In many societies, a young boy's initiation into the art of sex takes place at the hands of an experienced older woman. Although this practice is not strictly forbidden in America, it is not common practice, and, although the boy might escape censure, the woman is almost always reviled for her part. Our society expects sex to be confined to the marital bedroom, with other excursions frowned upon, and the wants and needs of persons who are not joined in a legal bond are largely ignored.
In countries such as France, a young boy is expected to receive his sexual training at the bedside of an experienced teacher, as a young girl is often broken in by an older man. This largely eliminates the painful first experiences that are so common in this country, arising from two inexperienced young persons thrown together with little or no preparation. The practice of pedophilia would therefore seem to lead for greater satisfaction for all concerned, the young boy satisfying the older woman with his boundless enthusiasm and she leading him into the delights of sex with knowing hands.
Incest is almost universally condemned in so-called civilized societies, even those which regard pedophilia as the social norm. The strong taboo against incest is perhaps explained by the older men's jealousy of the younger, as well as by practical breeding considerations. In these days of enlightenment in the art of birth control, the second consideration may be largely ignored. And if the participants are free from jealousy, surely the taboo might be lifted.
This story of a school teacher, entrusted with the education and upbringing of young people, who breaks loose from her moral restrictions and continues her teaching outside the class room, is not meant to be an endorsement of either pedophilia or incest. It is only an example of the way some people might react under given circumstances. If Susan Thompson had been already satisfied in her sexual needs, the circumstances would probably have never occurred. As all people are different, so are their levels of sexual desires. What may seem disgusting or perverted to one person, may seem the sexual norm for another. If Susan's reactions seem unbelievable or perverted, remember that her solution is not meant to be the ideal, but rather only one possibility among many.
Tim's acceptance of his mother's sexual needs may seem equally shocking to some, but it must be remembered that this is the age of sexual freedom, and what seemed shocking yesterday is passe today. Perhaps the characters in this story are ahead of their time, but they should not be completely condemned for that. The only way to gain a true understanding of human sexuality is to explore all aspects with an open and compassionate mind, neither condemning or rejecting actions which may seem beyond our comprehension, but trying to accept that such things do happen, to people very like ourselves. Only in this manner may we gain true perspective into the often puzzling web of our actions.
-THE PUBLISHERS
CHAPTER ONE
Susan Thompson sighed in relief as the final bell rang, and turned from the blackboard.
"That's all for today. Don't forget the quiz tomorrow." She laughed to herself slightly, knowing that her words were falling on deaf ears. Her sophmore history class had perked up at the bell like racehorses at the gate, and already the rush for the door had begun. Susan smiled bitterly as she gazed at the mass of young bodies jostling towards the door, their voices rising in laughter and chatter as the restrictions of school fell away. She could vaguely remember herself at that age, and she wondered for the hundredth time what had made her think that she would be a teacher that would hold the minds of her restless charges.
Susan pushed her blonde hair wearily back from her forehead and turned to the empty room. Empty except for one student. She stared at him in surprise.
"Yes? Johnny, isn't it?" Susan looked at the boy curiously. This was only the third week of school, and she hadn't learned all the names yet.
But surely this was Johnny Taylor. He had stuck out in her mind, not, she admitted, for his studiousness, but for the almost insolent handsomeness of him.
"Yes'm. Johnny Taylor," the boy said. He looked up at the teacher, his brown hair falling over his forehead, and smiled. His face crinkled as he smiled, and Susan smiled back at him, caught by the infectiousness of his grin.
"Well, what is it, Johnny? Didn't you get the assignment for tomorrow? It's a quiz on the first four chapters." Susan began erasing the blackboard.
"Yes'm. I know. It's just something I don't understand." The boy got up and gathered his books together, walking to the front of the room to stand beside his teacher. "About that dude that gave up the throne of England. For 'the woman he loved.' I mean, that couldn't have been the real reason. That's silly."
Susan turned around, looking at the boy in surprise. "Why do you say that, Johnny?" She looked at him closely, wondering if she had been wrong, if his good looks had blinded her to the possibility of intelligence. "That's an unusual question. I don't think any of my students have ever asked it before."
Johnny squirmed slightly. "Aw, it's just some of the guys and I were talking. I think it's kin da a wet thing to do, you know? I mean, girls are nice and all, but a king! That's really something." He gazed at Susan earnestly, and suddenly she became aware of where he was looking. At her breasts.
Susan turned away, repressing an urge to fold her arms over her bosom. She knew that the boys in her classes stared at her prominent breasts, but it had ceased to bother her. In fact, she admitted guiltily, she enjoyed it-it seemed to prove that she was still a desirable woman, despite her thirty eight years. But it had never happened at such close quarters before. Usually, when a student stayed after class, he was so nervous that he kept his eyes fixed on the floor.
Not Johnny. He was looking fixedly at Susan's bosom, seemingly hypnotized. Susan coughed and moved back, busily picking up her books and purse, pushing down the glowing warmth spreading through her.
"Yes, well there may have been other reasons, but that is the accepted popular view," Susan said hurriedly. "There are several good books on that era of history-I'll give you a list tomorrow. Now, is there anything else?" Susan hated herself for her brusqueness, but she felt she had to get out, away from the boy's eyes, as quickly as possible.
"No ma'am," Johnny said reluctantly. "I just wondered." He looked up, tearing his eyes away from the woman's chest and blushed vividly as he realized that she had caught him looking. "Thanks. I'll see ya."
"Johnny!" Susan called, a pang shooting through her at the boy's sudden embarrassment. After all, he had come to her with a legitimate question, and just because he was staring at her was no real reason to hustle him off so abruptly. He paused looking at her inquiringly, and Susan rushed on. "Maybe we can go into it more deeply after the quiz. I mean, if you're really interested, perhaps I can pick up the books for you and you can do some research. Maybe do a paper-this could be your fall project. That is if you're really interested," she finished lamely, wondering what had gotten into her.
Johnny smiled again, sunshine breaking over his face. "Yeah, that'd be great. I gotta go. See ya."
Susan stared after the boy's retreating figure, then shrugged. If she remembered correctly, Johnny was only a C student, and a low C at that. What had occasioned his sudden interest in English history was beyond her. She shook her head and glanced around the room that seemed truly empty now, then shivered and turned out the light, closing the door behind her. Somehow, she felt cold.
Susan Thompson looked at herself in the mirror and sighed. The phone call she had just received was from her one suitor, who had been unavoidably detained and wouldn't be able to take her out. Again. Susan made a wry face, almost laughing at the thought of her lukewarm boyfriend, who had been courting her decorously since her husband died five years ago. Five years, and so far he had only managed to kiss her twice.
Susan smoothed her blonde hair, considering. She wasn't a bad-looking woman, she decided. Of course, with her hair pulled back and her school clothes on, she looked the perfect picture of a school teacher, if it weren't for her prominent bosom, but with her hair curling softly around her bare shoulders, she seemed ten years younger. Certainly not on the shelf yet, she told herself fiercely, bending forward and looking at her flushed cheeks, feeling a surge of resentment against Harry, for being so decorous.
Slowly, the blonde woman stood up, surveying herself. Her hands traveled over her still firm curves, sketching their abundance, assuring herself that she was still, indeed, the woman she had been. With a half guilty sigh, she slipped her bra straps off her shoulders, exposing her luscious breasts. As her eyes roved over the coral-tipped mounds, she knew that she was going to solace herself again, in the only way she could. Susan had been brought up to believe that touching herself was the devil's curse, and would lead to madness and although her educated mind rejected those teachings as false, the lingering guilt still remained.
Deftly, her fingers sought out her hardening nipples, rolling them until they erected fully, tingles of excitement washing along her nerves as she caressed herself, watching in the mirror. With half closed eyes, she could almost pretend that they weren't her hands that massaged her aching flesh so skillfully, and she shuddered eagerly as she imagined a shadowy male figure standing behind her, his hands fondling her slowly, then roughly, bringing her to fever pitch.
"OOOooo," Susan murmured, her eyes glued to the reflection of herself. She continued to fondle her breast with one hand, while the other slipped lower, sliding under the waistband of her panties and easing them over her hips, exposing the curly patch of blonde hair between her thighs. Trembling, she spread her legs and arched her hips forward, sliding her finger between her legs, watching her finger in fascination as it disappeared. As she touched herself, she groaned, as much in humiliation and guilt as in desire.
"Wrong, wrong. Watching myself do it," Susan muttered, stroking her cunt lips softly, feeling the puffy flesh swell under her touch. She had masturbated often, but usually in the darkness, and always felt the half thrilling humiliation as she touched herself. But this was worse-watching herself do it!
Susan shivered with lust as her finger slid into the wet recesses of her cunt. She was lubricating freely, her inner juices flowing, and her finger made a squishing noise as she probed the warm canal. The slippery flesh seemed to grasp at her digit, pulling it deeper inside, and she hunched down on it frantically, wishing it were bigger, then shot another finger inside herself, stretching the membranes easily. Her fingers slid back and forth in the slippery slot, and she sawed them back and forth, the distended lips of her cunt gripping for dear life.
"MMMMM! OOOHHH! Fuck me! FUCK ME!" Susan moaned, imagining that it was a man's hand inside her, bringing forth the sensations that ripped through her. Almost panting, she envisioned the dark, hairy hand as it plowed in and out of her sticky pussy, opening her wide, in preparation for the moment when he would fuck her, would climb on top and rip her wide with his rampant cock!
Susan watched herself finger-fucking her cunt, her gaze dimmed with a haze of lust. Her hand whipped in and out wildly now, and her hips bucked forward, churning as she diddled herself faster and faster, digging her hand deeper and deeper, until with a loud cry she began to cum, gushing pussy fluid onto her hand. Her insides convulsed as she pounded her fingers savagely into her wet flesh, striving to gain the last ounce of satisfaction from her masturbation. She watched herself in the mirror as her orgasm overwhelmed her, noting with a strange detachment as she shuddered and shook, how the moisture ran down her thighs, leaving slimy trails on her smooth skin.
It was almost as if she watched someone else, someone who trembled and panted in unabated lust, her fingers closing convulsively over her breast as her climax hit, her mouth opening as wordless cries of longing filled the air.
At last her body was still. Slowly, Susan withdrew her fingers, looking at them in disgust. She was ashamed, bitterly ashamed, that she had come to this.
"Just a lonely old maid school teacher on Friday night," she said bitterly. "God. No one wants me, not even old Harry." She looked at herself in the mirror, laughing at her expression, then started as an unbidden picture flashed through her mind. A picture of Johnny Taylor, staring fixedly at her breasts as he stuttered out his question, his hot young gaze burning through to her skin. She stared at herself in the mirror, at her sex-flushed face and dripping body, and realized that she had been picturing the young boy all along-caressing her tits, sinking his fingers into her dripping twat. For a long moment, she allowed her mind to play with the picture, knowing somehow how smooth his young skin would feel as she ran her hands over him, how his prick would stand up, a drop of moisture quivering on the red tip....
"God! You really are a disgusting old bitch," Susan told herself, pulling herself back to reality. She looked around the room, at the pictures of her dead husband, and wondered what he would think if he could see her now and know what she was thinking. "Probably have you locked up. And you'll be locked up for being crazy if anyone ever hears you talking to yourself," she told her mirrored image. Hastily, Susan got up, pulling her panties over her pussy, and forcing her breasts back into her bra. Her son would be home soon, and although she had told him she was going out for the evening, she would have to fix supper first. She smiled, thinking of her son, her sturdy boy, Tim. Who was almost the same age as the boy she had been thinking of in lust. Susan Thompson shuddered, closing her eyes tight, erasing the sinful image.
The next day, Susan determined to forget all that had happened the previous day. Her spirits lifted as the day wore on, for it was Friday, and she decided to take off for the weekend, perhaps go to the coast-anywhere to try and forget the depressing slump of her present life. She even toyed with the idea of pulling up stakes and moving to a new town and beginning again, of changing professions and becoming a secretary or waitress-anything for a change. But even as she thought this, she knew that it was impossible. She was securely trapped in her present existence. Susan slumped wearily at her desk, resting her head in her hands as she waited for her last class.
"Are you all right, Missus Thompson?" a young voice asked. Susan opened her eyes and looked up, into the face of the boy who had haunted her dreams. The rest of the class was filing in, glancing at her briefly as they took their seats.
"Yes. Certainly," Susan snapped, her tone softening as she saw the hurt look in the boy's eyes. "Thank you for asking, Johnny."
"Did you get my list of books?" Johnny continued. Susan flushed, realizing that she had completely forgotten the request.
"See me after class," she said briefly, forcing herself to smile non-committally. "All right, class, take your seats. Johnny, pass out the test papers." She handed the boy a stack of papers, and flinched as their hands brushed lightly, a blush arising in her cheeks as she recalled her image of the boy. He looked at her inquiringly, and she lurched to her feet suddenly. "When you're finished, leave the papers on the desk." Without another word, Susan turned and rushed from the room, leaving a bewildered class staring at each other.
Susan reached the sanctuary of the restroom and sank into a chair, her heart pounding. She didn't know what was wrong with her-she had certainly never left a class on their own to take a quiz before! But somehow the knowledge that they would all probably cheat didn't bother her at all, not compared with her frantic need to get out of the room, away from the boy whose presence disturbed her so.
"Lord, get hold of yourself," she admonished herself, staring at her flushed face in the mirror. She didn't believe that the mere touch of Johnny's hand had affected her this way, making her heart pound and her insides melt as lustful images shot through her mind. Johnny with his hands on her breasts, Johnny with his mouth sucking at her tit, Johnny with his little cock in his hand, pointing it at her waiting vagina....
"I'm going insane!" Susan muttered. She couldn't remember ever feeling this way before over anyone, especially not a child the age of her son. With a valiant effort, she pulled herself together, splashing cold water on her face, steadying her breathing until her heart began to beat normally again. "This is ridiculous," she told herself sternly. "Now get grip on yourself, old girl, and get back in there." With relief, she noticed that her breathing had slowed, and the deep flush had receded from her face, leaving her a little pale, but normal.
The classroom was empty when Susan returned. With a shock, she realized that she had been gone for almost the entire hour. A stack of papers was piled neatly on the desk, and she regarded them uncomprehendingly, then scooped them up with shaking hands and began stuffing them into her briefcase, her only thought to get out of the building as quickly as she could.
"Missus Thompson? Are you feeling okay now?" Johnny asked, materializing suddenly beside her.
Susan stared at him wildly, wondering how he had appeared so quickly. "You startled me, Johnny, sneaking up on me!" she said nervously. "Yes, I'm fine."
Johnny eyed the woman narrowly. She didn't sound fine. Her voice was shaking and she seemed to be looking everywhere in the room but at him. Johnny cleared his throat nervously, wondering what was wrong with her. He had admired Mrs. Thompson for a long time now, sneaking looks whenever he could, and daydreaming things about her that made him blush to remember them. And now, she looked even younger and more appealing, her confusion stripping the years away. He glanced at her quickly, his eyes straying to the prominent bosom that haunted his fantasies, and caught his breath. Her breasts were sticking out even more than usual, their lush curves rising and falling with her rapid breathing, and Johnny stared at them fixedly, unable to tear his eyes away. His pecker hardened in his jeans, and he backed away, praying she didn't notice.
Susan looked at the boy, her eyes falling to the hard lump in his jeans. Her hands shook slightly, and she forced herself to look away. God, it's been so long. So long since I had a cock, she thought feverishly. She didn't know what had happened to her. She had never thought of herself as an especially highly sexed woman-her husband had even called her frigid. She knew that wasn't true-when she first married, and before, she had been hot as a pistol, although over the years, the sameness of sex had palled on her and she had turned to other interests. Until now. Suddenly, a vision floated through Susan's mind as it had before. Johnny's cock. She closed her eyes forcibly, knowing she had to get rid of the boy now, before she did something awful.
"Well, it wasn't really the list I wanted to talk to you about," Johnny said slowly. He was miserably embarrassed at his reaction to his teacher's nearness, but he was determined to get on with it. "It's just ... I wanted to tell you about something. I mean, you know when I missed class last week? The quiz? It was my mom-she was, well, she was sick. Anyway, I just wanted to tell you," the boy finished in a rush.
Susan looked at the boy in surprise, her maternal instincts taking over. Why he was just a child! "Oh dear. What's wrong with her, Johnny? I hope it isn't serious," she said quietly.
"No ma'am, I mean it is but it isn't," Johnny said, embarrassed. "It's just I wanted to let you know I didn't cut class on purpose."
Susan's mind whipped back over the boy's record, and then she remembered. His mother was an alchoholic. She sighed, remembering that he had missed quite a bit of school the year before because of that.
"Oh dear, I understand. That's all right," Susan said, her voice filled with pity. She looked at the boy, wondering how she could have ever entertained such awful thoughts about him, when the poor boy was obviously just in need of understanding. She reached out and touched his shoulder, completely forgetting that he had been staring at her breasts with lust in his eyes and a hard-on in his jeans, and pulled him to her.
Johnny gasped. He didn't believe it. His teacher was embracing him, pulling him against her soft bosom, patting his head. He stiffened in intense embarrassment, knowing that she was just trying to comfort him. He was vastly ashamed of himself, and he tried to pull away, but he was hypnotized by the softness of her breasts. He groaned, feeling his cock pulse, and prayed with all his heart that she wouldn't notice.
Susan smoothed the boy's hair, thinking that it was a shame such a fine young man had such a dreadful home life, and pulled him close. Then she felt it. She gasped, all thoughts of pity fleeing her mind. He pressed into her hungrily, his body obeying its own impulses, and she felt his hardness press into her belly, throbbing against her, and she was lost. She groaned, looking at him hazily. "Close the door," she groaned, pushing him away from her.
Johnny swallowed, standing up. He knew she had felt him against her. She couldn't have helped it. He gulped, knowing he'd had it now and obeyed her silently.
"Come here, dear, I want to talk to you," Susan said shakily. She trembled, knowing that she was about to do something dreadful, but unable to stop herself.
"What d-did you want to talk to me about?" Johnny asked. "I think I better be going home. My Mom...."
"Oh, just things," Susan said evasively, feasting her eyes on the boy. He stood in front of her, his slim body defiant, his hands thrust in his pockets, trying to hide the bulge of his erection. Susan smiled slightly, feeling a thrill run through her, making her legs tremble. "You're really quite a handsome young man, Johnny," she said softly. "How old are you now?"
Johnny braced himself. "Fourteen," he mumbled.
"Really? I thought you were older," Susan murmured. She drummed her fingers on the desk, trying to hide the fact that she wanted to grab the boy, to hold him to her, to feel his hard young body against hers. She knew that if she hurried, he would bolt like a startled colt, and she had gone too far now to back down. "Do you have a girlfriend?"
Johnny stared at his teacher. "Sure." He edged slightly closer, feeling a little relieved. Apparently she wasn't planning to punish him. In fact, she was looking at him and smiling, a funny expression on her face.
"Don't be afraid of me, Johnny," Susan laughed. "I won't bite. I'm just trying to be your friend." She flushed slightly. "Come over here, dear, and relax." She put out her hand, laying it lightly on the boy's arm, feeling his startled flesh jump at her touch. "Don't you like me anymore? I thought yesterday you were my friend." She stroked his arm slowly, her fingers caressing.
"Oh, yes. Yes, ma'am." Johnny gulped. He didn't know what to do. His hard-on, which had subsided for a moment, was back again in full force, jumping and pulsing in his jeans like it was alive, and he was positive that he was going to explode any minute. Especially if Mrs. Thompson kept stroking his arm like that!
"Do you kiss her?" Susan asked. "I bet you do, don't you? Tell me all about her, Johnny. About your little girl friend." Susan's hand wandered over the boy's chest, lingeringly, and he shivered.
"Missus Thompson!" Johnny said in agony. "You ... I ... please STOP!" He stared at the woman in supplication.
"Why? Don't you like me to do this? I thought I was your friend," Susan said softly. "Don't worry about a thing-I'm not going to hurt you. You're just so tense, I want you to relax."
"I don't think you oughtta," Johnny said nervously, pulling back. His head was swimming as he breathed in the sweet scent of his teacher's perfume. Her face was only inches away from his, and her breasts were touching his arm again. "Jeez, Missus Thompson. I better go ... "
"We haven't finished our talk yet, Johnny," Susan pouted. "And I want to know all about you. It's all right, I'm your teacher, dear. I want to help you ... in your studies. I think you have a great future ahead of you, really I do. I mean, your question about Edward showed great perception." As she talked, Susan stroked the boy's chest and shoulders softly, feeling his tense muscles relax. "But if you've never been in love, or made love, you really can't understand how he felt. That's why I asked you about your girlfriend. Have you kissed her?"
"Yeah, sure," Johnny gulped.
"I bet she likes it, too, doesn't she? And do you play with her? You know, with her breasts?"
"Sure I do!" Johnny said boldly. He had never had a grown woman ask him about his girlfriend, except his mother, and he knew this was different. "But I wouldn't give up being a king for it!"
Susan laughed breathlessly. "I bet she likes it, though, doesn't she? Does she like it enough to let you do more? Touch her all over? Her ... pussy?" Susan almost whispered the last word, letting her hands slide down to the boy's hips, circling his waist.
Johnny gulped wildly. "Yes ma'am," he whispered back. "She lets me touch her down there." He blushed.
"And then does she touch you, too? Your cock? Does she play with your cock, Johnny?" Susan gently unbuckled Johnny's belt, sliding her finger inside the waistband of his jeans. The boy stared at her, his breathing ragged, his face almost inches away from hers.
"Yes'm," he breathed. "Once she did." He flushed becomingly, remembering how the girl had pulled out his cock after he begged her to, and how he had spurted all over her fingers before he could help himself. She hadn't done it since, although he had pleaded again and again, all she would do was rub it through his pants.
"Just once?" Susan asked softly. She hesitated, knowing that this was the moment. The moment for the irrevokable step that would change her to a depraved woman. For an endless time, she hesitated, her hand hovering at the waistband of the boy's jeans, as she fought with herself. Then her hand dropped, sliding the zipper down.
Johnny gasped as his cock popped free. This was what he had fantasized about since the first time he saw his teacher, but he couldn't believe it was really happening.
"Wouldn't you like me to do it?" Susan whispered. "Play with your cock?" She slid her hand down, encircling the shaft of his rigid young cock gently, feeling it pulse in her palm. Her other hand was pulling his jeans down, over his lean young hips,.and suddenly she tore her eyes from his and looked down, feasting her gaze. Her mouth opened and her tongue flicked out, wetting her dry lips as she gazed at his prick.
"Ohhh, it's beautiful, Johnny," Susan breathed. She stared at his cock, hypnotized. The shaft was silken to the touch, and the head topped it proudly with a rosy cap, a droplet of clear fluid trembling on the tip. Just like in her fantasy. Susan gathered the droplet and rubbed it into the pole, greasing it. She could feel excitement gathering in her belly, centering between her legs.
"Is that how she does it?" Susan murmured, sliding her hand up and down. "Like this?" She fondled his rigid shaft gently.
Johnny groaned. He couldn't move or speak. He felt like he was paralyzed, all except his prick motionless. He knew that if she didn't stop, he was going to shoot, right away, all over her hand...."Please ... Missus Thompson...."
"Don't worry, dear. Just relax and let me take care of everything," Susan murmured, bending forward. "Has anyone ever given you a blow job? You know, taken it in their mouth?"
Johnny shook his head. He had heard about it, sure, the older guys were always bragging about how their girls sucked them off. But that it could happen to him....
Susan groaned as she heard her voice. Some stranger seemed to be inhabiting her body, making her say and do things she would never have dreamed of before. She had taken a man's cock in her mouth only once before, years ago, and she hadn't particularly enjoyed it. And her husband would have been horrified at the very thought! But somehow, the sight of Johnny's trembling prick had started a desire deep inside her, a desire to take it in her mouth and suck it until he spurted in her throat! Susan flushed, her hand motionless on the boy's cock, feeling her insides melt into a warm puddle of lust in anticipation.
"Are ya going to do it?" Johnny gasped. He didn't really believe she would-everybody knew ladies didn't do that! Especially a lady old enough to be his mother! But he sure didn't want her to stop now! His balls were aching with the need to cum, and he didn't want to waste it in mid-air. He didn't know how this had all happened, but he prayed silently that she would keep on, forgetting his earlier fears. Maybe she'd even let him touch her-at the thought of touching her big breasts, Johnny shivered involuntarily.
"Do you want me to?" Susan teased. She moved her hand slowly, and Johnny groaned.
"Oh, God! Yes ma'am! Please! Please suck it!" Johnny trembled. "But-could I touch you? Down there? Could I touch your pussy?" The boy gasped at his boldness, sure that she would be mad.
"Darling. Of course you can!!" Susan leaned back in the chair, dropping the boy's cock for a moment, and pulled her skirt up, high around her legs.
Johnny hesitated, then reached out a hand cautiously, running it over the woman's legs. She was wearing an old-fashioned garter belt to hold up her stockings, and Johnny inched his hand further up her thighs, afraid at any moment the dream would end. Carefully, he slid his finger into the warmth between her thighs, slipping under the edge of her panties. He could feel the heat rising from her crotch, and he groaned as his finger touched the edge of her pussy.
"It's all wet!" the boy gasped. He stopped a minute, staring at his hand in fascination.
"Go on! Do it!" Susan whispered. "Feel my pussy! I love it! Do it, darling!" She slid down in the chair, opening her legs, so that his finger could slide in. "Try and take my panties off!"
Johnny groaned, his trembling fingers sliding her panties down her legs, exposing her wet snatch. He could only get them down so far before they were stopped by her stockings and garters, and he looked up at her questioningly. But Susan was too far gone to interpret the boy's look.
"Go on! Don't stop! Please, dear!" Johnny carefully unsnapped the garters, his hands fumbling, and drew her pants the rest of the way lown her legs, then returned to her cunt, his lingers spreading the puffy lips, sliding into the wet (Toove that seemed to clutch at his fingers.
"Can I touch your tits?" Johnny asked suddenly, his fingers still working in her cunt. He looked up at his teacher almost humbly, his eyes glazed, then reached up with his free hand and slid it under her sweater, his trembling fingers unbuttoning her.
"Oh, darling! Let me help," Susan crooned. Her heart was pounding as if it would jump out of her chest, and her breath rasped between her teeth. Little twinges of fire shot along her nerves as the boy fondled her cunt, and she shuddered, helping him unbutton her sweater, letting her massive breasts jut forth proudly, encased in a lace bra.
Johnny stared in awe at Susan's breasts, then carefully reached up with both hands, feeling them through the lace. Then he reached behind her, fumbling with the bra hook, until she helped him, laughing softly. The boy caught his breath sharply as her breasts swung free, their firm flesh trembling slightly as they swung unconfined. His hands went automatically to the twin mounds, running over the lush contours, kneading her soft flesh, then finding her nipples and rubbing them until they erected in his hands.
"Oh," Susan breathed, flames licking through her. "Oh, darling, darling boy." She panted as he continued to massage her breasts with one hand, his free hand dropping back between her legs and sliding into her sopping wet pussy as if it belonged there. She could feel the excitement building inside her, and she knew that soon she would burst into a wild orgasm. "Please, do it! Finger-fuck me, darling! Do it good! Finger-fuck my pussy! Make me cum, Johnny! Make me cum all over your hand!" Susan gasped, hearing her mouth utter the lewd words, but she was past caring now, past caring about anything but the lust raging through her body.
Johnny felt the difference in her pussy as she approached orgasm. Her flesh seemed to quiver under his finger, and clutch spasmodically at it, and he pumped it in and out enthusiastically. He had almost forgotten his own aching cock in this new excitement, and her promise to take it in her mouth, but somehow he knew that if he made her happy first, she would be more than willing to do anything he wanted. He opened her wide with his fingers, fingering her brutally, hearing by her intense sighs and grunts of pleasure that he was doing it right. He shivered, imagining what it would feel like to put his cock into the hot, demanding hole he was fingering, to feel that slippery flesh clutch at his rod, and he knew that he'd get to do it soon.
"OOOOHH! JOHNNY! DO IT! THAT'S IT!" Susan cried. Johnny's fingers had found the little knob of her clitoris, and, encouraged by her involuntary reaction, he was rubbing it between his fingers, sending waves of almost painful lust through her shaking body. Susan sprawled back in her chair, her dress around her waist, her blouse open and her breasts bare, and gave herself up to the pleasure that was ripping through her.
Johnny suddenly bent down, taking one of her nipples into his mouth and sucking. She jumped like a scalded cat, and he sucked harder, using his teeth gently on the erect bud of her nipple. She was writhing in his grasp now, her hips bucking upwards against his hand.
"HARDER! HARDER! DO IT! DEEPER!" Susan commanded hoarsely. "I'm gonna cum, cum all over your fucking HAND!" The sound of her hoarse voice excited her even more, and she slammed her pussy against the boy's hand, her wet flesh hungrily snapping at his finger. He was sucking greedily at her breast, his young mouth working on her nipple, and Susan arched her chest for him, thrusting her breast at him. He responded eagerly, his free hand scrabbling at her flesh, his face buried in her rich bosom, his mouth sucking eagerly. Susan groaned, her body quivering rhythmically as she began to climax.
"OH, GOD! OHHHHH! I'M CUMMING!" Susan cried, forgetting that she was in her own schoolroom, forgetting that someone might hear, forgetting everything but the feelings ripping through her. Her body arched, trembling, and her cunt closed on Johnny's hand, clutching him in a grip of iron.
Johnny raised his head from Susan's tit, his mouth dropping in surprise. He had never seen or imagined anything like this before! She was rolling and shaking like a madwoman, her mouth open as she cried out, her tits bouncing as her body snapping from side to side! Johnny held on grimly, his hand deep inside her convulsing cunt, her juices flowing freely over his fingers. He didn't believe it-her cunt was exuding a stream of creamy liquid that dripped over his hand and ran down her legs, and the flesh inside her was gripping his finger so hard he thought it would come off! He pumped his hand into her viciously, feeling a wild thrill of pride that he had been able to do this to her, to make her turn from a poised, self-confident woman to a mass of trembling flesh, begging for his touch!
At last she was still. Susan opened her eyes, looking up at the boy, slightly embarrassed at her wanton display. She was afraid for a moment that she may have scared him off for good with her fevered actions, but a glance at his face dispeled that notion.
Johnny was looking at her, his young face flushed, his eyes glazed. He took his finger out, looking at it, then looked back down at her, a slow smile spreading over his face. "Wow," he breathed. "You're ... you're beautiful, Missus Thompson."
Susan laughed a little hysterically. "Call me Susan. OH, JOHNNY, I'M...."
"Missus Thompson ... Susan ... do you think ... that is, could you do what you said before?" Johnny indicated his cock silently. It was swollen and red, pulsing slightly as it jutted straight out from his belly. He had forced himself not to explode while he was finger-fucking her, and it hadn't been easy! Any minute he had known he was going to cum, but somehow, he had held it. He hadn't wanted to waste it-that was okay for when he was alone, but he didn't want to screw up his first real chance.
"You know. Could you take it in your mouth? Like you promised? It hurts!" Johnny looked at the woman.
"Darling! Of course! ANYTHING! Anything you want," Susan murmured, reaching for the boy. "Just ask. I'll do ANYTHING!"
CHAPTER TWO
Susan reached out, grasping Johnny's cock, her fingers sliding easily over the rigid shaft. He had lubricated freely while he was fingering her, and she spread the thick fluid over his dick. Excitement built in her again as she imagined how it would taste, and how it would feel as it slid between her lips.
"Oh! Hurry, Mrs. Thompson. Susan. Please!" Johnny begged, his eyes wide. He clenched his fists, trembling, as she pulled him closer to her. "I can't stand it much more!"
Susan licked her lips, then stuck out her tongue and tentatively touched the end of the boy's cock. He moaned deep in his throat, and she opened her mouth, taking the head of his prick between her lips.
"OOHH! You're doing it!" Johnny moaned. His hips slammed forward involuntarily, sending his cock into the woman's mouth. Her lips closed over it automatically, and he rammed it into her throat, almost fainting at the feel of her mouth on his cock! It was warm, and wet inside her mouth, and he shuddered eagerly, looking down at her ripe lips as they nibbled at his shaft.
Susan jumped as the boy slammed into her mouth, gagging as his rod hit her throat. This was what she remembered from her only other experience-the choking, gagging feeling as the hard shaft smashed into her soft palate! But that had been unpleasant, making her want to thrust the man away. Now she deliberately relaxed her throat muscles, urging' the boy to sink in full length! Her hands went around his butt, pulling him close to her, and she grunted eagerly, sucking wantonly at his stick. She was trembling with desire again, her still wet pussy shivering as lust built inside her. Greedily, she sucked hard at his cock, running her tongue voluptuously around the head, concentrating on the sensitive nerves under the cap.
Johnny trembled. His entire body was on fire from the sensations that rippled along his veins, and he groaned as his teacher sucked him, her cheeks caving in with the pressure as she used her mouth like a tiny vacuum cleaner, exerting delicious pressure on his rampant shaft! His hips were moving now, his limber pelvis snapping as he drove into her mouth, his balls crushing against her chin with each stroke.
"OOOH! SUCK IT! SUCK MY COCK! OOOHHH! I CANT STAND IT! I'M GONNA SHOOT!" Johnny moaned feverishly, reaching blindly down and grasping Susan's head, holding her tight against him as he fucked her mouth. He had never imagined anything like this-he could feel an immense pressure in his vitals as his tight balls lifted, ready to pour forth their load.
Susan sucked greedily, violently eager for the taste of his sperm. She reached behind him, her fingers clutching at his ass, one hand sliding between his legs to fondle his tight balls, squeezing them gently, urging him to cum! Her head whirled, insane images floating through her fevered brain, her whole being concentrated the task of making him cum! It had only been a minute or so since she had begun blowing him, but it seemed like forever-and she wished it could go on forever! She felt his balls harden in her hand, and she sucked even harder at his stick, as if she could pull his seed from him by main force!
"OOOH! HERE I CUM! SUCK! SUCK IT! I'M GONNA CUM DOWN YOUR THROAT! GET READY! OOOOHHH! NOW! I'M CUMMING! IN YOUR MOUTH!" With a wild cry of lust, Johnny bucked forward into his teacher's face, ramming his cock full length into her waiting throat. He could feel his cock jumping and spurting somewhere in her throat, sending his hot young sperm into her mouth.
Susan choked as the first wad hit her throat, then swallowed lustily, straining forward, her mouth working as she drank his cum. She drank greedily, her throat muscles pressing on his shaft as she drained him dry, her fingers squeezing his balls unmercifully as she strove for the last drops. She couldn't believe how much he was cumming-it seemed to never end. A thick, steady stream of hot seed, pouring down her throat. She gulped, wishing it never would end-she felt she could drink it forever! She could almost feel it sliding down her throat, hitting her stomach, and she groaned again, her fingers clutching spasmodically at the boy's ass as a ripple of orgasm raced through her!
Johnny slumped forward, his young body falling against Susan, his cock still spurting weakly inside her mouth. He had gushed into her mouth with a fury that shocked him-he had never cum like that before, not in his girl friend's hand, and certainly not in the confines of his room when he masturbated! God! He was still cumming, his cock dribbling the last vestiges of his sperm into the woman's mouth. And she was drinking it all in, her cheeks and lips working as she drained him! As the mist of lust drifted away from his eyes, Johnny looked down at Susan, her figure coming into focus.
She was still glued to his cock, her head bent over him, her blonde hair in disarray. He could feel the softness of her tits pressing against his butt as she held him to her as if she'd never let him go, and she seemed to be trembling. In amazement, Johnny watched as the woman convulsed in orgasm, not as intense as the one before, but still recognizable even to his inexperienced eyes. She was cumming from sucking his prick! Johnny sank his hands in her hair, holding her close as she shuddered, her mouth still working on his prick.
Finally, she drew back, letting his limp prick slide from her lips, her tongue flickering over her mouth, licking off the last vestiges of his cum. Then she smiled at him, her mouth loose.
"Wow," Johnny breathed. "That was something. You did it, too, didn't you?" He leaned back against the desk, his limp cock dangling outside his jeans and stared at Susan, thinking he had never seen anything so beautiful in his life.
Susan blushed. Somehow, it seemed awful to admit that she climaxed from sucking a cock! She looked down at herself, seeing her breasts hanging outside her blouse, her skirt up around her waist, her stockings and panties at her feet, and the blush deepened. Oh Lord, she thought. What have I done? What kind of perverted person would do this kind of thing! He's a child! She looked at Johnny, who was grinning at her, and pulled her sweater together, suddenly embarrassed.
Johnny looked at her, his grin fading. He didn't know what was wrong, but something sure was! One minute, she had been lying back in her chair, an expression of contentment on her face, the next, she was sitting straight up, pulling her clothes together, a frown crossing her forehead.
"Missus Thompson? I mean, Susan? Are you okay? Did I do something wrong?" Johnny asked anxiously.
"Oh ... no, dear." Susan looked around wildly, suddenly aware that all this had taken place in her schoolroom-and anyone could have come in. The door was locked-but the janitor had a key, and so did the principal, and several others she could mention. She shuddered, remembering her uninhibited cries of lust as Johnny had made her cum, and his scream of triumph as he had shot into her throat. If someone had heard, and come to investigate....
Johnny shuffled nervously, stuffing his cock inside his pants. All his earlier fears returned, but he thrust them down. Hell, she wasn't going to go cold on him now! Johnny zipped up his jeans casually, seeing the way her eyes followed his movements, and relaxed slightly.
"Johnny. I don't know what came over me," Susan began nervously.
"It'll be okay, won't it?" Johnny said, looking at her.
"God. I hope so, darling," Susan said softly. "But you must never tell anyone. You have to promise me." She stared at the boy, trying to be firm.
"Oh, no. I won't tell," Johnny said, relaxing visibly. "Wow, I'd hafta be crazy! Why would I tell?" He laughed slightly, seeming very young for a moment, but his eyes filled with new knowledge. "If I told, they wouldn't let us do it any more, would they?" He emphasized 'they', including the whole world outside, and Susan looked at him doubtfully. She knew what boys were like, always having to brag to their friends.
"I mean it, Johnny. Nobody must know I did this."
"I said I wouldn't tell," Johnny said, slightly peeved. "And I won't. We're going to have fun, aren't we? And it'll be a secret."
Susan closed her eyes briefly, realizing that she had set herself on a course of action that brooked no turning back. Johnny obviously expected this to happen again-and all she could do is hope that he'd keep his promise. Because if he didn't, the consequences were too dreadful to contemplate.
"Yes, dear. We'll have fun," Susan said, her voice dull, as all the problems to be surmounted came to her. But, she realized that she didn't want it to not have happened. For the first time in years, she felt alive.
Susan woke up late the next morning. It was Saturday, and there was no school. She had gone to bed early the night before, after staggering home from school and somehow fixing supper for her son, brushing aside his questioning looks. Susan got up, and pulled her robe around her. She hadn't felt this way in years-eager for what the day might bring. She blushed slightly as she realized what she was thinking of, and sobered with an effort, telling herself that she would have to find a way to put a stop to her 'affair'.
"When I see him Monday,. I'll just tell him it's no good," she decided firmly. "This is ridiculous-a woman my age. And a child. I must have been crazy." Susan peered in the mirror, absently nothing the color in her cheeks and the bright sparkle in her eyes. "I'll just have to do something-I don't know what yet, but something. Move, get a new job ... but I can't allow this to continue."
Filled with resolution, Susan went downstairs to the kitchen, putting on a pot of coffee. There was a note taped to the refrigerator-her son had apparently gone out for the day. Susan read the note slowly, aware of a feeling of relief that she wouldn't have to face her son again. He had suspected something last night, that was for sure, and Susan didn't really feel up to thinking up an explanation for her behavior. Probably he would have forgotten about it by tonight. She blushed vividly, remembering how she had staggered home, her body glowing with the unaccustomed experiences, and how she had fumbled with supper, her mind obviously a thousand miles away.
"I've just got to get hold of myself. If Tim ever found out-or anybody. God, I'd be put away." Susan emptied her cup in the sink and turned to go upstairs, deciding to get dressed and go out, to try and forget.
As she went through the hall, the doorbell rang. "Now who on earth?" Susan muttered, pulling her robe tightly around her. "Just a minute." Holding her robe closed, Susan opened the door.
It was Johnny. Susan stared at him in utter amazement. "Uh ... Tim isn't home," she stuttered.
"Good," Johnny said matter-of-factly. "You don't think I want to see him, do you? Can I come in?"
Susan peered at him, blinked, and made as if to shut the door. Johnny's face fell, and she relented, opening the door a few inches. "What do you want?" she hissed, her eyes darting up and down the street.
Johnny stared at her. "What do you think?" he asked reasonably, his excitement making his voice cocky. "I wanted to see you! Let me in, Missus Thompson. I just couldn't wait until Monday to talk to you. It's important."
Susan sighed, opening the door and letting the boy in. She couldn't stand on her doorstep arguing with him, and it was probably better this way. She could talk to him now, get it all over with. "Yes, dear, I'm glad you came over. Really. We have to have a little talk. I was going to tell you Monday, but now is as good a time as any." Susan faced the boy, her voice earnest. "We have to put an end to this now, dear, before any more damage is done. It's impossible. And anyhow, it's wrong."
"Gee, Missus Thompson," Johnny said. "I thought ... that is, you said we'd have fun. You promised. And I thought you wanted to do it some more, too. Didn't you like it?"
"Yes, of course. I mean, no. That isn't the point. It's over, Johnny. You have to pretend it never happened," Susan said firmly. "I was wrong, and I want you to try and forgive me, but you must understand that nothing like that can ever happen again."
"But you promised," Johnny said doggedly. "Wow, I've been thinking about it all night. I couldn't even go to sleep thinking about it. You said we'd do it some more. Wow, Missus Thompson, I didn't even get to put it in you! I've been dreaming about it. You can't say no. Please! Gee, I'm hard already." He stared at the woman beseechingly. "Here! Feel how hard it is!"
Susan flinched as the boy reached for her and pulled away, her heart beating wildly as a stab of desire pulsed through her. Just this once more. It won't hurt, an inner voice told her. Go on, touch him.
"NO! I mean it, Johnny. Don't! It's wrong, and it has got to stop," Susan said, her voice shaking. She stepped back, but Johnny quickly grasped her about the waist, pressing his young body boldly against hers. She groaned as she felt the hard bulge of his penis.
"Please, please," Johnny begged. "It hurts, Missus Thompson. Please do something. I can't stand it." As he talked, he fumbled with her robe, snaking his hands inside, closing them over her breasts, fondling her firm mounds until she moaned, her body moving against the boy. His hands were inside her robe, pulling her nightgown down over her tits, and she shuddered as he bent his head and began to suckle.
"God. Not here. Tim ... Tim could come home ... Oh God. Please, Johnny, dear, please ... wait a minute," Susan gasped, feeling her resistance disappear. She pushed the boy's head aside, and he looked at her trustingly, knowing that she wouldn't refuse him now. She was too far gone, and he recognized the signs of her lust easily.
"Upstairs," Susan muttered tersely. She pulled the boy's hands from her, leading him to her room. She was trembling from the sudden onslaught of lust, her knees weak as they mounted the stairs. "But this is the last time, Johnny. I mean it." She pulled him faster, wildly eager for whatever might happen.
"Yes'm. The last time," Johnny agreed, willing to agree to anything that would get him inside her cunt. He had dreamed about it all night, remembering how it had felt under his fingers. "Anything you say."
CHAPTER THREE
Susan closed her bedroom door behind Johnny. There was no lock, but she knew that a lock would have been useless anyhow. If Tim came home early, she could only hope she would hear him before he came upstairs. For then all would be lost. But somehow, at the moment, Susan didn't care that much. Not with Johnny standing in front of her, his young cock hard in his jeans.
"All right, dear, let's get comfortable, shall we?" Susan said, reaching out for the boy. He trembled at her touch and flung his arms around her, his hands moving frantically over her body as if he were afraid she'd disappear.
"Oh ... I was so afraid I'd dreamed it," he confessed, laughing slightly. "Wow, this is the most fantastic thing that's ever happened to me in my whole life."
"Sssshhh, don't talk," Susan said softly. She slid the boy's jeans down his legs, letting his cock jump free, and gasped as the now familiar pang of lust shot through her. "Would you like me to suck it again, dear?"
"No! I want to put it in!" Johnny said boldly. "Can I? Can I put it in your ... pussy?" He had opened her robe and was fondling her massive tits greedily, his fingers clenching on the ripe flesh, and he let one hand drop, sliding between her legs. She was wet, and his finger slid in easily, shooting up inside her vagina.
Susan groaned, her knees buckling as the boy fingered her soppy cunt. Flames were licking along her nerves, and her insides seemed to puddle into a mass of sex starved flesh. "Come ... over to the bed," she managed to gasp, staggering on rubbery legs to her bed and throwing herself down on it.
Johnny stared at her wordlessly for a moment, his cock hardening visibly as he feasted his eyes on her luscious body, spread eagled among the disordered sheets. Then, with a wordless cry, he flung himself down beside her, his hands running wildly over her body. Susan spread her legs further apart as he thrust his hand into her dripping pussy, and smiled up at him.
"Do it, Johnny. Fuck me. Put your prick in my cunt and fuck me," she commanded in a whisper. Johnny knelt between her legs, holding his cock in his hands.
"I've never done it before," he confessed, nervous now that the moment had arrived. "Would you ... help me?"
"Darling. Of course," Susan murmured, reaching down and grasping the boy's cock. "Just put it right in-right where your finger was," she instructed, fitting the head of his dick to her gaping hole. "And push it in ... "
"Oh ... it's so hot! I can feel it!" Johnny moaned, pressing forward. His prick slid easily into the older woman's slick hole, slicing into the wet flesh like a hot knife slicing cheese! Her cunt closed around him as he entered, gripping his shaft with a thousand tiny fingers, and he groaned, feeling like he was about to shoot right then! With a tremendous effort, he held back, knowing somehow that he had to make her happy first-then she'd let him do it again! And again! Johnny knew instinctively that no matter what she had said, she would let him do it to her, any time he wanted, as long as he made her cum, too. With a stifled cry, the boy slid into the woman's swampy pussy hole, his prick engulfed in her slick flesh.
"Ooooo, that's it!" Susan murmured. She sighed deeply as the boy entered her, and her hips lifted to receive him, to pull him in deeper! She shuddered, waves of heat breaking over her. "Now fuck me! In and out! Fuck me, Johnny! Give it to me!
Johnny thrust his penis in and out of the steaming hole in short quick jabs, shuddering as the heat from her excited cunt washed over his cock in waves. He settled his weight on his knees, grasping her breasts for support, and began to thrust strongly into her with all the strength he could summon, relishing the way she rolled under him, her hips following his movements, picking up his rhythm easily.
"OH YES! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! YOU'RE ALL THE WAY IN NOW! FUCK ME! HARDER!" Susan yelled, all caution forgotten as the boy slammed into her aching twat, filling her emptiness with his hard shaft. She wrapped her long legs around him, her hips writhing crazily under his onslaught, twisting and humping as she sought to pull him in deeper yet! She could feel his balls crushing against her upraised ass, and she shuddered under his strokes, her body moving with his in perfect unison.
"Oh! Missus Thompson! You've got the best pussy in the world! IT'S SO HOT! HOT CUNT! HOT AND WET!" Johnny cried frantically as he pumped into her cunt. He could feel her muscles gripping his prick, just as he had imagined, and he was almost out of his mind with the wild sensations the pressure evoked!
"FUCK MEEEEE! Screw my pussy!" Susan commanded, her voice rising in lust as her body reacted to Johnny's onslaught. She could hardly believe how well he was fucking her-he was stroking her twat in long slow strokes until she thought she'd go insane with wanting, and she pounded her heels on his legs, urging him to let go.
"FASTER! HARDER! FUCK ME! REALLY FUCK MEEEEEE!" Susan yelled, raking her fingers down the boy's sweating back, her hands clenching on his ass, then sliding between his legs, searching for his ass hole. She wanted him to move! To fuck her as hard and fast as he could, to fill the aching void inside her!
Johnny was grimly holding on to his teacher's bucking body, sure that he would be dislodged with each grind of her hips! But somehow, he held on, his hips slamming rhythmically into hers, his cock zipping in and out of her hole. He heard her voice begging him, pleading with him to go faster, and he smiled a little, relishing the moment. And then her finger found his asshole, and a flash of pure fire shot through him, making him lose control completely.
"AAAGGH! OOOHHHH! I CAN'T STAND IT! OOOHH! FUCK! I'M FUCKING YOUR CUNT! I'M GONNA CUM! IN YOUR PUSSY! AAAGGH!" Johnny began pounding furiously into the woman, all restraint forgotten, his balls swelling and lifting as her finger probed his asshole.
"DO IT! CUM IN ME! I WANT IT! DO IT!" Susan cried, her cunt beginning to vibrate with the first tremors of orgasm. "MORE! HARDER! FUCK ME! DEEPER!"
Johnny didn't see how he could fuck her any harder, but he tried, his lithe hips smashing back and forth like pistons, his cock slicing into her wet membranes. He could feel her insides quivering around his shaft, and her cunt seemed to be massaging his prick with a thousand tiny fingers, urging him to let go, to shoot his wad!
"AAGGH! HERE FT COMES! I'M CUMMING! NOW! NOW! I'M CUMMINGGGGG!" Johnny cried, smashing into the woman, his hands digging cruelly into her tits. He gave a series of short quick jabs, then thrust one last time, his balls lifting and spurting forth a stream of hot fluid, rushing down the tube of his cock to burst into her waiting twat! It was so hot, it seemed to burn as it sped along the vein in his cock, and the boy groaned with pleasure-pain as he erupted.
Susan groaned with wanton lust as she felt the first burst of the boy's sperm inside her, filling her cunt with hot cream, and her own orgasm ripped through her, triggered by the wet wash of his semen.
"OOOH! I CAN FEEL IT! HOT! HOT FUCKING SPERM! IN MY CUNT! IT'S SO HOT! OOOHHH! FUCK! FUCK ME! CUM! I'M CUMMING! OOOHHH!" Susan's eyes filmed over, a red mist obscuring her vision and a dozen colored lights going off behind her closed eyelids as her climax slammed through her, making her body convulse and churn under the boy's spurting cock. Her body arched in a bow and she surrendered entirely to the feelings ripping through her, her body flopping and quivering on the bed like a landed fish, impaled on the spear of the boy's cock.
Johnny didn't believe it! He was still cumming, his cock buried deep in his teacher's pussy, her muscles holding him in a grip of iron, milking him, draining the last bits of semen from his balls.
Johnny slumped forward, falling onto Susan's body, crushing against her. His breath was coming in ragged puffs, and she could feel the wild beating of his heart against hers. The woman softly stroked his trembling body, quieting him. Then he raised his head and rolled off of her, his cock sliding from her cunt, trailing a string of semen.
"Oh, boy. I didn't think I'd ever stop," Johnny confessed breathlessly. "Wow, I know how that old king felt now. That was really something, Missus Thompson."
"Please, Johnny!" Susan laughed. "Call me Susan when we're alone!" She gasped, her laugh stopping in her throat as she realized what she was saying. She had accepted their affair as a fact now. Johnny opened his eyes, looking at the lovely disheveled woman next to him, and smiled confidently.
"Okay, Susan. When we're alone," he said matter-of-factly, a gleam of triumph in his brown eyes. He reached over and touched her breast, squeezing the flesh consideringly. "I really made you cum, didn't I?"
Susan stifled a laugh at the proud note in the boy's voice, and replied tenderly. "Yes, dear. It was wonderful for me. You're a good fucker." She blushed becomingly, hearing her voice as she talked casually to the young boy who was now indisputedly her lover.
"You know what I'd like?" Johnny asked, massaging her tit, his fingers rubbing the erect nipple.
"What's that, dear?" Susan said, beginning to shiver as the boy fondled her breast. She couldn't believe it, but her body was reacting already to his touch, her cunt twitching with fresh desire. She snuggled over next to him, running a hand down his side and touching his cock casually. It was still soft, and she circled it lightly with her fingers, playing with it gently. It began to stiffen in her hand, and she repressed a noise of triumph.
Johnny turned on his side, leaning down to kiss the woman's breast. His cock was hardening in her hand, and he trembled. "Wow, you've sure got big tits," he murmured approvingly. "Just like pillows." He began sucking at her nipple again, squirming as she played with his penis.
"What would you like, dear?" Susan prodded softly. "Would you like me to suck it again? Or would you like...."
"Yeah! I'd like that!" Johnny said enthusiastically, raising his head. "That's really something, when you do that!" He scrambled up, his semi-erect cock jutting from his belly.
"Okay, dear. I'll suck it," Susan said softly. "I'll let you cum in my mouth, and I'll eat your cum. And I want you to do it to me, too, while I'm doing you." She regarded him under her lashes.
Johnny looked at her. "Oh, you mean you want me to kiss you down there? Well, okay I guess." He looked at her doubtfully, but decided he was game for anything that would keep her interested. He'd heard about guys eating girls too, but it seemed kind of gross to him. But if they liked it, and let you do whatever you wanted to them in return....
"Yes, dear. I want you to eat my pussy. I'd really like that," Susan said craftily. "You'll like it too. All boys like it." She laughed a little to herself, remembering her husband, who had absolutely refused for ten years to do anything to her but fuck her in the 'missionary position.' No one had ever done it to her before, and she wasn't about to miss out on this opportunity. Johnny could hardly think any worse of her, no matter what she did, so she decided she might as well do anything she wanted.
"Okay, I'll do it. Sure. Anything," Johnny said hurriedly. His prick was quite hard now, and throbbing painfully with the need to bury itself in an available opening.
"Just get on top of me, dear. Only backwards." Susan smiled self-consciously, then pushed all doubts aside. "Hurry up, Johnny. Get on me and put your cock in my mouth. And then, eat my pussy ... Eat it all out! It's all hot and juicy, darling. You'll love it."
Johnny had his doubts, but he followed his teacher's instructions, clambering on top of her, his butt towards her face, his face at her crotch. He peered down at her cunt-he had never seen it close up before! He had been too eager the other times to just sink in to observe it clearly, and now he took a moment to feast his eyes on her open twat.
"Wow, it's all wet, really it is! There's all this white stuff down there too," the boy said, tracing the outline of the pink lips, then opening them and peering into the red lined hole.
"That's your cum," Susan said tersely. "Go on, clean it out. With your tongue. Stick your tongue in the hole and clean it out, Johnny. And then suck...." She stuck her own tongue out, circling the head of his cock delicately as if in demonstration of the joys that awaited him.
Johnny hesitated. He didn't know whether he wanted to taste his own cum or not! But at the touch of Susan's lips on his cock, he thrust down his doubts and snaked out his own tongue, licking over the whole surface of Susan's cunt, tickling her gently with the rasp of his tongue. She shivered and moved her pelvis upwards, presenting herself to his mouth, and Johnny plunged in, ramming his tongue down into the gaping hole, lapping up the remnants of his own sperm!
Susan groaned as the boy began licking her. She hadn't really thought he'd do it, but once he had taken the plunge, he seemed to have no second thoughts! He was busily lapping now, his tongue darting furiously into her vagina, and she thrust herself upwards, smashing her cunt into his mouth.
"OH, YES! DO IT! EAT MY CUNT!" Susan cried encouragingly. "That's the way, darling! Eat it all out! I LOVE IT!" She squirmed langurously under his mouth, and turned her attention to his cock, which was stabbing at her lips. Opening them, she took it in, relaxing her throat so that it slid all the way in, his balls crushing against her chin as she gobbled eagerly at his rigid shaft. With one hand, she began to massage his balls gently, stirring them in their sac, and the boy grunted deep in his throat, redoubling his efforts on her pussy.
Johnny decided he didn't mind what he was doing. Not at all! The taste of his seed, mingled with the fresh juices flowing from Susan's pussy, tingled excitingly on his taste buds, and he sucked at the flowing hole, eager for more! Her pussy seemed to quiver like Jello under his tongue, and he probed gently at the slick pulsing walls, hearing her moan as he hit a sensitive place. As his tongue swept up and down the long groove, he found the protruding nub of her clitoris, and she bucked as he touched it! Encouraged by this response, Johnny clamped his lips onto the button like projection and sucked strongly, rewarded by Susan's immediate thrashing and a fresh innundation of fluid from her cunt.
Susan shuddered as the boy began to suck her clit, and waves of passion swept her! Her entire body quivered, her insides knotting into spasmodic tension as the boy's tongue plunged again and again into her brimming hole, fucking her with his tongue! She was on fire now, a fierce tide of heat sweeping through her, making her thrash and moan as climax began to loom tantalizingly near! She sucked wildly at the boy's cock, her hands scrabbling frantically at his balls, and he began to pump into her throat, his lithe hips pounding up and down as he fucked her mouth as if it were a cunt!
Johnny clamped his mouth over her entire vulva and drew it in, sucking eagerly, greedy for the taste of pussy! He could taste the hot musk of her secretions as they filled his mouth, and he swallowed the slimy fluids, sucking her dry as fast as he could! As fast as he sucked, she exuded more, a never ending river of pussy juice, flowing into his mouth and down his throat! She was churning as she smashed upwards into his face, grinding her cunt into his mouth! He shaped his tongue into a hard cone and stabbed into her quivering flesh, making her moan and writhe beneath him.
Susan convulsed as the boy's tongue shot into her dripping snatch, her body throbbing as electric thrills raced through her! She was on fire in every pore, the sensations building through her until she felt she could scream with lust! But her mouth was full of hard cock, and her moans were muffled with the rigid shaft that pumped remorselessly into her face. She sucked furiously, willing the boy to cum, to fill her mouth with his semen, and her fingers roamed over his tense ass, clenching and unclenching on his sweaty skin, probing for his asshole. As she found it and shot a finger inside, Johnny shuddered, pumping harder and faster into her.
Johnny was on the verge of orgasm himself. He could smell the reek of her sex in his nostrils as he dove again and again into her steamy pussy, and he groaned low in his throat as she convulsed under his tongue. His cock was on fire, and it felt huge, like it was about to burst into a million pieces! Desperately, he pounded on towards climax, his muscles shuddering as his body took over completely, his cock swelling even larger, pressing into the soft insides of her throat. His hips beat a rapid tattoo of jabs into her mouth, and then he was cumming, his laden balls releasing a flood of sticky semen into her mouth, shooting down her throat.
Susan swallowed, choked, swallowed again as the heavy flood of boy cum struck her throat. Her own orgasm was still fluttering in the base of her stomach, and without warning another wave struck her, making her scream silently into the stream of semen, her body twisting and shaking as her insides puddled into a pool of hot flesh, melting and burning with lust.
At last, both were still, Johnny with his head pillowed between Susan's thighs, Susan with Johnny's cock still between her lips. With a satisfied sigh, the boy raised up and slid off of her, scrambling up next to her.
"Here, darling, kiss me. I want to taste my cum on your lips, and you can taste yours," Susan murmured, drawing the boy to her, their mouths meeting in an open mouthed kiss. Johnny shivered at the pure lustfullness of the idea-tasting his own cum on the woman's lips, but he embraced her lustfully, slurping thirstily at her tongue.
"Wow, that was neat," Johnny confided, drawing away. "I never thought I'd do that! But it was great-you taste real good. Kinda fishy and salty." He smiled, licking his lips, and Susan's heart lurched as she realized again what she had done. And would probably continue doing.
Susan rubbed the boy's head affectionately, drifting off into a light slumber. Her body felt relaxed and fulfilled-for the first time in years. She sighed, realizing that she couldn't possibly give him up. After only these two meetings, she knew that her lust had mounted, and life without a man seemed unendurable. But he's not a man-he's a child. A child you are corrupting, she thought to herself. Even as she admonished herself, she knew that she would never give him up. As long as he wanted her, he could have her. Anywhere, any time.
Suddenly, Susan woke up with a start, sitting straight up. "Oh, Lord. Johnny! Wake up! You've gotta get out of here!" she hissed tensely, shaking the boy's naked shoulder.
"Wha ... what's wrong! Where am I? Oh ... Missus ... I mean Susan. You wanta do it again?" He smiled sleepily, reaching for her, but Susan shook his hand away.
"Wake up! WAKE UP! It's three-thirty in the afternoon! God, Johnny, you've gotta get out of here! Tim might come home!" Susan shook the boy frantically, visions of her son walking in on them flooding through her mind again. She had forgotten about that during the ecstasy of sex and the following peace, but her fears flooded back now in full force.
"Oh ... okay, okay! I'm getting up! OKAY! Jeez, you weren't worried before," Johnny said resentfully, shaken out of a sound sleep filled with dreams of fucking every woman in town. He staggered out of bed, rubbing his eyes.
"Get dressed. Hurry, Johnny, I'm not kidding. You've got to get out of here before Tim comes home." Susan jumped out of bed, picking Johnny's jeans up off the floor and throwing them to him.
Johnny scrambled into his jeans, still grumbling. "When can I come over again? Tonight?"
Susan stared at him, unbelieving. "Tonight?
Lord, Johnny, you are something! Ready for more already?" She laughed slightly, interest brightening her eyes. "But ... no. Not here. Look, I'll pick you up or something, tomorrow. Not tonight."
"Okay, but I hafta go to church. Maybe I can meet you somewhere, say after lunch." Johnny finished dressing, and stared at Susan appraisingly, his eyes going over her figure. "Wow, you're really a beautiful lady. I mean, really."
Susan blushed, flustered by the compliment. "Okay, I'll meet you over by the school, about two. I don't know where we'll go, though."
"Leave it to me," Johnny bragged. "I know lots of good places. I'll take care of everything."
"Okay, dear. But hurry up. If anyone finds out, it's all over. So remember, it's a secret, right?" Susan looked at him.
"Sure. A secret," Johnny agreed amiably. "Hey, do you think I could fuck your tits? I thought of that before...."
Susan stared at the boy in amazement, wondering where he had gotten that idea! Apparently, he was going to be full of surprises!
CHAPTER FOUR
"Hi, Susan," Johnny said, sliding into the car. "How's it been?" He slid next to her, placing a hand on her knee boldly.
"Watch that, Johnny. Not now," Susan gasped, pulling the car away from the curb. "What if someone...."
"Oh, Jeez, nobody's gonna see us," Johnny grumbled, but he took his hand away, sinking into the corner of the seat and regarding Susan brightly.
"Where to?" Susan said, looking around her nervously. The streets were deserted, but she had an insane feeling that everyone in town knew what she was doing, and that any minute a squadron of police cars would bear down on them. She looked at the boy unhappily, aware that her indiscretions were beginning to cause her a lot of new problems.
"Oh, let's go to the beach," Johnny said offhandedly. "I know a great place. Nobody ever goes there."
"All right, if you're sure," Susan said. She stole a glance at the boy, amazed to find that her heart gave a thump as she gazed at him, her glance focusing between his legs. She shivered, returning her mind to her driving. Johnny directed her to the far end of the beach, down a side road that looked like it hadn't been used in twenty years.
"Lord, how'd you find this?" Susan asked, looking around.
"Oh, some guys and I come here every so often," Johnny said, opening the car door.
"Nobody'll come here today, will they?" Susan asked again.
"No. I said it's okay, didn't I? Look, you wanta forget about the whole thing?" Johnny regarded the woman coolly, sure of his power over her. Susan shook her head numbly, knowing that she was caught. Already her pussy was burning and twitching, remembering the joys of the day before and eager for more, despite the consequences. She got out of the car and looked around, laughing a little in embarrassment as Johnny continued to stare at her, his eyes undressing her.
"You got a blanket?" Johnny asked. Susan shook her head again, amazed at the boy's new found self confidence. He shrugged and walked over to her, grinning into her face.
"We'll just have to make do," Susan said coolly, striving to regain control. She knew that she had to take the lead and keep it, or she would be truly lost. A horrifying vision of her begging the boy on her knees flashed into her mind, and she reached out for him blindly, running her hands over his shoulders, then pulling him to her.
"Wow, I've been waiting all day," Johnny mumbled, his hands running over her ass, creeping up under her skirt. "I thought about it all last night. Ohhh, that's so good." He was caressing her rear now, his hands moving between her legs, and Susan trembled in his grasp.
"Wait ... wait a minute, dear," Susan gasped. "We better get back in the car ... in case anyone comes. Besides, I'll get all sandy!" She pulled the boy back into the car, lying back in the seat, and he slid in beside her, pulling her skirt high around her waist.
"Wow, you didn't wear any panties," Johnny breathed as his fingers sank into her bare flesh. "And you're wet already. Oh, wow!" He stuck his forefinger up inside her, and Susan groaned, hunching down on it.
"Take your cock out! Hurry! Stick me with it! Don't bother to get undressed-just hurry! I can't wait!" the blonde woman groaned, opening her thighs wide. The familiar burning sensation was spreading through her belly, making her weak with desire, and she reached for the boy hurriedly, opening his jeans and pulling out his cock as if she were starving.
Johnny didn't see any sense in waiting either! He had been ready to fuck all day, and he scrambled on top of her, opening her legs wide and settling between them, his cock poised at the opening to her cunt. He shuddered with anticipation, knowing how it would feel going in, how it would slice through her wet hot flesh!
"Okay, here it comes! I'm gonna fuck you until you scream!" Johnny promised, the lewd words slipping easily through his lips. He held her open with one hand and thrust into her open cunt, his prick ramming into the soppy marsh of her cunt. "Oh WOW! Hot as shit! HOT CUNT! FUCK ME! FUCK ME GOOOOD!"
Susan raised her hips eagerly, accepting the boy's thrust without hesitation, all worries dispeled by the feel of his cock. She embraced him tightly, pulling him to her, her mouth seeking his, and small mewls and groans of lust escaped her lips. Susan no longer cared who he was, or where they were-all had faded into oblivion beside the thrusting action of his prick. Her head spun as his cock sliced into her twat, sending electric thrills racing along her nerves.
"OH! GIVE IT TO ME! FUCK ME WITH YOUR COCK! DON'T STOP! DON'T EVER STOP! I LOVE IT!" Susan moaned frantically, wrapping her legs around the boy's flailing ass and slamming her cunt up to his strokes, settling easily into his rhythm.
Johnny stroked steadily into the blonde woman's cunt. It felt better than the time before-he wondered if it would get better every time! If it did, he was sure that he would die from the pleasure. He grunted like an animal, plowing into the tight hot vise of her cunt, that gripped him in a grip of steel, squeezing his prick until he thought he'd cum on the spot! It was like fucking an iron hand that clutched at his shaft, concealed in a velvet glove, a velvet glove that quivered like jelly with the tremors that were racing through her twat.
"Oh, fuck! It's like alive! Your cunt's ALIVE! FUCK MEEEEE! Move that ass! OOOHHH! FUCK!" Johnny cried enthusiastically, pumping in and out, feeling the sucking action of her cunt with each stroke.
Susan's hips churned wildly against the boy's hard shaft, swallowing it deep inside her. She could feel it battering deep inside her slippery cunt, smashing into the slick walls. She rotated her ass, screwing herself onto his cock, presenting her pussy to his cock with each roll of her hips, and he thrust unerringly into the target, his cock parting her sticky membranes like a sword.
"Fuck me harder! Harder! I LOVE IT! MORE! DEEPERRRRR!" Susan yelled, opening herself even wider, bringing her legs up over the boy's shoulders for maximum penetration. Her pussy was on fire, pulsing and clutching at Johnny's cock like a live thing, intent on satisfying the burning lust that was sweeping through her entire body. A dull roar reverberated in Susan's ears and she cried out in near agony, her entire being concentrated on the demanding place between her legs.
"I'M CUMMING! FUCK ME HARD! I'M CUMMMMINNGGGG!" Susan yelled, her body beginning the quiver as her insides dissolved into a hot pool of sex liquids, her cunt convulsing around the boy's cock. She shut her eyes tight, her face screwing up into a grimace as the spasms hit her, ripping through her body, making her flail and buck against the boy's lithe young body, her cunt brimming with fluids from deep inside her womb.
Johnny didn't need her cry to tell him when she came! He could feel the extra wave of heat from her pussy, searing his cock, and the spasmodic tremors that shot through her, making her pussy grip his cock even harder! He plunged grimly on, his own orgasm bubbling in his vitals, almost painful in its intensity.
"Hold on, baby, 'cause I'm gonna shoot! Yeah! Shoot in your cunt!" Johnny moaned as he felt his balls lift and tighten, presaging orgasm, and pounded furiously into the woman's soppy cunt, driving wildly towards climax! Her cunt was so wet that he felt like he was fucking in a hot bath, a hot bath that clutched at his cock, pulling, sucking, draining the fluid up from his balls! With a final cry, almost of despair, Johnny thrust once more into the hot cunt, his balls exploding, sending a column of red hot semen into the recesses of her vagina, splattering against the slick walls of her canal in great gobbets of thick cream.
As Susan felt the hot flood of semen hit her insides, she convulsed again, her body shuddering into another climax, no less intense than the first! She screamed wildly, clutching the boy to her, her hips pumping wildly against his spurting cock, draining the last drops of seed from his balls.
"MORE! MORE COCK! I'M CUMMING AGAIN! I CAN'T STOP! OH GOD! don't STOP! MORE! MORE!" Susan gripped frantically at the boy, trying to hold his dick inside her spasming pussy, trying to gain the last ounce of satisfaction from his softening prick before it slipped out.
But Johnny was done. He pulled out, his cock almost sore from the terrific pressure on it, and looked down at Susan admiringly. She was still writhing on the seat, her head moving from side to side, her eyes glazed.
"Wow, you're ready for more, aren't you? You really are some chick," Johnny breathed, looking regretfully at his limp cock. He knew that it would be awhile before he could plow her again, although he was young, he needed some time to recuperate! Especially after a fuck like that one, that seemed to drain every ounce from his balls! He wondered feverishly if he had any semen left at all, or if she had milked him for good!
Susan opened her eyes, her body quieting somewhat, and stared up at her young lover, a strange smile hovering on her lips. Her body was still quivering, ready for more, and she wondered detachedly how she had turned into a wanton Bacchante in the space of such a few days. She could never remember feeling this way before, ready for another bout of fucking right after she had climaxed two times, and she wondered uneasily if she was going to get more and more unsatiable, until she would have to fuck every minute of the day before she was satisfied! Then she laughed. Right now, that didn't seem like such a bad life at all!
"Are you okay?" Johnny asked anxiously, looking at the strange smile. "I mean, I'll be ready again in a minute...." He looked at her a little sadly, realizing that she was not completely satisfied, but Susan smiled at him reassuringly.
"Oh yes, dear, it was wonderful," Susan reassured the boy. "I don't know what's wrong with me...." She sat up, pulling her skirt carelessly over her legs, and reached out to touch Johnny's cheek. As she fondled his face lovingly, her eyes went over his shoulder. There was another boy standing there, his eyes glazed, standing there staring at them.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Oh, my GOD!" Susan gasped, staring. "Johnny ... there's a boy...." She slid out of Johnny's grasp, frantically trying to pull her skirt over her knees, blushing.
The other boy just stood there, perfectly motionless, his eyes fixed on the couple in the car. Susan scrambled to the other side of the car, knowing that it was no use, that he had seen everything. He had seen her writhing under Johnny's cock, her skirt around her waist, her bare ass bouncing under the young boy's strokes.
Johnny turned his head, saw the boy, and grinned. "It's my kid brother," he told Susan matter-of-factly. "Jerry. He musta followed me or something." He slid out of the car, unconcernedly stuffing his prick inside his jeans.
Jerry gulped. He was almost as shocked as Susan. He knew who she was, of course. She was Mrs. Thompson, the teacher at school, the one all the older boys called 'Big Tits'. In secret. But he had never heard anything about her ... and yet, here she was, out in the woods with his brother. Jerry didn't know much about sex, but he knew what they had been doing. He had seen pictures.
He looked at his brother appealingly. Johnny didn't seem that mad.
"Wow, I'm sorry," Jerry whispered. "I didn't mean nothin'. I was just ... I just thought you were going to the beach. Honest." He stared at Susan, his eyes falling automatically to her rumpled skirt, and he blushed, remembering that just a few minutes ago he had seen that skirt high above her thighs, with his brother firmly planted between them.
Johnny looked at his brother, feeling immensely grown up. "Jerry, this is a big secret. Missus Thompson and I don't want anybody to know, okay? You don't tell anybody, or I'll break your neck." He grinned.
"I won't tell," Jerry mumbled. "Honest I won't." He moved closer to the car, still staring at Susan, hardly hearing Johnny's words.
Susan looked at the young boy, noticing the way he was staring at her, and felt a pang of embarrassment. He was looking at her hungrily, the same way Johnny had looked at her.
"No, dear, you mustn't tell." Susan said sweetly. "How did you get here-on your bike?" At the boy's nod, she continued. "And you came by yourself?"
Jerry nodded again. He walked over to the car, still staring at Susan, his eyes glued to her body. He felt like he was in a dream, his movements as slow as if he were sleep walking. For an endless moment he stood there, staring at the woman, then he swallowed. "Do you think ... do you think I could do it, too?" he blurted out. "Like Johnny?"
Susan stared at the boy in horror, closing her eyes against the mute appeal in his. "No ... no," she murmured. "I can't let you do that ... it would be too awful. Really, you don't want to." She opened her eyes, staring wildly at the boy, realizing that her words had no effect on him. He was still watching her patiently, as if he were aware of her inner turmoil.
"You're too young," Johnny said scornfully. "You're just a kid!" He threw his shoulders back, grinning at his brother.
"I'm only a year younger than you!" Jerry said. "And I don't see why I can't do it if you did. And you did, 'cause I saw you! And if you don't let me, I'll tell. I'll tell Mom, and she'll kill you. Both of you."
Susan looked at the boy in utter dismay, recognizing the truth of his words. He was furious, mad enough to do anything if he didn't get his way. She sighed, accepting the inevitable, and felt a flicker of desire as she looked at his body.
"Well, dear, I guess I'll have to let you then, won't I?" Susan said slowly. "And if I do, you won't tell, right?" He nodded, and she smiled sadly, realizing that she was now truly lost. Seducing one child was bad enough, but two! Even if she hadn't planned this, it was still equally depraved in her mind, because she was undeniably feeling excited at the hot glare in his eyes.
"You don't hafta!" Johnny said. "I'll keep him quiet!" He glared at his brother, furious. "You little stoolie. I should just break your neck."
"No, dear. It's easier this way," Susan said softly. "Jerry won't tell if he has some fun with us." She smiled at the boy suddenly, her eyes meeting his, then dropping to his pelvis. "And he's all worked up already, aren't you dear?" She stretched out her hand, feeling an unendurable desire to touch the hard little bulge in his pants. "How old are you, Jerry? Thirteen? You're quite grown up for thirteen, you know? What would you like to do ... would you like me to suck it for you? Johnny likes that, when I suck it."
"Uh ... could I just touch it? Your . ... down there?" Jerry said, nervous now that he had gotten his way. He looked at his brother, but Johnny snorted and turned away.
"Okay, dear. Anything you want. Have you ever seen a lady's pussy?" Susan stretched back in the car, motioning the boy to come closer. "Come over here, darling, and I'll show you my pussy." She trembled, suddenly wildly excited at the thought of seducing this other boy. Slowly, she lifted her skirt around her waist, over her smooth thighs, and spread her legs, directing his gaze to the pink hole, opening herself with her fingers so he could see inside.
"Wow," Jerry breathed, leaning closer. "It's all wet." He reached out carefully, touching the puffy lips with the tip of his finger.
"That's 'cause I just came in there," Johnny volunteered, squatting down beside his brother. "And she gets all wet when she's excited too. Boy, you should taste it, when she cums."
"Taste it?" Jerry said wonderingly. "You mean you put your mouth on it?" He looked at his brother.
"Oh yeah. We do everything," Johnny bragged. "Go on, stick your finger in it. She loves that, right Susan?"
"Oh yes, yes, dear. Put your finger in it. Touch my pussy, Jerry. Put it right in the hole, right where you'd put your cock." Susan lifted her legs encouragingly, shivering. "That's where boys put their cocks to fuck me. Ooooo, yes!" Susan groaned as the young boy probed her twat, his finger sliding easily into her distended hole.
"Wow, it's hot!" Jerry wriggled his finger inside the woman's cunt, feeling the spongy texture of her flesh. "And ... it's like grabbing at my finger!" He shoved his finger in deeper, up to the hilt.
"Wait'll you feel it on your cock! You'll think she's jacking you off with a million fingers," Johnny bragged. He had taken his own cock out of his jeans again, and was stroking it slowly, watching his brother feel the woman's cunt. "Go on, Jerry, run your finger in and out. Finger fuck her ... she really digs that!"
Jerry began running his finger in and out of the puffy hole, watching the way her slick flesh seemed to suck at his probing digit. "Wow! It's getting even wetter!" He rammed his hand in and out enthusiastically, feeling the woman bounce under his strokes.
"OOOH! YES! FINGER FUCK ME! DO IT!" Susan cried, totally oblivious to anything now except the fire that was raging through her. Her previous bouts with Johnny had only whetted her appetite, and she was ready for more!
"Jeez, there she goes," Johnny whispered. "Get on her, Jerry! Pull your cock out and get on her!" He was jacking off rhythmically, his hand flying up and down his cock shaft as he watched his brother.
Jerry reached down with his free hand, unzipping his jeans. His prick burst free, and he clambered nervously into the car, copying his brother's earlier movements, settling between Susan's thighs. She was rolling from side to side, and she moaned when he took his finger out.
"Don't stop! I love it! Do it to me! Don't stop!" she cried frantically, reaching for him. "Oh God! Please!"
"Help me," Jerry whispered nervously. He was holding his dick in both hands, aiming it at the hole his finger had just vacated.
"Just put it in," Johnny gasped. "Right where your finger was! Put your prick in her and fuck her!" He reached down, opening Susan's cunt with his fingers, and Susan groaned encouragingly.
"That's it, dear. Hurry! I need your cock! Your beautiful cock," she mumbled, reaching down and grasping his root, bringing it to the entrance to her canal. "Now do it! Shove it in!"
Jerry was near fainting. The heat from the woman's crotch washed over his prick, making him ache all over, and he thrust forward wildly, somehow going in the right hole. "I'm in! I'm in her cunt!" he cried in triumph as his dick slid in. "Oh God! It's so hot! And wet!" He groaned. He had never felt anything to compare with the slick sponginess of her twat as it sucked at his cock, drawing it deep inside her steamy recesses. He felt the sperm rising in his prick, and he tried to fight it down, determined to enjoy these sensations as long as possible.
As Jerry slammed his dick home, Susan spasmed, her already overwrought body convulsing under the impetus of his thrust. "OH! FUCK! FUCK ME! HARD!" she yelled, wrapping her legs around the boy. Her hip moved up to meet his strokes, and she began to quiver, her cunt clutching at the shaft of his cock as he pumped into her with short uneven jabs.
"OH! I CAN'T STAND IT! I'M GONNA CUM!" Jerry cried in surprise. He couldn't hold back-the tight wetness of her clutching pussy was too much for his untrained body! With a wild cry, he thrust once more into her body, his balls pouring out a load of cream. "My head's coming off! AAAGGGH! I'M CUMMING! IN HER CUNT! OHHHHHH!"
Susan felt the boy burst inside her, and she spasmed as the flood of sperm hit her, as much from the thought of his virgin cream sloshing into her as from the physical sensations. She held the boy tightly to her, grinding her pussy against him, striving to hold him inside her, her orgasm still fluttering in the base of her belly.
Jerry pulled away, his cock sliding limply from the woman's clutching hole. "Wow. That was something," he groaned, slumping to the ground.
"Jeez, you came in two seconds flat," Johnny said, looking at his brother. His own cock was rock hard again, and he looked at Susan appraisingly. "Hey, watch this," he boasted. "I had a far out idea last night." He clambered over the woman's prone body, reaching for her blouse. "Wait'll you see her tits, Jerry."
Susan lay back, letting the boy do what he would, a faint smile on her face. She didn't feel she could possibly move right now, and she lay motionless as he unbuttoned her blouse, freeing her heavy tits, pulling her bra down over her shoulders until the creamy mounds jutted free. She smiled at him encouragingly as he straddled her.
"Do you want to fuck my titties, dear?" she asked softly. "Just put your pecker between them.
Here, I'll hold them for you." She squeezed her breasts together obligingly, forming a channel, and Johnny slid his erect cock between them. He had divested himself of his jeans, and his bare ass and balls brushed her chest as he fit his prick in the channel.
"Wow, it's like fucking a pillow," Johnny gasped, stroking into the softness of Susan's bosom. "They're so big I can't even see my cock!" He plunged forward, the tip of his cock protruding from Susan's breasts, and she bent her head, trying to lick it. "That's it! Lick it!" He thrust forward again, aiming at Susan's mouth, and she caught the tip of his prick between her lips, swirling her tongue over it. "God! She's licking the head of my cock on each stroke! I'm gonna cum in her face!"
Jerry peered over his brother's shoulder, watching the older boy fuck between the teacher's massive breasts. "She sure has big tits," he whispered. "They're like balloons or something!" He watched for a moment, visibly excited, his young cock erecting again at the wanton sight. "When you shoot, it's gonna go all over her face!"
"Yeah, and she'll eat it up! She loves to eat it! She'll suck my balls dry and want more!" Johnny grunted. He stroked steadily through Susan's breasts, his prick sliding easily in the sweaty channel between her tits, the head of his cock sliding into her mouth on each stroke.
Jerry suddenly squatted down between Susan's legs again, looking at the pussy he had just spilled his virgin seed in. It was slick with moisture, a mixture of his own cream and her juices, and he dipped his finger in the wetness, remembering his brother's boast. He raised the finger to his mouth and tasted it. It wasn't bad, a slightly tangy taste with a salty overtone, and he sucked the finger dry, rolling the flavor around in his mouth.
"I'm gonna lick her down there," he announced suddenly. "Just like you did, Johnny. I'm gonna put my mouth on her pussy." He knelt between her legs, sniffing at the woman's crotch, the reek of her sex strangely pleasant in his nostrils, then stuck out his tongue tentatively, touching the puffy flesh. Susan flinched and moaned, opening her legs wider, and Jerry took a deep breath and plunged in.
Susan didn't believe it! The young boy was eating her out, on his own initiative, with no encouragement needed! She shuddered as his tongue snaked into her hot passageway, cleaning out the traces of Johnny's sperm, then swarming over the entire surface of her cunt! Fresh moisture welled inside her and trickled out of her open vagina, and the boy sucked it up eagerly, drinking it in.
"OOOH! SUCK IT! Suck my cock!" Johnny groaned. He was wildly excited, the knowledge that his little brother was sucking at Susan's cunt while he fucked her mouth driving him almost insane with lust! He plowed forward, his body jerking uncontrollably, slamming into her open mouth, his balls banging on her chest as he crouched over her mouth, fucking it, her tits forgotten! All he wanted to do now was cum, to fill her mouth with his sperm, to shoot down her throat and have her swallow his seed.
Susan gobbled hungrily at the boy's cock as he began fucking her mouth in earnest now. He was hunched over her face, his balls banging against her chin with each stroke, and she sucked as hard as she could on his rod, her cheeks caving in with the pressure as she strove to draw his cum.
"OH GOD! HER MOUTH! IT'S LIKE A FUCKING VACUUM! GOD! IT'S DRIVING ME CRAZY! I'M ALL THE WAY IN HER FUCKING THROAT! OHHHH! EAT IT! EAT MY CUM! OOOOHHHH!" Johnny pounded wildly into Susan's open mouth, his balls banging crazily against her chin. She was sucking on him so hard the pressure was almost unendurable, and he knew that he was going to shoot down her throat soon.
Susan grunted, her hands reaching up to clutch the boy's ass, to bring him even closer to her face. Her mouth was wide open, and he was ramming his cock full length down her throat. Spittle rolled from her open mouth, and she groaned as she sucked at his cock, eager for the taste of his cum. She could feel her own body spasming, her inner muscles tensing in a tight knot as Jerry fucked her cunt with his tongue, every stroke of his mouth bringing her nearer to the orgasm that would unravel the huge coil inside her. She clamped her legs tightly around his head, forcing him to suck harder, and smashed her pussy into his face, grinding the wet flesh into his mouth.
Jerry choked and swallowed as Susan's vagina released a huge glob of pussy cream. It slid easily down his throat, and he sucked harder, wanting more. Her cunt was quivering around his tongue like a live thing, pulsing and spasming, and he knew that she was reaching orgasm. Wild with excitement, he plunged his tongue in even deeper, fucking her with it, and she began to quiver all over, wrenching spasms racing through her pussy, making it clamp on his tongue like a vise. He gasped for air, his mouth filled with pussy, his nose filled with pussy, and almost choked again as she came, a huge flood of pussy juice gushing out of her quivering womb, flowing into his mouth.
"HOT SHIT! HERE IT COMES! I'M CUMMING! IN YOUR MOUTH! OH! EAT IT!" Johnny yelled, smashing into Susan's open mouth one last time, his prick swelling and exploding, sending a thick river of semen into her waiting mouth! She swallowed hungrily, her face contorted as her own orgasm ripped through her, her body spasming and convulsing in climax as she drank thirstily from the fountain of the boy's cock.
Jerry lapped at Susan's brimming cunt, cleaning out the last traces of her fluids, then looked down at himself. His prick had hardened again while he had been eating her out, and he stroked it proudly, staring at her empty pussy. His brother was slumped over her face, moaning, his buttocks working as he pumped the last bits of his load into Susan's eager mouth, and Jerry felt a fresh surge of lust. He knelt back between her thighs, opening her cunt with his fingers, knowing he was going to fuck her again, was going to put his cock in the hole he had just cleaned out and fill it up again. He shivered deliciously, picturing an endless round of filling her up and cleaning her out until he dropped with exhaustion, and fit the head of his prick between her puffy lips.
"I'm gonna fuck you now," he announced proudly. "I'm gonna stick my cock in your cunt and fuck you. And then I'm gonna eat you out again." He trembled, his new found words tumbling from his innocent lips in a rush, exciting him.
Johnny heard his brother's words dimly as he finished his orgasm, and he shivered lustfully as he pumped the last wad of semen into Susan's mouth. She swallowed it happily, looking up at him, and he pulled his limp cock from between her lips, smiling.
"Wow, that was beautiful," Johnny whispered. "You suck my cock like a fucking vacuum cleaner." He slid off of Susan's chest, squatting down as he watched his little brother prepare to fuck her cunt.
Susan shivered as Jerry parted her cunt, and her stomach muscles fluttered spasmodically. "Go on, darling," she murmured. "Fuck me ... in the cunt, in the mouth, anywhere. I love it. Do it to me." She raised her legs, presenting her cunt to the boy, and he slid into her easily, up to the hilt, his prick slicing into her greasy flesh.
Jerry groaned as her cunt flesh gripped his cock. It felt even better than before, and this time he was determined to make it last a little longer! He could still taste her cum on his lips, and he licked them, smiling, as he thrust into her pussy.
"You tasted real good, Mrs. Thompson," Jerry confided, leaning forward, his hands gripping at her breasts as he lowered himself on her.
"Darling! Kiss me and let me taste too," Susan offered, reaching up and pulling the boy to her, their lips meeting in a long kiss.
Jerry shivered at the lewdness of her words, and his dick jumped inside her, causing her to clamp down on his even harder, sending a thrill through him. He raised his head, panting.
"Gosh! Your pussy is grabbing me! I can really feel it! I bet you have the best pussy in the world!" Jerry said happily, beginning to stroke in and out. "And it's so hot!"
"That's it, dear, just take it nice and easy," Susan murmured, her own hips rising and falling with the boy's, following his lead. He fumbled for a moment, but soon he was stroking in and out steadily, his body picking up the easy rhythm. The first time he had just smashed into her blindly, unable to stop the rising tide of his virgin cum, but this time he stroked slowly, forcing himself to pace his strokes.
"Is this right?" he asked, thrusting in and out smoothly. His young hips rose and fell like well oiled pistons, and Susan gasped in delight as he twisted from side to side.
"Oh yes, yes! That's it! You're really fucking me now! That's beautiful!" Susan moaned, her body picking up his rhythm, her pelvis snapping as she screwed herself up and down his pecker. "Now, faster! Faster and harder!"
"Yeah! Give it to her! Make her cum!" Johnny grunted, his eyes glued to the couple. He lifted his cock in his fingers-it was still soft, but he fondled it gently, shivering in excitement as he watched his little brother.
"I'm gonna fuck you real good," promised Jerry. "I'm gonna fuck your pussy until you cum all over my cock! And I'm gonna fill you up with cream!" He speeded up his strokes, fighting valiantly against the urge to just plow into her body, spurting forth the semen that was lying heavy in his balls. He could hear sloshing noises as he stroked into her wet cunt, and the smell of her sex was still strong in his nose.
"Do it! DO IT NOW! FUCK! FUCK ME HARD!" Susan yelled suddenly, Don't hold back! Give it to ME! NOW!" She wrapped her legs around the boy, her pelvis smashing up against his, her cunt grabbing wildly at his cock. Electricity raced through her, and she began quivering in his grasp, her tits bouncing as she flailed from side to side.
"She's ready! Give it to her!" Johnny gasped. "Wow, look at her go! She's cumming, Jerry! She's cumming all over the place! God, I can see it running out of her cunt, down her legs! Can you feel it? It must be like fucking a river!"
As Susan's hot juices bathed his prick, Jerry lost his precarious control! With a loud cry, he plunged full length into her brimming cunt, his balls smashing against her ass!
"I'M CUMMING! HERE IT COMES! HOT FUCKING CUM! OOOHHH!" Jerry convulsed, his back arching and snapping as his hips pounded wildly into Susan's pelvis, his penis jumping and spurting deep inside her. He could feel her cunt grab at his spurting dick, and he screamed shrilly as he came. It felt like something had hit him right in the gut, making his insides explode into a mass of quivering nerve ends, and he yelled in almost anguish as he poured out his load.
"I FEEL IT! IT'S INSIDE ME! I CAN FEEL YOUR HOT CUM! OHHH! I'M CUMMING! I LOVE IT! DON'T STOP! don't EVER STOP!
OOOHHH! FUCK! FUCK!" Susan flopped wildly under the boy as she orgasmed, her breasts jouncing as she convulsed! She could feel the hot wash of his sperm hitting her insides, coating the walls of her cunt with sticky fluid, filling her up, running down her legs. She moaned weakly, her head flopping from side to side, her blonde hair streaming across the car seat.
At last, both were still. Jerry slumped forward, his head pillowed on Susan's breast, and they lay in a close embrace, breathing heavily, his cock still inside her cunt. Semen trickled from her twat, running down her thighs and puddling beneath her hips.
"Gosh, you sure did cum," Johnny said admiringly. "I didn't know you had it in you." He chuckled slightly, punching his brother lightly on the shoulder in pride.
Susan opened her eyes, looking up at the two brothers. Jerry had slid off of her and was sitting on the edge of the seat, smiling proudly back at his brother. Susan sighed, realizing for the first time how young he really was. Pulling herself together, she sat up, wincing as her legs swung around. They were still trembling, the muscles tensing from her repeated orgasms.
"Well, boys," Susan began lamely, realizing that she couldn't possibly sound firm, not to two boys who had just fucked her and sucked her until she screamed.
"Oh, Mrs. Thompson, I had no idea how great ... wow, I mean it was really fantastic!" Jerry said happily. "And I won't ever tell a living soul."
Susan eyed him warily. She knew what he meant-he wouldn't tell as long as he had access to her favors. She shrugged mentally-that was alright with her, and there was no sense pretending to herself it wasn't. She'd do anything they wanted, and any time, and to hell with the consequences! She smiled to herself a trifle grimly, realizing that nine tenths of the people in the world would damn her for a perverted debaucher of children, but she was willing to bet that they had never experienced what she had in the last few days. If she had to get her pleasure this way, she was going to do it. She smiled fondly at her two young lovers, picturing all the fun they would have.
"We'll have to be very careful," she cautioned. "About ... meeting. Don't tell your friends or anyone where you're going, and be careful no one follows you. We don't want this to happen again; I mean, I'm glad Jerry came now, but it can't happen again. It'll have to be just us, okay?"
"Oh yes ma'm, we'll be careful," Johnny promised. "Don't worry about a thing."
Susan eyed him uneasily. His words sounded extremely familiar.
CHAPTER SIX
"Hi," Johnny whispered. "Got a minute after class?" He winked broadly at Susan, and she nodded slowly. "I got a far out idea. Boy, I've had a hard on all day thinking about it!"
"Johnny!" Susan hissed, darting her eyes rapidly around the classroom. The rest of the class was filing to their desks, unconscious of the little drama.
"Yeah, I could shoot off right this second," Johnny continued, looking at Susan, letting his eyes drift over her chest. Moving so that he was in front of her with his back to the class, he reached out swiftly, his fingers brushing over the tip of her breast, making her nipple stand out.
"Damn it, I mean it," Susan whispered. "I'll see you after class, Johnny." She shot him a venomous glance, aware of her reaction to his touch, aware that her nipple burned like fire. Johnny grinned at her, completely unrepentent, smugly aware of his power.
"Okay, I'll be waiting," he promised, sauntering to his seat.
The rest of the class passed in a haze for Susan. She was constantly aware of Johnny's eyes, following her every move, caressing her body, lingering on her breasts and hips. That in itself wasn't so unusual-all the boys looked at her like that. But Johnny looked at her as if he owned her, and in his eyes was the knowledge she had given him. Susan blushed, her voice faltering in mid sentence, then continued, trying to concentrate on the lecture and failing miserably. All she really cared about was what he had in mind.
Finally, the class ended. Susan remained behind her desk, waiting. Her heat pounded with barely supressed excitement as Johnny walked over to her, but she forced calmness into her voice.
"Well, Johnny? Did you research the subject thoroughly?"
"Huh?" Johnny asked in puzzlement. Then he glanced around the room, noticing the few remaining students, and nodded. "Yeah, I did, and I found just what we need. But it isn't available today." He looked around swiftly and lowered his voice. "But Jerry'll be here in a minute. We can take up where we left off."
"Oh no we can't," Susan said flatly. "Too dangerous. I'm not taking any more chances." She got to her feet, gathering up her things. "Really, Johnny, I'm surprised at you. I thought we understood each other." She was aware of bitter disappointment coursing through her body, and she blinked rapidly, holding back her tears of frustration.
"Look, I tried," Johnny said hastily. "I found a place we can go, I got the key and everything, but it's my uncle's house and he isn't leaving until tommorrow. So I told Jerry to meet us here ... here he is." Johnny motioned to his brother, who was standing by the door inquiringly. "Come on in and lock the door."
"No! This is impossible!" Susan gasped. "I told you the first time, never again here! It's too dangerous...."
Johnny ignored the woman's protests. "It's okay. Just keep it down," he said briefly. "Janitor doesn't get here until four, so the building's empty until then." He grinned at her, moving in, one hand unzipping the front of his jeans, exposing a sizeable erection.
Susan backed up hopelessly, her eyes riveted on the erect cock pointing at her, her resolution wavering. It was probably fairly safe, she reasoned. She licked her suddenly dry lips with her tongue.
"No," she muttered, but her heart wasn't in it, and Johnny smiled triumphantly.
"Wow, you really want it, dontcha?" he whispered. "Tell me how much you want it, Susan. I've been playing with myself all day, just thinking about you. I musta jerked off a dozen times, but there's plenty left." He circled his cock with his fingers, rubbing it skillfully.
"Yes. I want it," Susan whispered in defeat. "Give it to me...."
"Not yet," Johnny whispered hoarsely, enjoying himself. "I want you to give Jerry and me a show first. Do you know, I've never seen your body. Naked. Show it to us. Take off your dress and show us your tits, Susan."
"Yeah," Jerry concurred. He slid into one of the front row seats, his eyes glued on his brother and the woman. "Yeah, Mrs. Thompson. I wanta see your titties." He reached down and unzipped his jeans, taking his pecker out and fondling it lovingly, glancing around a little first. It seemed so weird, doing this right in school, in the same class room he took history in, and somehow that added to the excitement! His dick swelled between his fingers, and he began jacking off slowly.
"God," Susan muttered. "Filthy little boys." But she obeyed, her fingers trembling, her heart pounding with excitement at the sight of their erect cocks. She gazed at the two boys, comparing their tools. Johnny's was the largest, jutting proudly from his brown pubic bush in a long arch. She could see his balls hanging between his legs, moving and stirring in their wrinkled sac as he ran his hand up and down his penis. Jerry's dick was smaller, not quite as fully developed, and lighter in color, with a rosy pink head capping it, already oozing a droplet of moisture.
"Well come on," Johnny said briskly. He moved over to Susan, running his hands possessively over her body, molding her breasts with his fingers.
"Take it off."
Susan smiled. She was getting really turned on by the look in the boy's eyes as he devoured the sight of her, and she raised her hand slowly, moving his aside.
"You want to see my body, huh? My tits? And my cunt?" She slowly unbuttoned her blouse, noticing the way both boys leaned forward in anticipation. Slowly, her bousse opened, and she shrugged it over her shoulders, her breasts jutting proudly from her bra, swelling over the top in sensuous curves. Her fingers dropped to her skirt, unbuttoning the waistband, letting it fall to the floor in a heap until she stood there, clad only in bra and pants.
"Wow. Wow," Jerry breathed, his hand moving faster on his cock. "Beautiful."
Susan slowly unfastened her bra, leaning forward, letting her massive breasts swing free. She held her pink tipped breasts in both hands, lifting them, squeezing them, holding them out for the boys to admire. Her fingers rubbed the nipples until they stood out like little cocks, and she moaned faintly with pleasure.
"I love to play with my breasts," Susan murmured. "It feels so good, rubbing them like this ... my nipples are all hard and ready for sucking. Would you like to suck my tit, Johnny?" She grinned at the boys, knowing that her lewd words were exciting them. They were exciting her too-she could feel her pussy getting wet and slippery, and a tremor of anticipation shot through her.
"Show us your pussy," Jerry whispered hoarsely, his eyes glazed. "Please, Mrs. Thompson! Show us your cunt!"
Susan circled a finger around the waistband of her panties teasingly, moving them down a bit, letting a few blonde curls peep over the edge.
"GO ON! TAKE THEM OFF!" Johnny commanded sharply, leaning forward, his hand a rapid blur on his cock. "Oh God, I'm gonna shoot off in a second! I'm so hard I can't stand it! Go on, let me see your cunt!"
Susan smiled, enjoying herself. She slid her finger inside her pants, between her legs, sticking it into her twat. "I'm all wet ... wet and ready," she whispered. She hunched down on her finger, digging it up inside her dripping twat, and Jerry groaned wildly.
"Oh ... she's feeling herself up! She's fingering herself ... I can't stand it." He moaned feverishly, slumping down in the desk chair, his fingers flying on his cock. "I'm gonna cum ... right here ... I can't stand it...."
"Wait darling, let me show you my pussy," Susan crooned, sliding her panties down her legs, exposing her blonde thatched cunt. She spread her thighs wide, holding herself open to their gaze, and slid a finger inside herself, sliding it in and out of the puffy lips, then holding it up, glistening with pussy cream.
"That's enough," Johnny gasped. He had ripped off his jeans, and now he moved naked over to his teacher, grasping her from behind around the waist. "Bend over-over the desk," he commanded roughly, pushing her across the desk.
Susan groaned, sprawling forward across her desk, her large white ass raised in the air. The cool air hit her pussy and she moaned, wriggling her hips invitingly.
"Go on, darling! Stick it in me," she invited, looking back over her shoulder. "I want it so bad ... I'm dripping wet and ready for you!"
Johnny thrust his hand between her legs, sliding a finger into the wetness of her cunt, and positioned himself behind her. Jerry bent forward, his eyes glued to the exciting sight of Susan's cunt from the back view, feasting on the puffy lips hanging down from her heavy bush.
"Are ya gonna do it from behind?" Jerry gasped.
"Yeah, like that picture I showed you," Johnny said. "Open your legs, baby, 'cause I'm going in!" He fit the engorged head of his cock between her greasy cunt lips and pressed forward sharply, sliding into her wet canal easily. "Oh ... it's tight this way!" He plunged forward enthusiastically, his balls crashing against her ass as he sliced into her wet flesh.
"OOOH! YES! FUCK! FUCK!" Susan cried, her voice rising uncontrollably as the boy thrust into her. Her hips moved wildly, rotating in circles, pressing back against the boy's pelvis as he fucked her.
"Jerry! Shut her up!" Johnny commanded his brother. "She's gonna scream the building down!"
Jerry staggered up, holding his cock in both hands as if he thought it would break. "What do I do?"
"Shit, I dunno! Shove your cock in her mouth, that'll quiet her down," Johnny hissed. "Oh boy, she's gripping my dick like you wouldn't believe!" He plowed into Susan's cunt joyfully, his hands gripping at her sweaty ass for leverage, his fingers clutching at her slippery flesh, leaving little red welts on the satiny flesh.
Jerry nodded at his brother's suggestion. It sounded like the best idea he'd heard in ages! He ran rapidly to the other side of the desk, standing in front of Susan, and pulled her head up to his crotch.
"Suck it, please ma'm. Suck my cock!" the young boy urged, pointing his prick at her open mouth. Susan wordlessly took his prick between her lips, letting it slide into her mouth, her lips nibbling down the shaft.
"That's it! Fuck her mouth!" Johnny muttered. "Do him good, Susan, blow the shit out of him! Make him cream all down your throat!" He began stroking steadily into her churning ass, trying to keep his balance as she bucked and heaved beneath him. "Goddam, what a ride! She's really going wild! I can feel her shaking inside already!"
Jerry sank into Susan's mouth, shuddering as her agile lips gobbled at his rigid shaft. She was sucking him at the same time, her cheeks caving in with the effort as she sucked, and on each upstroke her tongue would swirl over the head of his penis, hitting the most sensitive nerves.
"I'm gonna cum any second! I can't stand this shit! Her mouth's like a goddam vacuum," Jerry hissed tensely, hunching wildly into Susan's mouth.
"Go on, buddy, do it! Fill her mouth! She loves it! She'll eat every drop!" Johnny yelled, carried away. "Oh GOD! Fuck me! Move that ass! Shake it!"
Susan heard the boys' words dimly through the fog that surrounded her. Her body was convulsing, shaking and quivering, her ass churning wildly under Johnny's strokes. She clenched down with her pussy, tightening herself even more around him, urging him to fuck her harder! She moaned, her mouth full of Jerry's cock, and her moan seemed to convey the message, for Johnny began really pounding it to her, his hips moving like pistons as he stroked again and again into her cunt!
"That's it! FUCK ME! I'M GONNA SHOOT! OHHH!" Johnny cried exuberantly. "Hot shit, baby! You've got the hottest cunt in town! Use those muscles! Make me cum! Milk me, baby! Milk me dry!"
Jerry suddenly stiffened, his entire body tensing. "OH! HERE IT COMES! I'M CUMMING IN HER MOUTH! OH! OH! OHHH! EAT IT! EAT MY CUM!" He trembled, then smashed wildly into Susan's face, his balls crushing against her chin as they lifted and exploded, pouring a sticky stream of semen into her throat! She drank eagerly, her throat muscles working on his cock as she swallowed, milking him, draining him!
Susan grunted, sucking at the tube of Jerry's cock, trying to drink the last droplets of sperm. She felt like she could drink from his fountain forever, drink the creamy thick emmission until she drowned in it! Her orgasm was rippling through her stomach, tantalizingly on the verge, and she rammed her hips back against Johnny frantically, trying to pull him in even deeper.
"OH! HERE GOES! I'M CUMMING!" Johnny grunted, pumping furiously into Susan's cunt, his dick swelling in the dim recesses of her clutching flesh, then bursting and flooding her slippery canal with semen! "OOHHH! HOT CUM! HOT FUCKING CUM! I'M FILLING YOU UP!"
As Johnny came, the wet flood of his sperm hitting her tender insides triggered Susan's response, and she convulsed, her ass shaking frantically as spasms rippled through all her muscles, making her buck and shudder under the boy like a landed fish! He held on grimly, pumping out the last of his load into her convulsing vagina, his hands clamped firmly on her buttocks.
"Oh wow," Johnny groaned, collapsing on top of Susan, his breathing ragged. "Wow, Jerry, you gotta try it this way. It was really far out! Real tight! And the way she moves her ass!"
"Yeah. Let me rest a minute," Jerry gasped, extricating his cock from Susan's mouth. She cleaned off the last bits of sperm lovingly, smiling up at him, and he slumped into the desk chair, breathing raggedly.
Susan remained spread across the desk, her breasts crushing into the top, her ass in the air. Little trickles of semen trailed down her thighs, and finally she moved, standing up, her legs wobbling.
"Lord, you boys are going to be the death of me," she said, laughing slightly as she sank into a chair. She looked around the room, realizing that she was sitting in her classroom with two of her students, all three stark naked, in mid afternoon. Suddenly, the whole thing struck her as hysterically funny, and she began to laugh wildly, tears rolling down her cheeks.
"Wow, what's so funny?" Johnny asked questioningly. He was wiping his penis off carefully with his hand, examining it. She had clenched down so hard on it that he had wondered if it were injured, but apparently penises were made of stronger stuff than he had thought. It was swelling slightly again, hardening in his fingers as he watched Susan laugh, her breasts bouncing enticingly.
"Oh ... nothing," Susan gasped. "I was just thinking of Old Bob the janitors face if he walked in." She broke into fresh peals of laughter and the boys exchanged glances, wondering if she had flipped.
"What's funny about that?" Jerry asked reasonably. "I thought you were so worried about being caught."
"I am ... oh, it's just that the whole thing is so unbelievable," Susan gasped. "If anybody had told me this would happen, I would have thought they were crazy. I mean, for years and years I didn't even think about sex, and suddenly here I am, acting like some kind of sex maniac or something."
"Yeah, well, that's okay. We like you this way a lot better," Johnny said soothingly, wondering why she broke out into laughter again. He shook his head, dismissing the vagaries of women. "Come on, Susan, let's not waste any time. It's getting late and I wanta fuck some more before we leave." He stood up, waving his semi erect cock at her proudly. "No sense waiting."
Susan laughed again, then sobered, a gleam coming back in her eyes. "No ... no sense wasting it," she agreed. "You're right, it's getting late."
CHAPTER SEVEN
"What I want to try now is in your ass," Johnny said solemnly. "These pictures I saw, well, there was this guy fucking this lady in the rear. Not in the cunt, like I just did, but in her ass hole. Have you ever done it that way?"
Susan shuddered. "No, and I don't want to either," she said firmly. "It's fine the way it is. I've heard about that, and it hurts too much, and it could injure me." She regarded the boy sternly, feeling exactly like a school teacher. "Promise that you won't try that, okay?"
"Okay," said Johnny disappointedly. "But you should see those pictures-the lady was really digging it. Are you sure...."
"I said no," Susan said firmly. "But you can put it anywhere else, darling. I loved it in my cunt from behind. You can do that again if you like, or fuck my titties again, or my mouth...."
"Oh, I liked it from behind," Johnny said innocently. "Okay if we do it that way again?" He stroked his prick slowly. "It was real tight, and I got in deep that way."
"Darling. Of course," Susan said, relieved that he had abandoned the other subject. She really didn't want to be screwed in the ass-she had heard too many horror stories about that! "And Jerry ... what would you like, dear?"
"I'll just watch," Jerry said, catching a glance from his brother. He settled back in the chair, wondering what was going on.
Susan bent over the desk again, raising her ass invitingly. "Go on, dear. Do it to me," she murmured. "Stick me."
Johnny stood behind Susan, running his hands over her luscious ass, parting the buttocks and rubbing his finger between them. His finger found the tiny puckered hole of her anus, and he pressed into the resilient flesh slightly. Susan jumped.
"No, dear, not there," she hissed.
"I won't," Johnny promised. "I'm just playing." He pressed his finger in, feeling the rich sponginess of her flesh, and his eyes glittered. "Hey, is it okay if I kiss it? Your asshole I mean?" Without waiting for an answer, he bent forward, licking her sweaty ass, running his tongue up and down the crack, and finally pressing it into the tiny hole.
"Oooo," Susan squealed as the red hot snake of Johnny's tongue pierced into her bum hole. She wriggled. It didn't feel bad at all-in fact, it felt great! She pressed back against his face encouragingly, feeling his wet mouth on her rear, and shuddered voluptuously.
"Wow, he's licking your asshole," Jerry whispered in awe. He bent forward, watching his brother stick his tongue in the woman's ass and shivered. It was the dirtiest thing he had ever seen, and it turned him on immensely! His dick swelled in his fingers, and he rubbed it frantically, wishing that he had thought of that instead of his brother.
Johnny gave Susan's asshole a last swipe with his tongue and raised his head. "Tastes good," he said wonderingly. "Kinda weird, but good." He hadn't really wanted to do that, but he wanted to get her off guard. He hadn't forgotten his desire to fuck her in the ass, and he was determined now to do it whether she wanted to or not. The feel of her tight asshole on his tongue had been enough to convince him!
"Go on, darling! Do it! I'm ready," Susan said, groaning, eager for the boy to enter her. Her ass twitched in excitement, and she raised it, presenting her pussy to his stroke, trembling in anticipation.
Johnny ran his hands between her legs, playing in the wet marsh of her cunt, running a finger into the sloppy depths of her pussy. She was dripping with sperm and pussy juice, and her twat felt looser than before, widened by the furious fucking. He tweaked her protruding clitoris, rubbing it between his fingers, and she groaned and pressed down on his hand.
"Please! I'm so wet! Do it, Johnny! Put it in! I can't wait," Susan begged. "Hurry!" She squirmed frantically, trying to force the boy's fingers up inside her, and her cunt snapped at his hand like a mouth.
"Okay, Susan. I'm gonna do it now," Johnny announced. He slid his hand over her ass, parting her ass cheeks roughly, and presented his cock head to the opening of her anus, pressing in gently.
"NO! I SAID NO!" Susan cried, squirming away frantically as the boy's intentions became clear.
"Jerry! Hold her! I'm going in her ass!" Johnny said tersely. "And you better shut up, or you will have the janitor in here! And I bet you wouldn't think it funny either!" He held her ass cheeks apart, pressing forward ruthlessly. Her flesh gave before his rigid rod, and the head sank into her asshole, clearly out-lined beneath the thin skin. Johnny gasped at the sight and pushed harder, going in about an inch before he met resistance.
"NNNGGG! NO! NO! I WON'T LET YOU!" Susan wailed, pain shooting through her rear. "IT HURTS! STOP IT RIGHT NOW!"
Jerry reached out, pinioning the woman's shoulders on the desk, breathing raggedly in excitement. "Go on, Johnny! I've got her," he gasped. "Are you in?"
"No ... not yet!" Johnny grated. "But here I go! Shut her up, Jerry!" He tensed his muscles, then plunged forward, his pecker ripping into the hot buttery flesh of Susan's ass, tearing aside her tender membranes! He could feel the tight ring of muscle give way before the battering rod of his cock, and he grunted in excitement as he plowed into her ass, thrusting all the way in!
Susan slumped forward. She couldn't move, not with Jerry's hands pinioning her to the desk and Johnny's cock impaling her from behind. She bit her lip, holding back the scream that threatened to burst from her mouth, knowing that she didn't dare make any more noise. Pain ripped through her vitals, radiating from her battered ass, the most intense agony she had ever felt! She could feel her flesh tearing under his onslaught, her delicate membranes ripping before the thrust of his cock, and she groaned in agony, tears spurting from her eyes.
"Oh please, please, you're killing me! Please stop! I'll do anything you want, anything, just please stop," she whimpered.
"Hold still or I really will hurt you," Johnny gasped, plunging in. He rested for a moment, his cock buried in her asshole, enjoying the dark warmth. It was a lot hotter than her cunt, and tighter too, and he moved slightly, stirring her shit, then pulled out and stroked in again. He groaned.
"Hot shit! It's like fucking a tub of shit!" Johnny grunted, moving in and out slowly, testing. His balls banged against her ass as he sunk in to the hilt.
Susan held still, afraid to breathe. The pain was growing in intensity, increasing with every stroke. He's killing me, she thought. I'm going to be ripped apart. She felt a trickle of something dribble out of her rear, and she knew what it was. Blood. She was going to bleed to death. And she deserved it. This was her punishment for seducing the boys.
"Go ahead! Move your ass!" Johnny commanded suddenly. "I'm in you now! Fuck me! Move your fucking ass and give me a ride!" He reached between her legs, thrusting a finger up inside her cunt, which was dry as a bone from the shock of his painful entry. "You can do it! Move it!" He pumped into her ass a few times, beginning to be worried. He hadn't really wanted to hurt her! The lady in the picture had looked like she liked it-he had been sure Susan would too.
"Hey, I think she's fainted," Jerry said worriedly. "Did you hurt her or something? I thought...."
"Shit no, she's okay. Just give her a chance to get used to it," Johnny said boldly. "I'm gonna fuck her ass until she digs it, and then I'm gonna cream in there! Wow, you should feel it! It's hot as shit, and dry! It feels really weird!"
Johnny was running his fingers in and out of Susan's cunt now, keeping time with his strokes in her ass. In and out, in and out! He fucked her ass steadily, holding back, determined to make her move! Suddenly, he felt a slight response, deep inside her cunt, as moisture trickled onto his fingers.
"THAT'S IT! SHE'S OKAY! SHE'S BEGINNING TO MOVE!" Jerry shouted at the same time. "I can see her ass-she's moving it back against your cock. She's fucking you, Johnny!"
Susan had felt Johnny's finger enter her cunt, and she had tensed for a moment, the new sensation vying with the pain in her ass. For a moment, his finger scraped painfully in her dry twat, but then the pain began to recede, mingling with pleasure. To her intense surprise, she found that his cock was no longer hurting in her ass. It felt sore, but the agonizing pain was gone, replaced by a warm glow radiating from her cunt! She moved her hips experi mentally, back against his cock, and found that she wanted it! She wanted him to fuck her ass!
"Oh yeah, baby! That's the way! Do it! Move that ass! You're fucking now!" Johnny cried in triumph as Susan moved against him. Her ass muscles were sucking at him now, pulling him deep into her hot dry bunghole, squeezing on the head of his cock until he thought his balls would burst. He plunged in furiously, his balls smashing against her ass with each stroke, squishing in the moisture that was dribbling from her twat!
"OOOO! YES! Fuck my ass! Give it to me! Ream me out!" Susan cried wildly, bucking her ass up and down, rotating it in circles, screwing herself back onto the fucking pole of Johnny's cock.
"Ram me! Cram me full of cock! I love it! Give it to me! Ram that finger up my cunt!"
Johnny smiled grimly, holding on to her plunging ass with one hand, while he finger fucked her dripping pussy with the other. He could feel her juices running over his hand, and he rammed it way up inside her, slamming it home in unison with his strokes in her ass.
"She loves it! I knew she would! She's dripping all over my hand! OH YEAH! FUCK ME, BABY! I'M GONNA CREAM IN YOUR ASS! SHAKE IT!"
Susan groaned, wildly excited by the whole wanton scene. She could feel her orgasm building up inside her, churning in her belly, trembling in the pit of her vitals. Her legs shook uncontrollably, her muscles spasming as sensation after sensation ripped through her body. She pressed back wildly, eager to feel the hot rush of his sperm splashing into her bowels, her cunt gripping at his fingers, her mouth open as she grunted with each stroke.
"OH! OH! OH! FUCK! FUCK!! FUCK! IN MY ASS! DO IT! CUM IN MY ASS!" Susan moaned feverishly, her ass bucking up and down as she fought towards orgasm. She knew she was almost there-just a little more....
"OH YEAH! Do it, Johnny! Cum in her ass! She's going wild, man! She's shaking all over!" Jerry jerked off rapidly, unable to control himself. The scene had really gotten to him, and he knew that he was going to shoot. He had to-his balls were so tight that they hurt, and there was a dull pounding roar inside his ears that blocked out thought, that blocked out everything but the need to cum!
"HERE IT COMES! IN YOUR ASS! NOW! GET READY 'CAUSE HERE IT COMES! HOT FUCKING SPERM! IN YOUR ASS! OOHHHHHHH!" Johnny screamed, forgetting his earlier admonition in his intense excitement, and smashed into her rear one last time, his balls erupting, sending a searing hot column of thick sperm splashing into the inner recesses of her shit hole! He could feel her ass clamp down on his spurting cock, and he screamed again in agony as his orgasm ripped through him, his body snapping back and forth like a sapling in a high wind with the force of his climax.
As Johnny spilled his seed into the dank recesses of her bowels, Susan gave a yelp and climaxed, her long sought orgasm flooding her body in joyful waves. She arched her body like a bow, her skin rippling as her muscles contracted in spasm after spasm of intense pleasure that was almost pain.
"AAAGGGHHH! I CAN FEEL IT! IN MY ASS! OH! IT'S SO HOT! BURNING ME UP! HOT CUM! CUM! IN MY ASS! I'M CUMMING, CUMMING, I CAN'T STOP!" Susan convulsed again, a second, then a third time, as a series of orgasms tore through her, making her flail uncontrollably, speared on the shooting stick of Johnny's cock.
"OOOH! I CAN SEE IT ... YOUR CUM ... IN HER ASS. ... OH! OH! I'M CUMMING!" Jerry cried, his glazed eyes focusing on Susan's ass. His hand clenched down on his shaft and he began to shoot, great globs of thick cream spurting from the head of his cock, flying through the air, splattering onto Susan's writhing body. He watched in amazement as his sperm landed on her, shocked at the amount of cum that he was emitting! It spurted from his cock in a never ending stream, sticking to the woman's back, running down her sides.
Johnny looked up blindly at his brother's cry, his eyes widening. "Oh fuck," he groaned. "He's cumming all over the goddam room." He collapsed against Susan's ass, his cock slipping from her bunghole, sliding out with a plop, followed by a rush of semen. He looked down at her ass-strings of semen adorned her, running from her asshole, mixed with blood, dabbed all over her body from Jerry's spurting prick. The younger boy had finally quit cumming and was staring at the result of his orgasm in fascination.
Susan looked up. She was exhausted, and her ass felt like someone had reamed her out with a hot poker, but she was satisfied, her last series of orgasms having quieted the raging lust inside her. Groaning, she slid her feet to the floor, slumping down.
"Pretty good, huh?" Johnny said, looking at her, hoping she wasn't mad. She smiled at him wearily.
"Jesus, I won't sit down for a week," she groaned. "Don't you ever do what you're told?" She smiled at him, taking the sting out of her words.
"Yeah, sometimes," Johnny said. "Hey, what is it?"
Susan had lifted her head sharply, listening. "Sssshhh," she cautioned. All three were absolutely silent for a few seconds, the only sound the ragged beating of their hearts.
"Wow, what is it?" Johnny whispered nervously, looking around.
"Oh ... I thought I heard something," Susan said slowly. She got up quickly, going to the window and lifting the shade a trifle, peering out. "No ... I guess I was wrong." She turned back to the boys, but the mood was broken. The outside world had intruded, and they all became aware of the precariousness of their positions.
"Well, we better clean up the room a little," Johnny said, looking around. "If Old Billy sees this, he won't know what to think!" He waved a hand, indicating the puddles of semen on the desk and floor, and the three laughed.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Tim Thompson looked at his mother across the dining table. She smiled back at him, and he blushed, lowering his eyes hastily. It can't have been true, the boy told himself. I must have imagined it. He looked at his mother again. She looked exactly like she always had; a little flushed, and with a strange smile on her mouth, but other than that no different. Not at all.
"Is anything wrong, dear?" Susan asked. "You haven't eaten hardly anything. Do you feel like you're coming down with the flu or something?" She surveyed her son worriedly.
"No. I'm fine. Excuse me," Tim mumbled, standing up abruptly and fleeing from his mother's inquisitive gaze. He practically ran from the room, up to the sanctuary of the bedroom, slamming the door behind him and falling on the bed.
"It couldn't have been," Tim whispered to himself. "It couldn't have been Mom." His mind returned to the scene he had inadvertently witnessed that afternoon.
Tim had had to stay late after school for baseball practice, and he had been crossing the parking lot when he noticed his mother's car was still there. It was late, going on three thirty, and he had decided to go up to her classroom, to see if she was going to be much longer or could give him a ride home then. As he approached the sophmore history room, he had noticed that the door was closed. That was weird, and he had hesitated outside before trying the handle. It was locked. That was weirder still. No one ever locked their classroom doors-Old Billy the janitor was notorious for losing his master key, and the teachers usually just left their rooms unlocked for him.
Tim had tried the handle again, and was about to knock and call out to see if his mother was there, when he became aware of strange sounds issuing from behind the closed door. Grunts, and moans. A woman's voice crying out in a strangled tone. Tim had caught his breath-maybe someone was trying to kill his mother! Scarcely daring to breathe, he had pressed his eye to the keyhold-and seen the scene that he pictured so vividly now.
A woman, bending over the desk, her ass in the air, fully naked, and behind her a boy he recognized. Johnny Taylor, also naked, with his cock buried in the woman's ass! Tim had caught his breath in utter amazement, staring through the keyhole eagerly, his own prick stirring at the wanton scene! He had never seen anything like that-it looked like something he imagined when he jerked off! But it was really happening, and Johnny Taylor was getting it on, right there in his mother's classroom, plunging his prick into some lady's rear end! And Johnny was only fourteen-only two years older than he was!
Tim had watched in growing excitement, his cock pulsing in his jeans, wondering who the lady was, and what they were doing in his Mom's classroom, and how Johnny had lucked out. And then the lady had turned her head over her shoulder, crying out in that strange strangled voice, and Tim had seen who it was. His mother.
For an endless moment, Tim had just stood there, shock blinding him. Johnny Taylor was fucking his mother. He blinked, looking again, and became aware that there was another boy in the room-Johnny's brother Jerry. And he was standing there jerking off. At that point, Tim had stood up, his head whirling, unwilling to believe what he had just seen. Then he had bent down again, drawn by the irresistible sight, and had watched. He had watched Johnny Taylor shoot his wad into his mother's ass, and he had watched Jerry Taylor shoot off all over everything, and he had watched his mother shaking and trembling under the boy's cock, obviously enjoying the whole thing. And his own cock had swollen and hardened until he couldn't stand it any longer, and he had taken it our and jerked off himslef, standing there in the hallway, his eyes pressed to the keyhole.
He had jerked off, watching his mother getting screwed. Tim groaned aloud, still unwilling to believe it had really happened. He had shot off into his hand, his cum splattering on the door, and he had scraped it off with trembling hands, digusted at himself. Then he had gone home, waiting for his mother. She had come home, fixed his supper, looking as if nothing had ever happened.
"Gosh, I still don't believe it," Tim muttered. "Just like an old whore lady. It couldn't have been ... it must have been somebody else." He buried his face in the pillow, trying to shut off the images that danced through his brain, trying to forget what he had seen. Because he was getting hard again, thinking about it. And somehow, that was the worse thing of all, that he had stood there and jerked off, over his own mother. And he was going to do it again. He couldn't help himself. His hand stole down to his prick, rubbing it through the thin material of his jeans, as he remembered how his mother had looked, her big breasts jouncing, her white ass shaking.
"No! Not my Mom. I can't." Tim groaned, pulling his hand away from his cock. Suddenly he remembered some pictures a guy at school had given him. If he had to jerk off, it would be better to do it with those. That was bad enough, but nobody would jerk off over his own mother, no matter what his mother had done. Tim slid off the bed, rummaging through his drawers until he found the pictures. He didn't know what he was going to do about his mother, but he knew he couldn't think straight, not with a raging hard on. First, he'd get it out of the way.
Tim settled back on the bed, taking his cock out in his hand. He felt better now that he was concentrating on the pictures. If only he could forget completely....It must have been somebody else, he told himself. It just couldn't have been Mom.
The first picture was that of a buxom blonde, smiling seductively at the camera as she fondled her boobs. Tim put that one down hastily. It reminded him too much of his mother. The next showed a young girl, about sixteen, with long dark hair almost covering her breasts. She was lying back on a couch, her legs spread, and she was holding her cunt wide open for the camera, her fingers stretching the puffy lips wide, showing the little hole. Tim groaned, his breath coming faster as he masturbated, his fingers flying over his cock. It looked so little-he didn't see how a guy could really get in. But he figured it must stretch or something, because the next picture showed the same girl, her tiny slit now filled with a huge cock, her legs around the man's back, her body straining to his.
"Wow," Tim breathed. He rubbed his prick harder, his breath coming in ragged puffs as he imagined that it was his cock deep in the girl's cunt. He shivered, wondering how it would feel, to sink deep into the little hole. He turned to the next picture hurriedly, his hand flying on his cock. He knew he would cum soon, and he wanted to get to the best one before he shot.
The next picture showed an older woman. She was bending forward, her mouth open, and in her mouth was a boy's cock. Tim looked closely-the boy looked about his age, and his cock was smaller than his! The woman was staring at it with an expression of utter longing on her face, and her tongue was sticking out, just touching the tip. Tim shuddered, fantasizing that he was about to plunge between those wet red lips, was about to stick his cock down her throat!
"Oh yeah! Suck it, baby! Suck my dick," Tim moaned, the words exciting him dreadfully. He hunched into his hand wildly, almost able to feel the woman's wet mouth circling his cock, biting down on his rigid shaft, sucking him in! He grunted, flipping to the last and best picture.
In this one, the buxom blonde of the first picture was on her hands and knees, her ass in the air, and there was a man firmly implanted in her rear. She was pushing back against him, her face contorted in a lascivious grimace, and Tim groaned as he stared at the picture, realizing that it was the same way he had seen his Mom. With a cock up her ass! He moaned feverishly, feeling his sperm rise in his cock, knowing he couldn't stop now. It was too late-he grunted feverishly, his "fingers squeezing at his prick, as the picture before him merged with the scene he had seen, merging into one until he couldn't tell which was real.
"OH! OH! HERE IT COMES! IN YOUR ASS, BABY! MOM! I'M CUMMING! FUCK!" the boy groaned, scarcely realizing what he was saying. His head swam, colored lights blinking in his brain as his orgasm approached. He couldn't have stopped now for anything in the world.
And the door opened. Tim looked up in agonized surprise. It was his Mom.
CHAPTER NINE
Susan had sat quietly in the kitchen after her son had run upstairs. She knew something was wrong. He hadn't even touched his desert, and Tim was certainly not a fussy eater. And he had looked at her so strangely. Susan sighed, wondering if he somehow suspected that something was happening to her, but she pushed the thought aside. He couldn't possibly suspect.
She put up the dishes, deciding to go upstairs and find out what was wrong. Probably he was getting sick, or maybe he was having trouble at school. Susan dried her hands and went upstairs, determined that her new relationships would not affect her relationship with her son.
She paused outside his door. It was closed, and she was about to knock when she heard strange noises inside. It sounded like he was in pain....
Susan opened the door quietly, peering in, and saw her son, cock in hand, jerking off, his young face contorted. He was staring at a picture that she could barely see, but his voice was crying out, calling her, begging her to fuck him. Susan stared, her mouth open, her insides turning to water as she saw her son, her only child. Her gaze riveted on his cock and a red mist seemed to float over her mind, obscuring everything but the sight of his swollen cock, jumping and pulsing in his hands.
Susan walked into the room like a sleepwalker, drawn inexorably to the bed, her hands reaching out blindly. Then she fell to her knees, reaching out, her mouth open, her throat uttering inarticulate cries, and lowered her head, sucking her son's cock into her mouth! Somewhere, in the dim recesses of her brain, a horrified voice cried out, but she was too far gone, completely overcome by the need to take him into her mouth, to taste his cock with her tongue, to feel his sperm gush down her throat! Like a madwoman, Susan fell upon her son, her mouth engulfing his cock, just as he began to spurt.
"OH! NO! MOM! OH GOD! I'M CUMMING ... NO! IT CAN'T ... I'M NOT ... OOOHHH! HERE IT COMES!" Tim yelled, his prick erupting into his mother's mouth. He looked up in absolute terror, his face contorted, as he realized that it was happening. His fantasy had turned to reality, and he was terrified! But he couldn't stop-there was no way to stem to floodtide of sperm that erupted from his cock, spurting down his mother's throat. And she was swallowing it-she was eating his cum! Tim closed his eyes in disbelief, wishing the ground would open up and swallow him.
Susan swallowed as if in a dream, swallowed every drop of her son's cum. Then she raised her head and looked at him in horror. "Oh God. What have I done?" she muttered, realizing what had happened. "Tim? I didn't ... oh God." She lowered her head again, unwilling to face the boy's eyes.
"Mom," Tim said. "I'm sorry ... I didn't mean to. Really I didn't." He looked at her wildly, somehow feeling that it was his fault, that he had fantasized her in here and made her do it. But then he remembered. "It was you. At the school today. Wasn't it?"
Susan looked at him dully. "Oh God. Did you...."
"Yeah, I saw. You and Johnny and Jerry," Tim said slowly. "Oh Mom! How could you? And now ... this. What's wrong? How could you let him do that to you? Did he make you do it or something?"
"No. I seduced him. And the brother too," Susan admitted. "God, darling, I don't know what to say. I don't know what came over me just then ... I didn't know what I was doing. It'll never happen again."
"Jeez. You're crazy," whispered Tim. "I've never heard ... wow, my own Mom! Taking it in her mouth like some kinda whore ... and Jesus, Mom! Those boys! How many are there? And how long have you done it?" Tim drew back in the bed, horror written on his face. He didn't know what to think. His entire life had been turned upside down in the space of a few hours.
"Look, Timmy, I don't know what's wrong either. I mean, you're my son, and I swear I would never have done anything like that to you if I'd known what I was doing."
"Yeah, but you'll fuck everything else in town," Tim said bitterly. He was furious at her, for lowering herself from her pedestal, and at himself for wanting her. Because that was undeniable. He had been thinking about her doing just what she did, and he hated himself and her equally.
"Tim, I really don't know what's wrong with me. Really. I just can't seem to help myself," Susan confessed in a whisper. "It's just been the last few days. Since Thursday. I just snapped. I guess I'd been without a man too long, and it all built up or something, and then Johnny happened. I still don't understand why I seduced him, and I guess I never will. But I can't seem to stop now. Every day I get involved more. And now this...."
"Yeah," Tim agreed. "Now this." He stared at his mother, remembering how she had thrown herself on him, her mouth covering his prick, sucking at the tide of sperm as it had burst from his cock. He could still see traces of his sperm on her lips, and he shuddered, feeling his penis twitch in memory. He groaned. He was worse than she was, for he wanted it to happen again! He rolled over on his stomach, ashamed of his reaction.
"Tim ... honey, what's wrong?" Susan asked softly.
"Nothing. Just go away. Leave me alone," Tim said, his voice muffled. He closed his eyes, trying to think of anything that would still the raging urge that was building inside him, praying that his mother would just go away. Maybe she couldn't help herself, but he could, and he knew it was terribly wrong to get a hard on with his own mother. A hard on that was building in intensity as he tried to fight it down!
Susan sighed, looking at her son. She still didn't believe what she had done, and the memory of it filled her with deep shame. She should be locked up, put away from the sight of decent people before she caused more trouble. She reached down and touched her son's shoulder compassionately, and he turned over, glaring at her with hate in his eyes.
"Go away! Leave me alone! Get out of here! Go fuck everybody in town, but leave me alone! I'm getting out of here and leaving you!" Tim shouted, tears running down his face.
"Oh, darling," Susan murmured, reaching out and grasping her son's shoulders. "Please, please let me explain...."
"You have explained! I don't want to hear it!" Tim cried, pulling away frantically. "Don't touch me!" He rolled away wildly, and as he moved Susan saw it. His erection, sticking out of his open jeans, blatantly pulsing. Tim gasped with horror and tried to cover himself, but Susan pulled his hands away.
"I don't mean it! Stop! Oh God! Please!" Tim moaned. He tried to pull away, but a strange paralysis was spreading through his body.
Susan looked down at her son. She closed her eyes briefly. The terrible urge that had drawn her before was absent, and she looked at his penis almost objectively. It was a little larger than Jerry's, and thicker, and it seemed to curve towards her beseechingly. Susan felt a twinge of lust, remembering how it had shot in her mouth. She could still taste his cum, and she realized that she wanted to taste it again, no matter how wrong it was. Slowly, her hand reached out and touched him.
"Oh Mom," Tim whispered. "Please...." He groaned softly at her touch, knowing he should push her away in outrage, should stop this now before it went any further. But he couldn't move. His entire being seemed concentrated in his throbbing cock, which was swelling under her touch. She rubbed it slowly, sending tremors through his body, and then, with a strangely pleading glance at him, she lowered her head, touching it with her tongue. She stuck her tongue into the hole in the tip and wiggled it, licking up the drop of lubricant that glistened there, and Tim sighed in defeat, knowing that nothing would make him stop her now.
Susan ran her tongue over the head of her son's penis, licking it thoroughly, lapping all over the head and under the engorged cap, hitting all the sensitive nerves. Then she gently lipped it into her mouth, sucking him in, her head sliding down until his penis was fully inside her throat, his balls crushing against her chin.
"Ohhh," Tim gasped. He didn't believe it. She was sucking him off. His own mother was sucking his cock into her mouth, nibbling up and down the shaft, her tongue swirling over the head on each stroke. This was a thousand times better than before-then she had just come in while he was spurting and caught his fluid in her mouth. Now she was really working on him, her talented mouth sending shivers up and down his spine. And she was doing it in full awareness too. Tim could tell that from the slow, languorous way she was sucking him, drawing every ounce of enjoyment from the task, and the occasional glances she shot at him, her eyes filled with a strange pleading. He moaned, placing his hands on her head, drawing her closer.
Susan's mouth slid up and down the rigid shaft.
She loved the way his cock felt in her mouth, and the salty sweet tang of it against her tongue. She moaned deep in her throat, sucking happily at his rigid rod, reveling in the hardness of it. She had been afraid he would push her away in disgust again, but she had gone ahead anyhow, mesmerized by the sight of his cock, hoping against hope that he would accept her. And he was. He was holding her head in a death grip, pressing her face into his crotch, and his hips were beginning to move, fucking into her mouth with unsteady strokes.
"Oh! Suck it, Mom! Suck my prick! Oh! It feels so good! Suck it harder! Suck! Suck my cock!" Tim moaned, his hips rising and falling as he fucked his mother's open mouth. He twined his fingers in her blonde hair, holding her head firmly against him, and fucked blindly into the warm sucking cavern. He no longer cared that it was his mother's mouth, or that it was wrong to do this. All else faded beside the fantastic sensations her nimble tongue was evoking, racing through his body like flame! He grunted, plunging into her mouth, feeling the softness of the insides of her cheeks as he rammed his cock in. His head was spinning with lust, the raspy sensation of her tongue on his cock almost making him cum right then! He held back, wanting this to go on as long as possible, wanting to fuck forever into the warm hole of her mouth, without worrying about the whos and whys and recriminations. This was where it, was at-right now, right here, fucking his mother's mouth with long steady strokes.
Susan began to bob her head up and down faster, sucking hard. She formed a hard ridge with her teeth and lips and fucked him up and down as hard and fast as she could. She wanted to taste his milky semen again, to have her mouth full of her son's seed. She reached out, cradling his balls with her fingers, and squeezed them gently, feeling their hardness as she stirred them in their wrinkled sac.
"OOH! SUCK! SUCK MY COCK!" Tim cried, totally delirious with lust. He fucked brutally into her mouth, hitting the inside of her throat, his breath coming in ragged bursts. He wanted to cum now! He wanted to shoot into her mouth and have her swallow his cream like she had before, swallow every drop of it, and he wanted to watch as she did. He could feel her fingers playing with his balls, and he grunted, feeling them lift and harden in her hand.
"I'M GONNA CUM! I'M GONNA SHOOT!" the boy cried, fucking wildly into his mother's mouth. His brain was in a whirl, all coherent thought blocked by the desperate need to cum! He felt his stomach muscles contract, and then release flooded through him, his body snapping back and forth with the force of his climax, his balls exploding, sending a tide of semen rushing down the tube of his cock, spurting into his mother's mouth!
"HOLD ON! SUCK! EAT IT! I'M CUMMING!" he yelled, screwing his cock hard into her mouth as gobs of thick cream shot into her throat.
Susan choked as the milky fluid hit her throat, then swallowed greedily, her fingers pressing his balls, milking them for every last drop! She could feel the boycream striking her throat in wads, filling her mouth, sticking to her teeth and tongue, and she gulped and swallowed again, loving the taste and texture of the fluid! Her own pussy was burning and twitching in sympathy, and little tremors of lust raced over her nerves as she greedily drank from the spurting fountain of her son's cock.
Tim slumped forward, his limp cock slipping from his mother's mouth, trailing a thin string of semen. She licked it off lovingly, smiling at him anxiously.
"How was it, Tim?" Susan asked hesitantly. "Did you enjoy me doing that?" She looked him full in the face, waiting for his answer.
Tim flushed. "Oh Mom ... it was great," he admitted. "I had no idea it could be like that. But ... "
"I know. I'm your mother. And it's wrong for me to do much as think about you in this way, much less do something about it," Susan finished for him. "I know everyone would condemn us, Tim, or most people anyhow. There are some societies where it would be right and proper. I don't know-I just know that I love you, as a son, and now as a man. I guess that's why I jumped on you before, because I have wanted you for a long time and didn't realize it."
"But ... what about Johnny Taylor. And his little brother?" Tim asked somewhat bitterly. "Do you love them the same way?"
Susan blushed vividly. "Tim, I'm not going to say I'm ashamed, because I'm not. Oh, I am in a way, I suppose, but I would do it again. I've been starved for sex, Tim, and when the opportunity presented itself, I guess I just went a little crazy. Maybe if you help me, I can control it...."
"You mean you won't fuck them if you have me?" Tim asked bluntly. "Is that true, Mom? You won't fuck them anymore?"
Susan looked at her son unhappily. "Let's not talk about that right now, son." Tim was looking at her with a strange look in his eyes, and Susan wondered unhappily if she were doing the right thing or not. But it was really too late now-for better or worse, she was engaged in an affair with her son. Whether she could or would give up the two brothers, she didn't know, and she didn't particularly care right now, one way or the other. She stared at Tim, a smile lifting the corners of her lips.
"Darling, would you like to fuck me? Would you like to put it in your mother's pussy?"
Tim looked up, nodding slowly. He was still in a state of shock, and he didn't really believe what was happening. Surely any minute he would wake up and find it was all a dream. But right now....
"Sure. Sure, Mom, I'd love to. And ... could I see you? Your body?" Tim flushed staring at his mother as she smiled at him and began unbuttoning her blouse.
CHAPTER TEN
Tim kept his eyes glued to his mother as she stood up gracefully, her fingers unbuttoning her blouse. As she unhooked her bra, letting her massive breasts swing free, he gasped, his fingers curling involuntarily, itching to clutch at the firm satiny globes.
Susan smiled at the boy, her lips loose and inviting, the hot glare in his eyes going through her like a sword. "Do you like my tits, darling?" she crooned, her voice sounding thick in her ears. She lifted her breasts in her hands, weighing them, and offered them to her son like a gift. "Kiss them, darling. Take them in your mouth and kiss them."
Tim moaned, reaching out and touching his mother's breasts, his hands roaming over the silky smooth flesh, kneading the rosy nipples between his fingers. She sat on the bed next to him, her tits dangling in his face as he caressed them, and he bent his head, capturing one of the erect nipples in his lips and suckling greedily, his tongue rasping on the sensitive buds.
Susan sighed deeply, pressing forward towards her son, tendrils of flame licking through her from the touch of his tongue. "Oh darling that's so good. I just love the way you're sucking my tits. Suck it hard, darling. I'm getting all hot." She pulled away finally, gasping for breath, her eyes gleaming with desire.
"I'm going to show you my pussy, darling "she whispered hoarsely. "And I want you to feel it, to feel my hot wet cunt and then stick your cock in it and fuck me until I cum." She stood up again, dropping her skirt around her hips, then slowly lowering her panties down her thighs.
Tim watched. He knew it was his mother who was giving this wanton display, but that no longer mattered. She was all woman, exhibiting herself to him without shame, with only pride in her lovely body. His cock had grown rock hard, and he fingered it nervously, watching her slide her panties down. As her blonde bush was revealed, he caught his breath in a harsh gasp, the air burning in his lungs, and his fingers tightened on his cock.
"Oh ... Mom, you're beautiful," he gasped. His eyes feasted on her luscious body as she stood before him; on the massive tits he had just suckled, their creamy mounds tipped with hard buds of coral, on the tender curve of her waist, flaring into generous hips, the smooth swell of her stainy belly, the muscular columns of the thighs, crowned with the curling patch of blonde pubic hair. She smiled sensuously, and spread her thighs slightly, opening herself to him, letting him see the twin lips of her pussy hanging from the blonde curls. She drew closer, and stood before him, opening herself with her fingers to his gaze.
Tim shuddered and stared in utter fascination. Her pussy was right in front of his face, glistening with moisture, the puffy pink lips revealing the incredible ridges and convolutions of the interior. He sighed, his eyes glued to the tiny hole in the center. It pulsed, and a bead of moisture oozed out.
"Go on, Tim. Touch me, darling. Touch my pussy," Susan murmured. "Feel how wet it is, darling, from wanting you." She stroked the lips of her cunt, waiting.
Tim reached out, his fingers seeking the moist pit. With a groan, he stroked the lips, then sank a finger inside the spongy flesh, amazed at the wetness that surrounded his finger.
"Oh ... it's so wet. And it's hot," Tim gasped, sliding the finger deep inside and wriggling it. Automatically, his mother's cunt clamped down on his finger in a series of convolutions, and Tim's head spun, imagining hot it would feel on his cock.
"Run your finger in and out," Susan gasped, her knees buckling as her insides melted. She swayed as Tim obeyed her instructions and began finger fucking her, his young finger probing her insides until she thought she would scream with lust. "Oh, darling! Do it! Finger fuck me, darling! I'm so hot! So wet! I love it! Don't stop!"
Tim rammed his finger up into his mother's wet twat, feeling the incredible sucking action of her muscles on it, and suddenly he couldn't wait any longer.
"Mom! I want to fuck you! Can I! Can I put it in?"
"Oh God! Of course you can," Susan groaned. She sank to the bed, lying back in delicious anticipation. "Hurry, darling! Stick it in me! Take your beautiful prick and stick it in my slot!"
Tim hurriedly pulled off the rest of his clothes, his fingers fumbling in his impatience. His heart was pounding at an alarming rate, and his breath was coming in ragged gasps as he crawled over to his mother, kneeling between her outspread legs. He stared down at her body, feasting his eyes one last time, then fell on top of her, pawing clumsily at her breasts, his hips jerking as he tried to find the exciting hole his finger had been in.
"Help me, Mom! Help me fuck you!" he gasped, and Susan reached down and grasped his rampant cock, guiding it to her vagina. As soon as his cockhead felt the right place, Tim pressed forward sharply, frantic to get in! Susan opened herself with her fingers, and he pressed forward again, pushing her fingers aside, his cock sliding into the greased channel.
"OH! I'm in your cunt!" Tim cried, slamming forward. His cock sliced through the wet flesh, thrusting in full length until his balls crushed against her ass, and he groaned as her cunt closed over him, engulfing him.
"OOOOooo! That's it, darling!" Susan gasped in delight as her son entered her. "Now fuck! Fuck me, darling! Run it in and out like your finger!" She reached down, grasping his hips, and helped him move, her own hips initiating the age old rhythm, and Tim's following, hesitantly at first, then more boldly. She moaned wildly as he began pumping in and out, his pelvis grinding against hers, his cock zipping in and out of her distended hole, sending electric thrills through every vein in her body.
"That's it! You're really fucking me now!" Susan cried excitedly. "I can feel it! So deep! Oh! Fuck me! Screw me! Fuck me!"
Susan cupped her son's ass in her hands, lifting and pulling him into her, her hips churning as he slammed into her again and again. She could feel his balls crushing against her upraised ass with each stroke, and she grunted like an animal in heat, lust raging through her.
"I'm fucking you! I'm fucking your cunt! OHHH!" Tim yelled triumphantly. "It's gripping me! I can feel it! It feels sooooo goooood! I'm gonna shoot! In your cunt! OH MOM! FUCK ME!" He pumped furiously into her. He could feel her quivering under him, her body opening and flowering under his, her vagina getting juicier and hotter, and he knew something was happening! She began to shake all over, inside and out, her twat convulsing strongly on his cock, and getting even wetter, gushing all over his cock! He could hear himself squishing as he drove into her dripping flesh, and he could smell the combined odor of their bodies rising in the air like a fog. The squishing sound and the rank tang of sex almost drove him mad-he was glad he had just cum before or he would have shot off on the first stroke!
"DO IT! I'M CUMMING! OH DARLING! FUCK ME! I'M CUMMING! FUCK MY PUSSY!" Susan writhed wildly under her son, her entire body shaking and quivering as she convulsed, the first wave of her orgasm hitting her with enough force to lift her off the bed! She rode his cock for all it was worth, squeezing unmercifully with her powerful twat, her ass clenching and unclenching as spasms ripped through her! She didn't think she would ever stop cumming-one orgasm blended into another with increasing force and ferocity until she felt like her heart would stop.
"I CANT STOP! I'M CUMMING! AGAIN! AGAIN! OH GOD! I'M DYING! I LOVE IT!
DON'T STOP! DON'T EVER STOP!" Susan cried, thrashing insanely as orgasms rolled through her, tearing her insides with their ferocity, making her melt and flow with increasing lubricity, her fluids running over her son's cock and balls.
Tim sloshed grimly on. He held on frantically, his fingers digging into his mother's flesh, trying to keep his balance aboard her bucking rolling body. He didn't believe that this screaming convulsive creature under him was his mother, who always had seemed so calm and collected. It seemed an entirely different person that he was fucking, his cock squishing through her clinging wet flesh with increasing ferocity as he neared his own orgasm.
"HOLD ON, BABY! HERE IT COMES! I'M GONNA SHOOT! I'M GONNA FILL YOU WITH CREAM!" Tim screamed, twisting desperately against her churning pelvis, screwing himself deep into her flesh. His hips gave a series of short staccato jabs, and then he was lying full length on top of her, his arms embracing her sweaty body in a death grip as his penis spurted off, deep inside her convulsing twat! Her muscles grabbed at his shooting stick, squeezing, and he sobbed as his sperm boiled out into her, gobbets of burning fluid racing down the vein in his cock, almost searing him with the heat, then splattering into the waiting receptacle, shooting, gushing, boiling gobs of semen, sticking to the slimy walls of her cavern like hot grease.
Susan screamed as the wash of her son's sperm hit her quivering insides, a shrill, high, animal scream of pure lust. She could feel the boiling fluid sloshing inside her, and she squeezed her cunt lips closed, trying desperately to keep it all inside her, but it was too much! She had never felt such an ocean of cum-it was filling her up, running down her thighs, down the crack of her ass, puddling beneath her hips. And still he was cumming! She didn't believe it! She felt like she was drowning in a sea of cum, and she wished she were! She wished she were covered with his sticky fluid, from head to toe, choking, gasping under a thick blanket of her son's thick semen.
"MORE! I LOVE IT! HOT! HOT CUM! GIVE IT TO ME! OOOHHH! IT'S BURNING ME UP!" Susan cried, her vaginal muscles contracting as a fresh spasm filtered through her overwrought body, triggered by the immense gush of sperm. Her stomach muscles fluttered weakly, and she spasmed one last time, her cunt snapping as she collapsed flat on the bed, drawing Tim with her.
At last, Tim caught his breath enough to move. He pulled out slowly, his prick sore from the battering it had received, and lay back, staring at the ceiling. Susan stirred, turning on her side and looking at him, her face flushed, her eyes dazed with the aftermath of lust. Her cunt twitched and subsided, a trail of semen dripping listlessly from the swollen red lips.
"Oh Tim ... that was the best I've ever had," Susan said honestly, looking at her son. "I thought I was going to explode. You are really some fantastic fucker." She looked at him, feeling a thrill of pride in her son.
Tim blushed. "It was pretty wonderful for me too," he said low, resting his head on her shoulder. "Wow, I'm really exhausted. That really takes it outa a guy."
Susan grinned. "I'll say-you must of cum a bucketful. Oh Tim, I love you, darling." She smoothed the hair out of her son's eyes, suddenly fiercely glad she had done this with him. She wouldn't take anything for the experience, no matter how wrong it was. Susan sighed, seeing her son's eyes close as he drifted off to sleep, and hugged him fiercely.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Tim stirred, looking around. It was dark, and he frowned, wondering for a minute what he was doing lying on his bed naked. Then he remembered and, in the dark, his cheeks flushed vividly.
"I fucked my Mom," he said slowly. "She was right here, and I put my cock in her and fucked her." He looked around the room. It was empty, and he wondered crazily if it had all been a dream. But no-the way his cock felt was no dream! It was sore to the touch, and sticky with dried semen, and Tim suddenly sat bolt upright in bed. If it hadn't happened, he sure must have had one hell of a wet dream! He swung his feet to the floor, feeling slightly dizzy, and turned on the light, looking down at his naked body. His cock stirred weakly between his legs, and Tim grimaced.
"Shower. That's it. Take a shower and wake up," he mumbled, staggering to the door. "Wait ... bathrobe ... cover myself." With great difficulty, Tim found a robe and put it on, then tottered down the hall to the bathroom. His legs felt rubbery, and he grinned wryly to himself as he opened the bathroom door.
Susan was lying in the tub, half asleep. When Tim came in, she was soaping her breasts dreamily, fondling her flesh, and she smiled lazily at her son as he stood transfixed in the door.
"Darling! I thought you were going to sleep forever," Susan murmured, her eyes glowing.
Tim stared at his mother. "Then ... it really happened?" he whispered. It wasn't a dream?" He looked at her in amazement, his eyes glued to the rosy flesh of her bosom as she turned to him calmly. It must be true, he thought confusedly. The steam was making his head spin even more, and he shut his eyes and opened them again. She was still there.
"Oh, poor baby! Did you think it was a dream?" Susan chuckled, a little nervously, hoping she wasn't going to have to go through any more hassle, just when she had thought the whole thing settled.
"Well, I sure hoped it wasn't," Tim confessed, coming into the room. "But, you know, it seemed so impossible ... and you were gone when I woke up...." His voice trailed off as he stared at his mother, wondering what he was supposed to do now. Was he meant to go jump in the tub with her, or leave, or just stand there waiting? Nothing in Tim's life had prepared him for this, and he shuffled nervously from one foot to another. What was worse, he had a sudden overwhelming urge to pee.
"Darling, don't be embarrassed. Please, Susan said slowly. "It happened, and I'm glad and very proud of you. But if you want, we can try and pretend it never happened."
Tim started. "Oh no! I mean Gee Whiz! That's the last thing I'd want! I mean ... Oh I don't know what I mean. I thought it was fantastic, but...."
"But what, darling?" Susan said quietly, knowing that he was going to begin to denounce her again. Her lip trembled as she felt tears sting her eyelids. To lose him now would be hell.
"It's just ... I've gotta go to the bathroom!" Tim said in agony.
Susan stared at him for a moment, then burst into laughter. "Oh! Darling! For heaven's sake! Go ahead!" Susan howled with laughter, her breasts rising and falling as she gasped for air, overwhelmed by the fact that the boy she had just fucked and sucked to oblivion would feel hesitant about showing his cock to her again.
Tim shrugged, walking over to the John and taking out his prick, emptying his bladder thankfully. He didn't see what was so funny, but the sound of his mother's laughter was infectious. Smiling, he finished, shaking the last droplets of pee from his cock, and turned to her.
Susan was silent, her eyes glued to her son's dick. She hadn't felt particularly horny before, her body's urges stilled by her incredible string of orgasms, but the sight of the yellow arc of piss streaming from his cock had turned her on. She shook her head, amazed that her body had reacted so quickly, and licked her lips slowly.
"Come here, Tim," she whispered hoarsely. She sat up in the tub, the water streaming from her wet body, and motioned to him. "Why don't you come in with me, darling, and have a nice bath."
Tim walked over to his mother. He saw the way she was looking at his cock, and a smile tugged at his lips. She wanted him again! She was looking at his prick as if she could eat it whole, and he gave it a casual flip, shaking off the last drops of piss. Susan's eyes followed his movements, and she reached out blindly for him, her tongue flicking over her lips.
"Let me ... let me lick it," she muttered, pulling him to her, her tongue licking out, over the surface of his cock. "Oh ... good," she groaned, letting his semi erect cock slide between her lips, nibbling greedily. She could taste the salty tang of his urine, and she groaned, swallowing lustily, wondering what was wrong with her! Turned on by the sight of a guy peeing! She shut her eyes, a vision of herself drinking his piss as she had his cum flashing through her brain, making her tremble.
"Mom," Tim whispered. He had dropped his robe and was standing before her nude, his erect cock sunk in her soft mouth. He reached down, running his hands over her soapy body, and Susan grunted deep in her throat, her lips working hungrily. Tim pulled out suddenly, sliding into the tub beside her, his hands swarming over her breasts, and down between her legs.
"Oh," Susan gasped, feeling her son part her legs. She looked at him. He was staring at her intensely, his eyes gleaming with desire, as he manipulated her cunt. The soapy water sloshed around them, and Susan leaned back sighing.
"Do you like that, Mom? Do you like me playing with your pussy?" Tim asked in a strangled voice. He sank a finger into the wet warm depths, feeling her slick flesh, parting her lips beneath the water. He couldn't see what he was doing, the outline of his hand only a dim outline under the soapy water, and somehow, this excited him even more. His cock was throbbing and felt disembodied, floating in the water.
"Oh yes ... yes, darling! Stick your finger in me," Susan moaned lasciviously, twisting her hips. "I love it."
"Take my cock, Mom. Take my cock in your hands and play with me," Tim whispered. Susan reached out, her fingers closing around her son's prick, and he groaned in rising excitement. "Now play with it, Mom. Jack it off. Make it good and hard so I can stick it in your hot pussy."
Susan shuddered at the hoarse words coming from her son's mouth, and began to rub his prick slowly, her fingers sliding soapily up and down the surface.
"I'm washing your cunt, Mom," Tim said, opening her wide with his fingers. The water rushed in, laving the tender interior, and Susan moaned. Tim continued to fondle her slowly, rubbing his fingers over the puffy lips of her cunt, tweaking the nub of her clitoris, while he reached for the bar of soap. "Gotta get it nice and clean," he murmured, plunging both hands beneath the water, opening her wide and rubbing the soap over the surface of her exposed twat.
"Ohhh, darling," Susan moaned. "You're driving me crazy! Do it to me! Fuck me! Put it in!" She writhed frantically against her son's fingers, her hand pumping on his cock, trying to pull him over on top of her. Water sloshed around them, spilling on the floor.
"Sure, Mom," Tim said calmly. He opened her with one hand and fit the bar of soap against the lips of her cunt with the other. He had just been teasing before, but suddenly a wild idea struck him. Why not see if she could take the bar of soap ... in her cunt? As he thought about it, Tim grew even more excited, and suddenly he pressed it in, shoving the soap up his mother's twat.
"Owww! That'll burn!" Susan cried, realizing what the boy was doing.
"We want it to be good and clean, don't we?" Tim asked, a strange gleam in his blue eyes. "So I'm gonna wash it out good." He gave a twist of his wrist, sending the soap into his mother's slick cunt, pushing it all inside! He didn't believe it! It was all the way in, her pussy expanding easily to take the soap.
"God! That burns like shit!" Susan groaned, pulling away, trying to stand up. She dropped her son's cock and reached for him, trying to push him away from her, but he held her down, one hand on her cunt, the other on her shoulders as they struggled, water sloshing around them. Suddenly, she gave a wild shove and stood up, water running from her in rivulets, and the soap dropped out of her cunt with a plop.
"Jesus, you little sadist," Susan said angrily. "That was a rotten thing to do." She stood there staring at her son, her anger fading as she realized that her cunt didn't really burn that much. In fact, it was a fairly pleasant sensation, and she began to smile, squatting down in the tub again and paddling water between her legs, washing herself out.
Tim was unperturbed. He watched his mother as she sloshed water into her cunt, and his finger reached for her again. "Kneel down," he whispered. "And I'll put it in you from behind. Like dogs do."
Susan looked at him, wondering how he had thought of that, then knelt in the water, her ass in the air. She was trembling with excitement again, her cunt burning from its bath and ready to be soothed. "Okay, darling," she gasped, taking a firm grip on the edge of the tub.
Tim knelt behind her, running his hands over the expanse of her ass. It was faintly marked with red welts, and he realized that those were the marks left by Johnny Taylor. Angrily, he parted her ass cheeks, running his hands between her legs, suddenly jealous that the other boy had had her first, and pinched her hanging cunt lips sharply, relishing her cry of pain.
"OH! Timmy! That hurt!" Susan whined. "Be a good boy...."
"Oh I will, Mom! I'll be good! Just like Johnny Taylor was! Did you tell him to be a good boy too, when he did it to you? I can see his marks all over your ass! Did you beg him not to hurt you, or did you like it when he did!" Tim thrust a finger up inside her roughly, twisting it cruelly, then placed the head of his prick against the opening, stuffing it between the fat lips of her cunt and slamming forward hard, ripping into her inflamed flesh.
"OW! Do it easy! OH! That hurts! I'm sore back there, darling! Take it easy!" Susan squirmed futily, slipping in the water, and her son laughed shortly.
Susan groaned, not believing her gentle son had suddenly been transformed into a raging cock weilder, slamming into her as if he wished he could kill her with the sword of his dick! She moved her hips tentatively, hoping it would reduce the painful scraping of his cock, and he grunted in satisfaction.
"That's it! You're dry in here! Move that ass and lubricate! Shake it! Or I'll wet you down with some more soap!" Tim plunged furiously into his mother, his mouth spouting obscenities, his balls slamming into her upraised ass with each stroke. She was loosening under him, her hips beginning to move, and he pinched her ass hard, making more marks on her skin, adding his marks to the other boy's. He was wildly excited, power flooding him like wine as he realized that she was his, all his to do with as he pleased. Already his sperm was rising in his cock, and he decided to let it rip, to flood her insides with it, secure in the knowledge of youth that he could do it again almost as soon as he wanted.
"I'M GONNA SHOOT! I'M GONNA BLOW MY NUTS IN YOUR FUCKING PUSSY!" Tim cried, jabbing firmly into her now receptive pussy.
"Oh no ... not Yet! Wait! WAIT!" Susan cried in despair, trying to slow her son down. "I'm not there ... not there ... wait!"
"Too fucking bad!" Tim grunted, still furious at his mother for her 'betrayal'. The fact that she had fucked the other two boys rankled in his mind, and he didn't give a crap right then if she came or not. All he wanted to do was shoot, fill her up, put his mark on her NOW!
"HOLD ON! HERE IT COMES!" Tim thrust into his mother's hot flesh, his cock spurting and jumping in her cunt, filling her up with his cream. Susan writhed back against him, her hips pumping, trying to send herself off along with him, but he pulled out as soon as he had done, leaving her moaning.
"Suck it clean," Tim said roughly, turning his mother around and shoving his cock into her mouth. She took it unprotestingly, her body twitching, her eyes pleading as she looked up at him. Her lips closed hungrily on him, eating up the last bits of fluid, sucking.
"That's enough," Tim said, pulling his prick out. Susan slumped wearily down in the water, staring reproachfully at her son.
"I didn't have time to cum," she moaned, sliding her hand down between her legs. "Why ... "
Tim just grinned. "I just couldn't help myself," he said, mimicing her. "Like you can't help yourself. Do you want it bad? Real bad?" He took his limp cock in his fingers and waved it at her.
Susan groaned, her fingers moving faster under the water. "Oh ... please darling, please help me."
"All right, Mom. You can have it. Suck it up real nice and hard again, and I'll fuck you. But you have to promise me something," Tim said.
"Yeah, sure, anything," Susan said, reaching out. "Please, honey."
"You have to promise that you won't see Johnny and Jerry any more," Tim said, holding himself just out of reach. "Promise me that and I'll let you have it." He looked at his mother, his heart in his throat, afraid she would turn him down. But he really couldn't stand the thought of sharing her with the other two boys. Not any more. She had to be his.
"Okay, I promise," Susan said, frigging herself furiously, her eyes glassy as she reached for her son. He moved closer, and she fell on his cock as if she were starving, stuffing it into her mouth and sucking for all she was worth. It had to get hard again quick, it just had to! Her entire body was aching, defeated of orgasm at the last minute, and she prayed that he'd get erect fast enough to assuage it.
"Yeah, that's it! Suck the hell out of it! Suck my cock, Mom! You're the best cocksucker in the whole fucking world! Wow, you're taking it all the way, all the way in your throat! OH YEAH! SUCK!" Tim cried, plunging into his mother's face, his dick hardening quickly under her expert ministrations. She was bobbing her head up and down, gobbling on the shaft of his cock as if she were dying and it were a lifeline, her cheeks caving in under the pressure as she sucked.
"Hoo Boy! That's fantastic! I can feel it going all the way down your throat! What a fantastic mouth! Eat it, Mom! Eat my cock! Use that tongue!" Tim hunched forward, jabbing in and out of his mother's open mouth, then withdrew his prick, proudly erect, glistening with her saliva.
Susan moaned faintly as her son withdrew his dick from her mouth. She had just been getting into the blow job, and she was aware of a vague disappointment that she wouldn't be able to finish, to drink again from his fountain of semen. But that was overshadowed by the aching need of her cunt!
"Oh ... fuck me, Tim! Put it in me and fuck me! My cunt's so empty ... I need it! I need your cock in my cunt," Susan sobbed.
"Kneel," Tim said tersely, hauling his mother out of the tub onto the bathroom floor. "On your hands and knees again." He squatted behind her, feeling between her legs, thrusting a hand into her swollen cunt. She was right. It was absolutely sloppy with moisture, the distended tissues dribbling a flood of juice onto his hand. Tim carefully withdrew his hand, wiping it on his cock, and parted her ass cheeks.
"Okay, Mom, here it comes. Just what you wanted! Hard cock! But I'm not gonna do it in your fucking cunt. Not this time! I'm gonna ream out your ass, Mom, just like Johnny Taylor did! He's not gonna be around any more to do it for you, and you looked like you loved it so!" Tim searched the crack of his mother's ass, pressing his finger into the tiny hole of her anus. "So hold on, Mom! I'm gonna fuck your ass! Here it comes!"
CHAPTER TWELVE
"OH NO! PLEASE! NOT THAT!" Susan screamed, squirming away. She remembered how it had hurt when Johnny cornholed her, and she had no desire to undergo that agony again! Especially since her ass was still sore!
"Hold still, or it'll hurt worse," Tim grated, clutching at his mother's buttocks. He stared at the tiny hole, not really believing that he would ever get in-it looked so small! But Johnny Taylor was bigger than he was., and he had been in there! He had seen it with his own two eyes! And his mother had been enjoying the hell out of it, too! Tim held her still roughly. "You didn't fight him like this! You've probably let every guy in town do it! So you can fucking hold still for me!"
"OHHH! NO! I don't want to! It hurts! It's going to hurt! Please, Tim! Johnny forced me! I didn't want to!" Susan cried tearfully.
"Oh yeah, you really fought like hell," Tim said disgustedly. "I saw you fighting." He thrust his finger into the hole, twisting it around sharply. It was hot in there, and tight. A lot tighter than her cunt. Tim could feel his excitement rising sharply as he pictured how it would feel, fucking into that dark hole, and he hurriedly knelt behind her, fitting the head of his cock against the ass hole.
Susan tensed as she felt him approach.It's true. He had a perfect right to want this. And to hate Johnny and me for doing it, Susan thought, recognizing her son's wish to punish her. And I deserve it. I deserve anything he can do to punish me. Feeling a thrill at her own humiliation, Susan bowed her head submissively, trying to relax her buttocks.
"Go on. Do it. I deserve it," Susan said in a small voice.
Tim grunted, his rage and lust enflamed by the humility in his mother's voice. "Okay, here it comes!" he warned, pressing forward slightly. The head of his cock prodded into the hole, then stopped, held by the tight anal muscles. Susan groaned as fresh pain shot through her bruised anus, and Tim shoved forward brutally, using all his strength, his young cock stabbing into her tender flesh, slicing her bruised tissues.
"NNNGGGHHH! OHHH! GOD! IT HURTS! OH! I CANT STAND IT!" Susan screamed, pain ripping through her. Johnny had at least greased her passageway with his mouth first, but Tim was going in dry, not knowing any better! And the pain-the pain was tremendous! His hard rod slashed through her already sore ass muscles, tearing aside her already torn membranes, starting anew the bleeding from the barely healed wounds in the tissues! Susan screamed shrilly, falling on the floor, her muscles clenched in agony, her earlier lust forgotten in the waves of pain sweeping through her.
"Fuck! Fuck me! What's wrong! FUCK ME! You did Johnny! FUCK ME!" Tim yelled in confusion as his mother slumped forward. He pulled his cock out halfway-bright blood spilled out with it, dripping down her legs onto the carpet, staining her white skin with red. "OH GOD! MOM! MOM!" Tim reached under his mother's chest, hauling her to her knees, and she groaned faintly.
Tim was terrified. He hadn't meant to hurt her! But he had seen Johnny doing the same thing to her, and she hadn't been hurt like this! He knelt behind her indecisively, afraid to move, afraid to pull his cock out, afraid to keep on.
"Mom ... are you okay?" he whispered, not even wanting to hear her answer.
Susan groaned again. She was kneeling on the floor on her hands and knees, her head hanging, her ass in the air. She moved slightly, pressing back against her son's cock, still implanted in her rear end. It hurt, and she winced, but she welcomes the pain. It was all her own fault, and she deserved it. Besides, it didn't hurt as bad as it had.
"Yeah ... I'll live," Susan conceded. "Go on, dear. Finish it. Fuck my ass until it bleeds some more. I deserve it." She glanced over her shoulder, seeing his worried face, and her tone softened.
"Just do it gently, dear. Please."
"Yes ma'm," Tim agreed, inching forward, relieved. He sank into her ass again, feeling her give beneath him, and began stroking gently in and out, trying not to notice his bloody cock. It felt so good, her tight flesh around his cock, that he soon forgot the near tragedy and began pumping in and out lustfully, his cock slicing into her dark meat zestfully, his balls crushing against her ass with each stroke.
"That's it! Harder now!" Susan cried, moving her ass up and down, back and forth in rhythm with her son's strokes. The pain had receded to a dull ache now, and her pussy was waking up again. "Put your fingers in my cunt, honey! Reach between my legs and feel me up! Grab my clit! Feel my cunt!" she instructed.
Tim obeyed, running his hand between his mother's legs, sinking a finger into the wetness of her cunt. It was dripping again, her excited body sending a flow of juices onto his digging hand, and he groped for her protruding clitoris, tweaking it between his fingers.
"Yeah! Fuck me, Mom! Shake it! You're really moving now!" the boy yelled enthusiastically. "Oh! It's so hot in your ass! It's squeezing my cock off! My cock's burning up in your hot ass!" He pumped in and out vigorously, holding on to her ass for balance, his fingers slipping on her sweaty skin. The odor of her aroused twat rose to his nostrils, and he galloped on, banging blissfully into her dank shit hole, his balls hardening and lifting against her ass.
"OH! I LOVE IT! IN MY ASS! I CAN FEEL YOUR COCK ALL THE WAY IN!" Susan cried, grinding her ass against her son's fast moving pelvis. His cock felt like a red hot poker, stabbing into her vitals, reaming her out, slicing into her aching flesh with computer like precision. He seemed to find all the most sensitive places, his dick smashing into the walls of her anal passage, his fingers groping in her pussy.
"HOT SHIT! IT'S LIKE FUCKING SHIT! OOOHHH GOD! I'M GONNA SHOOT! IN YOUR ASS!" Tim cried, plunging on steadily.
He reached between her legs, grasping her clitoris, and rubbed it, capturing it firmly between his fingers, and Susan went wild, her body bucking up and down, her hips churning frantically. She was a blur of movement now, her muscles rippling under her sweaty skin, her massive breasts jouncing wildly, her head snapping from side to side as she began to convulse, spasms ripping through her tortured body.
"OH! DO IT! CUM IN MY ASS! I LOVE IT! DO IT! FUCK ME! FUCK MY ASS!" Susan smashed back against him, her ass on fire, warmed by the action of his cock! She could feel something trickling down her legs-whether it was blood or pussy fluid she didn't know and didn't care!
Tim was very near climax, twisting and screwing into his mother's tight asshole. His cock sliced in and out, cleaving her sweaty buttocks like a sword, his hips driving like oiled pistons as he gave it everything he had! He wondered how long she could take it-she was trembling all over in the throes of orgasm, giving as good as she got, her powerful ass muscles squeezing his dick unmercifully. Her hips churned and writhed, giving the boy a wild ride he'd never forget.
"I'M GONNA SHOOT! IT'S TOO HOT IN HERE! I'M GONNA SHOOT!" Tim shouted, the pressure becoming unbearable. He jerked on insanely, riding her buttocks, heading for orgasm, his balls stirring and jumping, ready to shoot their load! His prick was almost dead to feeling now. He no longer felt the subtle nuances of her ass working on him-he only felt an immense urge to cum, to shoot his wad into her shithole. He grunted wildly, stabbing into her in a tattoo of short quick jabs, then thrust fully into her, falling heavily on top of her, almost crushing her to the floor.
"HERE IT COMES! HOT FUCKING SPERM! I'M FILLING UP YOUR ASS! FUCK ME! CUMMING! I'M CUMMING! FUUUUUUUUUCCK MEEE! MOM! I'M CUMMING!" Tim shouted madly, plunging into her, his penis beginning to spurt, buried deep inside her dank shithole, letting loose a huge flood of hot jism, jerking and splattering into her. He could feel her convulse under him as his cum hit, sparking off her orgasm, and he grabbed at her shaking body frantically, holding on for dear life, gasping for air.
Susan lay flat on the floor, her heart pounding, her breath coming in ragged bursts. Her last orgasm had ripped through her with the force of a tornado, leaving her spent and shaken, her insides aching, her ass and cunt sore. She smiled and sighed, feeling a deep lassitude steal over her.
Tim pulled his cock from his mother's ass with a plop. It was stained with a mixture of slime, blood, and semen, and he watched in amazement as a stream of the same mixture trickled out of her ass, puddling onto the floor. He laughed shakily, reaching behind him for a towel and lovingly cleaning his mother's battered ass.
"Wow, and we just had a bath," he said. "Guess we'll have to take another one, huh Mom?" He finished cleaning her off and sank down beside her, smiling as she fluttered her eyelids sleepily at him.
"Oooo, I won't be able to move for a week," Susan complained. "You literally fucked the shit out of me." She sat up, wincing, and shook her head at his in mock disapproval. "You'll have to remember to show some respect for my age, young man. After all, I'm not as young as I used to be."
"Aw, you mean you aren't ready for another round?" Tim asked in mock disappointment, shooting her a glance from under his lashes. "Why I could go on all night!" Susan shot him a look, saw his grin, and began to laugh helplessly.
"Lord, I don't know what I'm gonna do with you. I think I've created a monster," she half joked. "Okay, sport, let's take a quick shower. And no funny stuff, okay? Then we'll go have a quick bite to eat-all this is making me hungry. And then, young man, it's study time. Tomorrow's a school day."
"Aw, Mom, for Chrissake," Tim said complainingly, but his eyes lit up in relief. His Mom was still his Mom, despite what had happened.
Tim munched his sandwich, smiling at his mother. "Gee, Mom, that was great. Thanks," he said, finishing the last crumb and walking over to the sink with his plate. He strolled back to the kitchen table and stood behind her, casually running his hands down her chest, cupping her breasts in his hands.
"No, Tim!" Susan admonished, laughing. "You're not going to weasel out of your homework that way." She leaned back against her son, grinning up at him as he rubbed his fingers over her breasts, feeling their curves through the thin cloth of her robe.
"Aw, Mom, just a little feel," Tim said. "I'm hard again. It won't take long. I can't study like this." He slid his hands inside her robe, opening it, exposing her heavy breasts. "Wow, you've got the biggest tits in the world," the boy said admiringly.
"I just love to play with them." He rubbed the nipples between his fingers, watching as they erected in his hands, and Susan moaned.
"Come on, Mom," he pleaded. "It won't take long, okay? Just let me do it one more time, please? You want it too, dontcha?" He fondled her breasts, listening to her breathing grow more rapid, a smile on his face.
"Oh Timmy, I just don't know what I'm going to do with you," Susan sighed, smiling, leaning back lazily against her son's belly, letting him caress her breasts. Her heart pounded as she began to grow excited, tendrils of flame licking through her breasts at his touch.
"That's easy, Mom! Just fuck me," Tim laughed. "Come on, just bend over the table. I'll be quick, I promise. I'm about ready to shoot already." He hauled his mother out of the chair, bending her over the kitchen table, pulling her robe up over her ass and surveying the prospect happily.
"Well, don't be too quick," Susan murmured. "And not in the ass this time, dear. I'm still awful sore back there." She leaned forward on her elbows, her ass in the air, her cunt lips hanging down between her open thighs.
"Now, just stay like that," Tim instructed grandly, unzipping his jeans and taking out his prick, stroking it lovingly. He ran a hand over his mother's butt, smoothing her satiny skin, and Susan shivered in anticipation.
"Hurry, darling. Put it in," Susan moaned, feeling her cunt tingle with anticipation. She stared in front of her at the kitchen table, hardly believing that she was draped over the kitchen table waiting for her son to fuck her. It was perverted. Lewd, perverted, and wildly exciting! Susan twitched all over, squeezing her cunt lips together to try and calm the tickling inside her. She could hardly wait-she could just feel his cock entering her, slicing into her flesh, exciting her as it had before!
"Do it! Fuck me! Put your cock in my pussy and fuck me," Susan whispered hoarsely. "Fuck me until I cum all over the place!" She wriggled her ass invitingly.
"That's it, Mom! Talk dirty to me! Tell me what you want me do do, Mom!" Tim replied, rubbing her cunt, sliding a finger up into her. She was dripping wet and ready, ready to be fucked. His fingers squished as he dug into her, and he pushed them in and out, opening her wide.
"Oh please! Take your dick and stick me! Screw the shit out of me! Stick your prick in my slot and give me a ride! Fuck my hot box until I cream," Susan said wildly, hunching down on Tim's fingers. "I'm so hot I'm about to die! Do it! Put it all the way in!"
Tim placed the head of his dick against her cunt lips and pressed in, sliding smoothly into her well greased canal, savoring the suction of her spongy flesh. He could feel her cunt muscles rippling along his shaft, stroking him with velvet fingers, milking his rpd, making him tremble with lust.
"Oh! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Susan groaned, her heart giving a tremendous lurch as he entered her, slicing into her hot flesh. She pressed back eagerly against him, sucking him deep into her twat, her body quivering joyfully. She closed her eyes, trying to picture him standing behind her, his cock sunk in her cunt, his buttocks churning smoothly as he drove into her flesh, and she groaned in utter delight! It was wonderful! She loved it! Fucking! She didn't want him to stop, not ever! She moved her hips langurously in circles, screwing herself up and down on his cock.
"That's it, Mom! Hot cunt! Hottest cunt in the world!" Tim chanted, stroking steadily into her. His fingers clutched at her rolling buttocks, and he slid one along the crack of her ass, pressing in when he found the hole of her anus.
As Susan felt the finger enter her bruised shit hole, she gave a buck of surprise and winced, then pushed back eagerly against it. It felt like a tiny cock in her ass, reaming her out, stabbing in and out in unison with his prick, and she reveled in the feeling, wondering crazily how it would feel to be fucked in both places at once! Two cocks, one in her ass, one in her cunt, filling her up, creaming into her, shooting her full of sperm! Or even three-another in her mouth! Susan moaned frantically, her head whirling as she imagined endless variations, all designed to excite her to fever pitch! Although she could hardly imagine any more excitement-surely her heart would burst.!
"FUCK! FUCK ME! IN THE ASS! IN THE CUNT! RAM YOUR FUCKING FINGER IN MY ASS! I LOVE IT! MORE! HARDER! OOOOOOHHH!" Susan screeched shrilly, her body churning furiously under her son's attack.
"I'm doing it, Mom! I'm fucking your cunt and finger fucking your ass! I can feel you cumming! OH GOD! You're shaking all over! Your insides are clutching my cock! FUCK MEEEEEE!" Tim plunged into her in wild excitement, his sperm boiling in his balls, ready to explode.
"CUM! CUM IN ME! CUM IN ME!" Susan cried. "IN MY CUNT! IN MY ASS! IN MY MOUTH! CUM ALL OVER ME! I LOVE IT! MORE CUM! MORE! I LOVE IT! FUCCCCCCKKK MEEEEEE!" She spasmed, her body snapping wildly, her head rolling from side to side as she churned through her orgasm.
"OKAY! HERE I CUM! I'M CUMMING! HOLD ON! HERE IT COMES! HOT CUM!" Tim slammed into Susan's twat, his hips jerking and pumping as he poured out his load, his heavily laden balls exploding and shooting a roaring stream of boiling fluid through the tube of his cock, bursting into his mother's steaming cunt! He felt her muscles clamp down on his shooting stick, squeezing it, milking the last drops from his balls, and he groaned with mingled pleasure and pain at the intense pressure.
When Tim's cum flooded her pussy, Susan gave a shrill cry and let completely go, her body flopping like a fish on a line as she underwent a tremendous orgasm. It felt like something was pressing down on her insides, dissolving them into a hot pool of sex liquids that gushed from her open pussy, bathing her son's prick, running down her legs in slimy strings! She gasped, her breath almost stopping as the final surge ripped through her, exploding like a firecracker, sending colored lights flashing through her brain in a wildly psychadelic light show! She moaned, giving herself up to the tidal wave of orgasm, letting herself be carrried far out on the cresting wave, to be thrown up panting on a reef of comparative calm.
"God, that was fantastic," Susan murmured, shaking her head to clear it.
"Yeah it sure was! Quite a show! Far out!" an enthusiastic boice said. "She went off like a fucking rocket!"
Susan raised her head in disbelief, craning to look behind her. Tim was still firmly imbedded in her cunt, his cock weakly dribbling the last of his cum.
"Wha ... what's going on?" Tim asked faintly, turning and looking at the spot Susan was staring at, his eyes widening.
Johnny and Jerry stood there grinning.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
"Hey," Johnny said casually, walking into the kitchen. "How's it going, Tim?" He surveyed the scene, apparently unsurprised. "We've been watching," he explained. "I didn't know you were screwing Tim too, Susan. I thought you were scared he'd find out or something."
"I was," Susan said weakly, extricating herself from Tim's cock and turning to face the other boys. "I mean, this just happened tonight."
"Well, I guess you're not worried any more, huh?" Jerry said brightly. "Gee, I'm glad we came over. We were just coming over to see if you were okay after this afternoon. Johnny was scared he hurt you when he did it in your ass. And we knocked on the front door and all, but it was open so we just came in." He smiled engagingly.
"Well you can just go back out again," Tim said furiously. "I saw you guys this afternoon! At the school! And it's over, I mean over. Never again!"
He put an arm around his mother protectively and glared at Johnny. "You're a real bastard, Johnny Taylor, acting like that to my Mom!"
"Hell, man, she dug it," Johnny said soothingly. "You liked me fucking your ass, didn't you, Susan?"
"Goddam it!" Tim said furiously. "That isn't what I meant! I mean the whole fucking thing! How could you! Fuck your teacher!"
Johnny raised an eyebrow, staring at Tim incredulously. "Hey, have you flipped? I mean look at you, man, screwing your mother! You gotta be crazy, talking to me like that!" He advanced on Tim pugnaciously. "Shit, she seduced me! Not the other way around! I mean, I was a fucking virgin until your old lady got hold of me! She flipped out over my cock and sucked me off before I even knew what was happening!"
"Boys!" Susan said sharply. She stood up sternly, trying to look imposing despite her nudity.
"Yeah, really, what's the big deal?" Jerry asked. "So Tim's fucking his Mom. Who cares? I sure don't blame him-I'd fuck her anyway even if she were my Mom! As a matter-of-fact, I sure wish she were my Mom. Then I could fuck her all the time!"
"Well she isn't and you can't!" Tim shouted, goaded beyond endurance. "She isn't gonna fuck you guys any more, so get that straight! She has me no! And she doesn't need you! So buzz off!
NOW!"
Johnny looked at the younger boy tolerantly. "Well, that's what you say," he said judiciously. "But I saw her first, even if she is your Mom, and I don't have the faintest intention of giving her up. We're gonna share, buddy, share and share alike. And now is as good a time as any to get started, right Jerry?" He unbuttoned his shirt casually, draping it over a chair and began unzipping his jeans.
"I MEAN IT! I'LL CALL THE POLICE!" Tim yelled frantically. He was furious at the older boy, both for his casual accpetance of the situation and the fact that he had fucked his mother first.
"Oh yeah? And what the hell are ya gonna tell them?" Johnny asked with interest. "That your Mom has been fucking these guys and now you want her all to yourself? This I gotta see." He shrugged contemptuously and walked towards Susan, smiling. "Now, honey, I've been waiting for this since this afternoon. How're we gonna do it this time?"
"Johnny," Susan said faintly. "I think Tim's right...."
"Well, I don't, and neither does Jerry," Johnny snapped. "Look, what's the harm? You were fucking us before, so why not now? Huh? You people are crazy. Now all the problems are solved and you're trying to make more." He reached out and grasped her, bending down and lipping one of her nipples into his mouth, his hands traveling down her body familiarly.
"No ... really," Susan moaned, her knees weakening. She slumped back against the table for support, her body already loosening under Johnny's hands.
"Just relax," Johnny whispered, raising his head. "This is gonna be great." He ran a hand between her thighs. "Take out my prick, Susan."
"NO! don't DO IT, MOM!" Tim cried in anguish. He stepped forward, his fists clenched, and Jerry grabbed him from behind. As they fell to the floor tussling, Tim saw out of the corner of his eyes his Mom reach out towards Jerry's jeans, unzipping them and groping inside. Then he began pummeling Jerry with his fists.
"Oh ... Tim...." Susas gasped, looking at her son as he and the other boy fell to the floor. Jerry, a year older, had quickly gained the upper hand was was holding Tim to the floor.
"Hell be okay," Johnny mumbled. "Forget it. He'll come around." He was pressing Susan back against the sink, his fingers busily probing her twat, his cock jumping in her hand. "Wanta do it here, or go upstairs?" he muttered, spreading her with his fingers.
Susan moaned, her body quickening under his fingers, the familiar melting turning her resistence to ashes. "Here ... do it now. Put it in, darling. I want it," she whispered, throwing her arms around his neck. Tim was forgotten. Everything was forgotten but her frantic need.
Tim watched. He couldn't do anything else. Jerry was holding him firmly on the floor, and he couldn't even turn his head. He could close his eyes, but somehow he didn't want to! He watched, his eyes glued to his mother. She was leaning back, her legs spread, and Johnny Taylor was sinking his fingers in and out of her wet cunt. Tim sighed in defeat as his mother spoke, her throaty voice begging the boy to fuck her right there, right in front of him, right in the kitchen.
"Wow, your Mom is something," Jerry whispered to Tim. He was holding the boy down easily, and he freed one hand, pulling his cock from his jeans proudly. "I'm hard as a fucking rock just watching! She's got the hottest body in town, you know?" The boy began to jack off slowly, his eyes on his brother and the woman, his other hand on Tim's neck.
Johnny had pushed Susan all the way back against the counter now, and he was inserting his cock between her thighs. And Susan was helping him, reaching down and guiding him in, opening her legs for him, groaning as he entered her. Tim groaned too, aware that his own prick was erecting, and he closed his eyes in humiliation, aware that Jerry had seen.
"Hey, man, can I let you go now without you doing something stupid?" Jerry asked. "I'd really like to get in on the action. Or else I'm gonna shoot off in my hand." He laughed, looking at Tim, his eyes bright. "Look, Tim, she wants it too, you know? And it's kinda silly to get jealous about something that's already happened. We three can have a lot of fun together, and I swear Johnny and I'll never tell a living soul. And if you keep hassling her, she'll probably just get some other dudes anyhow. I don't think one guy would be enough for her."
Tim stared at the other boy. "Wow, what are you, some kind of psychiatrist or something? Okay, I get the point. Anyhow, there's not that much I can do, is it? I mean, I guess we're all in this together." But Jerry was no longer listening. He was staring at Susan and Johnny, his hand a blur on his cock.
"Shit, look at her go!" Jerry hissed, his brown eyes glazed as he concentrated. "He's really giving it to her! Wow, I can see it going into her cunt!"
Johnny was firmly implanted in Susan now, and the other two boys watched as he plunged his dripping cock in and out of her snatch, his buttocks clenching and unclenching with each stroke. His balls jounced with the force of his thrusts as he fucked steadily into Susan, pressing her back against the counter. She had wrapped her arms around him and was leaning back, her feet planted solidly on the floor, her legs spread wide. They could see her cunt gripping Johnny's cock as he cleaved her wet flesh, and each boy groaned, remembering how it felt on his own prick!
"OH YEAH! FUCK ME!" Johnny cried enthusiastically. "I'm gonna blow my nuts, baby! Right up your hot snatch! Use that fucking cunt and milk me dry!"
Susan moaned, her pelvis snapping back and forth, presenting her pussy to Johnny's strokes, her cunt sliding up and down his tool like a greased fist, squeezing his hard shaft! She was swaying back and forth, holding onto his shoulders for balance, little moans and grunts of lust issuing from her lips.
"OH! FUCK! FUCK ME! I LOVE IT! HARDER! DEEPER!" the woman cried, her shapely ass churning.
"There she goes! Watch her! Look at her go!" Jerry cried suddenly as Susan began to twitch all over, her muscles contracting visibly beneath her glistening skin. "Hoo boy, I can just feel her twat! It must be clamping down on Johnny's cock like nobody's business! God! She sure is something!" He jacked his hand up and down his cock furiously, his mouth open as he watched.
Tim reached down, gripping his own cock in his fingers. It was rock hard again and throbbing with lust. He groaned, watching his mother cum. It was really turning him on-watching her getting fucked! His mind flew back to the first time he had watched. It seemed ages ago-and it was only this afternoon! Tim's mind boggled at all that had happened since then! He began stroking his cock softly, glancing at Jerry out of the corner of his eye.
Jerry was hunched over, his hand flying up and down his dick. He had apparently completely forgotten Tim as he jerked off frantically, his eyes following every movement of the scene before him.
"I'm gonna shoot! I'm gonna blow my wad!" Jerry announced, his voice hoarse. "OH GOD! HERE IT COMES!" With a final grunt, he began to spurt, his penis jerking and jumping as a white arc or sperm shot through the air, splattering onto the floor, some of it splashing onto the two copulating bodies.
Johnny and Susan didn't notice. They were totally engrossed, involved in their own private world of lust! Johnny was trembling now, his buttocks shivering as his orgasm approached, and he stabbed sharply and repeatedly into Susan's cunt, his balls lifting between his legs.
"I'M SHOOTING! GOING OFF! IN YOUR TWAT! I'M FILLING YOU UP!" the boy yelled suddenly. "AAAGGGHHH! HOT CUM! HOT FUCKING SPERM! HERE IT COMES!" With a final convulsive thrust he began to shoot, his organ buried deep in Susan's snatch.
Susan flopped weakly from side to side, her back pressed into the counter, her legs buckling as the final waves of orgasm swept her. Her insides ached, her muscles strained from the violent series of orgasms that had ripped through her that day, and she groaned feebly, slumping back as Johnny collapsed against her.
"Oh wow! What a fucking fantastic show," Jerry whispered, wiping his cock between his fingers. He stood up, stretching and looked at Tim inquiringly. Johnny also pulled out, his penis shrunken and limp, and looked at Susan's son.
Tim blushed. He looked down at his cock, which was rock hard in his hand. "Well, I guess it's my turn now," he said hesitantly. "Mom? Do you think...." He indicated his swollen cock.
Susan smiled, relief breking over her face. "Oh, dear. Of course. Anytime, darling." She looked at Johnny and Jerry and smiled. "Why don't we go upstairs? It looks like the secret's safe now, among us four." She pushed herself away from the counter and walked over to Jerry, bearing herself as regally as a queen among her subjects. "Come on, dear. Everything's going to be wonderful from now on."
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Susan led the way to her bedroom, the boys following her. She paused at the door, turning to face the three.
"Now I'm sure you all understand by now that this must never go beyond this house," she said firmly. "Well have to be real careful-at school especially. If any inkling of this gets out, it would mean my job. And they'd take Tim away from me, and probably put you boys in a state home. Society doesn't look very kindly on this, you know."
"Yeah, yeah we know," Johnny said impatiently. "Let's get it on!" He was right behind Susan, and he flicked her buttocks. "Your kid's got a hard on a mile long, and I know he wants to put it somewhere!" He laughed. "Has he had your ass yet?"
"Yes I have!" Tim said sharply, a little miffed at the older boy's tone. After all, it was his Mom!
"Boys," Susan said softly. "No more of that silliness. We have little enough time to waste in arguments." She paused, suddenly feeling her age. She knew that these moments of joy would be fleeting enough, and she felt a sharp resentment that she had wasted so much of her life in needless moralizing.
"Yeah, it's almost eight o'clock already," Jerry said practically. "Mom'll have a fit if we're out after nine! Let's go!" He pushed at Tim's back, and the four entered the bedroom.
Susan lay back on the bed, smiling at her young lovers, thanking fate for being so good to her. "Any woman would be proud to have one of you," she said softly. "And I'm triply lucky. Come here, darling. What would you like me to do?"
"Hey, you should try fucking her tits," Johnny offered, still trying for the upper hand. "It's like fucking a pillow, they're so soft, and she can lick your cock at the same time!"
"Mom, I think I'd like to just fuck you," Tim said simply. "But whatever you want is fine with me." He climbed on the bed beside his mother, looking at her lovingly. "We can do it any way you want. We've got all the time in the world." He shot a smug look at Johnny, reminding him that he did live here, after all, and this fantastic piece of ass was his to enjoy at leisure.
Susan reached out, drawing her son to her, running her hands down his firm young body. "I love your cock, darling," she whispered. "It's so beautiful ... and I love you fucking me! But why don't you let me suck you ... I'd love to taste your cum, darling." She pulled him to her, her mouth settling firmly on his cock, drawing him fully into her lips.
"Wow, she's taking it all the way in," Jerry said. "She's some cocksucker, isn't she Johnny? She'll just suck and suck until he cums and then she'll eat it all!" He climbed on the bed too, watching excitedly as Tim slid between his mother's lips.
"OOOOOOooo, Mom! That's so good!" Tim babbled, running his fingers over his mother's face as she sucked him in. "I just love it when you suck me! I'm gonna cum in your mouth, and you're gonna eat my cum!" He began pumping vigorously ito her mouth, feeling her tongue rasping up and down his rigid shaft, swirling over the head.
Johnny watched silently for a moment, his hand stroking his cock gently. Then he shook himself, clearing his head, and scrambled over between Susan's legs. "Gonna eat me some pussy," he announced, settling himself. "Oh boy, the juiciest cunt in town!" He lowered his head, sticking his tongue deep into Susan's cunt, licking out the traces of sperm still inside.
"Wow, Tim, you should see this! Johnny's eating her out ... and he just came in there! He's eating his own cum," Jerry said, sliding over.
"Yeah, he's eating mine too, 'cause I came in there just before he did," Tim grunted. He looked around over his shoulder briefly, looking at Johnny's dark head as it dipped into his mother's snatch. He shivered, faintly revulsed at the idea of eating her out down there, but determined to try it as soon as he could.
Susan felt the hot rasp of Johnny's tongue snake into her cunt, and she shuddered in intense pleasure, sucking even more strongly at her son's cock. Her legs lifted accomodatingly, opening herself to the boy's mouth. She could hardly breathe, her heart pounding in excitement, her mouth stuffed with her son's cock! Her hips lifted, moving rhythmically, grinding her pussy into his face.
Johnny dipped his tongue into the steaming well of her cunt, swirling it around inside, licking heartily at the dripping walls. He was innundated with pussy juice-he drank greedily, savoring the rich tang, stabbing again and again into the spongy flesh. His nose was buried in her steamy recesses, and the smell of her sex filled his nostrils. He groaned, his voice bubbling through the thick mucus that filled it, and settled his mouth over the whole of her vulva, sucking it in, chewing fiercely at her wet flesh. And Susan moaned too, smashing into his face, her legs trembling as she began to cum.
"She's cumming! She's cumming in your mouth!" Jerry cried in wild excitement, leaning close to his brother. "Eat it! Eat her cum! Oh wow! I can see it coming out, it's all over your mouth! Eat it!" He reached down, running his hand over Susan's pumping pelvis, feeling through his fingers the intense convulsions of her muscles.
Johnny raised his head, grinning at his brother, his mouth and chin smeared with pussy juice. "Want to try it?" he said hoarsely. "She's cumming a river!"
Jerry bent down, pushing his brother aside, and stuck his face into the place Johnny had vacated, licking at Susan's bubbling hole, sucking it all in. As he cleaned her out, he shivered, his hand going automatically to his cock. Susan groaned again, raising her hips and preparing to let go another flood. Jerry raised his head.
"I'm gonna put it in her," he announced. "I can't stand much more of this shit. I'm not gonna shoot off in my hand again!" He slid up, kneeling between her outspread legs, and introduced the head of his cock to her sloppy cunt, fitting it between the puffy lips and pressing in sharply. With a groan, he slid into the greased canal, his erect prick slicing easily into her quivering flesh.
Susan groaned again. She had vaguely felt Johnny leave her cunt, and had been aware of a feeling of disappointment, for her body had been preparing to go off again! But Jerry's entrance took her completely by surprise! She moaned deep in her throat, almost choking on Tim's cock as the other boy thrust into her, his cock cleaving her dripping flesh like a knife. Her head spun, visions of her; earlier fantasy flashing through her brain. Cock in her mouth, in her cunt ... only one was missing to complete the vision. But she wasn't worried about that now! Her body lifted, her long legs wrapping eagerly around Jerry's buttocks as she drew him deeply inside her!
Tim pounded on into his mother's mouth, his legs shaking with the effort. He was fucking blindly now, his balls slapping against her chin with each stroke. He heard the boys exchange places, and he glanced over his shoulder-right into Jerry's contorted face! Jerry gave a grin that was a grimace.
"God! Hot cunt! Fucking her! Hot pussy," he grunted, pumping into Susan. "Gonna shoot in a minute! Too hot! Gripping me like a fist, man!"
Tim shuddered, the utter lewdness of the situation flashing through his mind. He was pumping into his mother's mouth, his cock swollen with lust, while another boy was in her twat! They would both cum in her, filling her with their seed! He moaned in intense excitement, his hips slamming forward with a will of their own, the tension building in his balls until he thought they would burst!
"OH FUCK! I'M GONNA CUM! IN YOUR MOUTH! OH MOM! HE'S IN YOUR CUNT! OH! I CANT ... I CANT GO ON! OOOHHHGGG! HERE IT COMES!" With a final thrust, Tim buried himself in his mother's mouth, his cock spurting and jerking, filling her throat with his cum. She choked and gagged, and then swallowed, her throat muscles working on his cock, milking him.
"Oh Mom," Tim sighed. "Eat it, Mom! Eat my cum." He slumped forward onto her face, his heart beating rapidly, his body shaking with the aftermath of his orgasm.
Johnny watched as Tim came. He was sitting on the bed, fondling his soft prick, watching his brother plow into Susan's cunt as her son filled her mouth. He grinned to himself proudly, feeling as if he had orchestrated the scene, and his dick twitched in his fingers. He looked down at it appraisingly, hoping it would erect again soon. He knew just what he wanted to do with it.
Tim rolled off his mother's face, pulling his pecker from her sucking lips with a pop. She smiled vaguely at him, licking her lips, but her attention was concentrated on her cunt. Jerry was foaming and hunching between her legs, his buttocks working like pistons as he pounded towards orgasms.
"Yeah, Jerry, do it! Fuck her! She's ready to go off again! Give it to her! Give her some cream! Cream for her pussy!" Johnny cried encouragingly to his brother. "Look at your Mom, Tim! She's really getting it on!"
"OH YES! FUCK ME! FUCK MY PUSSY! FILL ME UP!" Susan yelled, her voice ripping through the air in a shrill scream. She writhed uncontrollably, her hips jerking unsteadily as she rose to meet each stroke of Jerry's cock. She was in a dream of lust now, her body acting completely independently of her mind, twisting and flopping on the bed as spasms wrenched through her.
"I'M GONNA CUM! NOW! HERE IT COMES!" Jerry yelled without warning. He grunted feverishly, his fingers scrabbling at her rolling hips for balance as he smashed into her, his cum surging through the tube of his cock, bursting into her womb with the force of a gun shot! He twisted against her, screwing himself deep into the hole, almost sobbing as he poured his seed into her. He felt like his head burst along with his balls, driving out every thought but the elemental drive for orgasm!
As Jerry's strokes slowed and finally quit, Susan trembled through the last stages of her orgasm. Then she opened her eyes, looking around dazedly. Jerry was slumped between her thighs, breathing heavily, and Johnny and Tim were sitting beside her, watching. She almost shut her eyes again at the hot glow in their young eyes.
"Wow, that was beautiful," Tim said quietly. "You really came like a rocket, you know, Mom?" He stretched slightly, looking down at his cock and smiling ruefully. "Got it all hard again just watching."
"Yeah, mine too," Johnny chimed in. "Hey, how about doing something about it?" He stroked his cock slowly, a grin tugging at his features.
"Darling," Susan murmured. "Of course ... where wouldyou like it? My cunt? Or my mouth?" She closed her eyes slightly, smiling. She felt as if she were floating on a cloud, high above the room, looking down at her battered body lying on the tumbled bed.
"Ass," grunted Johnny. "You had the ass yet, Tim? It's hot as shit, and a lot tighter than her cunt."
"Yeah, I said I had," Tim answered casually. He looked at Johnny, amazed that his jealousy of the older boy was gone. They were just partners now, partners in an unholy trio. "Go on. She may be a little sore, so take it easy, huh?"
"Aw, she can take anything we can give her," Johnny boasted. "Shit, didya see how she sucked you off and took on Jerry at the same time? Like she had two cunts. Well, she has three now."
Susan opened her eyes. "Three cunts, and three cocks," she said softly. "A place for each...." She shivered, knowing now that this was what she needed. One cock was fantastic, but two were even better, and three! She smiled to herself. This surely would satisfy her, still the raging lust in her body. Since her first initiation into group sex, she had known deep inside that nothing else would do. She was too highly sexed for one man, and she had been deprived too long. Her body seemed to want to make up for lost time, all in the space of a few days! Susan groaned, testing her muscles-she was sore, and felt like she had been sat on, but her body was still aching for sex. Any kind, any where.
"Come on, darling, put it in. Put it in my ass," she breathed, rolling onto her side.
Johnny stroked his cock. This was even better than he had imagined! Far from rejecting the idea, Susan was welcoming him, presenting her ass to him eagerly. He shivered, kneeling behind her and running his hands over her creamy flesh, now marked with myriad red welts from his and Tim's fingers.
"Wow, she looks like she's been in a war," Jerry said, his eyes wide. He had recovered somewhat from his orgasm, and was sitting on the edge of the bed watching. "Gee, I've never had her back there before. Could I have that next time?" His voice was wistful as he watched his brother part Susan's ass cheeks, exposing the tiny rose of her anus.
"Sure. Look, we've got lots of time. Years," Johnny said matter-of-factly. "We can fuck her every day if we want to, so there'll be loads of time for you to have her shit hole. And you aren't ready right now." He bent down, licking at Susan's ass, running his tongue up and down the crack and punching it into the hole.
"What're ya doing?" Tim asked in amazement. "I didn't see you do that before!" He leaned forward, fascinated. "Doesn't it taste awful?"
"Naw, it ain't bad," Johnny grunted, raising his mouth from Susan's ass. "You gotta grease her a little back there so it'll go in easy. Some guys use Vaseline." He shook his head at Tim's ignorance and grinned hugely. "Hell, did you give her a dry run? Bet she musta screamed to high heaven!" He settled himself behind Susan, holding her wide with his hands, and fit the head of his cock against the hole. "Okay, baby, here it goes. Loosen up, 'cause I'm going in!"
Susan bent forward, her ass in the air, shuddering as she felt the tip of his cock. Her asshole twitched, and she pressed back against him, eager for him to plunge in and get the initial pain over with. "Go on! Do it," she urged in a low voice. "Shove your prick in my ass!"
Johnny tensed his muscles, making them stand out like ropes on his lithe young body. He could feel the heat rising from her asshole in waves, bathing his throbbing prick, and he grunted, thrusting forward suddenly in a tremendous shove, slamming into her canal. Susan groaned, almost sprawling forward with the force of his stroke, but pressed back against him gamely, his dick sliding into her buttery ass! His balls banged against her ass, and he was all the way in!
"OOO, that's good! Good! Now fuck me! FUCK MY ASS! I LOVE IT!" Susan cried, her hips grinding back against Johnny. His cock felt like a red hot poker in her vitals, and she moaned with mingled pain and pleasure, pushing back against him, feeling exactly as if she were about to shit.
"Hot shit! I'm in! Wow, she's squeezing my dick with her fucking ass! It feels like it's about to come off in there!" Johnny cried lustily, stroking into her hot ass. He closed his eyes in ecstasy as feeling rushed through him, making his heart lurch in his chest.
Tim watched in awe as his friend sliced into his Mom's ass. She sure wasn't fighting this time-she obviously loved it! Her hips were churning up and down, her whole body moving as she fucked back against the boy's prick. Tim wished that it was his prick in her ass. He could just feel her hot flesh on his cock, and he groaned in disappointment, staring down at his now erect rod, taking it between his fingers. He couldn't wait-he was going to have to do something. He looked at his mother consideringly-there was her mouth, and that was great, but he had just had it. Or her cunt. He squinted, trying to figure out how to get in, then scrambled over.
"Hey! Johnny! Roll her on her side! I wanta fuck her cunt," the young boy said, his eyes gleaming. "We can fuck her at the same time...."
Johnny shrugged, pulling Susan onto her side, his hands using her breasts like handles. "Like a sandwich, huh! Okay, Tim, put it in. But hurry up, man, she isn't gonna hold still very long!"
Tim scooted up next to his mother, one hand sliding down to her cunt, thrusting inside her. She moaned, smiling at him encouragingly, and he fit the head of his dick at the opening, holding his breath as he pushed in.
"It's too tight," he said in disappointment. "It'll never go in! You're stretching her too much in the ass." He pressed in slightly.
"Go on! Shove it in," Susan whispered tensely, wildly excited. Her fantasy was becoming reality! She grunted, pressing down against Tim's cock, trying to suck it up inside her, and he pushed. Suddenly, he gave a shove, and it was in! In her cunt! She was stuffed, stem to stern with prick!
"OOOHH I'M IN!" Tim yelled. "God! I can feel your cock in her ass!" He moved forward cautiously, felt her cunt give under him, and stroked more strongly. "Oh wow! This is fantastic!" He could feel Johnny's cock in his mother's ass, only seperated by a thin membrane, and it felt like they were fucking together, their cocks in one huge cunt!
"Okay, let's fuck her now!" Johnny cried, drawing back and thrusting in vigorously. "I can feel your dick too, Tim! It's hard as a rock in her cunt! OH GOD! I can't stand it!" He shivered, beginning to pump steadily into her ass, and Tim stroked in unison.
Susan was in heaven. A heaven of cock and cunt, tight stretched cunt, stuffed to the burning point! She felt like a sausage, stuffed at both ends, and she loved it! She loved it! She had never imagined anything could feel this good! She shuddered, her body seesawing back and forth between two cocks, one in her cunt, one in her ass, filling her up!
"I love it! I LOVE IT! OH GOD! don't EVER STOP!" Susan moaned. Suddenly, her eyes fell on Jerry. He was watching in amazement, his eyes wide and his cock hard! Susan reached out for him, babbling. "In my mouth, darling! Put your prick in my mouth! All three of you in me!"
Without hesitation, Jerry crawled across the bed to the three fuckers. He looked down at the tangle of bodies, and Tim moved back slightly. Jerry squeezed in, aiming his prick at Susan's mouth, and she took it in hungrily, greedily, slobbering as she sucked him in.
"OHHH! SUCK IT! SUCK MY COCK!" Jerry moaned, hunching forward, pumping into Susan's mouth. He was immensely excited, turned on by watching the lewd scene, and he knew it wouldn't be long before he came! Nobody could hold off under circumstances like this! He pumped forward lustily, his cock slicing into Susan's wet mouth, his balls crushing against her chin.
Susan almost choked in her excitement. This was it! Every available hole filled with prick! She shuddered, her body cresting easily into orgasm, her three orifices clamping hungrily on the boy's cocks! She wanted them to cum, now, not to wait any longer!
Tim agreed. He was trembling on the brink of climax, and his eyes met Johnny's over his mother's shoulders. "Let's go! Let's fill her up with cum! She wants it now! She's cumming, I can feel her cumming!"
Johnny nodded jerkily and began his final drive into Susan's ass. Her buttocks were shaking like Jello under him, and he could feel her powerful muscles pulling his prick! He thrust forward one last time, his cock beginning to spurt into the dank recesses of her asshole.
"HERE IT COMES! HOT CREAM! IN YOUR ASS!" he yelled, his fingers clutching her wildly to his as he shot his load.
"IN YOUR CUNT! CUMMING! AAAGGGHHH!" Tim responded, letting go, his prick spurting forth a stream of semen, splattering into his mother's hot cunt.
As he heard the other boys let go, Jerry did too, with a sigh of relief, pumping a steady column of seed into Susan's mouth, grunting as she drank from his cock, her throat pressing against his shaft as she swallowed every drop.
Susan flopped wildly. She was innundated with semen. Jerry filled her mouth, Tim her cunt, Johnny her ass, and she loved it! She could feel the hot flood battering at her from all sides, and she closed her eyes, almost swooning in delight as her orgasm broke over her. At last she was still, and the four just lay there for a moment, panting, their hearts still beating hard, their bodies sliding into the delicious afterglow of lust.
Finally, Susan raised her head, letting Jerry's dick slide from her lips. She smiled down at her three lovers, thinking again how lucky she was to have such virile lovers to take care of her needs. Maybe between the three of them, they could keep her happy and contented. Anyway, she certainly planned to try at every opportunity!
"Wow, Mom, that was too much," Tim groaned, slipping out and lying on his back. "Shit I wish I didn't hafta go to school tommorrow. I'd like to just fuck all the time."
"Yeah, teacher! How 'bout it?" Johnny said joking. "We could just hold class here every day! I bet we could learn a lot more than at school!"
Susan smiled at them, realizing again how young they were. "I wish we could too, darlings," she said softly. "But we're going to have to keep up appearances. Maybe someday, people can just do what they want, but not now. But we'll have lots of time together, I promise. This is the most important thing in the world to me now." She sighed softly, remembering the wild events of the last few days, thinking how it had all turned out for the best. She smiled, content.
