I'm yours anytime you want me, and you can know that your dad won't be getting any, no matter how hard he tries. That'll make you feel good, won't it?"
"It sure will," Corky answered. Then he chuckled softly and thought about his poor father never knowing just how much fun Holly Parris could be!
CHAPTER EIGHT
Women who take their pleasures with boys will often find jobs which put them in frequent contact with them. Camp counselors, youth group leaders, and school teachers are favorite positions for the women who like to bestow their favors on sturdy youths.
The close contact in itself is stimulating, and the wide range of selection they encounter gives them ample opportunities for picking and choosing their youthful lovers. The boys will, many times, find themselves drawn to the women in a way they themselves do not understand. Their needs, both physical and emotional, can be better satisfied by an understanding older woman. The boys sense this, and, in their own way, vie for attention from the woman. Thus surrounded with attentive lads who are deeply in need of understanding, attention, and physical release, the women find themselves in a pleasurable position. They almost have private harems to wander through, bestowing favors here and there with great selectivity. They give their bodies to the boys and the lads, in return, give them the deep satisfaction they need to ease their craving for sexual activities with boys.
The women watch the boys, looking for signs of need. The signs are not long in coming, and the women soon know which boys are ready for their attentions. The following case history illustrates one woman's career as a junior high teacher.
* * * *
Donna Perkins had been teaching at Ross Junior High School for six years. She was well respected by the rest of the faculty, and adored by her students. She had a remarkable reputation for managing the boys who were historically severe discipline problems. It was often the case that junior high teachers found themselves administering 80% discipline and 20% instruction. Donna Perkins, however, seemed to have a real talent for calming the young boys who would normally have been fidgety class-disrupters.
She was of average height, and dressed a bit more mod than her more conservative fellow-teachers. She wore glasses for reading, but took them off with a flourish when she addressed her students. As she pulled her glasses off, she would shake her head, thus readjusting her long, brownish blonde hair. Her green eyes and pale skin gave her a delicate look. She always spoke slowly and clearly in a soft, low voice that seemed to be saying more than the words which came from her lips.
When she talked to one of the boys, she always seemed to stand closer than necessary. She would look at the boy and speak gently to him, but always seeming to be in the process of inspecting him. She would constantly size the boys up, looking them over, taking full appraisal of them, and always looking for signs that would tell her a lad was ready to give her what she wanted.
Steve was a quiet boy and one of Donna Perkins' students. Though quite thin as a boy, the last year had seen a sudden blossoming. Weight added itself in all of the right places and he had grown three inches in the past year. His voice was lowering and the soft down on his face was turning to a heavier, masculine beard.
While in school, Steve was so quiet one hardly knew he was there. Outside of school, however, he was a friendly, chatty lad who had many friends and who enjoyed athletics. He was the best pitcher the junior high baseball team had, and was planning to try out for end on the football team as soon as he got to high school. His muscles were pronounced, harshly etched and stringy. His face seemed all angles, strong-jawed and chiseled.
Donna had watched Steve intently since the beginning of the school year. Noticing his frequent glances at many of the budding young girls, Donna knew that Steve's attention was not all on his studies or athletics. He was now simmering quietly on the growing heat of his own sexual awakening. The pressure was building and Donna knew that the tea kettle of his sexual needs would soon be whistling merrily. Before long she'd know he was ready, and she was more than willing to strip herself for him and take care of his hard cock.
One day, while teaching a history lesson, Donna noticed Steve moving in his chair. He seemed nervous and distracted by something. She was sure she knew why. She'd seen hundreds of horny young boys sit in class and fall into reveries of sexual fantasy. Their daydreams got the best of them, and before they knew it, they were sitting there with immense hard-ons and so hot they could almost explode.
Donna thought she'd use the occasion to tease Steve a bit. He was slumped down in his desk, hiding behind the boy in front of him, yet moving around in his seat as though agitated over something. Donna knew what it was, and she wanted to play with him.
"Steve, .what was the date of Lee's surrender at Appomattox?"
Steve came alert at the sound of his name and froze. He was being called on to answer a question. That meant standing up, and his goddam pecker was stiffer than a tree limb. He couldn't stand up, or his cock would bulge out like a beacon in the night.
"I, er, let me see," he said as he seemed to half rise from the desk. He stayed hunched over forward so his hard cock wouldn't show. "Gee, I can't remember." With that, he fell back in his seat, his cock still hammering at his jeans. The hard features of his face were growing red from the flush of embarrassment that rushed to his skin.
"Then do you know the date of Lincoln's assassination?" Donna asked, unwilling to let him off the hook so easily.
"I can't seem..."
"Please stand up when called on, Steve," Donna prodded.
Steve seemed to ease up in his desk as though walking to a hangman's noose. When he got up, he still seemed to be leaning forward, unable to stand up straight because of his hard cock. Why didn't the goddam thing go soft? But no, it stayed hard and at the ready, crying silently for something other than history lessons.
"Why are you leaning forward?" Donna asked in apparent innocence.
"I have a pulled muscle in my leg, and I can't stand up straight.""
"Oh, muscle problems, eh?" Donna said softly. "Steve you haven't done your lessons. I want to see you after school."
"Yes, Ma'am," Steve responded as he collapsed back into his desk. He was relieved. An after-school scolding would be far better than having to show his teacher that he was boasting an immense hard-on.
Donna smiled to herself as the class ended and Steve made a false limp out of the room. She knew that after school Steve was going to learn lessons the board of education would never dream was part of the junior high curriculum.
When school ended, Donna sat patiently at her desk working on some papers and waiting for Steve to arrive. He was not long in coming. He'd decided that if he was friendly, and seemed to be in a hurry, that his after school scolding would end quickly. Then, he thought, he'd be able to get out and play baseball with his friends.
He came into the room all smiles, his unpredictable cock lying dormant in his crotch. Donna looked up at him and spoke gently.
"We won't be talking here," she said. "Come with me."
Steve looked at her in surprise as she got up from her desk and started to walk out of the room. He followed her, wondering why they had to talk somewhere else. She led Steve through the hall to the gymnasium, then down the dark metal stairs that led to the store room. She walked into the small room where the gymnast's mats were stored. The thick mats were piled up neatly in the dark room like a many-layered mattress reaching waist high.
Steve walked in behind her and stood next to the pile of mats. Donna closed the door. This sent the room into complete darkness. There were no windows in the basement room and the darkness was complete. Steve waited in the pitch black for Donna to flip the light switch. She did not, but instead began to talk to Steve in a way that made his cock start to stir in his pants again.
"Now, Steve, why was it you couldn't stand up in class today?"
"like I said, I had a pulled muscle."
"That's not the reason," Donna said as she found him in the dark and tugged him down onto the pile of mats. They sat on the edge of the stack.
"You had another problem, didn't you?"
Steve was sure now she'd seen his hard-on. He didn't know why they were in the dark little room, but he sensed embarrassment at having been caught with his tool at the ready.
"Maybe it was something other than a leg muscle," she said as she put her hand on his leg. She rubbed his thigh a bit, then dipped her hand into his crotch and said, "Maybe this was the muscle that was giving you such a hard time."
Steve didn't answer. The feel of Donna's hand on his cock had paralyzed him. He'd never felt a woman's hand rubbing his cock before, and it was impossible now to think about talking.
Donna stroked him expertly, finding the swelling head of his cock in the tangled mass of crotch. She worked it with her fingertips as she heard the sound of Steve's breath growing stronger. She felt the rush of warm breath floating against her face in the darkness as her hand yielded to the growing pressure of Steve's stirring rod.
"What are you doing?" Steve finally managed to blurt out.
"I'm here to be your teacher, aren't I."
"Sure."
"All right then, it's time I taught you something new. For once, I bet, you'll pay attention to a lesson!"
Steve suddenly realized that this was to be no ordinary after school session. The naive lad now knew that his teacher was going to give him something he'd never counted on in the way of a junior high education.
"Do you know what we're going to do?"
"I think so," Steve answered as Donna squeezed his cock.
"We're going to screw," she said bluntly. "We're going to take off our clothes and lie down on the mats. Then I'm going to spread my legs and you'll find my cunt with your cock. You're going to shove it in me and let me have it! Come on, Steve, let's start undressing."
Steve felt her rise in the darkness. Then he heard the rustling of the layers of clothing being peeled off and tossed onto the floor. Steve found himself rising in the darkness, as though in a dream. His hands went to his belt buckle and undid it before he realized what he was doing. He felt Donna standing next to him, moving to take off the last garment, her skin-tight pink panties.
Donna sat back down and waited for Steve to finish his stripping. When he was finished, he just stood in the dark, his knees weak from excitement and breath hissing in and out of his nostrils like little jets of steam. Donna put her hand out and found his raw rump. She stroked it gently and said, "Sit down, Steve."
Steve sat next to her and waited for the next move. The lad was paralyzed with anticipation. Donna had seen boys react like this before, and she knew that it took only a little coaxing to bring them out of shock and into the wet pocket of her cunt.
She put her arm around him and started to nibble on his ear. He shuddered with delight as her warm, wet lips began to play their way around his ear. The sound of her working mouth was amplified by its closeness and seemed to be roaring at him as it worked in and out, up and around.
Donna's hand found his crotch again, this time settling on the full length of his released prick. She closed her hand around the stiff cock and held it firmly while she worked her lips around.
"Steve, put your hand between my legs and put your finger inside my cunt."
Steve did as she instructed, suddenly finding himself joining the new lesson in spirit as well as in flesh. His hand went to her cunt, the very first he'd ever touched. As his hand slid down her thigh, she spread herself to expose her cunt to his searching finger. Steve felt the invitation of her exposed crotch and he touched it courageously.
"Mmmmmm! Now put your finger in my cunt!" Donna said.
Steve felt the wet, slick orifice and he tested it with his finger. Pushing in a little, he felt a little resistance, and then the sudden opening into the warm hollow inside. He went in with his finger and felt around, searching out the dark corners of her cunt as she played with his cock.
"Now run your finger in and out of my cunt. Slowly at first, and then faster and harder! Please do it! You feel so good in there."
Steve did this as he felt her hand start to go up and down on his cock. She was jacking him off while he finger fucked her.
He could smell the rich perfume she was wearing, a musky scent which up close smelled like flesh and flowers.
"Let's lie down now," Donna said after they had worked each other quite nicely. "You just lie back and relax while I suck you off. You can finger fuck me some more if you want. Sometimes it's nice to lick a girl's pussy. You can do that if you want, I'll spread my legs for you."
They lay on the mats, Steve on his back and Donna draping herself across his stomach, his cock near her open lips. Steve started to finger fuck her again, moving his finger around every part of her ready cunt while Donna took hold of his cock with her hand.
Suddenly Steve felt a very strange sensation. Something hot and warm was holding onto the head of his cock. It was sucking at his meat, and working around his stiff prick. Donna's mouth had descended on him, swallowing in his hard rod. He felt the warm wetness work its way around his cock, sliding along his meat.
The strange feeling tickled him and made him feel warm all over. The sucking went up the shaft of his cock and deep inside him. He could feel her working hard to suck his cock. She pulled with all she had, puckering her cheeks and taking all of him into her mouth as the great sucks ran all the way down to the hairy base of his ready meat.
"That feels good!" he said as Donna went at him.
His finger was working around inside her cunt as she sucked, but Steve was thinking about what she's said. Sometimes it was nice to lick a girl's pussy. Steve slowly put his face to her creamy thigh. He kissed his way along the yielding flesh on the inside of her thigh. He could feel the heat radiating from her hairy cunt as he neared his goal. The deep musky smell of her pussy excited him even more. It was nature's own bouquet. He let his finger slip from her cunt as his tongue came closer. It was just a few inches away now, a wiggling pink length of wetness that wriggled gleefully toward her slit.
His tongue found her moist hair and then searched out the creamy lips of her cunt. A sudden sweet salty flavor caressed his tongue as it made its first eager trip up the crevasse of Donna's pussy. She writhed when she felt his tongue making its first, tentative lick across the lips of her cunt. Without thinking, she spread her legs even wider, begging Steve with this gesture to send his tongue into her.
He rose to the invitation with the spirit of a Boy Scout on his first hiking trip. Plunging his tongue into her cunt, Steve unconsciously thrust his cock deeper into her mouth, sending it into the wet sucking lips all the way. Donna accepted this willingly, now completely pleased with Steve's easy response to their first union.
They lay there, doing it 69, filling the dark little room with sucking sounds that were the only testimony to their presence. They ate each other with gusto, giving and taking from each other until Donna could no longer stand it. She was coming over and over again now, suddenly a fiery animal whose sexual desires were being given full reign.
"Oh, Steve, please lie down flat. I'm going to get on top of you and squat down on your cock. I'll do all the moving, all you have to do is lie back and enjoy it. I want you to have a good time, so I'll take care of it all!"
Steve did as she instructed, lying flat on the mat and waiting for the pussy that would soon smother his cock with its dark secrets.
Donna got on top of him and grabbed his cock. She inserted its head into the lips of her cunt, then lowered herself onto the stalk of meat. She drew a sudden, sucking breath and threw her head back as Steve's cock slid into her. Her pussy was spread wide by his meat and she loved it.
"Aaaaahh! Now just relax. I'm going to start working my hips. Just relax. You'll be coming in my cunt before you know it."
She started to move as she sat upright on top of Steve, slow, easy movements. Her hips began to work in circles, keeping Steve's cock deep in her and sort of working it around and around deep inside her. Steve felt his cock hitting something small and hard in her cunt. Every time his cock hit it, Donna seemed to shudder in ecstasy.
The walls of Donna's cunt started to work up a tantalizing friction on his cock. Steve's balls began to tighten and a tickling surge flowed through his body. He held onto Donna with his hands on her thighs. He massaged the ample flesh as she wound tighter and tighter. The speed of her movements had quickened and now she was going around and around on top of him with the frenzied gyrations of a belly dancer. The rasping sound of her cunt hair against his own pubic foliage was the only other sound than their breathing.
"Is it good? Please tell me if you like it!" Donna begged.
"It's good!" Steve gasped as she began to rise and fall on top of him.
Her new movement was sending his cock in and out of her now. Slamming down with full force, she was sending him into her all the way.
Steve thought for an instant how much like Donna's sucking mouth her pussy was. It was like being sucked off some more, but better. His plug filled her wet cunt and delighted in the slithering feeling it made as it went in and out of her with each of her movements.
Suddenly he knew that his climax was about to happen. The tingling numbness grabbed him and the teeming sperm lined up for a charge into Donna's cunt.
"I'm going to come!" the boy cried as he squeezed her thighs.
His signal seemed to drive Donna into madness. She went wild on top of him, whimpering with joy and seemingly trying to tear herself apart inside. She was back down on his cock all the way again, and she was rolling around, flipping her hips in desperate snaps that sent his cock slamming around inside her.
His come started with one little jet that quickly built into spurt after spurt of rich, creamy ooze. He groaned aloud as his come splashed into Donna's pussy. She responded with her own climax. Just as he started to come, Donna unleashed the full fury of her own orgasm. It was a savage onslaught that wound her even tighter as Steve joined her in their mutual satisfaction.
His come went into her as she came with him. They were united in the complete joy of orgasm and the little dark room was filled with the sounds of their successful union.
All too soon, it seemed to Steve, the carnival of delights had ended. He was spent now, completely relaxed as Donna still moved slowly, satisfying the very last of her need with a few slow movements that made his cock squish in the rich pocket of her cunt.
His meat sloshed around as Donna's undulating movements drew their first encounter to a slow, easy close.
"Golly, that was so nice!" Steve said as Donna dismounted.
Donna sighed and said, "It was very nice. Now you know how to take care of things when you have muscle problems."
"I sure do!"
"We can do it again. Any time you like. You're a very good young man, and it was a delight to be the one who got to take care of you."
"I liked it very much. Can we do it again, really?"
"Certainly."
"How about right now?"
"Are you ready again?" Donna asked as she ran her hand onto his cock. It was still slick from his come, but as hard as ever. He was ready all right. "Okay, let's do it again!"
"Can I be on top this time?"
"Be my guest," Donna said as she rolled onto her back and spread her legs. Soon, Steve was on top of her building his own rhythm and doing an excellent job at it besides.
It was always this way, Donna thought. Give the boys something they can really get interested in, and they'll learn their lessons well!
