America is somewhat unique in its approach to child-care while parents are absent, be it for the evening or an extended vacation. Most nationalities which practice extended-family relationships do not encounter the problem: everyone takes care of everyone else as a matter of convenience and unquestioned duty, regardless of filial relationship. Many other people have one or even two elderly persons, otherwise unemployable within their larger economic framework, and these people assume much of the responsibility of child-rearing.
In our country, however, we quite often resort to a temporary, often not well known, impersonal arrangement whereby our offspring are watched over for a paid period of time. This, of course, quite often leads to problems, not the least of which is sexual involvement with the young charges, with which WHEN MOM COMES HOME ... deals.
Although twelve-year-old Scotty's parents were old friends of Lucy Eccles, they failed to take into account her hot-blooded nature and sexual cravings and subsequent lack of release due to her divorced state. How could it do else but result in a sexual liaison between this smooth-skinned, budding young boy with the innocent-yet-attractive nature and the oversexed-yet-unfulfilled buxom, still-attractive woman? After all, they had left these two natural magnets, sexually speaking, all alone in a comfortable house, and they wouldn't be back for another three, whole weeks....
-THE PUBLISHERS
CHAPTER ONE
Lucy Eccles gave her large, full breasts a loving squeeze as she pulled the bra-cups over them. She hadn't finished masturbating more than two minutes before, and already she felt horny again, despite the fact that she had managed to give herself a good, hard cum. For the last week she had been almost continually hot and bothered-clit tingling, pussy oozing love-juice, nipples straining against the confinement of her bra-and she knew that she had another three weeks to go before Scotty's parents would return.
She sat on the bed to straighten her stockings. She always left them on when she beat off, since doing so gave her a nice feeling of being wanton and slutty. That was why she had kept on using garter belts when most other women had switched to pantyhose some time ago. Of course, straightening the stocking didn't require anything like the kind of slow, stroking caresses which she was giving to her legs now. She just couldn't believe how turned on she felt.
There's nothing wrong with being hot as long as you can get a bit of satisfaction from time to time, she thought, but this frustration scene is driving me out of my mind.
Her fingers toyed with the tops of her stockings, and then ran lightly over the exposed band of thigh, getting closer and closer to her cunt, which was giving excited little contractions. She knew she didn't have time for another beat-off. Scotty was due home from school at any minute, but that cunt of hers was just demanding attention.
"Why couldn't Gordon and Judy have found someone else to take care of him?" she asked herself as her right forefinger slid on into the inviting warmth of her vagina. She knew perfectly well that even though having Scotty live with her was driving her up the wall, she wouldn't want it any other way. Just being near him was wonderful.
Scotty was twelve, and about the nicest little boy that any woman was likely to meet. From Lucy's point of view, that was part of the problem. He was gentle, and innocent, and considerate. How could any woman, particularly a rather lonely thirty-six-year-old divorcee, not fall in love with him, she wondered. And how could she not feel guilty about what she secretly wanted to do with the little fellow, namely initiate him-and most especially, his cock-into the mysteries of sex?
His cock! She had never seen it, she realized, as she cupped her cunt with her fingers. The rest of his body seemed frail and boyish. But maybe his prick had gotten ahead of the rest in the growing-up process. She couldn't tell which she would prefer: for Scotty to have a big, manly cock, or for that most important part of him to be in proportion to the rest of his body.
She was pulling gently at her labia now. She knew that she just had to have a second cum, and that was all there was to that. Her big, firm asscheeks were grinding away on the bedspread as she worked her twat with her fingers.
Scotty's mother, Judy, had had a sort of nervous breakdown, and even though it wasn't the little boy's fault, her doctor had suggested that what she really needed was to get away from the whole housewife scene for a while. So she and her husband Gordon were going all through Europe on an extended "second honeymoon." And since she and Lucy were good friends, and since Scotty liked Lucy, she had seemed like the obvious person to take care of the boy while his parents were away.
Lucy's breath was coming in short, sharp gasps now, and she felt the muscles in her back tense as her body readied itself for the cum. Even though she had already had one very recently, this one was still going to be big. She could tell that her whole body was charged with orgasm-energy, and she knew that no matter how much she released this time, there would still be plenty left in her, driving her wild with frustration.
Her fingers were sliding rapidly up and down in her cunt, the joints pressing against the slick walls of the vagina, which kept giving spasmodic little contractions as if to make sure that she could never remove them. Her thumb was rubbing back and forth along her tingling, soggy labia. Lucy had heard that there was a disagreement among experts as to whether the interior or the exterior of a woman's cunt was the more sensitive. All she knew was that she could drive her twat crazy with a little bit of attention to almost any part of it!
Her right hand was between her legs. Her left was busy with her tits, which were just about as sensitive as her pussy. In fact, she was built for fucking, as she was well aware. Too bad it was so long between real fucks, and that her equipment was mostly just wasted on hand jobs, like a thoroughbred pulling a plow.
Her shoulders were twitching nervously, her head was rolling from side to side and she could feel little beads of sweat running down her forehead.
She had not wanted to take her right hand up from her snatch to help unfasten the hooks of her bra, so she had worked the fingers of her left hand in between the soft globes and the cloth. That meant that the fabric was really straining, and the breasts really squashed and compressed, but that sensation was really nice, and besides, the fact that she was able to get her thumb and forefinger around her supersensitive, super-swollen nipple was all that really mattered.
She was just about to go over the top ... just about ... just about....
Her whole body was afire with cum-need, but somehow she wanted to prolong the delicious agony as long as she could.
She felt a shiver run down her spine, followed by another, and another. She knew that this was it, and she pressed her thumb hard against her aching little clit.
Wham! Wham! Wham! The orgasm hit in a series of hard shudders that felt like they were going to tear her twat to pieces! She felt her body heave and twist as every nerve and muscle in it let go in a wild, mind-bending, pussy-busting cum!
Was she ever played out. She lay there on the bed, gasping for breath, trying somehow to get her head together again. Her fingers were slippery with love-juice as she slid them up her belly, then put them in her mouth so that she could suck on them for a second.
She would have liked to lie there forever, vaguely feeling herself and enjoying the sensation of being a naked, sexy, exposed woman, but at that moment she heard the sound of a key in the lock of the front door.
That has to be Scotty coming home from school, she thought. Wish he was cumming in my cunt!
She pulled on her clothes hurriedly and went downstairs to greet the little fellow. She felt a little quiver of pleasure run down her spine as she saw how cute he looked, with his tousled mass of blonde hair, and his frail, boyish body. What she didn't notice was the movement of his Adam's apple as he gulped when she came into view. If she had looked down at the crotch of his pants, there was something else that she could have noticed, too.
"Hi, there, tiger," she said cheerfully. "How's school?"
"Okay, I guess, Mrs. Eccles," he said.
She smiled. "The way I remember it from when I was a girl, 'okay' was about the most positive thing I could ever say about school."
Scotty grinned. He really liked Lucy. There was none of that stuffy aloofness he sometimes found in adults. His parents were nice, for instance,-but they were always telling him how important it was to really give his best in school, for instance, while Mrs. Eccles was perfectly willing to admit that school was kind of a drag....
As he looked at her, though, he realized vaguely that that wasn't the only reason he liked her. His parents had never told him very much about sex, and the feelings that he was starting to notice in himself had him really confused. All he knew was that he liked to look at Mrs. Eccles as she stood there in front of him in her elegant, femine clothing, with her dark brown hair falling down to her shoulders, and her breasts rising and falling slowly as she breathed. He also knew that when he looked at her, he felt his prick-that was a word he had learned from a schoolmate a few months back-kind of swell up and press against his pants. But he didn't really know what that meant. All that he was aware of was that it felt good.
As Lucy looked at the boy, she felt her panties get soggier and soggier. Her clit was almost screaming with desire, and in a sudden moment of clairvoyance she realized that she was not going to be able to restrain herself for the remaining three weeks that Scotty's parents were going to be away. She realized that she was inevitably going to give in to temptation, and that being the case, she decided that all that mattered was that she choose the right moment. She had to have that little boy's penis in her cunt, or go mad, but she wanted to arrange the seduction in such a way so as to give him a positive memory to look back on. The last thing in the world that she would have been willing to do would have been to somehow psychologically damage Scotty.
Now that she had more or less made up her mind that she was going to have to have Scotty, she could hardly wait for an opportune moment. But she knew that it would never do for her to simply grab him and start to pull his clothes off, though a part of her wanted to do just that.
The best thing to do would be to wait for him to go to bed. She was on pins and needles for the whole rest of the afternoon and evening, but finally his bedtime arrived, and he went on upstairs to his room. She sat back in the living room chair she was occupying and reached her hand up her skirt so as to press it against the soggy panties.
Her plan was to wait until he was at least half asleep. That way, when she came into his room, his surprise would be less, and he would submit to her wishes in a dreamy, passive kind of way. That, at any rate was what she hoped. Whether she was going to be able to wait that long was another question. She didn't want to beat off right now, though, since for this final consummation that she had been waiting for so long, she wanted to be at the absolute peak of her horniness.
She took her hand away from her crotch and gripped the arm of the chair. She could feel her tits swell up impatiently against the fabric of her bra. She tried one last time to convince herself that what she was planning to do was wrong, but that didn't do any good. The fact of the matter was that even if seducing Scotty was a betrayal of his mother's trust, there was nothing she could do about it. The burning need in her cunt had suffused every part of her body. She didn't have a nerve or muscle that wasn't twitching in anticipation of the cum that she was going to have with the little boy.
What she didn't know was that Scotty wasn't trying to sleep. In his confused, fumbling manner, he was making one of boyhood's most fundamental discoveries-masturbation. And if she didn't get up to his room soon, it was going to be too late for her to enjoy the vigor of his young cock that night, since he would have already shot his wad off into the air.
Scotty had never beaten off before. He was a shy, retiring boy, and didn't get much chance to participate in the schoolyard speculation about sex that the other boys his age engaged in. Indeed, the only reason he had learned the word cock was that another kid had said to him, "you're so dumb I bet you don't even know what the word 'cock' means." That happened to be true, though "innocent" would have been a much more appropriate word than "dumb", and in his embarrassment he had sought out another boy he knew and was sort of friends with and asked him.
Beating off is one of those things that a person can learn all by himself without any trouble, however, and the confused feelings towards Mrs. Eccles that were churning inside him were bringing out an inventive streak that he had never known he possessed. At first, when he went to bed that night, he had just tried to go to sleep, but he couldn't get his mind off of the way Mrs. Eccles had looked when he came home from school. The memory of her breasts heaving under her blouse exerted a particularly powerful effect on him. She smelled so nice, too. That was perfume, he guessed. He wondered why his mother never wore perfume.
Although he didn't understand why, just thinking about Mrs. Eccles made his cock bulge out, just like looking at her did. It felt good that way, and he reached down and squeezed it. That felt even better, and made the cock bulge and swell even more, until it was all hard and straight.
He still wasn't quite sure what to do, but he was catching on fast. He ran the palm of his hand along his cock and gave a little shudder of delight.
At that moment he heard footsteps on the stairs. He took his hand away from his prick quickly and rolled over on his side, pretending to be asleep. He didn't know much about masturbation, but he suspected that it was something which it was best not to be caught doing.
In fact, the woman he was afraid was about to burst in on him and discover him playing with his dick was thinking of that dick right at that very moment. She was thinking about how nice it would be to have it in her cunt, or maybe in her mouth. Her tongue flicked over her lower lip as she remembered all the fun she had had giving males blow jobs in the past. Her late husband in particular-to whom she had been faithful when he lived-had loved it when she had given him head, and she could still remember how much she had enjoyed the feel of his warm cum shooting into her mouth in gush after gush. His balls held a lot of man-juice. She wondered if those of a little boy like Scotty would hold appreciably less. Well, that was something that she planned on finding out before the night was over. Not that she wanted to keep the little fellow up too late. After all, the next day was a school day....
Scotty heard her pause outside his door, and felt sure that she must have somehow instinctively guessed that he had been playing with his cock, and had come to scold him about it. He shut his eyes all the tighter, and breathed heavily, to try and give the impression that he had been asleep for quite some time. His heart was hammering wildly in his chest.
What he didn't know was that Mrs. Eccles' heart was beating just as wildly as she paused outside his door, trying to get up her courage to go on in. She listened to the sound of his pretended sleeping and was too nervous to notice how irregular-sounding his heavy breathing was.
This was her last chance to turn back, she realized. All she had to do was master this temptation here and now and she would be able to walk away from this door knowing that she had lived up to the trust which Scotty's mother had had in her. It wouldn't be easy to do, but if she managed it, it would be something that she could be proud of for the rest of her life.
She started to turn away, but realized at that moment that she just couldn't do it. No matter what the consequences were-and it was a real possibility that Scotty might let word of this slip to his mother, or maybe be so shocked as to report her to someone like his school principal, with the result that she might wind up facing some morals charge-she just had to have sex with him. She could imagine him lying there all slender and boyish under the cool sheets. She could see her hand cupping his balls, squeezing his prick into rampant hardness. She could visualize what it would be like to have a penis up her cunt again, sliding back and forth on the lubricating fluid she always secreted so copiously.
Just thinking about those things had her clit as hard as a pebble, and she could feel the love-juice oozing out of her quim. She put her hand on the knob and opened the door....
CHAPTER TWO
The lights were all out in the boy's room, as she expected, but a fair amount of light from the streetlamp outside shone through the thin curtains. It was one of those bluish vapor lights, so the effect was like moon glow, only more intense. She could see the boy's fine features out-lined against the white pillowcase. His hair was all tousled, and she longed to run her fingers through it. Her cunt gave an excited contraction, and she felt her clit try and stiffen up even harder. Her tits had swollen up so much inside her bra that the confinement was genuinely painful, and the nipples were throbbing with their need for male attention.
If Lucy was shuddering with anticipation, Scotty was trembling with anxiety. He assumed that his mother's friend must have come to see if he was masturbating, and he knew perfectly well that if she wanted to she could determine for sure that he had been because his cock was still erect.
No matter how nervous he felt, it just didn't want to soften up again, and that was something he couldn't understand at all. It was a mystery, like the way in which his prick gave a little quiver of excitement whenever he saw Mrs. Eccles' breasts heaving up and down when she was breathing heavily. He wished he understood better why his penis behaved like that. It felt like it really wanted to be touched and stroked, though of course he could not do that in front of Mrs. Eccles. Even though he had his eyes closed, he knew that she was near because he had heard her footsteps and could hear her breathing. For some reason, she seemed to be breathing very heavily. He wondered if that was because she was mad at the fact that he had been playing with himself.
Not merely was Lucy unaware of Scotty's unfinished masturbation, but liberal-minded woman that she was, she couldn't have cared less anyway. What interested her was that the darling little boy who had become an obsession for her was now literally within reach. She was still not quite sure how to proceed, since he seemed to be asleep, but she knew that the moment of satisfaction couldn't be far off.
Suddenly, she had an idea about how to get the ball rolling, and it was one which appealed to her all the more because it answered an interesting question. She took off her blouse and undid her bra.
Her large breasts flopped free. As she looked down at them, she saw the bluish light shining through the curtain play off of their contours. They were white and smooth, except for the nipples, which were dark and swollen with passion.
She arched her back so that the tits stood out more. There was no doubt possible: they were a nice pair. She cupped them lightly with her hands, feeling proud to be a woman and confident in the power of her femininity. Even though she felt nervous, she also did not see how the boy could resist her attractions.
Then, she gently bent over so that the nipple of her left breast hung right in front of the boy's mouth. She wondered if the presence of a female nipple brushing his lips would be enough to set him sucking on it as a sort of instinctive response, despite the fact that he was (as she imagined) asleep.
Scotty's cock swelled up to its full size as he smelled her perfume. It wasn't all that big a cock yet, but Scotty was old enough so that the smell of perfume on a female breast was able to work its magic.
His eyes were still tightly closed, so he did not yet know for certain what was happening, but when the swollen nipple touched his lips, he could not help his eyes from blinking open with surprise. When he did so, he saw a female face which was not hard with anger at his masturbation, as he had feared, but soft and knowing and gentle. A face that offered everything-affection, understanding, and satisfaction for the physical desire that had his prick about as stiff as a bar of iron. And hanging right in front of him was one of those breasts which was able to make his prick tingle even when he only could observe it through the covering provided by a blouse and bra. Now it was naked and smooth and white, and that hard purple nub on the end had to be asking for something, asking for something he would give his life to be allowed to provide.
Without saying a word-for Lucy had the female subtlety and sensitivity to realize that in sex often the best thing to say is nothing-she cupped the breast and offered it to him, pressing the nipple against his lips.
He sucked the round nub in greedily and began pulling on it as if he were a baby feeding. Lucy closed her eyes and sighed as she felt the boyish lips tugging away on her breast. She had always wished that she had had a baby to nurse, and now she had a baby and a lover at the same time.
Her right hand played with the other nipple, but although the sensations shooting through her body were heavenly, she couldn't stand to let them go on much longer. She was going to go straight out of her mind if she didn't have a chance to release some of the tension built up in her. She pulled the blankets away and undid the little boy's pajamas. It did not much surprise her that he already had a hard-on, seeing how frantically he was sucking away on her tit.
She squeezed his cock, and felt it quiver in response. She knew that if she wanted it inside her cunt, she had better not monkey around with it too much now, because it felt like it was pretty close to going off.
It seemed obvious to her that she should be the active partner in this first fuck with Scotty. After all, he presumably had no sexual experience, and it would devastate his ego if he really loused things up with his first fuck. Later, when he had gained confidence in his ability to keep an erection and to cum she could teach him to play a more manly role.
She got astride him and held his prick in her right hand so that it pointed up toward her cunt. She had removed her panties and hitched her skirt up around her waist. Since her tits were big, by craning his neck Scotty was still able to keep his mouth around her nipple, which was obviously something that both of them very much wanted.
She eased her cunt toward his prick. When she felt the tip of his rod rub against her labia, she sort of rotated her hips, so there was plenty of friction for both of them. She knew that she had better be careful about these preliminaries, since she was every bit as worked up as he was, and she wanted to save her first cum of the evening to have with him, even though she certainly was a multi-orgasmic woman.
She moved her hips a bit more so that the tip of his cock slid on into the entrance to her cunt. A final shove, and he was all the way inside her.
Inside her! She thought that the mere knowledge of that was going to make her cum! After all these days of empty fantasies, she now had that boyish cock of his in her body, with her cunt walls pressing tightly against it as if to make sure that it could never be taken away! It occurred to her that she had not taken the time to look at Scotty's penis, even though the question of what it looked like was one which had obsessed her all week. That didn't matter. Her sensitive cunt could feel that it was thin but quite surprisingly long for a boy of Scotty's general physical build. It could also tell that the cock was very, very excited, and that, of course, was the most important piece of information of all.
She rested there a second, reveling in the feel of his male hardness inside her. As for him, he was literally quivering with excitement. For the life of him, he couldn't tell which turned him on more-the presence of that hard nipple in his mouth, or the feeling of that soft cunt enclosing his penis. Both were wonderful, and he knew that if he lay still and left everything up to the wonderful Mrs. Eccles, things would probably get even better before long.
In that, he was completely right. Half out of her mind with cum-need, Lucy started sliding her body back and forth over the boy's cock. To enable him to keep his mouth around her nipple, she was crouched low over his body and making with more of a forward-and-back motion than an up-and-down one.
The cock felt good and hard in her, and it seemed to be getting even harder as she slid those slick cunt walls back and forth over it. She had one of her hands down around the boy's balls, and she noticed that they were pulled up against the root of his prick as hard as they could possibly go.
Lucy had had a few lovers since the death of her husband, but not too many, perhaps because most men were too rough and aggressive for her taste. So she had had to go quite awhile without any two-person sex. She had had to content herself with hand jobs for the past several months. But even though she hadn't top-ridden a guy for quite awhile, she noticed that she hadn't lost any of the knack.
Guess it must be a bit like riding a bicycle, she thought as she worked Scotty's prick with her excited quim. Every stroke of her hips caused the already supersolid prick to try and stiffen up even more, and she knew that that meant just how turned on he was by what she was doing.
Her hips were grinding with a slow, regular motion that caused wave after wave of pleasure to go pulsing up Scotty's spine. His prick ached to go off, but the feeling of Mrs. Eccles' cunt around his cock was so wonderful that he almost wished that this tantalizing, wonderful torment of unsatisfied cum-need would go on forever.
Lucy tried to prolong things as much as she could-she knew enough about fucking to be able to "read" a cock, that's to say, to tell how excited it was from the way it responded to what she was doing. And when it seemed that she had the boy right on the brink of his cum, she would pause for a moment to give his supercharged prick a chance to cool off.
Both of them were breathing hard now, Scotty through his nose because his mouth was full of nipple. That nipple was sore from being sucked on so much, but the last thing in the world that Lucy would have wanted would have been for that sucking to stop.
Every nerve in her body was twisted up in knots, and she knew that she couldn't hold her cum back any longer. Just one more stroke would get her off. Just one more....
She moved her cunt up so that only the very tip of the boy's cock was inside it. As he felt the coolness of the liquid evaporate from it, Scotty panicked at the thought that Mrs. Eccles might take her cunt all the way off his cock and leave it totally unsatisfied. Maybe she was angry at him for masturbating after all! Maybe this was how she was going to punish him!
His fear only lasted a second, because just as he began sucking all the harder on her nipple to convince her to let him cum, she started sliding her love-tube back down over his rampant cock! She knew that just that final moment of tantalization would get him into the perfect state of cum-need, although she knew nothing of his specific fears on the masturbation score. Down her cunt slid. Down, down, down, gripping hard at his prick, clutching at it, swallowing it.
Halfway down ... two-thirds ... three-quarters....
Scotty's whole body tensed as he readied for the cum that he instinctively knew was a split second away. His cock felt like it was on some sort of weird plateau. For an instant it seemed to go numb, and then sensation flooded back into it as all the pent-up sexual cravings of the evening burst forth in a series of frantic, heaving shudders which sent gob after gob after gob of boycream up into Lucy's wildly spasming cunt.
He had never beaten off before, never even had a wet dream. It was the most virgin cum a boy could ever have, and that meant that Lucy could hardly believe how much of the wonderful spunk was shooting up into her. She felt it splatter against the entrance to her womb, felt it ooze between his cock and the inside of her cunt, and still he was cumming and cumming and cumming....
She went over the top the instant she had felt his cock quivering away inside her, and her whole body really let fly in a series of great, heaving spasms that felt for a moment like they were going to tear her whole body apart. Her cunt clutched furiously at the little boy's penis as if to try and milk even more of its cream from it.
At last they were done, and she lay on top of him, gasping for breath. He had had to let go of her nipple at last, because he was so out of air that he couldn't possibly get enough through his nose. His cock was still inside her, slowly softening up. Only slowly, though, and fucked-out though she felt, Lucy was perceptive enough to notice the fact. Although she wouldn't try it tonight, she suspected that with a little coaching it might be possible to get a second shot out of Scotty most times. She wanted him to build up his confidence a bit first, since a failure to maintain an erection this early in his career as a cocksman could be disastrous to his future performance, and she didn't want to spoil the chances of someone who obviously had so much natural potential.
Finally, she eased her cunt off of his cock, and kissed him gently on the lips. It was a strange sort of kiss: half maternal and half sexy, and it made his whole body tingle. She was so wonderful, he thought. He knew that he just had to tell her the truth. He couldn't bear to he to someone as wonderful as Mrs. Eccles.
"You know," he said timidly to her, "when you came into the room, I wasn't really asleep."
"No?"
"No. You see, I had been ... sort of ... well ... playing with my cock!" He gave a gulp as he said that, and wondered what her reaction would be. He was both surprised and relieved to see her break into a big warm smile. She thought there was something deliciously naive about the way in which this twelve-year-old boy thought she might be angry about something as natural as masturbation. And what made it all even funnier was the tremendous care she had exercised while entering his room so as to not wake him up too soon. And all the while he had been lying there awake!
"Scotty," she said to him, "there is nothing at all, I repeat, nothing at all, wrong with masturbating. That's what it's called when you play with yourself. Anyone who's grown up enough to want sex, but isn't in a position at the moment to get any, masturbates if he has any sense.
"Anyone?"
"Uh-huh, me too," she said with a laugh. "But now we can have fun with each other, at least if you want us to continue doing so," she added.
His answer was to press his face against her large, soft bosom as hard as he could. For the last few minutes he had been wondering if something like this wonderful session that the two of them had had was going to recur, and he was terribly relieved to learn that it was.
"Of course," she said, "you have to understand that this fun we have together will have to be our own secret. We mustn't tell anyone else about it." Mentally she added, "or else the shit'll really hit the fan!"
What she really wanted to do was spend the rest of the night in bed with him. She always thought it was so nice for a woman to wake up the morning after with her lover beside her-even if the lover was only five feet tall and probably not strong enough to make the Little League. But she realized that her hunger for Scotty's prick was so strong that they just wouldn't get any sleep at all. And apparently he had a test the next day in school. She was determined that she was not going to let their new relationship interfere with his school work. After all, she did have a responsibility toward his mother.
So she gave him another kiss, told him to go to sleep, and headed back to her bedroom. As for Scotty, he just lay back on his bed stunned by the wonderful thing that had just happened to him. The evening had started out like any other, and now, suddenly, he was a man. That was what impressed him most about what had happened. The sensation of Mrs. Eccles' cunt around his cock had been wonderful, and he still felt almost intoxicated from the mixture of the perfume she was wearing and her natural female smell, but even more fantastic than that was the fact that he was now a man! Half an hour ago he had hardly known anything at all about sex. Now he had been initiated into its mysteries, and he guessed that though there were doubtlessly all sorts of refinements that he still had to learn, he had gotten the basic demonstration already.
With his head filled with thoughts like that, he drifted off to sleep. In her room down the hall, Lucy tossed and turned and kissed her pillow again and again.
The next morning, Scotty had a bit of trouble believing that it had all really happened. Yet, there was a whiff of perfume in the air to remind him that the lovely woman he shared this house with for the time being had actually come into his room the night before and made a man out of him.
He felt a little bit nervous about going downstairs. What should a man say to a woman after fucking with her? Maybe she would know, but he didn't want to seem like a silly little boy. After all, in addition to having had a fuck, he was in the sixth grade!
Lucy felt every bit as nervous and she stood in the shower soaping herself. She always liked to soap her cunt, but perhaps because her thoughts were full of Scotty she seemed to be soaping it more than usual, so that her pubic hair was lost in a cloud of frothy suds. The result was that her buttery womanflesh was all atingle, and it was not very easy for her to collect her thoughts on how she should act at the breakfast table.
She rubbed her soapy fingers over her clit and felt a sudden shudder run through her body. It was one of her mini-cums. Lucy was such an incredibly hot woman that she often beat off in a sort of absentminded way, when she was really trying to concentrate on something else and wasn't even very aware of the fact that she was playing with her soft, pink sex organs. Whenever she gave herself a cum like that, it was usually much milder than the kind she got when she intentionally drove her body up to higher and higher levels of excitement, tantalizing and teasing herself until only at long last letting herself have the relief of an orgasm.
That business taken care of, she was able to concentrate a little bit more easily on how to behave around Scotty when he came down. She realized that a boy's first fuck is perhaps the most important even in his life, and that she had a real responsibility to make every part of it, including how he felt the morning after, a very positive experience.
"Well," she reasoned, "I guess the best thing is to just act as if what we did is the most natural thing in the world. And, anyway, I guess it is at that. A horny cock, a hot cunt, and the two get together. So what if the cunt is three times older than the cock? There's plenty of fucking left in me yet."
She got dressed and went down to the kitchen to start breakfast. It wasn't long before Scotty arrived. The look he had on his face was a funny combination of bashfulness and self-satisfaction. He kept glancing at Lucy, too. He just couldn't get enough of the sight of those breasts rising and falling under her blouse. And what he didn't know was that when he was around, the excitement Lucy felt at his presence made her breathe more heavily, which meant that there was more breast-motion for him to feast his eyes on.
"Hi, sport," she said cheerfully. "Get plenty of sleep after I left last night?"
"Uh-huh."
"I didn't get too much. Kept on thinking of your prick all night. But, of course," she added with a smile, "that was a nice way to pass the time." She was telling the truth, too, when she said that.
They chatted away about one thing and another while he ate his breakfast. Lucy interspersed allusions to the sexual fun that they had had the night before with comments about completely non-sexual matters, in order to show him that the fuck they had had was not something that he should make a really big deal about. She was afraid that if he did, he would start worrying about it. Kids were so hard to predict.
Just the few things that she did say about their fuck, though, coupled with the sight of her, made Scotty's prick swell up hard against his pants. She was such a wonderful woman. He only wished that his mother were that beautiful. He was still such an innocent boy that the idea that there might be something Oedipal about his love for Mrs. Eccles was something that never entered his head.
When he finished his breakfast and got up to leave for school, Lucy noticed the bulge in his pants. She knew that it was going to be hard for him to concentrate on the test he had to take if he was all horny for her. Besides, she was curious to see exactly what his cock looked like, and this seemed the absolutely perfect time.
"Just a second, sport," she said, "I think there's something that you need to have taken care of." And without more ado, she knelt in front of him and pulled down his zipper.
Scotty waited wide-eyed and tense. He knew that anything that she was planning to do was probably something that he would really enjoy a lot, but he didn't have the faintest idea what she had in her mind at the moment. All he knew about sex was that it was something that was supposed to take place on beds. That had been his previous impression, and his experiences of the night before had just served to strengthen it.
As Lucy pulled down his pants, his prick popped out against the confinement of his underpants. She squeezed the thing through the white cotton fabric, and then pulled the underpants down.
Scotty found himself giving a sigh of relief as she did so. His cock had been so excited that it had really been jamming against the crotch of his pants in its effort to get free, and now it could expand to its full size as it bobbed back and forth.
Lucy took the cock by the root and squeezed gently. She could feel a tremor go through it, and she heard Scotty give a quick gulp. She tickled his balls with her fingers, and saw the sac tighten and pull them up against the prickroot.
Scotty had only the lightest fuzz growing around the base of his whanger. It was interesting to note, she thought, how he first reached the ability to hold an erection and ejaculate properly before his prick had had much of a chance to grow.
She looked up at Scotty and gave him a wink as she slid the tip of her tongue out of the corner of her mouth and ran it along her lower hp. Scotty thought he was beginning to understand what it was that Mrs. Eccles had in mind. Well, if she wanted to use her mouth on his prick, that was fine by him. He was standing against the kitchen door, almost leaning against it, as if he were so excited that he hardly dared trust his own two feet to keep him upright.
Lucy had a tremendous natural skill with sex, which meant above all else that she understood pacing. She knew that a fuck or a blow job wasn't half as much fun it you just set right to, without any of the teasing, tantalizing little preliminaries that drive both partners to that state of complete pre-fuck frenzy which she always felt was one of the best parts of sex.
So she didn't just shove her mouth over the boy's whanger and start sucking away. Instead, she eased her tongue out of her mouth a millimeter at a time. He was looking down at her and could see the thing edge closer and closer to his superheated cock, and he found his whole body trembling more and more as he waited for the contact. He even felt sure that he was going to cum the moment that the tongue touched his prick, but he hadn't reckoned with what a skillful playmate Lucy was.
Lick! The tongue darted out and touched just the very tip of the penis.
Scotty gave a gasp as he felt the tongue tip flick lightly over his super-sensitized prickskin.
Then, Lucy slid the thing all the way down the length of his shaft and rubbed it against the prickroot. Then, she took his balls in her mouth and started to suck on them.
"M-Mrs. Eccles!" Scotty gasped, almost beside himself with excitement.
Lucy made a mental note that she should tell him to call her "Lucy", or at least "Aunt Lucy."
"Mrs. Eccles" was far too formal. But it certainly wasn't something that she could go into with him at present, not with her mouth stuffed full of testicles.
As she sucked on the balls, she used her fingers to keep the penis itself happy. Then she slipped her mouth over the top of his shaft and started to suck.
At every second, Scotty was sure that he was going to cum. He just couldn't believe the fantastic tension that he felt in his whole body as Mrs. Eccles' lips pressed against the sensitive spot where the knob of his cock joined the root. Then, to vary the action a bit, she slid her lips on down to the base of his penis, so that the tip of his cock was pressing against the back of her mouth, for although it was not very thick, it was certainly very long. That made her sort of gag, but she didn't mind. As far as she was concerned, prick was something well worth gagging on.
Since the whole of his cock was in her mouth, she was able to press her tongue against the side of it while it lay there. And all the while she was giving his balls plenty of action with those nimble feminine fingers of hers.
She had undertaken this blow job partly to make sure that he wouldn't be distracted by thoughts of sex while taking this important test that he had coming up. But of course another reason was simply that she was hot for him, and this business of having his cock shoved in her mouth was hardly making her feel any cooler. In fact, her clit was tingling with cum-need, and her breasts were swollen up as always.
If only they'd make bras out of some kind of elastic material for the horny woman, she thought. I can't be the only one around, can I?
She ran her right hand up under her dress to bring some relief to her cunt. But just as she had not started off by sucking away on Scotty's cock without going through some preliminaries, so she didn't just plunk her hand on her crotch, either. She believed in a good, slow tantalizing start for herself every bit as much as she did for other people.
She ran her fingers up her nylons until they came to the stocking tops. There, she slid them in between the smooth skin of her thighs and her nylons, and worked them around for a while, as only inches away, her clit hungrily called for the finger-pressure which she playfully but stubbornly refused to give it for the time being.
It was obvious that Scotty's cock couldn't hold out against its cum very much longer, though, and besides, she didn't want him to be late for school. So, she pressed her fingers against her panties, then slid them between the soggy material and her cuntlips.
A shudder rippled down her spine as she felt the cool touch of her fingers on her steamy twat. She wormed them up into her cunt while continuing to suck away on the boy's agonized prick.
"Uh! Uh! Uh!" he groaned as the tip of her tongue worked the root of his prick. He felt his cock give a sort of extra stiffening, and could guess on the basis of his experiences the night before that he was about to cum.
Lucy felt the behavior of his prick with her lips and knew perfectly well what it signified. As she pressed her mouth closer around his cock, she gave a quick flick to her clit with her thumb.
Brrrrrrrt! Her cunt seemed to unwind like a mainspring busting, as her whole body shook and trembled to the force of her cum! And at just that instant, she felt Scotty's cock start to quiver and send gob after gob of hot sperm into her mouth.
"Uh! Uh! UHHHHHHHH!" he moaned as he felt his cock shoot. It was as if the thing wanted to keep on pumping and pumping and pumping until it had pumped him inside out. If this was what being a man was all about, he couldn't believe how lucky he had been about the gender he was born with, as he felt the pulsations of his prick propel his spunk into Lucy's mouth.
Lucy was thinking exactly the reverse, namely how wonderful it was to be a woman, as she felt the gobs of boycream splatter against the back of her mouth.
There may not be much hair around those balls of his, she thought, but there's sure plenty of what counts inside theml And all the while her hips bucked and heaved while she pressed her fingers hard against her pulsating crotch.
She was amazed at how long Scotty's cock kept shooting, and when it had finished at last, her whole mouth seemed to be full of sperm. It was dribbling down her throat and making her choke. It filled the spaces between her teeth and her cheeks, it coated her tongue. She sort of basted the slowly softening cock with it, using her tongue to coat the prick with the jism it had just shot out.
She would have liked to continue kneeling there for quite a while. The presence of that cock in her mouth was very, very exciting. But there really was a danger that Scotty would be late for school if she kept him back much longer.
So, she eased her mouth off of the penis very, very slowly, taking great care not to spill any of the jism it contained. When she had done so successfully, she opened her mouth carefully, while holding her head tilted back. This gave Scotty a chance to look in her mouth and see the little lake of sperm that he had created in there. Then, after sloshing the stuff from side to side with her tongue, she swallowed it with one big gulp.
"Taste nice?" Scotty asked. He was grinning from ear to ear with self-satisfaction. It was obvious that he was feeling very impressed with himself now that a woman had not only fucked with him but had also sucked his prick to a cum. Lucy knew though that his basic goodness of character would prevent him from ever getting conceited. That was why she wasn't overly worried that he might brag about his exploits to other boys at school.
"It certainly does taste nice," she said. "But then again, girls taste nice, too."
"Can I have a taste?" he said, gazing at her crotch. It was covered by her dress, and he had not had much of a chance to see what it was like the night before, just as she had not had much chance to see what his cock looked like. The difference was that she had certainly seen other cocks before, while he had only the very vaguest suspicions as to what a cunt must look like.
"There isn't time for you to have a taste now," she said, "because you've got to be getting off to school. But I promise you can lick my cunt when you get back. And there are some other things I'd like you to try."
She kissed him and he headed out the door, hurrying to get to school on time. He didn't want to ever be late to school, or do anything else that she might disapprove of. She was so wonderful, and he loved her so much.
As she watched his little figure disappear down the street, Lucy smiled. Only a bare twenty-four hours before she had thought that the next three weeks were going to be agony because of the presence of this charming little boy in her home. Now she knew they were going to be the best three weeks she had had for a long, long time.
CHAPTER THREE
Lucy thought that she was going to go right out of her ever loving mind waiting for Scotty to come home from school. It was partly just physical need that was gnawing at her. She had always had a hot little twat, and the satisfaction that she had gotten that morning and the night before had really turned her appetite for fucking back on.
But there was more to her impatience than that-much more. After all, the two or three cums that she used to give herself each day before she started fucking with Scotty had at least partly satisfied her mere physical cravings. But she wanted more than just orgasms, and she sensed Scotty was going to be able to supply it.
Lucy looked out the living room window again, hoping to see his slender form advancing up the street, a bulge of anticipation in the little boy's pants. No sign of him. She rubbed her thighs together with impatience. So as to make that afternoon's session extra good she had refrained from masturbating all day, and the result was that her cunt was just screaming for action. Her clit refused to soften up, and the top several inches of her stockings on the inside of her thighs were wet with cunt-juice that had dribbled down her legs. She wasn't wearing any panties because of a surprise that she wanted to have for the darling little fellow when he came in.
She thought back to when she was married. Her husband Jack had been a pretty fair cocksman, and at least her twat didn't ever have to go unfed when he was around. But that hadn't been enough to enable her to make a go of their marriage. He had been really hung up on the whole 'machismo' bit. Me Tarzan, you Jane. Me cock, you cunt. If he wanted her when he came home from the office, he just lifted her up and carried her off to the bedroom, Rhett Butler style. That might be fine for some women, but somehow it always annoyed her. Not that she was one of these females who don't like sex and regard any approach by their husbands as a nuisance. Far from it. She was certain that her twat wanted action as often as Jack's cock, or maybe even more so. And it wasn't that she was an aggressive virago, always wanting to be in charge, though when their marriage had started to fall apart that was one of the accusations Jack made. It was rather that she liked to have a chance to display her own seductiveness. Being active, she felt, didn't necessarily mean being unfeminine. Quite the contrary.
Another glance out of the window. The street was still disappointingly empty. She wondered if something could have possibly have happened to Scotty to delay his return from school. The idea that he might prefer to spend his time doing something after school other than hurrying back to her arms and her cunt was too painful to even be considered.
She pressed her right hand against her right tit and mashed the globe quite hard against her chest. Rubbing the hand around in circles, she pressed and kneaded the soft, yielding female flesh. She would have given anything in the world for that to have been Scotty's hand.
No, she reasoned, the trouble with being carried upstairs as a passive sex object was that it didn't give you a chance to have the fun of seducing your male. What's the fun of having fine, firm tits and a soft, wet cunt, if you can't display them provocatively in front of him, arouse his desire, make him want you, even when he's engaged in some other activity he enjoys, such as watching a football game.
That was just what was so wonderful about a little boy like Scotty. (And Lucy had sufficient powers of self-analysis to guess that although Scotty was a perfectly delightful young boy, other young boys might conceivably be able to have the same effect on her.) Sex for him was something new and strange, something he knew nothing about, and for which he needed and wanted an instructress. All she had to do was to bare her breasts or her twat, or maybe just wiggle her ass a bit, for his eyes to light up with desire. Her cunt gave a little spasmodic contraction as she remembered the look on his face that morning as she unzipped his pants and started to fondle his prick. With an inexperienced little chap like Scotty, she got to actively display and make use of her feminine charms, and that made her feel more, rather than less feminine.
And there he was! She saw him hurrying forward along the sidewalk. She fancied that she could see a bulge in the front of his pants, indicating how anxious he was to get home to her, but at that distance she couldn't be sure.
In fact, there was such a bulge in his pants, and there had been all day, even while he had been trying to concentrate on the big test he had to take. He was very, very anxious to get back to his beloved Mrs. Eccles (he was fully convinced that he was in love with her and would never love any other woman), but at least part of that anxiety stemmed from the fact that his cock actually hurt from trying all day to erect itself within the confinement of his pants. Besides, it had been very difficult to keep other people from noticing the tent that his cock made. He had had to sort of hold books in front of his crotch, and resort to other subterfuges to prevent anyone from seeing how horny he looked. Fortunately he hadn't had gym that day.
Mostly, though, he just wanted to see HER again. To smell her delicious female odors, and feel her soft female flesh. In fact, all of that was very definitely on the program that she had planned for him.
He didn't even have a chance to get his key out of his pocket before the door swung open and Mrs. Eccles pulled him inside, almost as if she were trying to get him to shelter, away from some terrible danger that lurked outside.
She pressed his face against her soft, sweater-covered breasts, so that he could hardly breathe, and the air that he got was fully impregnated with her cologne, and with something else, too, a more earthy, natural, smell. The smell of Woman, of a female animal in heat, of a cunt begging for the relief that the male alone could give to it. A boyish face pressed into the soft, yielding warmth of a mature woman's nursing-globes. The ultimate sexual contact.
They were both breathing heavily, almost sobbing with joy at being together at last. She could feel the hardness of his cock pressing against her right thigh, and with a woman's intuition she knew that the thing had been hard all day, hard waiting for her. The thought was nearly enough to make her cum without more ado. She managed to restrain herself from going over the edge, though, because she wanted to make this cum that she had waited for so agonizingly through the day to be more of a production than that when it finally came.
Gently, she pushed the quivering boy, who was vibrating like a harpstring from repressed desire and from happiness at being this close at least to Mrs. Eccles.
Lucy kissed him on the forehead, and then on the lips. The only person he had ever kissed previously had been his mother, and those kisses had been chaste little pecks. What he was getting now was something quite different. Soft, insistent lips pressing against his, forcing his mouth open. Then, the feeling of something warm and wet and intoxicatingly female gliding on into his mouth, pressing his own down down, lifting up against the roof of his mouth, shoving it from side to side.
For a moment, he was content to play a totally passive role, to let her tongue intiate all of the action. Then, without even thinking what he was doing, he started to respond, to meet the pressure offered by her tongue with pressure from his own. Finally, his tongue slid on into the warm, inviting, moist cavity of her mouth, and the two tongues rubbed together side to side, while both of them ground their hips so that her thigh and his hard cock pushed against one another.
Lucy was delighted at his response to her French kiss. The fact that she liked to play an active, seductive role in sex didn't mean that she wanted her partners to be passive vegetables. Not at all. She liked to use her seductive powers to awaken their own responsiveness. Nothing proved better to her the strength of her female magic than the fact that this inexperienced, twelve-year-old boy was able to learn from her how to French kiss and add this to his limited but growing repertory of sexual accomplishments-all of which came from her, his horny instructress, his clever seductress.
Also, what she really wanted was to awaken his oral interest and skill because his question that morning about how women tasted was one which she was eager to satisfy now with a practical demonstration.
She gently forced his head away from hers, and then led him over to the sofa. She sat on the edge of it, and gestured to him to kneel on the floor.
Scotty gulped audibly with nervousness and anticipation. Ever since the blow job he had gotten that morning-and he didn't have a clue in the world that that was the name for what Lucy had done to him-he had been dreaming about returning the favor. He knew that women had holes between their legs, indeed he had even known that in a vague, imprecise sort of way before she had come to visit him in his bed the night before, and the actual fuck that he had gotten from her had informed him that the hole in question was wet and soft and given to excited contractions. It was something that he was very, very eager to make closer acquaintance of, and he had spent the whole morning rolling his tongue around in his mouth, pretending that his palate was something else. After all, her remarks and actions that morning had indicated to him that use of the mouth in sex was permissible. There was so much about sex he had to learn, he realized. He hoped that he wasn't too clumsy now.
A tease to the last, Lucy slowly hitched her skirt up, inch by inch, exposing more and more of her stockings. That made his cock cram even harder against his pants. The pressure there was completely unbearable now, and he unfastened his fly and pulled down his underpants, so that his cock could expand to its full length. The easing of pressure there meant that he was in a bit less danger of going off spontaneously, but he knew that he still had to be careful to avoid touching his cock if he didn't want to waste his cum.
His eyes got wider and wider, and his breath more and more labored as the skirt rode higher, and higher, and higher. Because of the way in which Mrs. Eccles had come to his room and seduced him at night, he had had very little chance to see what her equipment actually looked like, so all of this was quite a revelation to him.
The tops of her stockings showed now. They were a dark brown, and contrasted wonderfully with the snow-white expanse of her soft thighs. They were held up with a gleaming set of garter-snaps attached to some sort of black tapes. He was almost as curious to learn what female underwear looked like as he was to see what a woman's pussy looked like.
Higher and higher went the skirt, and more and more of Lucy's invitingly soft thighs were exposed. She had a nice trim figure, but she didn't have any scrawny fashion-model thighs, by any means. There was plenty of woman there for him to feast his eyes on. The thought that soon he would be touching and caressing those soft thighs made Scotty's thin little shoulders tremble.
Only an inch more, he figured, and he would be seeing her panties. Lucy gave another little tug on her bunched-up skirt, but what came peeping into view was not cloth, black or white, but a mass of fluffy brown curls the same color as the ones on her head that he so admired.
There was more, too: between the curls there was a pronounced line of pink, the color of a person's lips. He knew instinctively what that had to be. And the smell he had noticed the night before and when embracing her on coming home from school was overpowering now. Lucy bathed daily, but she felt a female should have a female spoor, and had no use whatsoever for vaginal deodorants. That, combined with the fact that her supercharged cunt was almost always wet with female lubricants meant that there was always plenty for a male nose to enjoy.
She gave a final tug on her skirt, and everything was exposed. The soft, crinkly cuntlips, with a few droplets of pussy juice glistening on them and on the surrounding growth of female fur. The hard little clit just peeping out between the enveloping pink folds. The tawny vee of pubic hair reaching up over her love-mound until it came to a neat stop, leaving the creamy expanse of her belly, swelling softly upward.
In a sort of trance, Scotty placed his hands on that smooth belly and slid them back and forth, marveling in the silky smoothness of her skin. The actual temple of her femininity there between her legs, agonizing though his desire for it was, was something which he did not dare approach without permission from the goddess herself.
The permission was not long in coming. She gently took his head in her hands and pulled it towards her, pulled it back to its source and origin, pulled it to the gate through which all males enter the world, and into which they all wish to return.
That was all the urging that he needed. He moved his face forward the last few inches, then pressed his lips against her labia, soft male lips against softer female lips, eager mouth against hot, hungry cunt!
Lucy shuddered as she felt the pressure of Scotty's mouth. He worked it back and forth, while his eyes drank in every detail of her womanly equipment. The sound of loud sniffing told her that his nose was drinking in something else that he found equally irresistible: the divine odor of Woman.
His tongue slid out of his mouth and glided back and forth over her labia. Almost by accident, for all that womanly terrain was something he had never had a chance to explore, the tip of his tongue touched against her clitoris.
She felt a shudder ripple up her spine, and had to exercise all her powers of concentration to keep from cumming. The response was not lost on Scotty, who didn't know much about sex, but was a very observant little boy. He knew now that that hard little button was something he had best leave alone until he was ready to make her cum. And even though he knew she was aching to do just that, he instinctively sensed that she wanted to wait, too, wanted to continue to enjoy the tantalizing pleasure, the delicious agony, that his tongue was inflicting on her delicate twat. It wasn't difficult for him to guess that, since even though his prick was screaming for release, he knew that he wanted to go on eating his beloved Mrs. Eccles' cunt for a while longer, yet.
He slid his tongue towards the most mysterious and feminine thing she had to offer, her cunt-hole itself. The way she had her legs spread, it was partly open, the soft folds of cuntskin pulled slightly back. He slid the tongue on into it, deep, deep, deep, pressing it against the cunt walls while Lucy writhed in ecstasy.
She pulled her sweater up so that her tits were exposed. She did not have a bra on, and that meant that her hands had full access to her tits, which were in just about as frantic a state as her cunt was. The nipples were already swollen and aching as she took them between the thumb and forefinger of each hand and rolled and pressed them unmercifully.
After pushing his tongue into her cunt as far as it could go, Scotty pulled it out all of a sudden, so as to get as much of that glorious woman-juice into his mouth as he possibly could. The fact that its actual taste was mostly just salty-sweet didn't mean that he was any the less hungry for it. After relishing the stuff for a moment, he sent his tongue back to collect more, like a bee going after nectar.
"Can't ... stand it! Can't ... can't ... CAN'T!"
There was a note of real desperation in her voice, and although Scotty knew instinctively that she had enjoyed everything that he had done to her so far, he realized that enough was enough. His cock was worked up to the point that it was driving him mad with its cum-need, and he had been carefully refraining from touching it so as to keep it from going off. He could imagine what Mrs.
Eccles' cunt must be like, seeing as he had been working it over with his tongue for several minutes now.
He pulled his tongue out slowly and tantalizingly until just the tip of it was still in her vagina. This he worked slowly around in a circle, pulling the edge of her super-tenderized pussy now this way, now that, while her whole body quivered and trembled in agonized anticipation.
Scotty could hardly wait now, but somehow he forced himself. He knew he had done a good job by making Lucy wait for her cum, and he didn't want to spoil the effect now by hurrying things. He slipped the tonguetip the rest of the way out of the cunt, then slid it along her soggy labia until he came to her hard clit.
Fuck! He's got to do it! He's got to! Lucy thought, the sweat pouring down her face, her head tossing wildly from side to side while she mashed and kneaded her breasts in an effort to distract herself from the frantic sensation churning up her cunt.
Closer and closer Scotty moved his tongue towards her clit, and then, suddenly, FLICK! FLICK! FLICK! It darted back and forth across Lucy's fun-button in quick succession.
That was all it took.
Lucy felt herself hang on the brink of her cum for just a split second longer, and then suddenly her pussy exploded in a dazzling, mind-blowing, spine-twisting CUM! Her pelvis bucked and heaved as all the pent-up energy that had been driving her mad ever since that morning cut loose in a holocaust of wild cunt-joy!
"UH! UH! UHHHHHH!" she moaned, her breath coming out in great spasmodic sobs as her pelvis bucked and heaved, and still she came and came.
Wham! Wham! Wham! It shuddered against the little boy's face, but he didn't mind. He buried his nose against her labia and rode with the wild spasms of her bronco cunt, while his tongue licked and licked at an agonized clit that couldn't stand to be touched any more, but that somehow still wanted attention, too, even as it pulsed with the orgasmic energy of a female explosion.
"Whewwwwwwwww!" Lucy let out a last sigh as her hips finally quieted down, and her cunt stopped squeezing and contracting as if to hold on to a cock that it didn't have inside it. Done. She was done. She had lived through the tornado, and could hardly believe that she had. As her spinning head slowed down, all she was conscious of was the fact that something soft and gentle was still licking at her played-out cunt. Scotty's tongue. He was trying to lick her dry, but it was impossible for the more he licked, the more pussy-fluid she kept secreting. It was a hopeless task, but he didn't mind that. She was so soft and pink and female there between the legs that even though his cock was crying for action, and had been all day, he would have been perfectly content to just remain there with his head between her legs, licking her cunt-juices and smelling her female odors.
Playfully, Lucy threw the hem of her skirt over his head. That meant that he couldn't get much of a view, but he didn't mind. It was somehow very comforting to be there in the dark, with the moisture and the delicate female smell. What he didn't realize was that it was the womb-like quality of his situation that appealed to him. And though she had thought she was just being playful, it was in fact just that womb-like quality which she had unconsciously sought to create for him.
All that licking was starting to get her sort of fired up again, though not yet to anything like the degree she had been before her cum. Still, a little action in her cunt wouldn't feel at all bad now, she reasoned, and besides, she had poor little Scotty to think of. She could imagine what kind of frantic state that his cock must be in.
And in fact, his cock was quite literally aching from being stiff for so long, so that although he regretted having to take his mouth away from her cunt, he didn't really mind at all when she said, "C'mon sport, let's give that prick of yours some action."
She decided that it would be a good idea to fuck this time in the missionary position. Top-riding was a lot of fun-maybe even her favorite position-but she realized that she had a definite responsibility toward little Scotty. She had to teach him to be able to play a full, active male role, and even though she preferred her males rather on the passive side, she was perfectly aware that this wasn't the prevailing standard of society as a whole.
"Since I did all the work last night, how about you doing it this time?" she said with a smile that indicated that in fact "doing all the work" was not something that she really minded.
"Uh ... okay," Scotty said, anxious to please, as always. He felt a bit of two minds about Mrs. Eccles' remark. On one hand, he wanted to learn all the things that men do with women, and mere daily exposure to society as it is had made him unconsciously aware that men were supposed to play the more active role. The success that he had had in licking Mrs. Eccles' cunt had encouraged him and done a lot for his self-confidence. But he was aware of how little he still knew about fucking, and the last thing in the world that he wanted to do was make a fool of himself.
Lucy, who was a sensitive soul, understood just from looking at him what this mental conflict was, and she said to him with a soft, encouraging smile, "Don't worry, sport, it's easy. Besides, everyone has to learn sometime, so I'll give you a few pointers as we go along."
"Okay," he said, and this "okay" sounded a good deal more confident than the previous one had done.
Lucy lay back on the sofa, her head resting in a mass of cushions that she had piled up, her legs spread so that her gash was clearly visible to the excited twelve-year-old. She had pulled her sweater all the way off so that he had a perfectly unobstructed view of her big breasts. They lay flattened on her chest from their own weight, but because they were so big, that still meant that they stood up plenty. The nipples were not yet erect, for they had softened up when he had finished tonguing her cunt to its cum. She knew though from past experience that it would not take terribly much effort on his part to turn them from soft, yielding rosebuds into hard, aching passion-nubs.
"Now," she said softly, "lie on top of me, like that." She felt the slight weight of his youthful body press down against her belly and her tits, flattening the latter even more. It was enough, in fact, to cause her nipples to give their first new stirrings of hardness.
"Now...."
"I th-think I've got it," Scotty said. She couldn't help smiling at the obvious contrast in his voice between his desire to show his skill as a grown-up, sexually experienced male, and his knowledge that he was in fact nothing of the sort.
He poked his prick at her labia, missing the entrance to her vagina. To keep from putting him off, Lucy managed to keep from wincing, even though she was sufficiently tender between the legs to prefer not to be given sharp pokes there with hard pricks. And one thing about that cum-starved cock of Scotty's, it was hard if it was anything. Thin-maybe; hairless-certainly; but undeniably as rigid as any one that she had ever come across.
Scotty poked again, once more missing his target.
"Don't worry," she said to him with a smile and a reassuring, maternal note in her voice. "All men do that-even ones who've done a lot of fucking."
That wasn't, strickly speaking, true, but she was a lot more interested in building up this darling little boy's ego than she was in anything as abstract as sticking to the truth. She was aware just how protective she felt toward him. He was her boy in more ways than one.
He eased his cock forward again, and this time, by either luck or design, he got it aimed right. She felt the tip of it force open the entrance to her cunt.
Scotty couldn't see down there, but the enveloping folds of her cuntlips felt about right. He gingerly shoved forward a little farther, and felt her cunt walls part. There could be no doubt about it. He had gotten his cock into her at last. It was already very stiff, but the excitement he felt at succeeding at last in his first attempt to play the aggressive role in fucking caused his tool to stiffen up a little bit more, even though that just increased the ache that it felt.
In he shoved, farther and farther, until he had driven it all the way home. He paused there a moment, reveling in the pressure of her cunt.
"M-Mrs. Eccles?"
"Why don't you call me Aunt Lucy?" she suggested.
"Aunt Lucy, I'm afraid that if I move I'll go off, before you've had a chance to have any fun."
That wonderful naive remark made her heart go out even more to the little fellow. She tried to think back on how many of the males she had fucked with over the years had really given much of a damn whether she had any fun or not. Damn few.
"Why don't you just rest there inside me for a moment. Also, though of course I don't really know what it's like to be a man, a man I once knew told me when I asked him how men held back their cums when they wanted to that it sometimes helped him to loosen up the muscles in his legs and to breathe regularly and deeply," she said.
"Okay, Aunt Lucy," he said, with that little-boy openness and trust that she regarded as one of his most endearing qualities. And in fact he found that her advice really helped. While waiting for his cock to cool down a bit-and it was by now so excited that there was no way short of an actual cum that it could possibly go soft on him as it lay there inside her vagina-he raised his chest up by pressing one arm against the sofa and used the other hand to play with her breasts. With him, in additional to the usual pleasures that a woman's body can bring to the male allowed to fondle it, there was the joy of discovery. He felt like some kind of explorer as he learned one female reaction after another. For instance, he smiled as he saw how quickly the teasing motion of his fingertips made her nipples swell up into the hard mounds that he remembered sucking the night before.
As she felt that finger-action, Lucy thought once again what great potential he had as a cocksman. Even though he was just a little boy, there was something very sensitive and perceptive about the way he went about giving her body pleasure. What she liked in him was above all his innocence and inexperience. But she knew that in the future, other women would admire in him a very, very capable stud. And her? Well, perhaps by then she'd have some other boy to whom she could teach the mysteries which a woman's body has to offer.
"Ready now?" Lucy asked. He nodded his head to indicate that his prick had cooled off enough so that he could actually move it back and forth without going off instantly in her cunt. That was good, because the mere presence of his cock inside her twat, plus the tantalizing attention that he was giving to her nipples, had gotten her quite cranked up. In fact, she reasoned that the two of them were probably on the same level of excitement, and of course, that was something which was all to the good.
"I just want to show you something," she said to him, and she lifted her legs up and crossed them behind his back, after pulling them up quite high.
"The position we are doing, with the woman on her back, is called the Missionary," she explained. "This is a modification of it. Feel the difference?"
"Uh-huh," he said. "It makes your ... your...."
"My cunt."
"Your cunt tighter."
"That's right," she said. "Shall I keep my legs like this? You'll still be doing most of the work. This just makes me nicer for you."
"Okay," he said. She was glad to hear that, because pulling her legs up made the position nicer for her, too. As far as she was concerned, the regular missionary position wasn't a patch on the regular one.
"After all," she reasoned, "having a lot of tightness between the cock and the cunt is what it's all about."
"Shall I start?" he asked.
"Uh-huh."
Gingerly, he pulled his cock back, then thrust it home again. There was something jerky about the way he did it, and both of them were aware of the fact. She hoped that it didn't spoil his self-confidence.
In fact, his self-confidence was more resilient than she gave it credit for being. Scotty knew how much of a novice he was in this business of fucking, and just resolved to try all the harder to sharpen his new skills.
The second stroke was a lot better, and the third was better still. The jerkiness had almost gone, and the timidity of the first strokes was being replaced by a new assertiveness. Lucy had to admit to herself that she was impressed by how fast he was picking up the knack of it.
Back and forth he shoved, his cock gliding and sliding on her fast-flowing female lubricants, while her cunt clutched tightly at his rod. He was pumping faster and faster now, really getting into the rhythm of things, really fucking like someone who knew something about it. Lucy felt a bit sorry that the boyish innocence was starting to disappear, but she felt proud of her pupil. It wasn't every woman who had a chance to turn a little boy into a young man. She may have missed the experience of motherhood, but what she was doing now seemed to her to be equally important. She was giving the final touch to someone else's creation, putting the icing on the cake, so to speak, and who wants a cake without icing?
His young leg-muscles flexed as he drove the prick back and forth inside her. Every thrust caused a quiver to pulse up his spine as he felt the contact between soft cunt and hard cock, wet twat and dry prick, female softness and receptivity and his own new manhood.
"Uh ... uh ... uh...." His Aunt Lucy was breathing hard now, and her big hips were giving funny sort of counterthrusts to meet his strokes. He knew now that she was not trying to take direction of the fuck away from him. Rather, he had succeeded in bringing her to such a state of cum-need that her body was responding automatically, just like it was supposed to do.
Faster, faster, faster. Pumping, bucking, heaving, hard prick, working away, winding her up tighter, and tighter, and tighter....
His hands were working away frantically on her tits. He was resting with them between him and her, so that his fingers could press easily into the yeilding white flesh that surrounded the nipples, or tease and play with the hard love-knobs themselves.
"Cum! Make me cum! Make me cum!" That was the same tone he had heard from Lucy before, when he was eating her out, but this time it was not so desperate. She wouldn't mind if he prolonged the action a bit more....
She felt her muscles tying themselves in knots, felt her nerves charge up with electricity, ready for the final jolt ... felt herself going out of her gourd with her burning, churning, frantic fuck-need!
Scotty was grunting now as he rammed his prick home again, and again, and again. He could hardly stand it himself. He'd been waiting for this all day, and now he was almost there ... almost ... almost....
He sensed that the next thrust was going to be enough to set him off. He knew, in fact, that he couldn't possibly hold his cum back any longer. All he could do was hope that she was ready, too.
To help her over the top if she wasn't ready to go there he wanted to make the last stroke an extra special one. He didn't have much experience with sex, but that which he had had had indicated to him just how important tantalizing slowness could be, and so that was the principle he was working on. He pulled his cock back very gradually, and then rammed it home again, inch by inch.
"Gonna ... gonna ... gonna...." Lucy babbled, beside herself with tension. And then suddenly, she felt a shock hit her belly almost as if someone had punched it. It was followed by another, and another, and another, and she knew that she was cumming, big, big, and hard and wild!
Her twat grabbed at the boyish penis that filled it, clutched it, squeezed it, pressed, and drove it into a series of pulsing spasms in which it unloaded its sperm in long, hard spurts that went on and on while Scotty groaned, "Ah! Ah! Ahhhh!"
"Cum in me, baby! Cum! Cum!" Lucy gasped, even as his prick blasted away.
One last shudder and shiver and quiver, and then the two of them were lying back gasping and panting.
And at that instant, the phone rang, loud and sharp, cutting through the sound of their heavy breathing.
"Fuck!" Lucy said, reaching for it. It was on a table at her end of the sofa, and a strange tic she had was that she was unable to leave a ringing phone unanswered, no matter how inconvenient answering it might be. In fact, she remembered one time she had reached for a bedside phone while a man was actually thrusting his cock back and forth inside her, much to his annoyance.
"Hi there, Lucy!"
"Judy?" Judy was Scotty's mother.
"Uh-huh. How're things?"
"You back in town already? I thought that you were supposed to be gone a few more weeks." Lucy thought she did a pretty good job of disguising the disappointment she felt at the possibility that Scotty's mother had returned to take him back.
"No, I'm calling from Venice, of all places. Our room has a direct outside line, and there was a little booklet next to it saying how direct-dialing has been established between Italy and the United States. You have to dial about a million numbers to get through, but as you can see, it works. I've already written you a letter which I guess you'll be getting tomorrow or the next day, but I couldn't resist trying out this weird national area code and everything."
Frugality was never one of Judy's strong points, Lucy recollected.
"Anyway, what I wanted to tell you was that you won't be burdened with taking care of Scotty any longer."
"Oh, he's been very good," Lucy answered truthfully. The boy's prick was still inside her cunt, and still quite hard, for that matter. "What's up, anyway?"
"Well," Judy said, "Gordon and I have been having a wonderful time, and you've no idea how relaxed I feel now." One indication of how relaxed she felt, Lucy realized, was the way she paid no attention to the beeps which indicated what had to be five dollar charges being added to her bill with great rapidity.
"Anyway," Judy said, "since school is going to be out in a couple of days, we thought it would be nice to have Scotty come over here so we could prolong this into a real family vacation."
Gordon was the head of his own company so he wasn't bound to any set amount of goofing off like other mortals, Lucy knew.
The upshot was that Judy wanted Lucy to buy a plane ticket for Scotty with money that she and Gordon would wire from Venice so he could come over as soon as school was out. Needless to say, Lucy was thanked profusely for going to this trouble.
Judy asked to talk to Scotty, and the little boy pulled his cock out of Lucy's cunt before getting to the phone. Lucy suspected that he would have felt guilty to talk to his mother with his penis inside a woman's cunt. She had to admire the skill with which he pretended to be excited by the prospect of a European vacation with his parents. The look on his face told her otherwise. He liked his parents, and normally got on quite well with them, but he had found something here which he knew he would enjoy a lot more than seeing a lot of old palaces and churches.
When he put the phone down, he burst into tears and buried his face between Lucy's soft, enveloping breasts.
"I love you," he sobbed. "I don't want to go."
"Hush," she said. "Hush." Perhaps it was best that he be forced to leave her like this, before his emotional attachment to her became too strong.
Words didn't seem to comfort him very much, so she tried a more physical approach, by taking his prick in her hand and starting to pull on it.
It was soft at first, but the more she pulled, the harder it got, until soon it seemed as stiff as if he hadn't just had a fuck with it. She suspected that it might be better to wait a bit before trying for a second shot, however, so she said to him, "you've become a big man now. Before you go, there's something we should celebrate. The first fuck where you called the shots, how about a first drink of whiskey?"
That perked him up, and though there was a lot of coughing and sneezing as he sipped the whiskey, by the time he had finished it twenty minutes later, he had a warm glow inside, and his prick was furiously ready again, after all the discreet feels that she had been giving it while they sat together on the sofa drinking.
"C'mon, tiger, how about some more action?" she asked him. He nodded his eager agreement.
"Shall I give you a rest this time?" she asked with a smile. Another nod. He lay back on the sofa, and she straddled him. He looked up at her, with her gently swelling belly and hanging tits. He reached his hands up to cup those wonderful breasts as she lowered her wet cunt around his stiff penis. Playing the aggressive role was fine for most times, he realized, but now he was sad, knowing he was to be taken away from her, and what he wanted to be was comforted, and it was very comforting to lie back while this beautiful woman showed by the care and effort with which she worked her tight cunt over his prick just how much she loved him.
Dreamy, heavenly sensations of tight, wet female flesh, of yielding womanly softness, and then release once again as his prick shot its load up into her receptive body. And for the next couple of days, at least, there was more fucking to come.
CHAPTER FOUR
Lucy Eccles' eyes and cunt were wet as she stood on the airport observation deck and watched Scotty's 747 take off and head for Europe. Her eyes were wet from tears, for she was desperately sorry to see him go. and the moisture in her pussy was cunt juice called forth by memories of past fucks she had had with the little boy.
There was one thing she was certain of: she absolutely had to find some other young boy for a lover. She knew now, after the few days of bliss that she had had with Scotty, that her real sexual happiness could only come with a very young boy's prick working back and forth inside her cunt, or his tongue slurping and sloshing back and forth over her labia.
The only trouble was that she didn't have any idea how she was going to be able to find another boy to replace Scotty. Having his parents ask her to take him in for a couple of weeks had been a fantastic stroke of good fortune, and she didn't think it likely that another one like it would be coming her way for a long while.
As she walked back through the airport lounge she realized that she just had to find some sort of relief for her tingling clit and oozing vagina. No matter how hard she tried to concentrate on the problem at hand, she found that mental images of Scotty's cock kept crowding into her mind. Sometimes, she just had to have relief for her cunt, and now was one of those times. Of course, there was no way in which she could find a boy on such short notice, but she knew from past experience that in a pinch her hand was able to do pretty well.
She glanced around. There was a door with a silhouette of a woman on the door. That had to be the ladies' room. She walked in and found it empty. She entered the farthest booth from the door and after putting her handbag on the fold-down shelf, she pulled down her panties and hitched up her skirt and sat down on the toilet seat.
She wanted to be fairly quick about beating off, since she didn't want anyone to notice that the booth was occupied for an abnormal length of time. After all, the last thing on earth she was interested in was a gay pickup.
Because Lucy's cunt was almost always somewhat horny, she had devised a quickie technique which allowed her to get herself to a cum in very short order. Often, during a boring party, she had excused herself for a moment and gotten herself off in the time most women take to piss.
The technique consisted simply of concentrating almost all her efforts on her clit. She took the hard little button between her right hand thumb and forefinger and pulled on it almost like someone trying to get milk out of a nipple might pull on that. She pressed her remaining fingers hard against her soggy cuntlips.
"Mmmm, does that ever feel good....Oh, man-oh, MAN!"
Her hips were sort of grinding around on the toilet seat as she continued to feel up her cunt. She tugged and pulled furiously at her clit, and held her breath as she did so. For some reason she found that holding her breath and stiffening the muscles in her legs made her cum sooner.
"Uh! Uh! Uh!" she gasped almost inaudibly. She knew she mustn't attract attention. But she was almost there....
One final tug, and BLASTOFF! Her hips wriggled and writhed as pulsation after pulsation of frantic female fuck-joy slammed against the small of her back.
"Whewwwwww!"
She was sort of out of breath, but she couldn't take deep gasps as that would have been too audible, and she had been paying too much attention to her hand-job to notice whether or not anyone else had come into the ladies' room while she was beating off.
Normally, when she beat off, she liked to lick the pussy juice off her fingers. But since her hand had had to be fairly close to the water in the toilet bowl, she decided to forget that pleasure this time, and just wiped her fingers clean with toilet paper instead.
In a jiffy she had her panties back up, her skirt down, and her pocketbook in her hand. She sailed out the door of the ladies' room a mere three minutes after she went in, her cunt a good deal pacified and her thoughts a lot clearer.
So, she thought, back to problem number one. How to get another boy. The problem was compounded by the fact that not any boy would do. She liked the emotional closeness that had existed between her and Scotty almost as much as she had enjoyed the sex itself. So any new boy she found would have to be one whose personality she liked.
Lucy wasn't able to come up with a solution to her problem, though, and worrying about it kept her from getting very much sleep that night. At six in the morning she decided to get up and get herself a glass of warm milk to see if that would help her sleep.
Restless and bored, she wandered into the living room sipping her milk when she heard a thump at the door. Wondering who it could be, she opened it and found her newspaper lying on the doormat. Just two houses down the street she could see the paperboy throwing newspapers at people's front doors from his bicycle. She wished that she could get a long look at him. He certainly didn't appear to be very big....
As it happened, she got her wish. After throwing one more paper, he wheeled his bike around and started pedaling slowly back. Her house was obviously right at the end of his route.
On an impulse, she signaled to him with her hand as he headed by, and lightly called out, "hey."
The boy stopped and got off his bicycle, which he wheeled up her front path. He wondered what this woman wanted. He hoped she wasn't going to complain because the papers had been late several times this week. He didn't know that she normally never got up until hours after he passed by on his bicycle.
What he also didn't know was that Lucy's clit was stiffening up into a hard little passion-button under her bathrobe, which was all she had on. The material of the bathrobe was sufficiently sheer so that if he had been looking at her breasts he would have been able to see the little bumps that appeared on them as the nipples followed the clit's example. But at eleven years and ten months, the boy was not yet experienced enough to look for such things.
"What do you want, ma'am?" he asked. He had almost convinced himself that he was in for a chewing out because of the late papers. He wondered if he could make up a plausible excuse, or if he would have to admit that the reason for the lateness was his failure to get up on time. He was genuinely relieved when Lucy spoke to him with a warm, friendly tone of voice.
"Hi. I don't mean to hold you up or anything," she said, "but I just happened to be up, and I noticed you going by, and thought that you might like a cup of cocoa or something, and maybe some cookies."
Even though it was early June, the mornings were still pretty brisk that early, and the boy happened to be very fond of both cocoa and cookies. And if this lady got into the habit of giving him cocoa, she might continue to do it in the winter, when he really needed it. After all, it was a long ride back home.
"Sure, thanks." he said, with a wide, boyish smile that showed the braces on his teeth.
Lucy wasn't acting out any clearly formed plan. She was just developing the situation bit by bit. Hell, even if she didn't score with the little fellow now, that didn't mean that she wouldn't after she got to know him a bit better. Besides, it would be nice to have a little boy to talk to. If nothing else it would be better than just tossing and turning in bed trying to go to sleep.
She sat the boy down at the kitchen table and made him a nice hot mug of cocoa. She was very fond of cookies, and had some very expensive ones. She loaded a plate with them and plunked them down in front of him. His eyes widened. He didn't normally have breakfast until he got back from his route, since his mother wasn't up until then, and he really felt famished.
"What's your name?" Lucy asked.
"Rick," the boy replied.
They chatted on for a while, with Lucy listening attentively while he told her about how he was in little league and the scouts, and how one of the reasons he had a paper route was so he could by a complete scout uniform. So far all he had was the neckerchief and the hat.
"The neckerchief's just about the most important part of a scout's equipment, isn't it?" she asked. She had heard that somewhere.
"Sure is. That really kind of symbolizes the fact you're a scout," he said enthusiastically, and went on to explain all the symbolism of the scout neckerchief. This woman, Mrs. Eccles, was one of the neatest women he'd ever met. She didn't talk down to him like some grown-up ladies did.
What he didn't understand was why his breath was coming quickly, and why his prick was pushing up against his pants. He'd always wondered why it sometimes did that, but he'd never had the nerve to ask either his dad or mom.
Lucy was such a thoroughly sensual woman that she caught this signal of sexual interest. From the innocent look on Rick's face she was almost completely certain that he didn't really know what the score was. That really made her own motor hum, because the innocence of little boys was one of the things that most attracted her to them. Besides, it meant that she had a chance of scoring, and the thought that maybe, just maybe, she could be having sex with a little boy in a few minutes caused drop after drop of female lubricant to come sliding down her leg.
What should the next step be? Suddenly it hit her. One reason the little fellow was so excited was that her bathrobe had come partly open, so that he got a pretty good view of her cleavage. Lucy knew perfectly well what fine tits she had, and what an asset they were in getting males interested.
She got up and walked around to where he was sitting.
"Like another cup of cocoa?" she asked, desperately hoping that the answer would be yes. "Sure. Thanks a lot."
She bent over as she picked up the cup, and gave a little tug on her bathrobe as she did so. The result was that it opened a little more, and that meant that little Rick was getting to look at just about everything her tits had to offer except for her nipples. Well, if things worked out like she had planned, it wouldn't be too long before he was looking at those. Or sucking on them, for that matter.
She refilled his cup and bent over again as she laid it in front of him. This time, a slight wiggle of her shoulders and another tug on her bathrobe meant that her right breast rolled lazily out into the open and hung in front of his face, nipple and all. She heard him gasp, and saw him wince slightly, too. She guessed that the reason for the wincing was the pressure exerted on his cock by his pants.
"If he doesn't like that, he'll just never be interested in girls," she thought as the boy continued to stare dumbfounded at her exposed tit.
"Here," she said gently, holding her bathrobe open."
"Would you please help me put it back? Just pop it in while I hold my robe open for it."
The boy was too overwhelmed by the sight of that glorious breast to stop to wonder why it was that putting it back inside the robe was a two-person operation. Instead, he just placed his trembling hands around the big, pendulous tit. At first he was afraid to squeeze it too hard, for he suspected it might be delicate, but in order to slide it back in behind the bathrobe, he had to press it firmly, for Lucy intentionally held the bathrobe in such a way as not to leave him very much room for the task of re-insertion.
Just as he got it in, she let the other one roll free.
"I don't know how I manage to be so clumsy. If I can't control these things, I just don't have any right to have them at all, I guess."
As he placed his now violently shaking fingers around the other tit, Rick couldn't imagine who could have more of a right to have breasts than this beautiful, soft-voiced woman.
Needless to say, Lucy was in a state of sexual excitement bordering on panic as she felt the kid's clumsy caresses.
Rick still didn't know why he felt like he did. All he knew was that his cock ached in its efforts to break free of the restraint offered by his pants, and that little beads of sweat were standing out on his forehead.
When both breasts were finally back behind the bathrobe, Lucy said simply, "you did me a favor just then. Would you like me to do you a favor?"
"Y-yes," the little boy gulped. Although he had no experience in these matters, he guessed instinctively that the favor Lucy had in mind for him involved his prick, and he very much wanted to be on the receiving end of that kind of favor, whatever it might actually involve.
Lucy thought for a moment that if she wanted to she could fuck with him here and now. But she decided that it would be best to restrain herself until she could make sure the boy could be trusted. Besides, since he was obviously totally naive, it was probably best to break him into the art of fucking slowly.
So instead, she knelt down by the chair and unzipped his pants. The cock reared up against the underpants right away, and though it appeared that it was smaller than Scotty's had been, it looked like it was going to prove every bit as hard.
Teasingly, tantalizing, she pulled the white cotton fabric of the underpants down, till all at once the prick slipped free and in an instant expanded to its full size. It was rather pale, with faint bluish veins, and stiff as a broom handle. As with Scotty, there was very little pubic hair showing, but just as with him, this didn't mean that the cock was any less capable of getting an erection.
She put her hand around it gently, and gave a squeeze. Rick gave a gasp, and the already rock-hard cock tried to stiffen up even more, with the result that it gave what felt to Lucy's fingers like a shiver.
Rick was wound up like a spring that's about to bust. He guessed now what it was that this wonderful lady had in mind. In fact, he had touched his own prick a few times in the past when it had gotten stiff, but he hadn't dared do more than that, for fear that it might be wrong. But what this lady was planning couldn't possibly be wrong. After all, grown-ups knew the difference between right and wrong, or were at least always saying that they did.
Lucy's clit was just screaming for attention. She slid her left hand between the folds of her bathrobe and started running her fingers back and forth across her labia, giving the lightest possible little flicks to her supersensitive hair trigger from time to time.
Her other hand ran up and down Rick's cock, which felt like it was going to break in two if it kept trying to get any stiffer. She slid her tongue out from between her lips and ran it across the top of the penis, paying particular attention to the piss hole. Rick shuddered with delight, and Lucy realized that if she was going to keep this up for very much longer, she had better be careful, because this inexperienced little cock was very close to its cum already.
"Do you know what's going to happen if I keep touching and licking your prick?" she asked softly.
"N-no."
"All at once all sorts of creamy stuff will shoot out of it and into my mouth."
She licked her lips to indicate just how much she was looking forward to that particular event.
"Is that all right?" he asked.
"Perfectly all right," she said. "If you don't have a woman around, you can use your hand to get the same kind of effect. And though some people pretend it's wrong, that's just because they don't know otherwise."
Rick leaned back in the chair, relieved to know that what was going on was all above board. There was something about this woman who was so wonderful that he felt he could trust her absolutely on moral questions, or on anything else for that matter.
Lucy noticed that he seemed relieved to have this matter taken care of, and would be able to enjoy the mouth job a lot more now that it had been. So, she was glad to have taken the time off from her licking to tell the boy not to worry about what they were doing, but she was even more glad to get back to work on that fine stiff prick of his.
Her left hand was sopping wet now as she pulled and shoved on her dainty cuntlips. As for her tits, the nipples were swollen up to about three times their non-excited size. Her whole body was in tune for the coming crescendo.
After running her lips around the shaft of Rick's prick one more time, she slid her mouth over the knob of the thing and started to suck away.
"So good! It feels so good! So goddamn good!" Rick gasped. He had heard his father say "goddamn" once, and it struck him as a very manly thing to say in the circumstances. If she hadn't had her mouth full of prick, Lucy would have smiled.
To tell the truth, his prick felt just about as good to her lips as her lips felt to his prick, and she was also getting all that action that she was giving to herself between the legs. She felt the muscles in her back tense, and knew that she was very close to her cum indeed.
She was pulling her lips up the length of his cock, then sliding them down again, with an even sort of rhythm similar to that of a prick sliding back and forth inside a cunt.
"Huhhh! Huhhhh! Huhhhhh!"
Those weren't sounds that Rick was coming out with because he thought his father would use them. They were natural groans of ecstasy caused by the diligent work of Lucy's mouth, which was driving up to higher and higher levels of frenetic cum-need without giving his cock the release it needed.
She was sliding her fingers up and down inside her twat while flicking her labia with her thumb. Her whole body was vibrating with unsatisfied cum-craving, and she knew she had to get them both off right away. Neither he nor she could stand any more of this wonderful torture.
She moved her lips up to the sensitive spot where the knob of his prick met the shaft, and started pressing her mouth against it as hard as she could, while her tongue slid back and forth over his piss hole.
She felt his cock give that telltale pre-cum stiffening, and then it cut loose with a wild spasm that sent a huge gob of virginal sperm up against the back of her mouth, followed by another and another.
At that instant she pressed her thumb against her agonized clit, and her hips rocked and swung to the force of her mighty cunt-blast, as together they came, and came and came, muscles shaking, nerves pulsing. It was quite a go.
Lucy heard Rick give a long drawn out sigh of relief as his cock stopped firing. There was a look of angelic contentment on his face. She was glad she had taken the time to reassure him on the morality of what they were doing, since otherwise, she suspected, this might have been a moment of guilt and self-recrimination for him, now that his fuck-need had drained away.
As for her, she felt very happy. In the first place, she had a whole mouthful of spunk, and it was rare for her not to feel happy when that was the case. Besides, even though feeling herself off while blowing a boy was not quite the same thing as having him give her a cum directly with his prick or tongue, it was close enough, and much, much more satisfying than a solitary hand job, which always struck her as having a slightly lonely quality to it.
Lucy pulled her mouth off of Rick's cock carefully, then, after using her tongue to slosh the spunk around in her mouth a bit, she swallowed it down in one big, contented gulp.
"You a happy boy?" she asked Rick.
"Ma'am, that was just ... just...." His voice trailed off vaguely. Obviously, what he felt about the experience he had just had was so overwhelmingly positive that he couldn't think how to put it into words.
"Would you like to have cocoa and cookies with me regularly?" she asked, with an inflection in her voice which indicated plainly what was implied by the code-phrase "cocoa and cookies."
Rick nodded enthusiastically.
"One thing, though," Lucy said. "Even though there's nothing at all wrong with what we just did, like I told you, not everyone understands. So you better not tell anyone about our doing this. Not even your mother."
Rick nodded again, then looked at the watch he had gotten for his last birthday.
"Wow! Speaking of mom, I'd better be getting home or she'll think something has happened to me," Rick said.
"Something has happened to you," Lucy thought. "You've started to turn into a man." It was this business of creating men which most appealed to Lucy in her fascination with boys. Although she didn't know it, it flattered a deeply buried desire to be a mother.
Rick zipped up his pants again, and after saying "Thank you very much, ma'm," to Lucy as if cocoa and cookies were all that he had received, he headed out the door. As he pedaled away on his bike, Lucy smiled contentedly at the thought that not merely had this morning been delightful, but there were probably many more mornings like it to come.
CHAPTER FIVE
The fact that she had not gotten much sleep the night before didn't do much to help Lucy sleep that night. She felt like a kid waiting through the night of Christmas eve, waiting to be able to get up and go look at his presents. She glanced at the bedside clock. One-thirty. If he came a bit early, which she was sure that he would so as to be able to spend more time with her, she still had four hours to wait.
Finally, she drifted off into a fitful sleep full of all sorts of wild dreams about Scotty, and Rick. Both of them appealed to her equally, because both of them had the same quality of wide-eyed innocence tinged with a trace of growing masculine desire.
Rick didn't have much of an easier time getting to sleep. He had been fidgety and restless all day, particularly after school. He had thought about going over to Mrs. Eccles', but since she had not said anything about doing so (it had somehow not occurred to her that she might meet him at any other time than the morning) he didn't dare go, for fear of making her angry. And the thought that he might be wasting a fine opportunity made him all tense and edgy. So much so that at supper his mother had asked him if he was feeling all right. "Sure, mom," had been his reply as he looked down at the food on his plate.
Once he was in bed, the first thing that he did was masturbate. It was the first time he had ever done so, and only the second ejaculation he had had in his life, the first one being the one he had gotten from Lucy early that morning. Once the creamy boycum had shot out of his prick and onto his belly, he felt a little bit more relaxed, but he still couldn't keep himself from thinking about Mrs. Eccles instead of sleeping. She was the most wonderful woman in the world. As far as he was concerned, there could be no question about that at all. He even fantasized someone making a slighting remark in his presence so that he could defend her honor by punching the offender. The fact that he was a rather small boy who had never punched anyone in his life didn't in any way make the fantasy less powerful or enjoyable.
Finally the alarm went off, and he realized to his surprise that he had indeed gotten a bit of sleep. He had set the alarm forward from its usual position so that he would have more time with Mrs. Eccles. Mrs. Lucy Eccles. That was the name on her mailbox. Lucy! His Lucy! His beloved, adored, worshipped, divine Lucy! Maybe someday he would have a chance to sacrifice his life for her.
As he pulled on his underpants in the chilly bedroom-it was only five o'clock-he noticed that his cock was all. stiff. That made it sort of uncomfortable to stuff it into his pants, but he was perfectly willing to undergo discomfort if it was caused by Lucy! He knew he would never dare use her first name to her face, but in private he could whisper it reverently.
Lucy's alarm rang at the same time that Rick's did, even though that was about six hours earlier than she usually got up. She felt very excited but also very sleepy, and it occurred to her that maybe she could arrange some more convenient time for the two of them to meet.
"Well, if he can get up at this time to give me a fuck, I can get up to receive it," she thought, rubbing her eyes.
In fact she knew he wouldn't be there for perhaps an hour, but she wanted to get herself prettied up for him. Despite the fact that she was still a very, very fine-looking woman, she was, like most females in their mid-thirties, starting to feel a bit defensive about her appearance, so she preferred to pay a fair amount of attention to her looks before meeting the world, even if in this case the world was simply a horny little almost-twelve paperboy.
She took a quick bath, then brushed her hair, and applied some makeup. Not too much, because she was perfectly aware that she looked best when there was still a certain natural quality to her appearance.
As a final touch, she daubed perfume between her legs and between her breasts. After all, she reasoned, where was a horny male more likely to stick his face? On applying the perfume between her legs she was careful, though, not to get it on the actual labia. She had applied it there once before, a long while ago, and it had stung like mad and tasted very unpleasant to the lover whom she had put it there for, a man who believed that cunts were, above all, for licking.
A touch of powder, and that was it. This time, though, instead of an opaque bathrobe, she put on a nylon nightie through which the dark spots of her nipples and the triangle of her cunt were visible. There was more than a trace of exhibitionism in her, and as she looked at herself in the mirror, she thought, quite correctly, this'll sure put some starch in his pole.
Rick still had papers to deliver, and he pedaled along furiously, tossing them out to the left and right, so that he would reach the end of his route, and Lucy's cunt, sooner. A few fell kind of far from the doors that they were aimed at, but this morning it didn't occur to him to go retrieve them.
At last, he tossed off the final one and wheeled his bike around. Lucy was waiting for him. Out of habit, he had thrown her paper at her door as he went past, instead of keeping it with him to hand to her, and the thump told her that her boy lover would be there soon. Well, she was ready.
When an eager and anxious Rick got to her front door, he found a note on it reading, "R., please come in. The door's unlocked." He pushed it open, his heart beating wildly, and there she was.
Lucy had thought that it would be more dramatic if instead of her opening the door for him, he entered and found her spread out invitingly on the sofa.
Rick thought he was going to faint for a moment, his beloved Lucy was so feminine, so wonderful. She lay back on a pile of cushions, the nightie arranged so that most of her breasts were exposed except for the nipples, which peeped through the transparent, gauze-like material. Likewise, her cunt itself was semi-covered, but one long, creamy leg was fully exposed. Her lips, painted a rather dark red, were half open, and her eyelids were half closed, giving an impression of languorous sexiness.
"How do I look?" she asked gently.
Rick's only reply was to open his mouth wordlessly. She held her arms out beckoningly, and he advanced slowly toward her, still silent. When he was close enough for her to do so, she took his hands in hers, and suddenly he fell to his knees and pressed himself tightly against her, as if overwhelmed by her femininity. His head was right up against her bosom, and he could smell her perfume, which accentuated her quality of being a mysterious embodiment of the principle of femaleness.
Lucy felt very protective as she placed her arms around the small, masculine form. He had curly brown hair, and she ran her fingers through it playfully.
"L-Lucy!" he half sobbed, and then tried to correct himself. "I m-mean, Mrs. Eccles...."
"Shhhhh. Don't worry. Please call me Lucy. Eccles is someone else's name that I took once. I'd love for you to call me Lucy."
As he inhaled the rich mixture of French perfume and natural female smell, and pressed his face against the soft and yielding feminine flesh, Rick could hardly believe his ears. He was going to be allowed to call her Lucy, just as if he were her grown-up lover. His cock surged mightily against his pants, but he didn't mind the discomfort. Just being here next to her was all that mattered to him.
Lucy took a somewhat different view of the situation. It was a nice ego trip to be worshipped by this little boy like this, but what her cunt needed was some good stiff cock, and she was well aware that he could supply her with it. What she had to do was give his adoration a more practical purpose.
She undid his pants and pulled them down, along with his underpants. He wriggled out of both and dumped them on the floor. Then she unbuttoned his shirt and took that off, and even used her toes to remove his socks, so that he was stark naked. Something about the contrast between the boyish body in such a totally natural state, and her own, very contrived half-nudity really excited her.
His cock was ramrod stiff. She slid down on the cushions a bit and spread her legs so that the delicate pink gash of her cunt was fully exposed to his cock.
"Here," she said, "before we begin, have a look at what I'm like down there. Every man should know what a woman looks like."
He scooted down and gazed at the delicate cuntlips wet with womanly lubricant, and the tufts of brown hair growing around them.
"Put your hand there. Feel what I'm like," she purred. She honestly felt that it was an important part of his sex education for him to learn what a woman's sex organs were like, but she also liked the way in which all this investigation drew out and extended the period of delicious waiting and anticipation which she thought was in some ways every bit as enjoyable a part of sex as fucking itself.
When Lucy had decided that he had had enough time to familiarize himself with her cunt, she pulled him up gently so that his face was near hers.
"A kiss," she said simply. The only kisses that Rick had ever given had been to his mother, so he presented his mouth to her with the lips closed. She didn't say anything, preferring to teach by demonstration. She pressed her lips against his, then used them to force his open. Her tongue went darting into his mouth, and she felt a thrill of excitement as her tonguetip ran over his orthodontic braces. Not that there was anything so sexy about braces as such, but their presence emphasized how her partner was, indeed, just a little boy.
He was completely passive in her hands, waiting for her to show him what to do. At eleven going on twelve, even the most self-confident boy is liable to be somewhat overawed by a woman with the sexiness and mystique of Lucy.
She had originally thought of top-riding him like she had done with Scotty, so as to show him the fundamentals. But she hated the idea of getting into a rut, and she realized that there was no reason that the missionary position couldn't serve equally well for purposes of instruction, if she told him what it was that he should do.
Lucy placed a hand on each of his buttocks and kind of tugged on them until she had moved his hips into position. He moved where she indicated without a moment's hesitation, for he wasn't in the least bit ashamed of the fact that she knew far more about sex than he did.
Then, Lucy sort of slid her hips down along the sofa until the tip of his cock was pressing against the entrance to her cunt.
"Now!" she whispered, and gave another tug on his buttocks. Rick guessed what she meant and gave a little thrust of his hips. It was a rather timid little thrust, so it only served to get his cock inserted about halfway into the warm, enveloping recesses of her cunt. That was enough to give him the basic idea, though. He knew from the delicious feel of those cunt walls pressing against the front of his dick that that was the way things were supposed to be.
"Shall I stick it in the rest of the way?" he asked. He was sure that that was what he was supposed to do, but he felt he should follow Lucy's instructions carefully so as to get everything just exactly right. He loved her so much that he couldn't bear the idea of making a false move and somehow hurting her.
"Mm-hmmmm," she said, nodding her head slightly.
Another thrust of those narrow boyish hips, and the cock slid the rest of the way in.
"Wonderful," she said gently. "You're doing fine. Now just keep on going like that, and you'll be fine."
"You mean move it back and forth?"
"That's right."
"Is there any special way in which I should do that?"
"I think it'll come naturally to you. Maybe I'll give you a little tip from time to time, but I don't think you'll have any difficulty figuring things out for yourself."
In fact, she had a feeling somehow that Rick was going to turn out to have every bit as much natural talent for fucking that Scotty had had. She couldn't have said if asked just why she felt that way. After all, Rick's thrust into her vagina had hardly been the smoothest or most accomplished thing in the world, though for that matter, Scotty had been a bit clumsy when he started. But just as the clumsiness had sort of fallen away from Scotty with each stroke of his prick, so she was sure that exactly the same thing would take place with Rick. The closest she could have come to explaining why she felt that way was that both boys showed the same kind of enthusiasm for what they were doing.
And in a non-selfish way. They were both eager to learn how to give her pleasure, as opposed to some of the grown-up studs she had known who had only been interested in getting their own rocks off.
Rick started to work his hips back and forth and, to tell the truth, he was making hash of it at first. He wouldn't move his hips enough, or he would move them too much and cause the tip of his prick to nearly come sliding out of her cunt, or something like that.
"H-how am I doing?" he asked nervously as he jabbed away inside her tender body with his prick.
"Fine. You're doing just fine." In fact, with each clumsy stroke, she felt that she should give him a hint of some kind as to how to improve things, but each time she kept her mouth shut. She understood how susceptible to damage the male ego is in sexual matters, and even though Rick gave every impression of being willing to take advice, she felt it would do a lot for his pride if he sorted things out for himself.
And suddenly, he did. It was strange how one moment he was kind of lousing things up, with his awkward, uneven prick-strokes, and then, a moment later, had really hit his stride. Those thrusts she was getting now were really fun to receive, she realized. That cock was sliding way deep into her with a decisiveness and earnestness that would have been a credit to an experienced man. But whereas with an experienced man in the saddle she would have felt somehow dominated and threatened, with this thin little boy the growing competence of his strokes didn't make him any more of a threat.
"Nice! Nice! Nice!" she gasped in time to his prick-thrusts, and he could tell from her tone of voice that she meant it, too. Rick knew next to nothing about fucking, but he was a sensitive and perceptive little boy, and he had sensed how much difficulty he was having at first. Now that he was really getting the knack of it, his confidence started to increase, and he was able to give some attention to other parts of her body besides just her cunt.
That meant above all her tits. Because they were big, her breasts really spread out over a large part of her chest as she lay back on the sofa with them pressing down on top of her. With his hips able to take care of the fucking, he was able to rear himself up on his hands to gaze down at her luscious mammaries. The nipples were still covered by the thin fabric, and on an impulse he kissed the right one through the nylon. That was nice, but it was obvious that the nipple would be even better just by itself, and using his nose, since he was busy supporting the upper part of his body with his hand, he nudged the material aside.
The nipples were just as big and red and exciting as they were the day before, when Lucy's breasts had fallen out of her nightgown. But that time he had not had a chance to kiss and suck them, which was what he was really anxious to do. He pressed his lips against the right breast, hiding the entire aureola with his mouth. Then he sucked the whole nipple into his mouth and began really pulling on it.
And all the while, his cock was sliding back and forth on the lubricating film of pussy-juice, while her steamy cunt spasmodically grabbed and clutched at it.
"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Suck my tit! Fuck my cunt!" she gasped. There was a glazed look in her eyes, and the tip of her tongue was showing at one corner of her mouth. She was a wild bitch in heat, wanting all the cock she could get.
And man, oh, man, was he ever giving it to her. All trace of clumsiness had disappeared now as he really laid his meat into her, in thrust after thrust after thrust....
Her hips gave little counterthrusts as he buried his rod in her again and again. And the funny thing was, she realized through the fog of her fuckfrenzy, that even though he was doing such a fine job, she was still somehow the active one. She was the one with the experience, she was the one whose rhythm he had picked up and made his own. But man, oh, man, did that cock feel good!
And then, in a series of great, shuddering heaves, she came, her hips quivering like gelatine as all her female sex-energy crackled like lightning.
The look on his face showed that he was sort of taken off guard by what was happening down there between her legs, with her frantic cunt clutching at his prick. But his prick wasn't surprised in the least. Or at any rate, it knew what to do, because the moment that her cum hit, his cock started to spew forth its load in big, impetuous gushes.
"Oh man," she sighed, "oh man, oh man, oh man....
Her head was still swimming, her muscles all felt as weak as if she had just run a marathon, and her cunt was still tingling from the presence of his cock inside it. The cock seemed to be softening slightly, but it was obviously in no position to do so.
"Lucy," he gasped, "I love you so much. I ... I just can't tell you ... I...."
Words failed him, and he buried his face between her big, maternal tits as a sign of his adoration. She stroked his cheek gently with a forefinger.
"I think that you're very wonderful, too," she said, "but remember that there are many women in the world, and there are many others who you'll love after me." It was wonderful to be loved by the little fellow like this, but she thought that it was also important for him to keep some sort of sense of proportion in the matter.
"No, never," he said, and nuzzled between her tits as vigorously as he could, as if doing that would somehow lend weight to his words.
"Shhhh," she said, continuing the stroking. "We'll talk about it more some other time. But I guess now you'd better be thinking about getting home if you don't want your family to wonder where you are." Lucy was a perceptive woman, but she did not realize that she subconsciously avoided the phrase "your mother" because mother was equivalent to rival.
"Gee, I guess you're right," Rick said, and obviously the idea of being questioned closely by his mother as to where he had been was something he very much wished to avoid, because in his haste he jerked his cock out of Lucy's cunt with a clumsiness in complete contrast to the confident style of fucking he had managed to reach during the past few minutes. Lucy didn't mind. It just emphasized to her that he was a little boy, and for her, that was one of his most precious qualities.
They got up from the sofa and Lucy looked at the mantelpiece clock.
"I guess you must have set out a bit earlier than you did yesterday," she said. "You still have about five or ten minutes to spare. Let me make you some cocoa and give you some cookies."
CHAPTER SIX
Here it comes, Lucy thought. I wonder what it is this time.
Theresa Porter, the woman sitting opposite her in the living room, was an attractive thirty-five-year-old with wavy blonde hair and a genuinely friendly smile. Almost everyone who knew her liked her, and that went for Lucy, who had been her friend for several years. But Theresa had one quality which Lucy had always found a bit tiresome, and that was of confiding problems of the most intimate and personal sort to her friends. Lucy didn't mind lending a friend a helping ear from time to time, but with Theresa she had to do so a lot more often than that. All during Theresa's husband's last illness, Lucy had had to listen to her friend tell about how guilty she felt at the fact that, even though compared to her dying husband she had no right to complain, she still felt terribly deprived because he wasn't able to have sex with her any more. She had been tempted to let a young man pick her up, but had resisted at the last moment, though didn't know how much longer her resistance was going to hold up....And so on, and so forth.
That was three years ago. But there wasn't a detail of Theresa's love life that her friends hadn't heard about. As one of Theresa's friends had rather unkindly put it, "Theresa feels that to get the maximum amount of enjoyment out of any problem, she has to share it with someone."
Lucy was a good deal more tolerant of Theresa than that, and realized how many very good qualities her friend actually had. But Theresa's nervous voice and trembling hands indicated that she was about to unburden herself once again on Lucy, and the latter couldn't help wishing she wouldn't.
"Lucy," Theresa said, "I really don't know if I should be telling you this. I mean, I should really be seeing a specialist. But I don't have the money for a shrink, and I don't have anywhere to turn for advice but to my friends."
"But of course, Theresa, if things are as bad as all that maybe you really should see a professional psychiatrist. After all, he can give you the kind of help people like me just aren't equipped to hand out."
Lucy knew perfectly well that that piece of advice wouldn't keep Theresa from spilling the beans, but she really thought that it was her duty to give it, anyway. Theresa was an awfully good soul, but there was no denying the fact that she sometimes came across as a very anxious person.
"I know I should, I just know it," Theresa said, "but," she added, "I find it hard to bring myself to do that. I guess there's something about seeing a psychiatrist that sounds so grim. I tell you what, though. You listen to my problem, and then if you really think that seeing a psychiatrist is what I should do, I promise to follow your advice."
Lucy realized her attempt to stall Theresa's planned confession had been neatly outflanked, so she settled back in her chair, sipping her coffee, to hear what it was that her friend had to say.
"The thing is," Theresa continued, "for the last several weeks I've been subject to these really weird sexual desires."
"Oh really? What sort?"
"I'm really turner' m by a little boy."
That certainly made Lucy sit up straighter in her chair. Theresa sensed she had gotten her audience's attention and went ahead.
"There's this darling little boy next door. I say little boy, but he isn't all that little, I suppose. He's big for his age, but then he can't be more than about twelve years old. He's still into all sorts of little-boy things, too. I see him with his kite, or riding his bike, or going out to play baseball. And for some reason, every time I see him I find myself getting really turned on with all sorts of wild female desires. Just the other day, when I saw him trying out some new roller skates, I felt my cunt get all moist and my clit stiffen up, just as if I wanted to fuck him."
She paused for a moment and said, "I guess I really do want to fuck him, too."
Lucy had a hard time keeping herself from laughing. Not at Theresa, for Lucy was far too kind a person to ever really laugh at anyone, but at the crazy situation, with Theresa nervously revealing all her pedophilic desires to a woman who had a rendezvous that very afternoon with an angelic little boy.
As it was, she said, "you know, Theresa, I don't think that's so uncommon."
"You don't?" Theresa said eagerly.
"Not at all. As a matter-of-fact, I think I read somewhere where almost fifty percent of American woman want to have sex with a young boy at some point in their lives."
She was making that statistic up out of whole cloth, but that didn't mean that it couldn't serve to calm Theresa's obviously quite genuine guilt and anxiety on the subject. With someone else, Lucy might even have been willing to confide about her own relationship with Ricky. But Theresa was too openmouthed for that. There was no telling to whom she might blab a piece of information like that.
"But I suppose these women normally never carry through with their desires?" Theresa asked, not quite disguising the eagerness she felt to be told that in fact many women did fuck with young boys.
"Oh, I can't remember the exact figures," Lucy said, "but a surprising number of them do. And those that don't are usually just held back by fear and ignorance. Otherwise, they'd have some young boy inside them pretty quick, you can believe that."
Theresa looked transfixed with happiness, now that she had been told that she wasn't a freak or pervert, and now that a friend had implicity told her that she needn't hesitate to put her desires into action if that was what she wanted to do.
"The important thing, according to this article," Lucy said, "is that the woman must always put the boy's feelings first. After all, she's already had part of her sex life, and if she hasn't enjoyed it, that's probably just her fault. But he's just starting his, and whether or not his first sexual experience is a good one will probably have a good deal to do with how sexually well adjusted he is for the rest of his life."
Theresa nodded.
"Lucy, you can't imagine how you've set my mind at rest. I mean, even though I'll probably continue to repress my desires for Mike so as to not risk doing him any harm, at least I won't have to think of myself as some sort of pervert just for having those desires."
Theresa got up to leave, and the mere fact of her leaving so soon told Lucy a good deal about just how much she was planning to try and repress her desires for "Mike", whoever he might be. Normally, when Theresa was into this confession bit, she stayed quite a while and went on and on about the subject. Now, she was in a hurry to go, and Lucy knew perfectly well it was because she wanted to get cracking on the business of seducing "Mike".
As Lucy closed the door behind her, she wondered if she had done the right thing. After all, she had made herself morally responsible for anything that might happen to the unknown little boy.
After a moment's reflection, though, she was able to convince herself that she had nothing to worry about. If Theresa had some faults, such as running off at the mouth too much, she also had a heart of gold, and Lucy knew she could be relied on to do everything she could to make "Mike's" first sexual adventure thoroughly exciting and enjoyable.
"Hell, from what I've read in novels, a man's first sexual experience is far too important a thing to be left to him to arrange." She smiled at herself, for she realized that she had said that in part as a matter of self-justification, but she also knew that there was quite a good deal of truth in it, too.
Theresa's car roared down the road with its occupant humming to herself and thinking about how lovely it would be to have a few inches of nice boyprick up her cunt as soon as she could arrange it. As for Lucy, she was already in the bath soaking. She had arranged with Rick for him to come over later that afternoon.
"An athletic supporter?" Lucy said to her young lover as she peeled down his pants. Rick blushed.
"The thing is," he said, "that I can't help thinking of you all day, and ... '
"Say no more," Lucy answered with a smile. It was obvious that the kid had found it embarrassing to walk around with a permanent erection on display, poking up against his pants, and so he had put on his athletic supporter from gym class to keep his prick pressed down and out of sight.
"I bet you'll be glad to get that off," she continued. Rick could have answered that he didn't much care about any discomfort as long as he had the pleasure of being with her, but he didn't. He was afraid that he might seem ridiculous to his Lucy if he had tried to tell her just how much love he felt for her. In fact, she would have been very touched.
She slid the forefingers of both hands between the elastic waistband of the supporter and his skin, and pulled the garment down.
As his newly-freed cock expanded to its full size, Rick gave an audible little sigh of relief. Maybe he thought that being with Lucy was all that he needed to be happy, but in fact it really did feel good to get that constricting thing off.
"Let's try something a bit different, this time," Lucy said.
Rick nodded. As far as he was concerned, her suggestions as to what they should do together had the force of law.
Lucy lay back on her back and squeezed her breasts together. She was a very large-breasted woman. Her bra size was 38D, though her waist was actually quite slender.
"Why don't you get on top of me and place your cock between these," she said. "Then you can work it back and forth and see if you can squirt your sperm into my mouth. I'm sure you can get it to reach that far, since it's just a question of aim. Of course, it'll be up to me to hold my head so as to catch it."
"What'll you do for yourself?" he asked. Lucy smiled and held up her right hand.
"It hasn't failed my cunt yet, and I've had it in business since I was thirteen-which is, unfortunately, longer ago than I would like to admit."
In fact, her breasts were very sensitive, so even if she didn't get any cock-action in her cunt that afternoon, she would have still had a good time. And sperm was something which she always enjoyed having shot into her mouth, too. But there was something else she had in the back of her mind.
She had been fucking regularly with Rick for four days now, and had become increasingly impressed with the stiffness of his cock. She suspected that with a bit of rest, he might be able to get a second shot off. Since this was the afternoon, and he had given his mother some line about how he had decided to go for a ride on his bike to the woods, he had plenty of time in which to perk up again after his first go. She would have to be very careful about judging the situation, since failure might not do anything good to his ego, but success, on the other hand, would be something he could be proud of for the rest of his life. A two-shot man at the age of twelve! And that kind of confidence could pay big dividends in terms of actual performance. She really had read somewhere that about ninety percent of male virility is simply a matter of confidence.
At any rate, that was something that she was going to have to play by ear. Or maybe "play by cunt" would be a better way of expressing it. For the moment, he was going to fuck her between the tits, and she had every reason to think that that would be an enjoyable experience.
Rick got astraddle her, his knees resting on either side of her chest, his prick pointing at her face. It looked so good that she had a hard time resisting the temptation to just take it in her mouth and start sucking on it, for she knew from past experience just what an enjoyable experience that could be. But she fought down the temptation, inviting though his fleshy prickknob, with its little slit, happened to look.
He lowered his hips until his cock was almost touching between her two breasts. She took these in her hands and pushed them firmly together, so that the hard prick was firmly surrounded by her soft female flesh.
He gave a little gasp of delight as she rubbed her breasts back and forth a couple of times against his cock. Then she held the tits still so he could work between them.
The position was a little bit awkward from the point of view of keeping his knees on the floor while he shoved his cock back and forth between her tits, but as with the first fuck he had given her, he quickly showed just how fast he could adjust to a new sexual situation. His strokes became more even and felt more confident to Lucy. It was obvious that he was really getting the hang of things, and obvious, too, that he was enjoying himself.
Lucy was in seventh heaven. Her breasts were one of the most sensitive parts of her entire body, and the feeling of that hard male cock pressing against them, its rigidity contrasting so strongly with her own yielding femaleness was enough to have her cunt screaming for equal time.
That was a bit difficult to arrange, too. What Lucy had forgotten in telling Rick that she could rely on her right hand to keep her twat happy was that with both hands holding her tits against his cock, there just weren't any hands to spare for her twat!
For a moment she thought of just leaving her cunt to stew in its own juices, on the theory that that would just make it enjoy the cum more when someone finally was able to get around to giving it one. But it didn't take long for Lucy to realize that that was an entirely impractical idea. That prick of Rick's was getting her so goddman worked up, with its strong shoves back and forth between her tits, that she knew for a fact that she couldn't wait until he finished to give some attention to her twat.
He had gotten such a smooth, easy rhythm, though, that it occurred to her that he might now be ready to handle the task of holding her tits as well as that of working his cock between them. When she suggested that he might do that, he accepted eagerly. There was nothing in the world that he wouldn't do for his beloved Lucy, and though holding her tits made balancing a great deal more precarious than when he was resting his hands on the floor, there could be no denying the fact that her tits were a lot nicer to touch than any floor could ever be.
Now that her hands were free, Lucy sent both of them down between her legs as fast as she could. She used her left hand to sort of tug on her left thigh, stretching the skin so that her cuntlips were kind of half opened. The right hand went to work actually providing the cunt with the stimulation that it had been screaming for.
Her fingers slid back and forth across the slick surface of her tingling labia, while her hips quivered and shuddered with excitement at the stimulation. She worked her thumb up into her vagina and pushed its smooth nail against the tender, wet cunt walls.
Rick was really laying it into her with those strokes of his, as he slid his cock furiously back and forth between her palpitating breasts. The nipples were swollen up to about three times their normal size, and the fact that he was able to reach his thumbs far enough to give them flick after loving flick certainly wasn't doing anything to make them smaller or softer.
Lucy's breath was coming in short gulps of air, and her head was tossing from side to side as the combined action of the young boy's prick and her own fingers wound her mainspring up tighter ... and tighter ... and tighter....
Rick had already picked up enough experience in the last few days to be able to tell when a woman was close to her cum, and he was relieved to see that Lucy couldn't be far from hers, because he just knew that there was no way in which he could keep that cock of his ramming back and forth between her breasts much longer without shooting off its wad.
Lucy felt his cock give an extra little stiffening, and instantly started pressing her fingers against her aching clit. The response came a half second later as her hips started bucking and heaving to the force of her frantic, cunt-busting cum, just as the first gob of sperm shot out of Rick's cock and headed for her face.
Splat! The first gob was a little wide, hitting near the right corner of her mouth. She turned her head in time to get the second one right inside the mouth, and though by the time he had finished pumping-and that was a surprisingly long time, too-not all of his sperm had landed in the right place, a considerable amount of it had.
Lucy gulped down her mouthful of spunk, then ran her tonguetip along her lips in search of some more. Certainly she didn't want to waste any of the precious stuff!
Not all of it was within reach of her tongue, though. A drop had landed on her nose, and one had even gone as far astray as her forehead. With a finger, she picked it up, and then stuck the finger in her mouth. Not that that left her nose or forehead very much drier, since her finger had been down between her legs, and given the amount of pussy fluid that she had secreted, it would be hard to find any place very much wetter than that.
They both got shakily to their feet, feeling all fucked out and a bit dizzy, but very content with themselves. Lucy told Rick to sit and wait there while she went to the refrigerator to see if she could find a soft drink for him. As she walked out of the living room, she turned and glanced discreetly at his prick. She noticed that it was still half hard, despite the furious cum that it had had only a minute or two before. Her chances for getting a second shot out of it looked pretty good.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Meanwhile, Theresa was getting ready to carry out her first seduction of a little boy. Her Mike was the son of one of her next door neighbors, and as a result she was on fairly familiar terms with him. He was out playing in his back yard, and her only problem now was to get him into her house.
She suddenly realized that maybe getting him into the house itself wasn't necessary, and that she had the perfect means of luring him within reach.
"Mike," she called out to him. "Are your folks home?"
"No, just me here."
"Oh, because I was going to fill my pool and I thought they might like to come over and have a swim. You're free to come if you want, though I'd appreciate it if you'd help me get it filled first."
Her late husband had had a small pool installed in their backyard. So far, partly because the spring had been chilly and partly because she wasn't all that keen on swimming anyway, she hadn't gotten around to filling it. But for what she had in mind now, the pool had a great quality that she had almost forgotten about-it had a fence around it.
Her husband had been something of a sunbathing fanatic, and he liked to swim naked and sunbathe in the raw. That meant that the whole pool was surrounded by a fence, and since all the houses around were one-story jobs, there was no way that anyone could see over the fence. Hopefully that meant that there was no way in which anyone could see what she hoped she would soon be doing with Mike.
Mike liked swimming and accepted her offer in a flash. Together they got the pump working, and soon the pool-which wasn't all that big-was full of water.
All the while that this was going on, she had been getting more and more worked up looking at Mike. He had gone to put his swimsuit on before coming over to help fill the pool, and that meant that she had a pretty good view of his young body.
For a twelve-year-old, he was quite big and well built. One day he would doubtless be a very muscular and athletic fellow. But at the moment his body was still undeveloped enough to possess a boyish gracefulness that she found very, very appealing.
After the pool was filled, she went into the house to put on her own swimsuit. Mike was just a little bit more aware of sex than Rick or Scotty, and when he saw Theresa reappear with a big towel wrapped around her, he couldn't help wondering what she had on under it.
The answer was, not much. Her late husband had liked to see her as skimpily dressed as possible on those occasions when the presence of other people in the pool meant that she couldn't go stark naked. The result was that she possessed some nearly invisible bikinis, and it was one of those that she had on now.
Mike's eyes bulged as he saw how she was dressed. What particularly turned him on was the way in which the bikini top revealed so much of the sides of her breasts. His older brother had bought a girlie magazine a few weeks back, and Mike had had a look at it, so he knew what a woman's tits should look like. For some reason, the thing that had really excited him was the sides and underneath parts of the girls' breasts. Not that he wasn't interested in the remainder of their tits, which was a good thing because one of the features of Theresa's swimsuit was that the fabric was thin enough and tight enough for the nipples to be able to make definite little bumps under it. That was even true when the nipples weren't erect, which certainly wasn't the case now! Theresa's nubs were swollen up bigger and harder than she could remember their ever being.
Mike felt his prick start to rise in his swimsuit, and so he dived into the water to keep her from noticing. He assumed that she would be very angry if she knew that he had gotten an erection looking at her. That was a good indication of how inexperienced and immature he still was, for there are few women indeed who are not secretly thrilled at the thought that they have been able to give a guy a hard-on.
Theresa wasn't in any particular hurry to get into the pool, since she was counting on the mere sight of her in her swimsuit to do half the job of seduction for her. She guessed why Mike had dived into the pool so suddenly, and she noticed how he kept trying to glance at her surreptitiously. Just to make sure that his glances were rewarded, she swiveled her hips casually and tossed her head back. The purpose of this last gesture was to cause her tits to jiggle under her halter.
Mike could hardly stand to look at Theresa, she turned him on so much. He was too naive to guess why she had invited him over to the pool. In fact, he was rather ashamed of the way he had repaid her hospitality by letting himself get all worked up over her, since he was so sure that she would disapprove of the feelings churning through him if she knew about them.
Although Theresa was still a fine-looking woman at thirty-five, she certainly didn't look quite like the eighteen and twenty-year-olds he had seen in the girlie magazine his brother had bought. But it was the way she looked that he preferred! She almost looked like Mom might if Mom would only wear swimsuits like that....
That caused his prick to give another surge, and he quickly tried to divert his thoughts into other channels. The idea of mom dressed in a swimsuit like Theresa was wearing evoked feelings that he could neither understand nor accept.
Theresa finally dived in, and the two of them splashed around in the pool for a while. Then she said to him, "Are you any good at swimming underwater?"
"Sure. I bet I could do maybe two lengths of this pool." The pool was thirty-five feet long.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"Show me," Theresa said with an impish smile.
In fact, Mike wasn't at all sure that he could swim that far underwater, but he wasn't the sort to ever refuse a dare. He dived under the surface and headed for the far end of the pool.
He made it easily, and started to head back. In the distance he could see Theresa, but she was all a blur because he didn't have goggles on.
He was halfway there, and Theresa was becoming more clearly visible. He suddenly realized that something looked different about her. Somthing about her crotch was different.
Just as he ran out of air and came bursting to the surface, he realized what it was. She had taken the bottom half of her swimsuit off.
"Good try," she said with a smile. "I couldn't have made it a third as far!"
Mike didn't know what to say. There was no tactful way he could mention the fact that she wasn't wearing the bottom of her suit, and he couldn't understand why she had taken it off.
"Of course," she said, with a sly wink, "if you had made the full two lengths that would have been so impressive that I would have wanted to give you a reward."
Mike gulped. Was that why the bottom of her suit was missing? Was that the reward? Was he supposed to have gone right up to her ... her cunt and ... and kissed it? Someone at school had once told him that men sometimes kissed women's cunts, and some of the cartoons in his brother's girlie magazine had seemed to imply as much. At the time he had been skeptical, but Theresa's actions seemed to imply that that really was true. That men really did press their mouths against women's cunts. At the thought, his cock gave another big surge.
"S-so I don't get a reward now, since I didn't get the whole distance?" he asked timidly. He certainly didn't dare allude more specifically to the strange situation.
"I'll think about it," Theresa said with a smile.
They swam around for several minutes longer, and Theresa often turned her back to him so that he could gaze at her ass under the water and see that she was indeed naked down there. He would have loved even more to have gazed at her cunt, but he didn't dare do that while she was looking at him.
All the while he was getting more and more frantically excited. He had had erections before. In fact, he had gotten a really hard one the day before, gazing at the ass of a big girl-eighth or ninth grade, at least-as she walked ahead of him. But none of them could compare to the one he had now, swimming around in this pool with a half naked woman who just about had to be the sexiest one in the world.
Finally, when Theresa figured that she had teased him into such a frenzy that he would accept any offer she made of herself without being frightened away, she said "let's get out and sunbathe for a bit."
As she climbed up the ladder of the pool, Mike watched her with staring eyes. First her shoulders appeared, then her back, and finally those mature, wide hips and that luscious stern she had on her.
She got out of the water and flopped down on her big towel. Mike followed her, visibly trembling, and with his erection very apparent beneath his swim trunks. There was nothing that he could do to hide it.
"Why don't you dry me off?" she asked. "O-okay," he said. "Where do you w-want me to start?"
"Oh, between the legs is fine," she said matter-of-factly. "We women often need drying between the legs."
Mike didn't understand what she meant by that at all, since he assumed that she wouldn't be talking about something like pissing and didn't have any idea what else might make a woman wet between the legs, but he correctly surmised that Theresa was referring to some very female sexual thing, and that realization caused his cock to poke even harder against his swimsuit.
With trembling hands, he started to rub a corner of the big towel between her legs. The friction really got Theresa's motor running, and she lay back for a moment and enjoyed the sensation of the rough terrycloth on her cunt for a while before saying, "It feels dry. Why don't you have a look?"
Mike pulled the towel away and gazed at the wonderful female mysteries offered to his view. The delicate labia, the hard little clit, the slightly open vagina. He had only the vaguest idea what all of these things were for, but even that vague idea was enough to have him gasping.
"I'm still wet down there, aren't I?" she asked him.
"Y-yes," he said, guessing that the moisture which was oozing out of her gash had nothing to do with swimming pool water.
"Well, I guess that that's just the way we women are. You can have your reward for trying so hard to swim two lengths under water."
"But I didn't make it," he said. Even though he was burning with desire to place his lips against that delicate pink female flesh, something held him back, a subconscious realization that he was about to leave boyhood behind.
"That's all right. You also deserve a reward for rubbing my cunt so well."
That extra invitation was all he needed. Sure now that she really and truly did want his mouth on her cunt, he buried his face between her legs and started to rub her labia with his tongue and lips.
Theresa shuddered as she felt the pressure of his lips there on her womanhood. The toweling had gotten her all worked up already, as had all the teasing routine in the pool. Now she was getting what she really needed-male action on her cunt, and best of all, male action provided by a little boy.
Her hips twisted and ground as his tongue darted back and forth against her cuntlips. That turned him on all the more, these signs that he was arousing her, that he was succeeding in playing the man's role.
And as he continued to lick, more and more pussy-fluid oozed out of her vagina, so the delicious female smell got stronger, and stronger and stronger.
His cock was expanded to full size under the yielding fabric of his swimsuit. It wanted to get in that cunt, too, but at the moment Mike was so content to be licking and kissing Theresa's twat that he was not conscious of there being anything else he could do to it.
His tongue slid on deep, deep into her vagina, the tip of it rubbing against the sides of the twat. He couldn't believe how soft and wet and warm she was down there. Her body was so totally different from his own, so mysteriously and wonderfully female!
He slid his tongue out of the vagina and moved it along her tingling labia. He didn't really have any idea what parts of her twat were more sensitive than others. All he could do was go by trial and error. Judging from the sounds she was making, and the way she was wriggling that body of hers, he hadn't made many errors yet.
His tongue moved on up her labia towards her clit, while Theresa quivered in expectation. She couldn't stand it ... just couldn't stand it....
Suddenly, she felt like someone had touched a live electric wire to her cunt! That was Mike, licking away on her clit without an idea in the world how sensitive it was.
"Ah! Ah! AHHHHHH!" she gasped, as the pent-up cum-need ripped loose.
For a moment Mike was amazed by the reaction that he had produced, by the wild bucking of the hips and the throttled cries coming from Theresa. But it was exciting too, and he sensed that this was the way things were supposed to be. He pressed his tongue against the aching clit and continued to lick, even as the hard little button felt to Theresa like it was about to explode.
CUM!CUM!CUM!
"Cumming so fine! So fucking fine!" she gasped.
And then it was over, with her hips still, and the boy continuing to lick away on her between the legs. But she still wasn't satisfied. Her desire for this boy, so long denied, was way too strong to be satisfied by one orgasm. And that was convenient, too, for she remembered the sight of his cock poking up against his swimsuit, and could guess, even though it was pressed against the ground so she couldn't see it, that it hadn't gotten softer since.
Without saying a word she took his arms in her hands and pulled him gently toward her. He followed, trembling with eagerness. He knew from what he had heard in school what it was that men and women normally did with each other, and he was more than ready.
He pressed his cock against her belly, realizing too late that he still had his swimtrunks on. Embarrassed, he wriggled out of those while Theresa slowly spread her soft thighs....
He was ready now, and tried to position his cock. The trouble was that even though he had just had his face down between Theresa's legs, he had been too excited at the time to really make much mental note of just where everything was, so at first he had a bit of trouble finding her vagina.
Finally, he got the thing positioned right, and shoved it on in. There was a moment's further hesitation, and then he started to work his cock back and forth inside her. He was nervous, but he was also the kind of boy who was able to do what he was supposed to in spite of his nervousness. That was why he was so good on his class Softball team. He was a pitcher who never cracked under stress.
His hands cupped her tits, but they were still covered with the top of her bikini.
"Take it off," she whispered, her eyes half closed, her tongue running idly back and forth across her lower lip.
Mike reached behind her and fumbled with the knot that held her top fastened. Finally he got it undone, and was able to pull the garment off. He could hardly believe how wonderful her tits were, with their creamy skin highlighted by those two large, pink bumps.
Before taking care of those bumps-and they were obviously supposed to be taken care of-there was one fantasy that he had to fulfill. He reached his head down and pressed his lips against the side of her right breast, continuing to nuzzle on around to the underneath part. Then he moved his lips up to her nipple and started to suck on it.
He didn't get much sucking in, though, because a couple of seconds later he felt his cock tense, then let fly, sending gob after gob of boy cream up into her cunt. And her hips were behaving just like it had before, bucking and heaving, only this time he noticed that her cunt contracted, too. He hadn't had his tongue inside it when she came the previous time, so he hadn't had a chance to notice this behavior, but now he felt how it clutched and grabbed at his prick, while the latter continued to spew out his spunk.
As she lay back gasping for breath, Theresa couldn't help wondering where Lucy had found that wonderful magazine article....
Lucy, meanwhile, was about to fuck with her own little twelve-year-old. The two of them had sat around sipping soft drinks and chatting after the between-the-tits fuck, and all the while, Lucy had given his cock little squeezes and caresses. The result was that it had never had a chance to go really soft, and was now really hard with excitement.
"Honey," she said to him, "how would you like to try something difficult?"
He nodded. If she had asked him to fly to the moon he would have given it a try.
"Some men," she explained, "can put their pricks in a woman soon after having already cum and keep them there long enough to give her a cum. There aren't many men like this, and almost no one can keep his cock stiff long enough to get a second cum himself, but it gives the woman a good time."
That was all more or less false, as Lucy perfectly well knew. She'd known several men who could get a second cum themselves just as easily as they could get a first one. But in case Rick wasn't old enough to be able to manage that, she didn't want him to feel humiliated and unmanly if he lost pressure before getting himself off a second time.
Her idea was that if he in fact did manage a real second shot, he would feel really proud of himself. If, during the fuck, she noticed that his cock was starting to go soft, she could fake a cum, and after the line of bullshit she had handed him, he would not think there was anything wrong with his performance.
It was all rather tricky, but she knew that it was necessary to find out whether or not he was able to lay one fuck in on top of another. Since they could usually only meet once a day, it was important for both of them to get as much fuck-fun out of that meeting as they possibly could. With cunnilingus and so forth, she could get more than one orgasm a time, but until they learned whether or not he could keep his dick stiff for a second round, he was limited to one cum per session.
To take his mind off of the task he faced in keeping his cock hard, Lucy decided it would be best if they tried a somewhat unusual position, and one where she was the one doing all the actual work. That way, too, she would be able to try and speed things up if she felt he was going soft on her, because there were certain tricks that she knew that he wasn't yet familiar with.
She thought for a moment, and then noticed a straight-backed, armless chair standing against one wall. It was an antique, and placed there more as a decorative piece than anything else, but the sight of it brought back memories of the fun another straight-backed, armless chair had given to her.
She headed into the kitchen and brought back one of the kitchen chairs.
"Now," she said, "you sit on this, and I'll show you something kind of nice."
He sat down, his ramrod-stiff cock sticking straight up into the air. Lucy glanced at it and considered that her precautions against the possibility of his losing his erection were probably pretty unnecessary. From the look of that cock, the only thing that could possibly take its erection away was a cum.
She placed her feet on either side of the chair, and then started to squat down, facing him. He guessed what she had in mind, and held his cock in what he figured should be the appropriate position.
Down she came, until the tip of his prick was resting against her labia. She ground her hips around a bit, causing all sorts of nice feelings for the tip of his prick and her cuntlips. Then, after making sure that the end of his cock was inserted properly, she slid the rest of the way down, impaling herself on his manhood.
She sat there smiling at him for a moment, reveling in the feel of that hard cock inside her. No doubt about it. He was going to have no trouble at all keeping that thing stiff.
Lucy kissed him gently, then slowly lifted herself up off of his cock by straightening her legs, since her feet were planted against the floor.
Up she went until only the end of his prick was inside her, and then back down she came again.
Soon, she settled into a smooth, even rhythm, even though it had been an awfully long time since she had fucked with anyone this way. One thing about Lucy was that she had a basic instinct for sex that ran through every fiber of her body.
The contented look on his face told her how much her little lover was enjoying the action. And he soon discovered a feature of the position which, in Lucy's opinion, made it far superior to conventional top-riding, namely the fact that her tits were within such easy reach. As she moved her supple body up and down over his cock, his fingers danced over her bobbing tits.
"No question about it, the boy has style," she thought as she noticed the teasing, tantalizing way in which the twelve-year-old worked her tits. He didn't just go for the nipples and give all his attention to them. Instead, he started out by pressing his fingertips against her tits about as far from her nipples as he could possibly get. Then, he started to move the fingertips in closer, sliding them over her creamy globes with a slow, spiraling motion.
As the fingers got closer and closer to the nipples, which were the part of her tits that were really begging for attention, she got more and more excited. The fingertips brushed the very edge of the aureolae, and she was certain that in the next instant he would grab the nipples themselves and start pulling and tugging on them. But he showed great self-restraint for a twelve-year-old, and instead sent his fingers circling on out again.
Lucy thought she was going to go mad with frustration because those nipples of hers really needed attention. But it was the kind of frustration she really loved. And certainly she couldn't complain about the kind of action that she was getting between her legs. She was doing all the moving, to be sure, but he was the one who was supplying the prick, and it wouldn't have been possible for anyone to supply a harder one.
"Uh! Uh! Uh!" she grunted as she felt her clit try to harden up even more, despite the fact that it was already just about as hard as a pebble.
Rick senses how close to her cum she was, and this time, as he circled his fingers in toward her nipples, he took the things between them and started to pull on them almost like someone might milk a cow.
That caused Lucy to give another moan, and Rick knew she was right on the brink. He was too, and was relieved when he realized suddenly that the next downstroke she gave was almost certain to get him off.
He caught his breath as she paused for a moment with just the knob of his prick inside her, and then, as she came swooping down, he felt his cock let go in a cum that was every bit as good as the one he had had between her tits. There wasn't much sperm left to shoot, but that didn't make the quivering, trembling release of his wrung-tight prick any less fine! And she came too, with her body shaking and her cunt clutching at his cock. He had done what he had been told by her almost no men could do! He had gotten a second shot off, and he had made her cum as well. He felt ten feet tall, and the fact that his pride was based partly on misinformation didn't make it any less intense.
As Lucy eased herself off of Rick's cock, she wondered how Theresa was making out. In fact, Theresa was lying naked in the warm sun, her boy-lover next to her and his hand idly fingering her cunt as the two of them dozed. Mike had already promised her that he would come swimming with her as often as he could.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"I wonder where on earth that boy of mine could have gone to," Mike's mother Ellen said to one of her neighbors. "Here I went and told him this morning that I wanted him to come to the supermarket and help me put the bags of groceries in the car this afternoon, and I can't find hide nor hair of him."
"Maybe he's swimming at Theresa's pool," the neighbor said.
"I didn't know she's even bothered to fill it this year," Ellen said.
"Oh, I think she must have. I've seen Mike go into that enclosure with a towel several times."
"That's the first I know of that!"
"Well, he does. It's a bit surprising that she would invite him to share the pool and not the rest of your family."
"Oh, I'm sure it's just an oversight on Theresa's part," Ellen said. She didn't think anything of the sort. It really did seem strange to her that Mike would be invited regularly over to the woman's swimming pool, and even stranger that he would not have mentioned this kindness on her part to the rest of his family.
At that very moment, Theresa and Mike were rolling around on the warm concrete border of the pool, laughing and working themselves up into a state of frantic cum-need. She kept playfully grabbing at his cock, which was as stiff as a board, while he tweaked and pinched her nipples.
Ellen told herself again and again that there was probably a perfectly reasonable explanation for Mike's silence on the subject of Theresa's pool, but something inside her kept telling her that she should go check. Besides, she still did need his help with the bags of groceries.
So, she headed across Theresa's spacious lawn and towards the pool enclosure, which was in the back of the house. She figured that Theresa could hardly take it amiss if she knocked on the door of the fence and asked Mike to come home.
Mike was planning to cum in Theresa's cunt in a few minutes. The foreplay had already gotten them so worked up that they decided that it was time to get down to the serious business of fucking. Mike was ready for that before she was, but the twelve-year-old followed her lead pretty closely when it came to arranging their sex sessions. After all, he reasoned, she was an awful lot older and more experienced than he was.
"This time, let's do something sort of tricky," she said to him.
"Sure thing, Theresa," he answered. He had started out by calling her Mrs. Porter, but she had told him that she much preferred Theresa.
"What I want you to do is fuck me while I hold my knees together."
"Gee, is that possible, Theresa?" he asked. It seemed to him that with her legs pressed together, there wouldn't be any way for him to get at her cunt."
"I've done it before," she said, "and though my thighs have gotten a bit thicker since then, I don't see any reason it shouldn't still be possible."
She lay back on her back with her knees pressed together. For the life of him, Mike didn't see how it was going to be possible for him to get his prick into her cunt, because her thighs touched all the way to the crotch But, since she was so much more experienced than he was, he was willing to give it a try.
"Now," she said, "get on top of me just as if we were going to do a regular fuck. Except, you should put your legs on either side of mine. That's the ticket. Now, I'll guide your prick into my cunt."
She took his cock in her hand, and after giving it a friendly squeeze, started pulling it down toward her thighs, while Mike followed with his hips.
The cock had no difficulty pushing apart the fleshy, soft thighs as it slid between them. Mike felt the tip of his cock resting on the entrance to Theresa's pussy. She took her hand away, because there wasn't really much room for it, now that the cock it was holding was buried between her legs.
"Now," she said, "I've got it in position, so just give a good, hard shove, and there we'll be."
The twelve-year-old did as he was told, and found to his surprise that the strange position really was possible after all. As he buried his cock in her, he resolved never to doubt her word again.
What Theresa had been counting on, and what made the position possible, was the fact that the cunt was up inside her hip-basin, so that whatever she was doing with her legs as far as pushing them together or apart had no effect on making the cunt looser and tighter. What was compressed, however, was the entrance to her cunt, since her labia were squeezed between her pressed-together thighs and his hard cock. That meant, of course, a lot more stimulation for cuntlips and cock alike. It was a nice position.
"Okay," she said, "now you just go on like you normally do."
They had been fucking for about two weeks now, so Mike had a fair amount of experience under his belt. He started to move his cock back and forth inside her cunt, giving little grunts of pleasure as he again and again forced his cock past her narrow cunt-opening.
Ellen arrived on the scene too late to hear Theresa give her detailed instructions to her son, but she couldn't help noticing that the sounds that were coming from the other side of the fence which surrounded the pool had nothing to do with swimming. There were no splashes, or anything like that. Instead, what she heard was a series of grunts and groans and sighs, which sounded an awful lot like the sounds she and her husband Bill made when they fucked.
"Impossible, he's only twelve!" Ellen told herself, but then she added, "Of course, he's quite a big boy for twelve."
She just had to know. If she just knocked on the door it was possible that they would get disengaged before Theresa invited her in. Maybe she should just burst in. She gave a gentle push to the door, but it was bolted. She just had to know what was going on in there.
Walking softly on the grass to make sure that they didn't hear her on the other side of the fence, she circled the enclosure, looking for a peephole of some sort.
It wasn't long before she found one. To keep the neighbors from objecting to the fence, Theresa's late husband had had it built in a sort of rustic style with vertical, rough-hewn stakes. Since it was only intended to shield him and his wife from the glances of people in their own back gardens, and since it had never occurred to him that anyone would actually try and peep through it, the fact that there were bound to be occasional cracks in a fence of that style didn't worry him.
"Uh! Uh! Uh!" Theresa moaned as she felt the boy slide his cock back and forth faster and faster. Her cunt was clutching convulsively at his prick, her shoulders were trembling, her head was lolling from side to side. And all the while, sweat glistening on his forehead and his boyish body, Mike rode her and rode her, working his prick as hard and as fast as he could in that soft weltering pussyflesh.
Ellen gave a gasp as she saw what the two of them were doing, but their own gasps and grunts and groans were too loud for them to notice it.
Her son! Her own son! Her baby! Stolen by that other woman!
She thought that should beat on the gate, yell at the top of her lungs, "Let go of my son, you slut," but something held her back. That something was a nice, warm, wet feeling between her legs. Although she didn't want to admit it to herself, her clit had already stiffened up into full hardness, and her panties were getting soggier and soggier with cunt-juice. She could feel her tits swell up in her bra, too, while her nipples turned into hard little passion buttons.
I must be going crazy, she thought, but that didn't prevent her right hand from creeping up her dress towards her twat....
Ellen's sex life with her husband Bill was not satisfying at all. He was far too aggressive for her taste, and besides, he usually came way too soon.
I see Mike can hold it back better than his father, she said to herself as her fingers pressed against the wet nylon crotch of her panties. The moment for intervention had already passed. Because her husband was a very poor lover, Ellen had gotten used to relying on masturbation a lot, so that once the pressure of her fingers was added to the excitement of seeing her young, naked son fucking, she just had to keep feeling herself off until she came. Already she had pulled down her panties and was starting to worm her fingers on up into her cunt. She was lucky the pool was in the back of Theresa's house, and that a couple of bushes pretty much shielded her from the house next door, because when the cum-need was really on her, it was difficult for her to keep from satisfying it, whatever the cost.
"Fuck me harder! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Theresa groaned, her whole body quivering with pre-cum tension. Mike was glad to obey, too. He worked his cock faster and faster inside her, and his fingers kneaded and pressed her super-sensitized tits. Theresa felt that she couldn't stand to have him handle those breasts of hers for a second more, but that didn't mean that she also wanted him to actually stop. On the contrary, she wanted those prodding, prying, pushing fingers of his to drive her boobs into a state of even more unbearable frenzy.
Her breasts weren't the only ones that were getting a workout, either. Ellen had big sensitive boobs, too, and fondling them was always an essential part of masturbation for her. While her right hand teased and tickled her tingling labia, her left hand worked its way up inside the sweater she was wearing toward her tits. She was wearing a front-fastening bra, and it wasn't too hard for her to get it undone, so that she was able to cup her left breast in her hand, tweaking the nipples between her thumb and forefinger. Although she didn't realize it, what she was doing was imitating the things that she saw her son do to Theresa's tits.
Theresa knew that she was just about to cum. She knew it from the way her body was bathed in sweat, knew it from the electric shocks that kept zinging up and down on her spine, knew it from the way her cunt was clutching at Mike's cock, knew it from the way in which her ass was grinding against the cement.
Mike knew he was pretty close to blast-off, too. What he didn't know was that his own mother wasn't very far from that point, either. She had started later than the two of them, but the frantic way she was working over her cunt meant that she hadn't had any difficulty in catching up.
Mike felt his cock go sort of numb for an instant, and then, POW! It started to really unload, pumping away with great, rhythmic shudders that sent gob after gob after gob of sperm up into Theresa's exploding cunt. She felt like her twat was going to rip itself to shreds and stab after stab of pure female fuck joy jabbed into it.
Ellen was cumming too, and cumming just as hard as Theresa. The moment she saw that her son and her former friend were in the grip of their orgasm, she took her clit between the thumb and forefinger of her right hand and squeezed as hard as she could. The result was that her cum slammed into her cunt like a man's fist, and her hips heaved and trembled while she cupped her mound with her fingers, refusing to leave her agonized labia alone.
"AHHHHHHHHH!" she gasped, and it was only because her son and Theresa were in the throes of their own blast-off that they didn't notice the sound.
Then, it was finished, with the three of them trying to catch their breath and get their heads back together. As Mike pulled out, his mother wondered what to do. Should she go and beat on the gate and demand to be let in? The cum she had just had had taken some of the energy out of her, so that instead of anger what she felt was more in the nature of sadness at the fact that this woman had corrupted her little boy and stolen him away from her.
Also, she felt sort of ashamed at having beaten off while watching the two of them fuck. And she was uncertain whether a big, dramatic confrontation right now would be the best thing for her son. After all, she didn't want to cause him any psychological trauma which would make him impotent for the rest of his life.
All things considered, she decided it would be best if she waited a bit before confronting Theresa. Maybe that would be the best thing. To tell her to stay away from her son. Or maybe she should try and talk things out with Mike, try and win him back into her confidence. His well-being was the important consideration, and she couldn't help thinking that it would be best for him if she waited before making any decision, waited until the hurt she felt at being abandoned and betrayed like this had died down. So, swallowing her pride, she headed back to her own house.
It was long after she got there that he returned. After pulling his prick out of Theresa, he had suddenly realized that he had promised his mother to go to the supermarket with her that afternoon.
Gee, he thought, I sure hope she isn't mad. He explained to Theresa why he had to go, then dived in the pool to cool himself off. After doing a couple of lengths, he got out and went home.
When he walked in the door, his mother tried to talk to him in as natural a manner as possible, so that he wouldn't suspect what she had seen. In fact, although he noticed that her voice sounded kind of depressed, it didn't occur to him that she might have been spying on him and Theresa.
"What's the matter, mom?" he asked. "You sound a little sad."
"Oh, nothing. It's just that I've got a lot to do," she said. "Come on, let's go get those groceries."
All the while they were shopping, she found herself casting sidelong glances at her son. He certainly was growing up to be a big boy. It would have never occurred to her that a mature woman like Theresa would want to seduce a young boy like him, but the more she looked at him, the more she understood Theresa's action. After all, he really was a pretty good-looking kid....
What Ellen didn't understand at all was the real nature of her feelings for Mike, which was perhaps not surprising, because she had always succeeded in keeping them well buried in her subconscious. The thought that all she felt for him was normal maternal love, but there was much more to the situation than that. Her husband Bill was not just overaggressive in bed, but in every other aspect of their marriage, too, and she had found herself many times wishing that her husband had the sweet, gentle disposition that her son had. The discovery that he was fucking with Theresa caused her pain much more like that felt by the betrayed wife or mistress than like that of a mother whose son has gotten into trouble.
As they continued the shopping, and then began the ride home, Ellen found her clit getting stiffer and stiffer and her panties getting wetter and wetter. If anyone had told her it was because she kept gazing at her son like she was and thinking about how good-looking he was, she would have told that person that he was crazy. Her feelings for Mike were still buried beneath the level of consciousness, but they were slowly and surely working their way to the surface.
Although Ellen didn't quite know what was behind her sense of betrayal and sadness that her son's little fuck-session with Theresa had caused her, she did know that the unhappiness was getting greater every minute, the more she thought about the situation, and finally she decided that she just had to tell her son how she felt.
"Mike," she said, after the groceries had been put away, "I know what you and Mrs. Porter do behind that swimming-pool fence of hers."
Mike's jaw dropped wide open. But instead of trying to deny the charge, or say anything, for that matter, he just burst into tears and ran into her arms, sobbing violently. He really loved and respected his mother, and the thought that she might have found out what he had been doing with Theresa was more than he could bear.
Ellen, who was a very forgiving mother, pressed him tightly to her, squeezing her big soft breasts against his young body. Tears were rolling down her cheeks, too, tears of happiness. Her son wanted her forgiveness. He had chosen her over Theresa. She felt very, very happy.
She also felt very horny and excited. Her motor had been set running faster and faster during the trip to the supermarket, and now that she had him pressed against her like this, it was really going into high gear.
"There, there, don't worry about it. We all make mistakes," she said to him soothingly, and gave him a kiss. It was supposed to be a comforting, maternal sort of kiss, but somehow it just didn't work out that way. Her own feelings were breaking out into the open now, and so were Mike's. Every time he had fucked with Theresa, there had been a question in the back of his mind as to what it would be like to fuck with his mother. It was a thought that he was ashamed of, and managed to keep repressed, but now that he was held tightly in her arms like this, now that his lips were touching hers, he found himself responding like he would have responded to a kiss of Theresa's. His mouth opened, and his tongue slid out, only to meet his mother's tongue coming the other way. His prick was trying to erect, now, and as she felt it press against her belly, Ellen gave a shudder of excitement.
Her hand was reaching down to his crotch, now, squeezing his cock through the fabric of his pants. She knew that she had to have him now, had to have him in the way that her rival had had him.
Down came his zipper, and she pushed the pants down over his legs. The underpants followed, and that meant that his cock was able to expand to its full size. As she squeezed it again, Ellen was amazed at just how big the thing was.
Her cunt was absolutely on fire now with the need to have that stiff boyish cock up inside it. Her panties were so wet that they were actually chafing against her sensitive cuntlips, and her clit ached from being so hard. She guessed correctly that his prick probably was aching from the same cause. Well, there was an easy way to cure that particular problem.
Both of them were in such a state of frenzy that they couldn't wait to get more of their clothes off, couldn't wait to lie down in some suitable place, couldn't wait, period.
Ellen reached under her skirt and pulled her panties down. They fell around her ankles and she stepped out of them. Then she hitched her skirt up around her waist so that her cunt was all exposed and ready to receive his cock.
"Shove it in," she gasped. "Shove it in!" and Mike was more than ready to do so. His fucking with Theresa had given him a pretty good idea of how to locate a woman's cunt blind, and he managed to send his prick sliding up into his mother's weltering vagina without any difficulty at all. He paused for a moment with the thing resting there, enjoying the pressure caused by her tight cunt walls, which were giving nervous little contractions around his stiff dork.
Then, moving his hips backward and forward, he started to buck away inside her. Her hips responded with undulations of their own, while both of them gasped and grunted in ecstasy.
It was out in the open at last-the secret, buried need that mother and son had always had for one another. Now, at last, it was to be satisfied, and Ellen and Mike could hardly wait. There was no slow foreplay, no gradually building up to the climax. Instead, they were trying to get it off as soon as they could. Mike was working his cock with the speed and power of a piston, and his mother's hip motions were intended to increase the stimulation.
"Fine! So fucking fine! Lay it into me Mike! I need it so bad. OH! OHHH! OHHHHH!"
His cock was as hard as a bar of iron, and as hot as a pistol as it slid back and forth on her female lubricant. But for all that, it was still a little boy's prick, still a prick which was somewhat timid and unsure of itself. It felt so different to Ellen from her husband's supermacho style of fucking.
He pressed his hands against her tits. They were covered by her sweater, but he was too worked up to think of trying to reach under the sweater.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" his mother gasped. "I'm gonna cum ... I'm gonna ... I'm gonna...."
A final shove by Mike, and his cock started spewing away inside her twat like Old Faithful. As she felt the dork quiver and pulse, her cunt responded with a series of frantic, uncontrolled spasms, as she came, and came, and came....
After the last gob of boycream had shot out of Mike's cock, and after Ellen's hips had quieted down, the two of them looked at each other kind of sheepishly, amazed at what they had done.
They knew now, though, that having had a taste of each other's bodies, they would never be able to do without them now. So neither of them said anything. Explanations would be too difficult. Instead, Ellen gave Mike a kiss which, this time, was genuinely maternal....
Mike pulled out, and the two of them pulled their clothing back on, as if nothing had happened.
"I've gotta go somewhere," Mike said. "I'll be back in a couple of minutes."
Without asking him, Ellen knew that he was going to see Theresa and explain that he was not going to be able to come over to her pool any more. She had won out over her rival. She had gotten her little boy back again. And that meant that she could be generous.
"Mike...." she said as her son opened the door.
"Yeah, Mom?"
"If you want to ... to say good-bye, I don't mind how you do it."
"Thanks, Mom," he said. He knew that Theresa really enjoyed the fuck sessions that she had with him, and that it would not be easy for her to face the prospect of giving them up. He had been almost sure that she would ask him for one last go, and even though his "heart belonged to Mommy," he hadn't liked the prospect of turning her down flat on it. Now that she had given her permission, he could say good-bye to Theresa in a way that would enable her to understand that although he preferred his mother, because she was his mother, he he still thought Theresa was a fine, desirable woman. For a boy of twelve, Mike had a great deal of natural, inherent tact.
CHAPTER NINE
He knocked on her door, and she was a little bit surprised to see him. The pattern that they had always followed was the one of the day of their first fuck-she would ask him across the fence if he was home alone, as if just making conversation, and then would suggest that he come over and use the pool. The idea was to avoid suspicion that might arise if neighbors saw him just going into her house for long periods of time. Still, even though she wasn't used to having him come to her door like this, she was always glad to see him. One thing about her cunt, and that was that it never turned down a chance for a good bang if one happened to come along.
"Hi, Mike," she said. "Come on in. I wasn't expecting you, but that's all right."
There was something a bit solemn about the expression on his face, and that coupled with the unusual fact of his showing up at her door gave her a slight inkling that something might be wrong. But she didn't want to believe that that was the case until she was told so.
"What's on your mind, Mike?"
"I can't come swimming with you any more."
Theresa swallowed hard. She could hardly believe she had heard right. Now that she had at last found the sexual partner who really suited her, she surely wasn't going to lose him.
"Can't come swimming any more? Why on earth not?" she asked.
"Mom knows what we do here. I didn't tell her, or anything, but she knows."
"Well, we ... we could maybe try and still meet when your mom is away, couldn't we?" Theresa asked anxiously.
"No, we can't. I'm sorry, but I don't feel like doing that to Mom. We have a sort of understanding, you see," he said.
"So that's the way it is," Theresa said in a moment of insight. The way in which Mike bowed his head indicated to her more clearly than words that she had correctly guessed the nature of the understanding.
"Can we have just one more time together?" she asked. There was a note of timidity in her voice. The last thing that she would have wanted to do would have been to pressure Mike to engage in sex when he didn't want to. But she desperately wanted to have some last physical contact with him before he disappeared from her life as a sexual partner.
"Uh-huh," he answered. "Mom said we could."
That made it even clearer to Theresa than it was before that Mike's mother had won the boy away from her with her own body, among other things. This demonstration of the power a mother's love can have over a son made Theresa regret more than she usually did the fact that she had never had a son of her own. She wasn't just losing a sexual partner, she was losing a sort of substitute son, just as Ellen wasn't merely regaining a son, but getting a lover as well.
"What shall we do?" she asked. Now that she knew that she had been beaten out by a rival, her self-confidence had been badly shaken. Previously it had seemed perfectly normal to both her and Mike that she should call the shots in their sex romps. Now she felt she had to please by offering him the choice.
Mike, though, was still a rather shy twelve-year-old, and when she asked him that, all he could do was blush and look down at his shoes and say, "Whatever you want to do, Theresa."
"All right, let's end up where we began. Come on out to the pool."
Once inside the fence, they stripped off their clothes and then got in the water. Mike, guessing that Theresa wanted to sort of re-enact their first sex session, dived under water and headed for the far end of the pool. He turned and headed back, still under water, with Theresa's outline gradually becoming more and more distinct as she got nearer.
His lungs were almost bursting, but this time, he was going to earn the "reward". With a last effort he coasted up to her submerged crotch and planted a kiss right on her cunt. Then he shot to the surface, gasping for breath. Theresa waited until he had gotten his breath and then the two of them climbed out of the pool. He dried off her cunt, just like he did the first time, and then placed his face between her legs.
Theresa had a delightful cunt, with soft, pink lips and a fine clit that was neither too big nor too small. But even as he gazed at it, Mike couldn't help wondering a bit as to what her cunt must look like. In fact, he had seen very little of his mother's body, given the way they had fucked standing up, with most of their clothes on. Well, that was something that he would have a chance to correct soon, or so he hoped.
He inhaled deeply through his nostrils, and noticed that Theresa's female odors were every bit as exciting as they always were. His tongue darted out and flicked against the crinkly labia, on which little droplets of pussy-juice stood. The pussy-juice tasted good, like it always did, and the feel of that buttery, yeilding cuntskin on his tongue caused his prick to stiffen up even more than it had already.
Slurp! Slurp! Slurp! His tongue danced and darted across the labia, and she ground her hips against the concrete in excitement. That tongue felt so good on her womanhood that all she could think of was how much she was enjoying it. Even the realization that this was the last time it would be eating her out had vanished from her mind for the time being. All she wanted to do was lie back on the ground by the pool and have Mike lick her and lick her, until the end of time.
Mike's cock was really getting sort of frantic now, and he very much wanted to put his hand on it. But he was saving his cum for his Mom, the good, sweet, understanding mom who had given him permission to come over to Theresa's and say good-bye like this. So, difficult though it was, he left his dick alone.
Theresa's labia were absolutely covered with a mixture of saliva and pussy-juice, and the harder Mike licked, the more pussy-juice flowed out of her cunt.
Theresa's whole body was shuddering now, and her thigh muscles kept tensing and relaxing. She had to be close to her cum, Mike realized, and he was glad of that, because he did not know how much longer he could have kept from touching his prick.
He slid his tongue up into her wet twat, then pulled it quickly out again. The pussy-juice tasted very, very good. He could tell, though, from Theresa's gasps and groans that it was time to finish things off, so he slid his tongue up closer and closer to her clit.
Theresa thought that she was going to go out of her mind as that tonguetip got nearer and nearer her trigger.
"He's got to touch it now! He's got to!"
But even though Mike wanted to bring Theresa off now, he didn't want to spoil the effect by rushing things. So he moved up to the hard little button at a snail's pace, and at one point even pulled back a bit to increase the tantalization.
"Lick it! Lick it!" Theresa gasped.
Mike had learned enough about sex since he had first started to know when a woman's voice sounds really desperate, and when she just can't bear to wait any longer. Theresa had that tone of voice now, so he brought her off with four big, slurpy licks on the clit.
"Uh! Uh! Uh! UHHHHHHH!" Theresa groaned as she felt the cum slam through her aching, agonized clit, felt it pull her cunt walls together in contraction after spasmodic contraction. Her hips bucked and heaved with the force of her orgasm, and just like the first time that he had ever eaten her out, Mike kept right on licking at her frantic cunt.
Finally, she was done, and he slurped away with his tongue to try and pick up some more cunt-dringle. Then, he got up.
Theresa looked wistfully at that big, hard cock of his. She would have loved to have it in her one last time, but she sensed that he wanted to save it for his mother, and since his mother had been generous enough to let him give her one last fuck, it seemed only right that he should reserve it for her. She could have had an actual fuck if she had chosen it, but had opted for the tongue job instead.
"Good-bye, Mike," she said with a wan smile. Mike saw the way she looked hungrily at his dork, and guessed what was going through her mind. But although he felt sorry for her, it was also true that he did want to unload it in his mother. After all, their first fuck together had been a pretty slapdash affair, though very enjoyable for all that. He realized what a sacrifice Theresa was making by not trying to talk him into using his cum on her, and he appreciated it. She was a wonderful woman, and he was sure that he would never forget her.
"Good-bye, Theresa," he said. Obviously they would be seeing each other across the fence dividing the two yards, so the good-byes that both of them were saying were really farewells to their episode as sex partners.
He pulled on his pants, and headed back home. His mother, who had not been able to keep herself from staring out the window from time to time at the fence around the pool, saw him coming, and when she noticed the massive bulge in the front of his pants, she gave a little quiver of pleasure. He had saved his cum for her! That meant that he loved her better than he loved Theresa! There could be no better sign of how complete her victory over her rival was than that telltale bulge.
Ellen hastened to get her clothes off. That wild, impromptu fuck with both of them more than half dressed had been sort of fun, but what she wanted now was a chance to show off her body to Mike. She had never let him see her in the nude before, perhaps because of a vague, subconscious awareness of what that might lead to. Now she could let him see everything, let him enjoy everything. Her whole womanly body belonged to him, and she could hardly wait for him to cross the remaining yards of lawn to come and take possession of it.
As soon as she had gotten the last stitch of clothing off, she surveyed herself in the full length mirror that was mounted on the inside of her closet door. Not a bad body for a thirty-seven-year-old, she had to admit. The breasts were big, but quite firm, she realized, as she placed her hands under them and jiggled them a bit. Her waist was still fairly thin, and though her hips were certainly bigger than a really young girl would want to have, she thought that on her it gave a sort of sensuous quality. After all, she was his mother, and she would just make herself look ridiculous if she tried to pretend that she still had the looks of a young chick. And she suspected, quite correctly, that wasn't the look that Mike was interested in, anyway.
Besides, matron or not, I still have what a woman needs she thought as she placed her right hand between her legs and wormed a couple of her fingers up her cunt. That cunt of hers was still wet and still tight, and that meant that it could still give a prick plenty of pleasure. Her fingers felt really good up there, but not half as good as his cock would in a few minutes.
Right then, she heard the door open.
"Mom, I'm home."
"Come here, Mike," she answered. "I'm in the bedroom."
Mike could certainly understand the meaning of that reply, and hurried down the hall to her bedroom, the room in which she and his dad fucked. The thought made him tingle with excitement. He had never gotten on particularly well with his father, and the fact that he was about to cuckold him again didn't cause Mike any particular guilt. In fact, it just made him feel all the more like a big, grown-up man.
He pushed open the door, and there was his mother, lying naked on the bed. She looked so beautiful that he could hardly believe his eyes. Every inch of her was delightful, from her wavy black hair to her big breasts which lay sort of flat against her chest, despite their size, to her dark triangle and full, womanly thighs. His cock, which already felt pretty cramped inside the crotch of his pants, pressed all the more furiously against their confinement. That was not lost on Ellen, who was looking greedily at his crotch and who noticed how the bulge seemed to increase slightly, despite the tightness of the fabric.
"Hello, son," she said with a warm smile. "I thought you might like to have a chance to get a look at me before we get down to business. Our last go was a bit on the hurried side."
"But fun," he answered.
"But fun."
He approached the bed, and stood there, passive, while she unfastened his pants and pulled them down. His underpants followed, and since he hadn't bothered to put on any shirt in leaving Theresa, that meant that he was stark naked.
Ellen had gotten a glimpse of his naked body through Theresa's fence, but of course the view hadn't been all that good. The hole in the fence had not been all that big, and the best part of him-namely his cock-had been obstructed by Theresa's body, so to speak, since it was buried inside it. Now, there was nothing in the way, and Ellen could enjoy every possible detail of her son's body.
The cock was particularly nice. She felt not just desire, but also a certain maternal pride in seeing that he had a very handsome prick. It was also a very stiff prick, judging from the look of it, and of course that also delighted Ellen, both as a cock-hungry cunt and as a proud mother.
The rest of his body was nicely proportioned, too. He was a big fellow for twelve, and doubtless he would get a lot bigger yet before he finished growing, but as it happened, she liked him the way he was now. Still a boy, but a boy able to play a man's most important role, namely that of satisfying a cock-craving pussy.
"Hey, tiger, you're really something," she said to him with a wink. "Now that I've had a chance to look you over, feel free to do the same with me.
There was nothing in the world that he wanted to do more, or almost nothing, at any rate. Because the first thing that he did, before getting down to the business of examining his mother's body, was to give her a tender kiss on the lips. A kiss that was , ninety percent filial affection. The passion could come later. But he had to show how much he loved her, what a wonderful mom he thought she was.
Then he lay down on the bed next to her and ran his eyes and his fingers all over her body. Not like someone examining merchandise, but like a connoisseur reverently touching a statue or other work of art.
He began with her breasts. First, he moved his fingertips back and forth over their surface, feeling how soft her skin was, and how yielding but also resilient. His fingers trailed toward her nipples, which were swelling right before his eyes. That was a female phenomenon he had had a chance to observe with Theresa, of course, but somehow on his mom it was different. He took the nipples between his fingers and pulled on them gently. Then, he put his mouth over the right one and began sucking on it.
That caused Ellen to give a sigh of pure pleasure. She had breastfed him when he was a little baby, and now he was back at her tit, half a little baby still, half a young man.
As he sucked, his hands started to knead and mold the tit-flesh. Ellen wiggled her hips appreciatively. Her clit was very, very stiff already, and her cunt sopping wet. She could hardly wait to have his cock in there, but at the same time, this sucking action on her breasts felt so good that she hardly wanted it to stop, either.
He really enjoyed sucking her nipple too, but he was curious to explore the rest of her body, so after taking his lips off her nipples, he continued down her body, kissing the space between her breasts, then her chest, then her belly-her belly button fascinated him for some reason-until he got to her bush. He ran his tongue back and forth across the dividing line between her hairy crotch and her hairless belly, then placed his head between her legs for a good look at her cunt.
Ellen was very anxious for her son to see all of her female equipment, so she held her legs spread wide. Mike noticed with a certain amount of surprise that her cunt was rather different in appearance from Theresa's. Since he had only seen that one, up to now, he had imagined that they all must be pretty much identical. But quite aside from the fact that his mother's cunt hair was dark while Theresa's was light, the former's clit was rather smaller and less prominent than Theresa's, while the cuntlips were rather bigger. Well, that meant that taken altogether there was just as much to lick, so he didn't feel he had anything to complain about.
He took a deep breath through his nostrils and noticed that although his mother's twat-smell was similar to Theresa's, it certainly wasn't identical. Clearly he still had a lot to learn about women.
He ran his tongue along her labia, while she quivered with pleasure. He noticed that the taste of cunt-fluid was slightly different, too. Not a whole lot different, but enough to be noticeable.
Licking his mom's cunt was so nice that he was almost tempted to just keep on doing it. But his cock was literally aching from going so long without relief, and besides, he guessed that his mother would like it inside her cunt, no matter how good a job he might be able to do with his tongue.
So, he took his face away from her frantic cunt and continued his kissing journey down towards her toes. The thighs were nice and soft, and he gave them quite a bit of attention, and when he got to her feet he playfully took some of her toes in his mouth and sucked on them. Then, after tickling the soles of her feet with his tongue, he moved on up so that his face was next to hers.
"Mom, what do you want us to do?" he asked.
"You want me to decide?"
"Sure mom," he replied, in a tone that indicated that he thought it out of the question that a little boy like himself should tell his mother what sexual position they were going to engage in.
She thought for a moment and then said, "Have you ever fucked a woman from behind, dog-style?" She intentionally didn't mention the name of her rival.
"No, I haven't."
"Well, let's do that," she said. She got onto her hands and knees so her cunt was facing him.
"Now you get on your knees behind me, and stick your prick in," she said.
Trembling with excitement, Mike did as he was told. After burying his cock in her all the way up to the root, he reached forward and took her tits in his hands. Ellen gave a little sigh of pleasure. Her breasts were sensitive, and as far as she was concerned one of the great advantages of a dog-style fuck over, say, a missionary one, where the tits are more or less hidden between the two lovers' bodies, is that the position causes the breasts to hang heavily away from the body in a manner that's very exciting anyway, and which makes them readily available to the partner's eager hands.
Mike was so fascinated by the way in which his mother's large tits were hanging straight down that for a moment he almost forgot that the main order of business was fucking her twat with his prick. On her instructions, he pushed the big globes up against her chest, then let go of them so that they flopped down. He took them by the nipples and pulled them in opposite directions, then let them bounce together again.
Finally, neither of them could stand the wait any longer, and he started to work his cock back and forth inside her.
His motions were nice and smooth, for he had picked up a pretty good idea of the rudiments of technique from Theresa. Ellen realized this, and while she was aware of the fact that she could in one sense count herself lucky that someone else had taken the trouble to teach him the basics, she also regretted the fact that she had not had a chance to be his teacher in sex right from the start. That would have given a very special quality to their sex sessions.
But as that cock of his continued to slide rapidly back and forth on her fast-flowing cunt-juices, she soon stopped worrying about that. The hard male organ felt so damn good inside her pussy that that was all that mattered.
He was really squeezing and kneading her tits now, and that was turning her on like hell, but all the excitement that she felt in her tits was nothing to compare with the effect that his cock was making below her waist.
She was really breathing hard now, as she felt her body get wound up tighter and tighter. That prick of his seemed to be getting stiffer and stiffer with every thrust of his, too, despite the fact that when he had started it had already been about as hard as a brass poker.
He was really laying it into her now, really slamming that cock of his into her hot, eager twat, and his cock felt so excited that he thought that it was going to go off at any minute. But he had a considerable amount of natural instinct for fucking, and unknown to him, he had developed quite a skill at holding back during all the fucks he had had with Theresa. It was a talent that he had acquired unconsciously, so to speak.
His balls were pulled up against the root of his cock as tight as they could go, and his prick ached from being stiff for so long. His back muscles were tensed up to the point that they ached, too, but that didn't matter either. All that mattered was working his cock inside her, giving her pleasure, lighting her fire.
He had sure done that all right. He could hear how heavily she was breathing, hear the gasps and little moans that she came out with from time to time as he continued to slam his rod back and forth inside her.
Then, suddenly, his prick gave an extra little stiffening, and he realized that it was going to cum. He pulled it all the way back so that just the knob of his dick was still inside her, then rammed home again.
The cum hit him when he was still only half way back into her, but that didn't matter in the least. He just pushed on the rest of the way while his cock continued to shoot its load on up into her.
"Cumming! Cumming so hard! So fucking hard!" she gasped as she felt the first shock of female fuck-frenzy slam into her, followed by another.
"Ahhhh! Ahhhhh! Ahhhhhhh!" she moaned, each ahh corresponding to one of the electric jolts ripping into her twat clutching spasmodically at her son's penis, which was still gushing and gushing like it would never stop.
It did stop eventually, and Mike knelt there with his head resting on her shoulders as he gasped and panted for breath. His prick felt totally fucked out, but even so, it didn't seem to be in any particular, all-fired hurry to go soft. She was so very wonderful that he felt that he could keep it stiff inside her forever.
He didn't wait too long before pulling out, however, because he realized that his mother might want to flop down on the bed, which she did as soon as his cock was out of her steamy cunt.
Mike placed his face next to her and kissed her very gently on the lips. She pulled him close to her, and he snuggled up against her warm inviting body just like he used to do as a very little boy during thunderstorms. They didn't say anything. They didn't have to. They were perfectly aware of what an endless series of glorious fucks the future held for them.
CHAPTER TEN
"Believe it or not, I think that I can help you out and do myself a favor at the same time, though it isn't going to be easy," Lucy said to Theresa, who had come to cry on her shoulder about the fact that she had lost Mike to his mother.
"Really? But how?"
"Well, although I'm sure that Mike was someone special to you, I also suspect that you'd much rather have another little boy to fuck with than nothing at all. Am I right?"
"Of course. At least, if it was a nice little boy."
"The one I have in mind is a perfect angel, and you'd better believe that his cock knows its stuff, too," Lucy said with a wink.
"If that's the case-and I suppose you are speaking from personal experience-why are you willing to give him up? I mean, I know I'm a good friend and all, but to be honest I'm not sure I would have let you have Mike if the circumstances were reversed," Theresa said.
"Ah, but the circumstances aren't reversed. You see, you just had Mike, while in a couple of weeks I'm going to have one little boy too many, and that means either a lot of difficult explaining to do, or a whole game of deceit that I don't want to get into at all-particularly with two kids as nice as Scotty and Rick," Lucy explained.
She went on to explain how she had gotten into fucking with little boys-or rather, how little boys had gotten into her-through Scotty's stay at her house. And how she had turned to Rick when Scotty's parents had taken him off to Italy. The trouble was that Scotty was going to expect things to take up where they had left off when he got back-or so it was only natural to assume-and though as her first boy-lover he was very special to her, she didn't want to two-time Rick.
Theresa was all ears while this was recounted. When she had first sobbed out her story to Lucy about losing Mike, Lucy had hinted pretty strongly that she herself had had sex with a boy. But it was somehow comforting to hear the details of someone else's experience. It made her feel less alone with her desires, which in the emotional turmoil that Mike's desertion had caused, had seemed like something very perverse and wrong.
"So," she said to Lucy, "you want to have me take over Rick so he won't mind you going back to Scotty, right?"
"That's it. After all, Scotty is the one I really prefer. But the problem is that Rick is very, very infatuated with me, and I'm afraid that it would do him all sorts of harm if he thought that I was just trying to dump him. So all of this is going to have to be done sort of delicately."
"How?"
"That," Lucy said, "is what we have to discuss...."
The plan that they adopted was for Lucy to tell Rick that she was going to have to go away for a few days. Then, the day before she left-in fact, she was going no farther than the nearest motel-she said to him, "Rick, I know that we have something special going on between us, but there's a sort of favor that I'd like you to do for me. Of course, I understand it's a difficult favor, and you don't have to do it if you object in any way."
Rick gave her a look that indicated that he was willing to do anything in the world that she wanted him to. Normally, that look made Lucy feel really happy, but this time it just made her all the more aware of what a delicate situation she was involved in. Certainly, the last thing that she could do was to let herself hurt his feelings.
"The thing is, I have a woman friend who used to be very close to a boy about your age. But she lost him. And as a result, she's very lonely. It would be really nice for her if you could go and visit with her in the afternoons."
"Do you mean I have to ... have...." He couldn't bring himself to say fuck with her, since it seemed so inconceivable to him that was what his Lucy would do.
Actually, that was just what his Lucy had in mind, but she was quick-witted and perceptive enough to guess from the tone of his voice and the look on his face just what a disaster it would be to ask him to fuck with Theresa. So, improvising quickly, she said, "Oh, no. I mean, that's something that we do with one another and only with one another. What I meant was for you to just go over and chat with her in the afternoons. It would cheer her up just to have a boy your age around the house a bit."
"Oh, sure. That's no problem," Rick said, relieved that Lucy wasn't asking him to be unfaithful to her.
This may cause some difficulties, Lucy thought, But I'm fairly sure that Theresa's up to overcoming them.
After she and Rick had fucked, and she had told him how much she was looking forward to fucking with him again when she got back from her trip, she called Theresa and told her of the change of plan. Theresa was at once apprehensive, but also pleased that she would have a chance to try out her seductive powers, and wouldn't just be taken on like a charity case.
The next day Rick called on her. Theresa was quite modestly dressed, and just spent the afternoon chatting with him and having tea. The seduction she was employing was much subtler than low-cut dresses and tricks of that kind. It was just something about the tone of her voice, and about the way she looked at him. But even this was very low key. The last thing she wanted to do was frighten Rick. She had some idea of how dedicated and idealistic lovers can be, and she knew perfectly well that if she had made a direct play for Rick on the first day by, say, grabbing hold of his cock, he would have just run out of the house, embarrassed, and certain that Theresa had misunderstood what it was that Lucy was offering her.
As it happened, her technique worked well. Theresa was a very attractive woman, and this couldn't help but make an impression on a boy like Rick, who was newly awakened to the world of sex, and for whom everything was fresh and exciting. He was thoroughly infatuated with Lucy, but this infatuation stemmed to a large degree from the fact that she had been the first woman he had had sex with. It wasn't true love, and thus, like all infatuations, was very exposed to competition from new interests, such as Theresa.
That night as he beat off in bed he tried to concentrate his thoughts on Lucy, but Theresa kept creeping into the picture, too.
The following day he went back to Theresa's for some cookies and tea, and this time Theresa turned on the seductive act a bit stronger, while still being careful not to frighten the boy. As she spoke, or poured tea, she would put her face quite close to his, so that he could smell her perfume, and see how smooth and white her skin was. She would often smile, drawing her lips back in a way that vaguely suggested kissing. The lipstick she had chosen was about the same color as a woman's cuntlips, so as he saw her smile, Rick could not help being reminded of Lucy's soft, wet, yielding cunt, and the good times he had had licking and kissing it.
Theresa drew her tongue slowly across her lips, and Rick noticed a surge in his prick. He was so young and innocent that he felt rather ashamed of it, though he was able, by holding his teacup close to his lap, to disguise it. What he was ashamed of was feeling desire for any woman other than his beloved Lucy.
The next visit was the one before Theresa was to go in for the kill. This time Rick was trembling slightly in her presence, and as if by accident she had left an extra button on her blouse open, so that as she poured the tea, he could get a glimpse of her breasts, round and creamy and full.
That really made his cock struggle against the confinement of his pants. Although he kept telling himself that Lucy was the only woman in the world whom he was interested in, the truth of the matter was that Lucy was not there, and Theresa was, in all her sexiness.
That was really driving him wild was that he wasn't certain whether or not Theresa had left that button open accidentally or on purpose. It seemed very likely that the latter was the case. After all, since Lucy had seduced him, he tended to suspect that all women in their thirties had a hungry eye on little boys. Had Theresa come on that strong at their first meeting, his determination to be faithful to Lucy would have protected him against her influence. But by now he had come to know Theresa quite well, and to like her, too. And she had been occupying his thoughts more and more during the past couple of days, despite all his efforts to reserve them exclusively for Lucy. At the sight of that open blouse, he couldn't help suspecting that Theresa wanted to seduce him, and couldn't help thinking that actually it might be kind of nice to be seduced by Theresa.
That night, he tossed and turned miserably in bed, feeling guilty because of his "unfaithfulness" to Lucy-he had not been able to keep from thinking about Lucy while beating off-and yet desiring Theresa at the same time.
And all the while, the only sex that he was getting was that which he was giving himself. Though that meant comes, a hand job is so inferior to a good fuck with someone you like that he felt very deprived and tense.
It was in that state of mind that he went to Theresa's house the next day, both dreading and looking forward to the visit.
Theresa was a pretty good judge of males, and Rick's increasing tension had not been lost on her. Lucy had warned her that she would have to go slowly in seducing him, but she figured that the moment had come.
This time, as she poured the tea, she said to him simply, "You look so much like someone I was once very fond of. May I give you a kiss?"
Rick was so taken aback by this request that he could only mumble something, and while he was trying to think of what to say, Theresa kissed him on the cheek.
As she did so-and being a kiss on the cheek it was after all nothing very passionate-she felt him tremble.
"Mmmm, that was nice," she said, and this time moved her mouth around to his.
Rick could do nothing but stand there, passive and expectant. He was overcome by his desire to be kissed on the mouth by Theresa, and by his feeling of guilt that he should want something like that from any woman but his Lucy.
Theresa pressed her lips softly against his, and his responded. She opened her mouth, and his followed, and soon her tongue and his were twisting and pressing against one another, while his cock ached in its need to get out into the open and expand to its full size.
Theresa took the little boy in her arms, and he almost collapsed in them. All he could do, all that he wanted to do, was to let her take charge completely. Maybe that way it would not be as much of a betrayal of Lucy as if he were playing an active role. One thing was certain. The twelve-year-old boy, intoxicated by Theresa's perfume, by the soft pressure of her tits against his chest, wanted almost nothing in the world as much as he wanted to fuck with her.
The feeling was completely mutual, and Theresa ran down the zipper of his pants. She pushed the pants down, and worked the underpants over his hips, too. The cock swelled up gratefully to a state of full rigidity, and was immediately rewarded with a tender squeeze from Theresa's hand.
For a moment, Rick thought that that squeeze was going to be enough to make him cum right then and there. For four days he had tried to fight down his feelings for this magnificent female, and now he was giving in to his feelings with all the guilty gusto and frenzy of a dieter who suddenly decides to have a pizza.
Theresa sensed that he wanted her to play the aggressive role, and she had no objections to that at all. She pressed him back on the sofa he was sitting on, while continuing to kiss him and fondle his cunt-hungry prick.
"MMmmm, you're so fine," she whispered to him in that throaty, sexy voice she had. Her knees were on either side of his hips now, and she had managed to get rid of her skirt and panties while the kissing was going on. Her blouse was completely unbuttoned now, and since she had no bra on underneath it, that meant that he got a totally unobstructed view of her large breasts. As he gazed up at them he noticed with interest that the nipples were larger and darker than Lucy's.
Theresa saw what he was looking at, and bent over so that he could take one of her nipples in his mouth. He did so gratefully, and began to suck frantically.
Her own motor was running at full tilt now. If Rick had suffered from having no sex except for masturbation during the first stages of her seduction ritual, the same was true for her. And her passion wasn't restrained by any of the guilt that he felt toward Lucy, since of course she was doing this with Lucy's full consent.
Now that she had one of her nipples in his mouth, being sucked on like it might disappear at any moment, her whole body was quivering with cum-need. Her cunt was giving spasmodic little contractions, and her labia were tingling with fuck-frenzy. Drop after drop of female lubricant was oozing out of her twat and down her legs.
Although it was heaven to suck on Theresa's nipple, the boy's cock was far too hungry for her pussy to let him go on doing that indefinitely. He slipped his lips off of the swollen tit, and settled his head back on the sofa cushions as a sign to Theresa that she could begin top-riding him now if she wished.
That was something that Theresa wished more than almost anything in the world, but she was enough of a tease not to want to rush things. So she bent over and buried his face in her voluminous tits.
Then, she started to squat down on his cock, which she held under her in her right hand.
If it can stay half this stiff in my cunt, this is going to be quite a fuck, she thought.
Down she went, until she felt the tip of his cock rubbing against her pussylips. She wiggled her hips about so as to stimulate both them and his cocktip. Then, she placed the thing gently between the folds which surrounded the entrance to her vagina. She moved a bit further down, and felt the cockhead slip into her hole. She wriggled her hips in a circle now, taking it along with her, while Rick smiled at her cleverness and skill.
All this messing around was fun, but that didn't change the fact that she was just about going out of her mind with cum-need, so she decided to cut the preliminaries a bit short. She slid the rest of the way down his cock, impaling herself on it. Both he and she gave a simultaneous sigh of delight as the hard male organ filled up her soft, wet, yielding feminine inner space.
She was sitting on his hips now, and could feel his balls under her asscheeks. They felt very tight, and she guessed correctly that they were pulled up against the root of his prick as hard as they could possibly go.
After jiggling up and down playfully for a second or two, she bent forward to give him a final kiss, then started to work his cock inside her, sliding her vagina over the stiff male organ with a natural, easy motion that was the combination of plenty of practice with other males and a natural instinct for fucking.
"Mmmmm, feels so good," she said, with a mischievous smile. "Do you like it too?"
"Y-yes," he stammered. Already all thoughts of Lucy were starting to vanish from his mind. He was starting to think that it was Theresa who was the most wonderful woman in the world, even though just a few days before, he would have been willing to get into a fight with anyone who suggested that it might be someone other than Lucy.
Theresa was moving faster now, working his prick with more and more energetic strokes. She was secreting so much female fluid that there was no problem with cock-friction as she increased the tempo.
"Ah ... ah ... ah...." she gasped as she felt the penis inside her, stiff as a broom handle. She was sure that she would not have too much difficulty forgetting Mike.
At first, because her breasts were out of reach of Rick whenever she was at the top of one of her strokes, she had played with them herself, kneading and compressing the yielding female flesh, and teasing the nipples into a kind of almost agonized rigidity. But then she realized that it really wasn't fair to keep him from having the fun of playing with them (every male she had ever known had been really eager to play with her tits), so even though the up-and-down motion she was engaged in was easier, she switched it to a kind of forward-and-back, which kept her breasts within reach of his hands.
That was an opportunity that he had no intention whatever of wasting, and he immediately took hold of the delicate female globes. Theresa gave a sigh of pleasure. It was funny, she thought, how the same sensations, caused by a partner, are so much more satisfying than when you cause them yourself.
Rick was breathing heavily now, and his forehead was covered with little beads of sweat. He felt all the nerves in his body get ready for the cum. Felt every muscle tense for the final blast-off.
Things were just about the same with Theresa. There was a definite tension in her back that she recognized without difficulty. That was where her fuck-energy seemed to concentrate, before ripping loose in a cum.
Faster and faster she went, while he squeezed her nipples and kneaded her breasts, and while his cock felt as if it were getting harder with every second, despite the fact that it already felt so hard that she was almost afraid it could snap.
She was almost there-almost ... almost....
The tension in her body got greater and greater. She knew that the cum had to hit soon. She just couldn't stand too much more of this. Just couldn't stand it....
"Cum! Make me cum! Oh! Oh!" Rick gasped. His voice sounded almost as if someone was choking him, he was so wound up with sex-need.
Something about the way his cock felt inside her told Theresa that he was right on the edge of his orgasm. She lifted her body up very, very slowly, so that finally almost all of his stiff, slick prick was exposed, except for the head. Then, down she slid, really fast, her cuntlips being pulled across her clit as the hard rod filled her up again.
Almost....
And then, Wham! The cum hit her, and hit her hard. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!
And as her hips bucked and heaved on top of his hips, his cock gave a final little quiver and then cut loose.
Man! Was he ever gushing, his rod pouring out his jism in spurt, after spurt, after spurt. All the tension and frustration of the past three days finally let go in the hardest, wildest cum he had ever had. It felt like he was going to pump his prick inside out, and that was almost what he wanted to do, too. To give himself totally and utterly to Theresa! To fill her cunt to the brim with his hot spunk and then pump out even more!
"AHHHHHHH!" he groaned as he felt his cock blaze away, with shudder after shudder after shudder of pure masculine fuck-power.
When it was over, Theresa eased herself off his cock and lay down next to him, kissing him very, very tenderly. She knew from personal experience that the moment after the cum can often be a time for guilt feelings to break through to the surface again, and she knew that it would spoil all the careful planning if he started thinking about Lucy again.
All the tender kisses in the world couldn't stop him from thinking about her, as it happened, but they did have one important effect. Although he felt guilty at having betrayed Lucy, all this tenderness from Theresa helped strengthen the feeling he had already had that she, henceforth, was the only woman for him. The way in which his four days of frantic desire and unhappiness had finally been resolved in one big, blasting cum, had finished the task that Theresa had set herself. One boyish infatuation had now been replaced by another.
Lucy pretended to be out of town for several more days to give Theresa a chance to fix herself all the more strongly in Rick's mind as his new one and only. Theresa used the time to advantage, fucking with Rick in just about every imaginable way, and showing him all the tenderness she could.
She had a great deal of tenderness to show, too, for the same psychological flip-flop that had taken place in Rick's heart had also taken place in hers. When Mike left her, she had felt certain that she would never be able to find anyone she could love as much. But just as the process of being seduced had shifted Rick's affections over to her, so the effort that she had had to put into the seduction game and the frustration that it entailed by virtue of being spread out over several days had caused a similar chance to take place in her. Also, just as Rick was deprived of Lucy, she had lost Mike, and in a much more permanent way. No matter how great the fish that got away was, you're still likely to feel prouder of the one you've landed.
For her, it was all emotionally pretty plain sailing. But although Rick felt certain that it was Theresa, not Lucy, whom he loved, he was still terribly afraid of hurting her by telling her that he had found someone else.
Theresa felt sorry for him, but she knew that it would destroy his growing male pride if she revealed how, for his own sake, he had been the object of a little plot concocted by the two women. Painful though it would be for him to have to go and confess to Lucy, it was all that would be necessary to finish the little game off. Neither she nor Lucy particularly liked having to manipulate him in this way, but it was for his own interests, since the only other options would have been for Lucy to have two-timed him with Scotty and run the risk of destroying his feelings if he had ever discovered the fact, or simply telling him that she preferred someone else. A fourth option would have been for her to tell Scotty that she didn't want him back, but after weeks of dreaming about going back to Lucy, that would have been a pretty grim homecoming for him. Although manipulating others is not the nicest thing in the world, the women reasoned, this way two cunts would end up with two cocks, and everyone would be happy.
Nevertheless, it wasn't easy for Rick to go to Lucy and explain what he believed the situation to be. Of course, she made it as easy for him as possible.
"L-Lucy," he said, "I'm afraid that ... that I've fallen in love with Theresa." He stood there with his head bowed, waiting for her to flame up in anger, or burst into tears. She did neither.
"That's all right," she said gently. "I understand."
The calm tone of her voice took him sort of aback.
"Y-you do?"
"Sure. People fall in and out of love all the time, and there isn't the slightest thing in the world that they can do about it. I've fallen out of love many times, but that doesn't mean that I didn't really love the men in question once."
He looked up at her. Her face was so peaceful and understanding that his embarrassment started to evaporate.
"Would you have fallen out of love with me, if I hadn't fallen out of love with you first?" he asked.
"I'm afraid so," she said. "People talk a lot about love lasting forever, but I've never seen a case of it."
This last statement served Lucy's purposes to a "T". With all the enthusiasm of his age, Rick was certain he was going to love Theresa for the rest of his life. The fact that Lucy admitted that she was not capable of such a love suggested to him that maybe she was a false start, and that he was lucky to have recognized this in time. Of course, he still liked and respected Lucy, but she no longer quite fitted his romantic ideal. As long as she didn't feel hurt-and she clearly didn't-there was nothing for him to have to feel guilty about. But since he still believed that he had thrown her over (since she pretended to have not yet fallen out of love with him), his pride was intact.
"Whewww," Lucy said as he walked out the door. "That was tricky, but the way it worked out, I guess it really was worth staying in a motel room for."
Now all she had to do was wait for Scotty to show up in a couple of days. It wouldn't be easy waiting, but then again, she knew from experience that the frustration would just make the fuck all the more delicious when it finally took place.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The last few hours before Scotty and his parents arrived back in town was murder, because it suddenly occurred to Lucy that if Mike's mother could develop an interest in her son and take him away from Theresa, the same thing could conceivably happen with Judy and Scotty.
The phone suddenly rang. It was Judy.
"Hi there, Lucy," she said. "I just wanted to call and say that we've just got back. How'd you like to come over later this afternoon-say in a couple of hours or so-so that I can chat with you about the trip? At the moment I have masses of dirty clothes to wash, and so much luggage to unpack that I hope you don't mind my not asking you to come over right away."
"Of course not, I know just how it is when I get back from a long trip," she said. She didn't dare ask how Scotty was for fear that the tone of her voice would give her away. She was trying to tell from the sound of Judy's voice whether there was a note of triumph in it, the triumph of a woman over her rival, but she couldn't detect any.
"Oh," Judy went on, "Scotty wants to come over right away so he can tell you about all the things that he saw on the trip. That's all right, isn't it?"
"Of course. Tell him to come right over."
The moment Lucy opened the door she knew that everything was still fine between her and Scotty. The little boy's eyes were filled with happiness and love as he stood there in the doorway.
"Come on in," she said, and the moment the door was shut behind him, she took him in her arms and pressed him against her soft breasts. He snuggled as close as he possibly could. That was what coming home meant to him. Coming home to his wonderful Aunt Lucy.
"Have a nice trip, sport?" she asked him. That was a leading question, and he gave just the answer she was hoping for when he said, "It was okay, I guess, but I sure missed you."
The way he said that indicated that it really was her who he missed. Not just her big soft breasts or her wet twat, but her, Lucy Eccles, the person.
She felt a hard lump pressing against her belly and realized that it was Scotty's prick, cramming hard against the confines of his pants. Well, she wasn't much more relaxed. Her panties were already wet, and she could feel her clit harden up, ready for action.
"Hey, sport," she said, "how about let's having some fun together?" she said.
That was fine by him, as his adoring face showed very clearly. She pulled away from him and started to undress him in a slow, tantalizing fashion.
"A little striptease, huh?" she said, as she unbuttoned his shirt and took it off of him. Then she took his socks off, and after that his pants. That meant that his meat was still covered by his underpants. Kneeling down in front of him, she took the elastic waistband of the underpants in her teeth, and pulled the garment slowly down.
His prick was sort of caught in the fabric, and was pulled down at the same time. Then, suddenly, it had a chance to pop free and expand to its full length right in front of Lucy's face. The sight of that thing so near her mouth told her just what it was that she wanted to do.
She gave the cock a quick little kiss on the knob, then got up and started to undress in a slow, languorous fashion. Scotty stood and watched her with his mouth hanging open. There couldn't be anything on earth, he figured, more exciting than the sight of Lucy's body.
"I'd have made a good stripper," she thought, as she lovingly cupped and fondled her breasts before letting her unfastened bra fall to the floor. The panties were next, but she left her garter belt and stockings on. She figured that nothing made a woman look sexier than to have on a bit of lingerie that did nothing at all to hide her charms.
Finally, she stepped up to him and said, "How about a sixty-nine, tiger?"
"Sure," he answered, "but what's a sixty-nine?"
That remark alone made it perfectly clear to Lucy that he hadn't gotten any more sexual experience while away on vacation. She had sucked his prick, and he had eaten her out, but they had never done both things together, as she recalled, and his ignorance of sexual terminology was just as great when she had seen him off on the plane to Europe.
"Lie down on the sofa, and I'll show you," she said.
He did so, and she lay next to him, facing in the opposite direction, so that each of them was staring at the other's sexual equipment.
"Now," she said, "a sixty-nine is prick-sucking and cunt-lapping combined."
"Why's that called a sixty-nine?" he asked.
"I guess because the way they're curled up next to each other, the woman and the boy look like a six and a nine," she said. Her interests in sex had so exclusively narrowed themselves down to fucking with boys that it didn't occur to her to think there was anything odd in describing a sexual position in terms of the "woman and the boy" rather than the "woman and the man." There was little likelihood that she would ever fuck with a full-grown man again in her life, not as long as there were still little boys around.
Since he had already lapped her cunt before, there wasn't much for her to explain. She gave his cock another tender kiss, and that was the signal to start. He pressed his face close to the soft, pink cuntflesh and inhaled Lucy's delicate woman-odor for a moment before sending his tongue sliding out of his mouth to press against her labia.
Lucy gave a little shiver of pleasure. It was so good to have Scotty back. Not that he was any better at sex than Rick was, but he was the one she was really fondest of, and for her, like for a lot of women, the amount of pleasure that she got out of Sex had a lot to do with what she felt about the partner.
Slurp! Slurp! Slurp! His tongue sloshed back and forth over her soft, wet labia. Scotty really liked cunt-lapping, and set to all the more enthusiastically because he hadn't had any for several weeks. Beating off in hotel rooms was definitely not the same thing as having your very own woman, he realized.
As for Lucy, she believed, as always, in starting on the prick slowly. At first, she limited herself to little kisses up and down the length of his shaft. And the kisses were more friendly pecks than anything else.
Then, when she got up to his knob, she slid her tongue out of her mouth and started to lick it as if she were licking an ice cream cone. The cock was stiff already, but that action made it give a little shiver as if it were trying to get even stiffer. She gazed at his balls and actually saw them pull up tight against the root of his prick. They looked so nice that she took her lips away from his cock for a moment and sucked on his balls. That made them pull up even tighter. As she gazed at his pubic region, she noticed that there was just a tiny bit more hair there than when he had gone away. Well, that didn't matter. He was still going to be a young boy for quite a while to come.
Scotty slid his tongue into her vagina and worked it around and around, pressing against her cunt walls as hard as he could possibly go. They were soft and yielding and delicious.
Lucy slid her lips over his cock and moved them up and down its length, so that the effect that she was creating was sort of like that of a cock sliding back and forth inside a cunt. Then, she stopped them at the prick-root and concentrated her sucking there while using her tongue to press and tease the rest of the shaft.
Scotty's body shuddered with pleasure as she did this, and when she took his balls in her right hand and started to squeeze and caress them, he shuddered even more. Her left hand was busy with her tits, since one of the disadvantages of a sixty-nine is that there's very little way for the male to get his hands onto the woman's breasts.
Scotty was making up for that with the fantastic action that he was giving between her legs, though, as his tongue raced back and forth across her tingling cuntlips, pulling into his mouth from time to time so that he could get more of a taste of her delicious pussy-fluid.
Lucy had switched from his prick-root to the tender spot where shaft and knob meet. And she could tell from the way his cock felt in her mouth that he was very, very close to his cum. She decided to hold him back by easing up on the stimulation so he would remain at his present level of fuck-frenzy but wouldn't go over the top. That way, when he brought her off, she would just have to give his prick a bit more attention to bring him off, too, so they would both be cumming at the same time.
Not that it was going to take very long for him to bring her off. All his pent-up frustrations meant that he was going for her twat like there was no tomorrow, his tongue racing now here, now there, driving her wild with cum-need as it wound her tighter, and tighter, and tighter....
All of a sudden, she felt her back muscles give a final sort of tightening, and she knew what that meant. She pressed her lips hard against his cock and flicked the top of it with her tongue just as the cum hit her.
His poor prick was so charged up that that was all it needed to get blasting, and as Lucy's hips bucked and heaved with the force of her cum-and he kept his mouth pressed against her twat all the time-she felt his prick quiver between her lips and send gush after gush of hot sperm splattering up against the back of her mouth.
The boycream seemed to be everywhere. He was cumming and cumming and cumming, as if he would never stop. What Lucy didn't know was that he had held himself from masturbating for the past three days so that his first cum with her would be extra nice.
At last he stopped firing, and her hips lay still, while he continued to nuzzle her wet labia. She sucked on his prick, teasing it with her tongue. It gave no sign whatever of wanting to go soft.
She slid her mouth off of it, then gulped down his sperm.
"Scotty, darling, my little baby, that was so fantastic!"
Scotty didn't mind in the least being called her "little baby" since in his love for her there was a fair amount of subconscious Oedipal desire.
She went and got him a soft drink, and they sat on the sofa, chatting and feeling each other's sex organs. It didn't take her long to realize, though, that he really hadn't gone soft from his last cum. As far as she could tell, he was perfectly ready to go again.
She was multi-orgasmic by nature anyway, and the mere fact of having him near her had her all cranked up and ready to fuck. She gently pushed him down on the sofa, after taking the glass from his hand, and got astride him.
He looked up blissfully. He knew that she was about to top-ride him, and that was just exactly what he wanted, too. She was so beautiful, and competent. And he was just her little boy. He closed his eyes contentedly as he felt her cunt envelop his prick.
Lucy could see how happy he was, and that, plus the wonderful feeling of his hard dick inside her, made her feel very, very happy....
