Unlike the moral code of ethics that was rigidly imposed on society a century ago, today's rules for moral conduct are far more flexible and seem to change rapidly as the social and sexual mores of the people change. Twenty years ago, the idea of adult-child sexual relationships was still considered taboo, a sexual no-no that was not discussed in any company and one that was labeled "perverted" and relegated to the basest of porno films and underground books. Yet today we see a remarkable change in the attitude of sexologists and psychologists and psychiatrists.
Parental guilt, as any psychologist can tell you, is a two-edged sword. It can sever the bonds of family love that bind parent and child, with the child rebelling against the double standard the parent forces him or herself to set up when he practices a loose sexual code for himself and imposes an all-restricting one of the child's natural curiosity. Parental guilt may also lead the parent into a constant search for his own pleasures, at the expense of disciplining the child and leading him in paths of learning.
As a result of numerous studies done in this area, a recent convention of sex psychologists in Los Angeles determined that young children who are deprived of answers to their normal questions and curiosities about sexual matters and explorations, often fall into the category of delinquent minors by age sixteen. This is diametrically opposed to the older theory that delinquent minors show tendencies toward aberrant sexual behavior. It is now agreed by most authorities that a free exercise of sexual impulses in youth, including incestuous desires and fulfillment, is totally compatible with a healthy, well-balanced moral code in the adult. Incestuous impulses are no longer considered unnatural, according to Dr. Allyn P. Waterford of the Sex Institute of New York, and author of the book, SEXUAL IMPULSES IN YOUTH. In a speech delivered at the convention, he said, "The strong aversion to incest is one introduced by society, not by nature. There is a sexual attraction towards persons with whom there is close contact, and what can be closer than a mother and child? More to the point, incestuous thoughts have been so long repressed, that many mothers, totally normal in desire and love for their children, have committed suicide when faced with the stigma of society's brand. Yet the children of such mothers, introduced to incest at ages varying from four to fifteen, have not been marked by the early experiences, except in positive ways. To be sure, a small percentage have wound up in various kinds of trouble with the law, but the percentage is within the span of average as compared with all other groups without incest as a major factor." Dr. Waterford went on to say that healthy family relationships can strengthen the family unit, especially those between mother and son, where the woman has the opportunity to see herself in a complete role in the family. Similar findings show that father-daughter relationships are less stable, usually vanishing as the girl reaches puberty and begins to date and experiment sexually with boys her own age.
-THE PUBLISHERS
CHAPTER ONE
Maggie had lost all track of anything except the wonderful young prick in her mouth. God, how she loved to suck it! Cliff's tool had swelled to mighty proportions and each time she came down on it she felt a shiver of new excitement race through her. She slammed her open mouth at the cock, taking its full length deep in her throat. The sex organ filled her and radiated warm sensations down through her body. Cliff's hands were at her cunt down, shoving up under her dress and pulling aside her panties so he could get at her vagina. His fingers were wet with her lubricating cunt juice, and he was plowing between the thick labia and searching for her clitoris. When he found it, she groaned softly and wiggled her ass to give him more room. They were jammed together in the big chair so it was hard to move, and Maggie pushed forward and rolled them both to the floor. For a startled moment, Cliff let go of the tit he was sucking until he realized the plan of her action. Then, grinning, he scuttled back to her and let her undress him with loving care.
Her hands touched and fondled his flesh ... his chest so smooth and hairless, so young ... So very young....
She had his pants off and sucked air into her lungs at the sight of the reddish golden hair that curled tightly over the triangle of his sex organs. She curled her fingers into it, grabbing the ramrod cock for an instant and playing with it tenderly. The glistening red satin head glittered with her saliva, and the tiny eye winked at her as she applied pressure downward. She paused only a second to rid herself of the dress and panties so she could feel her naked flesh along the length of his. And so he could touch her where she wanted to be touched.
She tossed the clothes aside, not even watching to see where they landed. Her whole body was hot and eager now, and she had forgotten about the other people in the room. She had Cliff, and Cliff was young and wonderful.
She came down on him again, plunging his tool into her hungry mouth. Cliff said, "Jeeeeezzz!" and lay back on the gold rug, pulling her legs toward him and forcing them apart. Her cunt welcomed his mouth, and he spread the labia with talented fingers and began to stroke her. He was so damned hot he was ready to shoot off. The way she was taking him made him feel like a fireball. She wanted him to cum in her mouth-he knew it. She'd told him last time how good it was and how much she liked it-and now she was taking his load. He couldn't stop her.
He stabbed his tongue into her pussy and sucked up her cunt juice. It was hot and slimy and intoxicating. Oh, jeez, his balls ached with the pressure she'd fired in him. He was going to cum.
She felt the first tiny spurt hot on her tongue, and she gulped it quickly. She timed her breathing with her motions on him when his ejaculation came, she was ready for it. The hot stuff spurted into her throat, blocking it and forcing her to hold her breath and swallow quickly. The thick, hot cum was a heavy wad passing down her throat, leaving behind it a trail of fire. She gulped and drained him.
Her whole belly was on fire now. His semen made it erupt into near-climax and she could barely control the shudders that shook her. His tongue speared into her cunt, licking her clitoris and exciting her beyond reason. Then he used his oral member like a cock and began to flick it in and out of her vagina, stabbing and pushing, driving her crazy. It was better than a big cock!
She gasped and released his drained prick.
"Give it to me, give it to meee!" She panted over his wet cock and balls, handling them almost absently as she savored the violent sweet rush of need. She rubbed her tits against his legs and moaned softly.
"Yyyeeesss-ooohhh, mmm, yyyeeesss!" There was no holding back the passion now. The fire raced through her, erupting with a sudden fury that shook her. Her body stiffened for an instant, then humped with the flailing tongue. He felt the sudden burst of her secretions and drank them without loosing his beat in her.
And Maggie came. The quivering flesh of her thighs trapped Cliff between her legs and threatened to devour him. Her cunt poured out its message of love, filling his mouth and smearing all over his face. He could scarcely breath, but nothing mattered but the hot load she was giving him.
"I'mmm cccuuummmmmiiinnnggg-NOW, oh god, NOW!" Maggie thrashed and beat at his flesh with her small fists as he put the finishing touches on her climax.
It was a very long time until they were still, lying head-to-foot on the carpet before the big chair. Around them, sounds of the others' lovemaking was muted in the fog that filled Maggie's brain. She knew that the evening was not over, and somehow she was sorry. She knew she'd enjoy all the sex she got tonight, but it would not be the same as this first thrill of hot young flesh. She lay with eyes closed, thinking about the youthful body that had pleased her so. How old was Cliff? Early twenties? The idea was delicious. Did she enjoy him so much because he was so young? She thought about the shivering delight that touching his hairless chest had given her. What would it be like if he were completely hairless-no crotch hair to obscure her vision of his marvelous private parts. Suppose they were smooth and....
She changed thoughts abruptly. What in the world was she thinking?! Her cheeks were warm, and not only from the excitement of the intercourse. She was thinking forbidden thoughts again, exciting thoughts that had troubled her much of late. She was thinking about young boys, really young ones. Young boys who were still not completely developed and totally unskilled in the ways of sex. What would one be like? What would it be like to taste the warm soft flesh of a youth who had never spurted a hot load of cum into a woman's mouth or cunt? What would it be like to stroke and love a boy like that until she taught him the heights and depths of his own passion. And until they explored the heights and depths of hers? Just the thought made her quiver and grow tense. God, what would it be like?!
She lay with eyes closed, breath escaping in shallow bursts. She could not banish the image of her own son in his bed, asleep in his own bed. She thought about how she used to bathe him when he was younger. Bath time had always been a pleasurable spot in her day. When Dave was tiny, she used to take him into the tub with her and wash his squirming little body with tender care. As he got older, she'd had to let him bathe alone of course, helping him at first but then denied even that pleasure as he became more independent and insisted he could do it alone. Now he was twelve, and he demanded privacy in the bathroom, so she never even glimpsed his lovely young body, except when she managed an 'accidental' entry to the bath or his room when he was naked.
And those few times had been enough to set her mind off in these delightful new tangents. His body was growing, well formed and of good proportions. He had always had a big penis for a child, and now with his approaching manhood, his cock was beginning to hang mightily. His pubic hair had not yet sprouted, and she wasn't sure his testicles had descended. She longed to find out, to touch him and caress him and feel his warmth. But she could not. She could not.
She realized her vagina was oozing new lubrication just thinking about Dave. She tried to blank her mind. She was aware of a male touch at her cunt. Cliff was coming alive again, wanting her. She stirred and opened her eyes and rolled toward him.
It wasn't Cliff. While she'd been daydreaming, some switching had taken place. It was Flip Weiss kneeling beside her. She glanced down at his heavy cock dangling between his thighs. She could see the dark shadows of his huge balls behind it, hazy through the nest of dark hair. Even as she watched, the cock began to jerk with spastic motions of passion. He was getting hard again.
"Wanna fuck?" he said.
Maggie let her breath out slowly and erased the last thought of young Dave. "Mmmm, yes, I wanna fuck!" She held out her arms to Flip and then he was kissing her body, her tits, her belly, her cunt, her asshole. She could smell his cum on him, and the cum of the woman he'd just left. Then her excitement was out of bounds again, and she whispered, "Yesss, fuuuccckkk mmmeee!" And her alcohol-and-lust fogged brain reeled backward to how they had come to this thrillingly degenerate sexual state on this one evening out of many....
The music blared from the stereo and Maggie Shepard felt someone extricate her glass from her hand.
"You need another drink, baby!" Cliff Thomas grinned and leaned close to slide his fingers into the cleavage of her dress and grab a feel of warm tit flesh. Maggie shivered ... his fingers were cool and exciting. She licked her lips and sighed.
"Sure do-need a lot of things-"
He grinned again and gave her a very wet kiss on her open mouth, his tongue forcing between her teeth and finding hers for a lingering instant. "We'll start with a drink and go on to greater things...." He pulled his hand from her dress reluctantly. He liked the heavy, hot feel of her tit. God, she had big ones, and the flesh seared his fingers. The damned dress was too tight for him to get his fingers on that nice hard nipple, but he was already dreaming what it would be like ... almost tasting it. It wouldn't be long now. The party was in full swing, and everyone was glowing with the pleasant drunk that would soon have them groping for each other and making the group scene. And he already had tasted Maggie's wares at other parties and wanted her first on his list. Somehow she was different from the other women, he wasn't sure why. A little older-not much but enough to count it as experience. She and her husband Ken were probably ten or fifteen years older than the others, including himself and Sylvia.
He dropped ice into the glass and poured bourbon over it, not bothering with water. The quicker Maggie was drunk, the faster he'd have her undressed and be at her. He grinned and fixed himself a glass to match Maggie's.
Connie Weiss staggered toward him, her blue eyes slightly bleary and the top three buttons of her blouse open. He could see the line of her lace bra where it angled over the ripe mound of tawny flesh. She saw his look and edged against him, putting her hip right into his cock. "Mmmm, jeez, I'm horny-"
She was good stuff, he knew that too, and once he got warmed up he'd take anything she had to offer. But she didn't have the expertise that Maggie offered and tonight Maggie was coming first on his list. Besides, the Shepards were the hosts to the monthly get-together, and Ken had already staked out Connie-with his eyes and with his hands, feeling her up while they were dancing and catching her in the corner every chance he got.
In the big chair, Maggie tried to focus her gaze on the man and woman at the bar. She wanted the drink Cliff promised her. She needed it, needed it to help her forget the fight she and Ken had had just before their guests arrived. God, what a bastard he could be! Him and his goddam yapping about money. He acted as if they were destitute, as if he didn't have a damned good job with American Engineering and she didn't have twenty thousand left of the fifty she'd inherited from her father a year ago. What the hell good was money if you didn't spend it?
Cliff came back with the drink and she pushed all thoughts of her husband and their problems from her mind. Cliff eased onto the arm of the chair, handing her the drink. She gulped at it and made a face.
"Strong!"
He laughed. "I like my women and my drinks strong." His hand slid over her shoulder and into her dress again. "What do you say you and I start the party? I'm so fuckin hard for you I fall forward every time I stand up." His fingers found the underside of her breast and lifted its weight against the tight bra. By sheer force, he worked his hand under the cup and grabbed her nipple, mashing at it and making her gasp.
Her breast tingled and heat waves radiated through her belly. She was hot for him. There was something about the way he played with her and the intercourse they engaged in that set her afire. More than when she was with Flip Weiss, and a hell of a lot more than when she was with Ken. Since the three couples had dared that first venture into mate swapping and group sex, she had liked Cliff Thomas best. His youth and vitality attracted her, turned her on. In a way he was a partial fulfillment of the fantasies she had about young men ... really young ... boys....
Cliff gulped the rest of his drink and set the glass aside. He used his free hand to work at the zipper at the back of her dress, pulling it down to release some of the pressure of the dress where his hand made it bulge tight. The silky green cloth spread and he pushed it aside impatiently.
"That's better. Where the hell is the goddamn hook?" He fumbled at the bra. "Why do they make these things so hard to work?" Then he had it, and her pale flesh spilled out of the prison of nylon.
Maggie couldn't focus her eyes anymore. The drink wavered in her hand as she tried to bring it to her lips. Some of the icy bourbon dribbled over the edge of the glass and onto her breast. She shuddered at the shock, or was it what Cliff was doing now? He had both hands at her tits, mauling and kneading, forcing the huge circles of roseate flesh to pop out their treasures. His breath was coming heavily now and he slid from the arm of the chair, almost falling on top of her as he laid in her lap like a baby and grabbed for a tit with his mouth.
She wondered if she ought to stop him, to make some semblance of protest at his brashness. At other parties, the move into sex had been done amid laughter and shouting, a group decision and with whole group participation. This was different. Cliff was making this a one-to-one affair, a direct attack. No, not attack; it was far too pleasant to label it that. She wanted to look around, see if the others were reacting, see if Ken was fuming, but couldn't. All she could do was stare at the dark curly head cradled against her breast. Just like a baby.
Cliff sucked the tit hard, drawing the whole coned tip into his mouth and gulping at it as if milk or nectar were flowing freely. She tasted like honey, all warm and sticky. He pressed his face into the deep cleft between the two melons of flesh, breathing in her perfume and exciting himself more. He ran his tongue in racing circles around the nipple he held, pulling and pushing at it and feeling the tiny hard ridges of its textured surface. She was a hell of a lot of woman, and he wanted her.
Maggie sighed and somehow got the glass to her mouth and finished the drink. She stretched her arm and let the glass slip from her grip, heard the soft thud as it hit the gold shag carpet. She wiggled her hips under Cliff's weight, trying to turn him so she could feel his pressure against her cunt. She was wet, sticky, hot and wet. The dribble had begun between her legs, cunt juice flowing as the man excited her and roused her heat. Remembering the last time they were together, she worked to unzip his slacks and get at the wondrous tool he kept hidden in there. The big wonderful cock, the cock that pleased her so damned much. He'd fucked her cunt until she'd been limp with pleasure, then he'd turned her and eaten her pussy while she sucked that huge tool and he shot another load of cum into her eager throat. Now she craved him, her mouth watered for the taste of that big cock.
"Hey! What the hell." Ken was standing before them, weaving slightly and glaring at his wife. The goddamn slut, she was jumping the gun, taking things into her own hands. And he was sure she was doing it because she was still mad about the fight they'd had.
Maggie looked up and giggled. She had Cliff's penis out now, and it was growing even as she held it. He'd been telling the truth about being horny. God, he was rock hard, bulging cockflesh out of her fist. Without even thinking about it, she began to pump at the luscious organ while she stared back at her husband.
"Screw you!" she said, then doubled over with a paroxysm of giggles. Her chin hit against the ramrod cock, and she giggled again. Then she opened her mouth and turned so she could shove the prick into her mouth and suck it. She was bent over like a pretzel, but she managed and the reward of the hot silky flesh on her tongue almost made her faint. She tasted the small drop of pre-seminal fluid, hot and salty, tangy and tempting. She moaned and began a hard fellatio on him.
Cliff felt her hot mouth on him and her eager pumping. He let go of her tit long enough to shout, "Let the party begin. Go to it, gang!"
Connie grabbed Ken's arm. "Come on, baby, we're wasting time!" She was pawing at his belt, trying to yank his pants down and get at her own fun. She was very drunk and had to hang onto him to keep from falling.
Ken felt his anger wane. What the hell difference did it make who started the sex games, as long as they all had fun? Cliff wasn't wasting any time there....
"Okay, doll, you asked for it. Let the party begin." Ken tore the zipper of her dress down and held the laughing Connie as she stepped out of it and kicked it aside. She was wearing transparent briefs that showed a nice dark triangle of pubic hair where her legs met. Her youthful, uptilted tits bulged under a couple of wisps of lace that barely covered them. Dark patches of aureoles peaked out at the inner edges and the hard nipples were clearly out-lined.
"Christ!" He swallowed hard and reached for her, dragging the bra straps from her shoulders and shoving the binding cloth out of his way as he took her hungrily. "C'mere...."
"Ken ... Yesss...." She was struggling to get the panties off before she straightened up. Her tits hung like twin pendulums, swaying as she stumbled and he grabbed her again. This time he had her shoulders and he forced her to her knees. "Take off my pants."
"Oh, god, yess...."
Her fingers raked at his crotch, finally getting his belt and zipper undone and forcing the slacks down his hips. He wore boxer shorts, and he heard the cloth rip as she found the fly and tore it apart. His cock, obedient and well-trained, barely flicked, that was the way he liked it.
"Suck it!"
She sucked, lifting the limp organ and putting it to her lips, kissing it and lapping her tongue over the hidden head and forcing her way into the drawstring of his foreskin. He steeled himself and fought back the rippling lust that began to stir. He wanted it to last as long as possible, so he could savor the hot buildup and not shoot his load right off. God, it was good, hot and good. He could feel the pressure building in his balls and spreading through his guts. His cock was hardening slowly, with Connie working at him like a wild woman. She loved the challenge of bringing him to erection; he'd found that out last time when he'd grabbed her first. She really enjoyed bringing up his head of steam, mainly because it excited her as much as it did him. She'd told him about Flip, how wild and hard he got so fast, how he usually cut foreplay to a minimum, at least the first time around, because he couldn't wait. And she was tired of that. She wanted a real man who could hold his heat and show her a good time her first time around, too.
Well, he was the man who could do it. "Suck it, baby, suck it," he whispered and grabbed her head and helped her work on him.
Connie gulped the juicy saliva she'd smeared his cock with. He was no longer limp but he had not yet filled her mouth either. He was coming up slowly and it was like watching the birth of a creation, her own creation. The sex organ stirred, began to fill with blood, began to pull against its own sheath, forcing the silky head to peek from the layers of skin. It touched her tongue and she licked it lovingly, then pushed it back into hiding. Her mouth pulled the foreskin over it, then pushed back and let it bulge forth again for an instant. Each stroke added to its urgency. He was pumping with her, his hips jerking back and forth and his hands pulling her face hard against his crotch. Her nostrils were filled with his hair and scent, her chin slapped against those miraculous lovely balls. Her hands came up to grasp them, fondle them, squeezing very gently and searching out the hard cores. Yes, he was getting primed. Her mouth was full of him now, the bulging cock filling every available millimeter of space, driving deep into her throat and gagging her when she forgot to time her breaths. She pressed her tits to his legs, hugging one arm around him and humping her body at him. Her cunt was wet, getting hotter by the second. She could feel the stickiness mat her cunt hair. Her pussy was crying for him, crying for love. She let go of his balls and grabbed one of his legs, forcing in between her own and then jerking her cunt to it. Her cunt juice slimed along his shin and he manipulated his weight so he could rub his hairy leg right into her twat. She moaned and sucked anew at the hard organ in her mouth.
On the opposite side of the room, Flip Weiss and Sylvia Thomas viewed the scene with increasing agitation. It had surprised both of them to see the party switch mood so suddenly. The two had actually been discussing politics when Ken shouted. Now, they sat mesmerized by the carnal scene before them. They had both participated in the free-for-all sex of the two earlier parties of the three couples, and not reluctantly. But they shared a reticence that the others lacked. Neither of them was really skilled at group antics, nor did they particularly enjoy an audience to their lovemaking. They'd found in each other a quiet attraction, a warmth and non-violence they enjoyed.
But they couldn't deny the stimulation watching now gave. When Flip turned to her, his eyes were bright. "I want you, Sylvia."
"Yes."
It was as simple as that. They undressed quickly by mutual consent and he took her in his arms. The kiss was long and deep and his prick grew hard during it. She pressed her crotch to him and rubbed gently. She pulled her lips away. "Take me, please."
"No play?"
She shook her head. "I want you before the others see us. I want to feel you and me...."
He eased her down to the couch and straddled her. She opened her legs and welcomed him to her body, raising her hips so he could aim his cock into the yawning darkness of her moist warm cunt. She was tight and nice, hot without overflowing, eager but not reckless. They shared a low level of passion until he had sunk his rod as deep as it would go into her body. Then he began to stroke inside her, and her reaction was swift and violet. She clamped her legs about him and rose to meet him, sucking him into her vagina and feeling his cock hit the end, sink into the pulpy wet wall.
"Oh yes, fuck me," she whispered.
He felt the hard pressure of his own need erupt with a violence that surprised him. Connie always wanted to fool around so long before letting him in her. The novelty of the woman giving as much as she was getting was foreign to him and exciting. He looked down at the short-cropped blonde hair that framed Sylvia's gamin face. Her gray eyes mirrored his lust and she was smiling. Her pert, small breasts were more lovely than anything he'd ever seen and the glowing hard nipples seemed to wink at him.
"I'm going to cum," she said. It was hardly more than a breath between them. "Cum with me, oh God, cummm with mmmeee!"
She clutched at him, hitting his ass with her naked heels and raking his back with her fingernails. He felt the hard surge of his juices, felt the hot rush of the woman's cumming, and he exploded. His ejaculation shot into her, flooding her and filling her, frothing to a lather as he balled her with all his might.
"Yeeesss-more-more-give me MORE!! I'mmm cuuummmiiinnnGGG!" She humped at him, pulling him and pushing him with her bursting energy of lust. Her face filmed lightly with sweat and her eyes rolled almost back into their sockets. She groaned again and thrashed with him, and his cum stuff bubbled and gurgled in the tight hole. Finally he lay atop her, panting and gulping air.
CHAPTER TWO
When Maggie woke in the morning, her head ached and her body felt bruised and battered. The party had lasted late, with the sex games continuing throughout. Her memory of it was only blurred, since she'd been drunk and hazy most of the time. She had the strange feeling that she had not enjoyed herself as much as she should have. A bitter aftertaste of disgust was still in her mouth. Yet she could not bring to memory any specific thing that happened to create it.
She rolled and looked across the space to Ken's twin bed. It was empty, unslept-in. Maggie frowned and tried to think back. What had happened? Where was he?
God, her head hurt. She closed her eyes and blanked her mind. It would come back if she didn't push it. She often had brief lapses of memory after these parties. She really shouldn't drink, she couldn't hold it.
The room was warm with sunlight. She'd forgotten to pull the drapes last night, or hadn't cared. Gradually she began to feel better as her head cleared, and the memory returned.
The fight. She and Ken had somehow begun bickering at each other. She couldn't dredge up the reason any longer except that it had something to do with sex. Had he wanted her to do something that she refused? It was no use, the reason was gone. Only the blurred recollection of the angry words they spat at each other remained, and they hadn't been alone, she was sure of that. Had all the others been there? No, only Connie Weiss.
Maggie opened her eyes and studied the pattern of the quilt on Ken's bed. He had gone off with Connie. Where? To the Weiss apartment? To a motel? God, how awful! The couples had been friends almost a year, all living in the same block. Good neighbors. If Ken and Connie had done something crazy, it would crack the foundation of trust the couples had. It might well be the end of everything.
Did she really care? The question startled her. She really enjoyed the sex games. She didn't want them to end. Sex was still an important part of Maggie's life, even though she would be forty next month. She married late and had Dave after two childless years of devoting herself to Ken. She didn't want to grow old, and sex activity was a good preventative. Yet she was honest enough to admit that there had been some dull moments lately. The multiple-partner merry-go-round was becoming as monotonous as the single sex with her husband had been before it.
She thought about Cliff Thomas. There were no dull moments with him. She sighed and rubbed her hands over her naked body, enjoying the tingling sensations it gave her. She was not old. She was in the prime of her life, and she wanted to live it fully. Ken and his games bored her. She wanted younger men, younger sex partners. Young ... Like Dave.
The guilty thought made her sit bolt upright in bed. Her own son?! What in the world was she thing? Yet she couldn't get the idea out her head. She struggled up, pushing her feet into pink slippers and grabbing up the pink sheer pegnoir at the foot of the bed, then deciding against it and walking naked to the bathroom. She turned on the shower and stood studying herself in the big mirror while the water warmed.
She cupped her hands under her breasts and lifted their weight. They didn't sag much. They were heavy, of course, and big. That alone made them pendulous, but the skin was still taut and the flesh firm. She took a deep breath and forced her tits to stand out. Yes, she still had a good bust.
She ran her hands down along her belly and to her waist. The ten pounds she'd gained over the fourteen years of marriage showed here in her hips. A small roll of fat circled her middle and padded the hipbones that once were prominent. It startled her to see how she'd let herself go. There was a time when she exercised at a club regularly and stayed at a steady weight. Maybe she should diet. She'd feel better-or would she?
She cupped her hands over her pubic mound and pressed at her hidden vagina. Would she feel better, or would the same dissatisfaction remain? Would the same longing for youthful manhood linger to haunt her?
She sighed and stepped into the shower, soaking her head and letting the tepid water cascade over her. She was confused and unsure of herself. She needed time to think.
She lathered her body several times, spending particular care at her genitals. Her cunt hair was matted and sticky with the cum of the men she'd played with last night. She could no longer separate the sessions of intercourse or determine who had laid her when. They'd all been good, and they'd all been somehow lacking. Cliff, the youngest, came the closest to her idea of perfection, but even he was not quite enough.
When she finally stepped out of the shower, she opened the bathroom door to let the collected moisture evaporate. She stood on the white furry bathmat and grabbed a small towel for her hair, rubbing it vigorously and fanning it about her head. She let the warm air from the bedroom cool her damp skin while she combed out the tangles in her coppery hair. Then she walked, still naked, back into the bedroom.
She didn't see him until she heard his startled exclamation.
"Oh, gosh, I'm sorry." Dave backed out the open door, his face flaming.
"Darling, it's all right. Don't go!" She ran to him and took his arm.
"I-I didn't know you were up."
She smiled as he looked away from her naked body and then stole a glance at it when he thought she wasn't looking. She put her arm around his shoulders and pulled him into the room, closing the door behind him. "Now, what was it you wanted?" she said.
"I-well, that is-" He was having a hard time keeping his gaze off her tits, which were almost in front of his face.
Maggie's heart pounded and her fear made a brackish taste in her mouth. "Come here, Dave." She led him toward the mirror over the vanity and turned him to face it. She stood beside him, unconsciously sucking in her tummy so it was flatter and her breasts firmer. "Look at me."
His eyes swept over her mirrored reflection, and his blush deepened. He dropped his gaze.
"No, I want you to look at me," she said. Her pulse raced and her knees felt weak. "There's nothing wrong with being interested in a woman's body," she said carefully. "You're growing up and soon girls will be important to you. I don't want you to face adolescence in ignorance."
He licked his lips nervously and nodded. "Yeah." It was barely a sound in the quiet room.
"You're not afraid of me, are you?"
"Gosh, no!" He seemed surprised at the idea.
She smiled. "Good. I don't ever want you to be afraid of me, because I love you very much. Now I want you to undress."
The frightened surprise was back in his eyes, and for a moment he didn't move.
She repeated her request. "Take your clothes off."
He moved like a sleep walker, slowly and almost mechanically. He skimmed his tee shirt over his head and tossed it to a chair. Maggie forced her breathing to stay calm as she saw his smooth, thin chest, unblemished by hair. The two small circles of dark-skinned nipples were incredibly beautiful.
Dave unfastened his jeans and pulled the zipper down. The blue jeans dropped over his slim hips and fell about his ankles. He managed to kick them off and pull off his tennis shoes at the same time. Then he straightened, not sure if she intended for him to strip off the jockey shorts as well.
Maggie's breath was a tightly coiled hot spring in her chest. His flat belly, the incredibly narrow hips, and his pelvic region covered only by a layer of knit cotton overwhelmed her. She could see the bulge under the shorts, and she knew she could not stop in her pursuit now. She had to see him, touch him.
When he stared at her, she nodded, not trusting herself to speak. Slowly he pulled the shorts down and climbed out of them. She straightened shyly.
For a moment, Maggie was dizzy with heady ecstasy. His cock hung like a large finger over the loose sac of his scrotum. The bag looked rounded enough to contain the treasures of his manhood. Was he indeed an adult, in some ways at least? She felt weak at the thought.
He was staring at her, but some of the uneasy wonder had vanished. He was curious, frankly curious and wanting to investigate. She knew enough about little boys to know that such curiosity was healthy.
"You have a lovely body," she said honestly and almost shyly.
He looked pleased, and his eyes found hers in the mirror. So far he had not looked at her directly, only in the glass, as if that somehow made it different and easier. She reached out to touch him and turn him toward her.
He was a big boy for his age, and he was only a few inches shorter than she. She found herself looking into his gray-green eyes with something akin to passion. "Dave?"
"Yeah, mom?"
"Touch me."
He looked puzzled, then put his hand to her arm.
She laughed. "Not there, here." She lifted his hand and moved it to her breast. Was it her imagination or was he shaking? She kept her hand over his and cupped it and began to rub herself with him. Another blush suffused his face but he didn't pull away. After a few minutes, his hand was moving of its own volition and he was enjoying the contact. She felt his tension ease, and she closed her eyes for a few seconds to enjoy herself fully.
Without opening them, she pulled Dave toward her, hugging him close to her nude torso and pressing his smooth body to her throbbing breasts. Her hands roamed over his back, downward, to his boy ass. For a moment she thought she would faint with excitement. Her hands followed the curve of his tender young ass, pulling him even closer to her and forcing his genitals against hers. She could feel the soft penis, incredibly warm and inviting, at her pubic hair.
She heard the sounds without realizing she was moaning. Dave looked up. "Are you all right, mom?"
She opened her eyes. "What? Oh, yes...." Then she was pulling him toward the bed, all reason gone. She knew only that she had to have him. He was no longer Dave, her son; he was youth and pleasure and need.
She fell to the bed with him, tumbling sideways and trying to hold him against her. It was impossible, and he flopped back but kept his contact with her tit.
"Dave, Dave!" She ran a pink tongue over her dry lips. "Dave!"
"Yeah!" His voice sounded strangled and hoarse.
Maggie stroked his body, flattening her palm against his belly and letting her fingers creep downward. The pubic mound seemed warmed than his cool flesh, and she thought she detected a heartbeat under her fingers. Or was it her own pulse pounding through her? Her fingertips encountered the base of his cockshaft. Soft. Promising.
She whimpered and touched his flaccid prick, petting it as she would a kitten. A lovely, soft, silky kitten. She dared not look at him and concentrated her attention on the newfound wonder of his sex organs.
She lifted the soft penis and laid it in her hand. She continued to stroke it, with her closed fist now, letting it peek in and out of her own fingers. The winking head tried to slide out of the puckered foreskin, but the shaft was too soft to make it. Maggie raised her hand and examined the sac beneath it. They were deep pink and ridged from a central line. Funny, she had never noticed the beauty of male parts before, the intricate structure and delicacy of pattern. She touched a fingertip to one of the balls, probing gently to determine what lay inside. She felt the hard knot of a testicle and smiled.
Dave made a small sound that was half joy and half agony. She worked the tiny ball between her fingers and felt an instant reaction in the cock in her other hand. He was getting excited! How young could boys get sexually excited? She recalled when Dave was a baby that his tiny penis often erected by itself while she diapered him or later when she bathed him or dressed him. That was not the same as sexual excitement! What her young son was feeling now was sexual excitement!
And what she was feeling went way beyond that. Her flesh tingled with need, her mouth salivated. She bent to him and kissed the tip of the limp cock.
The foreskin was puckered over the head, hiding it but forming a soft cushion for her eager lips. She pressed to the tip, nuzzling her mouth to him and then flicking her tongue at the cock head.
Dave groaned again, and the prick began to throb in Maggie's hand. She pumped it gently, encouraging it to fill and swell. She had never felt so thrilled in her life as she was now at the boycock rising to her touch. She opened her lips and took it between them.
"Aaawww!" Dave squirmed and beat the covers with his palms. His body tensed and arched, sending his penis up into his mother's mouth. Maggie's lips forced back the loose foreskin and exposed the silky dry head. It burned her tongue and she licked at it like she would an ice cream cone, lavishing love and desire on it.
"Uuummm...." Dave was twisting in delightful agony now, and she knew he was no longer concerned about the relationship of child-mother. He was no longer worried about what they were doing. He wanted it as much as she did.
She began a practiced fellatio on him, coaxing him to a steady build-up of passion. She had to press her legs tight together to still the flaming desire that raged between them. She dared not stop her mouth action in order to tell him to touch her again, where she wanted to be touched. Later ... Later....
Dave stared at the ceiling and watched the sunlight dance shadows when the curtains fluttered in the breeze from the open window. He still couldn't believe it. She was sucking him. His own mother was going down on him like he was a man! Ohhh, lord, it felt so good! It was a far cry from masturbating alone in his room when he woke up with tortured dreams at night. And it was a lot better than getting hard when he read the books some of the guys at school filched from their father's drawers and passed around to all the kids.
This was the real thing.
He could feel his guts rolling and tightening as she worked at his cock. He was getting hard. He could feel the pull of muscles and the stretching skin. Wow! It was something! Would she jack him off! A couple of times he'd played long enough with his prick to force a spattering ejaculation. It wasn't much, but it felt so wild and crazy it had left him limp for hours afterward, and the temptation to try it often was strong. Now that he had a woman doing it for him, he wondered if he'd ever be able to satisfy himself alone.
Christ, she was really sucking him off!
Maggie was wild, unable to control her heated body any longer. She twisted around on the bed so her hips were close to Dave's shoulders. She groped blindly for his hand and pressed it between her legs, forcing his fingers into the deep chasm of her cunt. His fingers felt cool on her burning flesh.
He let her move him, felt the furry tangled mass of her cunt hair, then the wet, greasy-feeling inner layers of her flesh. She dug his fingers into her so there was no mistaking her meaning. She wanted him to play in her cunt.
The boy's heart pounded so loud the sound filled his head. One of the books he'd read had described finger fucking in detail, and it had made him sexy just reading about it. Now he was doing it to her. Suddenly he was overwhelmed with the need to see her, to look at the wonderful, wet opening that was swallowing up his fingers. He shifted and turned his body, rolling without forcing her to let go. She seemed to move by instinct, opening her legs wider for him.
Then he was looking at it. Pussy, that's what one of the books called it. Pussy. Soft and warm, but beautifully red and wet. He spread the thick matted hair that still smelled of soap and perfume. How'd she get so wet? Stuff was oozing out of her all over his fingers. He pulled his hand out and licked at the wetness. It was warm and slightly salty, and not at all unpleasant. Grinning, he ducked his head for a closer look.
Maggie felt what he was doing and she loved it. She raised his hips to encourge him, and suddenly she was aware that he was tipping his tongue to her, lapping up her cunt juice. My god! It was better than anything she'd ever had or dreamed of! His tiny tongue speared at her flaming flesh, catching every drop of her moisture he could find, then setting off a new flood of secretions before it retreated. Her hips began to bounce in fucking motions. She wanted him. She wanted him. She wanted him to make her cum.
She sent him the message with her whole body and especially with her mouth on his hard cock. He was hard all the way now, and the size of his tool surprised her. It had grown to full swell, and it was every bit as big as a man's! As big as his father's! Where had he learned the things she thought him ignorant of? She still pictured him as a baby, her baby, but he was proving himself more than that now.
He made a strangled sound at her cunt and his fingers gripped her fleshy thigh almost painfully. She cupped his balls in her palm, massaged them gently. Her head bobbed and dipped at the full tool in her mouth, sucking and trying to draw the power from it. She felt the swollen head brush against her teeth and lips, felt the throbbing pulse race along the surface veins of the distended organ. Then she felt the tiny warning that told her he was going to cum.
The explosion rocked her, jolting her senses beyond belief. His body arched, shoving the cock its full length in her mouth and forcing his head and tongue hard against her wide-open vagina. The tongue jerked inside her, catapulting her into orgasm that took her by surprise and swept through her like a raging fire. The Shockwaves rippled and flowed, meeting the joy of the hot load he poured into her open mouth. She was filled with him, overflowing, sated.
She didn't realize she was still coming down hard on his cock until it began to go limp on her tongue. She'd been so caught in the glory of the orgasm that she lost track of time and place. She slowed now, and held him close, licking gently to let him down slowly so his rush of ecstasy would not vanish too quickly. He had cum! He had cum in her mouth!
Dave flopped back and gasped for air. His whole body was drained. The ejaculation had come from the tips of his toes, from the top of his head, from the depths of his belly. There was nothing left but the wonder of it all. He gasped and closed his eyes. He had cum! He had cum in her mouth!
CHAPTER THREE
She was aware of Dave moving, climbing from the bed, and Maggie opened her eyes dreamily. Dave's back was to her as he picked up his clothes where he'd tossed them near the mirror. She smiled at the curve of his boyish ass as he bent to start dressing.
"Dave?"
"Huh?" He didn't turn.
She sat up. "Don't be ashamed-of what happened, I mean."
"Mmm."
She couldn't tell from the monosyllable what he was thinking. She pushed herself off the bed and went to him, slipping her arm about his thin shoulders. "Dave, look at me."
When he turned, his cheeks were flushed and his lips pale. "It's alright," she said. "I-I enjoyed it, and so did you. That's what counts."
He nodded but looked away. He was ashamed. Suddenly, Maggie was, too. She had given in to her fantasies, given in to a dream and made it real. Suppose Dave told his father? Or suppose his father had walked in while-God!
She moved away from him and picked up her robe, slipping her arms into it and pulling it closed over her lush, ripe figure. Dave was still avoiding her eyes and she was at a loss for words. He had his jeans on now and his shirt, and he attempted a brief smile as he picked up his tennis shoes and walked from the room. She stood staring at the door for a long time, then turned and began selecting her own clothes from the closet and dresser. Ten minutes later, she was in the kitchen plugging in the coffee pot.
"Dave?" She called him when he hadn't put in an appearance by the time she finished her second cup of coffee. Sunday, he was usually about the house somewhere, or he let her know where he was going. This time there was no answer, and she walked down the hall to his room.
It was empty. She stood with her hand on the doorknob staring at his things. A baseball glove lay on the chair near the bed, his collection of monster models cluttered the desktop and shelf, the newest addition still in partial form on the work table. There was nothing to indicate where he'd gone-it could be any of a dozen places. She sighed and returned to the kitchen.
Her thoughts went back to the party last night. She still couldn't bring to mind the cause of the fight she and Ken had had. Was he with Connie Weiss now? Had they left together? If so, what about Flip?
The phone rang and she jumped. Her nerves were taut and she hadn't had enough sleep to erase the deep tension in her. She lifted the phone.
"Yes?"
"Maggie? This is Flip. Is Connie there?"
"No. I thought-"
"Shit!" He swore softly but with venom. "Flip, I'm sorry-"
"Not your fault, baby. That fucking wife of mine was too drunk to make sense last night." He paused as though considering his next words. "Can I talk to Ken?"
"He's not here, either." She let it hang heavily in the silence that followed.
Flip sighed. "Shit!" he said again.
"I-I don't remember too well myself, Flip. What happened?"
He paused. "Friends shouldn't take sides when couples fight," he said. "Try telling that to Connie when she's plastered. I apologize for her, Maggie. When she comes to her senses, she'll do it for herself, I imagine."
"Flip, please, tell me what happened. Where are they?"
"Who knows? In some motel, probably, still sleeping it off."
"What was the fight about? Mine and Ken's I mean?"
"Money and sex, what else?"
"How in the world did it happen?"
He laughed. "You really were out of it, huh? It started with Ken bragging he could cum more times than anyone in the room. You told him to put his money where his mouth was, and before long everyone was in the act. It started as a game but somehow the whole deal about the money got serious. You and Ken were fighting for real about the money you thought you had in the bank."
Maggie's stomach lurched. "My inheritance...?"
"Yeah, that's what you called it. Only he pointed out that it wasn't there anymore, and you kept insisting it was. It was your mad money, you said."
Bits and pieces of the fight oozed through the fog of Maggie's mind. Ken had laughed at her, told her he'd put the money into investments, expanded his business interests. Her money. She had screamed, called him a liar and struck out at him, with the others trying to pull them apart. Maggie remembered trying to kick Ken in the balls, wanting to hurt him-badly.
Along the way somewhere, he'd raced from the room and come back with the bank book and thrown it at her face. "Here, see for yourself, you fucking old hag bitch!"
Then the rest was a blur. There'd been a lot of screaming and the party had broken up quickly. Flip and Cliff had carted Maggie off to bed and she fallen into a heavy drunken sleep almost instantly.
"Ken was pretty badly scratched up, the way you clawed him," Flip said almost apologetically. He sighed again. "Connie had to play Florence Nightingale. I thought she'd wander home eventually, but she hasn't shown up yet." He paused, but Maggie was in a state of shock. "Maggie-you okay?"
"Uhh, sure, fine...."
"Look, if they show up there, give me a call, huh?"
"Sure, Flip." She was numb all over.
"And Maggie?"
"Yes?"
"If you get lonesome or feel the need of cheering up, give me a call. I've recuperated from the orgy last night and I'm raring to go anytime." He laughed carelessly.
Maggie murmured something and hung up the phone. In a daze, she walked into the living room and stared at the mess which still littered the tables and floor. Dirty glasses, half-finished drinks. melted ice cubes....
She poked through some wadded paper napkins on the bar, then turned to study the chairs and sofa. Where had she been when Ken threw the bank book at her?
She finally found it half way behind a cushion on the couch. Her hands were shaking badly as she opened it to the final page of transactions.
"No, oh God, no...." She stared at the final entry. Ken had taken the twenty thousand!
She sank onto the couch and let the horror of it sink in. He had taken her money without asking her, without telling her! An investment, Flip had said.
Thief. The word leaped unbidden to her mind, and she could dismiss it. Her husband was a thief. He'd stolen the money from her.
Slow anger began to build inside Maggie. No wonder Ken had taken off somewhere. She might have killed him if he'd stayed around! Drunk as she was she must have been in a cold fury at him. Still she'd managed to scratch him up, that was something. She hoped he had wounds to nurse for a hell of a long time, and she hoped Conie Weiss was having a hell of a good time helping him. Connie could have him, for all Maggie cared!
She got up and strode to the bedroom. She'd show him. She'd fix him-she didn't know how but she'd find a way! Right now she had to get away and nurse her own wounds, soothe her ruffled nerves and spirit.
Where? With the money gone, she couldn't just take off and travel. She couldn't even take any extended trip. She dug in her desk for the checkbook. It showed a balance of six hundred dollars. How far would she get on that?
San Francisco. She had friends there. She could visit and live cheaply, make the six hundred last. She lifted a suitcase down from the shelf and began to pack.
She was almost finished when she thought of Dave. God, she couldn't leave him! Poor baby; none of this was his fault. Yet she couldn't take him, either. He'd miss school, his friends. It wouldn't be fair.
She thought about the interlude in her bedroom this morning. If she ran out on Dave now, he'd think it was because of that. She couldn't do that to him. She'd have to explain; she'd have to stay until he came home and have a talk with him, tell him why she was going away for a little while.
Tell him that his father was a thief?
No, she couldn't do that. She grabbed a pen and paper from the writing desk and scribbled a quick note:
Dave, darling!
Have to be gone a few days. Be good, dad will fix your meals. Do your homework and behave. See you soon.
Love, Mom
She read it over, was unhappy with it, but let it be. There was really nothing else she could do or say, not now. She carried the note to his room and laid it on his bed.
She called a cab and went to the airport. A commuter flight was leaving in half an hour, and she was able to get a ticket on it. She was still numb with the shock of learning what her husband had done to her, his treachery and deceit. No wonder Ken had badgered her so about money, picked at her about her spending so freely. He knew there was none left in the joint account!
An attendant called the flight and she followed the crowd aboard, not caring where she sat or with whom. She slid into the first empty seat she came to and stared out the window.
The plane rumbled and was airborne, and hostesses began moving down the aisle with coffee and rolls. When Maggie turned to answer the stewardess's question, Maggie noticed her seatmate for the first time. She hadn't even been aware that she wasn't alone.
The child was golden-headed, with startling dark eyes that seemed to look right through Maggie when she smiled. The boy's thin face was solemn and somehow hard, despite his tender years. He was about eight, perhaps slightly older. When he finally returned her smile half-heartedly, she saw the gap of missing teeth. She remembered when Dave had been in that phase.
"Hi. You traveling alone?" she said.
He nodded, his eyes still solemn. He seemed disinclined to confide in her, and for a few seconds there was a strained silence. The stewardess passed hot coffee to Maggie and orange juice to the boy. She followed them with warm sweet rolls on paper napkins, then moved down the aisle.
The boy began to eat hungrily.
"Do you live in San Francisco?" Maggie said.
Another nod as he wiped a crumb from his chin and scooped it into his mouth with a practiced finger. Maggie realized her heart was beating fast.
"What's your name?" she said.
"Vince." He took another bite of roll. "What's yours?" The words were muffled through the mouthful of food.
"Maggie."
He nodded as-though they'd been introduced formally, then resumed his attack on the sweet roll. He had already demolished one and began on the other. Maggie watched until he finished it, then passed hers to him. He looked as if he was going to protest, then changed his mind and took them.
"Thanks." He polished off his orange juice in a quick gulp.
She sipped at her coffee and tried to keep some semblance of dialogue going between them. "I have a boy a little older than you and he's never taken an airplane trip alone. Were you in Los Angeles long?"
He shook his head and chewed methodically for several seconds before answering. "A week. I was visiting my grandmother. My mom had to stay because gramma was sick but I decided to go home. Nuthin' to do there."
Maggie took another sip of coffee. "What about school?"
He made a face. "I hate school. My mom got some work for me to do while we were gone but I didn't do it. I got plenty of time though." He grinned suddenly, and his face changed-lighting up with a warmth that had been hidden until now. Maggie's heart skipped a beat and then raced foolishly. "I was supposed to be gone two weeks, so I'm not going back right away. They won't know the difference."
Maggie tried to look shocked. "Won't your father make you go?"
Vince laughed. "Naw, he's hardly ever home. Besides, maybe I won't even go home right away."
She looked at him in genuine surprise. "But-"
He looked away, as though suddenly realizing he'd given away a secret to an adult, and that was a dangerous thing to do in his child world.
Maggie took the iniative. "Isn't he meeting you at the airport?"
He hesitated, then shook his head. "He's working."
"But he knows you're coming home...."
He shrugged. "I don't think ma called him. Costs too much. We wouldn't have been able to make the trip if Granny hadn't bought the tickets. Pop'll know I'm home when he sees me."
Maggie turned her warm face to the window and stared out. Thoughts were already crowding her mind, thoughts of the boy who was alone, not being met.
Stop it, Maggie Shepard! she warned herself.
She turned back to him. "Well, I'm not going to let you fend for yourself when we get to the airport. I'll get a cab and take you home."
"You don't have to do that. I can take the bus. I know my way."
"I know you do, but I want to make sure you get home all right. A boy your age shouldn't be wandering around the city alone."
He looked upset, and Maggie realized she was threatening him. She quickly added, "Besides, the truant officer might see you!" She smiled and winked.
He seemed unsure for a moment, then smiled. "Yeah, okay."
Maggie sat back relieved. She really thought it was terrible to put a young child so much on his own. Didn't his mother care about his safety? All sorts of things might happen to him. Why, the hooky alone would get him in trouble. His parents should know better.
She studied her reflection in the glass and saw the bright spots of color in her cheeks. She was concerned about the child's safety-that's all. There were no other thoughts in her mind. A quick stab of pain in her loins almost doubled her forward. She refused to acknowledge it; she refused to let the thought that she wanted the boy sexually to surface. It was ridiculous. She was not a child molester. She was a decent upstanding woman who was interested in seeing that no harm came to a young boy. Nothing more. Nothing!
Her troubled eyes stared back at her from the glass.
She realized the boy had said something and she turned back to him.
"You going to visit someone?" he asked again.
"In a way. I know a lot of people in San Francisco, but mostly I need a little vacation. I want to wander around and see the sights, do things...."
"I could show you."
"I don't understand-"
"Like a guide, you know. I know the city good. Lived there all my life."
She hid her smile. "That would be very nice. Yes, I'd like that. I'd have to pay you, of course. Like a guide."
He said nothing to that, and she knew he'd been hoping for that answer.
"You're sure your father won't be worried?"
"Naw. He doesn't get home until nine anyhow. He runs a street car, I can't call him at work."
"All right, then it's settled. You're my guide for the day."
He put his hand out solemnly and they shook. His flesh was warm and dry. Maggie felt almost feverish.
CHAPTER FOUR
During the cab ride from the airport downtown, Maggie tried to convince herself it was the child she was concerned about. She had no sexual interest in him, he was merely a lonely kid who needed someone to watch over him. Just as she was a lonely, hurt woman who needed comfort....
The cab dropped them at the Sir William Hotel on Powell Street and in a matter of minutes, a bellman was showing them to a room on the tenth floor. The boy stared around him in wonder, obviously enjoying the plush surroundings and making it obvious that this was a way of life he had little contact with. Maggie had to smile at the way he walked about the large room, touching the elegant furniture and fixtures, staring at the multiple reflections of his surprised face in the series of mirrors on the walls and doors in the bathroom. Maggie wanted to hug him, hold him, delight in him, but she forced herself to not touch him. She wasn't sure she could stop herself at simple contact.
A part of her mind was troubled. What was this sudden preoccupation she had with boys? Was there something wrong with her? She'd never concerned herself with perverted sex before, and wasn't this a form of such aberration? She pushed the thought from her mind.
She changed the light traveling suit for a pantsuit and low shoes, dressing in the bedroom while the boy stared out the window and sneaked peeks at her from time to time. That made her smile, and she wasn't sure why. Less than a half hour later, they were downstairs again.
"Let's take the cable car," he said.
She nodded and stood with him in the street while a car clattered up the hill. It was crowded, but Vince was undaunted.
"Come on, we can get on!" He swung himself to the edge of the platform and held out his hand to her while he gripped the railing with the other. Laughing, she leaped up and pressed into the crowd already occupying the step. Vince grinned and hugged her waist to keep from falling off. A wave of delight filled Maggie as his small warm head nuzzled her waist. The crowd was so firmly packed, that she imagined she could feel every outline of the boy's body against hers. She lost all fear of the precarious cable car and let herself concentrate on his nearness. She was sorry when people began to jump off and give them more room. A few blocks later, Vince tugged at her slacks.
"Chinatown," he said, and before the car rolled to a stop, he leaped off. She hastened to follow him. Then, still laughing, they began to walk down the hill.
The day went quickly so that Maggie barely realized the time passing. They explored the crowded streets of Chinatown, and Vince took her to places she'd never dreamed existed. A small museum tucked away on a side street, shops where proprietors didn't speak English and seemed to understand Vince's requests when pointed and gestured and obtained sweet pastries and candy that Maggie had never seen before, shops with tourist souvenirs and some authentic Oriental objects that Maggie found herself buying because the boy liked them....
Late in the afternoon, they were once again on the cable car, almost deserted now, riding out to Fisherman's Wharf. The boy had lost his reticence and jabbered away about streets they passed and the wonders that lay down them. He did know the city, and now that they were friends, he was relaxed and easy to talk to. He told her about his family, a single brother slightly older and his parents, and his friends and playmates. He was a happy, normal nine year old, except for some underlying current of loneliness she could not quite define. He said little about his home, and she suspected that the family was not too well off and lived in less than luxury.
They spent the rest of the afternoon exploring the Wharf and Ghiardelli Square and some of the other shops that had been developed to attract people. Near dusk, they ate in a plush restaurant a couple of blocks off the Wnarf, where once again Vince seemed very impressed with his dim surroundings.
When she admitted she was tired, he said maybe he'd better take her home. That made her smile, and she didn't object when he insisted again on the cable car rather than a more convenient cab. They boarded one at the turn-around and were lucky enough to get a seat for the long ride back downtown. He seemed not to question going back to the hotel with her. It was only a little past six; she'd get a cab and take him home before his father arrived at nine.
In the hotel room, he flopped on one of the twin beds and spread-eagled in exhaustion. "That was fun," he said.
Smiling, she nodded and took a robe from the closet and told him she was going to take a shower. In the confines of the room, some of the easy camaraderie vanished, and Maggie was ill-at-ease-more with herself than with the boy.
She closed the bathroom door carefully and turned on the shower taps, undressing slowly as the water steamed the room. She covered her hair with one of the plastic caps the hotel provided and stepped under the spray.
The warm water soothed her tired muscles and her disturbed thoughts. Once she imagined she heard the bathroom door open, but by the time she peeked out from behind the shower curtain, there was nothing to see. Finally, when she stripped off the cap and stepped out of the shower, she felt better. She lifted a towel from the rack and patted herself slowly. The room was steamy and hot, and the glass of the mirrors was covered with moisture, obscuring her image. She used a corner of the towel to rub a spot clear and peer at her flushed face. Her eyes were bright and she felt excitement building in her. No longer could she banish thoughts of the young boy's body from her mind. The memory of the half hour she'd spent with Dave this morning was too strong, too compelling.
She dried herself and combed her hair, then slipped on her robe and open the door. Vince was sitting on the bed, his face relaxed as he watched a cartoon show on the television he'd turned on. She felt a momentary catch as she glimpsed the intensity in his expression. He didn't hear her approach. When she sat beside him, he flicked a glance in her direction, then returned his attention to the raucous set.
"They're funny," he said, pointing to the cartoon characters flitting back and forth on the screen.
She could smell the warmth of his skin mingling with her own. She longed to touch his golden head, stroke his hair. He was an incredibly beautiful child-much too beautiful to be ignored by a family that seemed to care nothing about him. What kind of mother would let her child travel alone and not be met?
What kind of a mother would fuck her own son?
She forcibly erased the thought that moved in her brain. She had not fucked him. She had not.
She reached out and laid her hand on Vince's crossed leg. He was sitting Indian style, his socked feet tucked under him as he hunched forward. Maggie's hand petted the taut denim on his leg. Her breath was heavy and sounded loud in her own ears, but the boy seemed not to notice. His eyes were glued to the television program.
She moved her hand, sliding it up his leg so that her fingers brushed the small mound of his crotch gently. He still didn't pull away, and Maggie's own brazenness intoxicated her. The delightful little promise of cock tempted her again, and this time she made the contact longer, actually petting the soft bulge with deliberate strokes. Vince shot her a quick glance but did not try to escape. When he turned back to the set, Maggie resumed the petting.
His cock was trapped under the tight cloth of his thin jeans, a tempting undercover bulge that seared her hand even without contact with the flesh itself. Her pulse raced wildly, and her mouth was dry. Would he let her touch him? The thought made her head reel. Her skin was moist and she seemed engulfed in a sudden wave of steam that arose from her own body. She used her free hand to loosen the robe so she would not faint. The blue nylon fell open and her heavy breasts were exposed at the slash. The boy turned almost carelessly and looked at them, his expression unaltered except for a glimmer of excitement in his eyes. She sat very still until he brought his gaze up to hers.
"You've got big ones," he said.
That startled her, and he must have seen it on her face. He shrugged. "My ma's got little ones, leastwise that's what she says."
Maggie found her voice. "You've seen your mother's breasts?"
He half-smiled. "Sure. She walks around naked a lot. My pa, too."
That had never occurred to Maggie, yet she realized that many people enjoyed nudity. The venture into group sex had been Maggies's first adventure in sexual openness. Up until then, sex had always been something that demanded the privacy of the bedroom, the sanctity of marriage. She had thought herself very daring and liberated to go along with the grouping sessions. Maybe she was something of a prud?
She smiled at Vince. "Do you like big ones?" The words sounded strange coming from her lips.
He shrugged, then grinned. "Sure." He looked up at her. "You're pretty, and nice, too."
"You think so?"
He nodded solemnly. "I had fun today." Her heart caught in her throat. "Would you like to have some more?"
"What do you mean?"
She felt as though the smile were frozen on her face. "Just relaxing...."
"Here?"
"Yes, with me. You said your father wouldn't be home until nine o'clock. I'll be sure you get home by then."
He seemed to study her face a few moments, then said, "Sure." He glanced at her breasts again and at the darker-shadowed portion of her body that was still concealed by the folds of the robe. Then very sure of himself, he tugged one side of open to expose her thigs and crotch. He stared at the golden triangle of burnished hair at the juncture of her thighs, then raised his glance to meet her eyes. Then, almost carelessly, he looked back at the televison set.
Had she imagined it? He was saying yes, even helping her! She couldn't believe it! Yet he was so unconcerned about the whole thing, as if she were not asking for anything unusual.
She moved her hand at his crotch again and managed to find the snap that fastened his jeans. She worked it free, then fumbled for the metal clasp of his zipper and got it down. He looked at her from time to time but he did not offer to help, It was as though he knew she was enjoying the struggle. When she had the pants unzipped, he moved his legs out in front of him. She coaxed him to lie back, and he did so without taking his eyes from the program. The only effort he put forth was to lift his hips when she pulled his jeans down and off.
Maggie was trembling so she could hardly accomplish the task. His legs were pale, without suntan, and the white flesh paralyzed her for seconds. When she touched it, it was warm and made her shiver. He was wearing white jockey shorts, tight across his buttocks and crotch, probably a size too small. The bulge of his hidden cock looked very tiny. She reached for the elastic and gently pulled the shorts down over his slim hips. He lay very still, his eyes still on the television set. Maggie was almost insane with excitement. His genitals came into view, a soft tiny penis limp over empty scrotal sacs. She couldn't breathe and she stared, unable to reach for him for several endless moments. Then somehow she got the shorts off his legs and touched his feet. Her hands began to crawl up his flesh, smoothing and stroking. So smooth, so warm and wonderful. She made small circles with her palms, teasing the firmness, half-waiting for some reaction from him. There was none. His face was impassive, his expression unchanged.
She was at his thigh, and her heart was like a drum beat in her body. The blood pounded in her ears, and her mouth began to water as she let her mind dwell on the taste of his young flesh.
She lifted the cock. It was scarcely bigger than her thumb and it seemed ten degrees warmer than his other flesh. Or was it her? The heat of her shower had vanished but a new heat of lust had taken its place. Her whole body was burning with need and desire. She could feel the stinging but pleasant warm moistness between her legs as her vagina began to lubricate and ready itself for the treat that was coming.
The little cock flopped in her hand as she tried to pump it. Smiling, she leaned to him and kissed it. She'd forgotten to take off his shirt, but she didn't want to stop now to do it. Later....
Her kisses on his prick turned more violent, and now she was licking the puckered tip of his penis and trying to force her tongue into the tiny opening. She pulled her hand back, forcing the loose layer of foreskin to stretch and open, and revealing the smooth, delicately pink head of his cock. It was so beautiful and exciting, it took Maggie's breath away. She pressed her lips to it, then her tongue. She moaned as waves of fire swept through her, balling in her midsection and kindling many new fires. She opened her mouth and let the little tool slide in lovingly. It was pure heaven, warm and wonderful, tasty and tempting. The boy-prick was still soft, but somehow that seemed to make it all the more exciting. She would rouse it, bring it to life.
She began to move up and down on it, performing a gentle but practiced fellatio on him until she was rewarded with a faint stirring of the genital muscles. She laid one palm flat on his young belly and began to rub, increasing pressure and waking up his hidden passions deep inside. The circling hand stayed close to his pubic mound while her mouth worked at the small flagpole of his manhood. It was not quite stiff but there was a tenseness of promise in it.
Maggie's mouth had never tasted such sweetness. His loving dick was more delicious than she had imagined. No semen would spurt from it but that seemed unimportant now. The pure joy of his young flesh was more than enough. She would get him hard, she knew it. And when she did....
Her mind could not focus on any plans. She was filled with the pure joy of having him, having his naked flesh to touch and taste. She stroked his thighs and found the loose empty sac under his penis. It was hot to her touch, and she massaged them gently. Somehow the emptiness of them excited her as much as the rock hardness of any man's did.
The little cock was definitely hardening now. The flesh had taken on new firmness, and each time Maggie came down on it, she felt the tiny head bulge against her tongue. She increased her tempo on it, forcing a passion into her actions and demanding a return from him. It worked, and the cock spurted suddenly, swelling as though it had gotten the idea of what was expected of it. He was hard, beautifully hard. The baby prick had grown to half again its size, a delightful finger of love tickling her tongue. She moaned softly and gobbled at him hungrily.
The boy was no longer watching the television program. He was staring at the woman's head bobbing up and down on his dingus. She was really going at him and it felt good. He guessed he'd known all along, right from their first talking on the plane, that she wanted to get in his pants. It didn't bother him; matter-of-fact he kind of liked the idea. He'd had a few tastes of excitement, but he'd never had enough to satisfy him in any way. His mother laughed at him when she saw his hard cock. She was the one who'd first touched him, but it had been only to marvel at how he was growing and to tell him he'd be quite a man someday. He remembered how nice it had felt to have her grab his thing and hold it even for that brief second. All warm and loving. He hadn't wanted her to let go when she did, and he didn't know how to tell her how much he liked it. She'd been naked, just out of bed and heading for the bathroom where he'd just finished a bath. He'd seen her nude body all his life, but now all of a sudden it excited him in some strange way he couldn't understand except to know it had something to do with her touching his cock that way.
Now this woman he'd met on the plane and spent the day with was doing a lot more than just touching him. She was deliberately exciting him, and he liked it. He liked it very much.
He could see her mouth puckering around his tool; he could see flecks of spit at the corner of her mouth and along his cock when she pulled up for a second. His cock was so big it surprised him, and he could feel it throbbing and growing each time she moved down on him. Something rumbled deep in his belly and he chewed at his lip. He wanted to touch her-like he'd wanted to touch his mother that day.
Maggie sighed and raised her head to look at him. She smiled. "Take off you shirt, Vince."
He sat up to do her bidding, and Maggie stood for a moment and dropped the robe from her shoulders. His eyes followed her, lingering on her naked torso as it came into view. He stared at the big tits, then let his glance move to the delicate tracery of hair between her legs. He didn't realize he licked his lips until she laughed and climbed onto the bed beside him.
"I'd like it if you touched me," she said; her voice was hoarse and whispery.
He put a hand to the big melon of her tit. She made a funny whimpering noise and closed her eyes partway.
"Yesss, I like that," she said. She moved her hand between them and grabbed his cock again and began to pump at it slowly. He rubbed her tit, then took the tip of it in his fingers. He poked at the soft, bumpy dark flesh and was surprised to feel the nipple pop against his hand. It was almost as hard as his cock! He rolled it between his fingers and Maggie moaned with pleasure. She put her other hand over his hip and to his ass, cupping one of the spheres and hugging him closer. Then she stroked his ass, finding the crevice between his buttocks and probing in it with her finger. Her body was twitching and she was breathing very hard.
"Suck my titty," she whispered.
Vince scooted downward so he could reach it. Somehow she managed not to lose her grip on his prick or ass. Her hand was very insistent on his ass and he felt himself shiver with delight. He took the hard thimble of her tit in his mouth and sucked it.
Maggie was wild with delight. His wet tongue sent flames of raw pleasure through her body. Her belly felt like molten steel, and her head rang with a high whining sound. Her hands were busy with his flesh and she was driving herself crazy. Her forefinger traced a long path along the crack of his smooth, firm boy ass, then came back up more slowly, probing for the tight pucker of his asshole. When she found it, she dug at it with the soft tip of her finger, being careful to avoid gouging him with her fingernail. The tight muscle resisted the pressure and the boy tensed. She petted his penis and tried to get him to relax.
They lay together, finding comfort and excitement in each other's very warm flesh for several minutes. The dampness between Maggie's legs had become full wetness now, and her loins ached with the rumbling need that began in her belly. She very gently pulled him away from her breast, smiling and coaxing him to move where she wanted him.
"Have you ever seen a woman's cunt?" she whispered.
His eyes went wide and his blonde head moved from side to side. He hadn't, at least not close, not under the thicket of hair they all had.
"Get between my legs-"
She showed him how to position himself, and he moved awkwardly, almost falling over her thigh as he scrambled into the V.
"Now touch it, spread it open with your hands and look at it," she told him.
He put his hands into the warm crevice between her outspread legs. The thick bush of hair moved when he pulled apart the fat lips that covered her hole. She seemed to like it and her body shivered and she kept whispering, "Yesss, yyyeeesss-"
The inner layers of her cunt were red and wet. He tipped a finger into the thick white stuff that had collected around a small outcropping of flesh. She moaned out loud and raised her hips slightly.
"Oh, God, yes, touch that-there!"
She wiggled her ass and forced his touch where she wanted it. Her fingers were clawing at the bedclothes and she was twisting her head back and forth trying to watch him. Her big tits splayed to either side of her ribcage, the nipples dark patches on her fair skin.
"Mmm, that's good. I like that! It feels so good!" She was going crazy!
The boy grabbed the little hunk of red flesh and tugged at it. It came out of a sheath of skin just like his cock did when he peed! He tugged and rolled the finger of flesh between his own fingers. That made her fall back to the pillow and stuff her hand to her mouth to cut off the cries that escaped her lips.
Funny, but even though she wasn't playing with his cock anymore, it was still hard and pushing forward. It was standing out like a pole, the head swollen out of the skin and darker than he'd ever seen it.
He kept playing with the little thing for a while, then looked for new pleasure. He spread the thick vulva again and peered into the dark wet tunnel.
He shoved one finger into it and the hot stickiness oozed all over him. He crooked the finger and felt the inside of the tunnel.
"God, yes, that's good. More, do it morel"
He wiggled the finger more violently, then got very daring and put another finger in beside it. All that did was make her gasp and tell him, "More!"
So he put another finger in, then a fourth. Only his thumb was outside, and it was hooked over the curve of her bone, pressing hard at the little pip he'd played with earlier. She seemed to like that a lot, so he stayed there. His whole hand was slimy wet in her now, and the wiggling fingers slipped and slid all over the pulpy walls of her inner passage. He could dig his fingertips into the thick muscle and feel it pulsate. He grinned.
Her hips were bouncing up and down now, like she couldn't control them. She was hot and sexy. He knew that. He'd seen his mom and pop fuck often enough to know the signs of uncontrolable passion. His parents never bothered to lock the bedroom door when they had their bed fun, and many the time Vince and his brother had peeked, unobserved, while the wild gyrations took place. They both knew that some day they'd feel the same sensations. Some day when they grew up.
Vince had to smile. He was grown up. He had his hand in a woman's cunt and his cock was hard. He knew he was going to fuck her. More than that, he knew she wanted him to.
She was gasping, almost hysterical with need and lust. The boy had roused her deepest needs, and her dream had moved far out of fantasy as he touched her. It was real-he was in her-he was bringing her all the pleasure any man ever had. She was reaping the rewards of her years of stiffling her desire for young flesh.
She let herself go, riding the wave of ecstasy, letting the orgasm wash over her with a suddenness that took her breath away. "Yes, ooohhh, mmm, I'mmm cccuuummmmmmiiinnnggg, I'mmmm cccuuummmmmmiiinnnggg!!!" The heat engulfed her, carrying her to a peak of pleasure that left her breathless and panting. Air caught in her chest, threatening to strangle her before she could finally gasp as the peak was reached and she flowed down the other side of heaven. "Yyyeeesss, ooohhh, uuummmm, yyyeeesss, I'mmm cumming, I'm cumming...."
The orgasm lasted longer than any she ever recalled. Endless minutes rippled past her mind as her body devoured the love strokes of the child's hand. It was a very long time before she lay still again. Even then, she was breathless and shivering with pleasure.
Vince was amazed at what happened. He knew what cumming meant, but he hadn't known it was possible this way, with him just fooling around in her with his hand. Would she still want his prick in her? Or was she all done? Jeez, he hoped not. His cock was harder than ever watching her cum like that.
She put his fears to rest almost immediately. She twisted around on the bed, her eyes bright and glittering. Her mouth was open and her pink tongue flicked back forth over her dry lips. She grabbed for his cock, shoving him back on the bed and making the sex organ shoot almost straight up in the air. Then she was coming down on him again, sucking his tool like it was the fountain of life. She was moaning and rubbing her flesh all over him, dragging those big titties across his legs and belly with gyrating motions. God, she was driving him crazy. His belly ached like it was on fire. Then she let go of his cock and swung his leg up so she could kiss between his thighs, kiss his scrotum, move her lips along the crack of his ass. Then it was her tongue. It felt like a hot poker stabbing between his buttocks. She was at his asshole! The tongue was forcing hard against the tight muscle the way her finger had before. He gulped air into his lungs through his open mouth, and somehow that relaxed his asshole and she stabbed the tongue right into it! He thought he'd die. His cock jerked like it has been pulled on a string. He felt the hard, deep rumbling inside him, a passion that he had never suspected existed in his young body.
"Aaaww!"
"Uuumm!" Her muffled answer was deep in his ass. Her fingers pried at his flesh like birds picking at crumbs. Every time she touched him it drove him wilder. Then, with a suddenness that sent him reeling, she pulled her face free and came back up to him, glancing at his cock and touching it lovingly.
"I want you to put it in me, to fuck me...." She looked almost drunk and glassy-eyed.
He didn't resist. He let her pull him over her as she fell back on the rumpled bed. She spread her legs wide, and this time he climbed between them without being told. He knew how to shove it in. He'd seen his father put it to his mother enough. He grabbed his cock and tried to aim it at the loose hairy snatch she was offering him. The first try went wild, and he scraped the tip of the prick through her coarse hair. It was not an unpleasant sensation. He backed up a little and spread her cunt with the fingers of his free hand. The glistening wetness winked in the light. He leaned forward, the roar in his head suddenly blotting out the sound of the television set. His cock head touched the wet slippery incredibly smooth tissue and he whimpered without realizing it. Then he was leaning forward again, and his dick was being swallowed by the red mouth of her body. He was in her. Hot ... Wet ... Exciting ... His breath came in hard bursts and his body was shivering like a leaf in the wind. He knew he was supposed to move, but for the moment he was paralyzed with pleasure.
She was looking at him, putting her hands to his hips, urging him deeper into her cavity, Then she was coaxing him into motion, making him fuck her.
Maggie couldn't believe the pleasure the boy's first contact with her vagina gave her. She exploded into a paroxysm of orgasm that was totally unexpected. Instant cum! He had only to touch her and she was shuddering into a climax that scared her with its violence. She'd never experienced anything like it before. She reached for him, pulling him deeper, forcing his total penetration. Then she helped him set up a loving fucking movement in her cunt. He was so warm and wonderful, so small yet so delightfully hard and sexy. It was better than she had hoped for.
He caught the rhythm quickly, and he'd gotten his senses back after that first wild moment of intoxication. He grinned and fucked his cock in and out of the tunnel of loving lava. Each thrust gave him new delight, and she smiled as she saw the subtle change in his expression.
"You like it?" she asked.
His head bobbed in quick assent. "Wow! I'll say! It's great, just great!"
He was humping her with fury now, driving his tiny prick as far into her wide open pussy as he could force it. It surprised Maggie that the tiny cock was every bit as effective as a huge ramming man's prick. She could not feel the difference now that he was in her. It was as though there was some compensation for size in the talent of the little tool. She felt another orgasm building in her guts.
"Mmm, yes, that's good, you fuck so good."
He grinned, staring not at her face but at the big dancing boobs that flopped every time he jabbed his cock home on target. Her whole body entered into the sexiness, and seeing it was driving him wild. He felt like his guts were going to split open.
"I'm going to cum again," she whispered, her eyes bright. Her pink tongue flicked over her lips and she caught it between her teeth for an instant.
She grabbed his hips, jerking and yanking at him to make sure he didn't stop at a crucial time. The new orgasm bubbled up, filling her and gushing forth a new spUrt of secretions to lather his prick and slosh out along her pussy lips. She was thrashing now, demanding the fulfillment she needed. The boy looked scared and wild at the same time.
Vince felt the hot surge of her stuff. He felt the strong pulling sensation in his guts, and he knew that if he were older, it would mean he was shooting off a load of cum into her. Instead, it was all energy that went into his own orgasm. His youthful need poured from him, meeting and mixing with her hot cum stuff. She was making enough juice for the two of them and it made him feel like he'd spurted some of it himself! God, it felt like he was cumming, too!
"Aaagghh!!! Ooowww, ooohhh." Sweat formed on his forehead and he lashed his cock at the cunt. He watched her writhe and fall under him, saw the beautiful tits bounce and wiggle. His mind blanked with the total pleasure he had never known in his young life.
Then he fell atop her and lay panting, sure he was going to die.
CHAPTER FIVE
Vince had never blacked out in his life, but he suddenly realized time had passed without his knowledge. He was lying flat on his back, and Maggie was leaning over him, petting his flesh and caressing his head. She was crooning softly to him. When he opened his eyes, she smiled.
"You were wonderful."
He didn't answer. He couldn't. Then her hand was touching him down there, caressing his cock, and he realized it was still hard. She smiled again and bent to it, licking it gently and sucking off the goo her cunt had smeared on it. Her tongue felt cool and soothing now, and her sucking comforted him rather than excited him. He lay still and closed his eyes again.
Maggie cleaned him like a cat cleaning her kitten. He was exhausted, poor baby. He'd been marvelous, beyond her wildest dreams or hopes! He had made her cum-nojt once, but three times! She felt warm and loving all over. She wanted to keep him forever!
The sound of the television probed at her brain, and she realized she should check the time. She lifted her head and glanced at the clock. Good Lord, it was past eight already! Where had the time gone? Sighing, she sat up and smiled at him. He looked better now, not so dazed and weak.
"I promised to get you home by nine. Your father-"
"He won't care."
Still, she didn't want to face the man and be forced to try to explain why she had kept his son out. Or what they had been doing. Would the child talk? No, she knew he wouldn't. There was a secretness in what they'd done together and neither of them would violate it, she knew.
"Maybe I can see you again? Tomorrow?" She hoped to God she could. She'd die without him!
"Sure, okay."
"Good, then let's get dressed and I'll take you home."
"You don't have to. I can take a bus."
"I won't let you wander alone at this hour!" She got up and went to her suitcase for underwear. The boy watched her as she pulled on pantyhose and then struggled with a bra. He seemed fascinated by her big breasts even when the were covered with the lacy cloth. She smiled and glanced at the clock again.
"Get dressed now," she told him.
He pushed himself up and grabbed for his clothes. He was ready before she was. She went into the bathroom to comb her hair and touch powder and lipstick to her face, then she took a sweater from the closet and slipped it on. They left the room together and she was thankful for the empty corridor, not sure why.
The doorman hailed them a cab and moments later they were hurrying through the night. He had given the cab driver the address, and the man had looked surprised. Apparently it was on the other side of town, but Maggie didn't care. Even sitting in the back of the cab with the boy gave her unspeakable pleasure. She reached up and closed the glass panel between the driver and the back, then settled back to enjoy her last few minutes with Vince. She lay her hand on his thigh and he snuggled close to her, head tilted to her breast and his hand on her leg.
"Are you going to school tomorrow?" she asked in a voice low enough to assure that the driver could not overhear.
He glanced up. "I don't want to. I want to be with you."
Maggie's heart skipped a beat. She knew she should encourage him to go to school, but she wanted to be with him, too. He'd already missed a week while he was away....
"You really must go to school. Maybe we could meet later? What time do you get out?"
"Three o'clock. I couldn't get to the hotel until almost four. It takes that long on the bus."
She hesitated. "I could meet you...."
"No, that's okay. It's better for me to come there."
"Will you be able to stay, I mean for dinner. We could go to the Graf Zepplin. You'd like that."
"Sure, okay. I'll be able to."
She sighed and leaned back, still holding him and glowing in the knowledge that she would see him again. It was better to leave it to him. She couldn't afford getting involved with his family. His father would only have to look at her to know what she'd been up to. She'd seen that special glow caused by sex in her face when she combed her hair. That was why she hadn't wanted to meet anyone in the hall or elevator.
The cab ride took about twenty minutes. The neighborhood was lower middle class, not really shabby but far from fancy at the same time. The house he pointed out to the driver was an old Victorian one, crammed between identical neighbors but repainted in a pastel color with sparkling white trim. Some of the others on the block needed care, but this one was well taken care of. So he didn't come from a ghetto or slum. That surprised her somehow, and it pleased her too.
She watched until he ran up the steps and got the front door open. She glimpsed a low light in the inner hall as she ducked her head and the cab pulled away. Maybe she should have told the boy what to say. No, it was better for him to figure out his own story. He seemed clever enough, and if there was any trouble, she thought he could handle it. If not, she didn't want to be involved directly. Lord, if his father decided to make any trouble....
She went to bed as soon as she returned to the hotel, in spite of the fact it was still early. Her mind was crowded with myriad thoughts, of Vince, of Dave and of Ken. What was she going to do? She'd run almost blindly, with no plans, only anger. Now she had to think and make some decisions.
She didn't want to really. So far she had managed to drift into one of the most satisfying days of her life. Satisfying? Far more than that-wonderful! Some inner instinct had led her to Dave this morning, and with the success of that venture, she had dared to approach Vince. And neither of them had seemed too surprised or shocked. Neither of them had fled her advances. Matter of fact, they had even welcomed them, shyly perhaps, but definitely. Were all little boys curious about sex and intercourse?
She shivered with the delightful memory of how Vince's little cock had jerked up inside her cunt and triggered an instant orgasm. She'd heard of such things, but the wild, wicked feeling had been one she'd never known before. It was also one that she wondered if she would ever feel again. Maybe the shock of the first child-cock had precipitated it. Maybe it could never be repeated. Maybe it could.
She hunched in the bed, staring at the out-lined window behind the drapes. Maybe it would happen anytime she had a boy like Vince! She hugged her belly and realized she ached with loneliness. She longed for the warmth Vince had spread through her. Her cunt was moist with the longing and tiny rays of desire washed upward in her body each time she pressed her legs together, forcing pressure on her clitoris.
What was he doing now? Undressed and in bed? Thinking of her? Or had he closed a mental door on what had happened? He seemed like such a self-sufficient child.
She slept fitfully, disturbed by dreams that both gave her pleasure and frightened her. They were such physical dreams, the kind she rarely had. She was alone, in some kind of a glass room. She pressed against the walls as she sought a way out, but the glass would not budge. Beyond it, young boys stood in a wide circle so that she saw one no matter which way she turned. They were all naked, their young penises varying in size and firmness, some small and limp, others hard and long, pointing toward her and jerking slowly as though to beseech her.
In the dream, she was beating against the glass and crying out for them. All her attempts to reach them failed. Then she was lying on a cold hard bed, and hands were touching her all over. No, not hands-cocks. They brushed her body, moved between her legs but escaped as she tried to capture them. They trailed across her face, lingering near her mouth which was sealed shut so she could not suck the lovely tempting cocks. She cried out, but the sound was muffled through her sealed mouth. The cocks continued to tease her flesh until she was dying of the agony.
She woke trembling and sweating. For several moments, she couldn't recall where she was, only that she was not in her own bed. She sat up, trying to identify the objects in the dim room. When she remembered, she sank back and tried to relax by breathing deeply through her mouth. Her heart was pounding as though she'd been badly frightened, and she felt weak all over. She lay staring into the darkness for a long time before she fell asleep again.
The sun was bright outside the window when she woke again. She came up from sleep slowly, her mind still drugged and heavy. She heard the sound that had woken her repeated. Someone was knocking at the door and twisting the knob.
"Yes? What do you want?" She struggled up, glancing at the clock. It was barely eight, rather early for the maid to be so insistent. "It's me ... Vince."
"Vince!" She leaped from the bed and ran to the door, sliding back the chain and bolt as fast as her fingers could manage them.
He was standing there, grinning. Maggie's eyes swept the hall quickly, then she motioned him to come in. She was so surprised and excited she could hardly speak. "What are you doing here? I thought you were going to school!"
He stood close to her in the tiny entry, still grinning. "Naw, I decided one more day won't hurt. Besides, I want to be with you."
"Your father...?" She slid the bolt and chain back in place.
He shook his head. "He doesn't even know I'm home."
"Wasn't he there?" Maggie felt anger at such negligence.
Vince shrugged. "Yeah, he was there, but he was, uh, sleeping."
She detected the note of hesitation and knew he was lying. Something had happened, but he didn't seem to want to talk about it, so she didn't press the issue. It was enough that Vince was here. She pulled him into her arms and held him close. She could feel his warm breath on her skin through the thin nightgown. She led him into the room and to the bed.
"You weren't up yet?"
She shook her head.
Without a word, he began shucking his clothes. Seconds later he was stark naked beside her. "Let's go back to bed," he said.
Too surprised and pleased to resist, she climbed back into bed and he jumped in beside her. She pulled the cover up over them and took him in her arms again. His whole body was warm along the length of hers. She was trembling.
Vince pressed to her comforting body, safe again and happy. He should have stayed all night like he wanted to, but he'd been afraid to ask her. She would have said yes if he'd pushed it, he knew. She hadn't turned him down this morning. Not even when he undressed almost as soon as he came in the door. She wanted to do more of the kind of stuff they did yesterday, he could tell. Just like he wanted her to do more of it. He wanted her to make him feel all hot and shivery all over. He wanted to feel his prick inside her, feel the heat of her body invade him, and feel the hot pressure he built in response. That had been good, and he wanted more of the same. He knew she wouldn't deny him.
He arched his back and forced his crotch against the indentation of her body. She still had her nightgown on, but it didn't seem to matter. He got as horny as he would touching her bare skin.
She began to pet his back, moving her hands in first short strokes, then lengthening them to include the hills of his buttocks, pulling him closer each time. Her hips moved of their own volition, swaying against his warmth and receeding only far enough to move forward again. She still couldn't believe it, that he was here, naked in bed with her. The troubled dreams of the night vanished and she was once again filled with desire for the child. She loved sex when she first woke up. She was cuddly warm then, and it was easy for her to be churned into a pussycat stage. Unlike most men, Ken never indulged in morning sex. He was the type who woke and rose immediately, not speaking until he'd showered and breakfasted. The few times they'd had intercourse to begin the day, it had been quite unsatisfactory.
He was stroking her then. She felt the first contact of Vince's small hand at her hip, moving slowly over the mound, down across the soft bulge of her ass. His little fingers were probing slightly, picking at the cloth of her gown and puckering it upward. She smiled and kissed the top of his head. He looked up at her.
"You're not mad at me?"
"Whatever for?"
"For coming back."
She smiled and cupped his chin in her palm. "No, I'm not mad." She bent and kissed his lips. They were dry and warm, incredibly soft. She kissed him harder, flicking her tongue at his lips and separating them so she could spear the tip of her oral organ between them. He relaxed his jaw and let her do what she wanted. She found his tongue and teased at it with gentle probes, rolling it on her own, tasting his sweet breath and mingling her saliva with his.
He'd never been kissed that way before, and suddenly the pleasant sensation erupted into something far more heady. He felt the passion of her kiss, and his own tongue began to answer it. He stabbed his tongue at hers, dueling in the dark cavity of his mouth. She gasped, and her tongue retreated, begging his to follow. It did. Then he was probing in the larger cavity of her mouth, feeling her lips and her tongue and her teeth, feeling the incredible heat that was building between them. He enjoyed every new sensation as it came. He was building a life time of experience in a very brief time.
Her hands were all over him now, touching, exploring, teasing. She had his cock and was rubbing it back and forth to bring it to life. He reciprocated by pulling up her gown and getting his hands between her legs. She parted them willingly and his hand was engulfed in her warmth. She felt damp and invitingly. He pushed his hand upward, into the hairy thicket of her private parts. She moved, almost jerking, and pressing her legs tight on his fingers. Her hand at his cock moved faster. He dug into the hair and found the wet silky tissues of her body. She sighed heavily.
"Nice, that's nice...."
His fingers found the slit between the thick folds of flesh and entered it. She was very wet, and in a moment his fingers were slippery with her stuff. He had no trouble pushing between the inner folds and fondling her passage. Her hips moved faster and she sighed again.
"You wonderful child...."
Her hand tugged at his cock, sending a message and trying to gain a response. He felt a faint stirring in his belly but so far the passion hadn't come alive. He knew it would though, it was only a matter of time.
Maggie relaxed and enjoyed the wonderful experience of having the boy again. He was exciting her, rousing her so they would be able to delve into the wonders of sex again, for as long as they wanted. He was hers for the day. Hers. She snuggled to him and fondled his cock lovingly. His fingers were deep in her cunt now, poking about and eliciting a good flow of her sex juices. She was beginning to tingle, to feel the radiating heat that foretold her passion.
"A little faster," she told him, her words sounding breathless.
"Like this?" He moved his hand in and out of her at a faster tempo.
"Yes. Uuummm, that's good."
"It makes you sexy?"
She laughed. "Yes, it makes me sexy."
His hand kept up a steady rhythm, pleasing her and wanting to please her more. He took his cues from the pace of her hips as now she was humping steadily. She was getting hot, and he was glad. She was very, very wet. The stuff was all over his hands and dripping along his palm and wrist. She hadn't told him to shove all his fingers in yet, and he stayed with the two longest ones. She'd tell him when she wanted more. He'd do anything to please her and nothing to upset her.
Maggie was delirious with delight. She was sexy now, her passion stirred from the depths of her body, building steadily but not wildly. It was a slow passion, the kind that was good for a long, long romp in bed. The kind that could be satisfied in many ways, almost in installments. She would cum, but at first it would be skimming, feeling the tiny orgasms burst inside her until they merged in a pattern of satisfaction. She would cum over and over again, as long as the child was willing and able to please her. Then she would cum hard, whenever he was ready.
"Am I getting hard?" he asked.
She massaged the cock. "No, not yet, but you will."
"Yeah, I want to."
"You liked it last night?"
"Yeah, I mean it was great, really great."
Maggie smiled as Vince looked up at her again. She moved her lips in a kissing motion but she did not touch him. He seemed to understand, and his hand beat a faster tattoo in her snatch. God, she was going to cum!
"I like that."
"Want it harder?"
"No, just the way you're doing it."
"Okay." He worked at her cunt in a steady motion, fingers slipping inside her vagina readily as they skidded in the slime. The stuff was all over his hand now, and it felt pleasant, like squishing in mud with your bare feet. He could hear little wet sucking noises because she was so wet down there.
"Can I look?" he said.
"Umm, sure, just don't stop." She threw the covers back and he twisted around so he could view what his hand was doing. Maggie rolled onto her back and spread her legs wide, raising her knees slightly.
Vince peered at the wet hole. His fingers were lost in it, sucked right in to their knuckles. Her nightgown was all twisted around her hips, and it made a violet-colored frame for the golden, hairy triangle. He could see the red wet folds of her female flesh as his hand pushed at them. They were glistening and throbbing.
Maggie moaned softly. "Ohhh, God!"
"You cumming now?"
"Mmm ... Soon . ... Very soon...." She gasped for breath, filled suddenly with consuming need. Her body was on fire and she was ready to taste the first thrill of morning cum. "Yes," she whispered. "Yes. Now! NOW! Oh, God, harder-faster-NOW!"
He stabbed his fingers into her, moving them as fast as he could and digging them all the way in. Her body arched, twisted, came down heavily on him. He could see all the white stuff bubbling around his fingers now as she poured out a new load at him. His hand felt like it was immersed in hot oil, soothing yet dangerous. He felt her hand on his cock go slack as she forgot everything but her own pleasure and threw all her efforts into her own orgasm.
Her hips bounced on the bed. Her cunt sucked his hand deep into it, gurgling and spewing love juice all over him. For a long time the room was filled with the sounds of their contact and of her harsh breathing. Vince didn't realize that he was breathing hard until she finally came to rest, flopping back, arms outspread, breasts heaving under the purple nylon. He could see the hard poking spots where her nipples were firm against the cloth, and he could see the outline of the dark tips through the thin, colored nylon. Her eyes were half closed, and he could see only a thin line of white along the lids.
It never occurred to him to stop hand fucking her. Now that she had cum, he found he was getting excited himself. He felt heat in his guts, a pulling sensation that started deep in his loins somewhere even though she wasn't jacking him. He liked it, and he didn't want it to vanish. He knew that it was seeing and touching her that was creating it.
Maggie's pulse was loud in her ears, and she felt very warm all over. She had been prepared to skim, to be content with a minor climax, but instead she had been taken by surprise and had catapulted into a total orgasm. Tears burned at her eyelids, tears of pure joy.
"Nice," she whispered to him, not even sure she got the word out past her throbbing throat. "Yeah."
She opened her eyes. He was concentrating on what he was doing, and watching his own movements at her body. He was enjoying it, too. That was evident from the smile on his face and the rapt expression in his eyes.
"Do what you did last night," she said softly.
He glanced up for a fraction of a second. "Eat it?"
She nodded, smiling.
"Oh boy!" He was scooting down before the words were out of his mouth, and she helped him by dropping one leg flat to the bed. He leaned over her, his naked chest across her thigh, both hands at her cunt. He spread her open, felt for the thin flesh folds of her curtained vagina.
He examined each one with care, touching a finger to the layered flesh, pulling each aside so he could trace the deep line between them. There was a lot of white stuff deposited along the crevices, and he scooped it out with his fingertip, cleaning her and also making her tremble anew. Then he pulled at either side of the layered labia, forcing a hole to appear in the center. It was a tiny dark tunnel waiting for his tongue. He bent to her, his mouth open, his tongue ready.
His first taste made him greedy for more. He stabbed the tongue into the tunnel and licked all around, sopping up every bit of her juice he could find. It was as good as he remembered. He fell to her hungrily, mouthing her labia and tickling her clitoris with his tongue, then nibbling it between his teeth. Whenever enough cum juice would collect in the opening to her vagina, he sucked it up greedily, making loud noises that seemed to add to his pleasure.
Maggie was almost out of her mind with pagan pleasure. My God, he was driving her wild. He was better than any man who'd ever laid her. The child had infinite patience, a gentle touch that demanded a response nevertheless. She could feel new pressure building in her belly and she knew she'd cum again.
"Turn this way so I can suck your cock," she told him.
He managed to swivel himself on the bed, bringing his feet up past her head and his ass close to her shoulder. He turned, and his lovely little boy cock was right where she wanted it, right in front of her face. She inhaled its fragrance and reached for it.
It was taut without being hard. He was beginning to get excited. All the sucking and hand fucking he'd been at was stirring him during the time she'd forgotten him in her own delight. Now she set out to make up for her neglect. She would give him the pleasure he'd given her.
She touched the small rope, light skinned with a slightly darker ring where the foreskin puckered over the head. It had not yet swelled enough to force the head out, but she could see the tiny pink tip winking at her.
"Mmm." She touched her lips to it, took it in her mouth lovingly. Her lips were cool on the hot flesh, and she kept them dry as she pushed the foreskin back to expose the cocktip. She felt the tiny surge, then flicked out her tongue and found the satiny piece of male flesh that delighted her so. The boy's cockhead was soft, like a baby's silky skin. Like a baby....
She ran her tongue over the around the capped dome, finding the thin cord of skin that connected it to the shaft. With his penis still soft, the cord was not drawn tight, and she flicked it back and forth with her tongue.
The boy was still sucking her, handling and licking her pussy. Great waves of delight washed through her, and her own heat made it easy for her to transfer some to the boy. She began to pull at his cock with hard sucking motions.
He felt his prick slide back and forth on her tongue. He liked the way she rolled her tongue over it, touching all the spots she knew would excite him. He was learning a great deal about his own body from his time with her. He'd never realized how exciting it was to be touched along that special ridge, under it, the way she was moving her tongue now. His belly churned and gurgled.
Maggie fingered Vince's scrotum, probing in the empty sac and stretching the loose skin so she could see the ridges of lined skin. They were beautiful, he was beautiful....
She ran her hand along the crevice of his ass, once more teasing at his asshole and trying to penetrate the warm, hot hole. She wanted to feel her fingertip engulfed in his body, feel his inner passage the way he was feeling her cunt. He would not be wet, of course, and she had to be very careful not to hurt him. Gently, she pushed, and his body tensed reflexively.
She freed her mouth. "Relax darling, let me in."
He lay against her thigh, his face in her bush of pubic hair, his breath hot against her swollen, throbbing cunt.
"Breathe through your mouth," she instructed him.
He did as he was told, and Maggie felt the drawstring of his asshole. She moved so she could put her head between his legs and see what she was doing. His buttocks quivered, then he breathed deeply again and relaxed. She stroked his ass, calming him, although she felt far from calm herself. She was staring at the tiny dark circle of skin nestled between his firm young spheres. She spread the buttocks slightly with her palms, ran one finger along the muscled closure. This time he did not tense.
She smiled and bent to it, her tortgue licking along first the mound of his ass, then into the crack, and finally at the glorious tight spot of paradise. She ran tight little circles around the sphincter, coaxing it to a relaxed state that would permit her entry. She knew the child had never had anything like this before, and she knew he was willing for her to do it. He lay bent to her body, very still, but breathing in hard gasps as though he'd been running.
Her tongue pushed and was resisted. It pushed again, pausing between probes to circle the hole with loving tenderness. Then she jabbed at it again, and this time her tongue was in him. Hot and dry, his anal canal clamped at her oral member, trapping it in the vise and then trying to expel it with force. She licked harder, keeping her tongue in the tiny space and feeling the boy's moan rather than hearing it. It was a moan of pure pagan pleasure, not of pain. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her thigh. He was ecstatic.
Vince had experienced a moment of fear when she first began playing at his asshole. It was so fucking tight. How would she ever get in it? She kept working at it, telling him to breathe deep and relax. He felt like he was going to explode.
Then she was in him. Her tongue was actually up his asshole just like she was screwing him! His whole body quivered and he had to force his next breath. When he sucked air in deeply, it seemed to relax his asshole and make her task easier. He began panting like a dog.
Her tongue was rolling around inside him. The hot, dry hole was wet with her spit now, and the whole idea was driving him out of his mind. He wanted to suck her cunt, shove his tongue into her asshole, anything! But he couldn't move. He was frozen against her afraid to move.
He could feel his cock getting hard. He didn't understand how her play at his asshole was doing it, but it was. His penis jerked as it tried to come erect. He felt the strain along his loins and deep in his belly, somewhere behind his empty scrotum.
He couldn't stand the excitement any longer, not without participating more actively. He pressed his face to her cunt, burying it in her hot, wet hairy snatch and gobbling at whatever touched his lips. He caught the heady aroma of her need, and it flamed his own. He gulped her cunt juice and mashed his face in it, smearing it all over himself. He was willing to drown in it.
Maggie was drunk on the boy's box. Alive and fully aroused now, she played several moments more in the delectable asshole, then pulled free. The child groaned, but she grabbed him and pulled him up.
"Fuck now!"
"Oh, Jeez!" He was scrambling on all fours, trying to position himself over her. "Yes! Put it in!"
"It's not hard!"
"It's hard enough. Put it in." She couldn't wait. His prick would soon grow to full size and fill her. He would not be able to contain his need.
He squatted over her and she spread her legs wide, opening her treasure box to him. He grabbed his prick and stabbed it into her. The head scooted sideways and he had to direct it more carefully, holding his hand along the column of his cock to keep it rigid enough until it was in her. Then, grinning, he leaned forward on his hands.
Maggie smiled and licked her lips. "Just stay there. Let me work on you awhile.
"I wanna move, fuck you-"
She shook her head and her blonde hair flopped around on the pillow. "Wait! You'll like what I do, you'll see."
She grabbed his hips and held him in place. Then she twitched her cunt, tightening it on his tool and drawing the penis into her love tunnel.
The boy looked surprised and Maggie laughed. "I told you."
"It's just like fucking," he said in awe.
She tightened again, pulling her entire uterus into a knot and closing her vagina on his prick as surely as his asshole had closed on her tongue.
He was delighted, and within seconds he was breathing hard again, panting with excitement. The cock was stiffening with each thrust of her muscles, and he was going crazy.
"Jeez!"
"Feel good?"
"Yeah. Man!"
"I think you're wonderful," she told him.
"Me? You're the one who's-" He felt a new spasm in his genitals and broke off in confusion. He couldn't keep his mind on talking when such wonderful things were happening. He had never been so excited in his whole life.
He looked down at her just laying there and watching him. Jeez. Her eyes were glittery and bright, even in the darkened room. Slivers of sunlight crept in at one side of the drapes, but the room was deep in gloom. It seemed very quiet; then he was aware of the sounds on the street below. Cars, trucks and a cable car clattering by....
"You're hard now, really hard," she said. "I can feel you in me. You're touching the sides."
"Yeah...."
She closed on him again and saw the quick look of pleasure cross his face. "Fuck me now," she said.
She coaxed him into motion with her hands at his hips, slowly at first and with her legs still open wide so his body fit between them and nestled against her. She could feel the incredible smoothness of his crotch at her twat hair, feel the loose flaps of his scrotum slap lightly against her ass. She could feel his hard little cock spearing into her wet, hungry vagina. She could feel his pressure building, the swelling of his little tool against the walls of her cunt.
He felt it too. He was hard, really hard, like last night. She'd brought him alive with the pressure of her hole, driving at him and squeezing his thing just like her hand had done, only wet and hot instead of dry. His belly was rumbling loud now, and the sound made her smile.
She looked bleary again, the dazed happy look that he'd learned to recognize as sexy. She liked him in her. She really dug him and wanted his cock in her cunt. He liked the idea. It made him feel much older than his nine years. He felt like a man, like a man fucking a woman.
A fleeting picture of what he'd seen last night raced in his mind. His father's hugh dark cock slamming into the woman's open pussy and her twisting and screaming like she was getting killed but loving it all the time.
Then the picture was gone, erased by the wonder of his own body in Maggie's cunt. His cock was lathered with her wetness now, and the slime seemed to burn his flesh and drive him to ever greater heights.
"Mmm, yes, fuck, fuuuccckkk mmmeee...."
Her eyes rolled so he could only see the whites and her hands gripped painfully into his flesh where she was still holding his hips. She was cumming, he knew that too. She humped, meeting his thrusts, taking all he had to offer.
"Aaagghhh!!" He slammed as hard as he could into her. His belly was smeared with her cunt juice and several tightly curled hairs from her twat stuck in it. He felt like his own cock was opening and giving her a load. The pressure mounted to an almost unbearable point, then exploded.
"Ooohhh, jeeeeeezzz, uuugggghhh, aaawww!!!"
He didn't know what was happening, only that it was wonderful and he was being carried to heights he'd never dreamed possible. His whole body throbbed and screamed with excitement, his flesh seemed to burn against hers.
Maggie exploded in a violent orgasm, her cunt spewing hot secretions over the lashing prick in her. She heard loud roaring in her head, felt her belly turn to hot molten metal. Her vagina gripped the penis and tore it's energy from it. It felt like the boy shot a hot, heavy load of cum into her and put the finishing touches to the wondrous orgasm.
She was crying and laughing and clawing at the boy's body, beside herself with the passion that had erupted deep inside her and found relief. She could feel her sticky, wet cunt juice dribble down between her legs and along the crevice of her ass. She'd never been so wet in her life. She was overflowing with the love they had shared. Her labia throbbed from the wild pummeling they'd taken, and each throb sent Shockwaves of delight coursing through her body again.
It was the longest cum she'd ever known. She wanted it to never stop; she wanted to hold the boy in her forever and have his cock inside her.
He was exhausted, leaning over her and panting as though he'd run a country mile. Yet his face was calm with a serenity that hadn't been there before. Last night when they'd finished, she'd had to relieve his pressure by hand, coaxing him down slowly.
Not this time. She smiled as she felt his cock go soft in her pussy.
CHAPTER SIX
He collapsed onto her and they lay for a long time, the boy atop the woman. His soft cock slid out of her vagina and hung between her legs, resting lightly against the pussy it had pleased so well. The boy's thin chest was hard against her tits, but Maggie did not move. She wrapped her arms around him and held him close for a very long time.
Her mind drifted. Ken ... It had never been like this with him. Dave ... Not quite as wonderful, but wonderful nevertheless. Maybe if she had more time with him, took him to bed with her for a leisurely session such as she'd just shared with Vince, he too would bring her supreme pleasure. The more she engaged in sex with this child, the less guilty she felt about it. It seemed very natural, and she wondered why she had repressed her feelings so long.
The sound of someone trying the door, turning a key, brought Maggie up in sheer terror. She realized quickly that it was the maid, and that the girl couldn't get in because of the bolt and the chain. Maggie's heart was in her mouth until the noise stopped and the maid's footsteps retreated along the hall.
Then she laughed as she saw the expression on Vince's face. He'd been terrified, too. Thank God she'd remembered to put the chain on! If anyone had caught them....
"It's all right," she comforted him. "She won't come in until I take the chain off the door."
He looked relieved, then suddenly shy. Maggie smiled and rolled him sideways off her body. She raised herself on one elbow and looked down at him. "What say we take a shower and then have some breakfast?"
"Sure."
"Did you eat?"
He shook his head. "I'm starved."
"Shall we call room service? Would you like that? We can eat right here and then decide what to do for the rest of the day."
"Keen. I've never had room service before."
The way he said it, she wondered if he'd ever even stayed in a hotel before. Not likely. "Okay, first we shower. Come on."
She led him to the bathroom, fascinated by the smooth movement of his naked young body. Her breath still caught at the sight of his wondrous flesh, his young maleness and his rounded boy ass. She stripped off the lavender nightgown and tossed it aside, standing naked before him and letting him feast his eyes on her nudity.
His gaze was attracted to the big tits again. Man, he'd never seen anything like them. Like two huge melons hanging on a vine, except for the rosy tips and the protruding nipples. Seen close up, the nipples looked like thimbles capping the creamy white flesh. He reached out to touch one and was pleased by its warmth and softness.
Maggie smiled and leaned over to adjust the water taps, testing the temperature with her hand. When it was right, she said, "In we go."
They stepped into the shower stall and she closed the glass door behind them. The boy looked at the tiled interior, the fancy fixtures, the huge enclosure.
"Jeez!"
"What?"
"It's so fancy...."
Maggie laughed. "It's just a shower. Come on, under the water." She took his hand and stepped under the spray, dragging him along with her. He squealed when the water hit him, then turned his face up into it, eyes closed and mouth grimacing. Maggie grabbed the shower cap and covered her hair, then picked up the bar of soap and a washcloth. She lathered her face, rinsed it, then turned to the boy. She handed him the soap and cloth. "You wash me," she said.
He looked surprised but took them and began to rub them together. Maggie smiled and unwrapped another small bar of soap and took another washcloth from the shelf over the showerhead.
Water was cascading over the boy's head and body, running in streams down his face and neck. She moved him so he was out of the direct spray and then began to wash him. He grinned and duplicated her actions, reaching up to her shoulders and foaming them haphazardly and briefly, then turning his attention to the lovely breasts that were nearer and far more interesting.
Maggie sighed and leaned back, her own washing chores forgotten as she savored the pleasure of having the boy touch her. The rough washcloth made her flesh tingle, and his rapt attention delighted her. He was examining each tit, working the cloth over it until it was covered with foam, even taking care to reach all parts of the underside where it lay against her ribcage. When he had a mountain of suds, he poked at the center, making a clear space to expose her nipple.
Vince laughed with delight at his handiwork. Maggie laughed with him and then hugged him quickly.
"Like a snowman," Vince said. "I always wanted to build a snowman. Lemme?"
"Sure, go ahead."
Maggie leaned back against the cool tile, bracing herself into a corner and reaching up to turn the showerhead aside so the water did not hit them directly. She watched Vince begin his lathering ministrations again. Each time he touched her, she had to control shivers of pleasure. He was so gentle and so tender. How had she ever lived without knowing him?
Vince concentrated on what he was doing. He covered the heavy glistening tits with soap, then worked his way down her body, lathering and spreading foam in a wide path. When came to the thatch of hair at her crotch, the foam clung nicely to it, and he was fascinated. She moved slightly, spreading her legs and smiling at him. She nodded, and he knew that she wanted him to clean her cunt.
He crouched slightly and began to scrub between her legs. The washcloth kept him from feeling her, and he dropped it to the floor and pushed it aside with his foot. He used his hand for the scrubbing operation. Maggie laughed softly, and he knew she was enjoying it, and that she didn't want the washcloth any more than he did. Still holding the bar of soap, Vince scrubbed up a lather, using his fingers to open the heavy dripping lips of her pussy and getting inside as well as out.
Maggie whimpered with delight. "Uuummm, that's very nice. Do it some more...." , He rubbed his soapy fingers back and forth over her cunt. She felt more slippery than ever now, and he was sure she was still pouring out that stuff and it was mixing with the soap suds. He couldn't tell how much of the slime was hers and how much he was adding to it.
The soap stung but it was not an unpleasant sensation. Maggie was enjoying it, especially because she could watch Vince as well as feel him. Tiny drops of water clung to his hair like a halo, and he was half smiling as he shared her pleasure. His fingers were eager on the lips of her vulva, sometimes scoring between them to touch more delicate tissues.
"Go in!"
He looked up for a second, then smiled and jabbed his hand up into her. She gasped. His fingers were slick with soap, yet they were hot and exciting. Her body tingled with new budding desire and pleasure.
"Uuummm."
He jabbed his wet hand in and out of her, liking the way her belly twitched and her muscles tightened. She was whimpering steadily and sliding back and forth along the tiled corner as though writhing on a bed. Vince pulled his fingers out of her cunt and transfered the soap to his right hand. Now he used it as a cock, shoving it up inside her pussy, gripping it with his fingernails so it wouldn't slip out of his grip. He plunged it into her, pulled back, plunged again. She managed to say, Yeeesss!" through clenched teeth.
He fucked her with the soap, watching his hand and her body at the same time. She was more excited than she'd been in bed! She was rubbing her ass against the tile, her legs wide so she could keep her balance. Vince raised his other hand to one of her tits and began to massage it without stopping the fucking action in her cunt.
Maggie was wild. Her excitement had built rapidly, flaming into hot desire as the boy plunged the soap up inside her. She had never had anything like this before, and she was very glad she'd brought the child into the shower with her. She'd never shared a shower before, either. Ken and Connie had, she knew, and from the sounds of laughter and delight that had emanated from the bathroom on that occasion, they must have been having this same kind of fun. Why had Ken never introduced her to such pleasures?
Now she was glad he hadn't. It was far more enjoyable having her first experience with Vince. Darling, sweet Vince. Wonderful, sexy Vince.
It felt so good. His little fingers pressed hard against her cunt walls as he rammed the soap in her. She was on fire, with the burning sting of the soap mingling with her passion. She was going to cum if he kept this up. That idea pleased her no end. She wanted to cum. She wanted to cum as many ways as this child had the skill and strength to make her cum.
"Yeeesss, uuummm, sooo goooooddddd!"
The sound of the shower spray beating against the tile filled the small space of the stall. Maggie's pulse beat filled her brain and her passion filled her body.
"Ooohhh, God! Make me cum, make mee cccuuummm!!"
Vince didn't change anything he was doing. He knew she was going to reach her climax just like this. She was too far gone to need anymore. He also knew that they wouldn't waste time today out sightseeing, no matter what promises she had made. The sights and sounds of their own bodies were too pleasurable, too demanding. He wanted a lot more of the things she had to offer. Even if he couldn't get hard again, he wanted her to play with him and touch him, please his flesh and mind, satisfy his curiosity about so many things.
"Mm mm, I'mmm Cumming-yes-now-oh, GOD!!!"
She splayed her hands against the wall, fingers clawing in desperate passion as her orgasm detonated. The soapy fingers scurried into her as the soap bar slipped from Vince's hand and fell to the floor unnoticed. He drove his entire hand up into her cunt, not even reserving the thumb as he had before. His fist skidded upward, filling her, and he expanded his fingers to touch all sides of her cunt. She was moaning, whimpering, telling him she wanted even more. He moved his fist back and forth in a steady rhythm, wondering how she could spread so wide and accommodate his whole hand. He titilated her nipple and tit, twisting the other hand inside her pussy so he scoured every inch of her cunt.
"Ooohhh, uuuggghh, uuummm, mmmm, aaaaggghhh!!" She was breathless, almost exhausted. The orgasm finally reached its peak and she began to slide down the far side of contentment. Her knees were weak and trembling; she could hardly hold herself upright. After a very long time, she opened her eyes and looked at the boy.
"You all right?" he said.
She nodded. "Wonderful. My God, that was good." She reached for him and hugged him against her wet, slick body. "It was wonderful, just wonderful. Mmm."
When her strength returned a little, she began to wash him, crouching in the corner of the stall both to support herself and reach him better. Tenderly, she cleansed his genitals, fondling them as she did and feasting her eyes on his thrilling young body. Would she ever have enough of him?
Some time later they stepped out of the shower and spent ten laughing minutes drying each other with the big bath towels. Then, wrapped in twin towels, they went back into the bedroom and Maggie called room service, ordering a huge meal for each of them While they waited for it, they dressed and Maggie went out into the hall to ask the maid to make up the room so they could eat in pleasant surroundings. The girl had just finished when the tray came.
They sat in front of the window, the drapes open now, looking down on Powell Street and watching the hustle and bustle of activity below them. Vince was fascinated by being so high. And he kept jumping up to point out cars and people below.
She was on her second cup of coffee when she looked at him carefully and said, "Where would you like to take me today?"
He looked thoughtful a moment, then grinned widely. "Back to bed."
She almost dropped her coffee cup, then she burst out laughing. "You're a little devil."
"Well, you asked me."
"That's what you really want?"
"Uh-huh. I like what you do, and I like learning all about sex and women, you know ... "
She did know, and he couldn't have given an answer that pleased her more. But would he tire of the games shortly? Maybe, and maybe she should take advantage of his willingness while she could. She was not tired of him, God knew, and she would enjoy lying with him all day.
They finished breakfast and Maggie pushed the cart outside the door, pausing to hang the do not disturb sign on the knob before she closed it. Then she pulled down the bedspread and blanket, baring the crisp sheets. She began to undress.
Vince followed suit, and minutes later they were together, close, on the bed. She held him, nuzzling him against her breast and just relaxed. The room was warm and flooded with light. She had left the drapes open. No one could see in past the filmy curtains, and the building directly opposite was lower so there was no direct line of vision from any windows. Besides, she enjoyed being able to see him and feel him at the same time.
Without asking or being told, he began to suck her tittie. It was there, right near his mouth, and he wanted to taste it again. She smelled of soap and her perfume, and somehow it excited him. He liked the sweet smell of women.
She rubbed his back and held him while he nuzzled at her breast. She thought of Dave when he was a baby, how he'd drunk his nourishment from the same breasts. Now, so many years later, she had the second baby she had always wanted. Only this one was a lover as well.
She stroked him, fondling his genitals, cupping and stroking his ass. His little cock did not respond more than feebly, and she wondered if he'd be able to get it up again. He'd had two very strong erections in a little more than twelve hours. She really couldn't expect much more. Even if he couldn't, she was content to hold him and be with him. He was the most wonderful thing that had ever happened to her.
Except Dave, of course. She wondered what he was doing, if he was all right. She shouldn't have run off and left him that way. Suppose Ken hadn't come home? Suppose ... She abandoned that line of thinking. She'd made her decision and she wasn't sorry. Dave was all right, and when she pulled herself together and decided what to do about Ken and the money he'd taken, she'd go back. Now she wanted only to enjoy Vince, wonderful Vince.
She cradled him in her arms, then rolled to her back, drawing him along with her so he rested on top of her. He looked up in surprise.
"Sit up," she told him.
He started to climb off her but she shook her head. "No, on me, yes, right there." She moved his hips slightly so he was positioned right on her crotch. His legs were over her body, his knees bent and feet back. His scrotum rested on her pubic hair, and his lovely little cock lay limp and touching her belly just above the dark triangle. She shoved a pillow under her head so it was raised and she could look at him. Then she reached for his cock, tweaking it lightly and making him smile. She began to rotate her fingers at the drawstring of foreskin, poking inside and touching the cockhead she could not see. He moved a little, and his little ballsac rubbed her pubic mound.
"You're smooth and soft," she said.
"Can you get it hard?"
"I don't know. You've done pretty well already."
"Suck it again?" He was almost pleading.
"Of course. Here, move up, stay on me. Mmm." His ass rubbed over her tits, then he was perched on the curve of them and his legs were around her neck and his prick was in front of her. She ducked her head and lifted his tool and inserted it in her ready mouth.
"Mmmm," she rolled her eyes to show him how pleased she was with having him again. He rolled his with sheer ecstasy. He liked the feeling it gave him when she went at him like this.
He arched his back so he could watch everything she did. His cock was completely sunk in her mouth and it was sliding in and out as she sucked it. Just like her nipple when he sucked that. Even if it was soft, he still liked the feeling of having her work at him. It aroused funny little prickly feelings along his spine and his belly.
Her pink lips were puckered tight, holding him where her tongue could play all kinds of games with the cock. She sucked the head out of the sheath, rolled it over her tongue and wiggled his whole prick back and forth along her cheeks and the roof of her mouth. She somehow managed to turn her head so she could pop the cock head in and out of her mouth like popping a cork. Her tongue caught the sliver of skin that ran from the head to the shaft and she flicked at it until he sucked air into his lungs hard. Even she felt the shiver that raced through him then.
Once in a while, the limp cock would slip out of her mouth and flap against her chin, but she ducked and recaptured it at once. Her hands were around his hips, caressing his ass, darting this way and that and searching in the warmth of the crevice. He remembered how she had tongued it earlier, and he almost pitched forward with ecstasy. His mouth watered for the taste of her, and he wished there were some way he could have her while she was doing this.
As though sensing his desire, she paused and let go of his cock. "Turn the other way-around."
He did, knowing at once what she intended for him to do. He switched positions of his knees, keeping his crotch right over her face but putting his own head down to her cunt. She raised her knees to make a wide vee for him and he lay over her belly and gazed at the treasure between her legs.
Her tissues were not slimy wet now, for the first time since he'd known her. He spread her vulva and examined the red, damp flesh, moist only from her own warmth and not from passion or intercourse. They were as beautiful now as they were before. He licked each fold, spreading them and inhaling the scent of soap from their shower. He widened the gap between the tissues and stared intently into the cavity beyond. He could only see a tiny way, but it looked like maroon velvet inside. He touched his finger to it, pushing in slowly and marveling at the sudden warmth that engulfed him. Inside her cunt was damp but not dripping too. That meant she, or her body, manufactured the slime when she was sexy. He hadn't known that.
He inserted the finger deeper and moved it in her trying to determine how deep the hole was. He pushed as hard as he could but he didn't reach bottom. He could reach the sides, though. They were wet and thick and soft, like the velvet promise. He played with her that way for a while. She seemed to like it and was telling him so by sucking his cock even harder than before. Now with his ass up and her under him, she could grab him better, and she was massaging his erotic flesh around his tool, rubbing and working her lips over it whenever she was close enough. She began to get wetter inside, and he increased his finger beat in her.
Maggie hadn't believed she'd get horny again. God, she'd already had him how many times this morning? Was there no end to her lust for him? The playing he was doing, and her sucking him this way were too much though. Her belly tightened and the heat began. First it was confined to a spot just above her pubic mound, but in minutes it was flooding through her belly. He was digging a finger in her cunt, gentle at first, then harder and more insistently. He squirmed and the next thing she knew he was sucking her clitoris, and he hadn't stopped poking his finger into her.
Her sensitive clitoris responded immediately. Every muscle in her body tensed, every nerve-ending readied. She sucked frantically on his cock to tell him not to stop. She was going to cum. The stimulation of her sex trigger was going to send her off into another glorious orgasm.
Yes, yes, yes! she screamed at him silently. God yes! I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cumming now. NOW!! Oh, God, yes, now....
He could hardly hold on when she began to hump under him. He knew she was ready to cum because all of a sudden she was very wet again, with stuff gushing out of her like from a fountain. He could smell the intoxicating aroma of her sexiness, a heavy musky smell that pleased him and made him hungrier for her. He kept working at her cunt and clitoris long after she lay still.
Maggie wasn't even aware that she had stopped sucking Vince's prick. In her moment of ecstasy, nothing had mattered but the extreme pleasure she felt, the cumming that radiated through her body and filled her with white heat. She lay gasping, his dick wet on her chin and cheek. His talented mouth and finger were bringing her down slowly.
CHAPTER SEVEN
She might have dozed; she wasn't sure. She came awake with a start as Vince climbed off her and sat looking at her. She saw flecks of her own cum at the corners of his mouth.
"How come I can't get it up again?" he queried.
He was so serious she couldn't help but laugh. "Darling, I told you. You've already gotten it up today, and last night, too. Goodness, I know lots of men who can't do that. You'll get hard again, you'll see. It just takes awhile to come back."
"How long?"
She pretended to ponder. "That's hard to say. Probably a few hours, maybe a day."
"Shit."
She hadn't heard him swear before, and she was so surprised she laughed. He looked so serious. She touched his arm. "I promise you'll get hard again, now don't worry about it. There are other things to do, too. It's not the end of the world."
"What other things?" There was a hopeful note in his voice and she had to laugh again.
"We can go to the zoo or the park, take a boat ride, whatever you want to do."
He was crestfallen. "Oh, sure." He'd been hoping she meant she had something else to teach him, some mystery of their bodies that would bring new enjoyment to them.
She grabbed him and rolled with him, hugging him close. "You are a darling. Now let's get dressed and go out. Later, when you're rested, maybe we'll come back." She smiled. "Or tonight. Is your father working again?"
He shook his head. "This is his day off. He's home."
"Well, no matter. He doesn't know you're back from Los Angeles, so he won't miss you."
"Unless my brother tells him."
"Your brother?" There was a hint of panic in her voice. Had he told his brother where he was?
He seemed very calm about it all. "Johnny. He's three years older than me."
"He was home last night?"
"For a little while. He came in and went out again. Said he was staying overnight with a friend."
"I see." That put a different light on things. If Johnny knew Vince was home, he'd wonder where he was after school. Dared she keep the boy that long? She stole a glance at the bedside clock and saw that it was still early. The whole day was ahead of them.
"Want to go to the zoo?" she said. "I'd rather go on the boat ride. I've been to the zoo."
"All right, a boat ride it is!"
They dressed and left the hotel, taking the cable car again to Fisherman's Wharf and then walking the three blocks to where sightseeing boat was moored. Maggie bought tickets and they caught a boat that was just leaving.
It was an exciting ride, mostly because she was able to watch Vince enjoy himself. He stood at the railing and jumped up and down every time he saw something he recognized. When the loud-speakered guide pointed out landmarks he didn't know, Vince was only slightly less excited. He was having a wonderful time.
They were back on the Pier early, and Maggie was starved. The big breakfast had been a long time ago, and the fresh air and wind had whet her appetite. She took him to one of the Seafood Grottoes on the wharf.
He was delighted with it, exclaiming over the decor and the wonderful fish smells. He ate like a longshoreman, and Maggie put away more food than she had for a long time. Every time she looked at Vince and his obvious enjoyment, she wanted only to keep him happy.
Afterwards, they walked the piers and explored one of the museum boats tied at anchor. Vince was fascinated by sailing vessels, and he listened avidly as she read off plaques and explained things to him. He was a bright child, even though his reading ability was not polished.
She lost track of the time and was astonished to see that it was after three when they came down the gangplank again. He saw her concern and asked her what time it was.
When she told him, he looked worried. "I should go home and check with Johnny."
"But-"
"I can come back. My dad won't care."
"What will you tell him?" He shrugged.
"Well, if you must. I can't keep you, of course."
"But you do want me to come back."
"Of course."
"You sure?"
She smiled and nodded. "I'm sure. Shall I call a cab?"
"Naw. The bus is faster from here. I can catch it right over there." He pointed to a corner a block away. A number of people were already lined up waiting. He looked up at her. "Can you get home okay?"
She smiled. "Yes, I'll manage. When will I see you?"
He thought a second. "Seven? I can be back by then." He turned as he heard the rumble of a bus engine. "That's mine," he said. He was already running for it.
"Seven them!" she called after him. Then she stood watching until he reached the corner and sprinted aboard the bus just before it pulled out and rumbled off again. Then she walked slowly back toward the cable car stop.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Vince let himself in with his key and stood in the hallway listening. The house was warm and hazy, full of smoke from too many cigarettes. No one had opened the drapes, and the hall and living room were dim in spite of the sunshine outside. He listened, cocking his head toward the back rooms-the bedrooms.
He heard muffled laughter, sounds of the bed creaking. She was still here then. The woman. The one his father had brought home while mom was away. He'd heard them last night, and the knowledge they were here was what made Johnny take off again. He'd told his father he was staying with a friend, and his father used the opportunity to bring a woman home to bed. If he'd known that either of the kids were in the house, he'd have killed them! Especially if they saw the woman. No way not to hear them.
Vince walked down the hall toward his bedroom, on tiptoes in case there was a sudden lull in the activities in his father's bedroom and he might be heard. Vince had to walk right past the master bedroom to get to his own room.
He saw that the door was open a crack before he got to it. No wonder he could hear everything so well. The woman was making soft whimpering noises, talking and half crying. His father was just grunting hard.
"Lew, oh, my God, no! Jeez, honey it won't go. It's too tight-ooohhh."
"Relax, baby. Christ, it's going in. You're going to take my nuts off!"
"Lew, you're fucking the shit outta me!" She sounded scared, maybe hurt, yet she had stopped telling him to take it out.
Vince moved close to the door and squinted through the opening. They were on the bed, stark naked, his father over the woman who was face down on the bed, her body humped with her ass up in the air. His father was shoving his dick right up her asshole! Amazed and too shocked to move, Vince stood and watched.
The couple on the bed didn't know he was there. They didn't even remember that they'd left the door open after their last foray to the kitchen for nourishment. They'd carried sandwiches and beers back to the bedroom with them, forgetting to latch the door and believing themselves alone in the house. As they had been.
"Christ, you got the hottest little asshole in the county, Marge. I wanna fuck it."
"You're cock's too big!" she said breathlessly, but she didn't move away from him. She wanted it as much as he did. God, they'd had seventy-five kinds of sex since he'd brought her here last night. Why not asshole fucking? Matter of fact, she knew damned well she wanted it that way. His great big cock would ram right into her and make her cum from the rear gate too. She was already shivering with anticipation. God, if he only wasn't quite so big!
He grunted and pushed at her again. When she whimpered with pain, he relieved the pressure and leaned over her hunched body, putting his hands under her big swinging tits and into her steamy wet crotch. They hadn't cleaned up after the last session, and her cunt was juicy and dribbling with their mixed cums. He smeared a glob of the stuff on his fingers, then sat back and lathered his dick with it. He used the last few smears to rub her asshole, poking a fingertip slightly inside the sphincter to lubricate the opening.
"That'll do it, baby. Now, here come your loving big prick. Right in. Breathe-" He grabbed his meat and shoved it against her asshole, easing the head at the tight opening until it finally gave and admitted him. The swollen cock head speared into the circle of dark muscle.
Mareg moaned softly and breathed through her mouth, panting like a bitch in heat. He was in, really in. She could feel the tremendous pressure in her rectum, feel the hot searing scrape of his penis in her anal canal. He was pushing steadily, sinking it deeper and deeper, easing back only a fraction of an inch each time before he shoved forward again. Looking under her own body, she could see his heavy-hanging balls dangling below the vee of her thighs like two swinging wreckers. He pushed again, and it felt like her insides were splitting open. He was all the way in her now. Hot and heavy and very big.
"Yeah, baby...."
"Oh, God!"
"Here it cums, Margie doll, here it cums!" He grabbed her buttocks and began fucking the tight asshole. It was squeezing his cock so hard it felt like everything would be pulled out of him before he had time to enjoy the act of fucking. She was tight, tighter than any cunt could ever be, and hers had been plenty good. It was his lucky day when she got on his car yesterday. He'd seen her before, of course. She took his bus several times a week, and last week with Doris gone, he'd made it a point to talk to this chick. And in a week's time they were friendly enough she didn't act too shocked when he asked her to have a couple of beers with him when he finished work. The beers had mellowed them, and he'd brought hers here. Her and her big tits and her tight cunt and her even tighter asshole.
He fucked in slow motion, afraid of tearing her open if he got too rough; and afraid of ripping himself to shreds at the same time. It felt like his skin was being torn from his prick! It also felt so goddamn hot he thought he'd explode. He couldn't hold back the load bubbling deep in his balls. It was going to cum, and it was going to cum now.
Marge felt the hot load spurt into her, and she gasped as it set her guts on fire and stirred new passion. His cum was gooey and bubbling in her asshole like lava in a volcano, and she had forgotten any pain the big prick caused going in. She was hotter than hell, and she wanted to cum too.
"Hot, need fuckin'."
He heard and understood, but he wasn't ready to pull out and roll her over. He was still oozing hot cum up her rear gate and it felt too wonderful to quit. He grabbed under her body, hugging her close and searching for her cunt with his hands. In it, he began to fuck her with one hand while he kept the beat of his cock in her. He could hardly breathe, but it no longer seemed important.
His cock was getting softer in her asshole, some of its terrible urgency gone now that he had filled her and emptied himself. The thick stuff was bubbly out around his slackening dick, smearing both of them with new layers of sweat and semen. His hand was fucking away at her cunt, driving hard into the hot wet tunnel and pressing on her clitoris each time he moved. She was wild with need and lust.
"Yes, Lew, give it to me, oh God, give it to me, harder!" She moaned and twisted with him, trying to force her own orgasm and being caught in the fury of it. She had cum dozens of times since they'd gotten here last night, and it never seemed like enough. More, she wanted more.
Then the hot bubbly need surged and she knew she was ready.
"I'm cumming, Lew, I'm cumming!!!" She pressed her face into the tangled bedclothes and screamed with agony and passion. The climax exploded in her belly, hot rays of pleasure swept through her like a forest fire on a windy day. Her body ached and burned with the fever of lust. Her tits ached as the nipples became turgid, bursting forth like rosebuds. She was riding the crest of the wave.
He moved so swiftly she didn't realized he'd changed position until his cock was in her. He'd managed to pull back and come up between her legs dog fashion, and he pounding it home. The slight softening that had begun was gone now, and he was hard and hot in her cunt. She was still at the peak of her orgasm, and the big prick slamming up into her prolonged it until she was breathless and dizzy. His body slapped against hers, his huge hard balls hitting her ass and scraping her tender aroused tissues. She was going out of her mind. She tried to tell him.
"Aaahhhggg, uuuggghhh, ooohhhh, aaahhhh." No words would form. She was a molten mass of quivering passion, and she was out of her mind with the suddenly renewed pleasure of her flesh. Her mind screamed the words for her. "I'm cumming, oh good Lord, I'mmm cccuuummmmmmiiinnnggg."
When Lew heard her moans of pleasure, it turned him on again, and his cock became ramrod hard. He yanked it out of her and put it in her cunt, aiming it with his hands and having no trouble finding the spot which was loose and wet and dripping all over him and the bed. Then he was in that golden, glorious pussy and she was cumming all over him. Her hot cunt juice was like boiling oil, and it was setting him on fire again. How many times had he cum with this dish? Christ, she really turned him on. He was going to cum again, no doubt about that. Just shot a load up her asshole, and he was ready with more for her cunt.
"Yeah, baby, cum. Cum with me. Right now. I'm giving you all I got." He felt the quick pull of his muscles and the ejaculation spurted hot into her. The tip of his cock was hitting hard at the end of her love tunnel and it felt like she was trying to shove his stuff back into him. It was like trying to get toothpaste back in a tube-no way. He grunted and his wad spurted and drained him.
He was heaving for breath, exhausted for the moment, his cock going limp again. This time he'd need a little time to recuperate. He felt her go limp under him, and he let his knees slide so he fell with her, his cock still inside her. He rolled to his side, pulling her over with him and keeping his limp cock in her cunt. He closed his eyes and lay with her, enjoying that last warmth of her sexy body. She said nothing, but she was breathing as hard as he was.
In the doorway, Vince watched his father and the woman flop to the bed. Wow! How about that? His old man had fucked her right in the asshole! And from the way he'd grunted and groaned, it had been fun and he'd liked every second of it.
Vince backed away from the door, afraid that his father or the woman might glance in his direction now that they were not totally absorbed in screwing. He hurried to his own room and quickly shut the door.
His brother Johnny was standing near the bed grinning at him "Enjoy the show?"
"Huh? Whatta ya mean?"
"I saw you watching pop and that girl. You were watching them fuck."
"No I wasn't." Vince felt his face flush.
Johnny laughed. "Quite a show, ain't it?"
"You were watching them, too?"
Johnny nodded. "I played sick at school today and got permission to come home right after lunch. They've been going at it all day, just like last night. Jeez, if mom ever found out!"
"You wouldn't tell her!"
"Naw, I guess not. It ought to be good for a nice raise in our allowances from pop, though."
Vince walked to his desk and fiddled with some of the papers on it. "You tell pop I'm home?"
"Me? No, he doesn't even know I'm here. I'm supposed to be staying over at Mike's tonight, too. I figure I can get out of the house the next time they get all tangled up in each other. They'll never know I was here unless I want them to know." He shrugged and looked very pleased with himself. "I've had three hours of prime time viewing already!"
"Did you see a lot of different things? I mean, were they fucking all ways?"
Johnny looked at him strangely. "What do you know about it? You're just a baby, never seen fucking before."
Vince looked away and blushed again, caught in a trap of his own making. "Nothing, forget it."
"No. Tell me. You been up to something I don't know about?"
"No, I was just asking."
"What do you know about fucking?"
"Nothing, lemme alone! Jeez, I've peeked at mom and dad, just like you have," he said beligerently.
Johnny crossed the room in three long strides and grabbed Vince's arm, turning him to face him. "You're lying, I can tell. Come on now, give. Tell me what you've been up to, or I'm gonna tell pop you're home."
Vince shook his head. "Don't!"
"You weren't in school today. Where were you?"
"Where?"
"Downtown."
"What were you doing downtown, and where did you get the money? You holding out on me?"
"You're hurting me, let go!"
Johnny let go of his arm but stood his ground. "Tell me right now or I go get pop."
"Jeez, dummy, don't do that. So I cut school? Big deal."
Suspicious suddenly, Johnny said, "What time did your plane get in yesterday?"
Vince shrugged, and Johnny pushed past him and grabbed the ticket jacket from the wastebasket where Vince had tossed it last night. He shoved Vince aside with his elbow when he tried to get it.
"You little creep. You got home yesterday morning. Where were you all day?"
"Around."
"Around where?" Johnny grabbed his arm again and twisted it. "Where?"
"Downtown, at a hotel." Vince's eyes filled with tears of pain as Johnny twisted his arm.
"A hotel? What the hell were you doing in a hotel?"
Vince knew there was no way to get out of telling his brother the whole story. Maybe he could get by with a couple of near truths.
"I met someone on the plane who needed a guide, you know, for the seeing the city. It was a chance to make a few bucks so I took it. Heck, I wasn't going to go to school yesterday anyhow and pop didn't know I was coming home, did he?"
Johnny was suddenly very interested. "Who was this guy you met?"
"Not a guy, a woman. She lives in Los Angeles, and she sat next to me on the plane, that's all."
"And you spent all day with her...."
"Yeah." Vince went into a quick recital of the places they'd gone and the things they'd seen and done, leaving out the details of the sex play and intercourse and the time they spent in the hotel room.
But Johnny wasn't buying it at face value. "Did you go to her hotel room with her?"
"Sure, while she put her suitcases away."
"How old is she?"
Vince shrugged. "I dunno. Older than mom, I think. She looks it."
Johnny was silent for a moment. "You seeing her again?"
It caught Vince by surprise and his expression gave him away before he could lie.
His brother said, "You are, huh? When?"
"Tonight."
"You going sightseeing at night?" There was a sly note in Johnny's tone.
"Sure, lots of things to see at night."
"Yeah, sure. Answer me one more question, baby brother. How come after you spend two days with some old woman you're all of a sudden an expert on sex and fucking? All of a sudden you know enough to ask a hell of a lot of questions?" He grabbed his arm again and yanked him to the bed, forcing him down and pinning him with his body atop him, knee in his back.
"Oww, you're hurt in' me!"
"Shut up, pop'll hear you!" Johnny pressed Vince's face into the bed but he let up on his arm. "Now tell me."
Almost crying, Vince said, "Okay, okay. Let me up."
Johnny let him sit up, staying right beside him. Vince told him about Maggie, about how she'd come out of the shower with nothing on but a robe and how she's sat beside him and what happened.
Johnny forgot his big brother act. "You mean you screwed her?" He was incredulous.
Vince felt very important all of a sudden. "Yeah, I sure did."
"Tell me about it. What did it feel like, how'd you do it to her, what'd she do to you?" The questions tumbled from Johnny eagerly. His eyes were glinting with excitement.
Suddenly Vince knew his brother wasn't mad, he was jealous! Johnny had never been fucked, never laid with a naked woman! He was three years older than Vince, but Vince was way ahead of him in this now! Vince hugged his arms across his thin chest with glee and began to recite his adventures, not needing to elaborate on them because they were already so dramatic and not sure he'd know how if he wanted to. Somehow all that had happened between him and Maggie was still something of a dream that was hard to believe, except when he was with her, of course.
"Holy shit!" Johnny said in awe as Vince concluded his tale. "And you can't even cum. You don't have any balls yet, and you've had all the ass you want! Jeez!"
Vince grinned. "Yeah."
"You said you were seeing her again tonight? At the hotel?"
"Yeah." Vince was wary now.
"How come you came home at all?"
"I thought maybe you'd tell pop I was home, and he'd be mad if I didn't show up. I didn't know he was going to have her here still."
Johnny grinned. "Some hunk of ass, huh? Wonder where pop found her?"
"Did you know pop was playing around while mom's gone?"
Johnny shrugged and tried to look worldly, but Vince knew that it was all new to him, too.
"Say, this woman, Maggie?"
"Yeah?"
"Uh, well, I mean if she'd all you said, maybe she'd like some more action."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean how about letting me go to the hotel with you?"
"Jeez, no, that'd spoil everything!" Vince was aghast at the idea.
"How? I mean, jeez, if she likes fucking around with you, she'll love doing it with both of us, and from what you've told me, it would take more than two of us to tire her out."
"She'll be mad if she knew I told anyone."
"No she won't, not if she knows I won't talk any more than you did. We'll tell her I forced you to take me along."
"Well...."
"I can still call pop and rat on you."
"You wouldn't."
Johnny grinned. "Not if I can go with you tonight. Maybe we can go now, sneak out while pop's still got his hands full with that little dish.
Whattaya say, huh, Vince?"
It might be fun at that, he thought. "Okay."
CHAPTER NINE
Maggie rested when she got back to the hotel, calling room service and ordering a pitcher of martinis. She was already sorry the boy had left, even temporarily. Funny, she had never had, or needed, a marathon sexual activity, but her whole life seemed turned upside down the past two days. She couldn't sate herself with the boy, wanting him almost constantly, even when the two of them were exhausted.
During the car ride home, she'd caught herself several times looking at other boys, on the street or nearby on the car. Not only looking, but mentally undressing them and wondering what it would be like to have them in bed with her.
She had to abandon such dangerous lines of thinking. If she began approaching strangers, it could spell real trouble for her. My god, if Vince's parents ever found out, she was already in a hell of a lot of trouble.
Yet she couldn't push the boy from her mind. It was soothing to think of him instead of Ken's treachery. The only other comforting thought was Dave. She missed him, wanted him. Maybe she should go home. She could be just as angry with Ken there.
She poured a third martini from the pitcher even though she could already feel the first two more than was good for her. Her head buzzed slightly and she felt a euphoria that was pleasant and warm. She was getting sexy again, that was her trouble. Screwed half the morning and she was getting sexy again. It was just the novelty, she told herself. It would wear off, maybe even today when she had the boy at least once more before it was over.
She glanced dreamily at the clock and thought about going out to dinner. If Vince would be back by seven, she'd want to be back before he arrived. No, it seemed like too much trouble. She settled back with the drink instead.
She had shucked her suit and undergarments when she came in, showered quickly, and was now dressed only in a filmy negligee that she hadn't even bothered to fasten. The room was pleasantly warm, and she was completely relaxed.
When the knock came at the door, she glanced at the clock. Too early for Vince, barely five-thirty. She considered not answering at all. The chain was on so no maid could venture in, and no one else knew she was here; more than that, she didn't want to see anyone else.
The knock sounded again and she heard a whisper of sound. She put the cocktail glass on the nightstand and cross to the door. Vince had surprised her this morning, maybe he was early now.
"Yes?"
"It's me, Maggie, Vince."
She laughed and hurried to unlatch the chain and pull the door open, still not bothering to fasten the loose robe to hide her nudity. She was startled to see two boys outside the door. She looked at Vince, then at the other boy. There was a startling resemblance between them, the same eyes and bone structure, although the older boy's hair was considerably darker than towhead Vince. She grabbed the front of the robe closed and tried to smile.
"This is my brother, Johnny," Vince said.
She stepped back and let them enter, carefully bolting the door and putting the chain in place before she followed them into the room.
Vince was looking at her with saucer-like eyes. "Don't be mad, Maggie. Johnny's okay, he didn't tell my pa about me being home or nothing."
She was very uncomfortable and somehow not sure what to say or how to act. She looked at each of the boys in turn, then walked to the bed and sat, picking up her drink and sipping at it without looking at them.
"I made his bring me," Johnny said.
Maggie hesitated, then looked at the boy. His voice was softer than Vince's but still in the little-boy range that indicated he had not completed puberty. How old was he? Had Vince said? Her guess was twelve, maybe thirteen. Suddenly, she felt an excitement stir inside her. This was exactly the kind of child she'd been stealing glances at all day, the kind she'd been wondering what it would be like to have.
She raised the glass again and finished off the martini in a gulp, then fished for the olive with her fingers and popped it in her mouth. They were both watching her, pleading with their eyes.
"Don't be mad, Maggie." Vince looked like he was ready to cry.
"Why did you bring him?" she said.
"I made him," Johnny said.
She ignored him and kept her gaze on Vince until he looked away, then back at her. "I got home and my pop was with the woman he had there last night. Johnny caught me watching them, so we started talking about, you know, things. Sex." Vince's dark eyes met her gaze steadily. "He guessed the truth and he wanted to meet you."
She shifted her stare to the older boy. "Why?"
"Because I think you must be pretty nice to be so good to my kid brother."
That surprised her, as he must have known it would. She stared at the boy, trying to read his thoughts.
"I've never had anyone-you know-" He actually blushed.
So that was it. He was jealous. He was the older of the two and he felt deprived knowing his brother's experiences outdistanced his own.
"Never had anyone what?" she prodded. She wanted to hear him admit what he wanted, ask for it.
He shot a quick glance at Vince who was grinning widely. Then Johnny looked at her again. "Fuck me, or do the things you did with Vince. Awww, you know." He was all little boy then, unsure of himself and pleading for a treat.
Maggie laughed so suddenly that they both looked astonished. They stared at her for several moments, then began to laugh, too.
"Oh, you sweet darlings!" she said. "You sweet things!" Still laughing, she reached for the martini pitcher and poured the rest of the mixture into her glass. Tears rolled over her lids, and she was glowing all over.
"You're not mad then?"
"No, Vince, I'm not mad. Although I admit I was pretty shocked when I saw Johnny with you. I never dreamed...." She let it die. It made no difference now. They were here, and they were here for the same reason she was. There would be no difficulty in finding plenty to do. She licked her lips and smiled at them. She was already getting excited about having two of them! She tasted the drink and then gulped it.
"You said your father had a woman with him?"
The boys nodded, looking hurt and guilty at the same time. They admitted spying on the couple. "What were they doing?" Maggie asked.
Vince hopped onto the bed beside her and began to tell her how he'd stood in the doorway of the bedroom and watched the wild sex antics of the pair. He didn't seem shocked at the idea of his father's unfaithfulness, or even at his having a woman in his own bed at a time when his children might view him. Of course, he had believed them both away. Still, it was a risk he hadn't considered carefully. What kind of a man was he? A sexy one, that was for sure. According to Vince and Johnny's tale, the girl had been with the father since he came from work the night before. Vince, asleep, had wakened to the sound of the laughter and bed creaking, gone to look and seen them together then. He had considered running out, returning to Maggie, but it was past midnight and he didn't want to be stopped by a cop on the street and asked to account for his presence there. Besides, he said, he hadn't been sure she would be in her hotel. He thought maybe she might have gone out for a few drinks, or with some man she met.
The idea shocked Maggie because it had never occurred to her. Every moment she'd been away from Vince she'd spent thinking about him and wanting him back. She hugged him now and kissed the tip of his nose. "Darling...."
"Well, tell me, have either of you had dinner?"
"No."
"Then we should eat first. How long can you stay tonight? Does your father think you're coming back? Can you stay all night?" She surprised herself at the ease with which the questions poured out.
"We can stay all night," Vince said, looking at his brother for confirmation.
"Good. Then I'll get dressed and we'll go somewhere to eat. We'll still have plenty of time when we get back." She didn't say for what but she didn't have to. Eager eyes gleamed at her as the two heads bobbed in assent.
She went to the dresser and took out a bra and pair of panties. She slipped the robe off, and felt the instant appreciation of their eyes. Johnny was almost licking his lips as he watched her lean forward to capture her big tits in the twin cups of lace, then struggle to fasten the clasps behind her. Smiling, she selected a pair of knee-high hose from the satin kit in the drawer and sat to pull them on before she covered her crotch with the panties. She lifted each leg deliberately as she sat on the edge of the bed, letting the boys feast their eyes on her exposed crotch. She knew they were seeing, or imagining they were, her cunt.
Glancing down, she pretended to work the stocking over her toes and saw that her labia peeked through the thick mat of hair just enough to tease. When she finally had the stockings on, she bent again and put the panties over both feet, then stood and pulled the wispy cloth up over her body. The two pair of eyes tracked her progress like radar. She smiled and wiggled her hips and pulled the panties in place. They were sheer nylon, pale flesh color, so they barely made a haze over her flesh and made her cunt hair look misty. The boys were entranced.
She took an aqua pant suit from the clothes closet and donned it, then combed her hair and put on fresh lipstick. A half hour later they were in a cab heading for the Graf Zeppelin.
The boys were fascinated by the decor and museum atmosphere of the place, exclaiming over everything and asking hundreds of questions. Several people at nearby tables glanced in their direction and smiled. Maggie was sure they mentally tabbed her as mother to the two excited boys.
They had a leisurely meal, during which Maggie asked them questions about their schools and activities, and about their home life. Apparently their parents were very open about sexuality and sex, not hiding their nudity or even sex activities from the boys. Both Vince and Johnny admitted having spied on their parents in bed. Johnny said his mother had caught him once, and she hadn't done more than laugh and call him a curious little minx.
Maggie thought about her own shyness with her son while he was in his formative years. There had never been any easy acceptance of nudity or sex matters. She knew that Ken had had a talk with Dave about the birds and bees or whatever, but the rest of his sex education had been gained in school, until she had encouraged and insisted he stay the other morning. Was it only yesterday? It seemed a lifetime away.
Maggie had a creme dementhe while the boys had second cokes. Then they cabbed back to the hotel and went upstairs. It was quarter to nine.
Sighing, Maggie collapsed into the big armchair and watched the two boys perch on the edge of the bed. "Get undressed," she told them.
They obeyed, and she sat and watched, fascinated by the twin slim bodies, hairless chests and narrow hips and then....
They managed to get their shorts off almost at the same instant, and Maggie didn't know which one to turn to first. They stood before her, naked and gorgeous, and her mouth watered and her belly ached.
Johnny's cock was a good inch and a half longer than his brother's and thicker around by far. It was not quite as big as Dave's but close. His scrotum hung heavy behind the prick like twin mounds of dark corrugated skin. No hair. She was glad.
"Come here," she said, and her voice was hoarse with emotion.
The two stepped closer and she reached for them, touching first their hips and then moving her hand down across their bellies to the tempting genitals. She flicked each cock, felt the flaccidness and saw the closure of the foreskin.
The four martinis before they'd left, another at the restaurant, the after dinner drink, made her head buzz now. Or was it her pulse screaming inside her skull? Her passion building and threatening to burst? Two lovely young boy bodies, waiting....
"Help me up," she whispered, holding a hand out to each of them. They pulled her to her feet and she swayed, eyes half closed. "Undress me...."
Eager hands were all over her, undoing buttons and zippers, skimming her blouse back over her shoulders and down her arms, pulling the slacks over her ample hips and freeing her feet. One of them pulled off her shoes and tossed them aside while the other worked the short nylons down and got them off. Then they both turned to the more exciting task of removing her underwear. She licked her lips which were suddenly dry and watched them.
They each had a side of the elastic, yanking it downward and stopping when they had it clear of her hips. They were too fascinated by her hairy snatch to remember their work right away.
"Jeez," Johnny said, rubbing his hand over the hairy mound, feeling the coarse hair tickle his palm. She was very warm and the sudden musky-sweet fragrance that emanated from the dank triangle made him almost drunk. He shoved his hand between the lovely curly-haired gates and felt the sudden heat of her cunt. "Jeez."
Vince grinned and finished the task of pulling the panties off. "You like it, Johnny?"
"God." Johnny's hand was moist where it touched her flesh. She was all wet down there, hot and wet. He pushed deeper into the thick flesh folds. She was standing with her legs only slightly apart, so he was caught in a delightful warm trap, one he never wanted to escape. He could feel his balls stirring, his cock twitching.
"Finish, hurry!" Maggie was panting already.
Vince jumped up and got behind her. His small fingers fumbled with the fastenings of the bra and finally managed to get them loose. Maggie's tits spilled out and bobbed against her rib cage. Vince put his arms around her body, grabbing for them and clutching at her breasts greedily. He was watching himself in the big mirror over the dresser, and Maggie smiled at his reflection. His hand cupped her tits, mauled them eagerly. She could feel her nipples becoming turgid.
Johnny was still on his knees in front of her, his head bent to her crotch and his fingers exploring the dark crevice hesitantly. She could feel them skim past her clitoris, delve between the hot wet thick lips of her labia and penetrate to the tiny layers of woman flesh that hid her cunt. He'd never touched a woman's cunt before, it was obvious from the way he prodded carefully, only teasing the edges of her passion. Still, she was already horny, her cunt lubrication flowing steadily. This was going to be the most wonderful night of her life.
"Mmm, uuummm."
"Let's go on the bed," Vince said, close to her ear. She realized he was standing on the chair behind her, his face at her shoulder. She smiled.
"Yes, let's."
"Move, Johnny, over to the bed."
Johnny obeyed his brother's instructions, stumbling over himself and trying to hold on to Maggie but failing.
Maggie moved in a daze. Her head was still spinning, but it was more than the liquor now. She was drunk with need and wanting. She fell across the bed, wishing it were a double so they'd have more room, then banishing the notion as both boys crowded close to her. They had room to spare on the twin bed.
Her palms were damp and she touched first one, then the other of them, not sure what she wanted first but knowing she wanted everything and anything she could have from both of them. She grabbed Vince's cock and began to love it. He grinned and bent to whisper in her ear.
"Suck Johnny off. He's never had it."
Giggling, Maggie nodded. "Come here, Johnny. Up here, no turn this way so I can get at you." She curled him close to her head and fondled his genitals. The cock twitched and she knew he would be aroused very quickly. He was older than Vince, old enough to have hard cores inside his balls. A new wave of dizzy delight passed through her. She tugged at his cock, stretching it to its full length and examining the pale skin as though it were the eighth wonder of the world. It was. The foreskin was dark-edged, hanging over the tube like a glove, puckered almost shut at the end. He had a lot of foreskin, more than either Vince or Dave, or even Ken or other men. The long silky sheath hung almost a half inch below the end of his cock tip. She poked a fingertip at it, probing slightly but really unable to gain an entry in the soft flesh. Somehow that struck her as funny, and she giggled again.
She abandoned the effort and grabbed his nuts instead. God, that meant he could cum, really cum! She gulped the sudden flood of saliva that filled her mouth.
"Come down," she told him.
He lowered his body and the cock brushed over her lips. She licked it, then opened her mouth and coaxed the limp organ between her lips, to her tongue. Then she was sucking hard at him, and he was groaning with ecstasy. "Aaaggghhh...."
"Good, huh?" Vince was delighted with everything! He moved down between Maggie's legs, letting his own little limp penis push against her warm flesh to try to encourage it to firmness. He pushed her legs apart, and she felt him and moved them to a wide vee. He lay between them, face pressed into the hairy nest. He used his hands to spread her and his unjaded tongue to taste her delicious nectar again. It was sweeter than ever!
"Jeez!" Johnny felt the tremor begin as soon as she sucked his cock into her hungry mouth. Looking down at her, he could see her watching the tool slide in and out of her pursed mouth. Just seeing her was enough to make him horny! She seemed to be enjoying every second of her taste-testing. Johnny had watched suck-offs before. His pop liked to have his thing licked and guzzled this way. He remembered early this afternoon, before Vince came home, he'd watched that chick play like this with pop. Only pop's prick was so damned big it had almost choked the girl, and he'd cum right in her throat! He remembered how the girl had coughed and gagged, unable to keep up with the quick flow of hot semen the man shot into her. But she hadn't complained. When it was all over, she'd licked her lips and then went over pop's cock like a cat licking cream.
Now Maggie was making him hard by sucking his thing. Jeez, it felt good. Johnny could feel a rumbling sensation deep in his guts, down where his sex organs had roots. He knew what it felt like to cum. Hadn't he awakened in the middle of the night several times this past year, aching and with his dick hard as a rock and hurting so much he had to grab it and jerk himself off? This was better, and he knew he would cum. He knew it would be every bit as great as Vince said it was, even more because he had something to give her. He was manufacturing a load of cum right now.
Maggie was beside herself with pagan joy. The cock in her mouth was firming, growing with promise. The head was out of the foreskin now, silky and hard on her tongue. Her lips pressed around the base of the head, feeling the satin skin of the under flesh and the thick ridge where the cap formed. Her tongue flicked at the sensitive cord of skin that joined the two and the boy whimpered and twisted harder into her mouth. He liked what he was getting as much as she liked giving it to him. If he came this way, would he be able to fuck her, too? God, she wished she knew more about the capabilities of boys! Maybe they were like men, each an individual in his responses and potential. Some men she knew could cum only once and they were done for a night. Others bounced back readily and were good for several rounds. She had marveled at Vince being able to respond to her lovemaking as often as he had. Was his brother the same? Could she keep this child hard even after he shot one load of cum for her?
God, she wished she knew. She was greedy. She wanted him to cum in her mouth and drive her crazy. With Vince at her cunt the way he was going, it would be easy to have a double orgasm by tongue and prick!
God! She let the boy take over the fucking motion. He was wild over her now, his slim young body driving at her face and his ramrod cock spearing into her mouth full length. It was just right, not gagging her but filling her mouth nicely and letting her feel all parts of it. When he plunged, the base was hard at her lips, his balls slapping her chin, his pubic mound pressing her nose and cutting off her breath for a second. When he pulled back for another thrust, she clamped her lips tighter, holding him inside her mouth so she never lost touch with him and so the cock exerted full pressure on her hungry lips. The cock head scraped the roof of her mouth, the ridge catching on her teeth. He was very hard now, swollen and hot.
Johnny was almost delirious with the pleasure that filled him. Part pleasure, part agony. His guts ached, shooting pains raced through his groin, his balls were on fire, pulling and threatening to explode. He didn't know if he could stand any more. Was it always like this, or only the first time?
Ohhh, Jeez! Ooohhh, jeeeezzzz! He gasped the sounds aloud, beside himself with the sudden pressure. He was going to cum, he couldn't hold it back!
"Aaagghh, God!" He felt the hot spurt, the pause. He slammed his body against her face, driving the prick as far into her throat as far as it would go, pressing his flesh against her mouth and face, wanting to crawl inside her and let her devour his heat. Then he was cumming with full fury, the hot sticky stuff pouring out of him like wads from a pellet gun, shooting his stuff into her mouth and feeling her gulp it down. He put out a load of cum like he'd never done jacking himself off.
"Aaaawww, mmmm, Jeeeeessssuuusss Chrrrisssttt!!!"
Vince heard and felt his brother's sudden tension and knew what was happening. Johnny was cumming, giving it all to Maggie's gulping hot mouth. It was probably closer to the truth to say Maggie was taking Johnny's cum! Vince remembered how she'd sucked him, demanding anything he had to give. Now she was repeating her act with Johnny. Lucky Johnny! Vince stabbed his tongue up into Maggie's cunt and did all the things she had shown him she liked so much. She was cumming, too, then, filling his gulping mouth with the hot slime he'd developed such a taste for. She was cumming, too.
Maggie was aware that Vince was playing with her clitoris and cunt. It added to her excitement of having Johnny in her mouth, and it brought her to white heat so fast it took her breath away. She had been floating in an alcoholic fog minutes ago, now she was perched on the precarious peak of sheer ecstasy, ready to plummet into sensual pleasure and be lost in it. Vince's tongue speared between her cunt folds, opened her wide and searched inside. He probed around, circling the inner passage with his tongue the way he had with his finger last night. God, she was hot, she wanted both of them. She knew she was building to an orgasm that would be swift and mighty, and she had no desire to hold it back. Do with her what they would....
Then she was cumming. Her moans were cut off by the hot load of boy cum that spurted, paused and spurted again in her mouth. He was shoving his hard prick deep into her throat, and she could only gulp his love juice as fast as he poured it out. His cock seemed to build new heat, burning her lips and tongue as it slid back and forth in the delivery of its goods. She was only dimly aware of the cries he uttered above her.
She was far too engrossed in what was happening to her. The hot cum was a burning trail from her mouth to belly. Below, Vince had set off an explosion of unbridled passion. Her cunt squeezed on his tongue, gripping it as her uterus jerked in the spastic orgasm of lust. She felt the new flood of love juice gurgle from her, fill the boy's gulping mouth, just the way her own mouth was being filled with his brother's cum. The orgasm filled her, the cock in her mouth and the tongue in her cunt seeming to send out hot waves that met deep in her belly. Her entire body trembled and she moaned wordlessly.
"Uuuggghhh, mmmmmm, uuuhhh, aaaggghhh...."
It was endless, and it was heaven. It was burning her body to hot ashes, yet she shivered. It was beyond description.
Johnny was drained and he could feel his cock begin to lose its stiffness. She was still gulping at him moaning and groaning as though she never wanted to let go. Jeez! He'd cum! Man, had he cum!! It had been better than ten jack-offs in the night! No wonder Vince had been so eager to get back to this hot old broad. Christ, what a lay! He suddenly knew what all the dirty words, all the smart talk his pals and he had engaged in meant. He'd been laid! He'd fucked a woman-maybe not in her cunt-but fucked her just the same. A hot woman had taken his nuts off!
Vince had said she didn't quit after the first cum. That meant there was more in store! Hot damn.
He glanced down at Maggie, saw the ecstasy on her face. Her eyes were closed and her lips were pursed around his dingus, now deflating despite her sucking. She didn't seem to care at the moment; she was perfectly content just having him in her mouth. Where the hell was Vince?
Johnny turned to look, then saw Vince between Maggie's legs, lapping away at her cunt. No wonder she looked so content. Curious, he watched for several moments, wondering what her cunt juice tasted like, then pulling his dick out of her mouth and scooting down the bed to join his brother.
"Lemme taste." He shoved Vince's shoulder. Vince lifted his head, his mouth flecked with white stuff.
"Sure." He moved so Johnny could take his place at the Y of Maggie's body. Maggie moaned and stretched a hand blindly, touching Vince's head and running her fingers through his hair. He squirmed around and put her hand to his cock. She took it more than willingly and began to pump it. He was still soft, but the now-familiar strain had begun in his belly and he knew she would bring him to an erection soon. She really turned him on. He liked it. Funny, he even liked watching Johnny go at her. It had made him feel good to hear Johnny grunt out his cum in Maggie's mouth, almost as if it had been Vince's own experience. Like he felt when he'd watched his father screw that girl, whoever she was.
Now, he stayed where he could watch Johnny lap her cunt and where Maggie could reach him easily and play with his tool. She'd have it hard in no time.
He saw Johnny's tongue lick along the red folds of erotic flesh between Maggie's legs. Johnny was holding the thick lips open, staring with wonder at the glistening warm red layers inside. He was pulling them apart, lapping his tongue full length along each of them probing into the deep crevices and little hidden spaces where her cum stuff clung. Then he was probing the dark tunnel, first with a finger, then with his tongue. Then he was tongue-fucking Maggie's cunt like all get out! He was really going to town!
Maggie's hand moved faster and faster on Vince's cock. It was as if she equated her own sexiness with his need, and she was giving him what she was feeling. Vince scooted up more, wanting to put his dick in her mouth and let her suck it but afraid of breaking the spell of the moment for her. What he really wanted was to get all hard and hot, then shove it up her asshole! Ever since he'd watched his father do that to the girl this morning, he'd been thinking about what it would feel like to put his dick into Maggie's asshole. Tight, he'd bet. The girl had cried when his father forced an entry, but then his father was a hell of a lot bigger than he was. Maybe Maggie wouldn't mind. Maybe it wouldn't hurt her at all. Maybe she'd like it and let him experience the joy of asshole fucking her.
Christ, she was cumming again! Maggie writhed, clamping her thighs to the head between them, forcing the hot little tongue to stay in her cunt and bring her to the new climax of heat and passion. She was cumming.
"I'm cumming, oh, God, don't stop, don't stop. I want it hard. Yesss, that's the way, more, more, ohhh, uuummmm, yyyeeess, I'mmm cccuuummmmmmiiinnnggg!!"
She rode the high heady wave of pleasure to its crest, felt herself swept out of focus and into the cloying whirlpool from which there was no escape. She was drowning in the orgasm, suffocating and unable to breathe. Her belly erupted like a spewing volcano, showering her entire body with molten lava, killing her with love.
"Aaaggghhh...."
When it was over, she lay limp, still holding Vince's baby cock lovingly. She'd forgotten about it in the heat of her own need, and now she began to manipulate it slowly. Her body was numb with pleasure, tingling sensations raced from her groin and down her legs, making her toes curl. The two orgasms in such proximity had taken her breath away, and all she wanted to do was hold the darling children who'd given them to her.
"Come up here," she murmured to Vince.
He understood, and seconds later he was curled around her head so she could turn sideways and take his tool in her mouth. She suckled it like a baby.
Johnny gasped for air and retreated from the swamp of Maggie's cunt. Jeez, what a surprise! She'd cum almost like a man, pouring out hot slime for him to drink up. She kept yelling for him not to stop. That was the furthest thing from his mind! God, he'd have drunk up her joy juice all night if it had kept cumming. The way she clamped his head between her legs like a vise! Man, he'd almost passed out with excitement.
Now she was sucking away at Vince's prick just like she was ready to start all over. Vince looked so damned peaceful-like they'd done this before and he knew what was coming. They had done it before. Man, lucky Vince. Johnny wondered how long Maggie was staying in town?
There was no hurry; from what Vince said, she could teach them both a lot in a very short time. And they had all night, the whole fucking night to spend together. Maggie had made sure of that before she wasted any time taking them out to dinner.
All night. It was really going to be something! Johnny felt a surge of emotion and physical lust deep in his balls. Maybe he'd cum again.
CHAPTER TEN
For a long time the trio lay together on the bed, Maggie sucking Vince's little cock and arousing it to a degree of firmness, Vince just content to be nuzzled and made alive again, and Johnny was moving his head to her tits and sucking there.
He'd never tasted tit before, and his first taste told him why men got so hung up on breasts. It was delicious, and exciting in lots of ways. The new experience, the lovely textured flesh that was alternately soft and hard, the excitement of knowing that he was rousing her again. Her body twitched from time to time and she turned so the full weight of her tit fell onto his mouth. She liked it, and she wanted more.
He grabbed the nipple in his teeth and nibbled at it gently, and at the same time, he worked his tongue over the tip in quick motions. Her chest heaved and the tit seemed to grow warm under his palms. He was holding her with both hands, lifting and caressing the montrous weight of the tit as he sucked it. Then he freed one hand and sent it down her body in search of another warm place he remembered.
He curled his fingers into her cunt and poked around in the matted hair. She was very wet, and her vagina opened for his fingers easily. Then he was inside her again, digging at her pulpy hot flesh, sinking his fingers into the deep cavity of her love hole and feeling the hot slime of her lovemaking smear over him. More than anything, he wanted to get hard again and shove his meat up inside her cunt. He should have waited before, made her let go of him and let him put his dick in her pussy. He almost laughed aloud. He'd been so fucking hot he hadn't been thinking of anything but letting her suck him off. He really wondered if cunt could be any better than what he already had had. He wanted to find out, and he felt the hard strain of pelvic muscles that told him he wouldn't have to wait long. He was getting another hard-on. Christ, he was coming back strong!
He arched his spine, pressing his body to her flesh. His cock hit her thigh and he squeezed hard against her. The pressure felt good, exciting ... He began to preen himself like a cat against her, forcing his own dick to slide back and forth on her naked flesh and arousing himself. It was like masturbating, only more fun.
Maggie's cunt muscles tightened and released on his fingers as she encouraged him in his play. She in turn, increased the pressure and speed of her fellatio on Vince. She was still in that churned, pussycat stage, warm all over and delightfully secure. She couldn't think of anyplace she'd rather be or anything she'd rather be doing. This had to be heaven! She also couldn't help thinking how patient and eager the two boys were. Not like so many men who rolled off as soon as they'd had their cum, leaving her to cool all too quickly. It was much nicer to stay on the sex high, never sober up and come back to reality.
God, he was making her hot. If this was his first time with a woman as he and Vince claimed, he had mastered the art of bringing her to white heat very quickly. His fingers were plunging into the wet heaviness of her passion, spreading her vulva and jabbing into the slick inner canal, poking at every erotic spot. His thumb was firmly hooked on her clitoris, sliding it back and forth with erratic pressure that was driving her crazy. This time, the little cock in her mouth would not be able to quench her thirst with semen, but the hand below would bring her to orgasm alone. Maybe most of it was in her mind....
The past two days had been glorious, far more pleasurable than any she'd ever known. The orgasms seemed more complete, more wonderful and more exciting. Was it in her mind? Was it the idea of forbidden fruit, having two young boys who were virtual strangers to her? Maybe it would be this way with any young male flesh. It had been with Dave, too.
Dave ... Oh, God....
Then the slate of her mind was wiped clean as Johnny's talented hand brought her to a new peak of readiness. Her passion was a swirling whirlpool of fire in her belly, and her legs were quivering. She tried to raise her knees slightly, let him hit her hard, but already it was too late and there was no need. The orgasm exploded in her uterus and cunt, flooding her with hot cum juice, shaking her body and forcing her to push down hard at the plunging hand in her pussy. The intensity of her action and her need surprised the boy so he let go of her tit and concentrated on what he was doing. Maggie inhaled deeply, unable to scream because of the now-hard little cock in her mouth. She grunted, writhed and pulled at the sex organ as her own white heat exploded in orgasm.
Vince knew what was happening. She was cumming again. He could see Johnny working away at Maggie's twat, hand fucking her to beat the band. Maggie's sucking motions at his cock had grown faster and harder as she got more and more excited, and Vince closed his eyes and pretended he was fucking his piece up her asshole. Wow! It felt so fucking good, he hoped she'd never stop. He was still in the building stage, not ready to expend his energy in the final thrust of near-orgasm he'd discovered he could attain. The torture of the building pressure was so damned good, he'd like it to go on forever. He wanted to fuck her asshole, and he wouldn't be happy until he did.
Johnny became aware of the change in the woman's movement and breathing. She was gonna cum again! She was pulling and pushing at his hand so hard it felt like he was caught in a steel trap, but a steel trap that was lined with hot, wet velvet. He let go of her tit and raised himself on one elbow so he could look down to her cunt. It was still all so new to him that he marveled at the sight of his hand inside her and her gulping hot tissues eating him up. His cock was getting awfully hard now, and he was ready to try to slip it in her.
Then she was cumming, and it was too late, for now at least. He pounded his fingers in and out of her and felt her body go rigid, then limp as orgasm swept through her. A heavy sudden flow of her secretions bathed his hand. Christ, had she cum!
He kept diddling her even after she lay limp and still, all her passion spent for the moment. Vince was still curled over her head, his cock sunk in her mouth. Vince was watching him and grinning. Johnny grinned back.
"Nice, huh?"
"Jeez!"
"I told you so."
"Holy shit, she's great." He glanced at Maggie and saw that her eyes were closed and the red lips around Vince's dick were curved in a smile. She liked to hear them talk about her.
He looked at his brother again. "You think she'll let me fuck her cunt?" Maggie didn't open her eyes, but her vaginal muscles tightened and squeezed his fingers. He already had her answer!
Vince said, "Sure. She never gets enough. If I'd been able to get a new hard-on this morning, we never would have gone out at all. Bet we would have stayed here and fucked all day!"
The two boys laughed, and Vince felt Maggie's tug at his cock imbedded in her oral cavity. She was agreeing with him.
"Maybe we can' fuck all night," Vince said. "You hard again?"
Johnny nodded. "You bet. Christ, it's beginning to hurt I'm so hard. I wanna put it in her cunt." He began to finger her clitoris and try to excite her again.
"You know what I wanna do?"
"What?"
"Fuck her asshole. I saw pop do it to that girl this afternoon. Jeez, I never knew a guy could do that. Made me horny just watching them!"
"Think she'll let you?"
Vince shrugged and looked down at Maggie. "Will ya, Maggie? Can I fuck your asshole."
"Oh, God!" Maggie murmured around the prick filling her mouth. "Oh, God YES!" She was fully conscious now, eyes open and senses alert. These two lovely creatures wanted to play wonderful games, and they wanted her to teach them. Asshole fucking! Why hadn't she thought of that! She'd had it, of course. Several times, but it had always been a somewhat painful experience that seemed designed for the man's pleasure far more than for the woman's. Maybe it was the big cocks tore her up too much. A little cock would be different, and better! And two little cocks ... She let her fantasy roam for a minute. If there were some way she could have them both at the same time....
"Why not?"
She let go of Vince's pretty little prick and sat up so she could look at both of them. "Yes," she said. "You can both have your wishes." She giggled. "I'm your fairy godmother who can grant them." She touched Johnny's slim hip, feeling the smooth flesh and warming her hand on it. She inched around to his belly and then down to his hairless genitals. His cock was lovely and hard, ready for action. She pumped it gently and smiled at him. "Yes, you can fuck me. Do you think you can cum again?"
"I think so. God, it sure feels like it. Ooohh, don't stop," he protested as she started to take her hand away.
Maggie giggled. "Eager. How about you, Vince?"
"Sure, look." He shoved his hips forward so that his tiny flagpole cock speared toward her. She laughed again.
"All right. First we play, get me all nice and hot again. Then you both do your own thing and fuck me the way you want."
"Me first!" Vince yelled.
Maggie smiled and petted his prick. "How about both at the same time?"
"What?" They both looked startled.
She nodded. "Why not? Come on, get me nice and sexy and I'll show you how we can do it."
They didn't hesitate but both scrambled over her and began to explore her flesh with their hands, touching her breasts, fondling them and putting twin head together to nurse, one at each tit. Maggie moaned softly and cradled them in her arms. Then as the two boys held her and felt her heat rise, they both put hands to her crotch and began to finger her. Their eager hands touched each other inside her, fumbling fingers twining and sliding around as they fought for equal space. Maggie was delirious with joy. Two were twenty times more exciting than one!
She was unable to lie still more tnan a very few minutes. The speed with which her heat mounted took her breath away. It was almost as if just having the two young boys touch her was enough to put her whole sex mechanism in gear and ready her for lovemaking. Her cunt was wet, lubricating heavily as the two little hands played inside her. She could no longer tell which of them was doing what, but it didn't matter. All that mattered was that she was ready for them. Now.
The plan fell in place in her mind without conscious thought. It was as though she knew instinctively how they could accomplish the triple sex play, and she positioned them eagerly.
"Lie back," she told Johnny.
He did, his dark eyes watching her eagerly and his young cock standing up like a flagpole from his crotch. Maggie licked her lips and climbed over him, spreading her legs wide so her cunt opened like a maw to receive the offering. She lowered herself onto him, holding her cunt spread while he grabbed his cock and pointed it into the opening.
"Jeez...." He was watching it go in her, seeing the red wet lips lap at his flesh and then gobble it as she let her weight down slowly. He felt the incredible heat, the slimy wetness that was burning yet soothing at the same time. Then he was in her, and it almost drove him crazy. His eyes rolled and he flopped back on the pillow.
"Holy Christ...." He'd known it would be good, but his imagination hadn't been equal to the task of imagining how good!
Maggie sat still for several seconds, letting Johnny savor the delight he'd discovered. She tightened her cunt on his prick, pulling it into her body lovingly and watching him react with appropriate delight. "Nice?" she whispered.
"Wow!" He bobbed his head violently, as though afraid to trust himself to speech.
Maggie moved very gently and slowly at first, then speeding slightly and letting him feel the full fury of her passion. She knew it would not be hard to cum quickly, for either of them, but there was still Vince.
He hadn't forgotten, either. "Hey, what about me, you promised!"
"Of course, darling." Maggie smiled. "It's your turn now."
"How do I do it?"
"Climb behind me, then I'll lean over and you put it in. There's some cream there in the nightstand drawer, use it."
He scrambled and pulled open the drawer and extracted the tube of petroleum jelly Maggie kept for dry lips. When she nodded, he unscrewed the cap and squeezed a portion of the thick gel onto his palm, then rubbed it on the end of his cock. He dropped the tube and cap back on the table and crawled behind Maggie.
"I'll tell you when. Ready?"
"Yeah...." He was poised behind her, cock ready and aimed.
Maggie bent over Johnny, fucking him gently again to make sure he had not lost interest. He hadn't.
"Now, go ahead, put it in," Maggie told Vince.
She felt the first effort go wild, felt the warm jelly smear around her asshole. It was good, it would help him enter all the way, and it would help keep her soft so she could relax. Vince was stabbing at her again, this time finding his goal and pressing his baby cock head at the tight sphincter of her asshole.
"I got it! I got it! Jeez!"
"What? Tell me!" This from Johnny who was bug-eyed and staring. "It's going in...."
"Yes, I can feel it, ohhh, that's nice, so small and wonderful. Just right, just right. Push now, all the way, I want it in all the way...."
Vince leaned onto her ass, her beautiful round, fleshy ass. His cock sank deeper into the rear passageway of her body. It was so incredibly hot, he couldn't believe it; and tight! It was like having her fist and cunt squeeze him at the same time. The stuff he'd put on his cock oiled the passageway for him and it felt like she was wet and sexy in there too.
"Now fuck, both of you." Maggie's voice was barely a whisper. She felt the fusion of heat in her belly, the pressure of the two lovely hard rods inside her body, searching for each other and trying to meet in her depths. The pulse pounded in her ears and she was dizzy with delight. "Oh God, yes, yyyeeesss, fuck me, please fuck meee."
Johnny was powerless to move under her heavy weight. She relieved him of all responsibility by humping him, gnashing her body on his in coital motion, scoring his cock hard into her cunt, forcing his passion to soar and his need to burgeon. Christ, she was gonna make him cum, she was gonna make him cum for sure!
Vince clamped his arms around Maggie's body, grabbing on to her tits and hanging in there for support. She was moving so fast and furiously now it was all he could do to keep from coming out of her. It took several seconds for him to match the rhythm of his body to hers, then set it off a half beat so that when she pulled back, he was pushing forward. The motion gave double thrust to his fucking in her anal canal. He was in all the way, right to the goddamn base of his cock. She'd taken the whole thing. No wonder that girl and pop liked it so much. This was great!
No matter how ecstatic either of them was, Maggie was more so. She had never known such wondrous joy, such demands as her body was putting out now. She wanted both of them, wanted them to fuck into her until she was throbbing with her need and unable to hold the floodgate of passion closed any longer. She was fast approaching that stage. Her cunt was so wet she could hear the stuff gurgling out of her, feel it lather on the boy's cock and feel his swelling response to it. He was going to cum....
And so was she.
"Oh, God-"
"Jeez, I think, I think...."
"You gonna cum, Johnny?" Vince managed to get the words out between tortured breaths. His cock was on fire, readying whatever secretions his young body had to offer, ready to pour out his young passion and give this woman everything he had.
"Oh, my God." Maggie felt the first hot spurt of Johnny's relief. It detonated her own orgasm, set off the wildfire that could not be stopped. "I'mmm cccuuummmmmmiiinnnggg!!!" She humped, thrashed against him, felt his fuller ejaculation of boy semen spurt into her hot hugging canal. She felt the hard thrust of Johnny's cock as he gave her his youth and manhood. She was cumming, cumming with him and with Vince.
Vince held his breath as he felt the sudden quickening of his need and the tension of Maggie's asshole. Her whole body was pulling at him as she abandoned herself to the wild orgasm that was filling her. She was sucking his stuff right out of him. His muscles gave a final warning, strained deeply into her, and then released the hidden switch that made him feel as though he were cumming, too. It was like a great pain suddenly relieved. His body shivered, and he clung to Maggie's sweaty behind. He was cumming too.
"Aaaaggghhh, aaawww, yeeeaaahhh, I'mmm ccccuuummmmmmiiinnnggg, too!" He rode her for all he was worth.
Between them, Maggie felt the dual cannon blasts meet in her guts. Her uterus seemed to explode, sending hot sparks along every nerve ending, flooding her body with satisfaction it had never known. She lost track of time as she rode the glorious wave of ecstasy as long as it would carry her. She was aware of the cries of the two boys, their saying they were cumming, but she was too lost in her own orgasm, lost in the billowing hot cloud that engulfed her and drifted her in the special heaven she had created.
She didn't know how much later she came back to awareness. She was lying on the bed. Had she slept? She felt the warm bodies on either side of her and raised her head so she could look at them. They were both asleep, smiles turning up the corners of their mouths as though they were still dreaming of the pleasant time they'd shared. Poor darlings, they were exhausted.
She glanced at the clock and saw that it was three o'clock. She had slept! Carefully, without disturbing either of the boys, she reached down for the blanket and drew it up over them. Then she reached for the light switch at the base of the lamp and snapped it. The room was inky for a moment, then her eyes grew accustomed to the gloom and she could make out the outlines of the furniture, see the lighter patch across from the bed where the window was reflected in the big mirror.
She was very sleepy. All the drinking she'd done and the prolonged sex play had had their effect, and it was a very pleasant one indeed. She glowed as she had never done before, feeling good all over and tingling each time she contracted her belly muscles.
It had been wonderful-better than she had believed anything could be. She wished it could continue forever. It couldn't of course. She had to go back, back to Ken and Dave. With sudden clarity, her own foolishness was apparent to her. She had fled without even giving Ken a chance to explain. They had all been drunk the night of the party. God only knew how distorted the truth had become in everyone's mind. She couldn't even remember if Ken had made any explanation about the money. It was possible that he'd invested it wisely. He was no dummy where business was concerned. She should have at least waited until he got back to ask him. Suppose he was with Connie? Did that change anything? Lord, they were all adults, and with the wild sex parties they'd been having, it was only natural that some couple would make the first move to continue the party elsewhere. Could she say that she wouldn't have gone off to a motel or whatever with Cliff if he'd asked?
She sighed. She had to go home, there was no sense in being stupid any longer.
She felt the warm flesh touching her body as Vince turned in his sleep and pressed against her, one leg flopping over her thigh. She smiled. She couldn't bear to leave them, but she couldn't stay. Her life was in Los Angeles, not here. This had been a lovely, delightful interlude in her confused life, but now it was over. Well, almost. There was still tomorrow morning. They would shower and lay together again before she left.
And when she got home, there would be Dave. She and Dave had only begun. There was so much more for them, so much. Dave had only begun to know the nectar of life she had nurtured him on for twelve years. He had cum. That meant he was ready for far more than an occasional fellatio. He could fuck, making her cum just as strongly as she did him!
The thought made her flush with anticipation. Dave would be worried about her, wondering why she had run off and let him lose the power of sex she had elicited in him. She had to go back to him and pick up where she'd left off. She and Dave had a lot of living to do, and a very lot of loving.
She closed her eyes then, feeling at peace since she had made the decision. She would go home in the morning, and she'd be there when Dave came from school. She'd be there to welcome him.
She snuggled down between the two wonderful young bodies. They had been substitutes, she knew that now. Wonderful and more than exciting, but still substitutes. Substitutes for Dave.
What she really wanted was her son lying next to her, naked and exhausted from hours of sex. God, her belly ached thinking about it. She closed her eyes and pressed her ass against Johnny's curved body and pulled Vince close to her breast so she could feel his warm breath on her nipple.
