Why should an attractive older woman find herself irresistibly attracted to men half her age? Strange as the question may sound, many women find themselves in such a situation, unable to understand sexual drives that are impossible to deny, driven against their will to seek out sex partners in some cases young enough to be their children.
There are pat traditional psychological answers to the above questions. Psychiatrists speak of arrested development, of traumatic experiences during adolescence, of a desire to remain young, of the replenishing effect of brush with youthful sexuality. All of these answers are in some sense true, but none can explain the phenomenon adequately.
It is considered quite normal for a middle-aged man to find himself attracted to young girls. After all, adolescent women are young, at the peak of sexuality, looking for a father figure and so forth. But few people realize that middle-aged women often harbor the same desires. It is interesting to speculate on their motives.
The simplest answer is that a young boy is likely to be both virile and appreciative of an older woman's favors. A virgin, or nearly so, a teenage boy will jump at the chance to learn about sex from an older, experienced woman. Often he will be the aggressor, taking advantage of the woman's loneliness and reassuring her that she is still sexually attractive.
Once a middle-aged woman has seduced a younger man, she is quite likely to want to repeat the experience. Biologists state categorically that males reach their sexual peak during their adolescent years. It is then that they are most virile, that their capacity for orgasm is nearly unlimited.
And, of course, the middle-aged woman will herself feel young. She will be in touch with a new generation through the medium of her young lover. Perhaps she will even understand her own children better. Most important, she will be able to forget the pain and disappointment of growing old.
Such a woman will not find her path easy or comfortable. Most often she will have to keep her affair secret, from her friends, relatives and, of course, husband. The lies that she tells will reinforce her sexual passion, will make her more and more dependent on the boy she is seeing.
Often this leads to a sense of guilt that can be quite damaging to the woman. On the other hand, many women take a more liberated attitude, insisting on their right to live their own sex lives with no guilt or explanations.
The following novel describes the adventures of a woman of the latter sort. It is a recreation of her journey into sexual self-discovery, demonstrating to the adult reader the innumerable permutations of erotic sensibility.
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CHAPTER ONE
Paula Gervin sneaked a quick look at the clock just before ministering to her last patient of the day. Tomorrow was a holiday, Thanksgiving, and as soon as she finished treating John Watkins' hand she would be able to leave her office. Most of the rest of the hospital staff had already gone home but she had to finish her daily caseload.
"How are you feeling today?" Paula asked the tall fourteen-year-old lad who sat stripped to the waist on her white-paper covered operating table. "We'll do a few exercises, change your bandage, then you can leave for the holiday."
"I'm all right, I guess," Johnny answered morosely, staring at Paula's nylon clad knees. "Listen, Miss Gervin, I'm not going to be able to play any ball for the rest of the season, am I?"
"I'm sorry, Johnny," Paula answered, deciding to be honest. "There's nothing really wrong with you that time won't heal, but you'll have to be very careful for at least three months."
Paula rolled the exercise machine to where her patient was sitting. He looked so pathetic, so young and frustrated. If only Johnny could see some of the other injuries she dealt with every day, he wouldn't be feeling sorry for himself. But he was at an age when boys took themselves terribly seriously. To Johnny, three months of partial incapacitation must seem like the end of the world, a catastrophe of unmitigated proportion.
"Let's see if you can do it ten times in one minute, rest a minute and then do it again," Paula suggested, laying the boy's hand on a shiny chrome arrangement of weights and pulleys.
Johnny began to work enthusiastically. He was still staring at the lovely occupational therapist as his wrist and fingers bent to the task. And Paula was certainly something to see, especially for a youth in the throes of recent puberty. If anything would cheer Johnny up, it was the thought of Paula, stripped of her white uniform, performing a different kind of therapy in an, as yet, uninjured part of his healthy young body.
Paula smiled as she watched the boy. His arms were long and wiry, almost hairless. His skin retained the rosiness of boyhood. Most of all she admired his upper body, the tapering muscular torso, the finely sculptured neck and his handsome boyish face. All in all, a welcome change from her older patients.
"Take it easy, Johnny," Paula cautioned, grabbing the boy's quickly twisting wrist. "There, you've loosened the bandage already. What am I going to do with you?"
"How about making me feel better with a kiss," Johnny suggested, surprised at his own boldness.
But there was something about the gorgeous brunette that made familiarity seem safe. She was always so friendly, so interested in him. Sometimes it seemed like she used every excuse to touch him.
"Well, we are all alone," Paula teased, unaware that she was blushing slightly. "Would you be happy if I kissed you or scared?" Now Paula smiled openly.
"I'd like you to kiss me," Johnny answered quickly. "I like you very much, Paula. You're the only girl I like."
Paula drifted closer to the boy as she continued her banter. He was nervous but reasonably secure as he returned her gaze. Yes, she told herself, I can kiss the boy or do anything else I want with him. We are alone here, really alone.
To break the tension, Paula began to unwind Johnny's tape and gauze bandage, taking special care not to hurt his recently injured hand. Then, when the bandages were removed, she held John's hand palm up and began to caress the knuckles, working feeling back into the idle appendage.
Now Paula could smell the boy's breath as he leaned his head closer to her. He gave off an odor of fresh mountain streams which was in keeping with his healthy, rural good looks. John was tall and strong as a full grown man but he still had a pretty face, the face of a handsome teenage youth.
"Kiss me," Johnny urged, his lips just a few inches from Paula's enchanting face. He could see down Paula's neckline now, could see the shadow that fell between her heavy tits. "Please, Miss Gervin, just one kiss."
Paula did not give herself time to think about what she was doing. She bent her head towards the boy and met his lips with her own sensual mouth. She wanted Johnny and she had not had a man in over two months. Johnny was old enough to have a woman and he wanted her too.
Paula parted her lips and tried to suck the boy's tongue into her greedy mouth. Already her body was tense and on edge, beginning to sense that something good was coming. It was possible that Johnny would not be able to satisfy her, but Paula was not worried. Her judgment in sexual matters was pretty good of late and hardly ever failed her.
Johnny kept his eyes opened as he kissed Paula, letting his gaze travel the full length of her magnificent body. She had beautiful silky black hair, almost like an Oriental. Her eyes were round and black, her nose straight and slightly tilted. Her mouth was especially tempting, with broad thick lips that curled up provocatively at the corners.
But Paula's body was even better than her lovely face. Her tits were big live things, moving beneath the tight white fabric of her uniform. Her flexed legs, uncovered now halfway up the thigh, were white and shapely, leading up to a flaring set of hips and an ass that he did not have to see to remember, perhaps the girl's best feature.
Paula felt herself squirming in the boy's arms, delighted that Johnny was kissing her properly. His tongue had plunged right into her hungry mouth and was now entwined with her own. The boy's hard muscular chest was crushing her tits and turning her on intensely. All she had to do was take her time and play her cards right and the boy would be hers.
"You can touch me if you want," Paula whispered, breaking the kiss for a moment.
Then, suddenly inspired, Paula got up from the operating bench and began to undress. It was a crucial moment. There was a distinct possibility that the boy would panic and desert her, but if that was going to happen, the sooner the better. Besides, Johnny seemed to have his shit together. The odds were that he would appreciate her strip show plenty.
Not that Paula lingered in removing her hospital uniform. Her cunt was already dripping wet, anticipating being filled by the boy's throbbing prick. She wanted him hot and fast. Paula pulled her dress over her head and threw it blindly into the corner. Reaching behind her back, she unhooked a black lace brassiere and pulled it quickly from her torso.
Stockings and panties were last to go. Paula soon stood naked before her potential young lover, swaying from side to side so that Johnny could see all of her. Once she pirouetted completely, giving the boy a quick view of her heart shaped ass. Now it was time for him to undress.
Johnny slipped out of his hospital pajamas in a second, reaching for Paula just as the thirty-five-year-old woman sat back down on the operating table, leaning her shoulder against the wall. He sank down beside her, feeling his prick fill up with blood and spring to life. The woman was incredible, like a pin-up come to life. Her huge firm tits alone could have kept him fascinated for the rest of the day.
Paula was determined to make things easy for her young lover by being the aggressor. The sight of his healthy, muscular adolescent body was driving her to distraction. She could see that Johnny's prick was already hard, a good six inches long, everything she needed to satisfy her lust totally.
She reached down and began to fondle the thick hard tube, wrapping her long fingers around the base and stroking gently. Johnny's body quivered as she touched him but he wasn't all that nervous. If nothing else, he seemed happy enough letting her jerk him off, just as Paula had expected.
Paula moved her hand up and down the boy's prick, letting her swaying tits brush occasionally against his contracted biceps. Her fingers touched the tip of his red, blood-engorged weapon and then closed around the head, squeezing it gently. Already she could feel blood coursing through the boy's rod.
Johnny sat rigidly as the sensual brunette worked his prick over. His sexual experience was sadly limited but you didn't have to be a genius to know that you were into a good thing. Paula was sending chills through his whole body and it stood to reason to assume that things were going to get better before his session came to a close.
Paula's head moved closer to the boy's prick. I want to suck him off, she told herself. I want to feel that big thing throbbing in my mouth, until he comes. Then I want to taste his come. Her desires clear, there was no point wasting any time. The boy was certainly ready for her.
Then Paula rolled out the heavy artillery. She slid slowly off the operating table until she could feel her knees resting on the cold polished tiles of the floor. Now the lad's rock-hard cock was exactly level with her face. Paula protruded her tongue from her thick lips and let its tip touch the very point of Johnny's swollen rod, eager to have it inside her.
Her tongue began to describe slow, sensual circles on the head of Johnny's prick, soon coating the thick cudgel with a fine patina of warm saliva. Parting her lips a little, Paula guided the first three inches of the organ into her mouth, salivating wildly, wanting the boy's sperm.
"Oh, shit, that feels good," Johnny muttered, hardly able to talk. "Yes, suck it like that, use your tongue some more. You're driving me crazy with your tongue."
Paula began to bob her head up and down on the boy's cock, taking in another inch with every stroke. She would not stop until she had serviced the full length of the angry-looking tool. For a moment she felt herself choking as her head slid down into position but soon she had adjusted perfectly.
Johnny looked down and saw that his prick had disappeared completely into Paula's mouth. Her teeth gently framed the thick root of his prick while her lips were pressed firmly against his tangled blond pubic hairs. He did not move an inch, intimidated as well as turned on by the mysterious older woman.
Paula kept the prick buried in her throat for another few seconds, rubbing her tits on the boy's hard thighs. She reached down and started to fondle his balls with her right hand, stroking the delicate sac, then squeezing it a little harder, as if she wanted to milk the come out of his balls.
The big prick slid halfway out of Paula's mouth, giving the voluptuous woman an opportunity to please her young lover in new and different ways. She glued her tongue to the underside of Johnny's organ and sucked it like a giant candy-cane, feeling her cheeks hollowing from the effort.
Her head began to move up and down again, sometimes letting all but the purple head of her lover's cock slide out of her mouth. Then she would suck it all in again, all six inches, until it bulged in her straining throat. She wanted it to go on forever but knew that that was impossible, that it would not be long before the boy creamed in her mouth.
Paula looked down at the prick she was servicing so well and saw that it had turned darker than ever. She ran her tongue along the prominent veins that lined its surface, tracing each one from crown to base. She never stopped working for a second, knowing that her reward would soon come.
Johnny began to rock back and forth on his hips, driving his prick deep into Paula's mouth and then pulling it most of the way out. He was fighting against his lust but knew that he could not hold out for long. He had never been blown before and the combined ministrations of lips, teeth and tongue were impossible for him to resist.
Paula could taste a preliminary drop of come pearling at the tip of Johnny's pecker. The semen was warm and thick and salty, a preview of things to come. Yes, I have him just where I want him, she thought, writhing with passion and ready to shoot his wad. It's going to happen any second now.
Johnny began to fuck the woman's mouth hard and fast, keeping his eyes closed now, totally overwhelmed by sensations of undreamt pleasure. His prick felt like it was going to explode and fly right off his taut body. Then he stopped moving, leaning heavily against the wall, his face covered with sweat.
"Oh God," he bellowed in a cracked voice. "It's happening. AAAEEEIIIIII!!!!!! I'm coming, shit, I'm coming. I can't stand it anymore. Oh shit, I'm coming in your mouth."
The fourteen-year-old boy was as good as his word. His prick held stationary for a moment and then erupted, sending a long, thick stream of spunk into Paula's waiting throat. The flow started and then increased, surprising Paula completely. It was all she could do to down the thick, sticky fluids as quickly as the lad shot them into her mouth.
The taste of come turned Paula on all the more. She looked up at her lover as his magic wand was still exploding, smelled the acrid aroma of the boy's sweat and scum. She could feel her own sexual secretions leaking out of her pussy and cooling on her naked sleek thighs. Yes, she would get him to fuck her if he ever stopped coming from her blow-job.
Finally the flow ceased. Paula kept the strong scented fluids in her mouth for a few seconds and then swallowed them with an audible gulp. Her whole body felt warm and satisfied from the boy's seminal juices. Best of all, his prick was still hard and ready, ready to be shoved into her twat.
"That was nice, wasn't it, Johnny?" she urged the boy. "I made you very happy, didn't I? Of course I did, I heard you moaning. Now you can do something nice for me, only you're going to like it too. Want to know what it is?"
"Do you want me to fuck you?" Johnny asked, still having trouble finding his voice. "I've never done that before."
"You'll do just fine," Paula answered, narrowing her eyes and staring at the boy. "Just do what I tell you and we can have plenty more fun together."
So saying, Paula rose from her knees and displaced her lover from the operating table. Soon she was lying supine on the padded bench, her legs spread wide apart, her pink moist labia clearly visible. Her tits, swollen larger than ever, rose and fell as she awaited her lover's caresses.
"Come on, Johnny, you don't have to be shy," Paula coaxed. "You like my tits, don't you? You can touch them and stroke them and kiss them. Come on, let me see you do that."
Johnny leaned over the reclining woman and quickly did her bidding. He knew that he was ready to go again and felt confident that Paula would show him the way. Her body was absolutely incredible, warmer and softer than he could have believed. He wanted to explore all of it, especially the mysterious fragrant cunt that she had bared to his inspection.
"Ummm, that feels good," Paula said as she felt the boy's fingers brushing her nipples. "Squeeze them harder, until they get red and stiff. Then use your tongue on them."
Johnny was using one hand on each tit, but he quickly complied with Paula's request. His mouth closed around one of the woman's broad rosy nipples and then he sucked the pink pad into his mouth, rubbing the tip of his tongue on her nipple. Soon the little star had turned hard and red and puckered and the boy felt his body going wild again.
"Just another minute, then you can fuck me," Paula cautioned, seeing where the boy was at. "Take your right hand, just the first two fingers and then put them in my cunt. Go ahead, you don't have to worry about hurting me."
Johnny stroked the imperious woman's thighs before getting up the courage to enter her pussy with his fingers. He felt the moist labia and then did as he was told. To his surprise, Paula's cunt was tight and clinging, not the wide open orifice that he had expected it to be.
He caught on quickly, still following Paula's instructions. In and out, up and down, his probing fingers moved, soothing the woman and firing her lust simultaneously. Now he was lying on top of Paula, feeling her tits pressed against his chest. His prick was on her thigh, moving closer and closer to his hand, closer to the redolent cavity of her cunt.
"Put it in," Paula moaned, her voice almost angry. "Don't keep me waiting, damn it. Hurry up and fuck me."
Then Paula took matters into her own hands, gripping the boy's prick roughly and guiding it into her hungry snatch. She gasped with passion as she felt him filling her to capacity. Her vaginal sphincters held on to the boy's rod and refused to let it go. It would not be long before she came.
"Don't move, don't move at all," Paula whispered in her young lover's ear. "I'll do all the work. Just keep that big thing inside me and I'll make you happy."
But Johnny could not help moving. His prick felt as if it were being caressed by a thousand tiny hands as Paula's cunt contracted around it. He could smell her warm, spicy pussy juice just as he could feel it seeping out of her pussy and coating his prick, balls and thighs.
Meanwhile, Paula slid her cunt up and down the boy's thick healthy penis. Her hips churned wildly, as if she wanted to wring the heavy club right off Johnny's body. Now it was touching her very center, sending surges of electricity through the woman's body. She was almost there.
Soon the two lovers had established a perfect unison of movement. Their bodies were glued together with sweat, touching at every possible point. Johnny's prick rammed angrily in and out of Paula's luscious fuck hole and the woman had to stop and-brush the boy's sweat out of her eyes. She continued moving, grinding her tits harder and harder into his chest.
Paula wrapped her arms around Johnny's back, drawing the boy closer to her. At the same time, she lifted her shapely legs and clenched them behind the boy's hard tight little ass. Now he was all the way inside her again, unable to withdraw. Just a few more seconds of that kind of friction and pressure and she would be ready for her long awaited orgasm.
Johnny tried to withdraw a few inches but Paula was a strong woman, especially that close to her orgasm. His muscles strained, which created greater pressure inside Paula's drenched pussy, turning her on all the more. She quivered beneath the boy's body, knowing that he was enjoying their scene as much as she, perhaps more, considering that it was so new to him.
But there was no more time for Paula to think. She could feel her cunt walls palpitating uncontrollably and knew that the moment of truth was finally at hand. She stopped moving but tightened her grip on her lover's back and buttocks, letting out her breath as she celebrated her climax.
"Oh, yes, yes, it's happening," Paula gasped. "I can feel you, taste you, smell you. Keep it inside me, don't move at all. Here it comes. Oh yes, I'm COMING, I'M COMINNNGGG!!!"
Paula accompanied her words with frantic gyrations of her lush pelvis, jerking around her lover's prick. The cunt honey spurted out of her vulva, a thick steady flow that soaked her lover to the knees. She felt three separate spasms of pleasure, each more lasting and powerful than its predecessor.
Just as her passion started to cool, Paula felt her lover having his second orgasm. The boy had been a good patient lover and now he was having his fun, spraying his hot, frothing come into her waiting pussy. They finished their orgasms together and then Paula could feel the boy going limp inside her, just before his cock slid out of her twat.
"I guess I have to go home now, huh?" Johnny asked, averting his eyes, obviously ready for more.
"Yes, you do," Paula answered, smiling reassuringly. "But we have had a good time together, my love. And we won't tell anybody about it, will we? It'll be our little secret, just you and me. You see, if you tell anybody at all about it, we won't be able to do this again."
Johnny was not a stupid boy. It would be hard not to brag to his friends but harder still to give up what he had just acquired. He nodded to Paula, then returned her smile and kissed the gorgeous woman on her full sensual lips.
CHAPTER TWO
Paula went home by bus rather than walking. On the bus, she could read the newspaper, stare at other passengers, watch out the window for familiar faces. In other words, she would be less tempted to think about what she had done that afternoon. Thinking about things was not always such a good idea.
Life was best when you acted spontaneously, went from one experience to another without bothering to impose patterns on your doings. Once you started analyzing, you inhibited yourself, develope a tendency to rob experiences of their value by predicting their outcome.
The happiest years in life, Paula thought, were the adolescent years. Childhood had been pretty good but adolescence was when Paula had really flowered. As a result, Paula perhaps over-valued youth. Age, maturity, growing old, changing these were ideas she strove to evade.
Once home, Paula immediately turned on the tape deck. What she had been playing that morning was fine. Good, hard rock, soul stuff. Plenty of rhythm, good suggestive lyrics. A few minutes of losing herself in the music and she would be in a perfect mood to enjoy a recap of the day's events.
Well, I really did it this time, Paula decided. No sex for a few months and then I really let myself go. Shit, it felt good to fuck that kid. Paula closed her eyes, rubbing bare ankles as she leaned back into the couch. She wasn't tired but everything seemed more sensual with her eyes closed.
Paula's thoughts drifted. There had never been a lack of men in her life. For a few years, in her early twenties, she had been uncomfortable with her good looks. Men never seemed to take her for a person, only a body. But that phase had passed quickly enough. Sex was part of her life, maybe the-best part, if and when you were into it.
When you weren't, for whatever reason, you laid back and did other things. You worked, listened to music, read, went to movies, had lunch with female friends. Or you played tennis, jogged, went to concerts and office parties. Eventually your body told you that it was time to shift gears.
Then, as if by magic, the right men started to turn up, and sometimes they were the same creeps who'd been pestering you the last few weeks. They didn't have to be perfect, as long as they didn't hassle you and knew how to fuck. Sometimes they were good people, sometimes not. You could never tell in advance.
But that wasn't the whole story. Paula knew damned well that she had sexual preferences, that some men were there just to pass the time and others turned her on in a way that made life worth living. And Johnny, her young lover, was the perfect manifestation of the latter class.
It was not painful or shocking for Paula to find her thoughts taking this tack. She had long since made peace with herself over her sexual idiosyncracies. She dug younger men, particularly in their early teens, and nothing on earth was going to change that. Basically, there was no need to change it.
Sometimes you felt guilty and cheap making it with kids, Paula conceded. But you also got a satisfaction from it that was unique and impossible to give up. And Paula had learned to strike a balance. As long as she enjoyed it, as long as it did the boy no harm, as long as she was at peace with herself, there wasn't a reason on earth not to fuck around with young lovers.
Paula spent the rest of the evening reading and watching television. Pleased with herself, she found excuses to look in the mirror a dozen times in the course of the evening. Yes, she was glowing, radiant, suffused with high color. She looked twenty more than she looked thirty-five.
Having slept like a log Paula arrived at work in good spirits. Her job was great in any case. Good pay, new people all the time, results that you could actually see and measure. And not least, the occasional Watkins. When was his next appointment? Fuck it, not until tomorrow.
The day went quickly enough and as usual Paula was left alone in her office for the last half hour. No reason to leave early even if she could. It was nice to relax in the near empty building before braving the streets. Besides, she had nothing planned that evening.
At a quarter to five, Paula looked away from her pocket mirror and makeup kit and stiffened in her chair. From the darkened corridor, Johnny Watkins was stepping slowly into her office. His face appeared half in light, half in shadow. He stopped two-thirds of the way into the doorway. It was impossible to make out the expression on his handsome, hairless face.
"Johnny," Paula began. "You're not supposed to come here, especially at five. But if you're coming in, do. Don't stand in the doorway like a wooden Indian."
"You know why I came back," Johnny answered as he entered the room, stopping in front of Paula's desk. "I want to see you again, Paula, just like yesterday."
"Me too," Paula smiled. How could she play games with the boy? He wanted her and she wanted him.
Two minutes later Paula and Johnny were sitting on the operating table, kissing and groping at each other's clothing. John was more confident this time, less hurried in his caresses. A fast learner. Paula thought with satisfaction. This time around she was really going to enjoy her young lover.
Pretty soon both were naked. "Want to make me really happy?" Paula asked her young lover, seeing that the boy was not yet hard and ready to fuck her.
"Oh yeah," Johnny answered candidly.
"Eat my pussy," Paula told him. "I'll spread my legs apart and you just stick out your tongue and start licking. You can do it, Johnny, I know you can."
Paula didn't give Johnny any chance to change his mind. She reclined quickly on the table and hooked her ankles on either side of its frame. She smiled at the boy and crooked her right index finger, indicating that he should squat down between her legs and get into position to eat her.
A few seconds later the deed was done. Johnny had been a little chary of eating pussy at first but one look at Paula's moist pink labia had eradicated his doubts. The woman was warm and dark and wet and inviting. Her cunt emitted a luscious spicy odor. He could see the labia quivering slightly, a hypnotic rhythm that made his mouth water and tongue protrude.
Johnny began slowly, grabbing Paula's sleek fleshy thighs and stroking them gently, first with his fingers and then with his long pink tongue. The woman's flesh was incredible, soft and smooth, the thighs absolutely hairless. Gradually he moved his tongue closer and closer to her cunt.
"Mmmm, that's it," Paula encouraged. "I want to feel it inside me, licking me until I'm ready to come."
Finally Johnny took the big step. He stroked Paula's pubic bush, digging the feel of the soft curly tresses. Then he held her labia majora apart with his long fingers. Then, at last, he protruded his tongue from his mouth and took a long lick, covering Paula's waiting twat from clitoris to asshole.
The taste of Paula's dripping fuck box was a thousand times better than Johnny had dared to expect. He felt his prick getting stiff and thick immediately, slapping up against his hard muscular stomach. It would be nice to fuck the woman instead of eating her, but it was only fair to do what Paula had asked.
Paula sighed aloud as she felt the boy's tongue starting to explore her pussy. It was so nice with a young boy. Everything was new and thrilling to Johnny. He was attacking her with an intensity that no older man could hope to match. He would be a completely dedicated lover, would be willing to do anything until he had pleased his older mistress.
Better yet, she would never know what to expect from him. Every stroke of the boy's probing tongue was different from the last. His curiosity was without limit, which guaranteed that there was no way he would not please her. Paula closed her eyes and leaned against the pillow. She abandoned herself completely, knowing she was in for one hell of a time.
She reached down and stroked the back of Johnny's head., twining her fingers into the boy's strawberry blond hair. Now his tongue was actually inside her vulva, sliding in and out quickly as if he were trying to drink her juices. Paula squeezed her lithe cunt muscles around the probing tongue, trying to hold it in place for a second.
But there was no stopping her young lover. Johnny was overwrought with passion and in no mood to attack Paula's twat slowly or patiently. For the moment, he escalated the pace, ramming his tongue in and out with a vengeance. He remembered how Paula had come when he fucked her. He didn't understand all of it but wanted it to happen again.
Paula spread her legs a little further apart, tilting her pelvis upward so that the boy could get his tongue deeper inside her. Johnny gripped her by the hips, digging his fingers in hard, afraid that she would not be able to hold the position on her own. But Paula was a magnificently muscled woman, as lithe as a panther, which she soon proved to her young lover.
Balancing her weight on her elbows, Paula continued to tilt her body until the opening of her cunt was pushed against Johnny's face, covering most of his nose as well as his mouth. The boy had no trouble breathing, or perhaps he didn't care, as long as he continued to please the voluptuous sexpot.
Johnny let his tongue loll partway out of Paula's pussy, working on her labia once again. He reached out and slid his palms under Paula's ass, which was a few inches above the mattress. It felt good to hold her in position as he drove the woman crazy with his lips and tongue. Her skin and the muscles beneath were like live things, returning his caresses.
"Yes, that's it," Paula moaned, shaking her hair out of her eyes. "I want to feel you in my pussy. All over it. Just keep doing that and I'll come all over your face."
Then Johnny discovered the woman's clitoris. His tongue had lingered at the top of her labia and he had soon noticed that each time he touched a small pink fleshy protrusion, Paula would quiver and the little button would get darker and larger. He pressed the tip of his tongue against the sensitive clitty and smiled inwardly as Paula came to life beneath him.
Paula let go of the boy's head and then allowed herself to sink back onto the mattress. She didn't have to worry about Johnny who knew just what hp was doing. Every stroke of his exploring tongue was bringing her closer to climax. A fire was burning in her body, starting at her cunt but moving slowly outward, animating and warming every limb, putting every nerve on edge.
Johnny reached up one hand and grabbed for the woman's tits squeezing the heavy globes until the nipples had hardened. Paula's tits seemed larger than ever and they had been pretty huge to begin with. And she was more sensitive too. Everything he did seemed to torment the woman with sensual pleasure.
"Put your finger on my asshole, in it if you want," Paula whispered. "I'm going to come any minute now."
Johnny groped around with his fingers until he had located the woman's smallest orifice. It felt good to work the tip of his index finger into the tiny hole, which had been well lubricated by the overflow from Paula's pulsating cunt. At the same time, he relinquished the woman's distended, blood red clitoris and plunged his tongue deep into her gaping vulva.
Now his face was coated with pussy juice. Johnny felt as if he had swallowed a gallon of the saline fluids. The smell of Paula's cunt seemed to permeate his entire body. He plunged his tongue in harder and faster, amazed at the strength of the cunt muscles that tightened around it. He could not see Paula's face but knew that the lovely regular features were contorted with passion, as they had been since he started tonguing her.
Paula could stand it no longer. Her cunt was burning with passion, blood pumping through its walls. Her breath was beginning to come short and fast. The pressure was building and in a few seconds she was going to explode, come with a passion and intensity that she had not experienced in years.
Johnny protruded his tongue as far as it would go and held it in position, sensing that the end was near. He felt Paula's body start to shake and then stiffen momentarily. Her labia closed down harder than ever around his tongue and then an ocean of cunt honey floated into his eager mouth.
"ARRRGGGHHH!!! Don't stop! Keep eating me, shove your tongue in further," Paula commanded. "I'm coming, you're making me come. Don't stop, make me keep coming."
One spasm followed another, each accompanied by another flood of hot salty cunt honey. Paula squirmed in her lover's arms until the boy's finger was halfway up her asshole. That only triggered new passion on her part. Her cunt was clasping the boy as if she wanted to draw him into her womb.
Johnny held on for dear life, amazed at the woman's lust. Her thighs almost strangled him but he began to move his tongue again, proud of his ability to please her. It felt especially good to have his finger in her asshole. The tiny aperture was wet and smooth like her cunt but tighter.
Finally Paula's passion abated. She relaxed and groaned aloud as Johnny's tongue stopped moving inside her. She felt incredibly relaxed and receptive. There was still plenty of energy in her healthy curvaceous body. Soon it would be time to please her young lover as he had done for her.
Johnny knew just what he wanted. There was a chance he would never see the woman again, or perhaps just a few more times. She seemed down for anything and he wanted to fuck her up the ass. The thought had never occurred to him until Paula had told him to put his finger into the little rosebud.
"Turn over," he told Paula in an atypically husky voice. "I want to do something different this time."
Paula complied immediately, thinking that the boy merely wanted to fuck her from behind. That was a nice position, although it meant that she would not be able to look at his lovely young face while they made it. Still, there was no doubt in her mind that she would enjoy it intensely.
Johnny took a good look at the woman. Paula looked absolutely gorgeous on all fours, her legs spread apart, showing her red, still-distended labia and baring her pert asshole to his avid inspection. He ran his hands all along Paula's pink firm buttocks, squeezing the flesh and loving the dimples that formed in it.
Her skin was so white, so pearly and pure. Johnny stroked the soaking wet pubic hairs and then brushed his finger over the labia. Paula squirmed uncomfortably. She didn't want to be stimulated that way anymore, wanted to feel something hard and thick pounding away inside her body.
Then Johnny began to play with Paula's bunghole, working his index finger in one inch at a time. The hole was tight but easy enough to penetrate as long as he took his time. Paula turned her head over her shoulder in surprise. She began to realize what the boy was going to do to her.
But it was too late to stop him. Johnny was holding her big soft buttocks apart with one hand and using the other to guide his thick, vein-lined prick into her bunghole. It had been a long time since anyone had cornholed Paula, especially with a prick as thick as Johnny's. But it was obvious that the boy was not going to stop no matter what she said to him.
Paula arched her back and waited for the big prick to enter her. At least Johnny was taking it easy, carefully fitting the heavy spongy head into her crack and then leaning his weight forward a little at a time. It was a tight fit but he was going to make it, even if he had to tear Paula apart.
"Slowly, please go slowly," Paula pleaded. "I want you inside me but you're so big."
Johnny let his prick slide in one inch at a time. It was hard not to just ram the thing into that luscious clinging aperture, but he had no desire to hurt Paula. The woman was sweet and obliging and knew how to show him a good time. There was no reason not to go on following her instructions.
The first four inches went in easily enough but then Johnny had to work to bury his cock to the hilt. An occasional gasp of pain would come from Paula but he ignored that, knowing that the muscular buxom woman could take anything he dished out to her. Take it and like it from what he had seen so far.
Paula sighed with relief as she felt the boy's coarse pubic hair rubbing against her cunt and asshole. She felt like candy on a stick but at least she had serviced the full six inches and survived. She squeezed her anal sphincter gently around the huge rod and then quickly relaxed it as she felt her young lover starting to fuck her in earnest.
Johnny had waited a long time to have his fun and now intended to make the most of it. He pulled his prick halfway out of the woman's asshole and then worked it back in with a single twisting motion. It was an incredibly good way to fuck, since he could control the action completely.
Pretty soon he forgot his promise to go easy on the lovely woman whose asshole he was planking. It felt too good to resist. Johnny took his prick almost all the way out, until only the head remained embedded in Paula's sweet flesh. Then he rammed it in again full force, holding the woman in position by the hips.
Paula groaned, feeling her body being rearranged from within. The boy's prick was terribly hard and it was hurting her but there was no way she could deny that she was loving every minute of it. Johnny was so young and strong and virile. Anything he did to her helped her share in his youth.
Her asshole loosened as the boy fucked it, until Paula felt capable of moving with her young lover. She swayed her lushly padded hips from side to side and then dug her ass into the boy's hard midsection, at the same time squeezing her inner muscles around his throbbing, probing prick.
Johnny fucked the woman faster and faster, until he could feel his balls slapping against her ass. His prick emerged from Paula's asshole red and angry looking, with blood pumping visibly through the thick veins. He could feel the come swelling up in his balls and knew it would all be over soon.
Paula continued to do everything she could to increase her young lover's pleasure. Her asshole was beginning to hurt and her whole body was stiff and tired but that didn't matter to the passionate sexpot. The boy was going to come inside her and that would make it all worthwhile.
Every lunge seemed to push Johnny's prick deeper into her body. Paula stopped moving, knowing that she could do no more for her young lover. She was beginning to get turned on by being cornholed and it stood to reason that the virile young stud would give it to her in the cunt after finishing with her asshole.
Then Johnny shoved his prick in for the last time, no longer able to control his lust. He held his body pressed against Paula's substantial shapely buttocks and felt a flood of hot frothing come pour out of the tip of his prick. He came three times in quick succession, feeling his muscles tighten as his body finally found the release it had hungered for.
It was the strongest, most devastating orgasm of his young life. Johnny literally saw stars, smelled the warmth of Paula's straining body. He pumped his prick inside the woman's stretched-out asshole and then finally felt it going limp. He withdrew immediately, while his cock was still leaking scum.
"Listen, Paula," he said a few minutes later as they lay wrapped in each other's arms on the narrow operating table. "I'd like to stay, you know I would, but I have to get home. My mother will kill me if I'm late for supper."
Disappointed as she was, Paula knew that it was best to let the boy go. He had given her one dynamite orgasm that afternoon and it was time for her to leave. She kissed Johnny on the lips, plunging her tongue into his sweet tasting mouth, and then watched as the boy quickly dressed and left.
Paula got into her own clothing slowly and luxuriantly. She felt better than she had in years, younger and more alive. It took a few minutes to fix her makeup and then she was ready to lock up her office. It was a crisp sunny autumn day and she decided to walk all the way home.
CHAPTER THREE
At the age of thirty-six Paula Gervin married Dr. Robert Tolliver, a junior resident at her hospital. Robert was twenty-four at the time of their wedding, a brilliant young physician who intended to become a psychiatrist. They had dated for almost a year before deciding to tie the knot.
Paula and Robert had met in the course of a particularly busy day at the hospital. Robert had been assigned six weeks duty in the orthopedic ward and had immediately become a focus of conversation, considered the most eligible and desirable young bachelor on staff.
It hadn't taken long for Paula to befriend the handsome young resident. Robert was over six feet tall, slim, well dressed and well spoken. He was blond, with blue eyes, a baby face and the kind of boyish good looks that Paula had always favored. She had been attracted to him from the first.
It was relatively easy for Paula to befriend the young doctor. Robert had been lost his first few days at the hospital, unused to the bustle and frantic pace that prevailed there. By this time Paula was a veteran, able to smooth the way for the obliging and friendly young man.
It seemed as if every nurse had a crush on Robert, owing to the man's politeness and good looks. But Paula was confident of her ability to attract a desirable man. After two days of working together, Robert had asked her out. From there, things progressed smoothly and pleasantly.
Paula had not gone to bed with Robert until their third date. At that time, she had still been seeing Johnny Watkins on occasion, but otherwise her sex life had been virtually non-existent. Nonetheless, she had taken it easy on Robert, not wanting to hurry things and take a chance of spoiling what promised to be a most rewarding relationship.
However, Paula and Robert began to spend more and more time together. Generally, they would meet a few hours after work, take in a movie or concert and then go back to Paula's apartment for a few drinks. Robert was an out-of-towner and Paula herself had no real social circle.
Once their relationship turned sexual, Paula knew just what she wanted from the young man. She had always avoided marriage or even serious relationships, but at the age of thirty-six could not help worrying about the future. Robert seemed eminently suitable as a mate.
Some people in the hospital tended to laugh at the difference in their ages, although Paula had continued to take good care of herself and looked almost a decade younger than her chronological age. The problem was that Robert looked like a teenager, like a boy fresh out of school.
After eight months of dating, Robert finally opened up and popped the question. It was decided that they would have a small wedding, since Robert's family was all in San Francisco whereas Paula had no close relatives to speak of. A few acquaintances from the hospital comprised the wedding party.
Robert moved into Paula's apartment the night of their wedding. There was no time for a honeymoon since neither was due for a vacation for several months. However, Paula and Robert enjoyed setting up house together and lived with one another in a holiday mood for the next two weeks.
Actually, little changed in their lives. Robert had been transferred to another wing of the hospital but they were still able to meet for lunch every day and of course go home together at night. Paula broke the news to Johnny Watkins, who did not seem terribly upset to get rid of a woman whose demands had been getting increasingly difficult to meet.
Paula had no complaints about her wedding night. She and Robert had unpacked their few presents, sent out for a meal, listened to music for a while and then decided to hit the sack early. It was a night for love and sensuality, not for setting up house or worrying about the future.
Robert had waited naked in bed while Paula changed into her new nightgown in the bathroom. She entered the bedroom in a swirl of sheer pink sateen, her rosy nipples easily visible through the thin clinging fabric. She was radiant and lovely, ready to consummate their marriage with a bang.
"Christ you look gorgeous," Robert commented as she stepped towards the bed. "It's like I've never seen you before. I could lie here forever just watching you."
"You better not," Paula teased, "or I'm going to rape you. I hope you don't turn into one of those men who lose interest in a woman after they marry her."
It didn't take long for Robert to prove the contrary. As often as he had fucked Paula, the woman always seemed to come up with something new. He watched fascinated as she slipped the nightgown over her head, saw how her tits went taut as her torso twisted, saw the shininess of her already moist pussy.
Then she was in the bed with him, cuddling against his slender body. Paula quivered with anticipation as she felt her husband exploring her lush, magnificent body. His hands ran down along the great curve of her fleshy torso, sculpted the lines of her hips and thighs, moved back up to her tits.
Then Paula started to respond in kind. She had already felt her husband's prick stiffening against her, a long slender organ that had pleased her so many times in the past. Tenderly, she reached out and touched the magic wand, wrapping her fingers around its base and beginning to massage it gently.
Robert continued to explore Paula's charms as he felt the woman slowly and lovingly playing with his stiff prick. He loved Paula's sexual maturity and boldness and had never asked her about her other sexual experiences. He was more than willing to forego questioning his undeniable good fortune.
Paula gripped Robert's prick tighter, sliding her hand up and down the curved shaft. Her husband's rod was now hard as it would ever be, picked out with thin straight veins, throbbing palpably in her loving grip. She wanted it in her mouth, had to suck the man off, at least for a few moments.
She squirmed down on the bed, not stopping until her head was parallel with Robert's groin. Now the lovely organ was starting her right in the eye. Paula parted her rouged lips and then protruded her tongue delicately, letting its tip brush ever so lightly against the point of Robert's rod.
Then she ran her tongue up and down the thing, darting it in and out of her mouth like a hummingbird gathering nectar. Robert groaned with lust under the relentless onslaught, wondering if she would let him come in her mouth or would insist on getting fucked. It hardly mattered, since he was young and virile enough to spend the whole night fucking and sucking.
"Mmmm, let's do it together," he suggested. "I haven't had my tongue in your pussy for days now."
Reluctantly, Robert pulled his prick away from Paula's insistent tongue for a few seconds, reversing his position so that husband and wife were lying head to foot. He began to stroke Paula's warm sleek thighs, amazed at the beauty of her skin and flesh. It didn't matter that she was twelve years older than himself, not when she had a body like that.
Soon he was licking the woman's thighs, centering in slowly on her already dripping pussy. Paula groaned with satisfaction, turned on more powerfully than she had been in months. Robert was perhaps not the best lover she had ever had, but he was gorgeously handsome and was attacking her cunt as if he intended to transcend the limits of ordinary sexuality.
Paula parted her smooth hairless thighs, allowing Robert to fit his head into the breach. He stuck his tongue right into her warm, redolent twat, caressing the labia and then moving as deep as he could get into her vulva. It seemed like the woman was ready to come before he had really touched her.
Slowly, Paula moved her head into position to suck her husband's dick. The long curved rod was pointing right at her and was impossible to resist. She could taste his come already, could hardly wait to be swimming in the hot juices. Yes, this time they were really going to put it together.
Soon their two healthy young bodies were pressed together, touching at every possible point. Paula was fleshy and voluptuous, her lover young and hard and muscular. She clasped her lithe legs around his head and used her left hand to stroke and fondle the man's ball, bringing him closer to orgasm.
But soon she started to concentrate on her own pleasure. Robert's tongue was cleaving to her clitty, teasing and taunting the supersensitive organ. Paula could feel the tiny thing filling with blood, turning a dark purple color, taut and enlarged. Waves of passion passed through her luscious body. She could hardly remember that her own mouth was busily giving pleasure to a prick that was filling it down to her gagging throat.
Robert bit gently into his wife's clitoris, feeling her pussy juices spilling all over his youthful face. He kept that up for a few moments longer and then stretched his tongue right into the woman's gaping hole. His hands were cupped around Paula's big muscular buttocks and soon he found his right index finger wandering into the vicinity of her palpitating asshole.
Paula began to quiver with lust, knowing that she was almost ready to come. She wanted to shout her passion aloud but it was impossible as long as her mouth was stuffed with Robert's plunging cock. She pressed herself tighter against him and abandoned herself totally.
Then it happened to her. Paula's body stiffened in an agonizing paralysis. Her cunt muscles clamped down on Robert's tongue, holding it firmly in place. Then she felt her fluids starting to gush, oozing out of her twat in repeated spasms. Her whole body was covered with hot sweat.
Her climax seemed to go on forever, wracking Paula's entire body to the point of uncontrolled palsy. Her face was like that of a demon, greedy and pained, transported with ecstasy but tortured at the same time. She banged her body against Robert's, wanting the experience to go on forever.
But all good things must come to an end. Little by little Paula began to come back to herself. She opened her eyes and began to think more clearly, to realize that she had been biting strongly into her lover's throbbing weapon. She must have hurt the man but Robert had not complained for an instant.
Now Paula was determined to give Robert the best blow-job of his young life. He had turned her on magnificently and she was going to show him that she could give as well as receive. She let his prick slide out from between her soft caressing lips, only to gobble it greedily again.
Paula pressed her thick sensual lips around the middle of her husband's cock, loving the way it bulged against the bottom of her throat. Her head began to bounce up and down on the long slender rod, taking in a little more with every stroke. Robert was a good seven inches long but that did not stop her from coating his whole prick with a bath of spit.
She let the prick slide out of her mouth again, but only so that she could work on his balls for a while, Paula held the soft orbs in one hand and then began to tongue them, feeling wicked and old and evil compared to her young husband, knowing that she was driving the man wild with lust.
Then she ingested his prick again, knowing that it would all end soon. In a way, sucking him off was even better than fucking. He seemed so young and vulnerable, completely in her control, totally dependent on her for his pleasure. She could hardly wait for him to shoot into her mouth.
That happended a few seconds later. Paula felt the sugar stick quivering more violently than ever. She wrapped her tongue around its head and held it in position. In another second the spurting peach began to fill her mouth with scum, an endless flow of the delicious salty juices.
The happy young doctor remained perfectly motionless as he celebrated his first married orgasm. Paula was sucking his cock as if she wanted to flay it, drinking down the hot juices as fast as he could produce them. There was something almost perverse about the way the woman enjoyed sex but at a time like that he would have been a fool to complain.
He shot the rest of his load into Paula's waiting mouth and then smiled down at the woman, knowing that his prick was going to stay hard. Paula looked at him with love and gratitude as if he had done her some sort of favor. Women like that were hard to find, Robert admitted to himself.
"Fuck me, oh please fuck me," Paula whispered.
"You're my baby, my darling little baby. Put it into me again. Make me happy Robert, fuck your mama, fuck her hard."
So saying, Paula rolled over onto her back, spreading her fleshy thighs as far apart as they would go. She caressed the inside of her legs and then moved her hands up to her groin, separating her dripping labia, inviting her husband to fuck her. No sane man could have resisted her appeal.
Robert looked at the woman narrowly. He was sufficiently far along in his study of psychology to know that there was something askew in her sexsuality. The woman talked to him as if he were a child. She was hung up on youth, obsessed with it. It was a mild form of perversion but a sexual deviance nonetheless. It was something they were going to have to discuss seriously, but certainly not at a time like that.
Robert mounted the woman slowly, able to forget his apprehensions. Paula was weird, but she was an incredible lay, the most slavishly responsive woman he had ever known. She would do anything for a young, good looking man. Now he was going to take full advantage of her sexual preferences.
Brandishing his stiff cock in his right hand, Robert got on top of Paula, guiding the slender rod home. He worked the first two inches into her pussy and then stopped, rotating the gland slowly, making her work for her kicks. Paula squirmed uncomfortably, not wanting to think, wanting to be fucked hard and fast, as if by an eager virgin lover.
"Further, stick it into me further," she pleaded, totally without pride. "I'll do anything for you, suck you off again, let you fuck me up the ass. Come on, baby, fuck me harder."
Robert gave in at last, hoping to shut the woman up. It was a pleasure to fuck Paula but torture to listen to her neurotic ravings. He leaned his weight downward and penetrated her completely, feeling his prick slam up against Paula's womb. Now maybe they could fuck in decorous silence.
"Oh yes, that's what I like, that's a good little boy," Paula crooned, her eyes unnaturally large and glowing.
Robert did his best to tune the woman out. His prick was hard and ready and it had found a home in her well lubricated fuck box. He slammed it in harder and harder, angry with Paula but unable to resist her. It was his first inkling of the troubles they were fated to face.
Paula began to move with her lover, hoping that they would come together this time. She could sense that Robert was pissed off at her for some reason or other but knew also that she could make him deliriously happy. She clasped her legs around the man's back and then began to grind her big ass into the mattress, not saying anything for the next few seconds.
That was better for Robert. His healthy young body took over and soon husband and wife had established a mutual sexual rhythm. They were in the groove together, their bodies heaving and sweating, their muscles knotting and flexing in unison. Both moved toward orgasm at the same pace.
Robert fucked his wife more and more violently. He was angry at the woman although he knew he shouldn't be. He loved Paula and wanted to help her but for the moment it was best to take out his rage in sexual aggression. And Paula seemed to love it that way, the more violent the better.
Paula stopped moving for a few moments, letting Robert do the bulk of the work. He was young and taut and his face looked like that of a choir boy. It was easy to lie back and imagine that he was even younger than he actually was, that she was taking his virginity, that they were children together.
"OHHH SHIT," she moaned, unable to hold it back any longer. "My darling, my little baby, my sweet innocent boy. Keep socking it to me. Fuck me 'til I bleed."
"Shut up, goddamn it," Robert muttered through clenched teeth. "Just keep your big fat mouth shut."
Paula felt herself starting to come. She couldn't control herself and did not really want to. Her hips and ass were churning with lust now, especially when she started to feel her husband coming with her. It was going to happen, they were actually going to shoot their loads together.
"Oh yes, it's happening, it's going to happen," she shrieked. "Put it into Mama, make Mama feel good. AAARRRGGGHHH!!! Shit, I'm coming, you beautiful baby."
"Shut up, shit, keep your fucking trap closed, Robert screamed back. "Oh fuck, it's happening to me too. I can't stand it anymore, you fucking ugly old bitch."
Both lovers continued to shout at each other as their passion ran its course. Robert was infuriated, wanting to kill the woman as he fucked her. But his anger was grist for Paula's mill. The harder and crueler he was, the more it gratified her, until she could hold her passion in check no longer.
Their bodies stiffened together, stopped rolling around on the bed whose sheets had long since been kicked onto the floor. Paula felt herself dissolving in orgasm. Weird images passed through her mind. She seemed much older in her delirious fantasies and Robert seemed younger and handsomer than ever.
Robert rolled off Paula while his prick was still spurting, angry and confused at his inability to change the woman. He waited for Paula to open her eyes before talking to her. It was time to have things out with the bitch, or at least to let her know that things were not well between them.
"Paula, we've got to have this out," he began. "I love you very much and I admire you as a person. But you need help. You're just not normal. I want you to go to a psychiatrist, to Dr. Robbins. He's a good friend of mine."
"But I don't need any help," Paula answered, sincerely confused. "As long as I have you I'm fine."
"It isn't like that," Robert insisted. "You have this hangup about young boys. You've never said anything to me about it and I haven't asked, but I've heard things at the hospital. I'm telling you that you need help."
Paula refused to come around to Robert's way of thinking. She listened to the man with half her attention and soon started crying, wondering why he was treating her so cruelly. They had had a wonderful time together in bed and now he was complaining. Was there something she had failed to do for him, something that would have made his pleasure more intense?
"Look, I hate to threaten you, especially on a night like this," Robert continued. "But if you don't go to Dr. Robbins, I'm going to have to leave."
"But you can't leave," Paula answered, not recognizing her own voice. "You can't get along without me. You're just a baby, my little baby. How could you take care of yourself?"
Robert sighed and tried to explain things more clearly to his recalcitrant wife. He told Paula that she was hung up on youth, could not bear to be a mature adult, was compulsive in her attraction to younger men. He loved her nonetheless but could not sit idly by while her neuroses calcified.
"But I don't want to go to any fucking headshrink," Paula complained, turning nasty. "If you want to help me, do it yourself. You're supposed to be such a fucking hotshot."
"All right, have it your way," Robert answered wearily, starting to get up. "I'll go now and come back when you've come to your senses."
"No, please don't go," Paula shouted, shocked and scared. "I can make you so happy, my little darling. Look, I've got so much more for you. I can make you so happy."
Robert looked at the woman's parted thighs, saw her cunt and asshole gaping open for his delectation. He was not yet strong enough to resist the woman. Sooner or later he would force her to seek help but for the moment he was helpless to do anything but spend the rest of the night fucking her.
CHAPTER FOUR
As often happens between married people, the issue of Paula's sexual preferences was eventually ignored. Robert came to realize after a few more discussions that he was fighting a losing battle. Paula's resistance to change was impossible to combat, no matter how hard he hammered away at it.
In any case, the woman continued to keep Robert happy in bed. Their sex life for the next six months was stormy and passionate, the focus of their existence. Robert found himself in a state of constant anger, a rage that could be cured only in bed, where Paula was able to meet him stroke for stroke.
Eventually Robert grew depressed and disspirited over his failure to make headway with Paula. Between working at the hospital and satisfying the woman's sexual needs he soon grew tired and drained. Lines began to appear on his smooth face and his eyes developed a hard, desperate look.
It was as if Paula was draining the youth and strength from his body, keeping herself young at his expense. In truth, the woman remained as beautiful as ever while Robert continued to deteriorate. Robert spent more and more time at the hospital, dreading the time he spent alone with Paula.
Nor was Paula aware of the course their relationship was following. She had taken Robert's words to heart and thought about herself analytically for the first time in her life. Seeing a psychiatrist was out of the question, but she had to admit that her life was less than perfect.
But Paula knew that she had little to complain about. Robert was still a good lover and if the man was going to drift away from her, that was his problem more than hers. She was an independent woman, with a job, friends and interests of her own. Separation would be no tragedy for her.
Thirteen months after marriage, the inevitable parting occurred. Robert came home from the hospital late one night and refused to join Paula in bed, insisting that they had things to discuss. Paula joined him at the kitchen table, knowing that the end was near, knowing that she was mentally prepared for the termination of her brief state of wedlock.
"I've been offered a chief residency," Robert began, not mincing words. "It's in Oregon, at the State Hospital. If you come with me you'd have to give up your job."
"You know I can't do that," Paula answered unnecessarily, willing to play her role. "We agreed a long time ago not to do that to each other. You'll have to go without me."
"I'll be leaving in a week," Robert concluded. "We can start divorce proceedings if you want, but I'd just as soon put that off for a while. It's up to you."
"I guess I can wait," Paula agreed.
For the next week, Robert and Paula saw as little of each other as possible. Robert packed his belongings discreetly and took most of his meals away from home. He and Paula simply had nothing to say to one another any longer. At least it looked like they would part without an ugly fight.
Their last night together saw both parties mellowing, genuinely sorry that their marriage had not been a success. They undressed for bed that night knowing that it was probably the last they would ever spend together. All resentment and hostility was forgotten for those last eight hours.
Few words passed between them. Paula prepared a late snack and then undressed for bed, knowing that Robert would join her as soon as he had finished packing. Half an hour later, they were in bed together, a little distant at first. It took only twenty minutes more for them to start fucking.
"You're so beautiful," Paula whispered. "I really will miss you. You know, I don't think I'll ever marry again."
"I'd think twice about it myself," Robert responded tartly. "I feel like an old man, Paula. You've done that to me but I don't hate you for it, not now anyway."
So saying, Robert took his wife into his arms, kissing Paula on her red, sensual lips. He felt her quivering in his arms and knew that sex would be as good as ever between them. For a brief moment he regretted their alienation. After that he kept his mind on more pressing matters.
Paula sighed with relief as she felt her husband's hand moving down her voluptuous body, naked for the occasion of their last fuck. Robert did look old and tired but he still turned her on, still looked a damn sight younger than his twenty-five years. This time she would let herself go completely, enjoy sex without hesitation, apprehension or second thoughts.
"That's it, baby," she urged Robert. "Put your finger into me, then your prick. I want to feel you inside me. I want to have your prick pounding in my body."
She knew that it was wrong to address her husband in that manner, knew that it infuriated the sensitive young man. But she couldn't help herself. Robert was young and strong and virile and she could share in his youth, especially when they fucked. He could put up with her for a few hours more.
Robert did as he was told, wanting to get things over with and drown his sorrow in Paula's lovely arms. The woman's legs were already parted and it was easy to slip hisfinger into the crack, stroking her pink labia until his fingers were coated with her spicy secretions.
"You want it, don't you baby?" he echoed her words. "Well, I'm going to give it to you, good and hard."
Paula knew that Robert meant every word he had said. She had put the man through a lot in their year of marriage, had cut his hair the way she liked it, picked out his clothing, kept him in a state of adolescent dependence. Now he was going to establish his manhood and independence before leaving her.
But it was hard to repress the smile that kept rising unbidden to Paula's full lips. The harder and more brutally he fucked her the better she was going to like it. Paula closed her dark brown eyes as she felt Robert's finger jamming into her snatch. She let her sense of fantasy go, imagining that he was even younger than twenty-five, as young as Johnny Watkins, in fact.
Robert's prick swelled to a state of full erection without being touched. He worked his finger deep into Paula's dripping quim and then climbed on top of the woman, ready to fuck her at his own pace, thinking only of his own pleasure. She would take it that way and like it.
He wished that Paula's cunt was dry and tight, so that he could hurt her as he entered, but that was not the case. The woman was wet and ready and his prick slid in easily. He hit bottom with a single stroke and began to fuck her roughly, slamming his weight into her luscious supine body.
Robert attacked Paula as if he meant to kill her with the thrusts of his long slender pecker, playing right into the insatiable beauty's hands. Soon his body was covered with sweat, his eyes staring wildly. For a while, Paula lay there passively, knowing he would do all the work for her.
"Turn over, bitch," Robert commanded a few seconds later, wrenching his prick out of Paula's clinging quim. "This time we're going to do it my way. You want a young lover who thinks only of his own pleasure? I'll show you what it's like, just to give you a little souvenier of our fucked up marriage."
Paula obeyed with alacrity, not really surprised at her husband's orders. Robert thought he was going to hurt her by fucking her up the ass. It was almost comical. He had always been squeamish about fucking that way and she had never pressed him, even when she wanted to be buggered badly.
She crouched down on all fours, spreading her ivory thighs and giving the man a dazzling view of her cunt and asshole. The smaller orifice was already wet from her pussy juice and Robert's cock would fit in easily. She waited for him to fuck her, knowing that she would like it better than Robert.
Before penetrating his wife's delectable pink little asshole, Robert gave in to his fury, raising his right hand and bringing it sharply across her snowy fleshy buttocks. After the first slap he could see his fingerprints standing out on the woman's delicate, nearly translucent skin.
Robert spanked Paula for a few minutes, venting his anger without really thinking about what he was doing. Once again he was playing her game, reverting to childishness. There was no defeating a woman like Paula. Everything he did she managed to turn to her own perverted advantage.
"Yes, hit me " Paula moaned, her words punctuated by loud cracks across her ass. "I've been a bad girl, a very bad girl. Give me a spanking, please baby, spank me hard."
Robert stopped a few seconds later. His cock, still coated with a fine patina of Paula's pussy juice, was throbbing almost painfully. It was time to stuff it into the bitch's asshole and shut her up once and for all. Her ass was red now, completely inviting, waiting for the onslaught of his prick.
Paula smiled openly as she felt her husband groping around her ass, jamming the tip of his tumid cock into her tiny pink bunghole. She was in seventh heaven, being fucked by a young, strong man, overcome with passion. Things were getting better and better for the horny woman.
"Go slow," she said, trying to feign fear. "You're so big and we've never done it this way before."
"I told you to shut up," Robert grunted. "One more word out of you and you're really going to get it, cunt."
Paula lurched forward as Robert tried to get seven inches of cock into her already overloaded asshole. It did hurt, much more than she had expected. Paula arched her back and tried to relax her taut muscles. It was going to take a few minutes before she got used to having him inside her.
But Robert was in no mood to take things easy. He felt his stomach pound against Paula's lithe smooth buttocks and knew he had penetrated her completely. He rotated his cock inside the woman's asshole, widening her from within, feeling his balls tighten as they hit repeatedly against her thighs.
Then Paula started to get used to anal penetration. Robert pulled his prick most of the way out of her asshole, only to slam it in again twice as hard as before. He loomed over Paula, using every muscle in his athletic body, hoping to hurt the woman but only serving her pleasure better than ever before.
Robert knew that he would not be able to hold back long on his orgasm. Hs wife's asshole was tight and slick, a perfect little orifice. With every stroke his passion grew to almost intolerable heights. And the bitch was enjoying it, he could no longer hide that fact from himself.
There was only one thing he could do to punish her and that was to turn Paula on without satisfying her. To that effect, Robert reached around his wife's magnificent body and began to stroke, fondle and caress her big soft tits, squeezing the nipples until they had come to life in his hands.
He kept that up for a few minutes and then switched his attention to Paula's cunt. The bitch was laughing at him, trying to stifle her giggles but not doing a good job of it. She bent her back a little further while Robert kept his prick buried to the hilt in her asshole. Now he had two fingers on her clitty and was fast bringing her to the point of release.
Robert held on to the woman's cunt as he started to fuck her asshole again. He was almost ready to come now, to leave the sick cunt high and dry. He pinched Paula's clitoris as roughly as he dared, at the same time fucking her asshole harder and more brutally than he had ever used her cunt.
His prick seemed harder and thicker than ever, to Paula as well as to himself. Robert rammed it in again and again, wondering if the woman was bleeding from within but not really caring one way or the other. In a few minutes it would be over, their travesty of a marriage finally finished.
Paula felt Robert's fingers slipping away from her clit just seconds before she was ready to come. Then she knew what he was up to, just as his prick slammed into her asshole for the final time. It hurt to have him coming inside her but the physical pain was nothing compared to the incredible frustration of being robbed of her imminent climax.
"This is it, cunt," Robert screamed as he let a stream of come shoot out of the tip of his overloaded cock. "This is what you wanted, what you fucking deserve. You like it baby, you like doing it my way? Here it comes.
OOOOOOHHHHHH!!!!!! Fuck, come on take it, you filthy perverted cunthole."
He was finished coming a few seconds later. Robert ripped his prick from Paula's asshole, watching with satisfaction as she fell flat on her face on their mattress. He was dressed in a matter of seconds, hurrying over to his suitcases. The car was outside and there was no reason why he should stay with her rather than spend the night in a hotel.
Paula did not move or speak as she heard her husband leaving. In a way Robert had been right. She had deserved everything he had done to her. She had used and manipulated the man, had refused to compromise with him. Now she was in agony, ashamed of herself, dying to come and then to rest.
Paula heard the door slam. It was two in the morning and she was all alone, more alone than she had ever been before. She lay face down on the bed, letting herself cry a little, knowing that she had lost Robert forever. But that wasn't so bad. The worst thing was her incredible sexual frustration.
Slowly and wearily Paula got up from the bed, aching in every shapely limb. She walked to the nearest room, the bathroom, and threw cold water on her face. Then she looked at herself in the full length mirror. Her eyes were red and swollen, her body looked old and tired, used up.
I'm getting old, I really am, Paula admitted to herself, stifling a sob. I want to be young, always to be young, that's all I've ever asked from life. It's not such a big thing and I want it so badly. But I'm not young anymore, I'm only fooling myself. There isn't a thing I can do about it.
Paula began to run her hands up and down her body, looking for palpable signs of decay. Her tits were still firm but they hung a little lower than they had a few years earlier. Her hips were a little broader and she had the beginnings of varicose veins on one thigh. Even her face was beginning to age, although it was hard to say exactly how or where.
But the most important parts of her body were still young, Paula consoled herself. Her cunt was still fresh and young and men had always liked it. Even Johnny, a handsome young stud, who could have had his choice of women, had dug her plenty. Yes, she was still all right, no matter what Robert thought.
Paula's hand stayed on her cunt, her index finger parting the reddened labia and entering the vulva slowly and lovingly. She remained in front of the mirror, running her eyes up and down from face to body and back again.
Her body looked better and better to Paula Gervin as she worked her fingers deep into her dripping pussy. She forced herself to keep her eyes open as she masturbated, fascinated by her own sensual reactions. Nothing on earth was going to stop the horny sexpot from getting her kicks.
Paula used her left hand to manipulate her heavy tits, cupping one after the other. She squeezed her nipples hard, wincing slightly but loving the feeling of warmth that was suffusing her entire voluptuous body. Paula had never been in the habit of getting herself off but this time she was down for it, could hardly wait for her climax.
She put two fingers together and forced both into her cunt up to the knuckles. For a brief moment she thought about Robert and regretted the fact that it was not his prick that was transporting her to ecstasy. But Robert had left her once and for all and it was best to repress his memory.
Soon Robert's image faded from her mind's eye, replaced by that of Johnny Watkins. It was so easy to let her mind wander and imagine that they were alone together in her private office. Maybe she would look Johnny up again and see if the virile lad was still interested in her.
Paula pulled her fingers out of her cunt and began to work on her clitoris which was already in a state of extreme erection. The little button was twice its usual size, super-sensitive and filled with blood. Every time she touched it Paula's body would writhe with pleasure.
Paula played with her clitty for a few minutes and then decided to double her pleasure. She let go of her swollen tits and inserted two fingers of her left hand into her pussy. Now she was really getting it on, stimulating vulva and clitoris simultaneously. Paula knew that within a minute or two she would be screaming with satiated passion.
Her fingers continued to slide in and out of Paula's moist fuck box, driving the woman to distraction. Johnny's image faded from her mind, quickly replaced by the faces of boys she had never seen. She shuddered with lust, knowing that the end was almost at hand.
Paula began to writhe and squirm before the full length mirror, admiring the way her tits would bounce. The heavy orbs seemed to have a life of their own, moving ceaselessly in a hypnotic rhythm. All the while her fingers continued to work on the woman's vulva and clitty.
Soon Paula could stand no more. She let go of her clitoris and began to finger-fuck herself harder and faster, finding it hard to watch her own reflection in the mirror. She let herself go completely, let her body take over, forgot completely about the scene she had had with Robert.
"AAAAAAHHH!!!!!!" she screamed as her orgasm began. Paula felt every muscle in her body quivering, felt a stream of cunt honey leaking out onto her hand. Her eyes closed and she could see nothing. It was as if she were in the middle of an earthquake, totally out of control.
Paula experienced one of the strongest orgasms of her life. Her passion seemed to go on forever. She could smell her own cunt juices, very sweet smelling and savory. She blinked her eyes to get the sweat out of them. Then, at last, she was able to relax. She was completely relaxed, totally satisfied.
Paula looked at herself in the mirror and smiled, winking an eye at her reflection. Who the fuck needs a man like Robert, she told herself. She was still beautiful and most important still young. The next day she would go to work and everything would be fine, just as it had always been.
Half an hour later, Paula was in bed and rapidly falling asleep. She awoke in the morning completely refreshed, no longer depressed over the dissolution of her marriage. She decided to walk to the hospital that morning.
CHAPTER FIVE
The next month was a dull but reassuring period for Paula Gervin. Her work proceeded as usual, with the unexpected benefit of a raise, a "merit raise" as they called it at the hospital. Obviously her bosses and co-workers thought a lot of her, helping Paula maintain her self-esteem.
However, Paula's sex life remained rather dormant during this period. She met new men every week at the hospital but found that she had little desire to date them. Mature men reminded her of Robert, her husband, and that would not do. It was best to wait until something better came along.
Paula spent most of her evenings alone. She would come home, cook supper for herself and then listen to music until she was ready for bed. It was just like the old days when she had been a completely independent woman. It was gratifying to know she could get along without a man.
A girlfriend or two would visit every once in a while, which kept Paula from getting too lonely. Other women seemed to look up to her, except for those who were full of false pity for the failure of her marriage. That too was a good thing, knowing that, she had plenty of friends.
What was most important to Paula at that stage of her life was her job. She often stayed late at the hospital, talking to doctors and surgeons, learning more about health and medicine. For a while she flirted with the idea of going to medical school but there was no real reason to do so. After all, she was making good money and liked everything about her job.
Paula found that she hardly ever missed her husband. The first six months of their marriage had been wonderful, one of the happiest periods of her life, but the last seven had been hell. She resented Robert less and less as the weeks drifted by. He couldn't help being what he was, just as she could not. At least they had parted before really hurting each other.
One morning, about five weeks after Robert's departure, Paula was called into her supervisor's office. The entire occupational therapy staff was there and it was obvious that something was in the offing. Paula usually was apprehensive about change, but her supervisor was in a good mood and she figured there was nothing to worry about.
The proposed change was described in a few words. The hospital, as a public service and in conjunction with a local high school, was starting a program which would involve having some of the students working part-time with the regular staff. They were to receive a nominal wage and the point was to acquaint them with the different careers available in the health field. Paula thought it was a pretty good idea.
There was a lot of joking among the staff, some of it involving sexual references to the nubile youngsters. Paula found herself blushing slightly. She wondered if she was going to get a boy or girl assistant. She would know the following day but meanwhile the suspense was quite piquant.
Paula arrived at work a few minutes late the following day, having overslept. She stepped into her office and dealt with her paperwork as quickly as possible, knowing that she would have a busy schedule. When she finished her clerical chores, Paula realized that she would be meeting her assistant, that the boy or girl was probably waiting for her.
"Hello, you must be Mrs. Tolliver," a voice from outside her office addressed Paula. The voice had a faint foreign accent that Paula couldn't trace.
"Yes, are you the person they sent to be trained here?" Paula answered, crooking her finger and inviting the girl into her office, hiding her disappointment carefully.
"My name is Bente Andreassen," a fifteen-year-old blonde girl answered. "I'm not really a student at Central High but an exchange student. I'm from Denmark, Copenhagen, and I came over for a year to work on my English."
"Are you interested in hospital work?" Paula asked.
"Oh yes, my parents are going to send me to medical school when I graduate," Bente answered enthusiastically. "I think medicine is a wonderful profession. I only hope that I can learn something in this country, but mostly I want to improve my English. It's terrible, isn't it?"
Paula invited the girl to sit down, quite pleased with Bente's attitude. The girl seemed quite mature for fifteen and it was interesting to hear about life in another country. Paula had never travelled much but had always thought she would like to visit Scandinavia. It looked like she was going to enjoy working with Bente Andreassen.
And the men around the office were going to like having Bente around too, she figured. The girl's body was as mature as her face was childish, featuring large firm tits that jutted precariously out from her slender, bird-like chest, long shapely legs covered with a patina of fine blonde down and a pert little ass that was just starting to develop.
Bente was a real knockout, Paula decided, the perfect image of a gorgeous Scandinavian blonde. Her eyes were bright China blue, she had a short, slightly turned up nose, a firm chiselled jaw, slightly hollow cheeks and a lovely fair complexion. Paula envied the girl's youth at first but then decided that Bente was too nice to be treated as anything but a friend.
They worked together well for the next week, talking about their lives as they treated the various patients. Bente was intelligent and quick-witted, with a remarkable memory. She had seen a lot of life in her fifteen years, but strangely enough never talked at all about boyfriends or sex.
One Friday afternoon they finished work early and sat together in the exercise room talking. They had to stay until five in any case and had become fast friends. Paula had told Bente quite a bit about her aborted marriage and had been repeatedly surprised at the girl's understanding attitude.
"But what about your love life?" Paula finally asked, no longer able to restrain her curiosity. "You're a very pretty girl and I know the men here would eat you alive if you gave them a chance. Don't you ever date or anything?"
Bente did not answer for a few minutes, furrowing her brows and staring narrowly at her mentor. Paula figured that the girl, despite her pretty face and dynamite body, had not really known too many boys. But still, there was no reason to be shy about herself. Not among friends, anyway.
"Well," she began hesitantly, "I don't really have any boyfriends because I don't like men. This may be hard for you to understand since you're such a feminine woman but I guess you could say that I'm sort of a lesbian. What sexual experiences I've had have all been with other girls."
"No, I'm not shocked," Paula hastened to answer. "You're not the only woman I've known who's been like that. In fact, I've always been rather curious about that sort of thing."
Bente smiled and continued talking, sure that she could trust the intelligent older woman. She told Paula that she had tried having sex with boys but had not liked it at all. While away at a boarding school she had been seduced by one of her teachers and since that time had made it with a few other women. In Denmark, she explained, lesbianism was not considered perverse or abnormal, merely an accepted mode of sexuality.
Paula joined in the conversation and found herself thinking about Bente as a potential lover. The girl was undeniably beautiful and she herself had often thought of having a homoerotic relationship. The timing was perfect, as Paula had had virtually no sex since her husband's departure.
There were a few minutes of tension as each woman sized the other up. Paula smiled at her young charge and then got up to join her by the operating table. There was no need to talk things to death. Both of them evidently wanted the same thing from each other, so why bother hesitating.
Bente returned the smile and then wrapped her slender pale arm around Paula's broad shoulders. She tilted her pretty head backward and waited for the older woman to kiss her. Paula waited for a moment and then took the plunge, closing her eyes as her lips met those of the beautiful young Dane.
Bente's lips and mouth were delightful and sweet tasting, just as Paula had expected. She reflected that their roles were now completely reversed. She herself knew nothing about lesbian lovemaking but the fifteen-year-old sex goddess had been there and back, and was going to teach her quite a bit.
As they kissed, Bente groped at Paula's clothing, unfastening the buttons of her white hospital uniform, then skillfully unhooking Paula's bra. Her busy fingers stroked and caressed Paula's huge tits and the older woman felt herself getting turned on immediately. She was not as scared as she should have been and was not about to question that fact.
Soon Paula had been stripped to the waist and was wrapped in her lover's embrace. Bente began to disrobe herself, never breaking their long kiss. A few minutes later she removed her tongue from Paula's clinging mouth. It was time for them to get undressed and start fucking around for real.
"You're so beautiful," Bente commented in a husky voice as she watched Paula stripping. "I've never seen anybody with such dark exotic skin."
Paula did not bother to answer, although there were several equally flattering things she could have said to the luscious little blonde. If she was going to make it with a woman, Bente was perfect, young, gorgeous and obviously sensual. Still, she couldn't help being a little nervous.
"Just relax and make love naturally," Bente cautioned. "It's no big deal. We like each other and we're going to fuck."
Soon both women were stripped to the skin. Bente walked boldly up to Paula, a few inches shorter and several pounds lighter, but every bit as womanly and desirable as the older woman. Their bodies met in a long, lingering embrace, their lips glued together, their breasts pressing, their cunts grinding slowly and sensually against one another.
Paula found herself responding immediately. She wrapped her strong arms around Bente's slender snake-like back and inhaled the perfume of the girl's body. Her own cunt was already watering with anticipation. They were alone in the office and would be able to go on for hours.
Bente guided the older woman to the laboratory table where Paula had had so many good times with Johnny Watkins. They lay down side by side, barely able to keep from falling off the narrow bench. Bente broke the kiss and immediately lowered her head to Paula's heaving tits, pressing her lips against one nipple and beginning to suck lustily.
Paula quivered with desire. Bente was gentle and passionate at the same time in a way no man had ever been. She knew just what to do and when to do it, which made perfect sense as Paula thought about it. Paula wondered why she had waited so long to try making it with another woman.
"Mmmm, that's right baby, Mama's got plenty more for you," Paula crooned. "You're making me feel so fucking good. Oh yes, go slowly, suck my tits. I love it when you do that."
"Now you do it to me," Bente replied, drawing her mouth away from the luscious globe. "Don't be scared, just make love to me the way you'd like it done to yourself."
Paula did not need to be asked twice. She cupped one hand over Bente's chest and then moved her fingers from one pale, incredibly firm tit to the other. Then she lowered her head and inhaled the girl's odor, quickly fastening her lips around one soft pink star.
She sucked Bente's nipple deep into her mouth, savoring the taste and loving the way the girl would press the rest of her body against her. It looked like they were going to have one hell of a Friday afternoon together.
Bente did not remain altogether passive. She let her hands wander all over Paula's mature, magnificent body. She stroked the woman's tits, moved down to her soft but muscular midsection, stroked her smooth hairless thighs. Her hand moved closer and closer to Paula's exposed cunt.
Paula stiffened slightly as the girl's fingers touched her dripping labia. She had been so rapt by the girl's lovely young breasts that she had hardly noticed what Bente had been doing to her. Now the girl was stepping up the pace of their lovemaking, bringing out the heavy artillery of lust.
But Paula did not try to stop her young lover. Instead she parted her thick thighs, inviting the girl to enter her pussy. Bente took the opportunity without hesitation, moving her fingers into position, stroking Paula's labia until her hand was covered with come. Then she touched Paula's clitoris, but only for a moment, before plunging into the woman's twat.
Paula continued to suck Bente's tits, fascinated by the firm spheres. She liked the way Bente's pale skin would flush from sexual excitation. And it felt incredibly wonderful to have the girl's gentle knowing fingers exploring her snatch. And she knew that the best was yet to come.
"That's it," she whispered. "Fuck me with your fingers. I love having you inside me. I want you, I really do."
Bente smiled, pleased with the ease of her conquest. She had had her eye on Paula since their first hour together and now she was going to get just what she wanted from the thirty-seven-year-old sexpot. She worked her fingers deep into Paula's twat, taking her time, knowing that within a few minutes Paula would be dying to return her sexual favors.
Sure enough, Paula took matters into her own hands, reaching down and fondling the girl's blonde pubic bush. She slowly moved her index finger into position and then inserted it a little at a time into Bente's amazingly tight snatch. Now they were locked together in love, their bodies grinding against each other, each moving slowly to a climax.
"Lie down and let go of me," Bente commanded, her voice deep and authoritative. "I'll do it to you first so you'll know there's nothing to be scared of."
Paula closed her eyes, lying on her back and spreading her soft thighs as far apart as they would go. She felt Bente moving into position, wedging her head in the soft cleft of her thighs. Then she felt the girl's long pink tongue touching her labia, very slow and gentle, just the way she liked it.
"Oh God, it feels so good," Paula whispered, not really knowing what she was saying. "I never knew it could feel like this. Eat me, Bente, please eat me.
Bente worked her tongue in as far as it would go, lingering over every possible inch of exposed pussy membrane. She held Paula by the hips, her grip surprisingly powerful, hardly allowing the woman to move at all. Her tongue moved down the labia and then up again, going very slowly. She drank Paula's juices, exhaling loudly through her short straight nose.
Paula reached down and held the girl's head in position, letting her fingers get wrapped up in Bente's long straight blonde tresses. But there was no need to guide the girl's actions. Unlike a man, Bente knew exactly what to do. She was taking Paula on a trip, showing her new unknown pleasures.
Paula began to grind her hips, digging her up-turned pussy into the girl's lovely face. She couldn't get enough of Bente's agile tongue, wanted to rip the thing right out of the girl's mouth and imprison it in her cunt forever. But Bente continued to lick away, never resting for a second.
She reached up and stroked Paula's huge tits, but only for a few seconds. She had the woman where she wanted her, flat on her back and moaning with passion. Paula was going to come in a few seconds and then she would be able to reverse positions, show Paula how easy it was to please her.
Paula closed her eyes again, letting her body go. She quivered in every muscle, felt as if the table had changed into a floating cloud. Her lust grew hotter and hotter. She grunted aloud, not caring if anybody heard her. Her cunt was clamped down on the girl's tongue and she was not going to let go until she had bathed Bente's face in come.
"AAARRRGGGHHH!! You're killing me, I can't take it anymore," Paula bellowed. "Yes, oh, I love it, oh, I love your tongue. You're driving me crazy. Eat me baby, suck my cunt, make me come. I want to come all over you. It's happening now. Oh God, eat me. OOOOOOHHHHHH!!!!!!"
Paula's passion waned rather quickly after a single violent spasm. It was a strange orgasm, not really as powerful as what she was used to but leaving her completely satisfied. Now she would have to do what she could to reward Bente, a thought that turned her on but also filled her with doubt.
"Don't be scared of me," Bente coaxed. "I'll sit on the table and let my legs dangle over the side. You can get down on your knees and eat me out that way. Just do it at your own pace. I know I'll love it. You'll know just what to do."
Bente swung her body into position and watched with complete satisfaction as Paula dropped humbly to her knees before her. It felt good to have so much power over a beautiful older woman. There was something slavish about Paula, something that begged to be abused. It was no wonder that men treated her the way they did. She was an incredible piece of ass.
A broad smile creased Bente's long narrow lips as the older woman wedged her head between the Dane's spread thighs. Paula was quivering from the aftermath of lust and from fear as well. She wanted very badly to please Bente and did not know if she would be able to do so.
She looked at the girl's pussy, whose labia was covered with a thin flow of transparent love juices. She held the pink lines apart with her competent fingers and then moved her tongue into position, acting before her fears could ossify. Bente's cunt was rather strong smelling but she liked that about the girl, since it showed her passion in no uncertain terms.
Paula felt slightly ashamed of what she was doing at first. She was down on her knees, sucking the cunt of a teenage girl. It was hard to get over her sexual prejudices but she was going to try her best. She protruded her long thick tongue slowly and then finally made contact with the girl's cunt.
Her tits were pressed against the insides of Bente's long cool thighs as she worked on the gorgeous blonde. Somehow she knew exactly what to do, right from the start. It was as if she were making love to herself, masturbating in a perfectly delightful way. She loved the taste of the hot juices that flowed steadily into her hungry mouth.
Bente squeezed her own tits, smiling down at the older woman again. Paula was every bit as good as she had expected, a sensual basically uninhibited woman. It had never taken much to turn Bente on but Paula was doing an especially good job of it. Bente knew that she would come in a few more seconds.
"Lick me, lick me harder," she ordered the kneeling woman. "Come on, you luscious bitch. I can hardly feel you inside me. I know you can do better than that."
Paula did everything in her power to please thy imperious young beauty. She was subjugating herself to Bente just as she had always done with men, but she liked it, loved every single minute of it. She was afraid of having the girl come in her mouth but it was too late to do anything about it.
Her tongue moved like a snake, darting in and out of the tight fragrant fuck hole. She could taste more and more of Bente's acrid come. The girl's labia had started to flutter, caressing her probing tongue. It would all be over soon.
"Here it comes," Bente whispered. "Don't be scared. I know you want me to come in your mouth."
There was nothing that Paula wanted more. She sucked at the luscious pussy as if there would be no tomorrow, trying to turn Bente's cunt inside out in her passion. Then she could feel the girl's body going stiff, just before orgasm.
Bente shot a huge load of come into Paula's mouth, holding her head in place with the pressure of her clenched slender thighs. Paula drank the juices greedily, glad that it was over, proud of her ability to make another woman come during her first lesbian experience. After they were finished, the two women lay in each other's arms, kissing and caressing, talking about how much they loved one another. Then it was time to go home.
CHAPTER SIX
Paula's affair with Bente Andreassen ran the gamut of lesbian possibilities but lasted only for a month. The two women would leave work together, walk to Paula's apartment and spend two or three hours together before Bente had to return home to the people she was staying with.
However, the special hospital project ran out of funds sooner than expected and Bente was no longer able to work at the hospital. In any case, it was the end of the school year and Bente soon went to Canada for her summer vacation, much to Paula's sincere regret.
It was difficult for Paula to get along without Bente's company. She had grown quite dependent on the girl, had learned to rely on Bente's judgment in all sexual matters. Most important, Bente had made it possible for her to forget about men for a while which had been quite good for her.
Paula realized that she was once again used to having sex, that it would be impossible for her to live celibate any longer. However, there was the problem of finding suitable bed partners. The one thing certain was that she was not going to bother with men her own age.
More than ever, Paula was convinced that she might as well fuck around with the kind of males she liked, young boys, the only kind that really turned her on. But where was she going to find them? It wasn't every day that a Johnny Watkins walked into her office, hot and ready to please her.
It became quite frustrating for Paula. She would walk home after work, eat supper, and then take walks through the small town, her blood and body afire with anticipation. It was a warm and pleasant summer but the balmy weather raised desires that seemed fated never to be satisfied.
One evening, a Friday, Paula strolled through the downtown area, lonelier than ever, growing almost desperate. She was in a neighborhood populated mostly by teenagers, handsome young men who lounged at street corners and trailed in and out of movie theaters, stores and discotheques.
It was all Paula could do to keep herself from approaching one of the handsome lads directly. It would be so easy to proposition one of them. They were after sex, every one of them, and she was the kind of woman who could show them a good time. Still, Paula resisted, knowing that she was not yet liberated enough to be really aggressive towards a male.
"Excuse me, lady," a young, high-pitched voice interrupted Paula's revery. "Maybe you could do us a favor. You see, my friend and I want to get a bottle but they won't sell it to us."
"A bottle of what?" Paula asked absent-mindedly, trying to make out the two boys in the darkness. As far as she could tell, neither was a day past fourteen.
"Come on, lady," the other answered impatiently. "Don't put us on. We want some booze and they won't sell it to us. We're too young. Give us a break, huh?"
Paula got a better look at the two boys. One was tall and blond, the other an inch taller than herself, black haired and rather stocky. Both boys had long unkempt hair and were dressed in disshevelled T-shirts and faded jeans. They looked like junior versions of hippies.
The deal was consummated quickly. Paula was handed three greasy dollar bills and directed to a nearby liquor store, instructed to buy the cheapest possible whiskey. She finished the transaction and handed a brown paper bag to the boys, hoping that they would not thank her and then walk away.
"Where are you going to drink the stuff?" she asked the taller boy. "You can't do it out on the street."
"You got any better ideas?" the shorter lad responded. "Maybe you want to invite us up to your pad."
Paula realized that that was exactly what she wanted. The two boys were very handsome and she liked their tough, insouciant attitudes. They seemed ready for some action on an otherwise dull Friday evening and she was certainly down for some excitement herself.
"Why not," she answered quietly. "I live just a few blocks from here. Come on, we'll walk over. And you don't have to drink that swill. I've got better stuff at home."
The two boys looked at each other, nodded and then started to follow Paula, arriving at her house in less than ten minutes. Paula led them up the stairs, unlocked her door and invited them to sit down on the living room couch. She disappeared into the kitchen for a moment and then returned with three glasses, ice, soda and a bottle of her best Scotch.
"My name is Fred but everybody calls me Tripper," the older boy announced. "My friend here gets called Sundance. He doesn't say much but he's a pretty good dude."
Paula introduced herself, using only her first name. She poured a round of drinks and then got up to turn on the radio, dialing to a station that played the kind of hard rock music that she figured the boys would like. They clinked glasses and settled down to some serious drinking.
"Do you boys hang around town much?" she asked after finishing her first drink. "I've never seen you before."
"Shit, there's nothing to do around here," Sundance answered bitterly. "Actually, we were trying to score some weed tonight but there wasn't a fucking thing going."
Ten minutes later, Paula finished her third drink. She was surprised at her boldness in inviting the strange boys to her house. There was no doubt in her mind that she wanted to make it with at least one of them. Both were quite handsome and they seemed to like her.
"It is kind of dull around here, but it feels better when you're drunk," she announced.
"You ought to get stoned on grass sometime," Tripper answered. "That's really where it's at. But anyway, we can have some fun if you want, you know what I mean."
Paula realized that the boys were drunker than herself. They had been shy and sullen at first, not knowing how to react to an older woman. But the Scotch had given them courage and now they were staring first at each other and then at her, realizing that she was a fairly easy mark.
"I'm down for anything," Paula answered, using the boys' idiom. "What kind of fun are you looking for?"
Tripper got up from his easy chair and joined Paula on the couch. The tall blond boy was remarkably skinny, with pipestem arms and legs that looked like matchsticks under the tight denim of his pants. He looked about fifteen, whereas his friend Sundance appeared to be at least two years younger.
Before she knew what was happening, Paula felt the boy putting his arm around her shoulder, moving into position to kiss her. The shorter boy was smiling broadly, not too impatient to get in on the action. Paula closed her eyes and let the boy have his way of her, knowing that it would turn out well.
After a moment she broke the kiss and got up from the couch, drunker than she had thought. She was turned on already by the taste of Tripper's tongue and lips. There was no point wasting time with the boys. She might as well get out of her clothing before they changed their minds or got too drunk to be able to fuck her properly.
Paula did a modified strip-tease number, grinding to the loud rock music and pulling off her garments one at a time. She saw that the boys' eyes were riveted to her slowly unswaddled body. They were grinning broadly and drunkenly, obviously barely able to believe their good fortune.
In a few minutes Paula was naked and walking into her bedroom, knowing that the boys would be quick to follow. Her heart was beating fast and she could hardly wait for the real uninhibited fun to start. As expected, Tripper was the more aggressive boy, pulling his clothing off quickly and pointing to the bed, indicating just what he wanted to do.
Paula lay down and let the boy explore her body. Tripper seemed to know What he was doing, was obviously not as inexperienced as he looked. He ran his hands up and down Paula's voluptuous torso and then stopped at her tits, fondling the heavy orbs and paying special attention to the pink nipples.
Then he started kissing Paula's boobs, making loud sloshing noises as he pulled her nipples roughly into his greedy mouth. Paula quivered with lust. Yes, the boy was going to fuck her and it looked like he'd do a pretty good job of it. For the moment, she forgot all about the other youth.
Tripper did not take his time about getting into the older woman. Paula took a look at the boy's naked body and saw that his prick was absolutely enormous, already swollen into a state of full erection. He had light blond pubic hair that was quite sparse but he had everything needed to please her.
Paula lay back on her bed, parting her legs, knowing that she didn't have to do a thing to get her young lover ready to fuck. The boy climbed on top of her without ceremony. As he worked his prick into her dripping pussy, Paula saw that the other boy moved closer to the bed, slowly removing his clothing, watching them intensely.
Gasping with unslaked lust, Paula took the full seven inches of her young lover's cock in a single thrust. The boy began to fuck her hard and violently. It was obvious that he was out for his own pleasure and did not give a shit about her. He did not kiss Paula nor speak to her the whole time they were fucking.
But that was fine with Paula. She dug her ass into the soft mattress beneath her and moved with the boy as well as she could. His body was incredibly lithe and strong and his prick hurt her a little as he rammed it in repeatedly. Then Paula could hear the other boy chuckling wickedly as he watched.
"Hey, hurry up," Sundance complained. "I don't want to wait all night to fuck her."
Paula ignored the crude comment, knowing that the boy who was planking her would come quickly enough. He had not slowed down for a minute, even though he was covered with sweat and every muscle in his slender body was clenched with passion. She looked down at his prick as it slid in and out of her body and saw that it was more swollen than ever, covered with a network of thick pulsating penile veins.
Then Tripper stepped up the pace, grunting aloud as he prepared to fire his wad. Paula reached around and placed both her hands over the boy's hard pert ass, wanting him all the way inside her when he erupted with lust.
Two more strokes and the boy was ready. He leaned all his weight against Paula's body and then held himself rigid, letting the come gush violently out of the tip of his overloaded rod. Paula sighed with relief as she felt herself being laved from within. She had dried out in the course of violent fucking and it was very soothing to be bathed with semen.
But Tripper pulled out immediately after shooting his load, leaving Paula horribly frustrated. He squeezed her right tit roughly and then smiled at his friend Sundance, letting him know that they were in to a good thing.
Sundance was still partially dressed, having removed only his shirt and shoes. He sat sprawling in Paula's bedroom armchair, his fly open and a short, stiff prick protruding invitingly from his pants. Then he addressed Paula directly.
"Come on, lady," he sneered. "You seem down for anything and I need a good blow-job. Let's see you come over here real fast and take my dingus into your mouth."
Paula didn't like being talked to that way but it was too late to complain. The boys were really drunk and quite raucous and she figured it would be best to do what they wanted. She got up from the bed, still desperately horny, figuring that she would blow the boy and then get one of them to fuck her. It wouldn't take much more to bring her to orgasm.
Paula dropped to her knees before the short, dark-haired boy, reaching out to stroke his thick cock. She guided it slowly towards her mouth, trying to ignore the fact that Tripper was standing right next to them, watching the action carefully and laughing aloud at her distress.
Then she swallowed her pride, along with the first four inches of her young lover's tumid prick. The boy sighed with relief and sank back into the armchair, snapping his fingers to the music that could still be heard from the living room radio. It wasn't often that he and Tripper ran into a piece of ass like Paula and the fun was just beginning.
Once again Paula found herself with a boy who was interested only in his own lust, who did not care how she reacted to him. She began to suck his cock immediately, stopping when the boy would jam it into her throat as deep as it would go. It was difficult for her to breathe having her mouth fucked so hard but she was determined not to give an inch.
"Come on, let's see you swallow the whole thing," Tripper suggested, standing over them with a fresh drink in his hand. "Then we can have some real fun together."
Paula felt herself blushing as she obeyed the imperious boy, opening her throat and letting Sundance shove his prick in all the way. Her lips closed around the base of his rod and then she let it slide out again, ever so slowly.
"Now his balls," Tripper commanded. "Let's see you lick them and take them into your ugly mouth."
Paula let the thick cock slide completely out of her tired mouth. It slapped up against her flushed cheeks, bathing the woman's face in her own saliva. Gently, she held the boy's balls in her hand and stuck her tongue out to the vulnerable sac, thrilling to the way the sensitive skin curdled under the pressure of her sensitive and loving lingual organ.
Then she opened her mouth wide and carefully sucked Sundance's nuts into her mouth. Paula licked and sucked and dandled the soft globes, hoping that she was pleasing her lovers. At Sundance's order she let go of his balls a few seconds later and went back to work on his short, swollen dick.
Paula knew that the boy was going to come quickly, less than four minutes after she had started her blow-job. That was just the way she liked it, knowing that a young boy can come over and over again. She put everything into her sucking action, hardly able to wait for her load of cream.
"That's it, bitch," Sundance encouraged. "Shit, you really know how to suck dick. Hold on, Mama, I'm going to give you a load of come that you'll never forget."
The boy was as good as his word. He sat up straight in his chair and began to fuck Paula's mouth violently, using short deep strokes that made her nauseous as they hit the back of her throat. Then his prick started to erupt. A few drops leaked out, followed by a cascade of scum. She swallowed most of the juice but Sundance pulled out early, spraying the rest of his juices all over her lovely face.
Paula wiped the scum from her eyes and then walked to the bed, using her sheet as a towel. The boys were laughing at her again but she was past the point of caring. She took the drink from Tripper's hand and downed it in a single swallow. The liquor coursed through her system and she felt ready for anything, ready to fuck both handsome boys.
"Okay, now we're going to do it together, all three of us," Tripper announced. "You can fuck her in the cunt but I want the bitch's asshole. Come on, we don't have all night."
Paula was led back to the bed and forced to lie on her side. She saw that both her young lovers were hard and ready, their pricks standing out firm and free from their healthy bodies. It was a humiliating situation but she loved it, wanted very much to fuck both lads simultaneously.
Tripper got the ball rolling, lying down next to Paula and making the woman suck his cock for a few seconds before getting ready to plank her. He slid his agile body into position and then worked his prick into her ready pussy. Paula gasped with lust, knowing that she would come quite soon.
Just as she was getting used to Tripper's penetration, the younger boy decided to get in on the fun. He lay down behind Paula and worked one spit-greased finger into her asshole, not being at all gentle about it. He -rimmed the tiny pink orifice and then held his prick against it, trying to get into Paula's asshole with a single stroke. All the while the music continued, pounding in Paula's ears.
Paula could not move a muscle, sandwiched as she was between the two lusty lads. It hurt to be penetrated by both since they were not at all concerned with her comfort, each fucking at his own pace. But Paula soon learned to control the scene, writhing her muscular body on the bed, feeling the two pricks almost touching each other inside her body.
Her own passion began to mount almost immediately. She had been turned on by her first fuck and now her passion was coming back hot and heavy as ever. She closed her vaginal sphincter around Tripper's cock and tried to ignore the boy walloping his prick into her unprotected asshole.
A wave of fire seemed to pass through every limb of her body. Now she was enjoying both cocks and to make it better, Tripper had lowered his head to her tits and was biting her nipples roughly, almost making her bleed. Paula screamed her lust aloud, just about ready for her long awaited climax.
"My little darlings," she panted. "My beautiful little studs. Oh, that feels so good, shit, not so hard. Oh yes, it's going to happen now. I can feel both of you inside me. I'm coming. Oh, shit, oh, AAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!"
Paula flung her body back and forth, feeling both pricks inserted to the hilt in her lusting body. Her eyes were closed and she was hardly conscious of what was happening to her. Her cunt and asshole contracted simultaneously and she could feel herself coming violently, hardly able to stand the pain and passion that would give her no peace.
She experienced a multiple orgasm, coming over and over again until she thought she would pass out. All the while the two boys continued to whale away at her cunt and asshole, laughing and obviously having the time of their young lives. Finally Paula was able to relax. Wiping the sweat from her eyes she realized she had never in her life come quite that strongly.
But now she had to keep her two lusty lovers happy. Paula tried to satisfy them in turn and then together, but soon realized that they didn't really need her help. All she had to do was lie there, be beautiful and sexy, and they would take care of the rest, look to their own pleasures and needs.
Both boys escalated the tempo of their fucking, slamming their pricks in and out of her well-lubricated apertures. Sundance was especially violent, using his short thick cock as a weapon, trying to climb right into her overloaded asshole. But he was not, as it turned out, the first to come.
Tripper shoved his prick in harder than ever and then left it buried in Paula's twat, grunting aloud as he emptied his balls. His prick was like a volcano, spewing its lava into the deepest recesses of her twat. Paula felt as if she was going to come again but that was not to be.
Tripper left his prick inside her as his friend moved quickly to a climax. Sundance rolled over a little so that his prick went in at a better angle. He was covered with sweat and nauseous from having drunk so much but that did not slow down the lusting boy for a second.
"Here it comes, big Mama," he panted. "Right up the ass, just the way you like it. I'm coming now, dig it Tripper, I'm coming in her asshole. Shit, I'm fucking COMINNNGGG!!!"
One more violent stroke and the boy was finished. Paula remained lying in the bed, too tired and sore to move. The boys had exhausted her completely and she was glad to see them start to get dressed and ready to leave. One more double fuck like that and she would have been ready for a wheelchair.
"We got to split now, you dig?" Tripper told her. "But we'll see you tomorrow night. You show up, same time, same place. We'll be there, unless you want us to make it here."
Paula nodded and stayed in bed as the boys left, taking their bottle of cheap booze and the remains of her bottle of Scotch with them. She pulled the blankets over her weary body and dropped off to sleep, not wanting to think too much about what she had done that evening.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Paula walked to work the next morning, tired and hung-over but in a good mood. Tripper and Sundance had fascinated her and stirred her imagination as well as showing her a good time in bed. Kids had changed since her adolescence and those two seemed to her the epitome of the new youth.
They were wild, undisciplined, aggressive and masculine, reminding Paula of her early attractions for the juvenile deliquents of her teenage years. But these boys were even better, much more sexually mature and self-confident. There was no doubt in Paula's mind that she would see them again.
The day went by with agonizing slowness. For the first time in five years on the job Paula found herself impatient with her duties and co-workers. She wanted to get out of that fucking hospital and meet her new lovers again. It didn't matter that she couldn't see them until the evening.
Nobody at the hospital commented on Paula's testiness but several of her cohorts noticed that the woman was not dressed as neatly as usual. Her hair was tangled, her makeup uneven, and she had a distant look on her face. Actually, the woman was exercising a good deal of self-control.
The work day was finally over. Paula walked slowly home and changed into a casual outfit-jeans, old T-shirt, and boots. She mixed herself a short drink and then dawdled over supper. She was no longer nervous and impatient but radiant with expectation knowing that she would see the boys within an hour.
To Paula's surprise, her doorbell rang about ten minutes before she was ready to go out. It was Tripper, who quickly stepped into the doorway, closing the door behind himself.
"Paula, you have a car, don't you?" he said, not bothering to greet the woman properly. "Get it right now and then drive over to West and Mortimer. I'll be there with Sundance. We got to take us a little ride tonight."
The boy was gone as quickly as he had arrived, leaving Paula no chance to question him. Paula thought things over for a few minutes and decided to go along. Soon enough she would find out what Tripper and Sundance had in mind.
Paula drove to the appointment and saw the two boys standing in the doorway of a warehouse. She cut the engine and opened the passenger door, watching as the boys walked furtively towards her. They got in and smiled nervously, telling Paula to drive to the southern edge of the city.
They were there in fifteen minutes, during which time almost nothing was said. Paula was told to park the car and keep her lights and radio off. She was to talk to nobody even if approached and questioned. They would be back in half an hour, at which time she had to be ready to leave.
Although Paula followed her instructions to the letter, she did not like the situation. It was evident that Tripper and his little friend were up to no good. Still, the boys had been so hard and serious, so theatrical about their silence, that it was hard not to get swept up in their excitement.
Nobody came into Paula's line of vision during the forty minutes she spent waiting in the darkened car. Finally, amidst the poorly lit tenement buildings, three-story wooden dwellings packed ten to a block, she saw Tripper and Sundance staggering towards the car, each carrying two obviously heavy cartons.
"Open the trunk, quick," Sundance called. "Then start the motor. We got to split fast."
Paula jumped out of the driver's seat, watched the boys place the heavy cartons carefully in the trunk, and then prepared to make what she could not help thinking of as the getaway. She drove at normal speed back toward the downtown area, until instructed otherwise by Tripper.
"Let's take a nice little ride," he suggsted. "We have a couple of hours to kill. Take this road about a mile, but turn off before the highway."
"Are you going to tell me what's in the boxes?"
Paula couldn't resist asking. "I don't care how or where you got them but you could let me in on something."
"Just some stuff our friends wanted," Sundance chuckled. "Hey, it ain't no explosives, not even dope. We're just going to make a few bucks and you helped us. That's all."
It was apparent that no further information would be forthcoming. Paula drove slowly out of town and then, at Tripper's instruction, pulled the car to the left, into a dead-end lane. She tuened off the motor but left the radio on, waiting for a sign from her mysterious young lovers.
"All right!" Tripper exclaimed, slapping palms with his friend. "We fucking did it. Now it's time to party. Come on Paula, let's you and me start in the back seat."
Paula left the car and re-entered the back, joined by Tripper coming in from the other side. The front door remained open, leaving the interior light on. Tripper pulled a bottle of whiskey from under the front seat, took a long pull and then handed the bottle to Paula, who followed suit.
The bottle was passed to the front seat, where it stayed for quite a while. Paula felt her neck being grabbed roughly and then her face being turned toward Tripper. The boy pressed his mouth against her warm lips, his breath reeking of alcohol, his eyes alight with danger and rebelliousness.
Paula sighed as she stood the long passionate kiss, more turned on than ever by the young boys. She still knew nothing about them but some things were easy enough to guess. They stayed out late, probably didn't hang around school much, didn't intend to spend their lives working.
But it was impossible to think clearly as she was making it with Tripper. The boy stuck his right hand under her T-shirt and began to play with Paula's big soft tits. Then he unfastened her belt and pulled Paula's jeans and panties down to her ankles. Paula kicked off the garments but didn't bother struggling with her boots. For the moment it didn't seem to matter what she did with the blouse and bra.
Meanwhile, Tripper had opened his fly, revealing a prick that was already starting to swell with lust. He grabbed Paula by the neck again but instead of kissing her pushed the woman's lovely head down toward his groin. Paula got the message, opening her mouth and getting ready to suck him off.
She framed the boy's dick with her carefully rouged lips, feeling it come to life almost instantaneously. Wiping her tongue across the spongy head she could feel the prick starting to point upwards, lunging into her waiting mouth. She opened up wider, letting the boy penetrate her completely.
Paula was draped half across the boy's lap as she worked his prick over with combined action of lips, teeth and tongue. The shot of liquor she had downed had warmed her and it was a hot night. Except for the one open door, the car was stuffy, causing her to sweat copiously.
Tripper had the woman suck his cock only for a minute or two. He loved the way Paula gave blow-jobs but wanted to fuck the woman. He grabbed Paula's hair and pulled her head away from his crotch, addressing her directly.
"Climb on, big Mama," he whispered. "This is the moment you've been waiting for. I got something nice for you and I know you're going to dig it. Get where I'm at?"
Paula got it. She turned in the crowded rear of the car and then climbed onto Tripper's lap, closing her thighs around his pulsing prick. She raised her body slightly so that her head was higher than his. Tripper pulled up her shirt again and sucked one pink nipple into his mouth, licking and biting it until it had swollen and turned darker.
Tripper guided his prick home with his right hand, still sucking frantically on Paula's tits. His prick bent almost double as he stuffed it into her quim, which was still fairly dry. Paula sank onto the boy's lap, feeling him penetrate her to the hilt, turned on as she had expected to be.
At first she did all the work, putting her hands on Tripper's shoulders and bouncing up and down, letting most of his cock sink out of her pussy before taking it all in again. She was soon panting with lust, seeing that it was going to take longer than usual for Tripper to fire his wad.
The horny lad moved with her after a while, forgetting Paula's fantastic tits and driving his prick up into her snatch. He never kissed the woman or used his hands on her body, contenting himself with the rising tide of passion in his prick. No doubt about it, Paula really knew how to fuck.
"Get up higher," he muttered in a choked voice. "I want to get it into your asshole too."
"Not this way," Paula pleaded. "I'm all dry and sore that way. Make it wet first, please, Tripper."
Tripper did not bother to answer, staring narrowly at the frightened woman until she shivered and hastened to acquiesce. Paula used her thigh muscles to left herself up, poising her asshole over the boy's prick while Tripper held the tumid organ in position, ready to cornhole her.
"That's it, Mama, now come down," Tripper stated. "Right onto my prick. I know you want it, now tell me 'bout it."
"Yes, I want it," Paula answered in a husky voice. "Give it to me good and hard. I want you inside me. I want you to fuck me, fuck me up the ass.
Paula lowered her weight willingly on the thick cock, even though it hurt like hell to have it marauding in her asshole. She bit her lips and tried to ignore the pain, not stopping until the boy had entered her fully. She felt like candy on a stick, fragilely suspended on the huge rod, totally unable to move or protect herself.
She didn't really have to move. Tripper lifted his hips upward, keeping his prick buried in the woman's asshole. He rotated the thick tube around a few times and felt Paula loosening up from within. Now he had gone around with Paula, had sampled all three of her dynamite holes.
Paula sighed a few seconds later when the boy wrenched his prick out of her asshole and re-inserted it into her pussy. She had done her best to turn him on with her asshole but the back seat was too crowded for her to do it. Now he was going to fuck her right and she knew that she would come. It was going to happen in just a few more seconds.
Paula was good and wet now, her cunt closing down on her lover's foreshortened cock. He was in her deeper than ever before and the familiar feeling of growing passion began to invade Paula Gervin. Her arms and legs stiffened but she kept moving up and down on the cock that was filling her so well.
"Fuck me, keep fucking me, fuck me harder," she chanted in rhythm with Tripper's powerful strokes. "Oh yeah, Mama needs it bad, fuck Mama, keep fucking me. Oh shit, oh, it's starting again. I can't stand it, AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!"
Tripper fucked the woman harder than ever as she came. His prick was getting heavy now, filled with a load of come. Just a few more strokes and he would join in the flood she had started, the stream of pussy juices leaking all over his pants. He bit into Paula's left tit to keep the woman from moving and then began to shoot his wad into her.
His prick leaped upward again and again, hitting Paula's womb and making her wince. She had to hold on to keep the boy inside her but that was all right, as long as he would hurry and fill her with scum. Then she could feel the thick frothing liquid oozing into her twat, soaking her labia and pubic hair, the perfect finish to a perfect fuck.
"Not bad, Mama, not bad at all," Tripper commented, breathing heavily. "But now you got to make Sundance happy too. Me and him are in this together."
"I'm ready," Paula answered, deadpan. She didn't really want to fuck the other boy but knew she had no choice.
"Hey, I got an idea," Sundance suggested. "We can do her together again but in a really groovy way. You get in front here and I'll show you just what I mean."
The boys changed seats and Paula found herself alone in the back with Tripper's sidekick. Sundance was good looking in his own way but there was no comparison between him and Tripper. Nonetheless, Paula remembered the boy's thick strong prick and knew she wouldn't mind fucking him.
She wasn't ready for what the boys had in mind. Dropping to her knees in front of the seat, she began to suck Sundance's cock as adroitly as she had done to Tripper's while the two boys plotted their strategy. Sundance was hard in her mouth a few seconds later and they were ready to begin.
Paula found herself being handled by both boys together, pushed and pulled until she was draped over the front seat, her ass sticking up in the air, her feet barely touching the rear floor and her head and tits pressed against the front seat. It was not a comfortable position for her.
"You dig?" Sundance asked his companion. "This way she can suck you off while I pork her from behind. Shit, I'm going to give it to her both ways, cunt and asshole."
Paula doubted whether she could maintain the difficult position for long. For one thing, she could not really move a muscle. Also, her back hurt badly and her neck would soon get stiff. But the boys knew what they wanted and it didn't seem worth her while to beg them for mercy.
Sundance started in first, licking his lips at the sight of Paula's naked cunt and asshole. Her leg muscles were stretched taut coming out of her rawhide boots and everything about her was warm and female and provocative. He played with Paula's big soft buttocks for a moment before getting down to business.
"Where do you want it first, Paula, cunt or asshole?" Sundance asked, not waiting for an answer.
Paula felt the boy's short, stout cock gliding into her cunt, which had already been lubricated by his friend's come. She was not turned on by fucking Sundance and knew that things would be even more difficult and humiliating once she was forced to suck Tripper's cock at the same time.
But Paula knew that she had nothing to complain about. She had gone along willingly with the boys and did not regret getting involved with them. She had had one powerful orgasm already that evening and it was altoghether possible that she would have more fun before returning home.
Sundance worked his cock up to the hilt in Paula's spread pussy, balancing himself on the back seat. Paula could not move with the boy but immediately began to dig the feel of his probing scepter. At the same time, Tripper got into position in the front of the car, feet planted under the darkened dashboard, hands placed on either side of Paula's torso on the top edge of the front seat.
His fly was already open and it was easy for the lad to work his cock into Paula's mouth. She was at a perfect angle to suck him off and Tripper wasted no time in leaning his weight forward and driving his long thick cock as far as it would go into the woman's gagging throat.
Despite her constrained position, Paula was able to keep her two lusty young lovers happy. Sundance was fucking her better than usual, leaning into her ass and grinding his prick from within her pussy. And it was always a pleasure to have Tripper's lovely cock hammering in her mouth.
But then Sundance slid his prick out of Paula's cunt and the woman knew just what to expect. The boy had been playing with her asshole all along, prodding it with his fingers and widening its rim. Now he held his prick against the tiny opening and pushed hard, wanting to enter in a single thrust.
Paula winced but there was nowhere she could go. Now she was completely full of cock, servicing the full seven inches of Tripper's weapon in her mouth and feeling Sundance's shorter rod fully buried in her asshole. She hoped that the virile young studs would finish with her quickly.
But then Paula started to enjoy the experience. Her supple body quickly adjusted to the position she had been forced to assume and her cunt was rubbing against the nappy upholstery of the front seat. She was getting hot and bothered, actually turned on by the two horny young boys.
"Mmmm, that's it," she encouraged her lovers. "Sock it to me, good and hard. I love having you inside me. Keep it up and I'll come all over you."
But Paula was fated not to come during this particular bout of demanding sex. She concentrated on pleasing her young lovers, sucking Tripper's cock for all she was worth and trying to relax so that Sundance could enter her asshole more easily. The two boys were sweating profusely as they moved closer to a state of passionate release.
Sundance was the first to come, ramming his cock hard into Paula's asshole and then holding there as his prick started to spurt. He remained inside the woman and watched as his come flowed out again, soaking the backs of her lovely thighs. He was grinning broadly, loving every minute of it.
Tripper had come just a few minutes before but there was no way he could resist Paula's lips and tongue. The woman was giving him a super blow-job, as if she was hardly aware of the boy fucking her from behind. Her lips cleaved to his prick and her tongue churned madly.
Paula could not move her head and her neck was beginning to tighten but she knew it would all be over in a matter of seconds. Sure enough, Tripper jammed his prick in once more and loosened a flood of hot, frothing white come into her throat, letting his prick go slowly limp inside her mouth.
After that, the boys had another drink, which Paula declined, and decided to head back to the city. Paula felt that she could have used another fuck but didn't want to push things. She drove back slowly, remembering that her car was loaded with who knew what kind of stolen goods.
"We might as well drop it at Frenchie's, huh Tripper?" Sundance asked as they entered town. "I mean there's no point keeping the stuff until the morning."
"Yeah, that's cool," Tripper concurred. "Paula, drive over to Athol and Morgan. You can let us off there."
The trip was over a few minutes later. Paula watched with apprehension as the boys unloaded the trunk and carried their wares into a seemingly deserted private home. They were gone about ten minutes and then returned to the car.
"Coming home with me tonight?" Paula said to Tripper.
"Hey, I don't think so," Tripper answered after considering the possibility. "We got some real bread to play around with now. Tell you what, though. I'll call you at home tomorrow and maybe we can get together and really boogie."
CHAPTER EIGHT
When Paula returned home that night she mixed herself a strong drink, put a record on the stereo and decided to think things over carefully. She was bone tired after her evening of crime and sex but knew that it was time for her to confront a few things and make some decisions.
There was no doubt in Paula's mind that she was getting too deeply involved with Tripper and Sundance, no matter how much she enjoyed their company. The boys were the best lovers she had ever had but they were dangerous. Eventually they were bound to get her into some sort of trouble.
That being the case, Paula decided to take a vacation from her virile young lovers. She would not meet them the following night, and the next day, which was a Friday, she would take off from work early, pick up her car and go away for the weekend, possibly to a summer resort fifty miles away.
Paula spent the next night alone, glad that the boys had not called her. Probably they were out spending their ill gotten money and had forgot all about her. In any event, she knew where to find them. For the next three days she would see if it was possible to get along without Tripper and Sundance.
Paula left her house at three in the afternoon, ignoring the rain clouds that had been menacing the horizon since early that morning. Traffic was heavy but Paula did not let that ruin her good spirits. It was the first time all summer that she was getting out into the country.
However, things continued to go bad for Paula as she snaked her car in and out of traffic. It started to rain at four, washing out part of the highway and slowing her progress all the more. She turned onto a crowded side road, wondering if it would be wiser to turn around and go home.
But Paula was determined to have her vacation. She had plenty of money in her handbag, the tank was fully gassed up and she didn't have to be back at work until Monday. The rain began to fall harder and harder but she pressed on, no longer caring where she ended up for the night.
As the storm approached serious proportions, Paula decided not to try to reach the resort that night. She would drive around slowly and carefully until she found someplace to stay and then try again in the morning. It was still slow going but Paula kept her spirits up by listening to the radio.
Eventually, Paula pulled into a driveway, realizing that she could get no further in the driving rain. It had turned dark already and she got out of the car, wrapping her raincoat around her shoulders and struggling through the high wind to get to a farmhouse. She would either telephone to find a motel or perhaps ask the owner of the house for a night's shelter.
"Quite a storm, young lady," a kindly voice addressed Paula. "Come in and get dry. You're a little too late for supper but maybe the wife can make you some coffee."
The farmer had come out of his house before Paula had reached the front porch. She accepted his invitation without saying a word, glad for shelter of any sort. Paula handed her drenched raincoat to the farmer, sat down heavily on an old sofa and let the man question her at will.
"Yes, I was heading up to Arrowrock," she responded. "Just for the weekend but I can't possibly make it tonight. No, I don't have any other place to stay. Oh yes, I'd appreciate it very much. No, I don't need anything fancy, just a bed and a few blankets. Thank you very much."
Paula listened to the farmer but none too carefully. The man was saying something about her staying in a spare bedroom that had been built adjoining the barn. She wouldn't have the place all to herself but would have to share it with two of his sons who had come home unexpectedly for the weekend.
At that point, Paula would have agreed to anything in order to secure a few hours of sleep. Her nerves were shot from driving through the storm and it was difficult to keep her eyes opened. She nooded to the farmer's wife and accepted a cup of coffee, shivering as a few drops of gelid rainwater fell from the collar of sweater down her neck.
"Just show me where to sleep," she muttered after downing the coffee. "I'll try to pay you something in the morning."
Paula was taken to the doorway and pointed in the direction of a large brown barn, one hundred yards away. There was a light burning outside the wooden building, barely visible through the teeming rain. Paula wrapped the raincoat around her shoulders and ran in the direction of the barn.
She threw the door open, turned on another light, and climbed slowly up to the spare bedroom. There was a loud crashing noise, followed by a muffled scream and confused muttering by three voices. Paula squinted her eyes, almost too tired to take in what was going on around her.
The farmer's sons, Jack and Tim, were there as promised but they were not alone. One of the boys was lying naked in bed with a young girl, whose face was an unnatural shade of white. The other boy was still partially dressed, standing a few feet away from the young couple.
"Who the hell are you?" the younger boy asked in a high-pitched voice. "Oh shit, Jack, now we're really in for it."
"Take it easy," Paula cautioned, knowing that the last thing she wanted was any trouble. "I don't care what you're doing. I just need some sleep. Make room for me on one of those beds and I promise I won't bother you."
Paula explained her presence to the three youngsters, amused now by the way she had caught them in the act. Jack and Tim were good looking boys, perhaps fourteen and twelve years of age. Jack's girl was perhaps thirteen, a pretty redheaded creature no longer frightened by Paula's presence.
"You're not going to tell on us, are you?" Jenny asked, still suspicious of the outsider.
"I don't think so, but it depends," Paula teased. "I'm kind of lonely and bored tonight, getting lost and all. Maybe you ought to let me in on the fun."
Jenny whispered something to Tim, the younger boy, who quickly got up and led Paula to the other bed. Paula got her first good look at the boy and was pleased with his appearance. Tim was tall, blond and slender. His face was incredibly youthful and boyish, with burning blue eyes, stub nose, clear complexion and narrow, well formed mouth.
"You really want to make it with me, lady?" Tim asked as he sat down beside Paula on the bed. It was obvious that the boy was scared of her, Paula thought, probably completely inexperienced with women. His older brother was having fun with Jenny and it was clear that the younger boy had been jealous.
Paula did not answer the boy's question in so many words. She leaned towards Tim and quickly kissed him full on the lips, smiling to herself as she felt the boy start. Paula wrapped her arms around Tim's shoulders, realizing that she had never made it with a boy that young before.
Tim squirmed in her arms for a few seconds before getting used to Paula's caresses. It was dark in the spare bedroom but he had already got a good look at the woman and knew he wanted her.
He could hear the woman starting to undress, could feel her pulling at his own garments.
In another minute both were naked. Paula brushed her hand against the young boy's cock and realized that she had nothing to overcome or worry about. Tim's prick was already hard and he was breathing heavily, waiting for Paula to show him what to do. He was more than ready to learn about sex.
As she began to stroke Tim's erect cock. Paula tried to see what the other couple was doing. Jack was making a lot of noise as he and Jenny went through their paces. Paula smiled inwardly once again, knowing that she could have a scene with all three youngsters before the night ended.
Paula shifted her position on the bed, wanting to show the young boy a good time. For all she knew, he had never even been kissed before. Now she was going to suck his luscious young cock, take the big thing into her mouth and work it over with lips and tongue until the boy exploded with lust and passion.
Paula parted her thick, sensual lips and went immediately to work on the thick rod. She sucked four inches into her mouth and began to lick the swollen crown, loving the way Tim would tremble from her caresses. Already she could taste a little scum leaking out of the boy's pecker, a sure sign that it would not take long for him to get his rocks off.
Tim was lying flat on his back on the bed, puzzled by his sudden streak of good fortune. His eyes were used to the darkness at that point and he could see Paula's big tits rising and falling as she sucked him off. It was like a dream come true for the lad, the consummation of all his sexual fantasies.
Paula sucked the rest of the boy's cock into her mouth, not stopping until she had serviced the full six inches. Tim was moaning with passion now, starting to shoot his rod in and out of her clinging lips. He was almost ready, she knew, about to come after a mere five minutes of stimulation.
But that was fine with Paula, tired as she was from driving through the rain. The whole scene was very unreal to her, the last thing she had expected. There she was, with a handsome virgin boy, driving him crazy with her lips and tongue, getting ready to swallow a mouthful of his hot, frothing come.
"OOOOOOHHHH, it's happening, it's happening," Tim moaned. "Oh yes, keep doing it to me, I'm going to come."
The boy was as good as his word. He rammed his cock into the back of Paula's throat and then let his juices fly. Paula felt a river of semen pouring into her mouth, thinner than the seminal fluids she was used to downing. She gulped the juices as quickly as they were produced, loving the acrid taste, knowing she had made the boy deliriously happy.
"Did you like that?" Paula whispered when she had let the boy's still stiff prick slide from her mouth. "Yes, I knew you would. I have an idea now. Why don't we see what your brother and his little girlfriend are doing? You know it's a lot more fun when we all do it together."
Tim didn't answer the mysterious older woman. Paula got up naked from the bed and tiptoed silently to the other couple. Now she too could make things out in the darkness, could see that Jack and Jenny were lying side by side on the bed, masturbating each other. Jack's prick was longer and thicker than that of his younger brother. As for Jenny, the girl was even lovelier than Paula had expected, a lithe blonde creature who made Paula's mouth water with lustful anticipation.
Paula decided to get right in on the fun, ignoring her fatigue for the moment. She sat down on the edge of the narrow camp bed and kissed Jack on the mouth, pushing Jenny gently aside with her shoulder. She had a feeling that the horny lad was not about to reject her amorous advances.
Then she and Jack were kissing, while Timmy wasted no time in taking his brother's place with Jenny. Jenny complained for a moment but then giggled as she allowed the young boy to kiss her. The strange woman was all right, she decided, very pretty and nice. She had nothing against sharing her lover with Paula.
"Want to fuck me?" Paula asked Jack. "Don't be scared, I don't care if you've never done it before. You have everything you need to make a woman happy. Come on, get a little closer and Mama'll show you just what to do."
Paula wrapped the fourteen-year-old boy in her strong arms until their torsos were pressed firmly together. Jack's prick was hard and distended from playing with Jenny. He quivered in Paula's arms, which turned the horny woman on all the more. Yes, the boy wanted to fuck her and she was going to let him; going to love every minute of it. All she had to do was show him how to penetrate her pussy and everything would be fine.
Paula slid her body under Jack's and wrapped her silken thighs around his slender waist. Slowly he got on top of her, now knowing what he was doing, moving by instinct. Paula could feel the boy's prick throbbing and pulsating against her body, caressing her thighs, moving closer to her hungry twat.
She reached down and held the thick stick in position, guiding it slowly towards the entrance of her dripping vulva. Tim and Jenny were still kissing and exploring each other's body. That meant that she would not be disturbed, that she and Jack would be able to make it in peace.
Paula sighed with relief as she felt the boy's rod finally entering the citadel of her hungry fuck box. He was bigger than she had expected but that didn't slow her down for a second. Paula kept her thighs parted as far as they would go, closing down her pussy muscles as she drew the boy into her body.
She began to move as soon as Jack had penetrated her all the way. Paula could feel the boy's pubic hair mingling with her own moist tresses. He wasn't moving with her but she was happy to do the work for both of them, knowing that she was getting closer and closer to the point of release.
And, a few seconds later, Jack began to catch on to the subtleties of fucking. He raised himself up slightly, balancing his weight on outstretched palms. Now his slender body was looming above Paula and his prick was deeper inside her than ever. He began to slide the thick organ in and out, grunting audibly, having the time of his young life with Paula.
"That's it, baby, keep fucking me," Paula urged her young lover. "Just stick it in and move it around. I'm going to come all over your prick in a little while."
The bed began to heave dangerously under the weight of the four lovers. Paula stretched out her arm and then her hand came into contact with Tim's prick. The boy was working on Jenny's firm young tits, his head buried in her chest. She knew that he would appreciate her caresses once again.
Paula could not have been happier. One young prick was throbbing powerfully in her cunt and the other was pulsating rapidly in her clinging right hand. She bent her body slightly and managed to touch Jenny's long, sleek hairless legs, feeling the youngsters converging around her hungry body.
It was hot and sweaty in the converted barn and Paula felt her body getting closer to the point of release. Jack was fucking her like a professional having caught on right away. And Tim's prick was going wild in her hand, jerking back and forth as she jerked him off. It was too much for her to stand and Paula sighed loudly as she felt her body starting to react.
"AAAARRRRRRGGGHHH!!!!! Oh, yes, it's happening, keep fucking me, Jack, shove it in harder. HARDER' Fuck me harder you big beautiful stud. Please, oh please, fuck me harder."
Jack continued to ram his prick into Paula's twat, totally pleased with what he was getting from the gorgeous woman. He had never fucked Jenny and knew that before the night was over he would have a chance at her virginity. In the meantime, Paula was teaching him all about sex. He didn't understand the woman's reactions but knew that he was turning her on.
Paula came violently, throwing her body back and forth on the narrow bed. She was still holding on to Tim's prick as her body went berserk, still stroking every available inch of Jenny's lovely young tits and ass. She could feel the juices leaking out of her twat, could feel the bed shaking beneath her.
She felt three separate spasms of pleasure, each stronger than the last. All the while, Jack continued to fuck her, moving with ever greater confidence. The boy was proud of himself for pleasing the demanding older woman. Soon he would be ready to fill her luscious twat with a bath of hot semen.
Finally Paula's passion abated. She loosened her grip on Tim's cock and tried to concentrate on Jack, the boy whose thick pounding cock had brought her to orgasm. Jenny had squirmed away from her for the moment but Paula knew that she would get a chance to make the girl before dawn.
Jack was just about ready to fly. He jammed his cock in faster and faster, no longer trying to control himself. Paula was turning him on a thousand times better than Jenny had ever done. His body was on fire, his brain a mass of tangled passion. Paula's cunt clung to his palpitating cock in a way that was maddeningly irresistible. He was going to shoot. One more stroke and he was there, panting aloud, letting the juices fly out of the tip of his cock until he had filled the happy older woman to the brim. He kept fucking Paula even after his prick had lost its rigidity. Paula moved away from him a few seconds later. Jack would get hard again, she knew, but for the moment she was more interested in Jenny.
"Come here, sweetheart," she coaxed the young beauty. "Let the boys rest for a minute. We'll put on a little show for them and then they'll be ready for us again." Jenny hesitated, not knowing what the woman wanted from her. She liked Paula but couldn't understand the woman. Still, Paula had been fun to be with and there was no reason to run away from the beautiful woman. She moved closer on the bed, closing her eyes and abandoning herself completely to Paula.
The two boys got off the bed and stood on either side, watching the women intently. What had started as a good night was turning out better than anything they could have imagined. Jack gasped as he saw Paula taking his girlfriend into her arms, not knowing what to expect next.
Paula took her time with the young beauty, not wanting to scare or hurt Jenny. The girl's body was smooth and boyish, reminding her a little of Bente, her first lesbian mistress. But Jenny was much younger and much less experienced, giving Paula a sense of power that turned her on all the more.
Jenny was nervous as she felt the older woman working her body over. It felt nice when Paula sucked her tits, much more gently and knowingly than the two brothers had ever done. She felt herself getting turned on, relaxing, beginning to respond and return Paula's passionate caresses.
Paula couldn't control herself any longer. It was getting late and she had to have her tongue inside Jenny's fragrant snatch. She rolled over and wedged her head between the girl's ivory thighs, inhaling her perfume, knowing that Jenny was too aroused even to think of resisting her.
The girl's cunt was already dripping, pouring out a river of sweet virginal love juices. Paula fastened a greedy set of lips around the girl's labia, sucking in the fluids, her hands groping blindly for Jenny's tits, stroking the nipples mercilessly until the girl was almost creaming around her.
She could feel Jenny's slender little hands pressed against the back of her neck. The girl wanted her, knew that there was nothing to fear from the passionate older woman. Her legs opened and closed spasmodically around Paula's thick neck as Paula's tongue continued to wreak havoc deep inside her box.
Paula could see nothing with her head buried between Jenny's clutching thighs but she knew that the boys were moving closer, almost ready to get back in on the action. She hoped that they would wait until she was able to make Jenny come, which was going to happen in just a few seconds.
She plunged her tongue deep into the girl's box, hardly aware of where she was or what she was doing. Her body was tired but she knew there would be no sleep for her that night, not with three gorgeous youngsters willing to satisfy her needs. And the girl was just about ready to come, to mingle her sweet secretions with the come Paula had already swallowed.
Paula felt the come leaking slowly into her mouth. Jenny was hurting her a little with her clenching thighs but Paula knew that it would all be over soon. She was amazed at the taste and copiousness of Jenny's discharge. The stuff seemed to go on forever, until she was ready to drown.
But Jenny's passion finally ran its course. Her palpitating labis closed for the last time around Paula's tongue and then the lithe young creature pulled herself away from Paula, suddenly self-conscious about what they had done. Paula smiled, once again wanting to reassure the luscious little creature.
It was getting lighter outside but Paula knew that they still had several hours to kill before daybreak. She moved away from Jenny and invited the two boys to join her on the bed. It was obvious that both Jack and Tim were ready for more.
CHAPTER NINE
By the time morning rolled around, Paula had managed to grab an hour or two of sleep. The three youngsters had been as insatiable in their sexual appetities as they had been appealing to Paula's lust and it was with some difficulty that she was able to pull herself together and prepare to leave.
Paula insisted on paying the farmer for allowing her to stay in his extra bedroom, laughing at the thought that the man would never know just how much she owed him. At first the farmer declined payment but Paula was quite insistent. Before leaving, she was invited to stop back on her way home.
That prospect lifted Paula's spirits and resigned her to a weekend about which she had previously had her doubts. She left the farm at about eight and was glad to see that the roads had pretty well dried out. Still, there was plenty of traffic and the drive turned out long and tedious.
Half an hour before noon, Paula arrived at the resort she had chosen, the Arrowrock Fountain. It was a famous place but one she had never visited before, the kind of spot that had never really interested her. Paula checked in, got the key to her room and decided to take a brief nap.
Paula woke at three-thirty, blinking in the strong sunlight that streamed into her open window. She had seen nothing of the resort, had not spoken to a single person, and it was almost time for dinner. Paula showered and then dressed quickly, wondering what she would find to do.
She made a walking tour of the extensive resort, passing by tennis courts, a golf course, swimming pools, lakes, hiking trails and other sporting facilities. She decided that the Fountain was not at all a bad place. It was crowded and noisy but the guests seemed to be having a pretty good time. There were all sorts of people of every age group, many alone but also quite a few couples and families.
The Fountain was a well organized enterprise, the grounds dotted with social directors and other staff personnel. Well before she had completed her tour, Paula had been approached by several people and invited to parties and dances. She demurred from the invitations, not yet wanting to make definite plans.
At six Paula ate alone in one of the dining rooms, still not sure of what she wanted to do. Tim and Jack and Jennifer were still on her mind and Paula wondered if she would not have done better staying at the farm for the weekend.
After dinner, Paula changed her clothing again and decided that she would go dancing for the evening. She consulted one of the social directors and found that there were several places she could go. Eventually she decided on a discotheque, unconsciously drawn to where she thought there would be young people.
The discotheque, called the Blue Max, was only half full when Paula arrived. It was a rather tacky place, a pale copy of the real thing, with black lights, old psychadelic posters and a rock band that was second rate at best. Paula sat down alone at the bar and ordered a double Scotch, worried that the evening was going to turn out a bore.
Then she was asked to dance, which made things better for the lonely woman. The place had started to fill out and much to Paula's delight about half the dancers were teenagers, the kind of youngsters she had always liked. Her first dance partner was in his late twenties but Paula managed to get rid of him without too much trouble after two songs.
Then, drink in hand, Paula approached a table of teenagers, about eight boys and girls who had caught her attention. She sat down without being invited, joining in on the conversation carefully, knowing that she would have to prove herself.
It didn't take long for the teenagers to accept Paula. She spoke modestly and without condescension, glad that she had spent enough time with Tripper and Sundance to be conversant with their idiom. Several times she got up to dance and every so often went to the bar for a refill.
"Hey, this is getting to be a real drag," a boy sitting on her right decided. "Why don't we blow this place and go have a smoke before we fall asleep from this shitty music."
"You got any weed?" a girl asked the first speaker. "Come on, what the hell are we waiting for?"
Paula left with the eight youngsters, still not knowing all their names but glad to be included in their group. She knew that she was finally going to get a chance to smoke grass, something that had fascinated her for the last few weeks, since she had been hanging out with Sundance and Tripper.
She walked with the youngsters away from the main buildings and into a wooded area that was completely unlit and silent and isolated. One of the boys of the group had brought along a tape machine, which was turned on at full volume once they were sure of being out of earshot of the other resort guests.
"All right," a boy named Jimmy commented as they sat down on a patch of thick and reasonably dry grass. "Let's have some of that weed. I am ready to get stoned."
Paula saw a match flicker. A few seconds later a swollen tube of cigarette paper was passed to her. Paula gripped it tightly by the base and inhaled as she had seen the others doing, hoping that she would not cough or in any other way betray her lack of experience in smoking marijuana.
"Pretty good shit, huh, Paula?" a boy named Tom commented. "But I guess you know where it's at with weed."
"I haven't really blown that much," Paula answered candidly as she felt the narcotic beginning to affect her. "Seems pretty good to me, though. I'm getting high enough."
Actually, Paula did not feel much from the grass for the first ten minutes. She liked the spicy exotic taste but she was already high from the Scotch she had drunk and the marijuana didn't seem to be adding much to it. A few minutes later she felt herself starting to get happy and lightheaded, laughing at jokes that weren't really funny, enjoying herself immensely.
Some of her new friends had got up and started dancing, which Paula decided not to do. It was nice just to sit there with her back resting against a giant oak tree, relaxing and listening to the hard rock music. Then she smiled as she saw one girl removing her blouse. It looked like the party was beginning, the very thing she had waited for.
Tommy, the boy who had been paying Paula a great deal of attention, asked her to get up and dance, which Paula did only with a great deal of difficulty. Her feet were unsteady and her eyes were playing tricks on her in the darkness. Still, she felt loose and free and soon decided that she was dancing more gracefully and sensually than she ever had before.
One by one, the youngsters had started to remove their clothing. Some were stripped only to the waist but in the darkness Paula could see a few completely naked bodies. She pulled away from her partner and removed her blouse and bra, soon deciding to get out of her jeans as well. Then she was dancing again, clad only in black nylon panties.
Paula found herself laughing for no apparent reason as she gyrated closer and closer to her handsome young partner. It seemed as if the group of eight had grown into thousands and that the music was getting louder and louder. Then Paula noticed that some of her new friends had stopped dancing.
"Hey, let's take a break," Tommy suggested, taking Paula by the wrist and leading her to a corner of the noisy copse. "Maybe we can scam up some more smoke."
Paula smiled to herself, knowing just what was coming next. Tommy was obviously attracted to her and wanted to get into her as soon as possible. He was a handsome boy, sun-tanned and dark haired, perhaps fifteen years old. And, with the other couples already starting to make it together, the boy would not be shy, would take what he wanted without hesitation.
The happy couple reclined together and then Paula felt the boy starting to make his move. Tommy leaned close to her, put his arm delicately on Paula's naked, sweating shoulder, then lowered his head to kiss her. Paula responded immediately, turned on and ready for more.
Their lips met in a passionate kiss. Paula sank into her young lover's arms and crushed her tits against the boy's slender chest. There was another couple right next to them and she could not help thinking of the wild scene she had had with the three youngsters on the farm. It was more than possible that something even better would develop before the night was over.
Tommy went right for Paula's tits, cupping his hands over one swollen orb and pinching the nipple until it had hardened. He was an experienced boy and had come to the resort hoping to find somebody like Paula. Nonetheless, he took it easy with the older woman. He was gentle and expert in his caresses, liking the way Paula would moan in his arms, sure that she would show him a good time before much longer.
"Kiss them, go ahead, suck my tits," Paula whispered to the boy, not knowing if he could hear her under the din of the loud rock music.
Tommy did not have to be told twice. He lowered his head to Paula's knobs and immediately fastened his lips on one rosy nipple, drawing it into his mouth with a loud sloshing sound. He worked her nips over carefully and lovingly, feeling Paula quiver in his arms, feeling his prick rising to the occasion.
Paula could control herself no longer. The grass had done a number on the woman, making her hotter than ever. She reached down slowly, letting her hands linger all over Tommy's slim healthy adolescent body. Finally she touched the boy's cock, almost recoiling as she realized that it was hard already.
Tommy was well hung all right. Paula couldn't see much in the darkness but knew that his rod was a good seven inches long and perhaps three inches thick. She used the tip of her fingers to turn the boy on, stroking and fondling his prick, dying to have it inserted in her body.
They sank all the way onto the ground together, lying side by side just inches away from another happy couple. It was paradise for Paula to be in the midst of the uninhibited youngsters, the kind of scene she had always dreamed of. And things were bound to get even better, she knew.
"Want me to suck your cock?" she asked unnecessarily.
"Yeah, but just for a minute," was the answer. "Then I want to fuck you, fuck you really good."
Paula slid her body along that of her young partner so that their skins touched at every point. In a few seconds she was in position to suck Tommy's rod, which was staring her irresistibly in the eye. She parted her lips and captured the thick spongy crown, going to work on it without hesitation.
Stoned as she was, Paula was still aware of everything that was going on around her. She took the first three inches of Tommy's prick into her hungry salivating mouth and sucked at it with a will, looking about and watching the other couples, seeing if a real orgy was going to develop.
At the other side of the clearing, four youngsters were really getting it on, fucking and sucking as if there would be no tomorrow. For the moment she was willing to confine her activities to one young lover but Paula knew that sooner or later she would want some group action.
Tommy sighed aloud as he felt the older woman sucking him off. His prick was hard already and Paula was turning him on intensely, delivering just what she had promised. Her lips were incredibly soft, her tongue wet and insinuating. And she was using her hands on his balls, stroking and cupping the sensitive globes, making things even better for him.
He pushed his prick forward, not satisfied until Paula had serviced all seven inches. It was great to have the woman struggling to please him, very good for his ego. He relaxed for a few moments, digging the grass and the music, getting ready to pull away from Paula's mouth and then fuck her.
That happened just a few moments later. Paula was having a good time giving Tommy a blow-job, but then the boy slowly drew his prick out of her mouth, leaving her high and dry. He grabbed Paula by the waist and threw the gorgeous older woman to the ground, draping his legs over her slender waist.
Then the boy was on top of Paula, fresh and young and strong. His prick was hammering at her door, pushing its way between Paula's dripping labia. She parted her legs wider and helped the boy in, disappointed that he had not eaten her pussy but well aware that she was not far from orgasm.
Tommy entered the woman with a single powerful stroke. He bunched his muscles and leaned forwrd, grunting with satisfaction as his bolt slid home. He got all the way into Paula's twat and immediately began to fuck her hard and fast, sweat pouring off his face under the lambent moonlight.
"Oh yes, so sweet, it's so fucking sweet," Paula crooned as she felt herself getting fucked. "Give it to me good and hard. I like it like that. Goddamn, I love it so fucking much."
Paula realized that she didn't have to do a thing. The grass had made her warm and passive and she was with a boy who was willing to do all the work for her. Tommy was lithe and strong and athletic, ramming his big prick in over and over again, keeping his passion in check for the moment.
It was all Paula could do to keep from coming on the spot. She kept her legs spread wide apart and closed her eyes for the nonce, feeling as if she were fucking on a cloud. Tommy loomed above her in the darkness, controlling everything, moving closer to his own climax as passion overcame his young body.
Paula realized that they were going to come together. She held back for a few seconds, until Tommy was with her. Then she began to move with the boy, digging her ass into the soft tickling grass and closing her cunt muscles down around the prick that was driving her to distraction.
"Are you ready, are you ready now?" she asked the boy as her breath started to come short and fast. "I'm coming now, I'm really coming. Shit, fuck, it's happening to me. I can feel you inside me. You're tearing me apart but I love it. You're making me come. Oh God, I'm COMMMMIIINNNNGGGG!!!!!!"
Paula felt an incredibly violent orgasm shake her entire lusting body. Tommy was pumping tons of semen into her fuck hole, was humping her like he wanted to kill her. And she was with him every step of the way, her sweat mingling with his, the odors of their bodies getting stronger and stronger.
At that point they emptied their genitals together, heaving and bucking on the soft wet grass, crying out their passion, not caring that some of the other youngsters were watching them. Paula continued moving even after Tommy had lost his erection. She was just getting started. Their fuck had been good but now she was ready for whatever else she could get.
Let's see what the others are doing," she suggested after the boy had pulled his prick out of her clinging pussy. "We can really have some fun if you're into it."
But Paula did not have to go anywhere to get more action. Another couple, the one who had been fucking right next to them, had heard her words and were more than willing to get in on the fun. Jeff and Georgette, a tall blond boy and a short, voluptuous redheaded girl, quickly joined them on the grass, showing by their smiles that they were down for anything.
Georgette reclined next to Paula, inviting the older woman to do whatever she wanted with her. It was an opportunity that Paula was not about to forego. She took the plump redhead in her arms and started to kiss the girl, working fast, knowing that the two boys would not leave them alone for long.
Her lips met Georgette's cupid's bow mouth as Paula crushed the young girl in her arms. Georgette had an irresistible baby face and the body of a mature woman. Her tits were almost as large and round as Paula's boobs and her ass was even more shapely, just the kind of girl Paula needed.
Their bodies were pressed together in a passionate embrace. Paula reached down and started to stroke the girl's auburn pubic tresses, working her finger lovingly into the girl's twat. She achieved penetration in record time clinging close to Georgette and not letting the girl squirm away from her.
But just as they were getting it on, she could feel a strong male hand stroking her ass, sliding between her buttocks and seeking out her bunghole. She knew without looking that it was Jeff. The boy had been patient for a few minutes but now he too wanted to enjoy Paula's luscious body.
Paula continued to make it with the girl as Jeff got into position behind her. She couldn't see what he was doing but it felt good to have his finger sliding into her well lubricated asshole. In the meantime she had managed to change her posture so that her head was parallel to Georgette's fragrant young pussy. She was just about to eat the young sexpot.
She rolled over on top of Georgette and plunged her active tongue into the girl's hole. At the same time, Jeff got on top of her, threatening to crush poor Georgette, his stiff prick brandished in his right hand. He was going to fuck Paula up the ass and nothing was going to stop him.
It took but a moment for the boy to achieve his purpose. He held his cock at the narrow opening and worked it in quickly, not caring if he hurt Paula. Actually, for the first few moments Paula hardly noticed his presence, busy as she was digging her tongue deeper into Georgette's fuck box.
And then the three passionate lovers really got it going. Paula sighed as she felt the man entering her asshole. Her tongue was going wild deep inside Georgette's body. A few seconds later she could feel Tommy's prick pressing against her. It was easy to stretch out her hand and start jerking him off.
It was perfect for Paula. She was not going to come again but now she was giving pleasure to three handsome children at the same time. She dug her tongue in deep, arched her back to let Jeff penetrate her more deeply and used her fingers as well as she could on Tommy's throbbing seven-inch cock.
Jeff's prick was not as long or thick as Tommy's but it was filling her asshole nicely. Paula squirmed and shifted her tired body from side to side. It was getting late and she figured that the party would not go on much longer. But that didn't matter. She was going to spend all weekend at the resort and would have at least one more chance with the kids.
Pretty soon she was able to bring Georgette to a climax. Her tongue had done its work well, sliding in and out of the girl's cunt and drinking the juices as quickly as they were produced. She felt Georgette quivering beneath her and knew that the girl could hold out no longer.
Georgette's cunt began to spew its juices, a copious flow that threatened to drown Paula. At the same time she could feel that Jeff was pumping harder and harder into her stretched out asshole, almost ready to part with his burden of come. Tommy was a little behind the other two for the moment.
Georgette and Jeff came just a few seconds apart, delighting Paula completely. She drank the girl's come juices and then felt one last stroke that seemed to carry through her entire body. Jeff's prick was emptying gallons of come into her and she was glad that he had not crushed her in his passion. The boy left his prick inside her asshole, but Georgette had had enough. The beautiful redhead moved away and joined another threesome that had formed beside them. Paula concentrated her efforts on her first lover, using her fingers to drive him wild until he was ready to fire his wad.
Tommy came a few seconds later, his prick gushing its saline fluids all over Paula's hands and arms. And then Jeff finally decided to evacuate Paula's asshole, knowing that he needed a rest. Paula was deserted by her three lovers for the moment but found that she was grateful for the break.
She hung around for a few minutes longer, happily watching the beautiful virile youngsters at play. They seemed to have an inexhaustible fund of sexuality, combining and recombining their bodies in a million different patterns. They were without guilt or self-consciousness, as she had always wanted to be.
Paula slipped away quietly, taking her clothing with her as she headed back to her room. She could have got one of the boys to spend the night with her but decided that she was too tired to do anything but sleep. In any event, there was always the next day to think and dream about.
CHAPTER TEN
Paula slept long and well, not getting out of bed until almost noon. She showered before waking up fully, a mild sunny day awaiting her pleasure. After the hot shower, Paula towelled her body vigorously and then dressed, taking special care in putting on her jeans, sandals and blouse.
She decided to have lunch alone, go for a swim in one of the Fountain's outdoor pools and then take her chances on finding entertainment elsewhere in the resort. That night she would have to drive home but the weather was good and she knew that she could leave quite late without worry.
The dining room was not at all crowded and Paula was served quickly, having a salad, steak and ice cream for her meal. Just as he was finishing her lunch, Paula glanced around the dining area, her eyes resting on a particular table. There, sitting alone, was a man whom she knew all too well.
It was Dr. Robert Tolliver, the man who had courted and married Paula, had lived with her for over a year before leaving the lovely woman. Paula's first impulse was to flee, to sneak out of the restaurant, get into her car and drive home without saying a word to Robert.
But Paula soon decided that no real harm would be done by speaking with Robert. Their divorce had become official and she could not help feeling curious about the man she had once loved. Paula got up from her table and walked to where Robert was sitting. She was smiling nervously.
"Well, stranger, funny seeing you here," Paula commented, coming into the man's field of vision. "How are you, Robert? I really had no idea that I'd meet you here."
"My God, Paula," Robert answered, making noise as he got hastily to his feet. "I meant to write to you or call, but I've been so busy that I let it slip my mind."
"No excuses," Paula answered levelly. "It really is good to see you. Are you here alone?"
"Yeah, just came down for the weekend," Robert told her, inviting Paula to join him at the table. "It's my first days off in six months and I figured I could use a vacation."
Paula was surprised at how easily she got into a conversation with Robert. All the bad feelings between them seemed very much in the past. Robert was friendly and still quite good looking, little changed from the way she remembered him. And he was obviously quite happy to have run into her.
They left the dining room together and went for a swim. Robert was quite gentlemanly and considerate, joking with Paula and flattering the woman intensely. He seemed lonely but self-reliant, nicer and more mature than she remembered him. Paula no longer felt any apprehension about him.
As they dried out by the side of the swimming pool, Robert continued the conversation. He suggested to Paula that they retire for a while to his room, since the pool was crowded and it was impossible to talk discreetly there. Paula smiled and agreed, wondering what was going to happen next.
In his room, Robert poured a round of drinks, much more self-assured than he had been in the past. He watched Paula carefully, making close eye contact as if trying to wrest some secret from his former wife. Then, clearing his throat uncomfortably, he spoke to Paula seriously and directly.
"Listen, Paula, people make mistakes," Robert began. "I hate to admit this, but I've missed you terribly. Sometimes I think we made a mistake in splitting up."
"You didn't think so when we did," Paula answered.
"No, I'll admit that," Robert conceded. "But we never tried to work things out. We had false expectations about each other and then when things went wrong, I just upped and fled."
The conversation continued in that vein, to the point where Paula began to wonder if the man was going to propose to her again. Her life had not been a bed of roses since Robert's departure but on the other hand there had been nothing to complain about. She was happier alone than she had been married.
"Yes, but maybe you could be happier still," Robert added with passion. "I know I could be happy with you."
"How do you expect me to make a decision like that?" Paula asked, her voice testy. "I don't know you, how you've changed, anything like that. I don't even know if I'd like having sex with you, or vice versa."
"Well, there is one way we could find out about that," Robert answered, smiling broadly, hiding his nervousness well. "Why not, Paula? No conditions, let's just give it a try."
Paula did not have to think it over for long. Robert had moved next to her on the couch and was obviously ready to make his move. In any case, so many strange things had already happened to her that weekend that she was prepared to yield to the unknown. Paula smiled at her former husband and then leaned forward until her head rested on Robert's right shoulder.
Paula felt the handsome young doctor starting to nuzzle her neck, taking her tenderly into his strong arms. Robert's body was hard and muscular beside her, just as it had been two years earlier. Once again Paula was attracted to the handsome man, despite the trouble he had caused her.
Robert began to undress Paula as he kissed the woman, inhaling the perfume of her glamous body. He was incensed with rage turned on as he had not been in months. For the moment he was able to forget how much he had hated and resented Paula, caring only about fucking her at that point.
Paula helped the nervous man, slipping out of her garments and then helping Robert undress. It was nice to make it with just one man after her recent orgies. Robert was being attentive and dedicated and was evidently going to go all out to please her. She was quite confident that he would succeed.
In no more than five minutes, husband wife were undressed, sitting on Robert's single bed. Paula took a good look at Robert and decided that he was as handsome and appealing as ever. His eyes shone brightly with desire and his body was lean and hard, muscular without being muscle-bound.
Robert took the woman in his arms and caressed her tenderly, stroking Paula's hips and thighs, finally moving his hands up to her swollen breasts. He gripped her nipples and manipulated the soft pink pads until they turned hard in his hands. Paula remained passive for the nonce, still not trusting him completely, not yet at ease in bed with him.
But she soon felt herself starting to get stimulated. Robert had always been a pretty good lover, even if he was older than she usually liked her men. His prick was hard and filled with blood as he pressed his body against her. Finally she reached out and made contact with his goodies.
Robert shivered with nervous desire as he felt his former wife starting to jerk him off. He leaned back on the bed and then carefully slipped his hand between her soft white thighs. Paula's cunt was wet already, exuding a warm sensual aroma. It was going to be good to get into her again.
Paula bent her body and then put her mouth above her man's cock, moving her tongue in lazy circles towards the object of her desires. She felt Robert wedging his head between her legs which meant that they were going to sixty-nine, a perfect way to get things moving as far as she was concerned.
Paula protruded her long pink tongue until it was touching the tip of Robert's tumid prick. She still did not put the thing in her mouth but worked it over externally until it was coated with her warm saliva. Then she gave in, took it into her mouth just as Robert's tongue slid easily into her snatch.
She felt a jolt of passion as Robert started to tongue her, a holdover of the love she had once felt for him. Now his prick was buried firmly in her throat, all six inches hotly throbbing inside her. Paula used every combination of her lips, teeth and tongue to turn the man on, wanting him to come in her mouth even more than inside her hungry pussy.
But Robert ignored the blow-job his former wife was bestowing on his thick stiff cock. He concentrated instead on eating out Paula's pussy, starting with her labia, along which he dragged his agile tongue over and over again, mixing his saliva with her pussy juice and feeling the woman get stimulated by his touch.
Soon they were into it together, their bodies heaving and straining in unison. Robert moved his tongue up to Paula's clit, touching the sensitive gland and then biting gently into it. Paula quivered with lust, sucking his cock all the while, hoping that they would reach their climaxes together.
Paula let the big cock slide partway out of her mouth, framing it with her lips and then licking it harder and faster. At that point, Robert relinquished her clitty for a moment, doubling his tongue and letting it glide effortlessly into her wet pussy. He knew that he had the woman where he wanted her.
Paula was no longer worried whether she was doing the right thing in making it with her former husband. Her body was on fire and she was almost ready to come. She sucked Robert's prick back into her throat, straining until she had swallowed the full six inches. His tongue seemed to grow inside her, touching every available inch of her pulsating pussy walls.
Robert and Paula came together, their cries of passion muffled. Their bodies quivered and gyrated on the narrow bed and for a moment it seemed that they would fall off. Robert noted with delight that Paula was strong and lithe as a snake, every bit as desirable as she had been two years before.
Emotion increased their passion until Paula thought she was going to pass out from a surfeit of lust. One spasm after another wracked her gorgeous body and then finally, as her mouth was being filled to the limit with come, she was able to relax and get her bearings once again.
She pulled away from Robert, swallowing the last drops of his copious flow of come with a loud sound. She loved the taste of Robert's semen and knew that he was pleased with her own acrid juices. They lay side by side on the bed for the next few minutes, not saying a word, merely looking in each other's eyes.
Despite the intensity of her orgasm, Paula was not totally satisfied. She could not get enough of Robert, particularly after the way he had taken advantage of her loneliness by talking about a possible reconciliation. They had to fuck and she had to see if it was still possible for them to get together properly.
Looking down at Robert's prick, Paula could see that the big organ had lost none of its thickness and rigidity. Robert had always been a virile man and now he seemed hornier than ever. She reached down and began to stroke the irresistible organ, knowing that he would soon be ready to plank her.
"I want you," she whispered tenderly. "I want to feel you inside me. I want you to fuck me. Come on, Robert, stay hard. I want to feel your big, beautiful prick in my cunt."
As she talked, Paula wrapped her long agile fingers around Robert's dick and pulled at the loose skin of the collar, working it back and forth over the purple head. The man was hard and ready but she wanted to take things easy. She knew that she would herself need no preparation before being fucked.
"My darling," Robert muttered. "Yes, I want to make love to you. I want to make you happy, if you'll just give me the chance. Come on, Paula, I'm ready for you now."
So saying, Robert swung his long thin legs over Paula's plumply voluptuous body, his prick pressed firmly against her midsection. The woman's skin was incredibly smooth and stimulating as his prick moved closer to her quim. Then he was entering Paula, leaning his weight onto his plunging prick.
Paula smiled and then kissed her man, pulling Robert's head down and pressing her lips against his. Her tits were crushed under Robert's chest and she could feel his prick gliding into her again, this time right where she wanted it. They were going to fuck slowly, she knew, at least for the first few minutes.
Paula closed her eyes, letting herself go completely. Robert's prick was all the way inside her pussy, throbbing strongly, making her happier and happier. It was nice to feel his weight above her again, to be fucking in a normal way. And Robert seemed to be digging it too, moaning aloud, beginning to move faster as his passion build gradually to a crescendo.
For a moment Paula was tempted to cry. It was a sentimental as well as sensual occasion. Images of her wedding and the first few nights she had spent with Robert reeled dizzily through her mind. If anything, the man had become a better fuck in the interim, stronger and more domineering.
Paula wrapped her arms around Robert's back and then slid them down to his ass, raking his smooth back with her long fingernails. Her hands fastened on his buttocks and she squeezed hard, wanting to hold him in place. It was good when he didn't move at all and she could feel every inch of his cock inside her.
But Robert couldn't stop himself from moving. Paula's clinging twat was driving him insane. His balls felt like they were going to explode, despite the fact that he had emptied them just a few minutes before into Paula's loving mouth. It wasn't going to be long before he came again.
And Paula was with him every step of the way. She began to use her body, swivelling her hips beneath Robert's weight and rubbing her tits all over his chest. She could taste the man's sweat, could feel his passion rising, could feel his overloaded balls pressed against the insides of her thighs.
They kissed again, their tongues touching along their full length, their faces coated with saliva. Robert broke out of Paula's strong grip and raised himself up onto outstretched palms, looming over Paula and digging his prick deeper than ever into her yielding, dripping cunt.
In that position he could hold out a long time, keep his body from going wild until Paula was ready to come. He reached down and used one hand to stimulate the woman's clitoris, balancing his body precariously on the other. His index finger topped the sensitive little button which he pressed down against his prick, knowing that it would bring the woman that much closer.
"Come down again," Paula pleaded. "I'm almost there, but I have to feel you sucking my tits."
Robert complied with Paula's request immediately. He was willing to do anything to please the woman he had missed so badly. He had been thinking of Paula for months but had never dreamed that he would be able to fuck her again. Now, if he played his cards right, she would be his again.
He buried his head in Paula's chest, tonguing her tits, circling round and round the huge, heavy spheres. Paula's nipples seemed to have a life of their own, hardening before his tongue touched them. He worked on her slowly and lovingly, having trouble controlling his own lust.
"You're so beautiful," he whispered. "I've never known a woman like you before. I'm a fool, a goddamn fucking fool for leaving you. God, Paula, I love you so fucking much."
Paula parted her legs further. She was starting to get tired from the long fuck but knew that it would end soon. Her muscles were taut and expectant, her nerves completely on edge. She was no longer relaxed and tender with Robert. Hot, raw sex had replaced emotion in her mind and body.
Robert's prick continued to slide in and out of her incessantly dripping pussy, reaming her out with surcease or mercy. Paula moved with the man, whipping her body frantically from side to side. It was as if they were both afraid to come and end the beautiful enchanted bout of passionate fucking.
"I'm going to come soon," Paula groaned. "Yes, oh yes, it's going to happen in just a moment. Come with me, Robert, please come with me. I want you to explode inside me."
A few minutes and it was all over. Both lovers moved towards the consummation of their passion at the same pace. Their arms and legs were tangled inextricably, their sweat and saliva mingling, their odors inseparable. Even their breathing seemed synchronized as they raced towards the finish.
"Here it comes, oh shit, it's happening," Paula grunted. "Fuck me, fuck me harder, please FUCK ME. A AAA AAAHHH!!!! I can't stand it anymore. Please keep fucking me."
As she spoke, Paula came, feeling Robert's prick spewing its juices deep inside her. She could not see straight any longer and was aware of nothing but the access of her passion and lust. And Robert seemed just as turned on, shooting wad after wad of hot frothing come into her waiting twat.
The happy couple lay exhausted together, not moving or saying a word for the next five minutes. Robert's cock remained hard for a while but then Paula could feel it slowly wilting inside her. She wiggled her ass and allowed the organ to escape, tired now and wanting nothing more than a little rest.
Robert disappeared into the bathroom for a minute, walking slowly back and then staring at Paula as if he had never seen her before. The woman looked incredibly beautiful now that her lust had been satisfied. Her skin was glowing and her eyelids were heavy and sensual and satiated.
"This is how it's going to be," Robert whispered as he sank onto the bed beside his estranged wife. "We can make a new start, Paula, I know we can."
"Are you really sure?" Paula asked sleepily. "I mean, maybe we ought to think it over for a while first. You don't know how you're going to feel about me tomorrow."
"I'll love you even more," Robert promised, his voice sounding young and idealistic. "We'll make a new start, forget the past completely. You'll see, everything's going to work out just fine. I promise it will."
"But what about my job?" Paula asked, bothered by the man's enthusiasm. "I'm supposed to be at work tomorrow morning."
"The hell with your job," Robert answered impatiently, getting up and pacing around the room. "I'm making enough money for both of us. You come home with me and you can call them in the morning. Tell them to keep whatever salary they owe you."
Paula give in at that point, not having the energy to reason with Robert. In a way she had no desire to contradict the man. It was easier to lie there and relax, be taken over by his youthful enthusiasm.
She would think about things later, when she was alone and a little more rational.
An hour later they parted. Robert had to take care of some business in town and would be gone until the evening. In the meantime, Paula was to pack her bags and make any necessary phone calls to her friends and employers. They would drive to Robert's new home that evening.
Paula walked to her own room slowly and thoughtfully. It was amazing how quickly she had once again got herself into a situation that confused and bewildered her.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Alone in her room, Paula sat down by the open window and tried to understand things more clearly. All her life she had drifted from one person or situation to the other, never acting on her own wishes or preferences. Other people had always made her decisions for Paula Gervin.
The one exception was her job. There Paula was competent and independent, possessed of a certificate attesting to her abilities. But that was only one aspect of her life, however important. In all personal and emotional matters she seemed constitutionally unable to make decisions for herself.
She had been bullied into marrying Robert and now he was trying to compel her to go back with him. It was impossible to deny that she still loved the man in a way. He was young, attractive, virile and crazy about her. But they had not been happy during the course of their marriage.
The main problem had always been their sexual differences and that was hardly likely to change at that late stage of the game. Robert had forgotten their terrible arguments about sex, either by accident or design, but they were still fresh in Paula's mind as she struggled to reach a decision.
If she went back with Robert, Paula knew that she would be happy for a while. Robert would support her, he would be loving and gentle and understanding up to a point. But sooner or later they would argue again and he would resent the fact that she was older and stronger than him.
Most important, she would again be suspending her independence in living with Robert. She would be giving up her job, associating with his friends, and most important, would have to give up her rich and varied sex life. There was no way that Robert was likely to be understanding about that. An open marriage was doubtless the furthest thing from his mind.
After a few minutes, Paula grew angry with herself for giving in so easily. She should have made a stand right from the beginning. There was nothing wrong in going to bed with Robert for old time's sake, but she should never have made any promises. It would have been far better to suspend judgment, to think things over alone in her normal environment.
Now she was expected to pack and join him, leaving her life behind without a backward look. Well, that was something that she was not going to do, something Robert should not have asked of her. But, as she thought things over, Paula realized that she would never have the strength to stand up to Robert.
He would come back to her, all affectionate and loving, laughing at her objections and apprehensions. He would be young and charming and idealistic, in other words totally irresistible. No, there was only one thing to do and that was to pack and get the hell out of there as quickly as she could.
Once the decision was made, Paula felt her mood improving by leaps and bounds. It was cowardly to run but Robert had been cowardly in hustling her into promises she was not ready to make. She would leave a note for him at the desk or perhaps call him long distance the next day.
Paula smiled as she packed, achieving the task in less than ten minutes. Another five minutes found her at the desk paying her bill and checking out. Then she walked slowly to the parking lot, carrying her own luggage, intending to drive home without making any stops on the way.
The roads were clear and open and Paula wasted no time in putting a good deal of distance between herself and Arrowrock. Once she was out on the open road, Paula was able to breathe easier and to put things into their proper perspective. Her adventure with Robert was definitely over and in retrospect it seemed pleasant rather than threatening and compromising.
Paula turned on the car radio and let the music cheer her. She turned off the main highway and took her usual short cut, realizing suddenly that she was within a mile or two of the farm where she had spent the night two days earlier. It was not late and there wasn't a reason on earth not to stop there again.
Paula wasn't sure what she was going to say to the farmer or his wife, what excuse she would find to be left alone with their two virile sons. But she would come up with something, would find a way to make it with the boys again. They would be just the thing she needed to get Robert off her mind.
As luck would have it, the farmer and his wife were out for the day. Paula pulled her car into the driveway, knocked at their door and was able to formulate a fairly good lie as she waited. But nobody answered her summons and she was about to leave disappointed and alone.
However, minutes later, as she was turning her car around in the narrow driveway, a familiar voice called out to Paula. It was Timmy, the younger boy, whom she had introduced to the joys of sex during that pleasant and fateful night.
"I thought it was your car," he called out, approaching her from behind the house. "I ran my ass off getting here from the south fields. Come on, don't go away now. Jack and Jenny are waiting for you. They'll die when they see you again."
"Aren't you glad to see me, too?" Paula teased. "They have each other but I thought I was something special to you. Maybe I ought to go home after all."
As the boy had nothing to say in answer, Paula locked her car door and followed him out to the field, which was planted with corn and alfalfa. It was a brilliantly hot early afternoon and she began to sweat copiously, more tired emotionally than physically after her experiences with Robert Tolliver.
Finally they reached their objective, a quiet dell that was at the far end of the field. Paula saw Jenny and Jack lying stark naked in the waving grasses, resting together, possibly asleep. It wasn't hard to figure out how they had been amusing themselves in Jack's parents' absence.
Paula plumped herself down beside the youngsters, kicking off her sandals and opening the top three buttons of her blouse. Jack and Jenny greeted her effusively, smiling and laughing, not hiding their happiness. Jack especially seemed glad to see her, to have another chance to fuck around with Paula.
But Timmy, young and fascinated by his recent sexual education, was the first to get things moving. He sat beside Paula and soon found a thousand opportunities to touch her. Paula smiled at the boy and decided not to torment him. She wanted sex as badly as he and was dying to have a scene with the youngsters.
She removed the rest of her clothing with alacrity, basking in the admiration of the two healthy young studs. Jenny did not seem jealous of her beauty and voluptuousness, probably remembering the good time they had had together. Then Timmy moved closer to Paula and she allowed the horny little boy to kiss her.
Timmy seemed more self-confident the second time around. He held Paula tightly, straining the muscles of his thin arms, and pressed his tongue directly into her waiting mouth. They held their kiss for a few minutes and then Paula shifted her body so that the boy could get at her tits without difficulty.
Timmy, still having trouble believing his good luck wasted no time in going for Paula's huge, beautiful boobs. He gripped her right tit hard and played with the nipple, lowering his head all the while, watering at the mouth. He was still partly dressed, his prick straining at the confines of his trousers.
After a few minutes of fooling around, Paula decided that she was ready for the real thing. She reached down and slowly unzipped Timmy's fly, freeing his prick and weighing it gently in her right hand. The boy grunted with pleasure but kept his face buried in Paula's bosom, fastening his mouth on one nipple after the other as if he could not choose between them.
The other couple, Jack and Jenny, didn't take long to join the fun. They kissed and caressed one another lazily, having fucked three times already that day. Mostly they watched Paula and Timmy in action. It was a lazy day and they knew that Jack's parents were not going to get home for hours.
Timmy struggled out of his pants and then was ready to take Paula. He climbed right on top of the woman, forgetting her magnificent tits for a moment. His stiff prick was pointed at the opening of her pussy and it was easy for Paula to grip the organ and guide it gently into her waiting body.
Timmy was every bit as well hung as his older brother, although his prick was slightly thinner. Paula sighed with relief, knowing that the three sensual youngsters would soon rid her mind of all thoughts of Robert. A few hours of sex was just what she needed, would do her a world of good.
She moved with Timmy, realizing that the boy still did not know exactly what to do with a woman. Her ass was tickled by the long grass but that turned Paula on all the more. She felt as if she were making it in the Elysian fields, a paradisical setting for her afternoon of rural lovemaking.
"That's it, baby," she encouraged Timmy. "Keep it inside me, all the way. Fuck me nice and I'll be nice to you. Come on, boy, I know you can make me happy."
Timmy began to hump the woman fast and hard, not yet able to control his sexual passion. His prick sometimes hurt Paula when he would thrust it in too far but she did not complain for a second. Instead she met him stroke for stroke, blinking sweat out of her eyes as she turned the boy on.
Jack had seen enough. He left Jenny alone for a few moments and decided that he too would enjoy Paula's favors. He told the woman to roll over onto her side, which Paula did easily, not letting Timmy's prick slide out of her cunt for a second, knowing that she would soon have two cocks to service.
"Blow me, suck me off," Jack commanded in a husky voice. "You do it so fucking well. Come on, Paula, you want me to come in your mouth, I know you want to suck my cock."
There was no point denying it. Paula instructed the boy to lie down beside her so that his prick was pointing at her hungry mouth. It was difficult to please both boys at once but she was determined to turn the trick. Two seconds later Jack had stuffed his thick cock into her mouth.
Both boys were pumping their cocks into her together, looking and feeling almost like twins. Jenny had got to her feet and was watching their activities with a smile on her face. There was plenty she could learn from Paula. The woman was more a mentor than a rival in her eyes.
Timmy was the first to come. He didn't mind sharing Paula with his older brother but he had been fucking her for several minutes and had reached the limits of his endurance. He pumped his stiff prick in once more and then tried to climb back on top of Paula just as the thick organ started to erupt.
Paula took the shot of come gladly. She was nowhere near coming herself but knew that the three healthy youngsters would eventually give her as much as she could handle. Timmy pulled out while his cock was still spurting and sat beside Paula, watching his semen leaking out onto the tall grass.
Paula rolled over onto her back and let Timmy's brother mount her. He was squatting over her face, ready to fuck her mouth without inhibition. Paula parted her thick sensual lips and let him shove his prick in without ceremony. She could hardly wait to taste the boy's come again.
Jack wedged his balls between Paula's heaving tits and then began to fuck her mouth quickly and passionately. He seemed bigger and harder than ever, causing Paula to choke and gasp for breath. There was no way she could slow down his onslaught in that position but would not have wanted to try.
Timmy and Jenny sat together holding hands as they watched Paula and Jack putting things together. Jack was poised above the woman, his prick bending slightly as he forced it in and out of her clinging mouth. Paula was sucking for all she was worth, very horny again, knowing that she would not fuck either boy until she had satisfied Jack's oral desires completely.
But long before he was ready to empty his load into Paula's greedy mouth, Jenny decided to try her luck with the passionate woman. Paula was lying supine on the grass and it was easy enough for her to crawl between the woman's shapely legs, intent on eating Paula's pussy until the woman was ready to fly.
Paula stiffened with surprise as she realized what the girl was doing. Her cunt was dripping with its own juices and Tim's sperm and she was ready for anything. Jenny seemed to know just what to do, protruding her long pink tongue and beginning to stimulate Paula's labia, clitoris and vulva.
Jenny loved the taste of the older woman's pussy. Her tongue darted in and out tirelessly, covering every possible erogenous zone. She used her hands to stroke Jack's back and ass, bringing the boy closer to orgasm. Only Timmy was left out of the fun but he was too tired and happy to care.
Jack began to fuck Paula's mouth harder, knowing that he had reached the point of no return. He forced the woman to stimulate the full seven inches of his rod, not stopping until he could feel her teeth biting into his groin. Then he held still, feeling the come moving up from his balls and forming a temporary reservoir in the tip of his wet, swollen rod.
Then he pumped his come into Paula's oral aperture, having an incredibly strong and devastating orgasm. Paula was an amazing woman, able to turn him on even better than his girlfriend Jenny. He came and then came again, emptying what seemed to be gallons of scum into Paula's waiting maw.
Meanwhile, Jenny had really got into eating Paula's pussy. She doubled her tongue and forced it as far into the older woman's crevice as it would go, loving the way Paula would wiggle and squirm beneath her. Paula's cunt was being eaten well, watering copiously, ready to explode with passion.
"Mmmm, that's right, work on my clitty," Paula muttered. "I love it when you do that. Oh yes, it's happening to me, I can feel it, I'm going to come in your mouth."
Paula was as good as her word. Heavy spasms shook her magnificent body, and then reaching down, she held Jenny's head in position. Her cunt clung to the girl's tongue and then she was able to let her juices fly. Jenny went down on her again and again, shooting her tongue into Paula's vulva and lapping up the sweet, thick juices that flowed from it.
After that was over, the happy foursome sat around talking, making jokes and playing with one another. The youngsters were in a festal mood and their excitement was contagious. Paula had one brief thought for her former husband and then forgot him completely. How could she ever have considered going back to the man, giving up lovers like these three?
"I have an idea," Paula stated a few moments later, feeling herself getting ready for more. "Jenny and I will get down together in the same position and you can take turns fucking us. That way it'll be fair for everyone and we can all have fun."
Paula showed the youngsters exactly what she had in mind. She dropped to all fours on the stiff grass and then invited Jenny to join her. The two boys stood behind them, totally overcome by the sight of the two gorgeous women, so different from each other, stimulating in such different ways.
Paula was warm and soft and womanly, her body featuring huge round tits, mammoth shapely buttocks and powerfully muscled thighs. Jenny was small and slender, wiry and muscular, her tits just beginning to develop, her hips almost as slender as those of a boy. And yet the two women had more in common than could have been expected. Both were feminine and totally desirable, perfect sex objects for the horny young boys.
Timmy gravitated to Jenny, whom he had never really fucked before. In a way he preferred Paula but he was getting sexually sophisticated and beginning to learn the charms of variety. His prick was stiff from staring at the two beautiful females and he was ready to do his best with the young girl.
He stroked Jenny's buttocks and then held his prick between her cunt and asshole. Another second passed and he was inside the girl, pressing forward, climbing right on top of her slender, strong back. Jack watched him for a few moments, proud of his younger brother, taking his time before fucking Paula.
Then he too made haste to get in on the fun. He got behind Paula and started to finger her pussy, which was already coated with come and saliva. He noticed Paula's asshole and was immediately bewitched by the tiny pink orifice. He wondered if it would be all right to work his prick into that hole, something he had never been tempted to do before.
He started by fingering the luscious little groove, smearing some of Paula's cunt honey into the smaller opening. Paula writhed delightfully beneath him, wondering if the boy would go through with what he started. There was nothing she wanted more than to feel his prick sliding into her asshole.
"Go ahead and do it," she urged him. "Just go slow and easy and we'll both love it. You can fuck me there if you want. Come on, Jack, I'll teach you something new."
Jack obeyed her immediately. He didn't know exactly how to cornhole a woman but figured that it couldn't be all that complicated. He held the tip of his swollen, blood-engorged cock against the tight hole and then pushed forward, sighing with delight as he finally achieved his prurient purpose.
Paula helped the boy as much as she could, parting her legs wide and arching her back to ease his entry. She loved the feel of his prick practically splitting her in two, loved the way he forced his way into her. In another minute he had penetrated her completely. His balls slapped loudly against Paula's shapely ass as the bolt slid powerfully home.
"Oh, that feels so fucking good," Paula sighed. "You can fuck me as hard as you want now, Jack."
But Jack took his time, relishing the feel of Paula's tight anal orifice. He withdrew his cock almost all the way and then slid it in again, gripping her buttocks with both hands and squeezing them around the base of his rod. He knew that he was going to come very soon fucking her that way.
"Hey, let's switch," Timmy suggested. "Come on, we're supposed to be having a party and this is getting boring."
So saving, the lad withdrew from Jenny's cunt and waited to take his brother's place with Paula. Jack made the switch quickly and without cavil, always willing to play around with his little girlfriend. It seemed as good a time as any to get his cock into Jenny's virgin bunghole.
Paula ignored the other couple thereafter, knowing that they would take good care of themselves. Timmy was crouched behind her and it took the boy only a few seconds to ram his rod into her pussy. Paula would have preferred taking it up the ass again but knew she would enjoy fucking Timmy any way he chose.
"That's it, Timmy," she told the boy. "You're so big and hard it's killing me. Just keep fucking me like that and I'll come all over your balls, I swear I will."
Paula relaxed and let the boy set the pace of their lovemaking. Timmy was a reliable little stud, jamming his prick in and out furiously. Soon she would have to leave them, perhaps forever, but not until she had had one more orgasm, something that she could remember the brothers by.
It started to happen a few seconds later. Timmy was fucking her good and hard and she knew that she could hold out no longer. A wave of shock passed through Paula's limbs as she gathered her strength for the storm that was about to break. She used her cunt muscles to hold Timmy inside her for a few moments and then was able to fire her wad.
"OOOOOOHHHHH!!!!! Yes, yes, yes, keep fucking me. I can feel it now, I know I'm going to come. Don't pull out, please keep fucking me. I need you, Timmy, I'll do anything. Keep fucking me. Oh, AAAARRRRGGGHHH!!!!!!!!!"
Paula celebrated one of the best orgasms of her life, coming over and over again until Timmy was ready to join in on her passion. She let out long cries of satiated lust and then waited as" the boy began to fell her cunt with semen. When he was finally finished, Paula collapsed onto the grass, too tired and happy to say a word to her lovers.
She had to leave a few minutes later. The boys' parents were due home and she had no desire to get caught in the act. Kissing the three passionate youngsters goodbye, she promised to come back for a visit at the next possible opportunity. Five minutes later she was in her car, heading for home.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Paula arrived home, having made the journey without incident. That night she slept like a log and was full of energy and good spirits at work the following day. It had been a long and involved weekend, but Paula felt that she was emerging from it with her faculties intact and her future bright.
Two days later, as she had expected, there was a telephone call from Robert Tolliver, her one-time husband. Robert did his best to be cautiously casual about Paula's defection, attempting a few feeble jokes to which she responded as well as she could. Then, seeing he was getting nowhere, he became serious.
Before the conversation, Robert had still harbored hopes of winning Paula's affection. After seeing that his hopes were doomed to disappointment, he called her every name in the book, dredging up past grievances and inventing new ones, hurling abuse at the woman, losing his cool entirely.
Paula responded in a civilized manner, having no real desire to hurt Robert. She apologized for lying to the man and getting his hopes up but ended by insisting that they had no future together. It was a struggle not to respond in kind to his insults and unfair accusations.
Pleased by her reactions, Paula did not cry after Robert had slammed his telephone back on its hook. She reconsidered her decision and concluded that she had done what was best for both of them. There was no way that she would have been able to make Robert happy by sacrificing her own independence.
The rest of the week was uneventful and passed rather quickly, much to Paula's relief. Things were slow at the hospital and there was little to do at home, other than cooking and cleaning. By the time the following weekend came around Paula felt herself getting bored. What she needed was excitement, something to shake her out of her rut.
Paula thought things over at work on Friday afternoon and came to the conclusion that what she really wanted was to see Tripper and Sundance again. There had been no word from the boys since her departure and for all she knew they were in jail, but she was determined to make an effort to find them.
After work, Paula cooked a light supper and changed her clothing to go out. She wore an old skirt, low-heeled shoes and a pretty red blouse that she had bought a week earlier. It was a warm summer night and she decided to take a walk, meander into a neighborhood where she might find her friends.
Several men whistled at Paula and made lewd comments as she walked by. Paula smiled inwardly but made no other response to their taunts. It felt nice to be noticed, even by men who did not interest her. In any event, she was looking good and Tripper and Sundance were bound to appreciate that.
Paula walked slowly, looking into various shop windows, letting her mind wander. She felt quite happy with her lot, glad that she had got away for a weekend. It was sad to think that the might never see Jack, Timmy and Jenny again but that didn't mean that she had to forego her sex life altogether.
Paula passed the corner where she had first met Tripper and Sundance, thinking how nice it would be to find the boys in that same spot. They were not there, though, and she continued her stroll, not at all tired by the sultry evening air, knowing that it was still quite early.
Then, turning a corner, she burst into smiles, recognizing the two boys immediately. They were standing in the doorway of a locked store talking to an older couple, possibly trying to strike some sort of deal. Paula waited until the boys were alone before approaching them directly.
"A fine pair you are," she greeted them. "You haven't called me up in a week. I ought to be angry at you two."
"Paula, good to see you," Sundance responded with a smile. "Hey, we were going to get in touch with you but we've been busy, all kinds of shit's been going down for us."
Paula did not bother to ask what the boys had been doing, realizing that she had little chance of getting an honest answer. Instead she stood with them and then suggested that they come to her house for a drink. The two boys conferred together for a moment, probably as a matter of form, and then agreed to come with her, not saying much as they turned their steps toward her home.
Once they were in the house, the boys became more friendly and talkative. They seemed genuinely pleased to see Paula again and soon started making jokes about their last meeting, teasing Paula and trying to make her ask questions about their illegal activities. Paula refused to bite but laughed loud and often, knowing that something would soon develop.
She poured a round of drinks and then asked if either of the boys had brought any grass. Tripper looked at her with surprise, but then reached into a cigarette case and pulled out three joints. He lit the thickest of the reefers, took a long drag, and then passed the joint to Paula.
Paula smoked with the boys and felt herself getting high almost immediately. She wanted to tell them about her weekend in the country but then decided to be discreet. There was no telling what they were likely to do with any information she gave them. Discretion was the better part of valor.
The three voluptuaries got high within half an hour, drinking and smoking grass alternatively. Paula sat with her legs crossed on the sofa, knowing that the boys liked her and found her attractive. It was fun to tease them, knowing as she did that they would soon be happy in bed together.
"Hey, man," Sundance complained to Tripper. "This ain't bad but I'm getting a little bored. Why don't we fuck her and see if anything else comes up tonight?"
"Sounds cool to me," Tripper concurred. "How about it, honey, you think you're ready to handle us again?"
Paula did not answer the boys in so many words. The radio was on and she got up from her seat dancing to the music, slowly unbuttoning her already revealing blouse. She was out of her clothing in no time at all, heading for the bedroom, not looking to see if the boys were following her.
Once in the bedroom, Tripper and Sundance began to remove their own clothing, keeping then-eyes fastened on Paula's naked charms. The older woman sighed audibly and reclined on the bed, parting her legs so that they could see her pussy. More than ever she was glad that she had rejected Robert's proposal.
There was no way he had ever turned her on the way Tripper and Sundance did. The boys were standing naked before her now, hovering over the bed, their strong young bodies appealing to her irresistibly. They were young and virile and totally uninhibited ready to have a good time with her.
They lacked the rural innocence of her other young lovers but that did not bother Paula a bit. No, Tripper and Sundance were all right in her book, especially once they were naked and ready to fuck. Both boys lay down on the bed on either side of her, a sure sign that the party was ready to begin.
Paula rolled onto her right side and kissed Tripper, first on the neck and then on the chest. She cupped her lips over one of his nipples and sucked it into her mouth, loving the taste of his warm skin. She could feel the other boy moving into position behind her, reaching out his right hand slowly to stroke her ass. They were going to fuck her together.
Paula slid down along Tripper's body, seeing that the boy's prick had started to swell and fill with blood. It was as long and thick as she remembered it, a formidable weapon that would soon be ensconced in one of her orifices. Sundance didn't turn her on as well but he too was a good fuck. Together the boys were pure dynamite, the most virile lovers she had ever known.
Tripper's cock slid right into Paula's mouth. She tongued the thick scepter until it was wet with her saliva and then let it slip away, wanting to work on the boy's nuts. The soft globes responded to her tongue, shrinking away from her at first but then softening and loosening under her caresses.
She felt Sundance's hand sliding between her legs, aimed right at her already moist pussy. The boy's prick was pressed against her thighs and she knew that it would soon be forced into her cunt or asshole. They had the whole night ahead of them and it hardly mattered where they started.
Paula ignored Sundance for the next few moments, knowing that the lad was well able to take care of himself in bed. She took Tripper's cock back into her mouth, looking up at the boy and noting with satisfaction that his eyes were closed, his face calm and happy and placid.
This time she serviced the full length of his rigid cock, sliding it in and out of her well trained throat. Tripper didn't move for the first few minutes, enjoying his passivity, shuddering occasionally when Paula would really turn him on. Sooner or later he would be ready to come in her mouth.
Then Sundance started fucking Paula from behind, holding his prick in position and easing it into her cunt. He seemed thicker than ever, pushing hard until he had entered the woman completely. Paula closed her eyes and forgot everything but the sexual sensations that were wracking her body.
She curled her tongue around Tripper's cock and then bit into it gently, just as the boy started to move. His prick began to fuck her mouth greedily, banging against the back of her throat with every thrust. His muscles were taut and he didn't seem far from the point of release.
The only light in the bedroom was that which filtered in from the living room, a pale glow that barely allowed Paula to see what she was doing. She was sandwiched between the two horny lads, serving them both simultaneously, feeling herself getting turned on intensely in the process.
She wanted to talk to her lovers, tell them how much she loved being fucked by their sturdy young pricks, but that was impossible while she was blowing Tripper. Paula writhed beneath Sundance's onslaught, sucking the boy's cock deep into her hungry fuck box and refusing to let him move.
"She's really hot to trot tonight, ain't she?" Sundance commented, breathing hard. "Shit, I forgot how good she is. I think I'm going to fuck her up her fat ass."
"Yeah, do that, but take it easy," Tripper responded, smiling wickedly. "But take it easy and don't hurt her too much. I don't want the bitch biting my cock off."
Paula felt the boy's short stout cock sliding out of her pussy for a moment. She remained lying on her side, sucking Tripper's cock for all she was worth. Her body had never felt stronger or more sensual. If anything, she wished that there was a third boy present to satisfy her completely.
Sundance began to cornhole Paula without bothering to lubricate the woman's anal orifice. His cock reamed the entrance of her asshole briefly and then was stuffed into the hole, bending almost double from the effort of penetration. Paula gasped with pain but soon got used to it, not once stopping the frantic sucking motion on Tripper's thrusting rod.
It didn't take long for Sundance to force his cock into Paula's asshole. The woman did everything she could to make it easy for him, stoned out from the grass and booze she had ingested. She could taste a drop of come on Tripper's cockhead and knew that he would be ready to shoot in a matter of seconds.
"Here it comes, big Mama," Tripper intoned as he fucked her mouth harder and faster. "I know you want it and I'm going to give it to you, right in your fucking mouth."
It was just what Paula wanted. She struggled to breathe as the boy's prick rested in the bottom of her throat and then felt an ocean of come spurting into her. She gulped the juices greedily, thrilling to the salty taste, milking the prick with her lips and teeth, trying to turn Tripper on better than ever. The boy just kept coming, to the point where she forgot completely about the prick that was hammering in her asshole.
Tripper pulled his prick out of Paula's mouth but let her lick the last few drops of thick pearly come from its tip. He lay back and watched with satisfaction as Sundance turned the voluptuous woman over and climbed onto her back, making sure to keep his thick cock buried in her asshole.
Paula kept her face on a pillow and raised her hips slightly, giving the boy a better angle of penetration. Her asshole was a little dry and sore but that would make him come all the sooner.
So far the boys had not done much for her but soon they would be fucking her again and Paula knew that she would have her orgasms long before the evening drew to a close.
She reached around behind her body and grabbed for Sundance's pendulant balls, trapping them in her hand and squeezing gently, knowing that it would help bring him to orgasm. The boy was breathing loudly as he cornholed her, a sure sign that his passion was very near being consummated.
"You like it, don't you?" Tripper asked her, sitting beside Paula on the bed. "You're a pretty weird chick but you're all right. I mean, you really get off with young dudes."
"Umm, that's what I like," Paula agreed, finding it hard to talk. "I love fucking with you two."
Sundance was just about ready to come. He rammed his prick in a few more times, looking down and seeing that it was starting to erupt. One more good stroke brought him over the verge and then he was pumping furiously, voiding his seminal fluids into the waiting receptacle of Paula's asshole.
Paula ground her tits into the folded blanket beneath her, bracing herself against the power of Sundance's orgasm. The boy's prick wilted in her asshole as the juices leaked out of its heavy tip and then he withdrew, his thing from her, grunting loudly and happily, wanting to take a break for a few moments.
Tripper had left the room for a while but came back at that point with fresh drinks and a smoldering joint. Paula accepted both offerings gladly, smiling at the boys and wondering what they would come up with next. It was still fairly early and she knew that they wanted to fuck her some more.
"How about blowing us together," Tripper suggested, his voice slow and sluggish from the grass. "We've never done that before and it could be a real trip."
Paula was given no chance to reply. Before she knew what was happening, she was down on her hands and knees before the bed and both boys were sitting on its edge, their feet barely on the floor, their half-erect pricks pointing at her. Paula smiled as she stared at them, ready, willing and able to do their bidding, knowing she would get fucked soon.
She went first from one prick to another, tiring her tongue by moving it incessantly. Both healthy young organs came to life as she teased them with her lisome mouth, licking and sucking and doing everything else she could think of to turn them on. Then the two boys moved closer together on the bed, turning their bodies so that their pricks practically touched, allowing Paula to try to take them both in simultaneously.
Paula opened her mouth as wide as it would go, stretching her lips and tilting her pretty head forward. First one prick and then the other entered her mouth. She was able to take in only the first three inches of each rod but the boys were happy with her performance and she felt a great sense of power.
She used her hands on their balls, craning her neck into position and not resting for a second. Then, tiring of the game, she used one hand to stimulate her pussy, digging her index finger in deep, hc-'ng that they would catch on and fuck her befoic she exploded with frustration.
The boys looked at each other and once again decided to fuck Paula together. They were giggling as they forced her into position, writhing around aimlessly on the bed. Paula felt herself pressed between them, their two thick cocks banging at the entrances of her cunt and asshole.
That was just what she had wanted, Tripper fucking her from behind and Sundance putting his short thick organ to good use in her hungry twat. At first the boys were clumsy and incompetent but they soon got used to the dual penetration and began to enjoy her uninhibited sensuality.
Paula too needed a while to get used to servicing both boys at once. She ground her body from one to the other, not really turned on yet. Sundance was sucking her tits and Tripper had reached around to fondle her clitoris as they fucked. It felt like she was making it with an army of virile young lovers, being fucked and satisfied in every possible way.
Eventually the three lovers were able to synchronize their movements perfectly. Paula did not divide her attentions between the two young boys but found ways to turn them on simultaneously. Her cunt was aching with passion and she knew that it would not be long before she was able to come.
She slid her cunt up and down on Tripper's cock, hardly knowing which boy was doing what to her. This time they were pulling out all stops, using their hands and tongues and pricks indiscriminately on her magnificent body. Paula closed her eyes and abandoned herself completely to them.
It was hot and sweaty in her bedroom despite the air conditioner, but that did not slow Paula or quell her passion. She moved frantically between her lusty lovers, feeling her passion pass through every cell of her body. It was almost time now, all she needed was a few more powerful strokes.
"My darlings, my little darlings," she muttered, almost in ecstasy. "Yes, keep fucking me, oh, not so hard, yes, do it like that again. Don't stop, keep fucking me like that. Oh yes, I'm going to come now."
Paula felt her body going wild. Everything was perfect and nothing was lacking. A wave of fire passed through her body and she could no longer see straight. The boys were pumping away at her and she was in heaven. Red waves of lust caroused through her body until she had to scream out with passion.
"AAAAAAEEEEEEIIIIII, oh yes, fuck me harder, kill me, keep fucking me like that. I love it when you fuck me hard. Come on, fuck your big Mama, fuck me more. I'm coming, oh shit, I can't stop, I can't stop. AAARRRGGGHHH!!!!!!"
Paula thought she was going to pass out. Her passion had reached new heights of intensity beyond the limits of her endurance. The boys' pricks were hammering inside her, satisfying Paula completely. She writhed with them, sucking them deeper into her hungry body, thinking her passion would never end.
Four spasms of passion wracked Paula's voluptuous body, almost frightening her virile young lovers. She kept screaming at them, her words degenerating into inarticulate moans and grunts. All the while her juices continued to flow, soaking both boys, covering them with her rich, passionate odor.
And they did not stop fucking her for a minute, wanting to have as good a time as she was having. Paula rested for a few seconds and then did everything in her power to stimulate the insatiable studs. She felt a new strength in her body, knew that she was capable of any sexual feat.
Sundance and Tripper rose to the occasion, holding back on their orgasms as long as they could. They wanted to come together, to make Paula come again, to do everything for the woman who had turned them on so well. They fucked her in unison, tireless, rising to ever new heights of lust.
It seemed to go on forever but soon the boys were no longer able to hold their passion in check. First Sundance emptied his prick into Paula's asshole, pumping once more and screaming with desire. His friend came half a second later, spewing his juices into Paula's waiting, dripping cunt.
The two teenagers left half an hour later, telling Paula that they had business to attend to. Paula did not try to make them stay, even though she could have gone on fucking forever. She had no idea what the boys were going to do the rest of the night. They might have other girls waiting for them, young beautiful girls their own age.
But that didn't matter to Paula either. She had made her decision and had learned to live with her sexual needs. She was a beautiful accomplished woman and there would always be young boys to satisfy her. She had no need for a husband or even a steady lover, not when there were boys like Tommy and Jack and Timmy and Sundance and Tripper to attend to her every sensual need. Paula drifted off to sleep that night more satisfied than she had ever been before. Life had been good to her and in the future it was going to be even better.
