In Harold and Maude, a motion picture hailed as one of the best of 1972, Ruth Gordon portrayed an elderly lady who fell in love with a teenager, played by Bud Cort. And, in turn, the boy fell in love with her. In a touching, sometimes hysterically funny, sequence of events, they share each other's lives and hearts.
Many of the reviewers looking at the film when it was first released said that they went into the theater with the pre-conceived notion that the mere idea of a 79-year-old woman falling in love with a boy so young was somehow stomach-turning. But what they had to say when they emerged from the screening of the film was something few of them had expected-they not only loved the picture, but they understood the story and the motivation behind the strange love affair.
There have been few books, movies, plays, even articles, which have shed some light on this facet of human relationships-love between persons of great age differences. Harold and Maude did it on film, and we believe that Leave Your Boys Here does it on paper.
What Toni Rainey has written is not only the interesting story of a middle-aged woman who falls in love with a boy half her age, it is a deep look into the psychological reasons behind such a love, behind such a relationship. She takes the mind of Sally, the main character, and picks it apart, almost in clinical fashion, but with the reader never losing interest. And that is the test of truly important fiction-if it can do more than merely tell a story.
Harold and Maude was called a great movie by some, a good movie by others, and some didn't like it at all. But everyone commented that it was important, and yes, the film was a breakthrough in teaching people that love can exist free of the binding of age that our society has put on it.
Leave Your Boys Here, in the same way, may be called a great book by some, a good book by others, and some won't like it at all. But you'll see its relevancy when you see the deep soul-searching Toni Rainey has put her heroine through.
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CHAPTER ONE
Sally sat near the pool, her skin already brown from the wonderful desert sun, her shapely breasts showing quite clearly through the white halter. The tight bikini bottom revealed a large mound between her legs, and a little of the dark hair showed through. Looking at her you'd never know she was thirty-six years old.
And you'd never guess that she was watching the little boy playing in the water closer than anyone would imagine.
Sally sat there, pretending to read her copy of Cosmopolitan, glancing over the top of the magazine to the pool. There he was, the little kid who'd stayed in the car while his mother and father had checked into the motel. Sally had owned the little motel on the far south side of the famous Las Vegas Strip for almost seven years, ever since her husband was killed in a mountain-climbing accident. He'd met her in Vegas-she had been pushing drinks nightly at the Fremont at the time-and that's where she returned. She'd received all his money, and she bought a motel-The Croyden Arms.
It wasn't the best of the Las Vegas motels, but it wasn't the worst either. What was good about it was it looked like a good cheap place a family could stay, since it had a pool and cooking facilities in the rooms, and definitely lacked any kind of class, even though it accepted Master Charge and BankAmericard.
Sally couldn't give a hot damn about the business actually. She had a girl come in to help her mother with the work each day, and other than that, she spent her time at the pool, and at night, relaxing at home, often with "Young friends," as she put it. She could spend her time in the casinos, but she didn't gamble. Yes, with her good looks she knew she could be a hell of a successful hooker, and that's where they worked, in the casinos, but that wasn't what she wanted.
At least not with the guys who'd pick her up in the casinos.
She wanted young boys.
She really didn't know how it started. She'd always wanted a child, and in the few years she was married, she'd been unable to have one. Then Joe died and the thought of a son still lingered on in her mind, and sex with other men wasn't as good as with Joe, and she started to lose interest completely.
But she didn't lose interest in the idea of a son, and the thought of having a young boy around grew and grew till she realized, in her dreams, that there was some sexual desire there also. It was as if she was combining her loss of a husband and desire for sexual release with her wanting to have a son.
And the motel was the perfect place for it, she soon realized. Kids weren't allowed in the casinos, thus they had to stay at the motel while mommy and daddy gambled away their money. And what better place to leave their kids than a cheap motel run by a young motherly woman, her older mother, and a happy, friendly Collie named Mutt? The Croyden Arms wasn't the greatest place in town, but you could bet there was a big-dicked fourteen-or fifteen-year-old boy staying there every day.
As there was this day.
Sally glanced over the top of the magazine again, watching the young boy splashing around in the water. He was a doll, about fourteen, with curly brown hair and a tight little body. He was wearing baggy yellow swimming trunks, and every time he got out of the water Sally could see the little bump in the front of them, as they pressed against his young prick. She imagined it was all shriveled up from the cool water. Oh, how she'd like to put it in her mouth till it got warm....
She set her magazine down. She figured why pretend to look at him? She knew his parents had gone out for the afternoon, probably to Caesar's Palace or the Sands to try their luck at the tables, and they'd probably be back to take the kid to dinner and then leave him alone again at night with the TV set while they caught the midnight Diana Ross show.
"Enjoying yourself?" Sally asked, lifting her huge sunglasses for a moment as a cloud passed over.
The little boy looked up from the water. "Yeah, sure," he said, and dived under the water.
I'll bet his mom told him never to talk to strangers. Sally brought her legs up, opening them on the chaise lounge, giving him the chance to look at her crotch if he was at all interested. She could never tell until she caught their eyes staring....
The kid popped up through the blue water like a porpoise, and then he swam over to the side of the pool nearest Sally and looked up at her, directly at her face, between her legs. "You know, lady, I think this is the best pool I've had on my whole vacation."
"Really?" Sally asked, smiling, spreading her legs a bit more so some of her pubic hair was bound to show at the sides of her tight bikini bottom.
"Yeah, but we had a pretty good one in Indiana too, but the weather was crummy." With that he swam away, tossing in the water like a little fish.
A beautiful little fish. Sally pictured him swimming naked, his tight little smooth ass cutting through the water, his legs spreading to reveal his pecan-shaped nuts between his thighs. Then he'd turn over and his cock would glow in the sun, getting bigger as it got warmer. His beautiful little cock getting harder and harder....
Sally put her head back and listened to him splashing. Oh, it had been about three weeks since she'd actually had sex with a little boy. How she wanted this kid splashing around in the water! And she figured there was a chance with him, since he didn't have a little sister around to complicate things later. She had to come on cool, take her time, but she really believed he was one to be had. She knew she could do it. She'd watched so many young boys in the bathrooms in the past three weeks-the motel was the perfect place for a voyeur. All the rooms were on one level and the bathrooms faced the back of the building. It was easy to look into the windows when they were open, but impossible when they were closed. Shortly after she bought the motel and asked her mother to come live with her, Sally had exhaust fans installed in each bathroom, right next to the windows. The man installing them had asked her why she wanted them so low and she told him she felt the steam from the shower would be pulled out better that way.
She also knew she'd be able to see into the bathrooms easier that way.
And so, many times, during the day, at night, whenever she had a chance, Sally would stand on her tip-toes and peek into one of the bathrooms-watching little boys peeing, watching young boys playing with themselves, watching delicious boys taking showers, watching some of them actually cumming. And, so often, Mutt had come along with her and all she'd have to do was lift her skirt and he'd be licking her pussy for all he was worth. She didn't wear underpants when she walked behind the motel. It made it easier for either her fingers or Mutt's tongue.
She opened her eyes and looked down at the water. The boy was floating on his back, his little mound sticking up on the top of his trunks, pushing the yellow wet material out of the water, his little flagpole of love. Why doesn't he look at me? She was getting desperate. It was already four o'clock, and she knew his parents would be back to take him to dinner soon.
She put her legs together and spread out on the lounge again, only to hear her mother calling to her from the office. "Sally, telephone!"
"I'll be right there, mother," she called back over the stone wall surrounding the pool. Damn. She knew something was going to mess it up. She stood up, grabbed her magazine and suntan oil, and stepped into her sandals. She gave one last look to the boy, expecting to see him looking the other way, not the least bit interested in her.
But he was staring right at her from the far side of the pool. He'd stopped floating and was holding onto the side of the pool with his hands, his body submerged to his neck. Sally stopped for a moment, giving him a long, hard look, one that she knew he'd understand if he was at all intuned to sex, then she walked through the gate toward the office.
The little boy's eyes were fixed on her twitching ass till she was out of sight.
"I'm going back to the pool for a little while. If you get too busy, just call. And remember, hold Number 4 for Jack Kirshenbaum and his wife. That's their favorite room." Sally left her mother in the office and walked across the drive to the pool. Once inside she had a great disappointment-the cute-assed little boy was gone. There was no one there, the place was deserted. His towel was gone and so was his nose clip. Shit!
She sat down for a moment. Wait a minute, I've only been gone a little while, he couldn't have left right after I did. I'll bet he's changing clothes right about now!
She jumped up and started across the parking lot. What damn room did I put them in? Oh, seven, right! She stepped around the back of the long row of motel units, onto the familiar wooden walkway. Behind the building was another building, with no windows-a check-cashing service was part of the place, but Sally had never figured out what went on inside the long building behind it, and with no windows yet!-which made things perfect for her. She could spy on anyone she wanted with absolutely no fear of anyone watching her.
She walked up to the bathroom window of Room Number 7. It was closed. So she put her fingers neatly inside the little fan and lifted the louvres. None of the guests had ever complained that the fans didn't work-in fact, she didn't remember her mother even asking why they didn't. Maybe mother didn't know. Or maybe mother liked to play peeping-tom once in a while too, since she was a swinging old lady. But Sally didn't much care. As long as she was able to look at dicks in the bathrooms....
There he was, standing there in his trunks, looking into the mirror as he rubbed a towel vigorously through his hair. She was in time, she was early! He had to take off his trunks sooner or later!
Sally reached down and slid her fingers inside her white bikini. She wished she had let Mutt out of the office when she left-she'd like his hot, wet, long tongue lapping at her pussy now. But her fingers would have to do, her expert fingers that could fuck her better than any man-but nearly as well as a young boy. A young boy just like the one she was looking at.
He finally finished drying his hair, and he shook his head just like Mutt did, till it stuck out all over his head. Then he grabbed a brush and arranged it without much success-chlorine never helped hair. A shower was needed. But most little boys found taking showers a drag, Sally had come to realize. They liked swimming in a pool better, no matter what it did to their hair..
So he set the brush down on the edge of the sink and then looked at the bathtub. Sally was right above the tub, peering through the vent next to the little window, and she wondered if he was contemplating taking a shower or a bath. Then he bent down to the drain and quickly grabbed a piece of Kleenex in his hand and wadded it up. A bug was crawling in the bottom of the tub and he killed it with satisfaction and threw it into the toilet and flushed it.
Then, as the toilet bowl filled, he lifted the seat and stood in front of it.
Oh, God, I'm going to see it! Sally's fingers were lightly moving up and down along her pussy lips, feeling the wetness already there. He's going to take a....
The boy pulled his trunks down to his thighs in one fast move, and the band at the top rested under his hard little nut-bag. His cock sprang out before him, a beautiful little circumcised cock, with its reddish head proudly sticking out from the end. It hung down, small, soft. He placed his fingers on it and held it out from his small nuts, and then a small shot of piss flowed from the end and stopped.
Oh, my God, it's beautiful! Sally leaned up against the hot. stone-block wall of the motel, pressing her breasts against it, her knees weakening as she stared at the young virgin penis before her, a beautiful little cock that she knew would soon start growing into a great specimen, a big huge dick that he'd be proud of. But she wanted it before it got that big, before all the hair sprouted and it got to be as big as a man's.
The boy spread his legs farther apart as the trunks fell to his ankles, and he was able to piss better, a steady yellow stream hitting the water in the toilet. His finger completely enclosed his cock, so all Sally could see was the stream of piss spurting from between his legs, but it was enough to cause her to feel a jolt of electricity in her body, and she shoved two fingers all the way up her steaming pussy.
The boy finally stopped peeing, shaking his little dick a few times, getting rid of the last drops of urine on the tip, and then gave it a few pulls for good measure. When he did that it started to harden, and he didn't take his hand away.
Oh, Christ, he's going to do it for me! He's going to jerk off for me! Sally was ready to collapse in the still-hot afternoon sun.
The boy looked to each side, feeling guilty, she imagined, just for the hell of it, knowing he wasn't being watched, but still fearing that he was doing something that he wasn't supposed to do. He pulled on his little cock till it almost doubled in size and stood out from his body, more proudly than Sally had guessed it would look when she saw that lump of yellow in the pool. He had a perfect cock, straight as an arrow, with the biggest, rounded head she'd ever seen on a boy his age. It looked like some warrior or a beautiful soldier ready to do battle with his helmet on. She wished it was doing battle with her cunt.
He stroked it a few times, still standing in front of the toilet, his trunks in a pile around his ankles. Sally stood against the building, her fingers working feverishly inside her womanly hairy pussy. She felt her whole body sweating with desire. I want his cock! I want his cream!
Suddenly the boy stepped out of his trunks and went into the other room.
Shit!
He returned a moment later with his jeans. He reached inside the back pocket, with his hard cock still standing out in front of him, and took his wallet out. He opened it and pulled out a stack of pieces of paper, and then, underneath where they had been, in a "secret" compartment, was a tattered old picture, folded once.
He unfolded it, set it on the edge of the sink, and looked at it. His cock jumped as he did and Sally knew it had to be a dirty picture-God, but she wished she could see it! But that was impossible. All she knew was it was enough to really excite him, for his young cock grew another inch and he grabbed it and started beating it like crazy with his right hand, while his left moved around over his little boy nuts, all the time his eyes being glued on the picture.
"Ohhhhh," Sally moaned, unable to control herself, but he didn't hear her. At that point she didn't care whether or not he heard her or even saw her. She was about to cum, about to reach an orgasm just watching him playing with his hard young cock, and she almost wanted him to know what he was doing to her!
He was in the same state as she was, and a loud moan, just like Sally's, came from his mouth. He closed his eyes for a moment as he played with his balls, and then looked down at the picture again, his cock constantly being beaten by his rough little hand. He arched his back and all the muscles in his young body tightened, in his thighs, his chest, his face. He looked like a pillar of strength as he was nearing his manly climax. He moaned again.
Then Sally saw what really caused her to go crazy. A dribble of semen fell from the tip of his beautiful cock to the sink, but it didn't break, it stayed there, glowing in the light from above the sink. It hung from the very end of his big hard cock, his little boy's cock that almost looked like a man's except for the absence of pubic hair and really big, low-hanging balls, and fastened itself to the sink. But it was thick enough that it didn't break, like a rubber band of cum that bounced around there, from the opening in the head of his dick to the cold white porcelain of the sink.
Oh, look at that jism! Sally had to close her eyes as her wonderful orgasm shot through her beautiful body, hardening her tits against the wall, filling her hand with her feminine juices. She gasped as her feet quivered and her ass was covered with goose pimples in the afternoon sun. Then she opened her eyes, even though the ground was spinning at the moment, and looked at the boy.
His cock was shooting across the room!
She watched in spellbound fascination as the head of his dick opened with each spurt and she gasped each time a shot of jism hit the mirror, or the wall, or the shower curtain. She'd never seen a boy shoot so far-if the wall hadn't been there to stop it, she figured it would have gone many more feet. His cum could set a record in the Olympics! And that's one of the things she loved about little boys, how far they shot. She loved to lie there next to them as she jerked them off, sometimes with Mutt licking her cunt, waiting for the cannon in her hand to shoot to the ceiling-and then she loved feeling the rain of the boy's jism, hitting her head and her breasts and her stomach. She'd lick it all up off his body as Mutt licked it off hers, not a drop of boy-juice going to waste....
But this kid's was going to waste. Oh, how she wished she could at least taste it, or touch it. Her body was still wracked with her orgasm and she longed for one of those tremendous shots to hit her mouth, to come close to her, to hit the fan and dribble down to her tongue. She stared at that hard cockhead as it spurted the long, heavy, shots of cum clear across the room. She had to have it, and she would have. She decided she couldn't go the night without it.
She stepped back just as the boy started to fold the picture. She shook her head, letting her hair flop around her shoulders, and then pulled her hand out of her crotch. It was wet and she smelled it. She knew Mutt would smell it on her the minute she walked in the office and he'd go crazy-and she had better not risk that in front of mother. Maybe later, when mother would be drunk, she could do something like that and get away with it, but not now. She needed a fast dip in the pool to rid herself of the smell of sex.
But before she left for the pool she took one look more into the bathroom. The boy was holding a wash cloth, wiping up the splotches of white all over the room. What interested Sally the most was the fact that his cock was still as hard as it had been when he'd shot off.
I guess beating it didn't quite satisfy him completely. I'll have to see if I can do something about that later.
She ran across the parking lot and jumped into the pool. A few minutes later, mother called her from the office.
Shit, she couldn't even get in a decent swim! Oh, well, that's the breaks in the motel business, she thought.
CHAPTER TWO
"What card should we use?" Mr. Kirshenbaum asked, as Sally stood behind the desk, filling in the date on their registration card. She was glancing out the window every few moments, because the boy's parents had taken him to dinner and had dropped him off again. He was sitting out in front of the office in one of the metal chairs, watching the lights of the Strip come to life.
Sally was watching him come to life. And he knew she was looking at him.
"Master Charge," Mrs. Kirshenbaum said, as her husband rummaged through his pile of plastic cards.
"Which one?" he asked.
"Master Charge, I said," his wife said.
"Yeah, but which one?"
Two Master Charges? Well, Sally thought, her mind off the boy for a moment, in Vegas people will do anything. The good-looking, bearded young guy handed her a Master Charge card and Sally filled out the receipt.
As she handed it to the guy to sign, she noticed the boy standing up, looking directly into her eyes from outside. He looked sad, a bit pent-up with some emotion. She hated seeing that he was alone for the night. She'd have to do something about that....
"JACK!" Mrs. Kirshenbaum suddenly said, ordering her husband.
He stopped writing-he'd started with the letter "T" and stopped just after his wife had reminded him of his name. Then he signed his signature, Jack Kirshenbaum, and Sally checked it, and yet, it matched the signature on the card.
Mr. and Mrs. Kirshenbaum left the office laughing hysterically. Sally couldn't figure them out-they were the nuttiest couple she'd ever had staying there. All they seemed to do was arrive, run off like they were after some criminal, return at eight in the morning, blurry-eyed and moaning Keno combination numbers to each other, and then disappear for most of the day into the dark cool confines of Number 4.
Why did he start to write the letter "T"? Doesn't he know his own name? Sally put the charge receipt into the box under the counter and then her mother stuck her head into the office. She'd already consumed about a fifth of Scotch since dinner. "I'm a goin' 'cross the street and win twenty-five thousand," she said, shakily, and then moved across the office, with a roll of bills in her hand, heading for the Hacienda and its Keno Parlor.
She'd be gone most of the night. That was good. Because Sally had work to do....
Sally sat down in the chair inside the office, but then decided she'd go out and sit near the boy. It would be a good time to let Mutt out too. She opened the door to the living room and Mutt jumped out and licked her face. "Hey, baby, baby!" she said, opening the outside door.
Mutt ran out and circled the parking lot and then ran up to the boy and sat in front of him, licking his hand when the boy petted him. "Hey, what a great dog!" the boy said.
Sally sat down and lit a cigarette. "Yes, I sure do love him. Right, Mutt?"
Mutt jumped up and started licking Sally's chin, until she ordered him down. Then he did something which almost embarrassed her-he nuzzled his bushy head in between her legs, under her short skirt, and stuck his nose into her crotch.
"MUTT, NO!" Sally cried, slapping him on the back. He was already panting, his cock starting to grow, but the boy didn't notice that. He was just shocked that the dog would do such a thing.
Mutt ran away and sat near the pool, sulking.
"Does ... does he do things like that to everyone?"
Sally smiled at the boy's question. "No, just when he's feeling horny. He's like any other young guy, only he's a dog."
The boy smiled.
"You get horny sometime, don't you?" Sally asked, directly.
"What?" the boy replied with a look of surprise on his face.
"I mean, you're about fifteen, right?"
"Fourteen."
"Well, fourteen. At that age all boys start to get horny. Just like dogs do. It's very natural," Sally added with a grin.
The boy blushed. "Gee, yeah. I guess so. Dad said girls would start looking good to me in a few years. He said that just at dinner tonight, when I said I'd really like to see one of the shows here, like the Follies, where they have naked girls."
"He should only know that you already find girls attractive," Sally said, crossing her legs, in a very feminine way.
Again the boy blushed and smiled. "But I haven't done anything. I don't even have a girl friend back home."
Sally shook her head. "You should, but maybe a girl your age would give you a lot of problems."
The boy nodded. "Oh, yeah, my pals who have steady girls, they're always in a bad mood because of it. The girls never let them ... let them...."
Sally looked into his eyes. "Let them what?"
"Well," the boy said, obviously embarrassed, "you know."
Sally nodded as she puffed on her cigarette. "Yes, I do know."
There was a long pause. Sex was in the air, she could tell it. She wondered if his small cock was doubling in size in his tight Jockey shorts. She hated parents who made their kids wear Jockey shorts-she wished they wore no underwear at all so their young beautiful cocks could flop around for everyone to see.
"Well, I gotta go. I wanna watch Carol Burnett." The boy got up.
"What's your name?" Sally asked.
"Bobby."
"I think I'll stop over with some ice cream later, Bobby, if you don't mind. My mother went out and I don't have anyone to share it with. I like Carol Burnett too."
Bobby hesitated for a moment. "Well, okay, I don't think mom and dad'Il mind. I don't much like being alone anyhow." And with that he ran back to his room.
Sally finished her cigarette and got up to go back into the office, when she heard the Kirshenbaums-or whatever their names were-getting into their car, an ugly burgundy Javelin.
"Listen, a few six-spots at the Palace first, and then after the show we'll try the Landmark," he was saying.
"Come on, come on, let's hurry. I promised Martin I'd play a few games for him too!" And with that she got into the car and they blasted off down the Strip.
Strange couple.
Sally knocked on the door of Number 7. She was holding two dishes of banana ice cream covered with chocolate sauce and crushed walnuts. Bobby opened the door and smiled. "Wow! That looks great!"
"Can I come in?" Sally asked.
"Sure," Bobby said, and opened the door all the way.
Sally entered the room and set the two dishes of ice cream on the little wobbly table and they sat down to share their dessert. "Do you want a Coke or something?" Sally asked.
"No, I'm fine. Oh, boy, this sure is good!" He was obviously pleased. And Carol Burnett was still on the TV set, making him laugh. Sally pretended to laugh, but her heart wasn't in it. All she could think about was his wonderful hard cock and how it had shot his boyish cum clear across the bathroom. She wanted to see it do the same thing again.
When the show was over, Sally turned off the TV. Bobby had just finished his ice cream and he sat there, in his chair, looking a little apprehensive.
"What's wrong?" Sally asked, touching his hand gently.
"What?" He stiffened. "Oh, nothing. I guess I'm afraid mom and dad'll come home and wonder why I'm not in bed."
"You don't have to be in bed at eleven, do you?"
Bobby only half nodded. She could see he was beginning to sweat. She stood up and sat in one of the easy chairs, which was half falling apart, but she sat there just the same. She didn't care much about the furniture-she cared about the young boys who used it.
"Do you keep secrets from your parents?" she asked.
Bobby looked at her strangely. "No, I don't think so."
"I'll bet you do."
He shook his head. "No, I don't."
She figured the best way was to be direct. "Well then, I wonder what's in...."
She was suddenly interrupted by a scratching at the door. Mutt was out there, knowing she was in the room, sensing the sexuality she was emitting. "Oh, Mutt wants to join us. Do you mind?"
Bobby's eyes brightened. "No, not at all!" he said, because he liked the big brown dog and because he thought she would forget about asking him if he kept secrets from his mom and dad-he wondered why she had asked such a question.
Mutt ran into the room, licked Bobby on his hand and chin, let out a good "Woof!" and then settled at Sally's feet, his head on his paws.
"Good boy," Sally said.
"He's beautiful," Bobby added.
Sally wasn't about to give up her line of questioning. "Bobby, what's in your wallet?" she asked.
Bobby blinked. He went pale white.
"What's in the secret compartment of your wallet?"
He gulped, obviously shocked that she knew, embarrassed, scared. "Gosh, noth ... nothing why?"
"You're lying to me, Bobby."
"No I'm not, really!" he said, pleadingly. "Then let me look at your wallet so I can see that you're not lying!"
"NO...."
Mutt put his head up, his ears realizing the intensity of their voices.
"Bobby," Sally said very coolly, looking into his frightened eyes, "I want you to show me what you have hidden in your wallet."
"I ... I can't do that."
"Then I'm going to force you to show it to your mother, and I'll stay right here till she gets back so you won't be able to destroy it."
"I...." The boy faltered, then tears welled up in his eyes. He stood up and screamed, "You're terrible! WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?" He was shaking, with all the power in his young firm body, not knowing what to do, ready to burst with embarrassed fury.
Sally remained perfectly cool, in great control with Mutt sitting at her side.
"Please, please leave me alone," the boy cried, still standing with his fists clenched.
"Bobby," Sally said in a firm voice, "I want you to show me what is in your wallet. Now."
"How ... how do you know about that?" he asked.
"Never mind, but I know what you do when you look at that picture and that's a very naughty thing. It's something your mother wouldn't like hearing about. Nor your father."
Bobby's eyes looked as if they were about to pop out of his head. His picture, his secret picture had finally been discovered! But how?
Mutt jumped up and walked over to the standing boy and put his head in his crotch, giving a lick there.
"Mutt, stop that, he doesn't deserve it," Sally said.
"You won't tell my parents, will you? If I do what you say?" The boy was scared out of his pants.
Sally shook her head. "No, I won't tell them about the picture. I won't tell them what you do with your little ding-dong when you look at it."
"It's not so little," the boy said, almost automatically, immediately realizing he shouldn't have said it.
"Ohhhh," Sally said in a satirical tone, mocking him, "so you think you're a big man already, do you? Just because you can cum?"
Bobby didn't answer. He reached down and rubbed his fingers through Mutt's fur, nervously.
"I want to see that picture, that's all," Sally said, this time with a smile of sorts. "And then I'll tell you if I think it's worth jerking off to."
"What?"
"Oh, it's a naughty habit, and you shouldn't really do it yourself. But with someone else it's great fun. Anyhow, I'll bet it's a terrible picture. I'll bet I have better."
Bobby could hardly believe his ears. She has dirty pictures?
"Don't look at me so strangely," she said, opening her blouse a button. "My husband had quite a collection of porno and I kept it after he died."
"Really?" The boy's eyes seemed to lighten up. Sally knew dirty pictures had to be his passion-she could see it in his face.
"And if you're good and do as I ask, I'll let you see some of them, maybe even a movie."
Bobby couldn't believe it. "A movie? Like Deep Throat?" He was clearly excited, suddenly forgetting all the shame he'd felt when she mentioned the picture to him.
"Ummmm, better than Deep Throat."
"Wow!"
"Woof!" Mutt exclaimed, as he nuzzled up against the boy's warm leg.
"But you have to show me the picture in your wallet first. And you have to tell me something, you have to answer one question."
"What question?" Bobby asked, afraid again.
"The picture first," Sally said, moving her hands over her hardening breasts. The nipples were almost pushing through the light material of her blouse.
"Oh, all right," Bobby finally said, relenting. He got up and walked to the chair in front of the closet. Sally saw his jeans there, the same pair he'd grabbed that afternoon. He reached in the back pocket and pulled out his wallet. Then he sat down at the little table again and started emptying it, just as he'd done in the bathroom, only he was shaking this time. Sally watched with masterful glee. She was certainly going to have him-just how she wanted him.
"It's in the secret...."
"Compartment," she said, cutting him off. He looked up and nodded, and then finally opened the compartment they were talking about and pulled out the folded picture.
Bobby held it in his hand for a moment, looking down at it.
"Give it to me."
"It's old, I know it's crummy. My friend Jimmy gave it to me and I really don't get excited about it...."
"Stop making excuses!"
"I ... I don't want you to think...."
"Mutt, bring me that picture!" Sally ordered. The dog stood up in front of Bobby. He handed the picture to the dog, and Mutt took it in his mouth and carried it across the room to Sally. She took it and opened it and Mutt settled to the floor next to her.
She studied it for a long time, without any visible reaction on her face. The picture was tattered, yellowed with age, but it was interesting. It showed a middle-aged woman lying on a bed, with her legs spread so her cunt was visible. A banana was sticking out of it. Kneeling on each side of her was a teenage boy, and she was sucking both their big hard cocks at the same time, with her hands holding their buttocks. "Hmmmm," Sally finally said, "it's really not as bad as I figured." She had thought the picture would be a typical shot of a couple fucking.
"My friend had an extra copy, so he gave me one." Bobby was sweating, with a red face.
"But this picture excited you, right?" Sally asked.
"Not much."
"You're lying. I know you use this to beat-off over, I know it turns you on."
Bobby gulped. He could already feel his cock getting hard in his pants. He didn't quite know why. He figured because he had never talked about sex with a woman before, a woman like the one in the picture!
"Now you have to answer my question," Sally said, folding the picture. "What?"
"Do you always shoot your cum as far as you did this afternoon?"
Oh, my God! She saw me beat my meat! Bobby wanted to die. The most private act in the world and she had seen it. He just gasped, his eyes looking at her in utter disbelief.
"I've seen guys shoot far before, but you squirted your cum like a garden hose."
His little boy cock got harder. He hoped she couldn't see it. "I guess I do, most of the time, when I ... when I...."
"Yes?"...." when I do that. "
"Do you do that often?" Sally asked, placing her hand over her right breast.
For the first time he realized the top of her tits were showing and her left nipple was visible through the material. Her right hand was actually cupping her right one! God!
"Do you beat off often?" Sally asked.
"Sometimes," Bobby answered, hesitantly.
"It's naughty," Sally said, this time with a big smile as she rubbed her breast.
"But it feels good," Bobby said, his first honest statement.
"Ummmm," I know.
There was a pause as Sally removed her hand from her breast and rubbed Mutt's head. Bobby just stared at her, averting his eyes each time she actually looked straight into them. He was scared still, but interested. She's so much like the lady in the picture....
"I'd better be going," Sally suddenly said, getting up.
Bobby stood up too, surprised.
"Here's your picture, use it in good health."
She handed it to him, but he didn't think it was very funny. He was almost disappointed she was leaving. He wanted to do what those kids in the picture were doing, because they looked so happy!
"Come on, Mutt, time to go home," Sally said, and Mutt followed her to the door. She turned and looked back at Bobby, still standing in front of the table with the front of his pants showing an obvious erection. "I'll expect you in about fifteen minutes."
Bobby blinked. Expect me?
"In the office, or rather in my apartment behind it. You just come in through the door in the office. I'll be waiting for you."
Bobby took a deep breath and nodded. He'd be there. His parents wouldn't be back for hours yet, and he knew they weren't about to call and check on him. They figured he was already asleep.
"You'll get to see some pictures, if you want," Sally said, rubbing her breast lightly again, and then left, with her dog following her, wagging his tail.
Bobby sat down and put his hands between his legs and whispered, "Gosh!"
CHAPTER THREE
Bobby opened the door to the office. He'd combed his hair and changed his shirt, so he'd look real good. He even put a dab of his dad's cologne on his neck. He almost felt as if he were going on his first date!
He knocked on the door behind the desk, but there was no answer, so he just opened it and saw a nicely furnished living room. The first thing he stopped beside was a framed picture of a handsome man, whom he figured had been the woman's husband, and near it, a bottle of Scotch. He remembered that the old lady, her mother, looked pretty drunk when she crossed the street on her way to the Hacienda. He figured she was a lush.
"Bobby?" The voice came from beyond another door at the end of the room.
"Yes."
"Come in here, darling," Sally said, almost singing.
Bobby walked across the room and put his hand on the door handle. His sweet little cock was aching in his Jockey shorts. He took a deep breath and turned the handle.
"Come in, don't be afraid," she said.
He opened the door and looked in the room. He couldn't believe his eyes-he stood frozen in place, unable to move.
Sally was lying on the bed, stark naked. She had her legs spread and a banana was sticking out of her cunt. It was the picture in his wallet come to life-and only one thing was missing: the teenager to put a cock into her mouth.
Bobby couldn't move. His hand grasped the door handle as he stared at the naked figure lying before him. It was everything he'd seen in Jimmy's pictures, a hairy cunt, the ripe hard breasts with big nipples darker than any part of her body. But it was the woman who'd been at the pool, the woman who'd been in his room, and that's what freaked him out-he was looking at someone he knew! Not someone in a picture, but a real live living and breathing person!
"Don't look so shocked. You thought the picture turned you on, so I thought maybe you'd like to see what it would be like in real life."
"I...." Christ, he didn't know what to say.
"Shut the door, lock it, and come here," she ordered, lifting her head, looking at him with her legs spread, with the banana sticking halfway out of her juicy cunt.
Bobby closed the door and turned the key. He noticed Mutt curled up next to the bed, staring at him. Then he looked at the woman again and said, "I don't even know your name."
"Sally."
"Sally," he repeated.
She smiled. He was so scared, trembling so, that she loved it! "Come over here and see what it's like to do something with a real woman, rather than a picture."
Bobby walked closer to the bed, his cock as hard as it would ever get in his pants. Sally looked between his legs to see the hard lump of young boy cock standing up where his pocket was. She couldn't wait to get it into her mouth, she couldn't wait to do like the woman in the picture, to suck his young gushing juices all the way into her belly. A young hot boy's thick sperm! She rocked in pleasure just anticipating it!
"You ... you're much prettier than the lady in the picture," Bobby said, standing near the bed.
"You're much better looking than either of those two boys," Sally said, returning the compliment. "Besides, your cock's bigger than theirs' put together."
"How do you know?" Bobby asked, forgetting for a second that she'd watched him jerk oil-How did she do that? He still hadn't figured it out because he knew for a fact that the window was closed because the air conditioning was on and his mother always made sure motel room windows were closed, whether in the bedroom or the bathroom.
"You know I know, and now I want to feel it," Sally said, reaching out to put her hand on his belt, starting to open it. He just stood there and watched her move her fingers in fascination, watching her tug at his belt, then his pants, until she had pulled them down to his knees. Her fingers then grasped the top of his shorts and held there for a moment.
"I ... I'm scared, but I want to," Bobby said softly, still looking down, as if he was about to see his cock for the first time.
"I know you do, baby. Just let Sally take care of you; I know how to make you smile." And with that she pulled his shorts down and the beautiful penis that she'd lusted over that afternoon displayed itself in all its glory in front of her eyes, near her hand. Mutt got up from the floor and walked near Bobby, sniffing of his cock and balls.
"Mutt, no," Sally said, and the dog stopped licking his dick and sat down by Bobby's foot, looking at the boy's delicious-tasting young cock sticking out in front of his body like a delightful bone.
"Please touch it," Bobby said, looking down at her hand, which was fingering his thighs, his legs, his abdomen, but avoiding his throbbing penis. The tip was already wet with premature cum.
"No, I want the first thing that touches it to be my lips. I want to kiss it, Bobby, and then suck it in my lips, in my mouth. Will you like that?"
Bobby's breathing was fast now, heavy. "Yes, oh yeah, I would!"
"Then take off all your clothes except your socks and come up here and kneel, just like in the picture. And take off your clothes slowly, so I can watch you closely."
Bobby started to unbutton his shirt. He dropped it to the chair next to the bed, glancing back to look at the banana still stuffed in her cunt. She had her hand around it now, working it in and out. He saw that it looked wet, that the skin looked creamy.
Then he bent over-she could see his bare ass clearly, and the little pink hole between the rounded, smooth cheeks-and untied his shoes, and kicked them off, standing up again. His cock bounced in front of him, never once losing its hardness.
"Ummmm, beautiful," she purred, watching him, masturbating herself with the banana.
"Oh, wow," Bobby mumbled as he bent over to pull his pants from his legs. He nearly lost his balance and fell on top of Mutt, but he caught himself just in time, and sat in the chair to get his pants off his legs, and his undershorts too. Then he stood up, in only his dark socks, the perfect specimen of a hot young virgin boy, his manhood sticking out in front of him just waiting for her touch.
She stopped moving the banana in her cunt and put her head back on the pillow for a second. Then she said, "Bobby, you have to be careful. You've never had your cock sucked before, have you?"
"No. Except I got a blow-job once when I was ten from a kid who gave me a quarter."
"I don't mean that. I mean you've never had anyone sucking your cock till you came."
"You mean...." His question drifted off to a garbled sentence. She was going to take his cum?
"What I mean is I want to suck that beautiful thing," she said, reaching out to touch the hard tip of his wonderfully shaped cock, "but you'll have to tell yourself not to cum for a while, not till I say so. You'll want to shoot the minute I take it in my mouth." The thought of it made her drool.
"I can do that," he said proudly. "Sometimes Jimmy and I jerk off when we look at his pictures and we see who can hold off the longest."
Sally wrapped her hand around the full length of his young cock. "Then you will do fine. Get up here, you beautiful little baby, and let Mama show, you what it's like to have a woman."
Bobby moved to the bed and knelt next to her head, spreading his legs so he could balance himself, and Sally put a pillow under her head so his cock was very near her lips.
"Oh, you're gorgeous," she whispered, looking up at his cock, shining in the light of the room, hanging there above her, hard, perfect, wet at the tip.
Mutt jumped up on the chair next to the bed and put his head right behind Bobby. Bobby turned, alarmed for a moment.
"That's all right, he just wants to lick your asshole a little. You'll like it."
The dog is gonna lick my shitter? Bobby had just realized what she'd said when he felt the soft, warm tongue begin stroking his ass cheeks, licking him gently. "But...." Bobby started to say.
Sally grabbed his cock. "You'll like it, especially when you spread your ass far. Do it. See how it feels."
Sally reached around the boy's hips and pulled the cheeks of his ass apart. "Go ahead, Mutt, lick his asshole! Go ahead, good doggie!"
"OHHHH!" Bobby exclaimed as the dog's tongue lapped between his spread buttocks, hitting his spasming hot asshole directly. He'd never felt anything so good, except once when he laid down in the bottom of the shower stall at home and turned on the shower so it hit him right directly on his asshole. He jerked off that time because it felt so good. Now it felt even better, and it was the big Collie doing it, not a shower. The dog was licking his asshole, the dirty place he shit from! He couldn't believe it.
Sally released his buttocks. "Keep them spread as far as you can, he'll just keep licking till you tell him to stop. You don't want him to stop, do you?"
Bobby shook his head. He couldn't speak.
Seeing her lovely face lying just beneath the head of his cock was driving him crazy. She was right, he was already feeling like he was going to cum!
She took his cock in her hands again, in both hands, moving it up and down, stroking it, pulling the skin as far up the sides as it would go, and then pulling it back till she pressed against the hard bone of his pubic area. As she did that she opened her mouth and let her tongue find his balls, his hard, young, sperm-producing, pecan-shaped balls. She licked them and he groaned in passion, hardly believing what he was seeing and feeling. The Collie licking his ass, the woman sucking his nuts!
Her lips enclosed them, pressing her head between his legs, taking both of his hard little balls into her mouth and moving her wet tongue around on them. Her hands never stopped on his cock, moving it, holding it still, fingering the tip, spreading the little slit in the end till more premature white liquid slipped out. She adored his dick, she was entranced by it, and she wanted to stay there playing with it forever.
His balls tasted and smelled good, like a young, clean boy. She could feel the salt-taste of the sweat that all young boys had on their bodies, and the taste of the chlorine pool water. But, more than that, she tasted young boy, a sweetness she couldn't quite describe, just as she couldn't describe accurately the taste of a boy's sperm compared to a man's. It was something different completely.
And his cock was completely different. The last young guy she'd had was sixteen and his cock already had some hair above it, a lot of it in fact, and his balls had a few strands too. He wasn't a virgin, but he had never had a girl suck his cock before Sally got to it. His penis had been smaller than Bobby's, but fatter, and uncircumcised. In fact, the three boys she'd had before that had also been uncircumcised. So Bobby's dick was different for her, bigger, smoother, interesting, and ultimately satisfying. She knew that the moment she saw the lump in his swimming trunks in the pool.
She swirled her tongue over his balls, feeling them getting softer and softer in the warmth of her mouth, as she pulled on his long hard prick with her feminine fingers. She loved watching the tip, as the white liquid gathered, getting larger and larger, looking one big glistening pearl sitting there. Then it fell, finally, to her forehead, and some of it trickled down next to her eye. She could feel it clearly, knowing it was on her face, and she suddenly wanted to bathe in his young sperm, to have him shoot it all over her body just as he shot his young cum all over the bathroom that afternoon.
She pulled her lips from his tasty balls.
"Don't stop, please," Bobby said, his eyes closed.
"Mmmmmm, there's better things to do," she moaned, and with that opened her lips and took the entire head of his cock into her mouth and clamped her lips around it.
He looked down and shuddered, trying to hold back the climax that was suddenly threatening to shoot from his balls through his cock into her mouth. "GOD!" he shouted.
"Mmmmmmm," Sally said, looking up into his eyes with her lips holding the hard top of his cock tightly.
Bobby gasped and shook his head, trying not to think of what was happening, remembering her warning that he wasn't to cum till she said so. But all he could think about was the picture-this was the same, now he knew why the boy had such a smile on his face, why both boys had such smiles on their faces! He now knew what it was like, at fourteen, to have a blow-job from a woman more than twice his age!
She felt his cockhead with her tongue, tracing down the line of the slit to the hard glans, feeling with her tongue as her lips loosened a little and moved down the length of the beautiful organ. She wrapped her tongue around the hard ridge and closed her eyes for the first time, savoring the flavor of his crotch, the smell of his young sweat, his masculine aroma. She took as much of his little boy cock into her mouth as she could without lifting her head from the pillow and sucked hard for the first time.
Mutt licked like crazy at the crack in Bobby's behind.
"Ohhhh, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum," Bobby suddenly moaned.
Sally pulled her lips off his cock and slapped it with her hand. It shocked him out of his orgasm and made his dick swing up and down in front of her. "I told you to hold back," she said.
"I'm sorry, I couldn't stand it. It was so wonderful!"
She smiled. And kissed the tip of his cock. "You like how it feels?"
"Yes, do it again, do it again," the boy pleaded, holding his cock in his hand, prying to push it into her mouth again.
"Okay," she said, "but this time I want you to reach down and play with my titties while I suck your dick. And this time I'm not going to take my mouth off it till you fill me all full of your hot cream. I want you to fill me with it, darling, make me choke on it!" She looked up at him with passionate, steaming eyes.
"Yes, oh, yes," he said, "I'll do anything you want." And with that he looked at her ripe, womanly breasts and reached down and touched the hard nipple of the closest one. It was like granite, but hot! He pinched it and saw that her legs moved automatically, and then he rubbed all over it till she moaned and again pulled his cock into her mouth.
This time she went crazy. She took every last bit of it, pulling the head down into her throat, cupping his balls with her hands, lifting her head from the pillow to suck and move her lips and hands at the same time. She was going to jerk him off into her mouth, the same way he jerked himself off in the bathroom.
He rubbed her tits, both of them, touching a woman's breasts for the first time ever, loving the sensation, looking down at her legs moving around on the bed, the banana almost all the way up her cunt, fucking herself with it with her hard movements. And on top of everything, Mutt was still content licking away at Bobby's spread ass, wetting his fluttering shit hole with each lick, sending shivers of excitement up his spine.
"Oh, I'm gonna do it, I'm gonna shoot it...." Bobby held his breath, still trying to hold back.
Sally knew he couldn't wait any longer-he'd been ready to shoot back in the motel room in his pants, much less in her mouth!-and she was ready for it, dying for it since that afternoon in the pool! She needed a drink of his cum just as her mother needed her drink of booze. It was life to her, it fulfilled her as nothing else could. She needed his semen in her body!
"Sally!" Bobby suddenly yelled, feeling his balls tightening up so hard they nearly pushed up into his abdomen. His ass was covered with goose-pimples. Mutt licked harder, sensing Bobby's orgasm coming. Sally was almost surprised that Mutt didn't try to mount Bobby-he'd tried that before, but she had him well trained now.
Sally pulled his beautiful hard throbbing boy-dick into the back of her mouth and ran her tongue up and down the sides of it, and then began a pumping motion with her head in order to bring him to a smashing climax. All she cared about now was his orgasm and making him happy. She was a slave to his wonderful cock and she wanted to take his cream, eat it, drink it, not thinking about her cunt or the banana or her feelings at all. She cared about him at this moment, wanting to cause in him the best orgasm of his young virginal life. She wanted him to have a cumming so terrific he'd faint when he finished!
"OH, GOD!" Bobby screamed, throwing his hands into the air, looking down at her, shocked that she was going to take what was about to happen. But she did, lovingly, passionately. He felt the first shot of hot semen blow out of the tip of his organ, with the same force it had that afternoon, and it splashed over the roof of her mouth and coated his cock, just as the next spurt came. And it happened like that, one after another, spurt after terrific hard spurt, filling her cheeks, bloating them up.
"ARRRRGGGGHHHH! GOD!" Bobby screamed again.
"ARF! ARF!" Mutt barked, and then howled for a moment as Bobby shook the whole bed.
"Mmmmmmm," Sally moaned, sucking all the delicious cream down her throat. She could feel it on her tongue as it came from the tip, hard fast short spurts of the sweetest, thickest cream she'd ever had from a cock. She drank it down and sucked till every last drop had been pulled out of his balls, which she kneaded with her fingers throughout his entire orgasm, and she didn't let her lips open for a second, till the last drop was hers and his cock started to soften a little.
Bobby had his eyes closed through it, after watching the initial movement of his cock in her mouth, the jolt as he started cumming. He only felt it, what he had dreamed about for so long. Suddenly his masturbation fantasy had come true-he had been sucked off kneeling on the side of a woman who had a big banana stuffed up her pussy! The picture had come to life and he'd been in it!
He sighed and finally looked down to see Sally looking at the head of his cock with a sweet, happy expression on her face. She had white jism on her lips, and she was wiping his cockhead over her lips till they were clean, and then she sucked it again, till all of the white was down her throat. She kissed his cock and balls and held them right in her hand as she pulled the banana from her box and finally pulled the naked boy into the bed with her.
They rolled over a few times, and then she moved her head between his legs again and kissed his cock and nibbled on it till it got rigid again. "Oh, I love your sweet cock, your beautiful cock! It's so big for your age!"
"Yeah, I'm bigger than Jimmy, and he's older than me." Bobby reached down and felt her breasts again. They weren't as hard now. They were softer, and they felt beautiful. He looked down at the furry mound of her cunt, staring at it, studying it as she sucked on his cock again.
Finally she pulled her head off and said, "Bobby, I'm sure either your parents or my mother will be back soon. I'll let you look at the pictures quickly if you let me jerk you off while you do."
"But the film...."
"There's all day tomorrow," she said, comforting him.
He thought about it and nodded. He was dizzy from all that had happened. He thought it was a dream. Jimmy would never believe him.
Sally got up and opened her closet and took out a big hat box. She opened it and said, "Here, you sit at the table and look at these, while I kneel on the floor and play with that wonderful thing between your legs."
He had no argument for that.
CHAPTER FOUR
Bobby spread his legs as he sat in the chair, eager to look through the box of pornography. He saw many reels of film and some magazines, but he first wanted to see the still photographs, so he opened a white envelope marked PICS and started going through them.
As he did, Sally knelt on the floor between his legs. She put her hands on his socks, holding his feet, as she licked up and down his standing organ as if it was a popsicle. Mutt crawled under the chair, nestling his head between her legs, and started licking her pussy.
"Good doggie, good doggie," she said, as she pressed her nose against Bobby's crotch.
Bobby glanced down for a moment to see her beautiful lips grazing his hard prick, her tongue sliding up and moving over the wet tip. He still couldn't believe his eyes-the same woman he had seen and talked to out by the pool! If his parents only knew! If Jimmy only knew! It was too amazing to be real, he told himself.
But the pictures were very real and he was going crazy just looking at them. There were shots of men being sucked off by women-all kinds of women, some in garter belts and some fully clothed, even a few little girls with no hair on their cunts-and women being fucked in the cunt, in the ass, in the mouth. He especially liked the ones of young boys with older women, just as if someone had snapped a picture of him at that moment, with the older woman kneeling down in front of him. God, she was older than his own mother! But a hell of a lot more beautiful.
As he looked at a series of photos of a young kid with a nice cock and a thatch of blond hair above it, and an older woman, probably in her forties, he felt Sally's hands moving up and down the length of his cock. She was beating him off and he knew that the wonderful feeling, the electricity she was generating between his legs, combined with the powerful images created in his mind because of the pictures, would cause him to shoot into the air in no time.
One picture had the woman inviting the boy into her car. In the next she had her hand between his legs, and then in his pants, and then his pants were down to the floor. In the next picture she had her lips fastened around his standing cock, and in the following one Bobby could see the semen dribbling down from her lips.
Sally jerked his cock up and down, moving her hand up so it skimmed the head each time, where the most sensitive skin was, and with her other hand she played with his balls, which were hanging lower now, softer, but ready to shoot another young load of sperm into the air any minute.
Mutt was satisfied, and he was satisfying Sally at the same time. Over the last few years he'd become a master at licking her cunt, even fucking her once in a while. She'd rather have someone like Bobby, a real boy with a real boy's cock, but when she was horny and business at the motel was slow and there was nothing else to do-Christ, she didn't want to search the streets for a kid and get picked up for child molestation!-she'd let Mutt fuck her.
Licking her cunt was something the dog did perfectly, beautifully. He did it better than any man had ever done it, even better than Joe, and Joe used to like stuffing his head between his wife's legs for hours and hours, driving her to climax after climax with his long, hard tongue. But the dog was something else, he had a tongue like no one could duplicate, including Joe, and he used it like a master. He loved the taste of her pussy and preferred licking it to eating his favorite dog food.
And so, as she watched the head of Bobby's cock growing bigger and bigger till it looked as though it was ready to burst, Sally felt a delicious sensation rising from her pussy as her Collie slid his tongue inside her cuntal lips and licked her clit till she thought she would have an orgasm.
But she was really concentrating on the boy. It wasn't often a boy like Bobby came alone, hung, ready to let you do whatever you wanted to do to him, free of his parents and whatever. She considered herself lucky and she wanted to take advantage of it. She still remembered how shocked she'd been when she'd seen him shoot off like a little Roman candle in the bathroom. She wanted to see that happen again, this time in her hands, because of her hands, not his. She wanted him to cream to the ceiling!
"Oh, wow," Bobby whispered, responding both to the excitement generating between his legs and to the pictures he was looking at. There was one where a kid of about thirteen was taking a piss right into a woman's cunt. She was lying with her fingers spreading her cunt lips open as he stood between her legs, taking a leak, the stream hitting her right in the pussy! And she was loving it. And there was another with a group of boys all cumming at the same time, all over a woman's face, covering her with their creamy cum...."Cum, baby Bobby. Cum for Mama," Sally said urging his cock, talking to it. Mutt licked her cunt wildly, nuzzling his nose all the way up between the outer lips. But her best enjoyment came from seeing Bobby's dick ready to shoot, working her hand up and down the shaft, pressing her naked tits to his knees as he sat there looking at the pictures with an amazed look on his face.
Suddenly, he felt it coming, and he dropped the pictures to the floor as he bucked his hips up, pushing his ass up from the seat, ready to shoot his boy cum into the air.
"Now, Bobby, now!" Sally squealed, holding his nuts with one hand while she tightened her grip on his near-bursting organ with the other. Mutt growled as he licked, knowing something was happening. Bobby dug his fingers into the arms of the chair and let out a groan.
"SHOOT! SHOOT YOUR CUM ALL OVER ME, SHOOT IT ON THE WALLS, SHOOT IT OUT LIKE YOU SHOT OFF THIS AFTERNOON, YOU BEAUTIFUL LITTLE FUCKING BASTARD!" Sally held her head back, waiting for the first squirt....
"EEEEIIIIOOOOWWWW!" Bobby yelled, watching as she was, watching the first shot of hot sticky cream fly from the tip of his hard cock till it hit the lampshade on the dresser.
"OH, GOD!" Sally screamed, beating her hand up his dick one more time. The second shot didn't go as far-it landed on Sally's breast and dribbled down over her tit, over the nipple. Then the rest of the shots of cum landed everywhere, and they came faster, one after another, never stopping. Bobby's body was covered with his second load of semen of the night, the third load of the day, and gobs of it were on Sally also.
Mutt got up from under the chair and started licking the boy's juice from Sally's breasts. And as much as Sally wanted to take the beautiful wet glistening boy cock in her mouth again, she figured Bobby had to be surprised even one more time, so she said, "Mutt, lick his cock, go on, boy, lick it clean!"
Bobby sat down in the chair again, and then stiffened in alarm, still gasping from his orgasm.
"Don't worry, he won't hurt," Sally said, as Mutt climbed between Bobby's legs, putting his paws just under his balls and started to lick the boy's penis clean. And Bobby had to admit, it felt great, warm and soft, and the dog looked very pleased with it, licking the fresh hot sticky boy cum all off his cock, and then getting down to go back to Sally's fragrant cunt.
"No, Mutt, that's all for tonight."
Mutt barked and went to the corner of the room and sat down.
Bobby looked down at her. He didn't know what to say. The orgasm he'd had in her mouth had been the best of his life, but this one hadn't been bad either. "I'm sorry I dropped the pictures," he finally said.
"I'll pick them up. Time you got back to Number 7 before mom and dad come home."
"Yeah," Bobby said, a little embarrassed to have to get up dressed only in his socks and get back into his clothes.
"Will you visit me tomorrow?" Sally asked, lying back on the bed, her sex-reeking cunt splayed open before him.
God, I'd like to fuck a woman! He stared at her pussy for a moment before he answered. "Yeah, sure. I mean, great!" Then he stood up and put his hand over his soft cock, hiding it, and walked to his clothes on the chair near the bed. He reached over to get his undershorts first, but Sally stopped him.
"NOT THOSE."
"What?" Bobby said, wondering what she meant.
"Those are mine now. A souvenir." She held out her hand.
He looked at her, perplexed. She wanted his underpants? He thought it was strange-and then the idea of it turned him on. His parents would never know. He'd give her the very underpants he'd been wearing that night! It was great! He handed them to her.
"Ummmm," Sally giggled, pressing them to her cheek. "I'll sleep with them tonight. They smell nice, like you."
Bobby just put on his pants-without underwear, for the first time in his life-and then his shirt and shoes. He was in a trance, the kind of trance Sally liked seeing all young boys in. Especially since she had caused it.
When he turned to say good night to her, she was eating the banana that had been stuffed up her cunt. There she was, lying there bare naked, her legs spread, the banana peeled in her right hand, her lips fitted over it just as they had been fitted over his cock, smiling at the same time.
"'Bye," Bobby said, and unlocked the door and left the room.
As he walked through the office, he saw Sally's mother coming toward the door, looking plastered out of her mind. And from the expression on her face he could tell the old girl hadn't had any luck gambling.
Then, as he was nearing Room Number 3, the burgundy Javelin drove up and Mr. and Mrs. Kirschenbaum got out. "So we'll borrow off your American Express card in the morning, and I'll take some off mine tomorrow," the guy said.
"Okay, okay, we'll worry about that tomorrow. Anyhow, let's get changed and get back to the Palace. I've got a hunch a six spot for a buck twenty is gonna do it tonight!" His wife turned the key to the door.
Mr. Kirshenbaum smiled at Bobby and said, "Hi."
"Hello," Bobby replied, as they disappeared into Number 4.
In another minute, Bobby had disappeared into Number 7, quickly dressed into his pajamas and crawled into bed. The minute he crept between the sheets he realized his cock was hard again. I can 't do it again! He put his hand down there to hold it, closing his eyes. I'll save it for tomorrow morning. Morning.
Sally was on the floor with Mutt ready to mount her when she heard her mother come in. She reached up and locked the bedroom door, knowing the old gal would be too loaded by this time-free drinks at the tables, you know-to even understand what was going on. Sally had to go through with it, she had to have it, she had to be fucked-Bobby had turned her on more than any kid in years.
"Good doggie, wanna fuck Mama?"
Mutt growled playfully.
"Come on, stick it in Mama, stick that red hard thing in me and give me that shot of sperm." She pushed the dog until he was lying on his back on the floor, his slick crimson organ protruding obscenely from its foreskin. She placed her thumb and forefinger on a bulge of foreskin and began to jack it up and down, just as she'd done to Bobby's circumcised cock. Only with a foreskin there was more to play with.
The Collie struggled to stand, but she held him down with her other hand as she continued to work the skin up and down, faster and faster. His cock, she noticed, was becoming even larger-longer, thicker, more like a boy's-and she was fascinated by its color, the dark red color, and suddenly she released her hold on him and positioned herself on her hands and knees, flipping her skirt up, offering her white-skinned ass where the bikini protected her from the sun.
"Come on, Mutt, let's see what you can do to make me happy." She was ready.
Mutt's nose probed her asshole, just as he'd probed Bobby's earlier, but then he began working his legs up over her body, hunching his ass forward as he did so.
"That's right," she said, "keep coming, boy. Good doggie, that's right. Get up on me where you can get that nice long thing inside my cunt."
Mutt's forelegs were now clamped tightly against her ribs, and Sally could feel his hot breath on the nape of her neck. She could also feel the heat of his cock.
"AH, NOT THERE, NOT IN MY ASS!" she suddenly yelled.
"What, Sally?" came through the door. It was her mother, in a drunken stupor. Sally ignored her.
The dog's ass was pumping rapidly now, and Sally had to fight to keep him from ramming his cock all the way into her anus. Quickly, she repositioned herself, arching her back and raising her buttocks so that his thrusts would be aimed more accurately at her tingling cunt.
Suddenly his slippery dog dick was in her, and his hips worked even faster, taking her breath away. Never had he been so good-or was she just super-excited by the scene with Bobby? It didn't matter-what was happening was good.
"Oh, Christ Almighty, I'm gonna ... cum ... cum ... cummmm!" She knew she was going to hit-she'd almost reached an orgasm with the banana in her cunt earlier.
At the same moment the dog let out a groan and pumped her cunt full of hot canine fuck cream.
"Ohhhhhhh!" Sally moaned, her body shivering from her wonderful orgasm, overtaking every inch of her feeling and being, knowing the dog's lava was inside her pussy.
He pulled off and, satisfied, curled up in the corner of the room for the night.
Sally closed her eyes, lying out on the floor. Bobby, Bobby, Bobby. That was all she could think about.
She couldn't wait for tomorrow to come.
Tommorrow came faster than either of them had hoped. At ten in the morning, Bobby went across the street to the Hacienda for breakfast, and they returned less than an hour later. Mother was sleeping with a hang-over, so the hired girl did all the work, and Sally was obliged to help her with a few of the rooms. By one o'clock all the rooms were finished but Number 4-the Kirshenbaums, as usual, hadn't pulled in till 8:30 AM, and planned on sleeping most of the day.
"Mother can do Number 4," Sally said to the girl, telling her she could go home for the day. "I'm going to take a swim!"
And when Sally jumped into the pool, she heard a car pull away.
A moment later a little boy appeared, dressed in yellow trunks, smiling. "They went away for the afternoon."
Sally only grinned. "Come on in, the water's fine!"
In a moment, Bobby jumped into the water with her, and as soon as they started touching each other, the people from Number 10, a couple with three little kids, all girls, came to spend a few hours in the sun. That did it for Sally and Bobby.
"Could we go look at the pictures?" Bobby asked.
"Yes, and I'll fix you a nice tall cool lemonade, too," Sally promised.
They left the pool area and Bobby went to his room to put his jeans on, telling Sally he'd be in the office in a few minutes.
"I'd better bring them to your room. Mother's still asleep, I think. Your parents won't be back for a few hours, will they?"
He shook his head. "Okay, I'll wait for you."
She turned and walked away with anticipation written all over her face.
Sally entered Room Number 7 with a pitcher of lemonade in one hand and a manila envelope in the other. In it were full-color pictures that Bobby hadn't seen the night before. He didn't much care about the lemonade. By the time she was pouring him a glass, he had the pictures strewn all over the bed.
"My, but you're eager," she said, setting his drink down on the table near the bed.
"Oh, wow, look at that!" He was pointing to a picture of a young kid with the biggest prick he'd ever seen in his life. "It has to be a foot long!"
"I took that."
Bobby looked up. "What?"
"I took the picture. Look on the back."
He did. On the back was written: GAR Y-YOSEMITE. He turned it over again and looked at the picture. The boy was wearing white tennis shoes, he could see, and his pants and shorts were down around his ankles. His chest was bare, and behind him was a waterfall. Between his legs hung the biggest cock Bobby had ever seen, even in all the dirty pictures Jimmy had shown him.
"His name is Gary and he was working as a guide at Yosemite National Park two summers ago. I took a vacation there and met him and got him to pose for that picture and one other."
"How ... how old was he then?" Bobby asked.
"Sixteen."
"Gosh." Bobby just couldn't believe the size of the boy's penis. "I wonder if mine'll ever get that big?"
"You have a good chance," Sally said, reaching down between his legs.
"Did you do it with him?"
"He charged me just to take that picture!" She felt his hard cock in his jeans.
"You had to pay him?"
"Yes, he knew he had something to sell. He's probably a hustler on Hollywood Boulevard by now with Trashy Tillie."
Bobby blinked. "Who's Trashy Tillie?"
"A wonderful derelict who lives on Hollywood Boulevard smack in the middle of Hollywood, strolls with her shopping cart full of trash, begs dimes and quarters, always asking for tax to go with it, and wears about seven dresses at once."
"Gee," Bobby said, giggling, letting Sally unzip his pants.
"She once charged me to take a picture of her, that's what made me think of her. But Gary, he was really something. He made a fortune there at the park. Everyone knew about what he had between his legs and he charged everyone five bucks to photograph it."
"Five dollars?"
Sally pulled Bobby's cock out of his pants and held it in her warm hand. "Yes, and ten to touch it. Hell, he was photographed more than the waterfalls and redwood trees!"
Bobby looked at a few more pictures, loving the feeling of her hand starting to work on his cock. "You said there was another picture of him...."
"I don't have it here, it's in a frame, in my closet. I had the negative blown up and I don't know what happened to the original print."
"What's it like?" Bobby was feeling a kind of hero-worship for the kid with the tremendous dick, as a boy often feels for his father.
"He's hard in the picture, and he's just starting to cum," Sally said, putting her head down near his naked hard cock.
"Is it bigger then?"
"Enormous!" She clamped her lips over his cockhead and licked the tip.
"Oh, God," Bobby moaned, looking down at her head in his crotch. It felt better than the day before!
"You just look at the pictures as I suck on this tasty thing for a while," Sally said to him, whispering against his cock, and then took the length of it in her mouth again.
Bobby groaned and fumbled through the pictures. There was one of three boys beating off all over a beautiful girl's face, and another of the same girl getting fucked by a big burly man with a dick almost as big as the kid from Yosemite. There were pictures of Mutt licking little boys' asses, or licking up their sperm, and some of Mutt fucking Sally-his eyes nearly bugged out of his head when he saw those! Most of the pictures were Polaroids, taken either by or of Sally. Some were obviously shots of kids who stayed at the motel-a shot of a young kid who had stood near the pool with his trunks pulled down just far enough so she could photograph his cock. And another of a boy on the very bed on which he was sitting, with Sally sucking him off. Bobby wondered who'd taken the picture?
Then he found another picture with the same boy and Sally, but this time he could see another boy in the reflection in the mirror in the photo. Then, in the next picture, Sally and the boy who had been holding the camera were fucking. She had both of them at the same time!
And as he looked at the cocks and cunts and cumming, he felt her wonderful lips stroking the length of his cock, moving up and down over his smooth young dick. He finally closed his eyes and let his body fall back on the bed, giving himself up to pleasure. He would let himself cum, let himself shoot off in her mouth just as he'd done the night before.
"Oh, Bobby, baby, baby," Sally purred as she held his cock upright in her hand and talked to it, licking it, moving the rounded head over her lips and across her face. "I love your beautiful hard cock, your little-boy-man's cock. I love to hold it, to lick it, to taste it, to suck it!" She drew it into her mouth, all the way into her throat again, and then pulled off one more time, just to gaze at the beautiful sight.
"Do it some more, please don't stop," the excited little boy begged, spreading his arms on the bed.
Sally pulled his pants down to his feet, and he slipped his right leg out of them. Then he spread his legs wide so she could look at his balls, those beautiful smooth balls that she'd fondled and sucked on the night before.
Oh, they're so, lovely, so soft! I hope they always stay like that, with no hair on them, ever!
"Oh, God!" Bobby yelled, jerking his hips, as Sally dived between his legs, taking his balls into her mouth in one fast suck. She was wild for them, wanting them all, every bit of them, so she pressed her face to his crotch, her lips against the base of his cock, against his asshole, totally surrounding his balls. "Oh, yeah, suck them, do that!"
Sally flicked her tongue over his sac and she felt it beginning to tighten up. Then she pulled off, kissing them, taking each nut at a time, sucking on it, rolling it between her lips, alternating, till he thought he'd go mad. He wanted to cum in her mouth! When was she going to go back to his dick?
She had other plans. "Turn over," she said.
"Wh ... what?" Bobby asked, wondering why she didn't want to suck his cock any more, like she said she would.
"Turn over, I want to teach you something," she said, harsher this time. Bobby obeyed.
Sally looked at his naked back and buttocks. God, Mutt had been able to lick there, but she hadn't enjoyed that particular delight. Yes, she was going to taste his little asshole, see how pungent or sweet it was, see how tight it was....
"Ohhhhhhh," Bobby moaned as he felt her kisses all over his buttocks. He moaned in complete excitement now as his cock pressed down into the covers of the bed. Only recently had he discovered that his anus gave him sexual satisfaction, sexual excitement. Since he'd been able to ejaculate, he only worked on his cock and balls, but finally, one day, he pressed his finger under his balls and touched his asshole. He shot off immediately, his cumming triggered by the wonderful new sensation. From that moment on, he loved to play with his ass, rubbing cold cream on it from his mother's dresser, putting his little finger up himself (just slightly, because it started to hurt when he pushed it in any farther) while he was in the bathtub, and Mutt's licking tongue had added to his orgasm the night before.
Now Sally had her face buried between his buns, his smooth tight little-boy buns. His asshole was completely smooth, hairless, and the opening of his anus was dark pink. She found it with her tongue and licked it, and then pressed her lips to the place and kissed it.
"OH, GOD, GOD!" Bobby screamed out, finally muffling his shouts into the pillows. He was in ecstasy.
She kissed his asshole, directly on the spot where the tight lips hit the entrance to his anus. She poked her tongue at it, but it wouldn't budge-he was a tight virgin. So she sucked on it some more, tasting nothing but the sweetness of his perspiration, getting it wet and ready....
Then she placed her big finger on the spot and tickled.
"Don't, please," Bobby giggled, feeling the exquisite tickling sensation. "You like it, don't you?"
"Yes, but I can't stand it!" He was laughing now, tossing his head back and forth on the pillows, next to the collection of dirty pictures.
"Bobby, I want you to hold still and don't make a sound."
He wondered why, but he did as he was told.
She pressed her finger at his asshole, harder. Then she started twisting it. And then she gave it a hard shove.
"OWWWWWW!"
She slapped his ass with stinging force! "I told you not to make a sound!"
"But it hurt," he cried.
"SHUT UP!" And with that she hit him again. Slap!
Bobby kept quiet, keeping his face into the pillows.
Then she pressed her finger into his asshole until the tight little hard nether ring gave way and she was in up to her first knuckle. Bobby groaned in pain, but arched his buttocks even higher on the bed, as if he wanted more. Sally just looked down in utter amazement-her finger was going into his virgin asshole!
"Ohhhhhh, please," Bobby moaned, turning his head. "My cock is going to explode. I hurt but it feels good too." His voice was barely audible.
"Take it, baby," Sally said, shoving her finger even deeper into the boy's asshole. He cringed in pain, and she pushed farther and then withdrew a little. She knew he was loving the new experience, and she wanted him to cum into her mouth, not into the bed covers, so she reached under him with her other hand, between his legs, and grasped his hard cock and pulled it down between his legs, hurting him, holding it so she could put her face between his spread thighs, right under the spot where her finger was fucking him, and suck his cockhead till he shot off into her mouth.
"I'm going to suck you and fuck you, you little beautiful bastard," Sally growled, and then she shoved her face between his outstretched legs and took the head of his trembling young dick in her mouth and started sucking on the already-wet head. At the same time she started poking her finger in and out of his hurting, tight, virginal asshole. She was doing what she said, sucking and fucking him at the same time.
"Ohhhhh, God, I'm going to do it, I'm going to do it in your mouth," Bobby whispered, banging his fists on the bed. Some of the pictures fell to the floor. He kicked his legs as he felt his orgasm rising, as the almost unbelievable presence of her finger in his asshole drove him toward a violent orgasm.
"Ummmmm," Sally moaned, sucking as hard as she could, poking her finger into his ass harder still. His asshole held her finger tight, and she could feel how hot it was, how rubbery, how sweet. She wished she could stick two fingers up there, or even three, but she knew he'd die of pain. For now, one was enough, plus his cock bent down into her mouth, and his balls tightened up into his body above it.
"NOW! NOW! NOWWWWW!" Bobby suddenly screamed and lifted his hips and dropped them. When he lifted them her finger shot all the way up into his anus, to the hilt, filling him to the brim, and when he came down his cock filled her mouth completely, hitting the back of her throat with the first shot of hot, delicious boy-sperm.
And the load was tremendous. As he bucked his body and growled and shouted in glee, Sally took it all, sucking on him like crazy, sucking madly, drinking his white milk like a little kitten from its mother's titties.
But this was no tittie-this was a beautiful, hard young cock, the kind of hard little boy cock Sally loved. And his asshole was one of the tightest she'd ever encountered. Oh, she'd love to shove a big rubber dildo up there and see how he'd take it! She loved playing with little boy's assholes-they loved it so!
She took his load and let his cock flop back under his tummy, and then she pulled her finger from his asshole and rubbed it so it wouldn't feel so sore. He was panting, trying to get his breath back.
Sally slapped him on the ass. "Bobby, you're a good kid," she said, playfully. He couldn't even answer.
CHAPTER FIVE
The next afternoon Bobby's parents took him off to Mount Charleston and Sally was again out by the pool, waiting for the Kirshenbaums to wake up so she could do the room. She was bored, thinking only of Bobby and his wonderful juicy cock.
Something strange was happening to her and she knew it. Bobby had taken hold of her more than any boy she'd ever met. There was something about him that she couldn't explain, some feeling she had for him that surpassed her sexual desire and her lust for his wonderful sexy body. She had felt jealous when his parents had driven off with him that morning. She wanted to be his mother, sitting there in the front seat, next to him. She could feel his warm leg against hers, his wonderful flesh, and maybe she could slip her hand into his pants without his father seeing....
She couldn't stand it! She jumped into the pool, but even the cool water didn't help. She had to do something to relieve her frustrations. She knew Bobby would be back that night, and it would be a wonderful night because she wanted him to fuck her like a man, stick his great cock up her twat and fuck the hell out of her, but if she didn't do something to take her mind off him soon, she'd go stark-raving mad.
She also felt maybe she was getting too hung up on him. She knew he was leaving the next day, and she already was missing him. Oh, no, baby, she wasn't going to let herself fall in love with a damn fourteen-year-old boy, not on your life! If that's what's happening, forget it! She needed to start seeing other boys, to get her mind off Bobby. She didn't want to get emotionally involved with a mere child! She wanted his body for sex, but that was all.
At least she tried to convince herself of that.
So she went back to her room, showered, dried her long brown" hair, and put on an attractive summery skirt and tight pull-over top. She told her mother she was going shopping. She got into her car and drove down to the Las Vegas Hilton. She hated the fact that they'd changed the name. She still always wanted to call it the International.
On the way she passed the nearly-completed Grand Hotel, MGM's bid for fortune in Vegas. She couldn't wait for opening night-every hooker in town would be there. But she was thinking of all the young boys in the rooms who weren't allowed in the casinos, all the little boys lying in bed playing with their little dicks while their parents went out and had a ball. It wasn't fair! Maybe I should start a child-care center for fifteen-year-old males!
She parked in the Hilton parking lot and walked into the blue and gold lobby. The place was too glitzy for words, and almost was tasteful in some respects-was anything tasteful in Las Vegas, though, when it came down to it? One thing for sure, and you couldn't dispute it, the Hilton's main showroom was the ugliest, tackiest, gauchest thing in the city.
Sally walked through the lobby, listening to the familiar sound of coins falling into the metal mouths of slot machines, and saw her friend Judy in the gift shop. They talked for a few minutes. Judy was the only other woman her age she knew who had a "feeling" like she did-Judy always knew where the action was, where to find a boy or two.
"There's two up in Room 546."
"You're sure it's cool?" Sally asked.
"Cool? They're as hot as can be!"
"You know what I mean!" Sally said.
"Listen," Judy said, bending over the counter, "I had them both last night. They're here with their divorced mother and she's off with some 'John' and hasn't been seen in three days-and I doubt she'll be back for a while. Last time they were here they said they didn't see her for nearly three weeks."
Sally smiled. "Who does she think she is, Howard Hughes?"
"546. They're up there now. Use the house phone, tell them you're a maid and you want to come up and check the linen or something ridiculous like that. They're dying for it, Sally. If I could get an hour off, I'd go up there and suck 'em both off again!"
That was enough for Sally. She nodded and walked to the house phones and dialed the room.
"Hello?" It was the voice of a young boy. Sally immediately imagined he was blond, about thirteen, and pretty as hell.
"Sir, this is the maid. I need to come up and check on the air conditioning control. Is it all right to stop in now?"
"Ummmm, sure, yeah."
"Thank you, sir."
"Okay."
He's a fucking doll! Sally immediately got into the elevator and pressed the button marked 5.
She knocked on the door of the room. In a second a blond, just as she'd expected, opened it. "Oh," he said, "I thought it was the maid. Ummmm, Mom's not here."
"J called," Sally said, stepping into the room uninvited. His brother was sitting in one of the chairs facing the table by the windows. She could see that they'd been playing checkers. "I'm Sally. Judy said you maybe wanted to have someone play checkers with you."
Immediately the door closed and their eyes lit up.
"I'm...." the older one started to say, but Sally stopped him.
"I don't want to know your names. Just get your pants off and let me see what's between your legs." She was direct, firm. She wanted one thing, and the faster the better. She had to rid her mind of Bobby.
They understood her perfectly, and Judy was right, they were hotter than Mutt when he was after her-which was pretty damned hot! They had their pants off in no time, standing naked before her in the sun-filled room. She looked at their perfect cocks and gasped. Both were big for their age, and both had just a little hair above them, just enough to make them interesting. She grabbed them in her hands and started pumping on them.
Neither boy said a word. They just stood there, letting her play with them, watching her expert hands fondling their cocks and nuts and assholes. She slipped to the floor, leaning against the bed, and took the older boy's cock into her mouth and sucked like crazy as his younger brother watched. She drew it all the way into her mouth, sucking hard with her lips, moving her tongue like crazy, chewing a little with her teeth, just enough to hurt him a bit, and moving her throat so the tip would feel it.
The younger boy knelt down and put one hand on his penis as he watched his brother getting sucked off by the beautiful woman, the mysterious woman. He watched as she drove her lips down the length of his cock and then pulled back to the tip, till the hard ridge showed, till almost the whole end came out of her, all wet and silky, and then back in it went, all the way till it bulged in her throat. The blond boy almost came just watching the sight so closely.
The older boy was going nuts, nearing an orgasm. It had happened so fast-he and his brother had been to the pool and finally had decided, after taking a shower, to play checkers since they were bored-and then the "maid" had called and now they were gonna get sucked off by some beautiful woman they'd never seen before!
Sally went to town, dying for the boy's jism. She sucked harder than she had in her life, working his nice cock with her hand also, jerking him off into her mouth, and then she pulled her lips away and held his cock just an inch from her mouth, still jerking him. "Shoot, shoot into my mouth, you little fucker!"
"Ohhhhh," the boy groaned, looking down to see her open mouth waiting for his shots of cream.
Sally pulled on his cock, holding his balls with her other hand, just close enough to her lips so the jism would hit her tongue, and then she could take him into her mouth and suck the living shit out of him....
"OHHHHHHH!" The boy let it fly!
The first shot of his thick white jism popped out of the head of his cock like gunfire, hitting her teeth and upper lip, spraying the entire inside of her mouth, and then the squirts came one right after another, filling her mouth as she drew his big cock into her again, sucking the jism out of the tip, drinking the sperm of a boy she didn't even know-whose name she didn't even know! But he tasted wonderful, almost as sweet as Bobby....
I've got to stop thinking about Bobby!
Sally pulled her head off. "Your turn," she said to the other boy, and all she had to do was dip her head into his lap and take his standing cock. As soon as she got it into her mouth, he let out a gasp and shot his entire load into her in one fast, never-ending stream. She gagged at first, not expecting it, and then started swallowing like crazy when she realized what was happening. She was able to take all of him, but when she lifted her head, her chin was covered with white cream.
And that's how she left them. One on the floor, gasping for breath, his cock still hard, and the other standing there with his limp cock satisfied, wondering who she was and where she came from and why didn't she take off her clothes and....
She was gone before they knew it.
Back in the gift shop, Sally walked up to Judy and said, "Thanks, honey."
Judy winked and then started to a customer. She stopped and turned back to Sally for a moment. "Sal?"
"Yes?"
"There's a wet spot on your sweater!" They both giggled.
Sally did do a little shopping, some groceries and a light bulb she needed for the office desk. When she got home her mother told her a nice couple had checked in and had gone off to the casinos as fast as they'd signed the register.
"What room are they in?" Sally asked, putting the lettuce in the crisper.
"Twelve."
Twelve had two double beds! "They have kids?"
Her mother smiled-did she know something?-and said, "Two boys. Left 'em here. They're out by the pool, I think. Oh, well, I'm gonna make myself a little snort...."
Sally threw the lettuce in the refrigerator and said, "And while you're snorting, finish putting these away. I just thought of something I have to do."
With that she went out by the pool.
No one was in the water. Only a husband and wife were sunning themselves on the lounge chairs. "Hi," the woman said.
"Hello," Sally said with a shit-eating grin.
She walked to the room they were supposed to be in and listened at the door. Nope, no sound. She wondered if they were in the bathroom. She started to walk around the building, when a sound stopped her.
There they were, the Keno-freaks, Mr. & Mrs. Kirshenbaum, off to the pool for a few hours-why was it they were always reading dirty paperback books? They were carrying one each again! Sally couldn't understand it-and they waved and smiled at her.
She waved back and went around the building, and stopped dead in her tracks as soon as she rounded the back corner.
Standing there between the Ace Check Cashing Service Building and the motel were the two boys her mother had told her about. They each had their swimming trunks down around their ankles. One was leaning against the Ace building, the older one, his eyes closed, beating his hard cock like crazy. The other one was stooping down near him, pulling on his dick between his legs, looking up at the older kid's cock. Sally immediately flashed that they looked a lot like the two kids she'd just sucked off at the Hilton.
"Hello," she said, sweetly, walking toward them.
They suddenly froze in shock. They'd never seen her before, they were standing there doing something they weren't supposed to be doing, something very private, and there was no way out-Ace had a big sign put up in front of his "front" and it blocked passage to the street. They had to pass her to get out, and she wasn't about to let them do that.
"Bad boys," she said, and they gave each other a helpless look and frantically tried to stuff their raging hard-ons into their trunks, fumbling, slipping. Sally laughed, knowing at once they were naive boys just beating off who happened to get caught. There was a certain amount of pure humor in it.
"I don't think you two know what you're doing, do you?"
"What?" the older of the two asked.
"You're on private property."
"We are staying in the motel here," the younger boy said.
"I own the motel, but this is Ace's property," Sally lied.
They looked even more guilty. "We didn't mean to do anything wrong," the taller boy said.
"Well, I think I should tell Ace what you were doing back here. It's a very dirty habit, you know."
They looked panic-stricken. Sally loved it-it was better than watching them through the window or the exhaust fan. "Say, I'll make you a deal," she said.
"What?" the younger boy asked. He was cute, and his smile was getting through to Sally.
Besides, their cocks were still visibly hard-the older one's head was sticking out of the top of his trunks without him even knowing it!
"You were doing something dirty, so you'll have to clean up."
"What?" the little one asked, not understanding. His cock was finally getting small again.
"You'll have to take a good shower," Sally said.
"But...."
The older boy stopped his younger brother. "Shhhh, Scotty. Let's do what she says."
"Ummmm," Sally murmured, liking his attitude. She also knew he either really understood her, or he was naive enough to believe she meant what she was saying about them being dirty-and she figured, yes, he was that naive. She figured they were from Kansas or some place like that. Nowhere.
"I want you both to take a shower and let me watch," she said, with lustful eyes.
The oldest boy suddenly felt a little scared and his cock softened. "You want to watch? "Yes."
Gulp. "But we don't have a shower stall, we only have a bathtub in the room...."
"I know, I own the place, remember?" Sally reminded him.
The smaller one, Paul, spoke up again. "How can we fit into a bathtub and have you watch?"
"Let's find out...." Sally's words drifted off as she turned and walked to the end of the building. "Coming?" she called to them.
They didn't have much choice.
"What's your name?" Sally asked the taller boy when they entered the bathroom of their room. "Paul."
"After your father?"
"Yeah," he said, obviously not liking the fact.
She looked down as he dropped his trunks and stepped out of them. His cock was very small now. "Maybe you'll have a big prick like him one day."
The boy didn't answer. He was speechless once he had his trunks off in front of her.
Sally leaned against the wall. "Oh, fuck, this is going to be incredible! FUCKING INCREDIBLE!" She squealed into the air and the whole room shook.
The two startled boys stood in the bathroom, staring at Sally. "Okay, you came in here to take a shower, now take one," she said.
They were trying to cover their dangling-and growing-cocks. "Get in that shower, both of you, and clean up real good. Then I'll surprise you both."
They didn't know what to do nor what to say, so they stepped into the bathtub and turned on the shower. "The floor'll get wet," Scotty said.
"I don't care," Sally answered, watching them, leaning up against the wall, looking at their beautiful naked bodies getting wet, shining.
They moved carefully, so as not to fall out of the tub, but both of them wanted to get under the spray of the water, in a bathtub designed for one person. They began to soap their bodies, all over, under their arms, over their cocks, each other's backs and asses. The soapsuds thickened and covered them almost completely.
The two boys giggled a bit. Sally knew they were really immature, which delighted her. They would be fun, teaching them something new, something that they weren't going to take too seriously. She reached in her blouse and tweaked her nipple as they rinsed the soap from their bodies. God, but their cocks and balls were lovely to look at!
Sally then opened her skirt and let it drop to the floor. She stood there in her panties, feeling her pussy mound with her fingertips. If she could see them naked, they sure could see her the same way. She opened her blouse completely and took it off as they gazed at her through the shower spray, which was covering the floor of the bathroom with a stream of water.
Then she walked up to them, kicking off her thongs, and grabbed the bottle of shampoo. "Turn the water off for a moment," she said, and Paul obeyed.
Then she squirted some shampoo onto his head, and did the same to Scotty, and started working up a lather on both of them, as they laughed and giggled, looking at her panties and bra so close to them. Their young cocks were still half-hard in front of her. They were having so much fun they didn't really get completely turned on.
Scotty, the tall boy, backed against the wall, wide-eyed, holding his hands over his little pecker. Sally's bra and panties were soaked already, and the water made them transparent, and they felt transparent-she could feel her pussy and nipples showing right through the material. Paul's face pressed against her breast as she soaped his head.
Then he rinsed off while it was Scotty's turn, and when he bent over he put his lips over the wet bra and felt the hard nipple in his mouth. She rubbed the suds hard into his hair. He put his arms around her body, as if to hold himself up, pulling her to him. He undid her bra straps and it fell from her breasts when he pulled away.
Her tits were naked in front of them.
"Wow!" Paul said, smiling, looking down at the beautiful nipples.
"I wanna see more," Scotty said, and bent down, his head still full of soap, to pull her wet panties to her knees.
"Stop that!" she ordered, but they were having too much fun to stop.
"You're really beautiful, better than Miss Jensen." Paul said it happily.
"Who is Miss Jensen?" Sally asked.
"Our school teacher. We've played around with her after classes," Scotty answered, staring at Sally's dark muff.
Sally reached down and turned the water back on. "That's terrible, she shouldn't have let you take advantage of her," she said.
Scotty rinsed his hair. "She begged us to take off our pants for her the first time, so she could see our pee-wees!"
Paul doubled up in laughter over the word pee-wee.
Then Paul succeeded in showing Sally a little of what they'd done with Miss Jensen-he grabbed her tits in his hands and held them, bending his head to kiss them and lick them as the water poured over their bodies and puddled on the tile floor.
Scotty helped her keep her balance while he got her out of her panties-she stepped out of them on the wet floor. He then reached down and pressed his hand into her pussy. "Oh, it's so much more hairy than Miss Jensen's twat!"
And she had thought they were naive little kids? She had two terrors on her hands!
And she was good to them, very good, because she wanted them a hell of a lot. She reserved one hand for Paul, to stroke his head while he kissed her breasts, and she shook them in his face to provide a more provocative target for his eager lips. And with Scotty she smoothed her other hand over his head while he knelt and explored around her buttocks and loins with his hands, and she turned her hip and bounced her buttocks before him to titillate him a bit as encouragement for him to be not so timid with his lips.
When Scotty kissed the point of her smooth hip, she turned some more, slowly, and thrust her cunt out to him, enticing him, letting him know she wanted him to kiss the furry triangle between her womanly legs.
When Paul's kisses on her breasts had her nipples as hard as rocks, she pushed him down to the floor of the tub, next to Scotty, so they both would have a shot at her cunt.
"Lick that cunt, you little bastards," she said, turning off the water, spreading her legs. "Lick it as good as my dog does and I'll reward you, just like I reward him."
They looked up at her, surprised to hear her dog lapped at her cunt.
"LICK IT!"
They both started lapping at her pussy, at her thighs and the lips of her cunt. She just stared down at them, two naked wet boys licking at her crotch like crazy. She felt powerful, very much in control.
"Oh, it tastes better than Miss Jensen's!" Paul said, shoving his tongue all the way up her pussy as far as it would reach.
"Ummmm, do that again," Sally moaned, her hands on her hips, standing there as the boy really started giving her a tongue-fuck.
"Do it to her, stick it up there," Scotty said to his brother, pulling on his now-hard little cock.
"Oh, yes, yes," Sally moaned, "shove that hard tongue up my cunt! Shove it up my pussy, you little shit! Shove it up there and suck on my clit, you beautiful little kid!"
Paul pressed his lips to her pussy, sucking like crazy, doing just what Miss Jensen had taught him after class so many times. But he liked the taste of Sally's cunt better. Probably, he thought, because she was young and beautiful. Miss Jensen was an old maid of fifty-seven who looked like an old maid of fifty-seven.
Sally's beautiful body whipped back and forth like some lovely, thick, fleshy rope being shaken as the boys covered her loins with their kisses. She could spread her legs more for Scotty's flicking tongue also, but she was afraid she'd fall on the slippery floor, and she was loving Paul's tongue driving like crazy up her pussy.
So she stood there, legs spread, her body moving, undulating, twisting under the kisses she was receiving from her two "new" motel guests. She pulled their hair, thrusting her water-slickened cunt against their faces, and then she said, "Suck my ass," to Scotty as she turned, and he did so, licking her buttocks till he spread them with his hand and his tongue hit the hard opening of her anus. They were sucking her from both sides, front and back, driving her insane with pleasure. Her breasts moved as she did, and she rubbed them with her hands every moment.
Then she pulled away, afraid she'd cum. She didn't want to do that yet, she wanted them to earn their keep, to earn her juices. So she stood near the toilet and said, "Now, I want you both to clean up this room."
Clean up the room?
CHAPTER SIX
"What?" Scotty said, still surprised his face wasn't in her ass any longer.
"Get those towels and dry this floor. I want it completely clean!"
They stood up in the bathtub. Their young hard cocks stood out in front of them. Sally liked the little thatch of brown hair above Paul's. Scotty was hairless, and his dick was a little smaller.
"How old are you?" she asked them.
"I'm fifteen," Paul said.
"I'm fourteen," Scotty replied, proud of his age, proud of his cock, proud of his experience with Miss Jensen.
But Sally didn't want him to be too cocky. "Get your little ass down on that floor and start wiping!"
She sat down on the lid of the toilet seat and watched as they got down on all fours and started soaking up the water puddles with the big white motel towels. They spread their legs and she could see their cocks hanging under their balls, since they both lost their erections as soon as they started working on the floor. She saw that there was some hair on Paul's ass already, and little tufts under his arms. She liked that. It went with his nice curly dark hair. Not like Scotty, he was smooth, without a hair, and it matched his straight blond hair.
"Clean it all up, every bit, you bad boys," Sally said, watching them struggling to wipe up all the water on the floor of the room. Every few moments, silently, the boys would look up to see her pussy on top of the toilet lid, and her breasts which were softer now.
Finally, they'd used every towel in the room, and had tossed all of them into the bathtub. "That's it," Scotty said, standing up in the corner of the room.
"Now do we get to do something?"
Sally grinned. She had a crazy, impulsive idea. "Yes, there's something to do. There's more to soak up."
Scotty looked at Paul, wondering what she meant. They'd cleaned up the entire floor. Surely she didn't mean the bottom of the bathtub!
"There's going to be more wetness on the floor," she said, stooping down in the middle of the room.
"Oh, Jesus!" Paul said, already knowing what she meant. Scotty looked dumbfounded.
Sally squatted on the cold bathroom floor, in front of them. "Come here, Paul, put your fingers in my pussy."
Paul knelt down, his cock suddenly hard as rock, knowing she was about to pee on his hand.
"Put your fingers up there and hold them there, don't move them, let them feel the warm river...."
Scotty gasped and knelt down, almost falling to his knees. "What?" he asked, not really expecting an answer, because he knew what the answer would have been-she was going to take a leak right there on the bathroom floor, right there on Paul's hand! Scotty had never seen a woman take a piss before, NEVER! He didn't even know what it looked like! Was it like his? God, he was fascinated-now he would find out.
He watched closely as Paul put his fingers-his whole hand was shaking like crazy-up her smooth, warm pussy, while she closed her eyes. "Tell me to do it, tell me you want it," Sally moaned.
"Oh ... yes, please do it, piss on the floor," Paul said.
"Pee on him, pee on his hand," little Scotty said, beating his small cock up and down for all it was worth. He was shaking in anticipation of seeing the woman's yellow river running over his brother's fingers. On the floor! She was going to take a piss on the floor! And, he knew it already, she would make them wipe it up.
"Ohhhh, it's going to come, it's going to flow," Sally gasped, pushing with her muscles so she could empty her bladder all over the boy's young trembling hand.
"Please do it, please!" Paul cried, now wanting it more than anything. God, Miss Jensen had never done anything this kinky! She's going to piss with my fingers up her box!
Scotty was silent now, watching with wide-eyes, waiting for it to happen. He'd gladly clean it up, he'd even lick it up. He was so damned excited he knew he was going to cum any moment. All he needed was to see her peeing-that would do it! He'd cum only if she pissed on....
"OHHHHHH!?" Sally moaned, and Scotty saw the splash of yellowish urine fall from the hand, from her cunt, to the floor. It ran around his feet and it felt hot, like boiling water. He grasped his dick and let out a short yelp, and then his young cream spurted out of the head of his cock and hit Sally in the face.
"What the hell?" she said, surprised suddenly by the shot of cum. Her eyes caught it immediately, and she understood, and pushed her muscles even harder to piss as hard as she could for both of them.
Paul couldn't believe it was happening. His fingers and entire hand were bathed in warm honey-water, and it ran around his feet also, hot, steaming on the cold tile floor, her wonderful womanly piss. He wanted to put his face there and drink from the waterfall, but he knew only to do what he'd been told. So he wiggled his fingers and felt her cunt being cleansed with her natural fluid. She moaned and looked down to see her piss floating around in puddles on the floor, and she could hardly believe she had done it herself.
Finally, it was over. She was spent, but more excited than ever, and when Paul finally pulled his fingers from her cunt, he put them straight into his mouth and licked them, with his eyes on her, and she smiled, loving the fact that he was licking her piss.
Scotty had cum and was still shaking from his orgasm, his limp cock lying between his legs. He knelt on the floor still and breathed, "I don't believe it."
Sally stood up. "Lick my pussy dry, Scotty," she ordered, and Scotty put his hands on her thighs and placed his tongue evenly between the lips of her cunt, taking the wet drops of golden moisture off the cunt hair into his young mouth. Then he licked hard and kissed her snatch, sucking on it, till all the sweet/bitter pee had been replaced by his saliva. He pulled his head away and looked up.
Sally ran her fingers through his soft blond boy's hair. "Good baby," she said softly, and sat down on the toilet again.
"What now?" Paul asked, his cock ready for some action. He was fifteen and ready to do some fucking, like Miss Jensen had taught him on her desk, right in front of the empty classroom.
"Now you clean up all that piss," Sally said, and watched them with amusement as they soaked up her pee with the already-wet towels.
Under her watchful eyes, they cleaned up the bathroom, till the floor was virtually spotless. They'd done well, she thought. She smiled. "Come here," she said to both of them.
She tried controlling herself, but it was hard. When her hands closed around those two cocks-one slender and long, Paul's, the bigger one, and Scotty's, the shorter, thicker one, both hard as rock-she almost succumbed to her hot feelings and became a willing slave to her hot young captives.
But she had to remain in control.
She had learned over the years, learned that young boys needed to be dominated. She had to be firm with them like their mothers were, then they enjoyed what they were doing. They didn't know how to take the initiative, how to be the master. They wanted to be dominated. That was the point!
So she remained in complete and total control as she took the young boys out of the steamy little bathroom and into the big motel room. She kept her hands on their cocks, pulling them around by holding onto their organs. Then they stood by the bed and Sally let them know who was boss. "Remember, I can tell your parents what you were doing out behind the motel. They wouldn't like that. So you do what I say and you'll like it and your mom and dad won't even know."
Both boys nodded. They wanted her-and they sure as hell didn't want their parents knowing.
"Do you want to fuck me?" she asked.
They looked at her, stunned.
"Okay, you can fuck me, I'd love it," she said with a smile, excited. "I love fucking, more than you do probably. And I'll bet I'm better than good old Miss Jensen. So if you want your parents to hear about what you were doing, then you leave here now. If you don't want them to know, you have to fuck the hell out of me-like men!"
Scotty gulped. He'd only done it once, and he'd cum the second his cock had touched Miss Jensen's cunt. Paul had told him not to worry about it, but Miss Jensen never let him try it again after that. She liked sucking him off as Paul fucked her pussy on top of her desk.
Sally looked down at the two cocks in her hand. Two young beautiful peckers, alike but different. Which one did she want first? The long, thin one? The short, fat one? Both were uncircumcised, and she pulled the foreskins up over the tips and back down again, and both were hard and hot as could be. Both had cum on their tips.
They both wanted her. Paul knew he could pump a great big load into her because he'd just been so hot in the bathroom and hadn't cum since three days before. And Scotty, though he had just jerked off watching the piss flow from her cunt into his brother's hand, knew he could cum again with no trouble. He could do it over and over and never stop, he figured. He loved to cum-it was a relatively new thing in his life, and he was doing it for all it was worth.
She pulled on their cocks again, but then stopped, realizing she was running the risk of two ejaculations in her hands, and she wanted all that boy-cream up her pussy, up her belly. "Easy, kids, take it easy," she said. "Maybe I can take you both at one time."
She sat on the bed and told Paul to lie down on the bed, on his back. He did so, without a word. He grinned hopefully at her, excited, his prick throbbing visibly as it stood straight up from his soft hairy crotch like a tall pink candle. She brushed away Scotty's groping hands, telling him to wait his turn, and she climbed onto the bed with Paul.
She straddled his thighs. With utmost care, seemingly forcing herself to believe that she felt none of the delicious feelings of being penetrated, she fitted the head of his long prick into her cunt and sank slowly down on it.
"Oh, you're fucking!" Scotty said, watching in awe.
"Oh, it feels so good, so good!" Paul moaned as he felt his cock being consumed by her pussy.
She warned him not to cum, and then she rose from him in a state of eagerness, wild, hot, and her cuntal juices got his cock all slippery and lubricated. She pulled off completely and held his cock up with her hand.
Then she sat down again, slowly, this time holding the tip of his dick to the entrance of her asshole. She was facing his feet, bent over. She had to straighten up, arching back a bit, teeth gritted against the mildly pleasant pain his big-finger-like cock caused, to get it in her all the way, all the way up her feminine asshole. When it was all the way in her, when her buttocks were settled nicely against his lean boy-flanks, she leaned back on him with a deep sigh until she rested her back with him as a cushion, so she was lying on top of him, her cunt open and ready for Scotty's fat prick, her asshole already filled.
"Oh, God, I don't believe it," Paul moaned under her, bringing his hands up and around to grasp her hard tits. He knew his brother was going to shove his cock up her cunt at the same time he was fucking her asshole. He wondered if he'd be able to feel his dick inside her?
"Okay, Scotty, baby, get up here and fuck me like your brother, fuck me like a man!" Her voice was shaky because she was so excited. She'd never had two boys up her like this at the same time-she'd seen it in one of the films her husband had collected. She'd always wanted to try it....
Scotty climbed up on the bed, his cock jutting out in front of his trim young body like a battering ram. He knew what he was doing all right. He aimed and shoved, right up her twat without a sound!
"AHHHHH! OH, Fuck me! Fuck me, you little baby! Yes, both of you, move your ass under me, fuck my ass, fuck my cunt, make me cum!" She was wild with excitement.
Paul could actually feel his brother's cock pushing into her cunt through the thin membrane that separated her two womanly channels. It was incredible! He knew he wouldn't be able to hold off, his cum was already making its way up his long cock into her asshole. : . .
Scotty closed his eyes and shoved forward, knowing his brother's cock was inside her body at the same time. Then he opened his eyes to see her head back on Paul's shoulder, her mouth open in exasperation, her tits in Paul's hands, and the bed rocking and moving under their undulations.
"FUCK MEEEEE!" she screamed, loud enough for the entire place to hear. "FUCK ME WITH YOUR BEAUTIFUL LITTLE BOY COCKS! CUM IN MY CUNT! FILL MY PUSSY WITH THAT JISM! WITH THAT JIT! OH, FUCK ME AND CUM, MAKE ME CUM, CUM, CUMMMMMM!"
They knew she was almost to the top of her climax. She was yelling like Miss Jensen yelled when she was ready to shoot off. Scotty humped from between her legs, and his brother below. Scotty's fat cock gave her all the friction she needed, and the slender rod of Paul's prick up her ass further tightened her cunt and thrilled her more deeply. Scotty was doing most of the work, because he had the advantage, he didn't have the woman's weight resting on him, but his movements even caused more excitement in Paul, knowing his cock was being massaged through the thin cuntal membrane by his brother's fat young cock.
Suddenly, Scotty let out a yelp, and Sally immediately felt the first shot of hot cream in her pussy. As soon as it happened, as if sensing it, Paul let his jism fly. It was as if someone had just shoved a hot enema into her asshole. She was being pumped full of dreamy cum, hot boy-cream, till she thought she'd burst.
"EEEEEOOOOOWWWWW!" Her orgasm hit while they filled her with sperm, and her fluids mixed with Scotty's cum to run down out of her box, over his balls, down to Paul's nuts, so they were covered with each other's cum. They were all panting and heaving and sweating as Sally lay there being pumped full of hot love. Two cocks at once! She couldn't believe it had happened!
Finally, they all collapsed on the bed. "Man, I thought all we were going to do was beat off behind the building," Scotty said, his hands moving over the woman's wet cunt.
"Yeah," his brother added.
Suddenly, most of the fun had gone out of it for Sally. Yes, it had been wonderfully kinky to piss on the floor and watch them clean it up, but they were too experienced for her. It was unusual, but they both were not virginal, and that's what she liked in young boys. They had fucked her beautifully, and she had reached a powerful climax....
Yet they hadn't satisfied that drive deep within her to introduce a boy to sex and really mother him, like she had done with Bobby.
She left the room soon after, telling them she had work to do, but she was as horny as ever. She wondered if another young kid would come in with his parents that afternoon, or should she go to Mutt for satisfaction?
She entered the office and sat there, wondering.
Finally, she heard Mutt bark in the living room. What the hell? she thought. Business didn't look good. She had to cum again, even if it was only the dog fucking her. He at least gave her a sick kind of satisfaction.
Oh, if only Bobby was here....
She opened the door to the living room, where her mother was sipping a rather strong glass of Scotch and water, and asked her to watch the front desk because she had a headache and wanted to take a nap.
"Come on, Mutt, let's go nap," she said, going into the bedroom. Mutt knew what was going on.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Sally lifted her skirt and showed the dog her cunt, after she'd taken off her panties and shoes. "Come on, boy, smell it, smell Mama's nice pussy," she purred.
The Collie lifted his ears, perking them up as he caught the strong feminine odor emanating from the hairy fuck hole between her legs.
"Do you smell it, boy? Huh, Mutt, nice boy?"
Mutt pressed his nose closer to her body with a growl.
"Wanna smell what all the boys smell, what Mama's pussy smells like? Wanna fuck me like Bobby should be fucking me right now?"
"Woof!" Mutt barked, sniffing, licking his chops at the sight and smell of her juicy hole. He licked her cunt as she fell back onto the bed, just a few licks, till she pushed him away and rolled him onto his back. It wasn't his tongue that she wanted this time. The mere scent of her suffering snatch had started his dog cock well on its way to erection, and Sally's helping hand completed the job in no time at all.
"Oh, it's like a little boy!" Sally said. "I have to have it inside me, I have to be fucked by it!" She got onto her hands and knees, lifting her short skirt up so her ass and crotch were exposed. She wagged her beautiful buttocks enticingly at the dog. It made her think of a bitch in heat, which in a way, she knew, she was. She needed a good hosing to forget the fact that it was late and Bobby wasn't back from Mount Charleston yet and that meant she wouldn't get one last minute with him before he left for good in the morning-and, oh, how she wanted him to fuck her!
So the dog would have to do. "Come on, Mutt, boy, do your thing!"
The dog stood behind her and sniffed the fragrant crack of her rear.
Sally gasped when she felt the cold nose of the animal probing between her warm buttocks. She sucked in her breath and shivered with anticipation when he started licking her sweaty anus. It felt good, so good, but she was too hot to let it continue-she needed to get plowed by a dick!
"Arf!" Mutt exclaimed as Sally bounced in front of him.
"Hurry!"
"Arf! Arf!"
"Fuck me, good doggie, get your cock in me!"
Mutt kept lapping at her cunt and asshole till she thought she'd go out of her mind. Desire was brimming in her body, ready to explode. By the time Mutt decided to mount his mistress, his practiced tongue had driven her into such a state of lust that she was nearly climbing the walls.
"Ohhhhhh, yeah," she wailed, shivering with a desire for the dog she'd never known. Of course it was the frustration for Bobby that was coming out-she'd never known such an attraction to one particular boy before. So she told herself it was lust for the dog.
She felt the animal's front paws prancing over her buttocks and the small of her back, over her upturned skirt and blouse. He was starting to mount her now, while she knelt there submissively with her head hanging down, watching through passion-slitted eyes as he walked the pointed tip of his long, slender prick closer and closer to the hairy opening of her beautifully dribbling pussy. The upside-down view of his cock and her cunt fascinated Sally. She longed to feel the effects but didn't want to watch it-she wanted to pretend it was Bobby. But as much as she wanted to look away, she couldn't. She was too excited for her Mutt, her wonderful dog who'd been so good to her, who had kept her happy on the lonely nights.
The scene held her attention like a magnet. Both their organs were dripping already, hers with her creamy light juice that told him she was ready for fucking, and his with premature cum, just like Bobby would have on the tip of his cock. Oh, Bobby, fuck me, fuck me from behind, dog-style!
She moaned and closed her eyes, knowing well that any second now her vagina would be penetrated by the long dick of the shaggy Collie, her doggie. "Ohhhhh," she moaned, gasping as she felt the little tip of the dog's cockhead pressing into her hole.
Sally took a deep breath and held it when the animal's furry forelegs clasped tightly around her trim waist. The heated knob between his legs hit against her cunt, slipping around, trying to find the place to penetrate her. He couldn't find the right spot! It was driving her crazy! She'd never been so wild for him, and now he was having the roughest time finding her gaping cunt hole! For a moment, then, she thought of Bobby, of waiting for him and getting him to sneak out of his room when his parents were asleep so she could fuck him before he walked out of her life the next day. She was torn between the desire to leap from the bed and take the chance of getting her Bobby's dick in her, which was un-likely, or letting Mutt go ahead and find the place, stick his hard thing up her, and fuck her till he came.
Suddenly, Mutt found his mark, and the question was answered-she felt the slippery dog cock driving into her spasming cunt and her heart pounded crazily as her senses reeled and the room seemed to shake.
"AAARRRGGGGHHHH!" Sally snapped her head back and balled her hands into tight fists. She shuddered helplessly. The shock of being suddenly impaled took her breath away, and her head was filled again with thoughts of Bobby's wonderful cock in her.
Mutt was going crazy. The pointed tip of his cock skewered her, pumping into her, directly into the mouth of her womb, enlarging that most sensitive of all her womanly orifices as the force of his penetrating thrust shoved her whole body forward on the bed.
"OHHHHH, JESUS!" Sally shrieked, half in rapture and half in pain as the massive Collie backed his slick rod part way out, dislodging her womb from its tip in the process, and began fucking into her with long, deeply penetrating jabs.
"YESSSS, OH, MUTT, YES!" She gasped for air in between his hard thrusts. The pain of being reamed by him swiftly changed to a wonderful pleasure, second only to that of a boy's fucking of her cunt. She uncurled her fists and dropped her head down again.
Oh, he's so good, so damned good! Mutt knew what he was doing all right, for Sally had trained him well, giving him a little at a time till he'd become the best canine cunt-licker and cunt-fucker in the state of Nevada. She was sure he was better than most grown men! Never as good as a little boy, but better than most men. His hot, hard animal cock was tremendously satisfying.
Each time he hunched his dick home she could feel the stiff end of it way up inside her pussy. She shivered and moaned, banging her head down into the pillows as he growled and drooled.
Sally loved it. She could feel his body hitting against her with each motion, and she felt the fuzzy, swaying testicles pressing against the end of her elongated clit each time he pushed his dog prick far up into her. The base of his hard shaft was nearly as big around as a man's-she thought maybe it was even as big as Joe's had been, and he certainly had had a thick cock!-and because of the tapering shape, the dog-shape of his cock, it felt like the initial penetration was happening all over again each and every time he shoved it into her. She'd give it up for Bobby's dick any day, but not for any other.
"OH, JESUS!" she screamed as he hit into her. She gazed back in glassy-eyed awe along the underside of her kneeling torso at the obscenely beautiful sight of his furry nuts swaying behind the pleasure-giving length of the angry-red phallus shuttling rapid-fire in and out through the hairy opening of her snatch.
"OH, MUTT!" She bit her lip and then let loose. "MUTT, CUM IN MAMA! FILL MAMA WITH YOUR HOT DOG CUM, FILL HER UP! GIVE IT TO ME, BABY, GIVE IT TO ME HARD!"
The coarse fur of the Collie's underbelly brushed her buttocks and lower back as he clung to her with his forepaws around her waist. The top of her skirt was already pushing against the undersides of her breasts and she was sweating.
Mutt was gradually increasing the force and rapidity of his humping motions. His back arched swiftly, driving his rear end back and forth as smoothly as if it were part of some well-oiled machine. The thickening shaft of his inflamed organ plunged like a piston within her juiced vagina. His hindquarters pounded against her rump, compressing the white moons of her wonderful ass. The heated length of his slippery cock sawed happily away at the fluttering lips of her pussy. The head of his cock jabbed at the tender neck of her uterus, making that most feminine of all her female organs bob up and down in her belly at the deep end of her stretchable sex tunnel.
Sally shivered and moaned as the forceful thrusts of the big powerful dog buffeted her diminutive body about. He weighed only about twenty pounds less than she did, and he was fucking into her hard and fast now, really cramming that skinny red poker to her. This was just what she'd been needing for months. The responsive sexual fluids from her enflamed cunt were oozing out of her, helping the animal penis do its work. The bed was wet with their goo.
"CUMMMMMM!" she begged, grunting, chanting, almost crying. Every bit of her cried out for Bobby, and again she wished it was the boy's cock fucking her, not the dog's. She needed her Bobby, she deserved to have one last hour with him!
"GRRRRRRRFFFFFF!" Mutt slammed into her, faster and harder than ever, as if he sensed she was thinking about someone other than him. He brought her back to reality. He was ramming his cock to her a mile a minute now. His butt flew back and forth in a blur of motion. He was screwing it into her faster than any man alive could ever hope to do, his turgid shaft of superhot dog-dick stroking like a piston gone berserk within the velvety tube of her tremulous, wetly sucking vagina.
"CUMMMMM, PLEASE!" she cried, screaming for release!
She could feel the bittersweet tightenings as her loins drew up in readiness. Her breasts were swollen in her blouse, and her stomach was lined with beads of sweat. Her face was wrinkled into pain/pleasure, screwed up as she felt the heat through her body. She could hardly get her breath, even though the panting Collie was doing all the work.
The dog was going wild on his mistress. He powered his pole to her, jostling her about on the bed, the force of his thrusts making her gasp and moan incessantly. Her climax was coming, and the dog sensed it.
Sally moaned again, knowing her cumming was about to hit. She rotated her ass, desperately straining toward her climax, a bitch in heat for real now, while Mutt drooled on her back and clung to her waist, vulgarly fucking her with subhuman fury, animalistic lust.
"OH, MUTT, I'M GOING TO, I'M GOING TO...." She couldn't even get the words out as her entire body shuddered with the force of her womanly climax. Bobby was the only thing in her mind at that moment of wonderful pain, and she saw him naked in front of her as she filled with the sensation she'd been craving all day long. She had cum, and Bobby had been in her thoughts. She loved the boy. That's what made the climax so terrific.
Her shuddering orgasm was enough to make Mutt go wild. His animal instincts told him now was the time to plant his seed, to shove his cock hard and let it cream into her. His bloated balls released their burdensome load of semen and it started rushing up his cock, ready to spring into her. He let out a yelp and started humping for all he was worth.
The bed shook. He's going to cum! Sally was ready for it, every nerve in her body still keyed-up from her cumming, ready to take his hot animal jism. Mutt's legs were locked around her waist and he held onto her passionately. He barked twice and then growled.
The vicious sound of his warning made Sally's body shiver. Normally he was soft and affectionate, but when he was ready to cum a hard load, he became the master and she the slave. Nothing could stop him now, nothing could pull them apart. He was about to cum and Sally knew she'd better not try to stop him, even if she wanted to.
But she didn't want him to stop-she wanted to feel his hot dog-cum filling her insides more than ever before. The knot on his fuck shaft was all the way inside her cunt now, making sucking and squishing noises as it raced reamingly up and down the length of her snug, rippling vagina. It felt good to have that hot seminal bulge plunging nearly from one end of her silky sheath to the other. There was no doubt in Sally's mind-he was gonna fill her pussy more than he'd ever filled her before.
Oh, God, it's going to make me burst!
Mutt emitted a howl of fulfillment and rammed his throbbing root home for the final time.
"AHHHHHH!" Sally cried, shivering with lascivious delight when the pointed tip of his twitching organ embedded itself in the tiny, already-dilated cervical opening of her pulsating uterus.
She could feel the furry warmth of his animal body shuddering out of control as his shaking forelegs gripped her waist even tighter.
Mutt whined. His glassy eyes blinked. His red tongue hung out from his mouth, saliva dripping from its tip, and with a mighty jerk, his fully inserted phallus released its load.
"OOOOOWWWWEEEE!" Sally shreiked, her eyes growing as big as saucers as the torrential stream of superhot dog cum gushed through the opening of his pointed dickhead and pumped white thick glue into her helpless pussy.
"GOD! OH, GOD!" she cried, feeling the final thrusts of the dog fucking her. Her bottom felt completely filled with cum, wet and hotter than hell. Sally's elbows buckled and she collapsed into the pillow, her tits flattening against the bed. She was too weak and spent to push herself back up, so she remained as she was, moaning into the pillow as the dog finished his job, his fucking.
Sally was in no condition to object when Mutt backed his deflating dong out of her pussy and began lapping up the trickles of their combined secretions as it oozed from the furry slot of her satisfied snatch. She knelt there like a nun praying, lifting her body just enough for the dog to lap her all up.
Finally Mutt groaned and flopped down and began licking his shriveling red penis. Sally curled up on her side and watched him. He'd always be there when she needed him, good old Mutt. He licked her face, thanking her, and then set his head down on his paws and closed his eyes.
Sally got up and pulled her skirt down, into place, and then grabbed a towel and wiped under it, cleaning her pussy and wet ass. She wasn't tired, but she felt relaxed and satisfied for the moment. It was nearly two in the morning. Her mother wasn't home yet. Maybe a walk would be good, a nice walk in the night. Yes, that was it. She took her cigarettes and slipped into her sandals and walked outside, through the office, and sat on one of the chairs in front of the office to have a cigarette and watch the losers go by in their cars, depressed after having lost hundreds at the tables.
She sat there, thinking about things, about her life. Oh, it wasn't so bad, she was happy in a sense, but never happy like she'd been with Joe. Not that Joe pleased her so much that everything else didn't compare-no, it wasn't that. Of course, Joe had been terrific sex with a big dick and a desire to do just about anything and everything! But it was the close loving relationship she'd had with him, the relationship that they both had hoped would produce children. And then, suddenly, after the frustration of trying to have a child and not succeeding, Joe was killed.
A child, a baby, a boy. She thought of Bobby again-it was inevitable. She looked to see if his parent's car was back yet, wondering if maybe they'd returned while she was fucking Mutt.
No, the car was still gone. And so was the Kirshenbaum's ugly Javelin. God knows, they'll be out all night. Both Bobby and his parents and the Kirshenbaums, the mad Keno players, were scheduled to leave the next day. At least she knew the regulars would be back, because as long as Keno existed in Vegas, the Kirshenbaums would be back.
But Bobby wouldn't, or at least it wasn't likely, and it made Sally mad.
There was a light breeze and Sally felt the wonderful cooling air up her skirt, into her open cunt. She sat there facing the large boulevard, watching the cars drive past, driving from the neon noise and bustle of the city that was only alive at night. Vegas was a crazy place, perhaps the most unique on earth. She hated it and loved it.
She walked to the pool and looked over the cement wall. All was still. The water didn't have a ripple in it since the wind wasn't hitting it. She resisted the desire to go for a swim. She walked back to the chair in front of the office and sat down again.
Then an interesting thing happened. Two boys, both looking about fifteen or sixteen, were coming up the street, on her side, with packs on their backs. She figured someone had dropped them off after hitchhiking and now they were looking for another ride or a place to crash for the night. If she had an empty room she'd have given them one, but the one she did have had two double beds and if some customer came in very late, she could get at least $20.00 out of him. And perhaps if she hadn't had the scene with the dog and had felt a little more horny at the moment, she would have given them the room anyhow.
As the boys neared the motel they both spotted her, surprised to see a woman sitting out there all alone in the semi-darkness of the desert night. They didn't say anything, but Sally smiled at them, took a drag off her cigarette, and then lifted one leg and spread it over the side of the chair.
She knew exactly what they were thinking as they stopped in their tracks-Is she really naked under there? Is that her pussy? My God, she's fucking bare-assed under there! That's her CUNT!
She took a drag off the cigarette and smiled.
The boys looked at each other and then nervously started toward her.
Oh, hell, I'll at least invite them for a skinny-dip in the pool. They're a little old, but I'll bet they haven't cum in days. I'll suck them off at least....
The boys came as close as they dared. They had a good shot of it now, her bare pussy, the dark hair glowing in the reflection of the huge Hacienda sign across the street. Sally ran her hand over her cunt-the boys gasped-and then put her leg down and smoothed out her skirt.
"Hello," she said, softly.
"Hi."
"Urn, yeah, hi."
She smiled. They were both nervous as hell and turned on to her like crazy-all she had to do was take one glance at the front of their pants to tell-their cocks were pushing out against the front of their jeans with such force she thought they'd rip!
"Listen," she said, to the point, "I was just going to go for a swim. You can join me if you want to, but you'll have to be real quiet."
The older of the two, the blond, said, "Oh, sure, man, we've been on the road all day and really need to clean off."
The other one, the one with dark hair and a beautiful smile, said, "We don't have trunks."
"You can swim in your undershorts," Sally said.
Both boys looked at each other. "We ... we're not wearing any. We don't have any," the blond said, embarrassed.
"I know," Sally said, "I can tell." She looked at their cocks as they looked down. "I think I'd like you better naked anyhow. You see, I don't wear underpants either."
"Yeah," the younger one said, almost drooling. "We saw."
"Come on, then, relax," Sally said, getting up. They went into the pool area and closed the gate.
"Where you from?" Sally asked as she pulled her clothing off and sat on the edge of the pool.
"Texas," the older boy said, already stripped down to his pants and boots. He had a hard chest with a little hair in the middle, between his hard nipples. Sally figured he was sixteen. She already knew he'd show off a massive cock.
"We've been on the road for almost a month, spent some time in Albuquerque and then Phoenix," the younger boy said. "You own this place?"
"Yes," Sally said, sliding into the water so she could watch them drop their pants up above her.
"I don't believe this's happening," the older one said, kicking off his hiking boots. All he had left was his socks and pants. Sally's eyes were watching him closely. "This's mighty nice of you," he said, lifting one foot to pull off his socks.
"Sure is," the younger boy said, sitting down on the chaise to pull off his boots. "Man, you're a pretty sight," he said looking at Sally's breasts bobbing in the water.
But her eyes were on the older boy, because he was going to drop his pants first, and for some strange reason he reminded her of Joe when she married him. He had that same rugged, young, masculine look. He stood up and unzipped his dirty jeans. Then he pulled them and turned sideways, pulling them from his feet, and the shadow from the wall hid his pubic area.
When he turned back, it hung out in all its glory. He stood there, hands on his hips, looking down at her, letting her look up at his beautiful cock and balls.
"GOD!" Sally said.
CHAPTER EIGHT
His dick was the biggest she'd ever seen on a boy under the age of twenty-even bigger than Joe's had been. She swore it was at least nine inches already, and it wasn't even as hard as it could get. It jutted from his tight, slim body like a giant pole, sticking out from a thatch of light-colored pubic hair. His balls were rather tight, forming a nice rounded sac under the tremendous cock.
He put one hand down and grabbed hold of his cock and balls, to protect them as he hit the water. Then he held his nose with the other, and jumped into the pool.
SPLASH! The sound echoed in the parking lot. The blond was making waves and Sally felt her head get wet as the water hit her. Then he swam up to her and put his arms around her from behind, letting his half-hard cock press against her ass. "He's got a nice dick too," the blond whispered into her ear, as they both watched the younger boy take off his pants.
Yes he did. Again, a cock bigger than most kids his age. In Texas they grow them big, Sally thought. The other boy's dick was completely hard, his young slim long cock sticking straight out from his body. He looked at them for a moment and then he walked down the steps at the shallow end of the pool and swam to them. He put his arms around Sally from the front and pushed his big cock between her legs, under his older friend's cock, so they were both rubbing their dicks between her legs!
"Oh, it feels so good," Sally moaned, feeling their cocks frictioning hot in the cool water, between her legs. Suddenly she didn't feel sore from Mutt any more, she didn't feel satisfied any longer. She wanted sex again, and she was going to have it with these two young Texan studs. Fuck Bobby, let him come home at six in the morning! She wouldn't wait around for him, wallowing. She'd have all the fuck fun she could get.
The boys pulled away, so hot they were afraid they'd cum, and swam around a bit. The dark-haired boy floated on his back, with his erection sticking up like a periscope, and Sally finally grabbed it and moved the skin up and down, pulling the foreskin over the tip, and drawing it back down. Then she put her mouth on it and tasted the wonderful boy-flesh, but he slipped under the water and swam away, giggling.
The older boy kissed her on the lips and pressed her body to his. She felt his wonderful equipment pressing against her cunt and she whispered, suddenly inflamed, "I want you to fuck me, underwater!" She'd never been fucked in the pool before-only in a bathtub with Joe once.
"I ... I don't think I can till I take a leak," the boy said, which explained the fact that his cock wasn't completely hard. "Can I piss behind the wall, over there?" he asked, pointing to the edge of the property.
Sally suddenly had a kinky idea. It came from some of the pictures she'd saved from Joe's collection. "Listen, here's what you do. Get up on the diving board and pee into the pool. Like a waterfall."
"You mean it?" the boy asked, wide-eyed, his hard muscular chest shining in the reflected light, dotted with beads of water.
"Sure I mean it. I want to swim under it." Sally reached down and grabbed his balls. "Take a piss on me," she said, looking him straight in the eyes.
Piss? He almost came!
"God Almighty," he gasped, and quickly pulled away and swam to the shallow end. He got out of the pool and said, softly, "Give me a minute for this to go down, or I'll never be able to do it." His cock was almost ten inches long now and thicker than any Sally had ever seen. After his piss she figured it would grow to nearly a foot! Twelve inches of sixteen-year-old cock! She shuddered just thinking about it.
While the older boy stood looking over the wall of the pool, his masculine bare ass gleaming in the night, Sally swam over to the dark-haired kid and took his cock in her hand under the water and started beating it.
"Oh, lady, you're something else," he whispered, and then bent his head to take her breast in his lips. He was something else too, Sally found out, for he sure knew what he was doing for his age. He took her nipple and moved it back and forth between his teeth, teasing her, letting the water add to her enjoyment by moving around the lower portion of her breast.
"Ohhhh, suck it, suck Mama's titties," Sally whispered, still pulling on his long, hard, young cock.
"Ummmmm," the boy moaned, doing the same to her other tit, sucking on it and then pinching the tip with his teeth. Sally had goose-pimples all over her body and she felt his cock hardening, swelling, knowing he was getting ready to shoot. But she wanted it in her mouth, not in her hand, not in the water. And she wanted it while the other kid, the stud, was giving it to her up her pussy....
"I'm ready," the blond said just in time, perched on the diving board. He was afraid at first that people would be able to see him, but he realized the board was low enough and the wall just high enough that anyone in a car or walking nearby would only see to his waist-and that was far enough. Because under that hung nine inches of nearly soft cock, with a bladder bursting. He held his prick in his hand and said, "Okay?"
Sally swam to the middle of the pool as the other boy lifted himself onto the side, to sit and watch the performance, his hand on his swollen wet cock.
"Ready," Sally said, under the spot where the boy's urine would hit the water. "Try to aim it into my mouth! If you hit, you get to fuck me!"
"Here it comes, lady, here it comes," the kid said, the head of his cock shining in the moonlight.
Sally looked up and saw the first dribble, the first little spurt of piss squirt out of the head of his organ, and it dropped into the water near her. She felt her whole body tingling with anticipation at this thing she'd never done, tasting a boy's piss....
"Oh, man!" the boy moaned.
Sally looked up to see a hard, steady yellow stream coming right at her and she didn't close her eyes in time-it flooded her face and burned her eyes, but she kept her mouth open and the hard, never-ending piss-stream filled her lips and she swallowed the bittersweet fluid, drinking a kid's pee for the first time in her life!
"Christ! Jesus Fucking Christ!" the dark-haired boy said, beating his cock, watching with unbelieving eyes.
"Ohhhhh," the kid pissing moaned, watching the woman under him in the water. He sprayed her with his stream as she jumped around in the water like a dolphin. She let it cover her head, running down through her hair, then over her breasts and over her body as she twisted in the water. She was under a waterfall, one that was falling from a boy perched on a diving board. Again she got some of his urine into her lips before the stream stopped and he moaned, shaking the last few drops off the head of his cock.
Then, as soon as the last drop had fallen to the water, he dived in, his smooth body sliding through the water like Mark Spitz, and came up between Sally's legs, lifting her into the air.
"Oh! OH, WHEEEEE!" Sally said, falling backward, realizing, as she was going head-over-heels under water that she was getting carried away and was risking waking the guests who were sleeping. Then she popped up to see the boy sitting next to his younger friend on the side of the pool, both of them holding their organs and pulling on them. The older boy's dick was getting hard.
Sally swam to them. "Lie back on the cement, let me play with your beautiful cocks," she said, and they obeyed, flopping back to look up at the stars in the sky as she pumped their cocks in her wet hands.
The younger boy's dick was already hard, but the bigger kid, the blond, the pisser, his cock still wasn't erect. So, holding the younger one in her hand, she put her lips down over the head of the blond's cock and started sucking, giving him a blow-job he wouldn't forget. In a minute his cock was rock-hard and standing almost twelve inches from his hairy groin. She had been right. He was hung like a fucking horse! And she wanted that horse-cock in her pussy!
"Oh, lady, you sure know how to make a guy happy," the stud said, sitting up to watch her face moving on his rod. "Oh, you sure suck cock good!"
"You sure have something to suck," Sally said, finally lifting her head from his gigantic fuck tool.
The other boy sat up. "Yeah, it's sure good not to have to sit talking to each other, beating off again, like we've been doing every night."
Sally held their cocks in her hands, still kicking her legs in the water, which made her pussy tingle. "What do you talk about when you do that?"
"Girls. Like you," the older boy said.
"Yeah, we play with each other's dicks and close our eyes and pretend some beautiful chick is playing with us," the dark-haired boy said.
"A beautiful chick like you," the older one said, looking down into Sally's eyes.
She almost wanted to thank him for the compliment! He was an experienced kid-they both were, and for them to turn onto her and call her a "beautiful chick" was something Sally wouldn't forget. "I want to get fucked by you," she said, looking up at the older boy, "while I suck you off.
I want you both to cum at the same time, in my mouth and in my pussy."
"Honey," the stud said, slipping into the water silently, "this dick ain't had a girl riding on it in three weeks."
"Then now's the time," Sally said, spreading her legs as he came up behind her. They were both about the same height, he a little taller, and they were standing in water just deep enough so she could easily suck the kid sitting on the edge of the cement with his legs dangling in the water while the stud fucked her from behind, dog-style, like Mutt had done.
"Oh, it's going to hurt," Sally said, already licking the younger boy's penis, dreading the pain from the big one that was already moving around under her cunt lips. "I haven't had a cock that big since my husband died."
"Suck me, suck me," the younger boy said, lying back on the cement again, ready to give himself up to pleasure as his pal fucked the woman who was gonna blow him. "Tell me when you're gonna cum, Sonny, and I'll hold off till then."
Sonny. Sally wanted to ask him how's Cher? but she figured that wasn't the time to do it. She was too turned on by the feel of his huge dickhead between her legs to try to be cute anyhow. She just wanted to be fucked by this boy-man, to see what it was like to have a dick that size up her cunt again. It had been so long.....
She took the younger kid's dick into her mouth and pushed the tip of it down her throat and held it there.
"Hold on, baby, I'm gonna give you a Texas-balling you'll never fucking forget," the stud said as he put his arms around her in the water. He forced his cockhead into her vagina and let it sit there.
"Mmmmmm," Sally moaned, with the other boy's cock in her lips, enthused, ready for it, urging him on with her moaning, jerking her hips to get his cock up her belly, no matter how much it hurt.
"Here goes, baby, fuck you!" the stud said, and jammed his dick up her pussy, not fast, not slow, but in one long even slide.
"MMMMMMM!" Sally moaned, loud, holding onto the cock in her mouth with all her effort, biting it a little so she wouldn't let it slip out, because if it did she knew she would scream in pain and wake everyone. Her entire body felt filled like it hadn't in years, and it hurt, it hurt too much....
He pulled back and the pain subsided. "Hurts, huh?" Sonny asked, and Sally finally let go of the cock in her mouth and said, "Yes, yes."
"I'll do it easy, you'll get used to it," Sonny said, moving his dickhead around inside the lips of her pussy again, getting her hot once more.
"Suck me," the other boy said, still lying back with his cock standing straight up, "suck my dick and don't stop." He grabbed his own balls with his right hand and pulled Sally's lips to his cock again with his left. She started sucking.
Sonny eased his massive dick into her cunt again, and she groaned in pain, but this time it was bearable at least. She grooved on the thought that he was only sixteen and he had almost twelve inches of dick between his legs. She grooved on the fact that she had seven more inches in her mouth, seven slim hard young boy cock inches, and her tongue was working the foreskin up and down. She grooved on the fact that it had been a day of sex for her, ending up not only with the dog fucking her like crazy, but two hunky young kid studs who happened to be hiking in the middle of the morning. It didn't make sense. But it was exciting.
So Sonny started fucking her and she started feeling the pleasure of his massive, heavy, thick-headed young cock as it rammed up into her pussy in the water. The pool provided the necessary lubrication for their coupling, and she loved the feel of his hands on her tits and the younger boy's legs rubbing against her sides.
The younger boy sat up. Sally couldn't see his face, but she figured he was looking down at Sonny, which he was doing. They were both getting more and more excited by the second. She didn't see the signal Sonny gave him with his hands, the look on his face, the wink. The younger boy understood.
All of a sudden, Sonny pulled his stud-prick out of her cunt. Sally opened her eyes and started to take her head off the dark-haired boy's cock, but the boy pushed her down with his hands, forcing his cockhead into her throat again. Sonny kept his cock between her legs for a moment, but he didn't put it back inside her pussy, which was burning for it.
Then she heard him say, "In Texas, we like to do it another way...."
Right away she panicked. She knew what he meant-and if her cunt had found his huge dick hard to take, her asshole could never bear it. She tried to lift her head in alarm, but the younger boy kept her down on his cock. Oh, God, please don't let him put it up my ass!
What she feared happened. Sonny put his cockhead right smack between her ass cheeks and pressed hard. He was breathing harder now, faster, and she knew that this was his thing, that this was what he wanted to do most with that weapon of his-he wanted to make women squeal and cry in pain, and putting it up their assholes would do it.
No, God, no....
"Do it, Sonny!" the younger boy said, excited to be watching, knowing the effect it would have on her sucking.
"Yeah, hold on, baby, and shut up, or you'll be waking up all the fucking city," the stud said, holding his hard prick in place between her buttocks.
Sally dreaded what was to come, but she prepared herself for it as best she could. She tried to relax as much as possible, letting her ass take it, not trying to resist. And she would concentrate on the cock in her mouth, the wonderful long boy's cock that was just about ready to cum....
"Take it," Sonny murmured, in a deep masculine tone, "take this up your asshole." He shoved forward with his huge cock, pushing it through the blue water of the pool into her tight, clasping, raw, burning asshole. It went all the way up her in one fast move, impaling her.
Sally closed her eyes and almost fainted. She would have screamed in pain had the cock not been in her throat. Instead, her entire body froze and she just let the dizzying pain flush through her, accepting it. She wanted to die! It hurt more than anything she'd ever expected! Never had she felt such pain, even from Joe! Tears welled up in her eyes and she chewed on the cock in her mouth, sobbing, sucking like crazy to get her mind off the pain emanating from her rear.
"Oh, Christ, Sonny, is your cock all the way in?"
"Yeah, man, I'm in up to her goddamn cheeks," Sonny said, holding his cock all the way inside Sally's beautiful hurting ass.
"Fuck her hard, Sonny, fuck her fast 'cause I can't hold off much longer...."
Sally knew what to do-if she made the kid cum, she would make Sonny cum fast too! They wanted to do it at the same time, that was their whole trip, and if the kid told Sonny he was gonna cream, then Sonny would have to cream also-the faster the better, because then the huge pole up her ass would get smaller and the pain would be gone.
Sally moved her head up and down, sucking as best she could, drawing the skin of his cock up with her hand and making the head swirl in her mouth. His balls were tightening and she knew he was very close to his orgasm. He sat there with his hands grinding into her shoulders, breathing heavily as he watched his pal banging into her asshole in the water.
"Hold off, man, hold off till I cum," Sonny said, and then he pulled his cock almost all the way out of her asshole and shoved it in again.
Sally gasped in pain once more, but still grinding the other boy's cock in her mouth. Even with the pain, she felt a certain excitement, and she wanted what they wanted now-cum in both ends, especially her rear.
Now she was getting it up her ass, hard and heavy, and she couldn't wait for the young hard Texan's cum to fill her shit-hole.
"Oh, baby, I'm gonna cum in your ass, I'm gonna fucking cum in your asshole...." He was sweating, his body causing waves in the water as he pounded her stretched and raw asshole with his tremendous horse-cock.
Sally cried, tears mixing with the other boy's sweat in his crotch, as she felt the massive pounding in her ass and tasted the sweetness of the cock in her mouth. Little premature spurts of cum were seeping out of the tip of his dick when she pulled the foreskin up, and she knew he wouldn't last another entire minute.
"I'm gonna cum," Sonny whispered in passion, keeping his voice down, slamming his cock into her with all the force in his young body, pushing her tits against the side of the pool.
"Mmmmmmm," Sally sobbed, sucking frantically on the hard cock in her mouth.
"OHHHHHHH!" the younger boy said, his entire body frozen in shivers, spasms, "I'm cumming!"
Sally tasted it in her mouth, the creamy load, the fantastic load that filled her cheeks and made her choke as she tried to swallow it. The taste was sweet, young, but it was the biggest load she could remember, bigger even than Bobby's, thicker....
"Jesus Fuck!" Sonny muttered, slamming into Sally's ass for the final time. He held her, breathing against her wet back in the pool as he pumped his cockjuice into her asshole. It shot from the head of his dick and ran around the length of his shaft, and then slipped out of her asshole, the sticky white cum spiraling in the bright blue water. Sally turned her head with the boy's cock in her mouth to see a rivulet of sperm floating through the lighted water.
She sucked the cock dry, pulling each and every drop of sperm into her throat, into her belly. And then, with a gasp, Sonny pulled his dick out of her hurting asshole, and swam back till he sat on the steps in the water, relaxing.
Sally pulled her head off the younger boy's cock, licking the sperm into her mouth from her chin. "That was nice," she said, and then moved away, but her ass hurt a lot.
She heard the sound of a car turning into the driveway, and she held still for a moment as the headlights lighted up the parking lot. She motioned to the two boys to be still. They couldn't be seen if they didn't make any noise. She was afraid it was Bobby and his parents.
She heard the familiar voices of Mr. & Mrs. Kirshenbaum. They were home early. "I don't believe we finally won!" the woman said.
"On a fucking nine spot yet, can you believe it? Listen, first thing we do is put some away for Paris...."
Sally heard them close the door to their room. She wanted to do the same, go to her room and get into bed with her aching asshole. She told the boys they could spend the night out on the lounge chairs by the pool if they wanted, but they had better put their pants on in case someone saw them in the morning.
"I hope I didn't hurt you," Sonny said, as he stood there drying himself with a towel from the stack in the little room off the pool that Sally had shown them. His cock hung soft between his legs.
"You didn't. But I'll need a wheelchair tomorrow," Sally said with a smile.
She left them, after drying herself, and walked back to the office. Just as she opened the door, another car turned into the motel parking lot. It was Bobby and his parents.
She waved to them, and to her surprise, his father stopped the car. "Listen, we want to stay another day. We ended up visiting friends tonight, and we really need another day. Can we just stay on?"
"Of course," Sally said, "you just come in and pay when you wake up in the morning.
"Thank you," the man said.
Sally watched as they drove to their parking place. Bobby's eyes watched her hungrily from the back window, and then when he got out of the car he lingered a bit, and looked at her helplessly before he went into the room.
Sally turned and entered the office. She left the door open, because she noticed a figure reeling across the boulevard, and she knew at once it was her mother. Everyone arrives at once.
Hmmm, one more day, huh? She grinned as she crept under the cool covers of her bed.
CHAPTER NINE
The next morning-or rather later that same morning-Bobby came running up to the office, where Sally was adding up some figures. "We're going out to brunch at the Dunes, Dad said, and then they're gonna bring me back to swim while they gamble. I'll be here-will you?"
Sally smiled at the wide-eyed boy. He was just as eager for her as she was for him. "I'll be here," she said softly.
"And," he added, looking back to see his parents getting into the car, "I think maybe Dad has to be back at a convention here just before school starts. I'm gonna try to talk him into letting me come along, 'cause I could stay with the people we visited yesterday. Well, I gotta go, see you later!" He ran off, excited, ready to gobble up his breakfast and come back and spend his last few hours with Sally.
The time went by slowly for her. She decided to get away from the motel for an hour or so, so she drove over to Caesar's Palace-they had the best chicken salad in town-and after she had lunch she thought she'd even play a game of Keno herself. She'd heard so much about it lately, from her mother and the Kirshenbaums, she figured she'd take a chance on a few bucks.
And, to top it all off, when she walked into the Keno Parlor and sat in one of the comfortable red chairs, there they were-the Kirshenbaums. Sally had to laugh-didn't they ever sleep? Or eat? God, they were born to bet their money on a dumb board with numbers on it!
"Hi, winning?" Sally asked.
"Shit," the guy said. "Today it's the pits!"
His wife went into hysterical laughter, pointing up at Sally, saying to her husband, "The Croyden Aimpits! The pits!"
Sally didn't think it was very funny-she really didn't even understand it. They were just too insane for her, really totally cuckoo. She sat a few chairs away from them, while they laughed themselves silly.
Then, just as Sally was getting her money out, Mrs. Kirshenbaum yelled, "Tom, I don't believe it! Harve and Flora hit it again! I could DIE!" She shrieked and everyone in the place turned to her to see her pointing at a black man and woman who had just hit a jackpot with a quarter slot machine-quarters were pouring out of the thing faster than they could scoop them up.
Mrs. Kirshenbaum and her husband went into hysterics again and Sally really knew they were crazy. Vegas does that to you. She knew women who had their right arms pulled out of joint from pulling the slots-even women who got blisters on their hands and wore gloves all the time. There were more suicides over losing at the blackjack tables, more cases of blindness from living in the dark world of the casinos. Vegas, tell me about it.
Sally pulled out her money as the Kirshenbaums laughed at the black guy who'd hit it rich. She couldn't tell whether they loved him for it or hated him for it. She went up to the Keno window and placed a bet, marking six numbers at random. As she waited for the ditzy girl-typical Vegas blonde, skinny, half-cute, one step above a hooker-to certify her card, something struck her.
Tom.
Mrs. Kirshenbaum had called him Tom! What the hell? Was his name really Tom? Maybe that explained the fact that every time they signed the register his wife had to remind him of his first name! It was Jack, she always said-ever time he started to write, "JACK! JACK!" she'd call and he'd laugh. Now she called him Tom. Sally wondered if they were even married! God, they intrigued her.
But not as much as Bobby. She sat there, watching her numbers remaining unlit through the first game, thinking of Bobby and what he would look like in a few years. A handsome young man, always very boyish looking. She looked around the parlor and happened to notice an absolutely stunning man. He was sitting at the far right side, alone, looking at the board and at the Kirshenbaums, alternately, smiling at them slightly. Sally figured one Keno freak knows another Keno freak.
The young man seemed to her to look something like what Bobby would look like-his young features still there, his boyish grin, his beautiful hair, his bright eyes, and yet with a maturity about him, a manliness that Sally liked. She hoped Bobby would look and act something like him when he hit his twenties.
"Hey, Bruce, how'd you do?" Mrs. Kirshenbaum called to him.
The blond-haired guy turned back at her and shook his head.
"Us too," Mr. Kirshenbaum, Tom, Jack, who-ever-the-hell-he-was, said.
Bruce, the guy Sally had her eyes on, got up and walked over to the Kirshenbaums and put his hand on Tom/Jack's shoulder and said he'd see them later. Then he kissed Tom/Jack's wife on the cheek and went off in the direction of the tables.
"Say hi to George for us," Tom/Jack said to him.
Sally had had enough. She didn't care for the game and she didn't give a damn about Tom/Jack and his crazy little wife. Besides, Bobby should be back soon.
She left and went back to the Croyden Arms. Or Armpits. Well, she admitted, it was rather funny. Her motel certainly wasn't the Plaza.
"Look, mother, just go out by the pool and sit for a few hours, okay?" Sally stood in the office with Bobby at her side, in his swimming trunks. His parents had left him by the pool, and as soon as they were out of sight, he ran to the office.
Mother gave Bobby a look and then Sally and shook her head. "I'm glad I drink. I'm really glad I drink." Then, with that comment, she walked out of the office, toward the pool.
"And if any customers come in, take care of them!" Sally called to her.
Mother didn't answer. She just waved her hand as she waddled across the drive in her bedroom slippers, muttering.
Bobby looked up into Sally's eyes. "Are we safe?"
"Yes, darling, we sure are!"
Minutes later they were lying in her bed, naked, holding each other in their arms.
"Oh, Bobby, I missed you so yesterday!"
"I missed you too," he said, kissing her breasts, playing with her nipples in the nearly darkened room. Sally had pulled the drapes and just a little sun was creeping in. "We spent the whole afternoon up at Mount Charleston, but then we went to visit these friends on Mom's and they were a drag, showing home movies and all. Maybe I'll get to stay there if Dad comes back. They have a kid my age."
Sally's eyes lit up in a mock smile. "Oh?"
"Never mind, he's ugly and wears glasses and doesn't know what his cock's for yet."
"Aren't you the experienced one?" she said and giggled.
He nodded, and then started to laugh. His hard little cock pressed against her thighs. "Oh, I want to fuck you so much!"
She kissed him, urging him into place on top of her, ready for his cock to slide into her cunt and deposit his last wonderful gift of boy-sperm until she saw him again-if ever. She loved him now more than ever, more than she ever dreamed she'd be possible of loving, and she closed her eyes and thanked God for the sheer joy of the moment. Everyone would think her sick, she knew it, but in her body and mind and soul, this was right and good. It was what was meant to be, and it was beautiful.
Sally spread her legs and let her arms fall back on the bed, giving herself to him. For once she wasn't going to be the hard aggressor, she was going to let him be a man and fuck her like a man.
She wouldn't force him, treat him like a child this time. She knew she would do that again in the future and that he wanted that done to him, but now, for this last time together, she would let him be like Joe had been, would let him be as she dreamed Bruce in the Keno parlor would be in bed-manly. She was his.
"Oh, Sally, do you want me to fuck you?" Bobby asked, positioning his body, shivering with excitement and a little fear, wondering why she wasn't being domineering. He wasn't sure he liked it this way....
"Bobby, this time I want you to do whatever you want to do to me. Yes, I'm dying to be fucked by your beautiful hard cock. I'll take it anywhere you want to put it, in my mouth, in my pussy, in my asshole...."
"Oh, Sally, I want to fuck you like people do when they really make love!"
It was his way of saying that he loved her.
Sally had tears in her eyes. "Then fuck me, Bobby, fuck my cunt and fill me with that wonderful creamy wet cum, fill me with it!"
He looked down at her and kissed her lips softly as she grasped his cock in her hand and guided it to her pulsating pussy. She had not had such a moment of sheer pleasure in years, since before Joe died-suddenly there was something more to the moment than sex, something meaningful and beautiful inside both of them. And the only way to express it was through their bodies, through their fucking.
And fuck they did. Bobby shoved his young slim loins down into her and his balls plastered right up against her furry cunt mound. "Oh, Bobby!" Sally moaned, wrapping her arms around his back, holding each cheek of his smooth ass as she felt her pussy taking every inch of his wonderful young cock.
"Sally, I'm gonna fuck you, I'm gonna fuck you," he moaned over and over, shaking with delight. His cock was imbedded in her warm, loving pussy, and he was on top, the master, in control, and he could fuck her as hard or as easy as he wanted and she couldn't do a thing about it. She could only accept it.
Suddenly, with his eyes brimming with tears of happiness, Bobby started whacking her cunt with such force the whole bed shook and Sally had to kick her legs into the air. He was fucking her wildly, like a wild man, this wonderful boy who'd been a virgin just days before....
"Ohhhhhh, Bobbeeeeeee," Sally sighed, feeling his hard thrusts. She held his ass, feeling between the cheeks for the hot little hole with her fingertips, almost helping him fuck her by pushing and pulling on his buttocks.
But Bobby wanted to master it all. He pulled her hands off, resting his long heated cock in her hole for a moment, and then plastered her hands over her head, holding them there with all his might, and he started pumping his hips again, thrusting his cock in and out of her pussy as he held her hands down.
"Oh, FUCK ME, BOBBY!" She was in rapture. She kicked her legs out and then wrapped them around his smooth, now-sweating ass cheeks, and matched his every stroke. Her cuntal juices aided his thrusts and his cock was fucking her easily, all the way into her pussy with each stroke.
"Oh, Sally, I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum in your cunt like all those guys in pictures who have their cum dripping out the girl's cunt! I'm gonna shoot my load inside you and maybe you can have my baby!"
"OHHHHHH, GOD!" Sally screamed. She couldn't bear the thought because she loved it so much-it was so naive and yet it hit exactly on the point of what their fucking was all about, why she loved him in the first place. He was her baby! And he wanted her to have another! It was mad, crazy, and too wonderful for words.
Suddenly, Sally's body bucked in the air and she let out a gasp. The thought of what he'd said hit her so strongly that, combined with the wonderful friction of his cock inside her cunt, it caused her to reach a wondrous climax, her juices flowing all at once, her mind reeling and her head getting dizzy with passionate release.
"CUMMMMMM! NOW, BOBBY! CUM IN ME, CUM WITH ME! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU MADLY!" She screamed and kicked and whipped her hands out from under his as she clawed at his back with her fingernails. His face met hers in a hard kiss, and then he rammed into her for the last time with a groan.
His cum seemed as if it would never stop shooting. She felt it way up inside of her, squirting, popping, filling her with the hottest cream she'd ever had in her belly. And she wanted it in there forever. She wanted his baby, if that was possible! She wanted him!
"Ohhhhh, God, God," Bobby moaned as he pumped his cock in and out of her cunt, sending squirt after squirt of his young semen into her womb, his way of telling her he loved her. He put his face into her neck and cried, into her hair and against her cheek and shoulder, crying because he loved her and would miss her and the things they'd done together.
She held him to her, pressing his ass, feeling his cock stopping in her cunt. "Don't take it out till it gets small," Sally whispered in his ear, "because I want you in me as long as can be. Forever, if that's possible."
And then, lying there with him inside her, his tanned young body relaxing against the warmth of her breasts, she thought of the movie, Harold and Maude. It was her favorite film, not because it was one of the best cornedies ever made, but because it said something so beautiful-that an older woman can love a young boy, and that a young boy could love an older woman. She remembered some of her friends saying it was a "sick" idea before seeing the film, that a love relationship between a woman and boy was sick, but after seeing it they realized that it could happen. It had.
Bobby left the next day. Sally didn't see him after he left her room, however. That night he went to a movie with his parents, and they came back early and went to sleep early so they'd be able to get up and leave in the morning, getting a good start on the remainder of their trip.
Sally didn't even bother to ask her mother if she'd seen the two guys at the pool that morning. She wondered if they had left when the sun came up, but it didn't interest her enough to ask. She was a basket case because Bobby was gone.
Bobby and his parents left at eight in the morning. At nine, Sally was cleaning up their room, plunging into work to keep her mind off her loss. In the corner of the closet she found a pair of cum-streaked undershorts. They were a pair of boy's smelly undershorts.
She knew he'd left them there on purpose.
CHAPTER TEN
Sally moaned and groaned for days after Bobby left.
"Forget about that little kid. That's sick!" her mother told her, at which point Sally told her mother to shove a bottle of Scotch up her cunt.
"Sally, you gotta get over it," her friend Judy said at lunch a few days later. She was the only one who understood. "I had the hots for a thirteen-year-old once like you wouldn't believe! It tore me up, but I finally realized there's only one way to get it off your mind before you totally crack up."
"How?" Sally asked.
"Find someone else."
Sally shook her head.
"Sally, you gotta get in there and smother yourself with sex. That's the only way!"
"Judy, I just don't want anyone else...."
"Yes you do, tell youself that!"
"Where am I going to find someone?" Sally asked.
"With a motel, have you ever had that problem before?" Judy asked with a grin.
Sally knew the answer, but she wasn't convinced. Never before had someone walked off with part of her heart-except Joe, but Joe and Bobby were both gone now. What should she do?
Perhaps Judy's right, she finally admitted three days later, when she became so horny she didn't even want Mutt. She wanted a boy!
Someone was ringing the night bell. "Shit," Sally said, wondering what to do. Mother was in a Keno parlor somewhere and here she was, with this wonderful little darling boy-fuck them. Let them think I'm full up.
The bell finally stopped ringing. "Lay back," Sally said, moving with the boy onto the bed, helping him with loving hands. She stroked his naked body. "Oh, you're so delicious looking," she panted, bending to take his wet prick into her mouth, swirling it around with her tongue.
"Please, I'll cum," he said, pulling her head off. He was close. "I cum when anyone puts their mouths there. I wanna fuck you."
"Ummmmmm," she moaned, and bent to kiss his face. Then she fell on him, one breast nestled in the hollow of his groin, her lips sucking greedily on his tiny, erect little nipples. Her hand groped down to find his prick, to find it hardening again already, but not hard enough. Delirious with love, she knew she was biting his nipple too hard and scalding his chest with the hot breath from her nostrils, but again she couldn't help herself. She was halfway down to his prick with her lips, pausing to stab into his salty-sweet belly button with her tongue, before she was reminded by his hands plucking at her clothing that he wanted her naked too. She'd stripped him the moment she got him into her bedroom, but she'd forgotten about taking her "I'll do it," she said, batting her eyelashes, as nervous as she was desirous. "Little guys like you don't know about things like taking off women's clothes."
Sally got her skirt open up to the waist. She knew he wanted to look at her tits, but there was no time for that now with the urgency she was feeling between her legs. She was dying to get fucked by this beautiful little devil.
Her legs felt rubbery as she rose beside the bed to get rid of her tight panties. She swept back her short skirt and pulled her panties down from under it, and when she fell on the bed again her exposed smooth ass sent shivers up her spine-knowing her ass was naked drove her crazy wondering how excited he was!
She looked at his cock again and put her mouth on it, holding it tight in her lips as she felt it quiver and move on its own. He shivered and shook and finally started moaning as she moved her lips, so she knew he was getting ready to cum, so she pulled off. "Oh, I wish you could hold back," she said, looking at his wonderfully wet penis.
He reached down and ran his hand over her exposed ass. "Oh, it feels so good," he said, moving his fingertips between the crack. "Take off your clothes, be naked like me."
She stood up, pulled off her skirt, and exposed her dark hairy cunt.
"Oh, wow!" he exclaimed, just as he'd done when she first showed him her tit by the pool. He had come in with his parents, about ten o'clock, and they'd immediately left him to go off to one of the casinos. It was the same story over and over again. He was standing out by the pool when Sally walked up and asked him what he was doing.
"Just nothing, I'm bored," he had said. That was enough for her. She'd had the hots all day, and she did something terribly impulsive-she opened her blouse and let him look at her breasts. He'd gasped and stared at the most amazing sight he'd ever seen in his life.
Then she had said, "Come with me and I'll show you more." She was following Judy's advice. And there they were.
And so, with all of her lower garments removed, Sally put one knee up on the bed, and smiled at him, giving him a good shot of her pussy. She fluffed up her damp cunt hairs with her fingers and then parted the pink lips for him, letting him look into it.
"It won't bite," she kidded.
"Ohhhhh, he said, transfixed. "You like it? You want to taste it?" He blinked. "Taste it?"
"Yes, suck it, eat it. Here, put your lips around it and give it a lick, you'll like it." She held her cunt open with one hand while she moved his head with her other. The boy came to her, eager and a little afraid of the new experience, but something about it turned him on. A few girls who were dating his older brother had sucked his cock-that's why he knew he would cum right away if Sally kept it up on his dick-but none of them had ever made him eat their pussies, he told her. He pressed his lips to the hairy, warm spot and kissed.
"Oh, yes, yes," Sally moaned, feeling the electric sensation of his warm lips touching her flesh, "now slide your tongue into it, fuck me with your tongue!"
He pushed his tongue out of his mouth and it slid all the way up her box, tickling her clit automatically, and she cried out and pushed his head into her crotch, mashing his sweet young face between her legs, making him fuck her hard and fast till he gasped for air.
"OH, GOD!" Sally screamed, falling onto the bed, unable to control herself any longer. His face slipped from her box and she looked at it, all red and wet with her fluids, all hot and bothered.
"I want to fuck, I want to fuck," he said, hot with passion, and she wasn't about to argue with him.
"Lie back," she commanded, and he did.
He looked up at her wonderful womanly figure looming over him and he told himself it was too good to be true. Her hot hand grasped his young prick, and he touched her legs as she got herself into position over him. She was going to squat on him and let his cock slide up her cunt! Oh, God, I don't believe it! He closed his eyes in wonder.
Sally lowered herself down on him, guiding the delicious cock in her hand until it touched the hot wetness between her legs, and there she forced herself to wait, to prolong this moment of pure, sweet joy before the real, deep ecstasy began. She would have prolonged it further still, but the memory of Bobby made her hotter than ever, and with that came the memory of Joe, her husband, and their desire for a son....
A son! Here he was, her baby boy, his cock standing up like a flagpole, waiting for mama to make it warm and hot and wet! Oh, Joe! Joe! I wanted a baby! Tears welled up in her eyes and then suddenly, hard, painfully, she sat down on the boy's cock, erasing all the thoughts in her head by lowering herself onto this boy's hard dick. She replaced the agony with ecstasy and the feeling in her cunt was a wonderful one, and she no longer thought of Joe or Bobby or even the desire to have a son. She subjugated it all to sex.
"AHHHHHH!" the boy groaned, wild with pleasure.
"Oh, fuck, fuck!" Sally answered as she squirmed on him, quite unable to give him any sort of decent lesson in the art of fucking, since she was really going to cum and she knew it-she was so wildly excited all of a sudden. She'd wanted to prolong it, but she'd been so hot, so turned-on all day....
Her orgasm had hold of her and her body was demanding that she take every bit of loving she could get out of that hard cock now up in her belly. She bounced up and down, making the bed squeak, and she felt her juices coming.
"Are you ... are you gonna cum?" he asked, looking up at her closed eyes, her sweating face.
"YESSSSS!" she hissed. Her grunts continued and then a wave of orgiastic pleasure swept over her at once, and she sucked his tongue so deeply into her mouth that she hoped it might meet his prick coming up the other way, and set off an explosion when they touched. She squeezed his hard stiff cock with her cunt to make it last, and the waves of love were still breaking over her when she was able to lift her passion-swollen face from his to speak.
"Oh, baby, baby, I came, I came," she whispered. "I want you to cum in me, I want you to do the same as I did."
"Yes, I will, I will," he moaned, feeling her wonderfully hot wet pussy clasping his young cock.
"You'll cum gallons, gallons," she said, moving in a rhythm now with his hands holding her ass. "Yes, fuck me, fuck me till you pour your cream into my cunt," she said, really getting going now, knees planted firmly at his sides, her tits rubbing against his chest, through her open blouse, her eyes glazed, her hair hanging over her shoulders. "Cum in my pussy and make me hot, burn me up with your hot cum!"
"Yeahhhhhh!" he groaned, his body arching like a bow, sending flaming arrows of white hot cum up into her anxiously awaiting cunt. "I'M SHOOTING!" he screamed.
"DARLING, DO IT, DO IT!" Sally shouted, out of control, feeling his wonderful orgasm filling her. He bucked and thrashed underneath her, a prisoner under her weight, his prick a willing, spurting captive of her cunt, as together they blindly, wonderfully hit orgasms until at last his dick went limp inside her and he sighed.
Sally knew it was all over and she'd been satisfied.
"How about," she started to say, pulling off his wet, limp cock, "a midnight swim?"
"Hey, great!"
They swam around in the water, he in his tight little bathing suit and Sally in her white bikini, until she could stand it no more. It was a hot night and the stars were shining, filling the sky, and although she'd already cum, she couldn't let this go by without at least sucking him off.
It was easier than she'd expected. They got out of the pool and he laid on the chaise lounge, pulled his trunks to his knees, and let her get his cock hard inside her mouth. In less than one minute, with just a few good strokes of her lips and tongue, he filled her mouth with a young gusher, a mouthful of hot squirting sperm that she'd never forget. He had told her he came fast when someone sucked his cock, and he wasn't kidding, she found out.
Just as she pulled her lips off the panting boy's cock, car headlights lit up the area, and Sally stood up to look over the wall of the pool area. It was his parents. He pulled his trunks up, stuffing his satisfied cock in them, and walked nonchalantly toward his parents, who were just getting out of their car.
"Hey, you're not in bed?" his father asked.
"No, I took a swim."
"How's the water?" his mother asked.
"Great."
That's all Sally heard, because they went into their room and closed the door. So she was alone again and she could still taste his delicious cum still boyishly warm in her mouth. She sat on the chaise, the same one where he'd been sitting when he'd cum into her lips, and looked up at the sky.
Oh, Joe, why didn't we ever have a baby? What went wrong? We could have had a little boy with a little cock and balls that I could wash and powder and hold when it peed and maybe suck a little as he would sleep.
She sat up and pulled her hands through her wet hair. She knew she was unhappy and she knew why, but she didn't know what could be done about it, if anything. How much longer could she go on like this, running a crappy motel, living with her drunken mother whom she didn't really even talk to, sucking off little virginal boys as their parents tried their luck in the smoke-filled casinos, dreaming of love coming into her life again someday? There really wasn't any reason to live-she knew that, but she was too much a" coward to end it all-and there really wasn't a reason to die-sucking the hard cocks of lonely little boys in the motel was better than being gone for good.
But if only Bobby would come back, or someone like him, someone who could steal my heart as well as my body! If only he lived in town, or nearby. God, I'd be so grateful. I'd be so satisfied.
She looked up at the stars and smiled. Star light, star bright, first star I see tonight, let Bobby see it too, wherever he may be.
She wondered if he was thinking about her. He said his dad was planning on coming back to Vegas for a convention soon, but he didn't know if he was going to be allowed to come along. And then he'd be starting school in September and she'd not see him again till the next summer, if then. Bobby. She started to cry....
The next day Judy gave her another pep talk. "So you miss him that much, what're you gonna do, commit suicide?"
"I've considered it," Sally said.
"Look, honey, try to forget about him. Try to remember how beautiful it was, and concentrate on that, on the fact that you had something-that's more than nothing!"
"It's so easy to say!" Sally whined.
"Oh, Sally, honey, I don't want to see you this way. Promise me you'll really give it a try. That you'll really get in there and fuck and suck your way through a goddamn junior high school if you have to!"
"Okay, I guess it's best," Sally said. "I can't keep doing it with Mutt. I'll wear him out." Judy winked at her. "That's my baby!"
It was nearly a week later that Sally had her first real chance to get into what Judy had been talking about. Mutt had awakened Sally that morning by licking her cunt on the bed, which had turned her on. She didn't let the dog fuck her because she had a feeling that maybe today....
Sure enough. Her mother had signed in some people the night before, while she was at a movie with Judy and another girl friend, and the two boys belonging to the parents who were off gambling were out at the pool.
Sally went up to them and introduced herself as "Miss Sally" and asked them to please come in and have some iced tea with her. It was more of an order than an invitation. The boys sensed what was happening.
"What are your names?" Sally asked when they got into her bedroom. There was no iced tea to be had.
"Danny," one of the boys said. "Jack," piped up the other one. 'Take your trunks off. I'm going to teach you a few games."
They gasped, stared at her for a moment as she stood there with her arms crossed, and then dropped their trunks to reveal two beautiful uncircumcised dicks.
"Oh, what beautiful cocks you both have," Sally said, looking at them. "I'm going to compare the heads of them, so stand still for me, all right?"
Danny smiled.
"Sure," Jack said.
The two boys stood there, waiting to see what she would do. Danny knew what was to come now, he knew she was going to pull his foreskin back to reveal the sensitive head of his penis, and he sighed in anticipation. Jack wondered what she was going to do to him, stiffening with delight as she seized their cocks and started tugging the foreskins back, exposing red, soft, secretly beautiful cockheads.
Her fingers trembled as she worked, and she felt eager saliva pool in her mouth as she thought of the twin red nuts she was soon to enjoy. Already she could see the dark fleshy tips of their glans' peeking out of their limp cock sheaths, and in a few more moments, by gentle jerks and tweaks, she had uncovered most of the bright-gleaming glans. She was tempted by her own impatience to complete the exposure in one swift tug, but she didn't wish to frighten them. Instead she eased the twin foreskins back very slowly until they were entirely retracted, and then gawked hungrily at the two lovely cherry-like tips of their little cocks.
"Mmmmmm, beautiful little pee-pees," she said, looking at them. "They're gonna get nice and big in a few years. I'll bet they taste good too!"
And before either of them could say a word, she growled deep in her throat and dipped her head downward, flicking out her wet, horny tongue to nuzzle and lick Danny's tender prickhead, and then Jack's throbbing tip. They gasped in unison and automatically leaned forward to rest their hands on Sally's shoulders, Jack on the right and Danny on the left. The ecstatic woman then set to work noisily and rapidly, licking their quivering young cocks with the deliciously firm, slick tip of her tongue. She groaned and savored their salty, pure boycock juices, dug her tongue tip deep into the little slits on the tips of their cocks, slurping and gurgling with joy as she circled their wet cockheads with her eager tongue.
She was going to have them all, all the way, not just licking their cockheads. Two cocks were beautiful, and she remembered well the picture that Bobby had had in his wallet-two cocks in a woman's mouth at the same time. She had to have them both at once, and here they were! She reached out and put her arms around their slim hips, moving them closer together till their naked bodies were touching. Now she had both wobbling redheaded little cocks side by side, nuzzling and bumping each other blindly. With a gurgling, animal noise, she dipped her head and sucked both young pricks into her mouth.
"Oh, Miss Sally," Jack moaned, putting his arm around his young friend's shoulder, for balance. He was amazed that she was taking both their cocks at the same time.
"WOW!" Danny exclaimed.
"Mmmmmmm," Sally moaned, taking more of them, wrapping her tongue around them.
Danny's head spun with excitement as she did it, as her tongue made its first hot, slurping contact with the highly sensitive flesh of his glans. Oh, Jesus, it's so good! It feels so wonderful! He hoped that she would go on licking it for hours because it felt so great! He quivered and moaned lightly as her tongue traced a burning circle around the head of his cock.
Jack had enjoyed her teasing of his foreskin, but he hadn't anticipated what she was doing now! He couldn't get over it. When her slick pointed tongue first wormed its way into the hole of his glans, he hadn't even realized what was happening-he only knew it was the most exquisite physical pleasure he'd ever known. And his young boys' curiosity impelled him to sneak a glance at what she was doing, and his eyes nearly popped out of his head. The wonderful woman was licking the head of his cock just like a popsicle! He'd never even dreamed of anything like it, and for a moment he was dazed, shocked, but when her slick tongue darted in a circle all around the sensitive base of his cockhead, he didn't care. He knew he loved it. And he didn't want her to stop.
Now, as Sally sucked both young cocks into her hot, spongy mouth, rubbing the shafts together with the fierce pressure of her tongue and cheeks, the two boys gasped, gripped her shoulders hard, and felt identical sensations, and the quick shock of the tightening of their nuts, a wonderful rippling of the skin of their testicles, and then the suddenly hardening of their hotly quivering little pricks. Two hard, wonderful erections moved in her working mouth, two small stiff cocks nudged in the smooth warm insides of her cheeks. She sucked happily, noisily, on her double-prize, while they began to moan and jerk their slim hips together, feeding her their young aroused pricks in blind, animal motions of fucking.
"Oh, God, that feels so good," Danny said.
"Yes, yes," Jack added, his eyes rolling in his head in exquisite pleasure.
"Suck us some more, suck us a lot!" Danny squealed, just like a little boy who gets a new bicycle for Christmas.
Sally was more than happy to obey. She increased her delicious suction, making a loud slurping noise, squeezing the two stiff, bounding little cocks together as they poked and probed wildly in her mouth. She gripped the boys' tight, smooth little asses in her hot hands and pulled their young handsome bodies closer to her busy lips, till their hard cockheads were butting the back of her throat. She thought of the huge deluge of cum that would soon be filling her, more than she'd ever swallowed before. It was the perfect fulfillment of all her erotic dreams, of her frustrations. For the moment, Bobby didn't matter. She had what Bobby had shown her in his wallet-and that was where her head was at now, and the only place it was at. Cocks. Little boy cocks. In her mouth. Two at once.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
But Sally wanted to prolong their delightful play, to enjoy their handsome young bodies as long as she could. She pulled her head off their rods and looked up at their flushed faces. "Oh, what hard cocks you both have!"
"Yeah," Danny said and grinned.
She cupped their little balls in her hot hands. She smiled happily to herself, oblivious to their stares, and began gently bouncing the reddish rubbery globes on her palms. With their erections, their nuts had plumped up too, gotten fuller and harder, filling with virgin sperm, hot milk for Sally. She cupped and squeezed and played with the four nuts, with the two sacs. The boys closed their eyes, resting their heads together as she nuzzled tickingly between each pair of slim legs in turn, flicking the sweet, bobbing globes with her wet tongue. Then she began to lick, taste, and lash more vigorously, making their pink, tingling balls gleam with her saliva. That was what would really get them going, she figured. They'd like it as much as having their cocks sucked.
"Oh, boy," Jack responded, giving her the reaction she'd expected.
She seemed to love the taste of their young, flapping balls, and now she was slowly and tenderly sucking them into her mouth, one after the other, and palpitating them with her big tongue.
As she moved leisurely and deliciously from one ball to the other, the boys moaned delightedly, and at the tip of both their small stiff cocks there appeared a creamy white droplet, oozing slowly out of the holes of their glans. Sally noticed it right away, and with greedy eyes she left off sucking their balls and darted out her tongue fast enough to lap up the pearly bubbles from the tips of their cocks, tasting and savoring their subtle differences.
"Oh," Danny moaned, feeling her lips at his cockhead again.
"Ummmmm," Sally gurgled deliriously. "I want to suck you both now. Do you want that?"
"YES! Please!" Jack was crazily excited.
"Oh, Miss Sally, yes, yes, Danny added.
"You want to cum in my mouth now?"
Danny gasped. "Oh, can we?"
"Yes, darlings, but you must do it together at the very same time!" Sally licked the tips of their wet cocks.
"We will, won't we, Dan?" Jack asked, turning to his pal.
"Sure, yes, we will," Danny replied, looking down.
Sally opened her mouth.
The boys quivered eagerly and poked their small hard rods rhythmically in her eager face. Danny knew what was to happen, but he could hardly wait to have his achingly stiff peter sucked into the hotness of her mouth, to be sucked and squeezed into cumming by her cheeks and tongue. He couldn't wait to shoot his wad happily into her tight throat!
Jack didn't quite know what to expect from his "cumming"-he only knew what Danny had told him, and he'd only done it once, with very little semen actually appearing. He knew there would be more this time, more pleasure and more semen, and that it would squirt out of the tip of his cock and he would cry to the heavens with joy. He'd watched Danny beat off, he knew what the experience was like-crazy, wild, wonderful!
Sally grasped their hips again, urging them closer together, and they quickly obeyed her touch, moving to make their cocks meet and rub snugly together in one enticing, jutting rod.
Sally was moaning in anticipation of the warm white feast that was to come, and then she bent down and sipped the sweet red tips of their pricks, sucking them slowly, with hot, gentle sliding, all the way inside the furnace of her mouth. She rubbed her tongue over the two quivering, stiffly poking rods, squeezed them wetly between her cheeks, then began a wild, noisy, vigorous sucking that made both boys squeal with intense pleasure. They began to jerk their hips as fast as they could, nudging her hard throat, bumping the tips of their frantic cocks together, and groaning steadily as she sucked them harder and harder, drawing them relentlessly back into her greedy hot throat.
"Oh, God," Jack moaned, "suck my dick, suck it! It's just like Danny said! It feels soooooo good!"
"Ohhhhh, Miss Sally," Danny murmured, shoving his hips forward into her face.
Sally groaned her approval, her mouth happily stuffed with leaping, bounding cocks, and then her steadily contracting cunt pumped out a steaming pool of juice as she felt the first sharp, hot squirt of Danny's little prick, a teasing shot of sweet cream down deep in her throat.
"OWWWWWWEEEEEE!" Danny screamed, shivering.
Sally sucked faster and faster, harder too, urging him on, and he squealed happily, battering her chin with his jerking loins and balls, and shot a delicious thin stream of hot sticky boy-balls juice into her gulping mouth.
Jack's small pounding cockhead was showered with his friend's cum, bathed in it as the two cocks collided in Sally's wide expert mouth. Jack moaned and felt his balls beginning to tighten up hard, and he began to pump his cock harder, feeling his load moving through the rippling shaft. Then he too shot with delight as his orgasm hit. "CHRIST!" he screamed. His virgin cum shot out of his cockhead in long fiery streams, mingling with his best buddy's cum in Sally's cock-torturing, cum-drinking mouth. She gurgled, almost weeping with joy, and frantically swallowed every sweet drop of the sticky cum the boys fed her. She seized their tight, straining buttocks, fingering their moist, fragrant assholes, pulling their bodies to her, pumping them dry.
Oh, Bobby should see this now! All I need is a banana in my cunt.
Finally, Sally released the exhausted little boys and let them fall, flushed and panting, onto the couch. She licked her lips, savoring the very last of the sweet cum that had flooded her mouth, and swallowed for the last time, regretting that it was over so soon. Then she bent over the weak and half-faint young boys and licked their limp little cocks clean.
"Jesus Christ," Jack whispered, his eyes flickering open at last to rest gratefully on Sally's red face. "I really came! Like you, Danny!"
Danny smiled. "Yeah, man, you sure did," Danny said, like a real man.
Sally had to giggle.
"You like it?" Danny asked his pal.
Jack nodded, enthusiastic, hot, delirious.
"It'll get better each time, greater."
Sally smiled again-the expert was talking! She sat back on the floor for a minute as they sat on the bed. She lifted her legs so they could see her panties.
"You look like you have a beautiful pussy," Danny said.
"I've never even seen a cunt," Jack said, eager.
"You've never fucked?" Sally asked, knowing damn well he didn't really know what it meant. Neither of them really knew what it meant, she figured. Even if Danny was older and knew about beating off and what a "pussy" was, it was because some kid older than he was told him and he, in turn, told Jack. Neither of them really knew anything about sex.
Jack just stared at Sally. She finally said, "Let me tell you about fucking. And cocks and pussies. Fucking's when a guy sticks his dick up a woman's cunt. He puts it in here," she pointed to her cunt, smiling, "and moves it in and out, hard, till he cums, just like you did in my mouth. They both cum, actually."
"They ... they both cum? You mean you can make cream too?" Jack asked. Danny was wide-eyed-he didn't know the answers either!
"A woman cums differently, it's more emotional. And her juices are wetter, but it happens."
Danny put his hand down on his cock. It was growing again. "Can we see, can we see...?" He couldn't bring himself to say it.
"Can you see my cunt?"
"The cunt's the same as a pussy, right?" Jack asked.
"Yes," Sally replied with a smile. "Do you want to see mine and touch it and learn about it?"
"Yes!" Jack said with delight.
"Oh, please, yes! I've seen some in Playboy, but I've never seen one in real life!" Danny's cock was hard again.
Sally got up and sat on the bed with them. The boys had never seen a woman in her underwear before, let alone naked. They were fascinated as she undressed, and to them she was the most beautiful fulfillment of their erotic dreams. They could hardly believe a grown woman was taking off all her clothes on a bed with them watching.
Sally was naked in a matter of minutes.
To Danny and Jack, her breasts seemed incredibly fascinating, so big and hard. The rest of her body was like theirs with the exception of the hairy pussy and pussy mound and the rounder hips. They stared at her snatch with hungry eyes.
"You can't really see my box," Sally said.
"Box?" Danny asked.
"My pussy. It's called a pussy, a quim, a snatch, a box, a twat, all kinds of things."
Jack giggled. "And a cunt?"
Sally nodded. "And a cunt," she added. "See, look down real close, see how it's all covered with hair?"
They moved so they could have a good shot at her dark crotch. "Yeah," Danny said. He could barely see the lips through the dark strands.
She spread her legs. "Now, watch," she said, and she put her fingertips on each side of her snatch and pulled it open. "See?"
They looked in utter amazement. There was a set of folds, like lips, and valleys and holes, all very moist and pink.
"God, where do you pee from?" Jack asked.
"Right from there," she said, rubbing her fingers inside the wet flesh.
"Where do you cum from?" Danny asked.
"Same place, only way deep inside where your cock goes, and way inside a person's body, in their mind almost."
"Gee," Jack said, entranced, his cock getting hot and hard again.
Sally lifted her legs, spreading them even more.
"Hey, your asshole looks just like mine!" Danny said.
"There's no difference," Sally reassured him.
"So now we know what a girl looks like down there," Jack said, still staring with glazed, wonder-filled eyes.
"You sure as hell do," Sally said, rubbing her ass opening for a moment, just to feel the stimulation of it.
"Look, I want you to see my clit." She spread her legs wide on the bed again and then pulled her cunt as far open as she could. Her fingers found the hard nub and she gasped as she touched it. "See that little thing, that hard little cock in there?"
Jack and Danny looked closely, putting their heads together between her legs. They both saw it.
"That's my clitoris, my clit. That's where a girl likes to be played with most of all, and sucked too."
"Sucked?" Jack asked.
"Yes," Sally replied, taking her hands from her cunt. "Little boys put their lips to a woman's pussy and suck like I did to you, and they drive their tongues up there and tickle a woman's clit, so she can get all excited and cum."
"Wow!" Danny said.
"Double wow," Jack added.
She made them kneel on either side of her so she could play with them as they played with her, discovered her. "You touch me wherever you want and I'll do the same to you," she said.
"Okay," Jack said, winking at Danny.
Danny smiled and then reached down and put his hand on Sally's stomach. It was a start, at least.
Swiftly and skillfully, Sally worked her fingers into the tight-muscled ass openings, just a little bit, enough to turn them both on. They held their breath, loving the feel of her fingers toying with their assholes, which they remembered looked just like hers.
"You like that?" Sally asked.
"Yeah," Danny gasped.
Jack trembled as he pulled the foreskin over the head of his cock.
Sally continued playing with their buttocks and assholes, and soon the boys were totally sex-crazy. They were already moving their asses with her hand strokes! They felt the stirrings inside them, the male stirrings of sex, and they had no qualms any longer about touching her, no fears of the female body.
Jack boldly reached down and stroked Sally's pussy hair. She sighed and he continued, amazed at how soft and furry it was. The only other pubic hair he'd ever touched was his older brother's, who was seventeen. He'd caught him beating off in the bathroom once, so Jack asked if he could watch instead of having to tell mother-and his brother not only let him watch, but he let him feel his gigantic cock and balls, and Jack now remembered how coarse and hard his pubic hair was. He hoped when his grew in it would be as soft as Miss Sally's.
Danny took the upper part of her beautiful body. He touched her tits, gently, moving his fingers over the rounded flesh, over the hard tight nipples. Sally moaned and he continued, knowing that she was liking what he was doing.
Jack remembered what she'd said about her clit, about the little cock inside her which caused her the best feeling. He remembered that she liked to be touched there best of all. He sensed that her sexual parts were as sensitive and tender as his own, so he proceeded carefully. With one slightly stubby index finger, he touched the little nub in her cunt and rubbed it a little. Sally said nothing, but she gasped at the exquisite feeling rushing through her body. She urged him to continue by moving her hips up and down, sensuously.
At the same time, Danny was gathering his courage. What he wanted was to explore the hole that Jack was feeling, to see how big it was way inside and what it felt like. He waited and watched as his friend played with Sally's clit, making her sigh and smile and causing her cunt lips to swell and grow wet. When he was sure that she was loving it, he timidly bent over and wiggled his finger into the recessed middle hole between her legs. It was very hot and juicy up the slick length of her cunt, warm, like he expected it to be, clasping, holding him, pleasant to feel, and his finger slipped easily up the length of it till it was all the way in.
God, it's so deep! He was astonished that his whole finger could slide in there! He still couldn't feel the end. And then it came to him, sure, it had to be long and deep, cause it had to be big enough to take a cock like his older brother's, which certainly was long, almost a good ten inches long, and very thick. His finger was tiny compared to his brother's big dick!
He worked his finger around in her pussy, stimulating it to squirt hot, sticky juices that she'd talked about, oozing into his hand. She sighed and moaned and moved around on the bed, so Danny knew he was doing something right. She rubbed the folds of her cunt with her hands, drawing them open, as both boys played inside her, and then she brought her fingertips to her face and licked them with her tongue, tasting her own cuntal juice.
She moaned steadily with the incredible feeling of having her clit and cunt massaged and caressed by two little boys new to sexual relations. But she didn't get so carried away that she forgot about what she was to do to them. By now she'd slipped her two little fingers all the way up their moving asses, the white, puckered mouths sucking at the base of each finger. She was surprised neither of them objected, but they were probably so fascinated with her cunt that they didn't really realize what she was doing. If there was any pain, they didn't show it.
She began a gentle in and out motion, arousing the boys to a steady pumping of their asses in time with her delicious friction. Then she used her free fingers to tickle their limp, flopping balls, bouncing and nudging them till they grew rosy pink and began to stiffen. Both boys returned the favor by working faster, with sweet flying fingers, on her clit and cunt. Jack, who seemed the more aggressive and daring of the two, used his free hand to poke a small stiff finger up Sally's ass, so that she was getting beautiful jolts of pleasure from three places now, three individual sources. Her ass took his finger easily, lovingly.
"I'm gonna cum again, I think," Jack suddenly said, as Sally gave his rump a delicious poking.
"I'm ready too," Danny said, "and my balls are read to explode!"
Sally started to finger-fuck the boys' anuses swiftly, and they both moaned and moved with her strokes. "Oh, Miss Sally," Jack cried, "It's like what you said about fucking, only the woman is fucking the man!"
"The boy, she corrected him, and then she pulled her fingers out of their asses.
They both turned to look at her.
"Want to try it?" she asked.
"Try what?" Danny responded.
"Fucking?"
Jack gasped.
"Gee, can we?" Danny asked, his eyes wide with hope.
She kept her voice playful, but her body was hot and she was dying for a small stiff prick nosing into her cunt to poke and jab away-to rid him of his virginity. She needed his orgasm. She needed his cock. She needed him!
Sally sat up. She was bigger and taller than either of them, so she wouldn't sit on them or lie on them. "Jack, you're first 'cause you're smaller," she said, as she spread her legs and fell back to the bed. "Get on me, Jack."
Jack obeyed, shaking, climbing on top of her. His head lay between her big tits. "Now, Danny, you reach down and guide his little hard cock into my pussy hole."
Danny took his friend's cock in his hands and pushed the head of it between the hairy lips of her cunt, and then Jack groaned and shoved forward with his hips, with his ass, with his cock.
"PUT YOUR COCK IN MY CUNT!" Sally screamed as soon as the cockhead came into contact with her womanhood.
Danny shook in excitement, watching between their legs.
"GOD!" Jack gasped, doing his best to obey. "Oh, it's so great," he whispered then as he felt her cunt closing around his dick.
"Fuck me as hard as you can, just push and pull, fuck me, fuck me hard like a man," she cried, clawing his smooth back with her fingernails.
The slim boy bounced and pumped on top of Sally, his eyes tightly shut, his white teeth clenched, as she sought instinctively to dig his cock deeper into her, to bury his maddened prick in her spongy hole. He felt blinding buzzes of pleasure from the tip of his cock with every thrust against the hot slick wall of her cunt. His urge was to bang her harder and swifter with every cock stroke until he shot his load, and he pumped his small ass blissfully toward that goal, thinking dizzily that this fucking was the biggest kick of his young life.
It wasn't the greatest that Sally had ever had. She figured Danny would be better. She loved the sweet hard thrusts of Jack's little cock, but it was just too small for her womanly cunt, for her mature vagina, its base too narrow to tug and stimulate her completely, its shaft too short to penetrate her fully. She needed more cock, desperately needed a larger, fatter organ to pound and stuff her to orgasm. She glanced at Danny with fever in her eyes. The beautiful boy was sitting beside them, moving his cock up and down with his hand, watching in total fascination as his friend's stiff little cock moved rapidly in and out of Sally's cunt. He was amazed that he was able to watch his young pal's first fuck ever. And his friend would be able to watch his soon....
"Okay, Danny, you're going to fuck me at the same time," she suddenly said.
Danny thought he was hearing things. It was impossible!
She grabbed Jack, who was equally as surprised, and turned both of them on their sides, so he was fucking her on his side. Then she lifted her leg and gold Danny to press against her back. She knew his cock was long enough to slide into her from behind, as if they were doing it dog-style.
Danny cuddled up to her back, moving into position between her legs, and began nudging his excited, tight prick into place. He shoved forward and luckily his cock landed at the slippery, sucking mouth of Sally's cunt just as Jack was thrusting his dick in, and Danny's cock was pulled along for the real ride to pleasure. He felt his cock heading in alongside Jack's, and then the burning wetness of Sally's cunt wall drove him crazy, and he suddenly realized his first fuck was from behind! He fed it to her, poked her with it, till his cock moved in time with Jack's, driving Sally crazy with passion.
Sally closed her eyes in complete bliss, filled with two virgin cocks, one from behind, one from the front, at last getting the friction and stretching she craved. It was wild to realize that she was deflowering two boys at once, getting the most beautiful double fucking any woman ever had. Their warm, sweaty young bodies hugged her on both sides, their stiff eager cocks splitting her with boyish energy as they smashed together inside her cunt, and she abandoned herself utterly to her dizzying flight toward orgasm.
"FUCK MEEEEEE!" Sally screamed, in the midst of her rising passion. Her body suddenly exploded in wild convulsions of cumming, rocking the two youngsters and making them cling desperately to her to keep from being thrown off.
Danny and Jack felt the powerful grip of Sally's mature vaginal muscles, contracting, milking and pumping their little cocks, and they both filled the room with surprised and delighted young shrieks as they felt their hot sperm jetting from their hard cocks at exactly the same time. Their cocks shot off together and their hot sticky cum mixed and became one heavy thick mass inside her cuntal passage. She was filled with cum, boy-cum, to the brim!
"Oh, God, I love you both, I love you," Sally moaned, feeling their cocks slipping from her creamy cunt, hugging them, rolling around on the bed.
Suddenly the phone rang. Danny answered it. "Yeah, Mom, I just ran in from the pool. No, everything's fine, we're fine. The lady who runs the motel, she's a real nice lady. She's keeping us company out there. Don't worry. Okay. 'Bye."
He set the receiver down and giggled.
"I'm taking care of you all right," Sally said, looking at their wet limp pricks. "Let's go swim a bit, and then I'll suck you both off again, only separately this time."
"Great!" Jack said, already getting into his trunks.
"Last one in's a rotten fucker!" Danny said. You certainly aren't, Sally thought, with a grin.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Jack and Danny had been wonderful. Sally had tried what Judy had suggested, but it just didn't work.
Oh, it worked fine for the time she was with them, but late at night, when she was alone, she'd think of Bobby. When Mutt licked her pussy, she thought of Bobby. Every moment not spent in having sex with boys other than Bobby was a miserable one. Here she was, a grown woman, living with love-pangs over a little schoolboy who hadn't even sent her a postcard since he left her!
The weeks went by, and Sally didn't know what to do. She tried drinking, but her mother had convinced her early in her life that it was a curse-all she had to do was look at the old lady's eyes each night to see what it was doing to her. Killing her. She didn't have many years left, and she was making them shorter by drinking them away.
The Kirshenbaums were back, as usual, two more times since she'd talked with them in the Keno parlor. She tried their cure for all evils, playing Keno, but she hated it. Nothing worked. Not even a trip to Los Angeles and San Francisco for a week. She spent the time either in bed with boys she had picked up on the street and paid, or else dreaming about what it would be like to have Bobby with her.
So she was back from her vacation, miserable. She sat out by the pool, dreaming away the time, wondering if Bobby had started school yet-it was the last week of August and some schools began early.
She closed her eyes and began to drift off to sleep.
Sometime later she heard the splash! of someone having jumped into the pool. She didn't look to see who it was-there wasn't a good-looking boy staying at the motel and she wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone.
Her mother leaned over the cement wall surrounding the pool and said, "Sally, he asked if he could use the pool even though he's not staying here."
"What?" Sally asked, shielding her eyes, not understanding what her mother meant.
"Him," the old lady said, in an understanding voice, pointing to the familiar young boy swimming around the pool.
Sally turned and looked. There were the yellow trunks, the slim, long, trim, tanned body. There was the hair she had dreamed of putting her fingers through, the legs she'd hoped would be wrapped around her neck again. There he was, not in school back in the Midwest, but in her pool.
He looked up and smiled. "The convention," he said.
She nodded and bit her lip. She couldn't believe it. "The convention," she repeated, softly.
Their eyes met, lovingly, lustfully.
"Bobby," Sally said, sliding into the water. In a moment they were kissing, and they didn't give a damn who was watching. They loved each other.
"That's it, Mutt, lick Bobby's asshole while I suck his cock, go ahead," Sally said to the dog, repeating their very first encounter. She felt as though it was their anniversary. She was in control again, the master, ordering him to strip and kneel on the floor as she watched the dog start licking between the crack of his ass.
"Oh, Sally, it feels so good," Bobby said, feeling Mutt's expert wet tongue sliding up along between his ass cheeks.
"Darling, I want you to cream all over my face. I want you to grab that beautiful cock of yours and beat off over me, covering my face with your cum, your protein!" She stretched out on the floor, her head directly under his hard dick and tight balls, and looked up. Her hair splayed around her head, like a chestnut halo, and her tanned cheeks formed a smile that let him see her teeth and tongue, waiting for a taste of his hot sperm.
"Give it to me, Bobby, darling, give me your wonderful hot jism, beat off while I play with my pussy!"
Bobby looked down to see Sally's fingers stuffed way up her dark-haired cunt, already fucking her hard, wet. She kicked her legs out and opened her mouth under his cock and he grabbed it with his right hand and dipped the head between her lips. She moaned and wet it with her saliva, and then he started beating it back and forth, the head slick with her juice, his balls feeling her hot breath as she watched the big little boy's dick moving just an inch over her face.
"Oh, Bobby, I've missed it so, I've missed your wonderful cock so! I wished I'd taken a picture of it, of you, something to remember your beautiful body and wonderful cock by! Oh, Bobby, cream all over me, drown me in your sweet cum! I love you, darling, I love you and your cock and ass and balls so much! "Sally moved her ass on the floor as her fingers stroked her hard clit and pumped in and out of her vagina.
"WOOF!" Mutt said, in between licks, turned on by the sexuality in the room, smelling the sweet scent of his mistress' cunt and the boy's sweaty asshole.
"Oh, Sally, I dreamed about you, I thought of you, I would hold my cock and I would cum without even moving it, just thinking about you!" Bobby beat his dick furiously, watching a droplet of cum dribble from the head right into her mouth.
"Oh, darling, it tastes so good!" Sally said, smacking his boycum up. She lifted her head and sucked on his balls for a moment, holding them in her lips, feeling them move under her wet tongue as he pulled on his cock above her, and she felt Mutt's wet tongue also sliding up from behind.
She put her head back on the floor and said, "Let me make it all wet and slippery," and she opened her mouth wide and Bobby stuffed his cock down into her throat.
Her lips clamped around the base of his dick and then she swirled the entire length of it with her saliva, making it wet and ready for his hand to slosh along it till he came, just as he'd cum in her cunt with her cunt juices. Bobby pulled his dripping cock out of her mouth and took it in her hand. "I'm gonna cum quick!" he said, looking down at her desperately.
"YES, BOBBY, DARLING, CREAM ON ME, DO IT! I'M GOING TO CUM TOO, SO DO IT NOW! ALL OVER MY FACE AND THEN LET ME SUCK IT, LET ME SUCK YOUR HARD COCK! HIT MY FACE WITH IT WHEN YOU CUM, SMACK IT AGAINST MY LIPS AND MY CHEEKS! HURT ME A LITTLE, BOBBY, HURT ME WHEN YOU CUM!"
Sally was wild with passionate lust, her hands practically stuffed up her pussy. She was almost there, ready to orgasm into her hands, but she wanted to have it happen at the exact moment his hot cream struck her face.
Mutt licked like crazy, instinct telling him that both Sally and the little boy he was licking were about to go wild, just like he did when he shot off.
"CUMMMMMMMM!" Sally screamed, her eyes staring at the swollen tip of his penis, her gaze fixed on the slit in the end.
"Ohhhhhh ... GOD! SALLY!" It took Bobby almost by surprise. Suddenly her face was flooded with white cream, completely covered with the shooting substance. It was coming out of his cockhead faster than even he realized, his balls aching, his whole body in heaven.
"HIT ME! SLAP MY FACE! DO IT, CUMMMMM! I'M CUMMING WITH YOU, DARLING!" Sally pushed her fingers up her cunt just as the boy whacked her against her lips with his shooting cockhead. She came, her whole body wracked with spasms as he hit her again and again, slap! slap! slap! His cream covered her face, in her eyes and hair and over her neck, but she didn't care, it was what she wanted. Then she opened her lips, and with an orgasmic gasp, she sucked his cock into her and drank the last spurt of semen and swirled it around her mouth with his cock.
She stopped moving her hands, and pulled one of them from between her legs and grabbed his balls, caressing them with her hand as she was carressing his cock with her tongue. Bobby's cock softened and then he dropped his whole body to her face and pressed, making them stick together. Mutt walked away and sat in the corner, licking his chops.
Bobby held Sally's head in his crotch until he felt his cock growing hard again, and then she pulled off. "Let's relax a minute and then fuck, all right?" she asked.
He nodded, a glimmer in his eye. She kissed him and asked him if he cared for something to drink. "No," he said, "You're enough."
She smiled and looked at him. "Just a few days, I'll never bear to see you go again."
"You could come and visit me in a month or so, and maybe I can talk mom and dad into letting me come and stay with their friends again at Thanksgiving time."
Suddenly it hit Sally. She'd figured the situation was so hopeless. Hopeless, hell! If you wanted something bad enough, you could find a way to get it, and get it while you can was her motto.
Bobby, perhaps, wasn't so unreachable after all.
And, as he slid his hard cock into her fluttering cunt a moment later, she knew that it wouldn't be the last time that year that they'd be seeing each other.
They wanted each other too much to let time and distance come in their way. And, especially, their ages. Love wins over everything.
