Keith squirmed nervously in his seat with his hands cupped over the throbbing cock bulge that tented his pants trying, with great difficulty, to concentrate on his drama teacher's suggestion.
"Keith, dear, did you hear what I just said?" Laura asked, smiling down at the trembling young boy.
"Y-yes Mrs. Peterson," he stammered.
Laura was leaning against her desk with one leg casually hooked over the corner of it exposing the thin, moist crotch of her panties to the sweating, nervous student. The musky odor of her cunt juice filled the air that Keith breathed in deeply, making his mind swirl with excitement as he sat less than a foot away from her at his desk.
"Good, then well meet at my house tomorrow after school and we can begin our tutoring session then."
"Okay ... yeah, I guess that's all right," Keith said, hesitantly.
Laura slipped down from her perch on the desk and sidled over to the boy, her hips swaying seductively as she moved. She leaned over him with her large, perfumed tits lightly brushing against his cheek and took his smooth chin into her hand, forcing him to look into her eyes.
"Don't worry, Keith, it'll be all right. I have a large house and my son and our dog are the only ones that live with me, so we'll have complete privacy." She could tell by short gasps of breath coming from Keith what kind of effect she was having on him and this made her pussy tingle all the more for a piece of his sweet, young prick.
"Here, let me write down my address for you," she said. Laura dropped her hand from his chin and walked back to her desk, stretching across its length to get a piece of paper and a pencil. As she bent over, her pert round ass twitched invitingly before the gaping boy causing shivers of desire to race through his loins. Laura had been the source of nightly erotic dreams for Keith and to be so close to her provocative body was just about more than he could stand. He clutched desperately at his straining cock, hoping she wouldn't notice its obvious erection as he stared hypnotically at her wiggling orbs.
"I don't think you'll have any difficulty finding my place. And my son'll be at his after-school job so we'll be able to get some real work done." She grinned, handing him the piece of paper with her address on it.
"I'll be there on time." Keith breathed deeply, wondering if he could make it out of the classroom before he came all over himself.
"Good," Laura replied. "I'm sure with your budding talent as an actor that you'll certainly benefit from the experience." In truth, thought Laura, I'm the one who needs this experience most. I need him so badly I can hardly keep from grabbing him right here and sucking the sweet juices right out of his little cock!
Laura watched Keith try to maneuver out of his desk without exposing the huge bulge in the front of his tight jeans and let out a deep sigh of relief as he walked out the door. She hadn't been sure whether the boy would go for her idea of tutoring him and now that it was all set up, she was immensely pleased with herself. Oh, God, she thought, how'm I going to stand it? She knew that she would be crawling the walls by tomorrow afternoon from just thinking about how his smooth, young rod would feel in her hands.
As she stood there lost in the reverie of Keith's delectable cock and how it would feel, her hands slithered down the sides of her well-rounded hips and hiked up the hem of her dress. She caressed the sensitive, inner-side of her thighs as her hands traveled up to the spot of her growing desires, her hands shaking visibly as she reached for her dripping, cloth-enshrouded pussy.
"Oooohhh," Laura moaned, frantically massaging her slippery gash through the thin fabric of her bikini pants. She heard someone walk past her room so she quickly went to the door and locked it, knowing that she would need some privacy to release her pent-up frustrations. Looking for some place to stretch out and really get her rocks off masturbating, she finally chose the desk and hopped up on it. She pushed her pants down to her knees and jabbed her finger up her hairy hole, probing vigorously at the soft, wet tissues of her cuntlips.
"Oh, God, ooohhh ... Jesus, I can't stand it!" she whimpered. Her ass slammed up and down against the hard surface of the desk as she pumped her pelvis into her gyrating finger. With her other hand she clutched and kneaded the slick lips together titillating the small, delicate clit into full erection.
"All, All, AAAAHHHH," she sighed, thrashing her head from side to side as her pistoning hips and cum-drenched fingers worked in unison to bring some satisfaction to her lust-filled twat. "OOOHHH, KEITH! OH, GOD, I ... I WISH YOUR SWEET COCK WAS IN MY MOUTH ... OR MY CUNT ... OR, OH, CHRIST!" Laura's face twisted in the agony/ecstasy of unremitted passion as she hunched with pile-driving force into her quivering snatch, desperately trying to reach a climax as the tension built-up into mind-wracking proportions.
"OOOOUUUU! OH, SHIT! OH, DEAR GOD, I'M 0-C-CUMMMMIIINNNGGG!!" she groaned through clenched teeth. Papers and books dropped off the desk as she twitched and thumped all over the desk top, shaking convulsively from the exquisite, nerve-tingling pleasure that ripped through her body.
"Ooooohhhh, it feels so goooood! So damned gooood!" she panted breathlessly. "I can hardly wait for tomorrow ... you sweet little fucker you!" Laura was shuddering in the after-glow of her orgasm, fantasizing about what it would be like for her and Keith when they got together and getting hotter by the moment..
Keith had sneaked quietly down the hall hoping like hell that he wouldn't meet any of his friends and have to stop and rap with them. His cock was burning up, filled to the explosion point with his hot, young juices and he desperately needed a place to jack off because he knew he'd never make it home in this condition. He was relieved to find the hallway deserted and headed straight for the men's room hoping to jack off in there, but the sound of the janitor waxing the floor destroyed that escape route. His hands shook nervously as he tried to think of a place to go until, suddenly, it dawned on him that the bleachers was the obvious choice. The guys always went there to grab a smoke during gym class and at this time of the day it would be completely empty and perfect for what he had in mind. He practically ran to the football field and quickly ducked under the wooden bleachers, happy to see that there was absolutely no one in sight. Keith shifted around until he found a nice, dark corner he could squat down in and then hastily undid his fly. After grappling for a few seconds with the stubborn snap, he finally released his throbbing stalk from his pants and held it tightly in his sweaty, hot hand. The mere touch of his hand wrapped around his bloated organ was all he needed to start him on the road to an orgasm, i , "Aaaaahhh, oh, jeeeez! Oh, Goooood!" he moaned, pumping wildly on his pulsating prick. He pushed back the foreskin revealing the big, purplish bulge and increased the tempo of his plunging hand as he pistoned his cock in and out frantically.
"Un, uuuuunnnnn ... oh, oh, my God. My God!" he grunted, gnashing his teeth together and throwing his head back against the hard wood of the bleachers. Visions of Mrs. Peterson's voluptuous tits and inviting ass danced provocatively before his eyes as he excitedly stroked his vibrating tool, anxious to feel his cum shoot out of his painfully tight balls.
Then suddenly it happened and warm, wet ejaculate came spurting through his pee-hole out the head of his blood-engorged cock, spilling the gooey substance over the sides of his jerking prong.
"OOOOHHHH, GOD! THOSE TITS ... AND THAT ASS!" The slippery jism made a loud, squishy sound as Keith squeezed and pulled on his gushing stalk, trying to shake out the last drop of cum-juice.
Jesus, Keith thought, shuddering deeply from the experience. If this's what happens when I get close to her, what's it going to be like tomorrow? Keith reluctantly crammed his sopping dick back into his pants and zipped himself up. He crawled slowly out from under the bleachers, checking to make sure nobody spotted him there. As he started for home at a slow run, he prayed that the day would end quickly so that the night would bring him sweet dreams of Mrs. Peterson's gorgeous, wiggling ass.
Laura drove home with the top of her convertible down, letting the cool wind caress her face and whip through her long, blonde hair. She lived about ten miles from the junior high school and she always enjoyed the pleasant, hassel-free drive from the city to her home in the suburbs. It wasn't a really big city and the city fathers had made a concerted effort to maintain the broad, tree-lined boulevards in the older section where her school was located. As she cruised along, she thought back on those long, anguished-filled nights after she and her ex-husband Ron had gone their separate ways.
She had spent night after night thrashing around in her bed, hot with desire and nobody to share it with. Out of complete desperation she started frequenting the local bars, trying to pick up on some of the nicer men that drank there. She'd pick them up all right, but they were either too drunk to be any good in bed or they treated her like a prostitute, kicking her around and generally acting like she was a piece of shit. She never really got any great thrill out of having sex with her husband and these men from the bar served to convince her even more that fucking wasn't for her. The only trouble was that she truly was a horny bitch! She knew that she had to get relief some way or she would go fucking crazy.
Laura tried everything. She bought porno magazines and sent away for an electric vibrator with a temperature control. With the lights down low and the stereo playing erotic music, she'd thumb through the stud magazines ogling the enormous, erected cocks and working the vibrator in and out of her slippery cunt. She would have an orgasm and everything would be okay for a couple of days, but she still felt the need for a real prick with real balls hanging down below it.
She wrestled with this problem constantly, until one day the answer presented itself at her front door. A little twelve-year-old boy knocked on her door as Laura was in the midst of using her vibrator, at full speed, on her hot twat. The boy was selling raffle tickets for his Pop Warner football team. She hastily threw on a robe and rushed to the door, her blood pounding in her cheeks from the mechanical stimulation of the electric dildo. Clutching her robe to her bosom, she opened the door and looked down into the sweet, innocent face of the wide-eyed boy who stood there with his mouth gaping open.
"Ma'am, would you like to buy a ticket to a raffle?" he asked shyly.
"Sure, honey. Come on in and I'll write you a check."
The little boy stepped into the house and curiously looked around the room while she went to get her check book in the bedroom. When she came back into the living room, the boy was peering out of the glass sliding door looking longingly at the large pool in the patio.
"Gee, that's sure a nice pool you got there," he said wistfully.
"Thank you ... uh, would you like to try it out?" Laura smiled, handing him the check for the raffle ticket.
"Wow, do you really mean it? Oh, I can't, I don't have a bathing suit with me." he pouted, looking terribly disappointed.
"That's all right. Why don't you just go skinny-dipping? My son does it all the time." she simpered, feeling her stomach tighten up with excitement at the idea.
"Well, if you're sure it's all right...." The boy hesitated, wanting desperately to go in, but feeling embarrassed by the idea of stripping his clothes off in front of a strange woman.
"Listen, I'll go in the other room and you can swim to your heart's content."
No further encouragement was needed. The boy rushed pell-mell through the living room and into the patio and quickly divested himself of clothes, diving into the pool with a loud splash. Laura watched him from the kitchen window as he paddled merrily around the pool, getting hotter by the moment at the sight of his small, pink ass bobbing up and down in the water. Slipping the robe off her shoulders, she stood naked in the kitchen as she contemplated her next move. My God, she thought, What in God's name am I doing? Her heart thumped loudly in her chest and her legs felt like strings of spaghetti as she slowly walked over to the sliding door, thoroughly entranced by his smooth, firm body swimming gracefully through the water. Thoughts produced by her good Christian upbringing assaulted her like harsh, cruel judges condemning her to an eternity of damnation in hell. She peered around the comer of the glass door, hesitating as she battled with her conscious to keep from doing what her body was screaming for.
Watching the innocent boy gliding through the water reminded her of her own son, Steve, and the torment that she had gone through trying to keep her hands off of his lovely prick. In those nights of lonely frustration she had more than once crept steathily to her son's bedroom and stared intently down into his face as he slept peacefully, wanting desperately to climb into bed with him and screw the daylights out of him. But each time she had chickened out, much to her relief and peace of mind. However, the sight of the naive, pubescent boy swimming naked in her pool was more than she could resist and she knew that she must have him, at all costs, or she would go absolutely crazy with frustration.
Stepping into the patio, Laura searched frantically in her mind for a way to approach the boy without frightening him off.
"I hope you don't mind if I join you for a swim," she called out. "My bathing suit's in the laundry, so I guess 111 have to skinny-dip like you."
The boy turned around in the pool and seeing Laura ease herself into the water with her broad, luscious hips and hairy cunt just beginning to reach the waterline made his mouth drop to his chin.
"Uh, no I don't mind ... I guess," he squeaked, his face turning red with embarrassment.
"I'm so glad," Laura simpered. As she walked deeper into the pool her magnificent boobs bobbled on top of the water, the hard, rosy nipples pointing directly at the gaping boy.
Dog-paddling over to the shocked child, Laura kept up a pleasant, casual chatter about how nice the water felt and how hot the sun beat down on her body. When she finally reached the corner where he clung apprehensively to the side, Laura extended a hand toward him and offered to teach him the backstroke.
"Here, let me show you how to do it," she crooned. "It's really quite easy, just relax and 111 hold your back up while you stroke with your arms and kick with your feet."
Scared and uncertain of what he should do, the youngster complied with her instructions and flipped over onto his back, letting Laura support him with her hands. His body was as stiff as a board at first, but with Laura's gentle persuasion, he began to relax and enjoy the sensation of being held by a sexy, older woman.
"Isn't this fun?" Laura chirped, her pussy dripping with the hot juices stirred up by the closeness of the little boy's hairless, pink cock. She pulled the kid closer to her big, bobbing tits, cradling his warm, smiling face against her protuberant nipples. Laura could tell by the boy's delighted reaction to this that he obviously was enjoying the experience so she gently pulled his head around until his mouth made contact with her boobs.
"Why don't you suck on my big ole' tits for a while...? I wouldn't mind it a bit," she said, her body trembling with excitement as the boy cautiously opened his mouth and wrapped his moist, warm lips around the velvety-smooth tittie she offered him.
"Ooooohhhh, honey, that feels so gooood!" She was pushing her tit harder against his mouth, forcing him to take more of her scrumptous flesh into his suctioning cavity.
"OH, SUCK, BABY, SUCK!" she said and sighed, encouraging the youth to slurp and suck with enthusiastic abandon. Laura looked down the length of the boy's slender body as he nipped and tweaked her erected nipple and she saw the lovely, little pink cock standing straight up in the air.
Oh, Christ, she thought, I've got to have that in my mouth now, even if I do burn in hell! Reaching down past the concaveness of his stomach, she grabbed the inviting prick in her hand and began gently pumping it up and down, sending shivers of delight racing through the boy's loins.
"Aaaaahhhh ... uuunnnnhhhh, oh, I ... I can't breathe!" he moaned as water gushed into his mouth when he released her tit to enjoy the new sensation.
"Come on, dear, let's lie down by the side of the pool." Grabbing his sweet, round cheeks of his ass, she gave him a mighty shove and pushed him up out of the pool. In a flash Laura was laying beside him, her hot hands caressing his thighs as they worked their way up to his erected shaft.
"OH, SWEETY, WHAT A LOVELY, LITTLE PRICK YOU HAVE ... OH, YES, DO YOU LIKE THIS, HONEY? DOES THIS MAKE YOU FEEL NICE AND HOT ALL OVER?" Her little finger probed for his bung hole while she skinned back the foreskin of his dick, revealing the purple head already moistened with a drop of his virginal cum. Laura licked her lips with gusto as the boy hunched his pelvis in the air, presenting her with his throbbing staff for her oral enjoyment.
"UUUUNNNNGGGGHHHH!" he cried out as she -rimmed his asshole with her finger, probing deeper and deeper into the dark, shit-filled cavity of his body.
Still holding his fat little dong in her hand, Laura bent her head lower toward it, blowing her hot breath on the tip of his cock as she moved in on him. Thrusting her tongue into the tiny hole of his swollen knob, she wantonly reamed it, licking the sweet-tasting boy-cum off the tip of his organ.
"OOOOHHHH," he gasped, gyrating about the hard, concrete floor and trying fiercely to get more of his prick into her mouth. "UUUUNNNN! OOOOHHHH, LADY! I CAN'T STAND IT!"
Opening her mouth wider, Laura slid his cock as far down her throat as it would go, wrapping her lips around it with as much pressure as she thought he could stand. She sucked avariciously on the sweet-tasting rod, her cheeks bulging out from the effort she was putting into the act.
" 'AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!" he screamed, feeling like his head was going to be sucked right out the end of his pecker if she applied any more pressure to it.
Laura's head bobbed frantically up and down as she fingerfucked his ass thoroughly. Releasing his stalk, she reached down and cupped his small, immature balls in her hand and rolled them gently between her fingers.
"Ooooohhh, mmmmm, I ... think ... I feel like...." the boy moaned weakly, as she continued to savor the delightful feeling of his pretty peter in her mouth. She could tell by his shriveled balls that at any minute he would be cumming, shooting his hot jism into her open throat. Her cunt was already overflowing with her ripe juices and she knew that when he climaxed, so would she, and that thought made her pull out all the stops, encouraging her to give him the best blow-job she'd ever given anyone before.
"AAAAHHHH! OH! OOOOHHHH! I'm ... GOING ... TO ... UUUUNNNNGGGHHH!!!" Laura felt his cock expand as his sweet juices began to shoot up his tube. And then, warm cum streamed into her mouth, rushing past her teeth, over her tongue, and gushing into her cock-stuffed throat causing her to gag slightly as she gulped rapidly, trying to keep the precious cargo down. Her pussy palpitated and his prick pulsated as they twitched together in their mutual orgasms.
"Ooooouuuuu," he shivered, as Laura continued to hungrily swallow the last of his spurting fluids. Finally, the last drop dribbled into her cum-coated throat as she finished him off, licking and rimming the end of his rod, leaving him as clean and pink as when he came in the front door. As the young boy lay seeped in a fog of warm contentment, Laura sat up and smiled, benignly, down into his sweet, adolescent face.
"Did you like that, honey?"
"Uh-huh," he answered, sighing slightly.
"Good, but you won't tell anybody about this, will you?"
"No, ma'am. I won't tell nobody, I promise!"
"Wonderful," Laura said, getting up to her feet and extending a hand to help the boy up.
"Maybe we can do this again sometime." She wrapped her robe around her as she showed him to the door.
The boy tugged and pulled on his clothes as she hurried him through the living room, anxious for him to leave so as not to arouse any undue suspicions from her neighbors. Laura watched him as he jauntily walked down the sidewalk and thought to herself, God, what I've been missing all this time! I'm sure glad I found out about sweet young peckers before I died of frustration!
Laura smiled to herself as she cranked the wheel of her car around the corner of the street she lived on. That incident had happened a couple of months ago and several more had taken place since, but the plot she had in mind for Keith promised to be, by far, the most interesting and exciting one of them all. Pulling into her driveway, Laura leaned back in the seat and grinned, hoping tomorrow would come quickly.
CHAPTER TWO
Steve Peterson lay sprawled across his bed with his enormous cock clutched in his hand, thinking of his sexy mother. At thirty-eight years old, she was still the hottest thing in pants that he'd ever seen and the numerous stolen glances he'd gotten of her when she took a shower or changed clothes convinced him that she had something he wanted.
After his mom and dad had broken up two years ago, Steve had sensed the strain that she was under. Knowing that a beautiful, healthy woman like her would have to find some way of releasing that pent-up frustration, he waited patiently, biding his time and hoping that she would come to him. Laying in his bed at night, he could hear her thrashing around in her bedroom next to his, moaning and groaning with hot desire, and still she didn't seek him out. He'd be forced to jack himself off, waiting for the moment when his mother would offer him her luscious, naked body for his own personal satisfaction.
He found the stag magazines and the electric vibrator that she had sent away for and his hopes grew with leaps and bounds, thinking that, surely, now she was ready to take him on. But nothing happened and, as time droned on, his mounting desire for a piece of her delectable ass became almost unbearable. He tried going out with girls his own age and they would have been more than willing to get it on with such a handsome stud, but he was basically a very shy boy and could never muster up the courage to make the first move. So he continued to day-dream about what it would be like with Laura, which only made him hornier and more frantic for some kind of release.
Steve shifted his broad shoulders around on the bed, trying to find a more comfortable position in which to give himself a hand-job. Stroking the sides of his ramrod-hard pecker, he worked, unsuccessfully, at trying to shoot his wad.
"Shit, man!" he grunted. "I've given myself a hand-job so much that I can't get off on it any more!"
Frustrated as all hell, Steve kept up the steady, piston-like action of his hand, pumping vigorously on his cock, hoping like crazy that he could jerk off and release some of the tension that had stock-piled in his balls. He lay there gritting his teeth and hoping for the best when his dog, Fritz, a beautiful, gray Weimaraner, pushed open the slightly opened bedroom door and came bounding across the floor and enthusiastically leaped onto the bed.
"Oh, Christ, Fritz!" the boy yelled, rolling onto his side to avoid the sharp-nailed paws of the playful dog. "I'm in no mood to play with you now ... go on, get out of here, you crazy mutt!" Steve ducked his head under his pillow, hoping the dog would become discouraged and leave. Fritz jumped off the bed and, with his head hanging down, turned slowly and walked toward the door.
"Hey! Wait a minute, Fritz!" he yelled. "Come here, boy, come to your old pal, Steve!" He lifted the pillow off his head and motioned for the dog to come to him, coaxing him gently with his voice. It had been a long time since he'd messed around with his dog, but in the condition he was in, anything was better than nothing at all.
"Come on, Fritz, jump up on the bed with Stevie!" You and I are going to have some fun together," he crooned to the big dog. In one swift leap, Fritz was across the room and on the bed again, lapping and slurping at the boy's face.
"Okay boy, now take it easy, will yuh!" Steve tried to calm the excited, prancing dog down by gently stroking the smooth skin on the top of Fritz's head. "Now, Fritz, I want you to do what we used to do together when I was a kid," he instructed, the soothing effect of his patting hand beginning to make the dog more responsive to his commands. Flipping onto his back and spreading his thighs far apart, Steve grabbed his partially shriveled cock in his hand and waved it invitingly at the dog as he hunched his pelvis off the bed to make sure the dog got the idea.
"All right, Fritz, you remember what you're supposed to do, don't yuh?" Steve said, wiggling his prick more vigorously to entice the animal to move between his legs. Fritz rose from his prone position beside the boy and carefully maneuvered his way between Steve's thighs, dropping down again with his muzzle inches away from the bouncing prick.
"Come a little closer, boy," he coaxed, offering the slime-juiced head of his uncircumcised dick to the panting dog. Steve peeled back the glans of his growing shaft with one hand and grabbed the dog by the collar with the other one, forcing him in closer until he felt the hot, moist breath of the animal on the bulging head of his hard rod. With no more encouragement needed, Fritz began licking enthusiastically on the unexpected afternoon snack. He ran his long, soft tongue along the sides of Steve's distended prong, hungrily slurping and salivating over the purplish, bloated head that bobbed before his mouth.
"Aaaaaahhhhh," Steve moaned, the length and circumference of his pecker increasing with each titillating lap of the dog's sloppy tongue. "Ooooohhhh! Uuuuunnnn!" He half-grunted, half-sighed as he felt the sharp teeth of the dog brush against the bulging sides of his throbbing tool. Thrusting his ass off the bed, Steve tried to cram more of his shuddering cock into the dog's eager mouth, jamming it against the roof of his slippery, warm gullet.
"AAAAWWWWGGGG ... OH, SWEET JESUS! OOOOHHHH, FRITZ! GOOOOD DOGGIE ... THAT A BOY, LICK IT HARD! EAT IT, BOY! EEEAAATTT IT!!" He and the dog bounced and jiggled all over the bed as Steve pumped his hips rapidly in and out of the dog's smooth, pink muzzle, his body trembling from the delightfully tingling sensation of the long red tongue wrapped around his swollen knob.
"OOOOUUUU, GAAAAAWWWWDDD!" he breathed. "OH, YOU CRAZY, FUCKING DOG, FFFAAASSSTTTEEERRR! COME ON, YOU SONOFABITCH! FASTER, FASTER!" Yanking open the dog's mouth as far as it would go, Steve plunged his huge stalk, balls and all, into Fritz's stuffed mouth.
"OOOOHHHH, KKKKEEEERRRRIIISSSTTT! YOU SONOFABITCHING, COCK-SUCKING MUTT! SUCK MY COCK TILL YOU GAG! SUUUCK IT ... SUCK IT, YOU BASTARD!" he screamed in wild abandon, smashing his fuckpole against the slobbering dog's tonsils.
Steve's prickhead was swollen like a balloon, stretched and bloated to its full capacity and he could feel his sperm backing up in his nuts ready to explode gobs of cum-juice at any moment. Grasping the dog by the collar, he wrapped his legs around the animal's smooth body and hunched himself hard at him with the dog's wet, cold nose rubbing against his hairy belly.
"ALL RIGHT, YOU FUCKHEAD, MAKE ME CUM! MAKE ME CUM GOOD AND HARD ... NOW!" The dog wiggled and twitched excitedly as he lapped on his master's pulsating dong, anxious to obey his every command.
"AAAAWWWW ... OOOOHHHH, MY GOD! I'M CCCUUUMMMIIINNNGGG!! OOOHHH, GODDAMN IT! OOOOUUUU ... DAMN, DAMN, I'M CCCUUUMMMIIINNNGGG!!!" Steve's body tensed with his spine arched off the bed as he felt his warm cum-juice squirt out his fuck-hole into the dog's slurping mouth. His jerking dong shot streams of the glutinous jism into Fritz's throat, emptying his balls of their tightly-packed contents.
"Oh, shit ... oh, shit, that felt good," he crooned to the dog, as his prong continued to spew the last of his hot sticky cum into the gulping, gooey muzzle.
My God! thought Laura, hearing the sounds emanating from Steve's bedroom as she walked in the front door of the house. What in hell can he be up to, making all that racket? Deciding she had better check it out, Laura tiptoed quietly down the hallway to her son's room where the door remained slightly ajar. Peering into the darkened room, she saw her son and the family dog bouncing and gyrating on the bed and, on first sight, she thought that they must be playing with each other. However, on closer inspection, she saw that her son was nude and the dog was eagerly licking his erected cock.
Jesus Christ! she shrieked inwardly. Her first impulse was to go rushing into the room and knock the dog and her son off the bed with one fell swoop, but something held her back. Whether it was curiosity or something more diabolical, she could never decide, but whatever the reason, she was riveted to the spot, soaking in the frenzied action that was taking place between her son and the dog:
Steve's puffed-up prick sent thrilling shivers down Laura's back as she watched him encouraging the dog to take more and more of his fat dick into its mouth.
"Ooooohhh," she moaned, feeling her juices starting to surge through her lust-inflamed cunt while she leaned against the door frame watching the perverted scene. "God, what a dirty, filthy thing to be doing!" she whispered to herself. The sight of her son passionately relishing the dog's sloppy tongue on his enormous cock made her feel sick to her stomach. She wanted desperately to grab the stupid boy and slap the ever-loving shit out of him and make him stop the ugly, unnatural act, but the more she watched, the more she realized that she was getting terribly turned-on by the whole thing.
Christ, I must be sick in the head to be getting hot over something like this! Why that's sodomy! she thought with horror, feeling as guilty as her son for getting a vicarious thrill from peeping through the door like a weirdo. Oh, you dirty bitch! You're nothing but a goddamn tramp! Laura stood silently chastising herself, unable to stop what was happening and too chicken to join in.
She remained stuck to the spot, her legs trembling with desire as long, ecstatic groans issued from the bedroom, increasing with intensity as her son moved closer to his orgasm. Suddenly, the unmistakable sounds of a rip-roaring climax filled the room and Laura quickly left her post and hastened to the front door, not wanting to have a messy confrontation over the incident with Steve. She quietly opened the door and slipped outside, pretending that she had just arrived home. Laura stood there patiently waiting for normal signs of activity in the house so that she could re-enter and working valiantly to get herself under control so Steve wouldn't suspect that she had been a Peeping Tom. As she waited there, taking long, deep breaths, the door suddenly opened.
"Hi, Mom," Steve said. "You can come in now."
Laura walked into the living room averting her face from her son's penetrating gaze. A long, uneasy silence filled the room as mother and son stood avoiding each other, pondering what to say about the awkward situation that they found themselves in. It was Steve who finally found the courage to speak.
"Uh, listen, Mom. I know that you saw everything," he stammered. "And I'm, uh, sorry that you had to see it, but I'm not sorry for doing it!" he stated emphatically. "Maybe it's hard for you to understand, but a guy needs, well, he needs a way to relieve himself. And, besides, you of all people should know what it feels like to be horny!" he blurted out, wishing he could take his words back when he saw the shocked look on his mother's face.
"Yes, Steve, I know what it's like to be horny," Laura said quietly, after she had regained her composure enough to see the honesty in her son's blunt statement. "But why a dog, for Christ's sake?" she asked, unable to comprehend the ancient relationship between a boy and his dog. "I mean, couldn't you find yourself a girl friend or something?"
"Because Fritz was the only thing around at the time and, anyway, I want ... I want something else!" he croaked, his voice trembling with nervousness.
"What is it you want, Steve?"
"I want ... I want, oh God, I want YOU!" Steve shouted, turning quickly and running out of the room.
Laura stood alone in the room for a long time, caught up in a whirlwind of emotions, fighting to keep herself from falling apart all together. A battle raged inside her guts between her overpowering desire for her son's cock and her tremendous fear of the consequences of such a taboo act. Finally, her insatiable lust for young prick meat won out and she gave in with a sigh, her pussy throbbing excitedly as she walked slowly to her son's room.
Laura found him laying on his bed with his face buried in his pillow. She closed the door and silently began undressing, shucking off her dress and shoes before the boy even noticed her presence in the room. He turned over on the bed, paralyzed with surprise, his eyes bugging with excitement as his mother revealed more and more of her sexy body to him. Laura removed her half slip and stood only in her bra and panties, pivoting slowly around at the foot of his bed to make sure he got a good view of her voluptuous body. Then she reached back to unhook her bra, arching her back and thrusting her large, curvacious mounds forward as she fumbled nervously at the catch. Her soft, white orbs wiggled seductively against each other as she hunched her shoulders and pulled the bra straps down over her arms, unleashing her tits from their tight hammock. She smiled engagingly at her son, cupping her enormous boobs in her hands and presenting them to him for his approval as he gasped audibly at the magnificent sight. The rosy, puckered nipples stood out invitingly, begging for his attention and manipulation as she kneaded and squeezed them in her trembling hands.
Bending over, Laura proceeded to slip her frilly panties down over her wide hips with excruciating slowness, revealing her smooth, firm body inches at a time. She pushed the sheer bit of material over her curly bush and past her wet, dewy gash with its pink lips peeking seductively out. Thrusting her pelvis forward so that her son could get a better look at what he was about to get, Laura wiggled her hips vigorously, encouraging her panties to slide down the sides of her thighs and past her long legs to the floor. At last, totally naked, she stood there, a vision of raw, exciting feminine flesh and a woman eager and ready for anything that might come her way.
A sexual flush crept across her hot cheeks and spread down over the upper part of her chest, making her look like an excited, young girl. Her eyes sparkled with desire as she parted her full, red lips and ran her pointed tongue across them, purposely teasing the aroused boy and inciting him even more with her salacious gesture.
"Mmmmmm, tell me, honey, do you like what you see?" she asked softly, spreading her legs apart and brazenly putting her hands on her hips.
"Oh, God, yes!" he said. "You're the sexiest woman I've ever seen!" His hands were sweating profusely and his heart was pounding wildly as he fought to keep from cumming all over himself from the mere sight of her exquisite body.
"Yes, I can see that I really turn you on," she simpered, her eyes focusing in on his bulging cock pushing against his pants. "Here, let me help you to get more comfortable." Laura moved toward the bed slowly, with her tits swaying from side to side as she moved. She bent over his chest and began unbuttoning his shirt, her fingers tugging anxiously at each button as she struggled to release him from his cumbersome clothing. Steve reached up and lightly stroked her jiggling orbs while she worked frantically to open up his shirt. Pulling the fabric apart, she eagerly began caressing the smooth, hard surface of his chest, leaning down to kiss and tongue the shivering flesh.
"Ooooohhhh," Steve sighed, enjoying the tingling sensation of her hands and mouth flowing across his skin. Seeing his strong response to her touch, Laura worked rapidly to expose more and more of his virile, young body to her caresses. Reaching down, she quickly unsnapped his Levi's and, with a flick of the wrist, had his pants unzipped and his huge cock sprang out like a hungry animal released from its cage.
"Oh, Steve, it's magnificent!" she cooed, moving closer to admire the throbbing pecker that stood proudly before her eyes. "It's so big and hard and ... oh, so nice!" Laura yanked the rest of his trousers down his legs, anxious to look at him totally naked. Throwing them off the end of the bed, she turned around to admire her son, stretched out spread-eagle across its length, waiting for her to join him.
"Mmmmm, I see what I want!" Laura said, climbing up on the bed and straddling one of his legs as she moved toward her target. Reaching out, she grasped his bulging prick in her right hand, feeling its intense heat spreading like fire through her fingers. Sweat was already breaking out on her forehead as she brought her mouth closer to the steaming rod, her need to suck her son's prick overwhelming any doubts she might have had in the past.
"Oh, Stevie, mama's little baby has got such a gorgeous big dick!" Laura exclaimed, her hot breath caressing the tip of his shaft. Sliding her slippery cunt over the surface of his hairy leg, Laura scrunched up until her moist, hot lips were a fraction of an inch from his inviting cock. With a quick dart of her tongue, she made a bull's eye, stabbing the head of his uncircumcised dong dead center. Pushing back the foreskin, she began lathering the top of his prick with her saliva, whirling her tongue in and around his pee-hole and tracing the circumference of the head over and over again.
"UUUUNNNGGGHHH!" Steve moaned, clawing at the sheets on the bed while his mother titillated him with her clever tongue. Grabbing his trembling stalk tighter in her hand, Laura opened her mouth as wide as it would go and gorged herself on his huge member, gagging slightly as she tried to cram its full length down into the opening of her throat.
"AAAARRRRGGGHHH!!!" he whimpered, the room spinning before his eyes as all the blood in his head rushed to his groin, his body trying to keep pace with Laura's cock-sucking demands. While one hand pumped in rhythm with her bobbing head, the other one gently massaged his large, hairy balls, coaxing them up into his body with each caress.
"Oh, Steve," Laura murmured, shifting around in the bed so that her ass was pointing toward his face. "Please ... please lick my cunt. Stick your nice fat tongue into my slit and ream the juices right out of it!" she begged, her butt twitching with excitement. Steve grabbed the sweet, round cheeks of her ass and brought them down close to his face, exposing her pink, puckery asshole as he kneaded and squeezed them together. The funky, musky smell of her cunt-juice invaded his nostrils as he pulled her hot hole toward his awaiting tongue. The heavy odor about knocked him out at first, but as he caught sight of her inflamed sexual lips, he dismissed the unpleasant smell and dived in with the gusto of a famished man.
"OOOOHHHH," Laura sighed, feeling the first exploring flickers of his tongue in her hot, slick pussy. "OOOHHH, THAT FEEEELS SO GOOOOD!"
Timidly at first, and then with growing enthusiasm, Steve delved deeper into the mysteries of her dark, steaming twat. Like an explorer on his first journey into the unknown depths of a forbidden jungle, he probed relentlessly at each crack and crevice, checking out each new sensation thoroughly with his tongue.
"OOOOUUUU, YES, YES, THAT'S IT ... OH, GOD THAT'S IT!" Steve accidently stumbled onto her clit and began rolling it back and forth between his teeth, lavishing all his attention toward her pleasure button as she writhed heatedly above*him.
"AAAAAHHHHH, STEVE! SUCK IT, SUCK IT!" she pleaded, pushing her cunt hard against his mouth, making it difficult for him to breathe. Hungrily, he sucked and slurped on the dripping sides and bloated lips of her super-sensitive pussy, taking hard, sharp nips at her clit as she squirmed all over his face, leaving a trail of slippery, smelly cunt-juice on his cheeks and chin.
"OOOOHHHH, CHRIST! I'M GOING TO ... CUUUMMM!" she screamed, his cock stuffed to the hilt in her straining jaws. Frantically, she squeezed and sucked on his blood-engorged poker hoping to bring him along with her so they could cum together.
"AAAAWWWWGGGG! OH, SWEET MOTHER, I'M ... I'M CCCCUUUUMMMMIIINNNNGGG!!" he shrieked, wildly humping his cock at her. "OOOHHH, GODDAMN, OOOUUU!" Writhing and twisting beneath his mother's suctioning mouth, Steve shot his hot jism through his jerking tube into her gullet.
"MMMMMM ... UUUUMMMM," Laura moaned, drinking in what seemed like gallons of the gluey, white substance, trying to choke down all of it as volley after volley gushed out of his spitting cockhead and down her throat and spilled over the sides of her mouth. She listened to his animal grunts with tremendous pleasure as her own orgasm coincided with his, realizing that what they were doing might be considered sinful by some, but not caring any more as she lay clutching onto his quivering body.
Raising her mouth from his freshly emptied cock, Laura turned around and straddled his hips with her legs.
"I want to fuck ... right NOW!" she panted, her face glistening with his semen. Grabbing his pole in both of her hands, she lined up her twat and gently eased down on him. She slowly began sliding his rod in and out of her wet pussy, squeezing and releasing the head with her strong vaginal muscles and rotating her ass around to get the maximum sensations possible.
"AAAAHHHH!" she shrilled, plunging herself down to the base of his stalk, crushing his balls with the force of her tremendous effort. All eight inches of Steve's throbbing little boy dick were enveloped by the slippery, soft crevices of his mother's cuntflesh, clutching and massaging his entire* throbbing cock length and sending ripples of pleasure through his loins.
"DOES THAT FEEL GOOD, HONEY? DOES BIG MAMA'S PUSSY FEEL NICE WRAPPED AROUND YOUR FAT COCK?"
Steve shook his head up and down but could only gasp in reply, too caught up in his own lust to utter a word.
"OH, IT'S SO GOOOD! YOU JUST LIE THERE 'CAUSE MAMA'S GOING TO FUCK YOU SO HARD THAT YOUR EYES'LL POP OUT OF YOUR HEAD!" she promised.
Bracing her hands against his chest, Laura began increasing the tempo, ramming herself harder and faster against his pole, her voluptuous tits jiggling frenetically in front of his eyes.
"OH, STEVE! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! IT'S SO WONDERFUL ... I DIDN'T KNOW IT COULD BE SO GREAT!" she squealed, her squishy snatch engulfing his swollen horn totally.
Throwing her head back in complete abandon, she screwed her son unmercifully, calling on all the strength she could muster up to give him the best fuck he'd ever had. Up to this point, Laura had been doing all the work, but now, Steve could no longer hold himself back, and he began humping and thrashing around, arching his spine off the squeaking, groaning bed.
"AAAAHHHH!!" he yelled, feeling his bloated rod on the verge of exploding.
"NOW! OH, CHRIST, YEEESSS ... NOW!!" Laura moaned, slamming down on his triggered cock, wanting them to cum simultaneously. She jerked her torso around spasmodically, the insides of her cunt trembling with the force of her volcano-like climax as she twisted her face in the agonyIecstasy of the moment.
"AAAAIIIIEEEE!!!!" she screeched with ear-splitting intensity as she felt her son's ejaculate race through her vibrating sheath.
"UUUUHHHH!!" Steve moaned like a crazed, rutting animal while she pounded away at his spurting cock, hungrily devouring every drop of his precious young cum as if her only reason for existence was to milk his hairless young balls dry.
"O ... OH ... OOOOHHHH! YOU SWEEEET, MOTHER-FUCKING BOY! YOU PRECIOUS PUSSY-EATER! YOU ... YOU ADORABLE CUNT-LICKER! YOU ... OH, GOD! I LOVE THE WAY YOU FUCK!" Laura cried, joyfully humping him so hard and fast that her pussy was practically sizzling from the heat they were creating.
Her orgasms continued to come in rapid succession, like a string of explosions shooting off, blinding her to everything but his pistoning cock ramming against her quivering womb.
"OOOOHHHHH, CHRIST! COOOHHHHH, SHIT! I CANT SSSTTTAAAANNNDDD IT!" Steve husked, rolling his eyes in his head and gasping frantically for air. Gripping his mother's ass tightly in both his hands, he felt the last of what seemed like a never-ending supply of his cum-juice stream into her insatiable vagina. The gnawing frustration he'd been going through for so long had vanished, leaving him with a tremendous feeling of joy and relief. Wrapping his arms around his mother, Steve squeezed and hugged her tightly and with a loud, little boy whoop, he began rolling with her all over the bed.
Laura laughed out loud at this sudden change from a young, virile man to a frolicking child. Twining her legs around his back, she became a kid again, shrieking with feigned fear as they rolled dangerously near the edge of the bed, all the while their cunt and cock still solidly interlocked in each other.
Finally, panting and choking from their playful exertions, they laid side by side on the bed, Steve tracing the outline of Laura's large, rubbery nipples with his index finger while she gazed at his face, trying to decide whether or not to tell him about what she had planned for tomorrow. Reaching up and running her fingers through his soft, shaggy hair, she thought, Perhaps it'd be better if Steve didn't know anything more about my strange appetite for young boys than is necessary. After all, a boy has to have some illusions about his mother ... doesn't he?
Laura continued stroking her son's head, who was practically purring with contentment, as her thoughts dwelled on what tomorrow would bring. There was no doubt in her mind that whatever happened, it would be a day for her to remember for a long time.
CHAPTER THREE
Oh, my God! thought Laura, it's almost four-o-clock! Keith'll be waiting for me by the time I get home! Grabbing some books and papers in her arms, she quickly walked to her car in the school parking lot and, dumping them into the back seat, she slid in behind the wheel and shakily lit up a cigarette. As the time for her appointment with Keith drew closer, Laura began experiencing a tremendous case of cold feet. All kinds of doubts and recriminations surged in on her as she groped for a reassuring explanation of why it was allright for an older woman to seduce a big-dicked young boy. Inhaling deeply on her cigarette, she thought of all the different articles she had read on the subject, reviewing in her mind the conclusions scholars had come to on this much-studied topic. Teaching a young boy about one of life's greatest pleasures has been the prerogative, no, the duty, of mature women in a great number of societies, she reasoned. Therefore, whatever she does with Keith can only benefit him in the long run because his introduction to sex will be in the arms of a warm, compassionate woman, not in the clutches of some scared, ignorant young girl.
Reaching down to switch on the ignition, Laura was painfully aware that, no matter how many excuses she came up with for her actions, in the end they were totally irrelevant. The fact was that nothing could stop her from acting out her compelling urge to be close to young cock flesh. The heat that was already beginning to burn in her pussy was like a driving force propelling her to the source of her desires and consuming every guilt-ridden thought she might have had. Accepting the inescapable reality of her obsession, Laura backed out of the school yard and drove cautiously into the traffic, becoming a part of the flowing stream of cars as she moved closer to her appointment with her innocent, unsuspecting student.
As she pulled into the driveway, Laura saw Keith standing on the steps to her front door, anxiously awaiting her arrival. He had raced home on his bike after school and frantically completed all his chores so that he could get to his tutoring session on time. Waiting for his teacher to meet him at her house had seemed like a thousand hours to the nervous, excited boy. Shifting from one foot to the other, he had watched each car turn the corner of the street, only to drive on, with growing impatience. The palms of his hands were sweaty from nervous tension and the urge to take a whizz was just about overpowering him as he prayed for his teacher to hurry up and get out of her car. Seeing her walking toward him, her arms loaded down with a bunch of books, Keith ran to help her, anxiously grabbing at them, awkwardly trying to impress her with his gallantry. Yanking at the first book he could reach, Keith, with the typical clumsiness of a growing boy, succeeded in knocking them all out of her hands, standing there dumfounded as he watched them tumble to the ground at his feet.
"Oh, gosh! I'm sorry, Mrs. Peterson!" he exclaimed, his face flushing with embarrassment, as he stooped down to retrieve them.
"That's allright, Keith," Laura said, bending over to help the fumbling boy recover the scattered books. "It was an accident and, besides, this isn't the worse thing that ever happened to school books I've brought home with me. You shouldn've seen what our dog, Fritz, did to the last bunch I had with me. By the time he got through with them, there was nothing left but the pulp!" she said, smiling at Keith, trying to ease some of the tension of the flustering young boy.
The sight of his sexy teacher bending over, her large, milk-white tits practically falling out of her v-necked jumper, was making the boy's mind reel with excitement. As she shifted around to reclaim an errant book, he caught a glimpse of her crotch covered with a pair of lacey red panties, and a few strands of curly pubic hair that had escaped out the sides. He held his breath as he continued to stare at her intriguing mound of flesh encased in its protective covering, delighting in the way her large thighs jiggled and rubbed against each other as she crawled around the grass. By the time all the books had finally been gathered together, with Laura doing most of the work as Keith knelt, hopelessly hypnotized by her seductive beauty, unable to move from his advantageous spot, it was beginning to get chilly, and she suggested they move into the house.
"Come on in, Keith," called out Laura, as she unlocked the front door and held it open for the boy so he could carry in his armload of books.
"Thanks," he mumbled, pushing past her, his arm brushing across her firm, jutting breasts, sending warm, thrilling sensations through his body as he stepped quickly into the front room.
"Just throw them on that chair over there, Keith," she instructed, pointing to a worn, comfortable-looking chair in a corner of the living room. "Why don't you sit down and relax while I get out of these clothes and into something more comfortable?" Laura suggested, heading toward her bedroom, leaving the boy alone to explore the many interesting books and artifacts that she had filled the room with from her travels within Mexico.
While the boy nervously tried to occupy the time by leafing through some of the beautifully-bound books that lined the walls, Laura was changing out of the plain-looking jumper she had worn to school into a devastating, two-piece outfit. The top, made out Of black lace, scooped so low that the tips of her areolas could be seen, was cropped short, the elasticized edge cupping just under the curve of her tits. The low, hip-hugging pants were of black velvet that dinged so tightly to her body you would have thought it was her second skin.
Backing off from the mirror, Laura admired the luscious picture she presented as she slowly pivoted around to check out her tightly packed ass that displayed two delectable dimples winking invitingly above the band of her pants.
Mmmmmmmm, she thought, not bad for an old lady! and, quickly running a brush through her long blonde hair, she headed for the living room.
As she walked into the room, she spotted Keith intensely investigating a large, hard-covered book and immediately knew that he had come across her expensive, limited edition of ancient Chinese pornography. In large colored plates it depicted the unlimited variety of sexual expression that those clever Chinese had been practicing since the beginning of their history, and she watched him, pleased with his discovery of her rarest and favorite book, while he continued to feverishly turn the pages, unaware of her presence in the room.
Walking quietly across the thick rug, Laura stood behind Keith and lightly laid her hands on his slight shoulders, bending her face close to his as she whispered in his ear.
"Don't you think it's about time we start our lesson, Keith?" she murmured, softly, not wanting to startle the boy.
"Oh ... oh, Mrs. Peterson! I ... I...." stammered the boy, slamming the book shut, the tips of his ears turning scarlet from his painful embarrassment at being caught reading the dirty book.
"It's allright, dear, I don't mind ... really I don't," she reassured him. "I just thought we should get started, don't you?" Straightening up so that Keith could drink in the magnificent sight of her voluptuous ivory-white skin gleaming in pale contrast against the moody, black softness of her outfit, Laura extended her hands to him, offering to help him up off the couch.
The boy gasped audibly at the overwhelmingly sexy picture she presented him, standing there with her arms open, as if she were inviting him to rush in between them to be smothered against her warm, bouncy boobs.
"Yes ... allright, where do we start?" questioned the boy, laying aside the book and rising from the couch, refusing her offer of help.
"Well, I have a short excerpt from a play, here," said Laura, turning and searching in a pile of papers for what she wanted. The boy watched with growing excitement as she wandered around the room looking for the elusive piece of paper, bending over stacks of notebooks laying on the floor and reaching up into the corners of a bookcase trying to find it. I wonder what it'd feel like to stick my finger down between the crack in her ass, he thought, as he watched her scrounge around, her tight pants shifting and sliding seductively over her twitching hips as she moved.
"Here it is!" she shouted, triumphantly, waving it in the air. "Okay, Keith, read it over and then we can rehearse it together," she ordered, handing it to the boy. , As he nervously read the script, Laura walked over to the bar in a corner of the room and poured herself a generous drink and lit up a cigarette, wondering, excitedly, what his reaction to the scene of the play would be. After he had read it, he looked up at his teacher with a strange, puzzled look on his face.
"I ... I don't think I can do this, Mrs. Peterson," he croaked, his hands shaking visibly as he clutched onto the script.
"Why not, dear?" she asked, moving closer to the trembling boy. "It's really a very easy scene," she said, taking it out of his hands. "Maybe if we read together it'll make more sense to you." Sidling up very close to the innocent boy, Laura put an arm around his small shoulders and pulled him toward her so that his musty, sweaty-smelling hair tickled the side of her neck sending shivers up and down her spine.
"It's just that I don't think I understand what this guy is trying to say," said Keith, pointing to a line on the page, feeling like his knees were going to buckle under from the excruciating pleasure of being touched by this warm, soft woman.
"It isn't hard, really, Keith," she crooned. "You see, in this scene, the women of Athens have decided not to give ... uh, not to have sexual intercourse with their men until the men stop warring with each other. So, what this particular character is doing is begging his wife to please go to bed with him because ... well, because he's terribly horny!" she explained, feeling a tremendous warmth spread through her loins as she tried to delicately help the child to understand the bold, licentious Greek play.
"Do you understand what it is I mean by being horny?" Laura asked, afraid that the inexperienced boy might not be able to grasp the significance of such an adult term.
"Yes ... I've heard the guys in the gym talk about it," lied Keith, knowing full well what the word implied, having been in that-condition almost constantly since he began maturing sexually two years ago.
"Good!" exclaimed Laura, smiling down into the boy's hot, flushing face as she kneaded the firm muscles in his shoulders gently. "Then all this line means is that the man has a terrific hard-on! You see where it says that the men of Athens walked through the streets with their cloaks jutting out in front of them like they were secretly carrying a pole in their hands?" she pointed out to him. "Well, that simply meant that they were really holding onto their ... uh, their genitals."
Keith stood there rigid with fear and sweat trickling down his armpits as Laura's hand slid caressingly across his shoulders, inching her way up the back of his fuzzy neck, twirling her fingers along the edge of his big ears and working her way over the sides of his soft, hairless cheek. Stroking the smooth, hot surface of his young face, Laura's tits began to rise and fall with the growing need she felt for more of Keith's enticing, virginal body. Warm, wet drops of her cunt-juice were traveling down her hot thighs as she desperately thought of a way she could get more of his young flesh in her hungry hands.
"Keith, perhaps you could understand the feel of the play more if you actually did have a hard-on ... you know, to really feel horny." she breathlessly suggested, hoping, madly, that this wouldn't scare him off and, yet, wishing in a way that it would.
The silent boy just stood there, enveloped in a sea of hot, womanly flesh, unable to do anything else except nod vigorously at her unbelievable suggestion, too frightened to run and too curious to want to. Slowly pushing the boy away from her, Laura let the script drop to the floor and, taking one of his hands, led him to the couch where she suggested that he lie back and relax while she tried to help him get into the demanding role.
"I think it would be better if I removed your clothes, Keith," she simpered, gently pushing his stiff, rigid body down onto the cushions. Not giving him any time to protest, Laura began meticulously unbuttoning the front of his shirt, her hands trembling as they made their way down the bony, smooth expanse of his chest.
GOD, WHAT A HORNY BITCH I AM! she thought, excitedly. ALL I WANT TO DO IS RUN MY HANDS OVER HIS DELECTABLE PINK COCK ... THAT'S ALL! she mused, trying desperately to convince herself that she would stop at that.
"Mmm ... Mrs. Peterson!" gulped Keith. "I. . I don't think you should do this! I mean ... well, it doesn't seem right!" he choked, as he felt her hot, moist hands slip into his opened shirt and brush, caressingly, along his breastbone, tracing nerve-tingling circles around the outlines of his small, excited nipples.
"Oh, Keith," she sighed, "It's allright, dear, I won't harm you and, besides, it's just part of the play," Laura crooned, hoping to lull some of the boy's fear away.
As she reached down his torso toward the belt on his pants, Laura felt the muscles in Keith's, stomach go taut with panic and she quickly withdrew her hands from his body and sat up straight on the couch.
"Listen, Keith," she suggested, "why don't I take off my clothes, too? That way we'll both get the feel of the scene together." The seductive feeling that was washing over Laura shocked and delighted her as she rose from the couch and began the slow and removal of her clothes before the innocent boy's bulging eyes. She could hardly contain the impulse to rip off her outfit in a flash as the desire to see Keith's sweet young body naked became a raging obsession to her, gripping her every thought, like a woman possessed.
Clutching the elastic on the edge of her crop-top, Laura pulled it slowly over her head, exposing inch by inch the soft, round under-cupping of her enormous tits. Whipping the garment off her head, she stood in front of the gapping boy watching his ecstatic expression as he drank in the provocative sensuality of her magnificent mammaries.
"Mmmmmm, have you ever seen anything like this?" she asked, squeezing and stroking the sides of her tits, forcing them together to form a dark, deep cleft. "Here, run your finger in between them and feel how nice and warm it is in there." Leaning over and grabbing his hand, she directed his trembling finger into the deep recesses of her steaming cleavage, holding him firmly to her breasts so he had no choice but to probe and feel the delightfully warm sensation of her soft skin.
"Ooooooh ... yes ... that feels gooooood!" he sighed, rubbing his index finger enthusiastically in and out of her squeezed-together tits. Timidly at first, and then with growing boldness, Keith explored his teacher's inviting knockers, scraping his fingers along the sides and around the bottom of her slightly sagging breasts.
"Oh, yes, Keith, that DOES feel good!" whimpered Laura, encouraging the boy to investigate the erotic zone of her distended nipples by bringing them very close to his wet, slightly parted lips. "Why don't you see how they taste?" she prompted, the thought of his soft lips on her hard nipples making her shudder with excitement.
Hesitatingly, the boy stared at her tumescent, pink nubbins, wanting desperately to experience the feel and taste of them in his mouth but not daring to take the initiative. Sensing his reluctance, Laura gently guided the tip of her nipple into his partially opened mouth, forcing him to stretch his jaw wider as she pressed herself harder against him.
My God! she thought. What'm I doing to this sweet innocent boy? If I could only stop what's happening right now! But, I can't ... oh, God, I can't ... it feeeeels soooo goooood! Laura moaned, inwardly, berating herself for what she was doing but loving the feel of Keith's small, wet mouth sucking her hard, puckered nipple.
The boy nursed voraciously at her breast, smacking and slurping loudly, like a hungry baby at feeding time, anxiously relishing each new taste sensation that accosted his probing tongue. His young mind swirled in a kaleidoscope of mounting excitement as his darting tongue flickered over the saltiness of her soft, fleshy mound, working his way down to the sweet, glucose-like tasting nipple that bounced like a rubber ball between his teeth.
"Mmmmmmmm ... yes, yes ... ah, don't stop, Keith ... oouuuuu ... you're making me shiver all over!" implored Laura, stroking the top of his vibrating head with her free hand. "Now do the other one, dear," coaxed Laura, offering her other titty to the boy's open mouth.
There was no doubt in Laura's mind, at this point, that the charade she had staged of a supposed drama lesson had come to an end. It was quite obvious that the naive boy was beginning to catch on to the real plot behind the carefully structured scene that they were now enacting and, as far as she was concerned, she was willing to play it out to its ultimate conclusion. Dwelling on this thought, Laura snapped back out of her contented daze and began putting into action the second stage of their little drama.
Slowly pulling her sopping-wet tit out of the boy's suctioning mouth, she got up from her kneeling position beside the couch and stood with her pelvis thrust dangerously close to his reclining body. Hooking her thumbs under the band of her hip-huggers, she slowly edged them down the sides of her body, wiggling and twisting heartily in an effort to release herself from the tight, pull-on pants. Kicking them off her feet, Laura took a step closer to Keith, silently watching his reactions to her nude body as she brought her mound of venus almost directly above his head, presenting him with a terrific view of her wet, rosy-pink cuntlips.
"Now then, Keith, is this better?" she questioned, softly. Not waiting for a response, she knelt down beside the sweating boy and started to unsnap his corduroy pants, noticing with great satisfaction that he now had a tremendous hard-on.
"Oh, Keith, that's marvelous!" Laura exclaimed, as she continued to hassle with the difficult opening of his pants. "It looks like you're really getting into the feel of the part already!"
Tugging and pulling on the recalcitrant snap, her frustration at not being able to get at his excited, little-boy pecker was just about driving her crazy. With both hands she yanked, with all her might, at the stubborn snap as beads of perspiration began to form on her upper lip from the exertion.
"Goddamnit! This fucking snap won't open!" she yelled, cursing like a fishwife as she threw up her hands in disgust.
Keith was frozen on the couch, immobilized by his stiffened cock and his growing desperation to have the feel of her warm hands wrapped around it.
"M ... m ... maybe I could try to...." stammered the boy, unable to finish his sentence as he saw his teacher lunge toward his crotch with her teeth barred and a look of mayhem on her face.
"What're you doing?" he shrilled, cranking his head up off the cushions to get a better look at what his wild-eyed teacher had in mind. The sight that met his eyes was almost enough to make him bolt off the couch and run out the front door ... it was unbelievable! Like a woman gone crazy with desire, Laura was gnawing and chewing at the cloth around his snap, her hot, panting breath blowing on his bare belly as she struggled frantically to undo his pants. Finally, the sharp sound of its release filled the room, followed by a quick zip and, with a triumphant smile, Laura looked down at the lovely sight of Keith's glowing pink pecker waving proudly in front of her eyes.
"Oh, thank God!" sighed Laura, leaning over the small boy's warm soft belly, trying to catch her breath from all the effort she had put into the frustrating task. Her hair swept across his chest as she laid her head close to his navel, drinking in the delicious smells that emanated from his pure, sweet body. Rubbing her cheek against the smooth, hairless skin, she could hear the fierce rumblings of his churning stomach and sound of his breath coming in short, hard gasps. Turning her face directly into his middle section, Laura began probing his belly-button with her long wet tongue, swirling it around the edges and then darting into the center as she drilled eagerly at his cute indentation.
"Mmmmmmmmm ... that's nice!" exclaimed Keith, relaxing now that Laura's temporary insanity had subsided.
With tender solicitation, Laura cleansed and caressed every inch of Keith's fuzzy belly with her tongue, kneading his thin, firm young thighs with her fingers as she felt the tension flow gradually out of him.
"Ooooooohhh ... mmmmmmmmm...." sighed Keith, basking in the warmth that was spreading through his body as he felt her mouth make its way down his torso to his erected prick.
"Oh, Keith, please ... please let me see you naked!" pleaded Laura, as her hand began to push down the sides of his corduroy pants.
"Albright ... yes, go ahead, I don't care," he shuddered, giving in to his overpowering need to feel her touch on every part of him.
He arched his spine off the couch as Laura shoved his pants down hts scrawny legs, making his distended knob waggle provocatively before her view. Leaning over to push his pants off his ankles, she teasingly brushed her tits back and forth against his blood-engorged rod. Keith let out a groan as he felt her soft titties sweep over the head of his cock and, liking his response, Laura positioned herself in front of his groin with her boobs pointing straight at his phallus. Spreading her luscious orbs wide apart with her hands, she shoved herself forward, engulfing his hot prick between her tits and then, squeezing them tightly together, she trapped his throbbing member in her warm, dark cleavage.
"OOOOOHHHHHHH ... GOD! ... UUUUUHHHHHH!!!" he moaned, thrusting his cock harder against her as she squeezed and crushed him between her hot tits. He could feel the tissue in her breasts rolling around inside her while she slid up and down, pumping the hell out of his rock-hard prick.
"AAAAAHHHHHH ... YES! YES! OH, SWEETNESS ... OH, YOUR DICK'S SO BIG AND HARD!" crooned Laura, flattering the young boy, egging him on, trying to help him overcome his natural reluctance.
From the force of her pounding tits, Laura was able to push back the foreskin from the head of his cock and, bending her head down slightly, she began blowing softly on the hole in his pecker.
"UH ... UH ... OOOOHHHHHH ... M-M-MRS. PETERSON!!! WH-WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" he stammered, jerking involuntarily from the startling sensation of warm air streaming into his turgid stalk.
"Don't worry, dear," she said, trying to keep her voice from shaking as her lips drew closer to his hot little shaft. "Just lie back and enjoy the feeling. I'm trying my best to help you understand the play ... remember?" Oh, you sweet thing! she thought, Am I ever going to help you understand!
With his cock still held captive between her tits, she opened her hungry mouth and craned her neck until she reached the glistening head where small drops of cum-juice sparkled on the surface. The saliva was already gathering in her mouth, anticipating the delicious taste of his fresh young jizm as her yawning mouth engulfed his pulsating bulb.
"UUUUUUHHHHHOOOOOHHHHHH!!!" he cried when he felt the woman's moist, warm mouth taking in the most erotic part of him. A tremor of excruciating pleasure vibrated through his slim, muscular body as she gently applied suction to the taut surface of his musky-smelling penis, laving the sides of his quivering staff with her lascivious tongue.
"MMMMMM!" she sighed, savoring the salty-tasting mixture of his precoital juices and his sweat as she enthusiastically sucked him off and slapped his fuzzy balls with her big tits at the same time. God, his cock tastes delicious! she thought excitedly. I wonder if I could convince him to stick his adorable pink tongue into my slit?
Shuddering inwardly with the mere thought of Keith's inexperienced mouth going down on her, she began urgently bobbing her head, wanting the boy's first blow-job to be the best she could give him and something to remember for a long time.
"A ... AAAAHHHH ... AAAAAHHHHHH!" he groaned, feeling his juices gather at the base of his saliva-wetted shaft. SHE'S GOING TO SWALLOW MY CUM ... I CAN TELL! His mind swirling in a fog of passion as he recalled some of the lewd passages he had read from a book he had stolen from his older brother.
Suddenly, without warning, his juices were gushing through his cock shaft, jetting load after load of the creamy ejaculate into his teacher's sucking mouth as he moaned helplessly, clutching at the sides of the couch for support.
"Uh ... UHHHH ... UUUUUUNNNNN-NNGGGG!!!" he grunted, his throbbing organ sending hot streams of nectar-sweet cum down Laura's open throat as she gulped continuously to keep it from escaping out of her mouth.
Some of his voluminous jizm did manage to spill out of the comers of her stretched-out mouth and make its way down the curves of her heaving tits where it trickled slowly off the end of her nipples. Sucking the last of his thick juices out of his near-empty cock, Laura removed her mouth and brought his prick to her sticky-wet boobs and rubbed the head all over the surface of her fleshy mounds, rimming the hole of his knob with her hard nipples.
As Laura leaned back enjoying the smell of his pure, newly-released sperm-juice, she thrilled at the thought that it had been she who first introduced him to the joys of good, healthy sex. There was nothing wrong in what she did to him if anything, she broadened his view of life, and that, she decided, was a good thing indeed.
Smiling down into his pink, glowing face, she released his slightly-wilted cock and stood up.
"How would you like to do that to me, Keith?" Laura asked, hoping the boy wouldn't refuse her tremendous need to have her pussy eaten.
"Uh ... yeah, allright." agreed the breathless boy, still coming down from his fantastic climax.
Sitting down beside him on the couch, Laura scrunched up to the edge so that her butt hung over and then spread her thighs as far apart as they would go, inviting him to sit down between them on the floor.
Kneeling down between her pale, slightly-flabby thighs, Keith haltingly moved his mouth forward with his tongue already sticking out, like a child ready to lick a popsicle. The sight of her coral, slippery-wet gush surrounded by a profusion of light-brown, curly hair exceeded his every wet dream. Quaking with excitement he leaned closer, wanting to get a better look at the mysterious lips that puckered, invitingly, out of her snatch. He tried to ignore the strong woman odor that assailed his nostrils as his lips came in contact with her slit and, after a few seconds he completely forgot about it and concentrated solely on the velvety-textured cuntlips.
Timidly poking his fat, wet tongue into the gapping hole, Keith began wiggling it around, testing each new curve and bulge curiously, wanting to experience fully the much talked about pussy-eating. He decided, quickly, that the taste of a woman's cunt was a whole lot better than the smell and gobbled salaciously at the warm, flabby lips that hung suspended on the tip of his greedy tongue.
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!" squealed Laura, as the inquisitive boy discovered her protuberant clit. Pushing herself harder against his face, she squirmed and slid her ass around the edge of the couch, reveling in the burning sensation of his hot tongue on her pleasure nubbin. "OOOOHHHH, KEITH, EATMEEEEE ... EAT ME UP! HARDER ... OH, PLEASE, HARDER!!" she demanded, encouraging the inexperienced boy to speed up.
"OH, GOD, YES! THAT'S IT ... OH, CHRIST, THAT'S IT...!" she screamed as she felt her climax gathering force, ready to break loose with the fury of a raging storm.
The boy's tongue was licking and flicking furiously over the shaft of her bloated clitoris, sending exquisite, almost painful thrills through her sweat-slippery body, causing her legs to tremble spasmodically from the gripping tension.
"MMMMMMM ... GGGGGGLLLLLBBBBB!!" uttered the slurping boy, his entire mouth gorging on the lubricous cunt-juices that slithered down his throat, insatiably drilling his tongue with a staccato-like pace.
"UUUUUNNNNHHHH. OOOOHHHH, I'M ... I'M CUUUUUMMMMMMIIIIIINNNNNNGGGGG. GGGGG AA AAAAAW WWWWWW. OH, KEITH, DARLING! All ... AAAAHHHHHHH. CCUUMMIINNGG NNOOWW!!"
Totally immersed in the searing ecstasy of her blinding orgasm, Laura didn't hear the front door open, nor did she notice the shadow cast over the bobbing head of her young student, who, also was too involved in the heat of the moment to detect the presence of someone in the room. But the sound of the front door slamming shut with a vengeance brought her back to a sudden, cold reality as her mind leaped to the obvious conclusion that her son, Steve, had walked in on them. Pushing the perplexed boy away from her sooping twat, Laura bolted off the couch and ran for the door, hoping to call him back, but her legs gave out on her and, sliding down the surface of the door, she knew there was nothing she could say, nothing she could do to ease his pain. Oh, my poor, baby, she cried to herself.
CHAPTER FOUR
Laura watched silently as Keith struggled to get into his clothes, unable to explain to the confused, frightened boy what had taken place.
"But, Mrs. Peterson ... I don't understand ... what happened!" he chanted over and over again, trying desperately to get some information out of his dumbfounded teacher.
"It's allright, Keith," she reassured him, her voice sounding small and far away to her ears. "I'll explain later, but I do think you should leave as quickly as possible." Rising from the floor, she beckoned him to the door, hoping to speed up his departure.
"I'm sorry if I did something to...." the boy whined, not knowing what to say to the unpredictable woman.
"Okay, Keith, just go ... please!"
Stepping back from the door so that her nudity wouldn't be seen by the neighbors, she practically shoved the scared child out of the house, letting out a sigh of relief as she heard him walk down the steps to the sidewalk.
Christ, she felt shitty! Why in God's name did Steve have to come home early from his after-school job? On today of all days! Scourging herself with one filthy* invective after another, Laura tried, vainly, to rid herself of the tremendous feeling of guilt and sinfulness that was threatening to inundate her at any moment. I should have told him of my plans for Keith, he would have understood! But now ... 1 don't know if he'll ever forgive me! she thought, chastising herself for her lack of faith in her son.
Picking up her clothes that were scattered over the living room floor, she headed for her bedroom to change into something warm, hoping that her son would return home shortly, so that she could have a good heart-to-heart talk with him and patch things up. God, she prayed, silently, please make him come back to me ... he's the only thing I have!
Steve didn't return that night. Laura received a call from his best friend's mother asking her if it would be all right for Steve to spend the night with her son since they had both indicated that they wanted to study together for a big test. Laura gave her consent, knowing full well that that was just an excuse the boys had made up so that Steve wouldn't have to confront his mother.
Laura spent a hellish night alone, tossing and turning in her bed with visions of Steve's terrible accusations leaping out at her with nightmarish intensity.
The next morning Laura rose reluctantly from her bed, not relishing the idea of having to face Keith's questioning eyes while she endeavored to conduct a drama lesson. Somehow, she managed to get through the monotonous routine of the school day without caving in completely, carefully avoiding any contact with the boy that might be misinterpreted. As the last child filed out of the classroom, Laura decided she had better get it over with and call Keith to her desk. When the room was finally empty, Laura stood up and walked over to the small silent boy. Taking his hands into hers, she searched in her mind for a way to explain the events that took place yesterday.
"Uh ... Keith, I want you to know that what happened at my house wasn't your fault. My, uh ... my son, Steve, came home unexpectedly and, uh, saw us together. But, it's all right, dear," she lied. "I've talked to him and he promised that he won't tell anyone about our ... uh, our little session on the couch."
Keith had been sitting in his desk, mutely taking in the data that Laura was nervously giving him when, suddenly, he let out a short gasp and pointed to the door of the classroom. Turning around, Laura saw her student aide, Charlene, leaning against the frame of the door with a knowing smirk on her face.
"What is it you want, Charlene?" Laura asked, trying to keep her quivering voice under control.
"Oh, I just stopped in to get some papers from you to grade," she said, looking down at the teacher's hand still clasped tightly in Keith's.
Laura dropped his hand and walked to her desk, wildly foraging through the pile of papers, trying to find something to give the girl so she could get rid of her.
As she occupied herself with this task, Charlene shuffled into the room, heading directly for Keith's desk with the purpose of pumping some information out of the sweating young boy. She had suspected for some time now that Mrs. Peterson had a lech for little boys by the long, lingering looks she had caught her casting at various male members of the drama class. Sidling up to Keith, she bent down and whispered in his ear.
"How's it going, Keith? Has Mrs. Big Tits been giving you any lately?" she snickered, enjoying the sight of the boy squirming nervously in his seat.
"Wh ... what di you say?" he stuttered, pretending he didn't hear what she had said and wishing there was someway he could escape the penetrating stare of this brash girl.
"You heard me, sweetie," she replied, with a sickening smile on her face. "I know all about you two, and...."
She was interrupted by the sound of Laura coming up behind her with a stack of papers clutched in her hand for Charlene to grade.
"Here, Charlene, this ought to keep you busy for a while and, next time, I'd appreciate it if you'd knock before you enter my classroom." Her voice was icy with contempt for the unpleasant teenager.
As soon as Charlene left the room, Laura resumed her talk with Keith, telling him that it would be better if he didn't come over for a tutoring session today, but that tomorrow she was sure they could get some real work done. Putting her arm around him, she led him to the door, giving him a reassuring pat on his cheek and a conspiring wink as she ushered him out into the deserted hallway.
Keith walked to his locker, totally unnerved by his short conversation with Charlene, not knowing whether he should have told Laura about it or not. Turning the corner of the hall, he bumped into Charlene, who had been laying in wait for him, hoping to pull the exact details of their alliance out of him since she really knew nothing of what they had been up to and had only said what she did because she had wanted to upset the boy.
"Where're you going, Keith?" she asked, grabbing a hold of his sleeve before he could escape.
"I'm just going home ... leave me alone, will you?" he pleaded trying to wrench away from the tall, gangling girl who stood at least six inches above him.
"Wait a minute, you little bastard, I've got some questions to ask you!" she demanded, tightening her grip on the shaking boy. "How long have you and Mrs. Peterson been fooling around anyway?"
"Only yesterday, I swear!" he blurted out, feeling himself close to tears as he fought to get away from his interrogator. "Please, Charlene, don't tell anyone ... please!" he whined, pathetically.
"Sure, Keith, don't worry, you can trust me not to spill the beans," she said, smiling ingratiatingly at the trembling child. "Just tell me where you two meet and I won't say another word," Charlene promised, releasing him as she waited, excitedly, for this last vital data that would complete the picture.
"At her house, after school ... and now can I go!"
Watching the frightened boy run down the hall, Charlene grinned to herself, thinking, Far Fucking out! Now's my chance to get in some real action! I can hardly wait to get my hands on that sweet-assed son of hers, and when he finds out what I know about his mother, there's no way he can say no to me. The homely sixteen-year-old girl had tried, more than once, to entice Laura's son into bed with her, but the boy had been totally repulsed by her stick-like figure, stringy black hair, and rancid body odor, so all her attempts had been in vain. But now she held the trump card and, skipping down the hall like a care-free child, Charlene began plotting the strategy of her next move.
"Mrs. Peterson," the school secretary called out as Laura was quickly leafing through the mail in her box, anxious to get home to talk with Steve. "You have a visitor waiting for you in the teacher's lounge." Wondering who it could possibly be, Laura opened the door and walked in to be greeted by the smiling face of her ex-husband, Ron.
"Ron!" was all she was capable of uttering, shocked by his unexpected presence after not having seen him for over two years.
"Hi, Laura." He smiled tensely. "It's been a long time, hasn't it?" He stepped forward as if to embrace her.
"Wait a minute, Ron," she warned him. "We've been through this before ... what is it you want?" she asked suspiciously, knowing that with her ex-husband, everything had an ulterior motive.
"Same old Laura, I see," he commented, stopping in his tracks and reaching into his pocket for a cigarette. Lighting it up and taking a couple of deep puffs, he motioned for her to sit down. "I've come back to see how you and Steve "re getting along," answering her question as he leaned back in his chair, his intense brown eyes roving over the provocative curves of her body.
"I don't believe you, Ron. You've never indicated any interest in how either Steve or I were doing since the day you walked out of the house with the divorce papers in your hand!" she accused him. "What's the real reason you're here?"
Taking a long pause, Ron scooted to the edge of his chair and leaned forward, with a deadly serious look on his face.
"Laura ... I need your help, I'm ... I'm in trouble," he said, softly. "I was forced to abandon my contracting business and move out of town because of some ... well, some unpleasantness that took place between me and ... uh, some young girls that worked for me part-time." he concluded, looking completely miserable and dejected.
"Ron, what sort of unpleasantness are you referring to?" Laura probed, beginning to suspect what his answer was going to be. For a long time, she had had her suspicions about her husband's taste in sexual matters. In fact, one of the reasons they broke up was because his response to her in bed had been ultimate boredom and dissatisfaction with having to repeat the same act with a middle-aged woman.
"I ... uh, I got caught clicking and eating up two sixteen-year-olds in my office," he confessed, with an embarrassed, little-boy grin on his face.
"Oh, you're kidding!" squealed Laura, laughing, somewhat hysterically, at the coincidence of their mutual perversions.
"What's so damn funny! Their parents wanted to throw me in jail! Luckily, I was able to pay off the judge and split town before they could catch up with me," he said, not seeing the least shred of humor in the incident.
"Come on home with me and 111 explain it on the way," suggested Laura, still giggling over the weird, funny way fate had brought them to the same place in life.
CHAPTER FIVE
Ron stood in the middle of the living room surveying it like he was seeing it for the first time.
"God, it seems like I've been away for a million years instead of a little over two!" he said, walking over to the couch and plopping down on it. "You've made some changes, I see," pointing to a wall covered with prints of Mexican folk art. "I like it."
Laura went to the bar and fixed them both a large, cool drink and then joined Ron on the couch, handing him his, searching for a way to approach the subject of her and Steve. She had explained her exploit with Keith to him on the way home in the car and he had been very understanding about it, particularly so since he had been involved in a similar situation. However, she wasn't quite so confident about what his reaction would be to the revelation that his ex-wife and his son had been screwing together.
"Uh ... Ron, I have something else I've got to tell you and I hope you'll take it as gracefully as you did about the episode with Keith," she began, taking a big gulp of her drink before she continued. "It's about Steve and I ... well, you know that we've ... we've both been lonely and, uh, kind of horny and ... oh, Christ!" Taking another huge swig of her drink, she plunged in. "We've been screwing each other!" she blurted, flinching slightly, expecting him to hit her right in the chops.
After a slight pause, he looked at her and said: "Oh, is that right? How was it?"
"Ron, you mean you don't mind?" she asked, incredulously, hardly believing his reaction.
"Listen, Laura," he said, calmly, "If I had a daughter, I'd be sticking it to her right now."
"Oh, thank God!" she sighed, tremendously relieved by his favorable reaction. Laying aside her drink, she slid across the couch and wrapped her arms around him to show him her gratitude for his understanding attitude.
"Mmmmmmm, I think I could grow to like that," he whispered. "It appears that fucking little boys agrees with you because you were never this affectionate to me when we were married," he commented, pulling her closer against his chest.
"Oh, Ron, it does feel nice to have you home again!" she crooned, surprised at the sudden desire she felt for this man, when for years she had felt nothing but numbness and boredom. Slipping her hand inside his shirt, she began stroking the hair that grew profusely on his chest, circling his flat, hard titties with her fingernails and tweaking the nipples playfully.
Delighted by her aggressiveness, Ron returned the compliment by pulling her onto his lap and grabbing big handfuls of her boobs, squeezing and caressing them with renewed interest.
"You always did have the nicest set of tits I've ever come across ... they're so big and bouncey!" he murmured, hefting them in his hands. "Hey, what if for old time's sake we, uh, you know ..?" his voice trailing off as Laura's mouth mashed against his, giving him the longest, most passionate kiss she'd ever given him before.
"Oh, Laura, what're we waiting for? Let's go!" he urged, his prick already swollen painfully big in the tight crotch of his pants. Picking her up in his arms, Ron carried her to their bedroom and dumped her gently on the bed and began quickly undressing, anxious to see what other new and exciting changes had taken place in her lovemaking since his departure. She had always been passive, never wanting to take the initiative in sex, and it was becoming more obvious to him, by the moment, that her affairs with young boys was doing her a world of good.
Seeing his huge erection, Laura started pulling her clothes off, passionately wanting the feel of his big, hairy pole inside of her. She watched him, excitedly, as he climbed on the bed, his immense sack of balls swaying enticingly below his upright shaft, inviting her dripping cunt to unite with him and become one.
"Jesus! I'd forgotten how big your cock is!" she exclaimed, reaching out to grab his stiff shaft in both her hands. Pushing back the tightly-stretched foreskin, she bent forward and licked off a drop of fluid that had seeped out of the head of his quivering dick. "Mmmmmmmm, that tastes allright!" she admitted, savoring the unmistakable flavor of cum-juice.
"OOOOOHHHHH, LAURA, YOU NEVER DID THAT TO ME BEFORE!" he husked, surprised and delighted at her newly-discovered talent.
"Would you like a little more of the same, or would you rather get down to business?" she cooed, feeling deliciously wanton at her ex-husband's shocked response.
"Oh, uh ... it's been so long since we've screwed!" he hesitated, enormously excited with the idea of her sucking him off, but desperately needing to ram his throbbing cock into her hot, creamy gash. "Let's fuck now, the rest can wait till later!" he urged, frantically spreading her thighs widely apart as he crawled in closer to his target, his prick jerking wildly with hungry desire.
"Oh, Ron, yes!" she cried, lifting her legs and wrapping them tightly around his body. "Let's do it now. Oh, please fuck me, fuck me hard!"
Still clutching his bloated rod in her hands, she guided it to the entrance of her slippery wet hole and began rubbing it vigorously up and down and all around the sides of her velvety textured cuntlips, sending shivers of delight through her body every time it came in contact with her blood-engorged clitoris.
"Ooooooo, Laura, stop torturing me!" he groaned. "Let me shove it in!" As she released his pulsating tool, Ron lunged forward, cramming his big hard cock into her tight twat, forcing his way up her tube until his cockhead slammed, powerfully, against the opening to her womb.
"A A A A A A R R R R RRGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!" she whimpered, clenching her teeth as she felt a wave of pain caused by her vagina trying to stretch to accommodate his enormous, thrusting cock.
"Uuuuuuuunnnnnnn ... I think you're as tight as the first day I dicked you," Ron murmured with pleasure, enjoying the sensation of her strong cunt muscles gripping and releasing his slithering shaft. Reaching around her twitching ass, Ron grabbed a handful of each soft, curvaceous orb, squeezing them together as he plunged with pile-driving force deeper into her vibrating pussy.
"AAAAHHHHHH ... OH, FASTER! OOOOOOOHHHHHHH! DAMN!" she urged, writhing and wiggling beneath him, thrusting her pelvis forward to meet each jab of his wildly pistoning rod.
Together they hunched and pounded each other with fierce intensity, screwing with a passionate abandon they had never experienced before in all the years of married life.
"UuuuuuHHHHHH ... oh, baby! I'm going to C-CCUUUMMMMM!" Ron grunted, stiffening his body as he felt his orgasm gathering force, ready to burst out like a hurricane unleashing its tremendous power. "AAAAAAUUUUUUGGGG-GGHHHHHH!!!" he moaned feeling cum-juice erupt, shooting through her tube in short, hard spurts.
The instant she felt his warm, wet ejaculate surge through her, she arched her back and gave in to her own trembling climax, as every nerve-ending tingled with the excruciating pleasure of total stimulation.
"OoooooohhhhhHHHH! HHHHMMMMMMM! That was terrific!" she sighed, lying back on the bed and relaxing her grip from around his back. "Why couldn't it have been that good when we were together before?" she wondered, aloud. Shifting over to the side of the bed to make room for Ron to he beside her, Laura pondered the implications of that question.
"Perhaps the reason we could never get it on before was that we both needed the extra excitement of turning on young kids and, without that, we became old and stale before our time," ventured Ron.
"I think you must be right, dear," Laura agreed, cuddling up to her ex-husband's still warm, sweaty body. Flicking her tongue along the side of his neck and swabbing the outer edges of his ear, she teasingly persisted at bringing him back to his former state of arousal. Like a wanton seductress, she'nipped and caressed him intermittently, fully enjoying her new role as the sexual aggressor.
As they were involved in exploring each other with renewed vigor, Steve walked in the house. After having time to think over what his mother had done and deciding that it really wasn't that big a deal, he was anxious to set things straight with her. Searching through the house for Laura, he began to get nervous, afraid that his mother might have done something rash because of his shitty attitude toward his discovery of her fucking around with the boy.
"Mom ... Mom!" he called out, rushing down the hall to her bedroom and flinging the door open. "Mom! ... Dad!" he uttered, shocked at seeing them together after so many years. "Wh-what are you doing here, anyway?" he stammered, moving further into the room and nodding toward his father.
"Hi, Son, just thought I'd drop in and see how the two of you were doing," he grinned, tweaking Laura's tit with his hand as he talked.
"But, Dad, I ... I don't understand!" the confused boy whined, unable to comprehend the awkward situation and beginning to feel pangs of jealousy toward his errant parent. Watching his mother's obvious enjoyment of his father's solicitous caresses, he turned to leave, not wanting to intrude any longer in a place where he was not wanted.
"Wait a minute, Son!" his father beckoned. "Why don't you join us and we'll all have some fun together?" he suggested, raising himself up on his elbows and pointing to the empty space on the other side of Laura.
"Are you putting me on?" Steve asked, a look of total bewilderment on his face.
"Now why would I want to do that?" Ron replied, smiling broadly at the sight of his preplexed child, obviously enjoying the boy's discomfort immensely.
"Steve," Laura broke in. "He knows all about us, so it's all right, dear ... if you want to." Patting the side of the bed next to her, Laura graciously extended him an invitation to join them in a rousing family reunion.
Not having the foggiest idea what had taken place between the two' of them and, at this point, no longer caring, Steve kicked off his shoes and began removing his shirt, anxious to participate in what promised to be a wild experience.
"Are you sure you don't mind, Mom?" he asked, hesitating for a moment with his hands poised on the fly of his pants.
"Mind? Are you kidding? This is every girl's dream!" she encouraged him, her pussy just itching to get a taste of his sweet, young dick inside of it. "Come on, hurry up, Steve!" Laura urged, her excitement rising by the moment as she watched him drop his pants to the floor and shyly walk toward the bed with his erected cock waggling licentiously before him.
"That-a-boy, Steve!" crowed Ron, proudly, echoing encouragement to the reticent youth.
"Let's show this frisky mare what we Peterson men are really made of!"
A strange camaraderie began developing between father and son as they mutually shared in the sensual delights of Laura's voluptuous body. As parent and child there was very little feeling expressed for each other, but as two males eager for sexual gratification, they were on equal ground and a bond of respect and admiration was beginning to grow between them.
Laura lay immersed in a haze of exquisite sensations as Ron and Steve stroked and caressed every inch of her warm, soft body, from the tip of her head to the ends of her toes. The fine, baby-soft hair covering her body was standing straight up on end from the nerve-tingling stimulation that was being given to each crack, each crease, and each curve that was discovered by the probing, searching fingers of the two guys. Each one worked meticulously and relentlessly to give her the most thorough, mind-blowing body massage she could ever hope to get.
"Oooooohhhhh ... Stop! NO! Don't stop! OOOOOOHHHHHH, GOD ... I CAN'T STAND IT!" she whimpered, writhing and squirming between the two of them, as Steve concentrated on nibbling on the inner-part of her thighs and Ron avidly sucking on her delicious, heaving titties. "Ooooohhhh, Christ!" she cried, flailing her arms helplessly in the air as she gasped for breath, her blood boiling from the heat of her animal passion. "I've ... I've got to have one of you NOW!!!" she pleaded, half out of her mind with the unremitting lust that surged through her every pore.
"Go ahead, Steve, give her your best!" Ron encouraged, lifting his mouth from her saliva-covered nipple. "Your mother promised to suck my dick and I intend for her to keep that promise!" he said, giving Laura a salacious wink.
Steve crawled in between her soft, widely separated thighs, his hand grasping his quivering rod as he guided it toward the center of her pink, slippery cuntlips while Ron brought his hulking, hairy pole into position just above her parted lips, his bulging, wrinkled scrotum dangling enticingly inches away from her passion-glazed eyes.
"Oooooohhhhh, hurry! Please hurry!" begged Laura, her tongue lashing out, frantically trying to reach Ron's teasing prick. Her son moved with excruciating slowness toward the entrance to her pulsating vagina as the two of them squatted over her body, torturously prolonging their own desires to fill her with their quaking meat.
Facing each other, with Laura's writhing, twisting body twitching below them, the two males paused for one more exquisite, agonizing moment before they took the plunge. Then, as if by some unspoken agreement, they thrust themselves into her awaiting cavities, stuffing her with delicious, throbbing cocks.
"HHHHHHHNNNNNFFFFF!" she groaned, her mouth full of Ron's hot, blue-veined dick pushing against the sides of her throat and gouging at her tonsils and her twat crammed to exploding with Steve's sweet, young fuck shaft.
Tilting over with his ass stuck in the air, Ron buried his face in Laura's panting boobs as he shoved himself deeper into the recesses of her suctioning mouth, his massive balls banging against her nostrils, practically suffocating her with its densely covered hair.
Gripping his butt for support, Laura slid as much of his prick into her throat as she-could stand, choking a little as she felt the head ram against her tonsils. "UUUUNNNNGGGGHHHH!" she moaned, tossing her head from side to side as she felt her son pounding relentlessly at the mouth of her uterus, his hands digging into her thighs as he tried to keep her from gyrating them all right off the bed.
"AAAAHHHH!!!!" rasped Ron, feeling her searching finger probe his asshole and then slither in up to the hilt. The pressure began to gather in his balls as he sensed his impending orgasm, knowing that when it happened it would be an earth-shaking release. "Oooooohhhh, Laura! Not so HAAARD!" he cautioned her, her teeth gripping the sides of his staff as she tossed hysterically from one side of the bed to the other with her son bounding frenetically on top of her, clutching on for dear life.
"MOM! UUUUNNNNGGGG!! OH ... OOOOOHHHH, GOD! YOU'RE K1111L LLIIINNNGGG MMMMEEEE!!!" Steve shrieked, her voracious cunt-muscles squeezing him unmercifully up and down the length of his bloated knob.
Every muscle in her body was tensed like steel, clamping down with unbelievable strength on the explosive rods that gorged her gullet and crammed her pelvis as buckets of sweat poured off her body from her powerful exertions.
"Mmmmmm," she crooned, tasting the first drops of cum that leaked prematurely from Ron's shuddering cock. Sucking more urgently, anxious to drink in more of the scrumptious fluid, Laura's cheeks bulged out from the tremendous pressure she was applying to his triggered organ.
Ron hunched into her mouth, plunging his dick at her frantically. His entire body was shuddering spasmodically as the juice began to stream up from his nuts and out his quivering staff.
Laura could feel the sides of his dong expanding as the ejaculate surged up the thick tool and then exploding like an ignited powder keg in her throat, filling her cavity with wave after wave of the slippery, pungent-tasting cum-juice. She gulped hungrily, swallowing the hot sticky stuff down as it shot in spurts out the head of his sperm-spitting dick.
"OOOOHHHH! OOOOOHHHHH! OOOOOHHHHH! AA A AAHHHHH!" joined in Steve, slamming his flaming prick madly into her squishy cunny, his puckery balls slapping lewdly against her juice-wetted snatch.
Hammering away at his mother as his dad kept filling her up to the brim with his voluminous jism, Steve lost himself in the agony-ecstasy of his own orgasm, corkscrewing his jerking prick in and out of her rippling tube.
"OOOOOHHHHHMMMM!!" Laura gurgled, feeling his hot sperm rush in torrents into her pulsating vagina, spraying the walls of her womb with thick, creamy boy-cum. "Mmmmmm, Oooooowwww, yyyyeeetttthhhh!" she mumbled, as rivulets of Ron's seminal fluid came pouring out the sides of her mouth, down her chin, and across the length of her beautifully arched neck.
"Oh!" gasped Ron, flopping back onto the bed with a thud, bouncing Steve right off of Laura's body.
"Christ!" Steve panted, rolling onto his side with his arm buckling out from under him every time he tried to raise himself up to a sitting position.
"Aaaahhh," murmured Laura, laying absolutely still, squarely in the middle of the bed, with streaks of cum and sweat glistening from her knees to her cheekbones.
The three of them lay mellowly basking in a euphoria of physical satisfaction, savoring that precious moment right after complete release when everything seems right and good and there is no evil left to see.
The tranquility lasted only for a moment. Having revived her strength, Laura reached out with her foot and, with the extremely strong muscles in her toes, gripped the skin on Steve's abdomen and pinched the hell out of him.
"OUCH!" he yelled. "What'd you do that for?"
"I was testing to see if you were still alive," she replied, giving him an impish grin.
"How about you?" she inquired of Ron, reaching up and pulling some of the hairs that grew around his asshole.
"Goddamn it!" he shouted, leaping up onto his knees, staring down into the beautiful smiling face of the troublemaker. "What do you want, woman?" he asked, leaning toward her as she beckoned him with her finger. She waited until his face was hanging inches above hers then she whispered:
"I want you." And then, to Steve, "And I want you!"
Bounding to an upright position, practically knocking Ron over as she came up, Laura grabbed them both in her arms and lavished wild, wet kisses all over their faces, giggling and laughing in between smacks.
"I want you both, together!" she announced. "Come on ... let's FUCK!!!"
With an excitement that she thought could never be possible for her, she threw herself down in the middle of the bed and shifted onto her side, waiting for the two partially recovered guys to join her. Ron crawled over facing her, leaving Steve by himself at the end of the bed, not quite sure of where he was supposed to go or what he was supposed to do. Seeing his obvious confusion, Ron pointed his finger at Laura's ass, indicating to the inexperienced boy just where he was supposed to put his cock. With a look of considerable doubt, Steve ventured over and took up his position curled around Laura's backside.
Pumping Ron's semi-rigid dong with one hand and rimming the hole of Steve's already erected prick with the other one, Laura worked vigorously to bring them back to full potential, her pussy literally dancing in anticipation.
"Hhhhmmm," sighed Ron, feeling his prick starting to tingle as fresh blood rushed into the growing bulge.
"Mmmmm," echoed Steve, more than ready to stick it in Laura, if he only knew how.
"Steve," instructed Laura, "spit on your finger and ... uh," losing her train of thought as she directed Ron's turgid stalk to her slippery gash, rubbing it in and out teasingly. "Then, rub it around my asshole and on the end of your dick," she continued, hunching her mound of venus at the head of Ron's pecker. "And ... stick it in!" she finished, breathlessly.
Doing what his mother told him, Steve spit a big glob of saliva on his index finger and rubbed it all over the head of his cock, pulling back the foreskin and wetting the glans as well. Bringing his finger up to his mouth, he spit another huge wad of saliva and, reaching down with his finger crooked so he wouldn't lose any, he thoroughly swabbed Laura's bung hole. Getting a good, firm hold on her large soft cheeks, he carefully spread them apart and aimed his pulsating rod at the pink, puckery opening.
"Okay!" he warned, thoroughly convinced that his bloated pole would never fit in her tiny asshole.
With perfect timing, father and son lunged themselves into Laura, their hard cocks crashing together against the thin wall that separates twat from anus.
"AAAARRRRHHHH!!!" she yelped, clenching her ass tightly together as she felt Steve's hard rod tearing away at the resisting tissues of her lower intestines.
"UUUHHHH ... M-M-MOM! Don't squeeze so HAAARD!" Steve pleaded, his prick being crushed by the strangle hold her strong butt muscles had on him
"I think it's great!" interjected Ron, thoroughly enjoying the sensation of her taut vaginal muscles gripped around his slippery pole.
"AAAHHH ... I ... I THINK I LIKE THIS!!" announced Laura, the pain from Steve's entry washing away and being replaced by the completely pleasurable feeling of being crammed to the bursting point with stiff, pulsating cocks.
Ron held Laura's face in his hands and was giving her long, tongue-lashing kisses while Steve reached around and began caressing and manipulating her cum-stained titties as all three humped into each other. Wrapping her legs around Ron's back so that Steve could get more access to her tight shit-hole, Laura thrusted forward to meet her ex-husband's jabs to her cunt and swung her hips back to drive the long, powerful plunges of Steve's youthful prick deeper into her ass.
"OOOOHHHH!" she moaned, rocking back and forth between the two sweating bodies, one soft and smooth and the other hard and hairy. "IT FEEEELS SOOOO GOOOOD!" she crooned. "I JUST LOVE IT ... LOVE IT ... LOVE IT!!!" Laura chanted, pumping her body back and forth in a lust-driven rhythm.
"MMMMMMMM!" sighed Ron, his tongue delving deeper into her cum-tasting mouth as he hunched his throbbing dick up to the hilt, bouncing against the bulging womb wall as his son pistoned his energetic dong from the other side with an impact that vibrated the membranous divider like a rubber band.
"UUUUNNNNHHHH!!" Steve grunted, pinching Laura's nipples harder as he felt the beginnings of an orgasm building up with furious intensity from the constant shifting and wiggling of her hard-driving ass against his penetrating cock.
"OOOOHHHH ... AAAHHH ... OH, MY GOD!" all three of them echoed. Clinging tightly to each other, forming a squishy, slamming, pounding family sandwich, they all came off together, enveloped in a raging, primordial heat of animal passion.
Cum erupted into Laura's vibrating cavities as they shot round after round of their juices out the ends of their quivering dicks. Her cum-filled snatch couldn't contain any more and the thick, viscous jism began pouring out her slit, running down Ron's muscular thighs and dripping out her puckered asshole onto Steve's slapping balls.
"Aaaaahhhh," they sighed, relaxing their grip on each other as they melted into the comfortable mattress, totally exhausted and thoroughly drenched with sweat and sticky cum.
"Boy, you fellows sure wear a girl out," Laura panted, trying to recover her breath. "What do you say we take a shower together?" she suggested and then added, "And I'll tell you both about the little outing I have planned for my drama students that'll make what we've done just now seem like a church picnic!"
"Wow, what is it, Mom ... what've you got in mind?" Steve probed, as she marched them off to the bathroom.
"You'll find out ... you'll find out," she replied, teasingly.
CHAPTER SIX
"Keith, did you sign up for the drama class beach party?" Charlene asked, waylaying the boy at the bike rack as he was getting ready to pedal over to Laura's for his next lesson.
"Yeah, why?" he asked sharply, wishing she would quit bugging him.
"Oh, I just wondered," she answered casually. "You know that I'm going to be a chaperone for you kids, don't you?" she said smugly, lying through her teeth.
"Who said?" Keith demanded. The mere thought of Charlene coming to the party was spoiling it for him already.
"Mrs. Peterson said, that's who!" Charlene announced defiantly. "Hey, listen, Keith," she crooned soothingly, changing her tactics abruptly with the hope of getting the boy's confidence.
"Why don't I go with you today to Mrs. Peterson's and I can help with the tutoring ... how's about it?" she enthused, wanting desperately to become a part of the excitement and intrigue that Keith was experiencing.
"Not on your life, Charlene!" he stated emphatically. "We don't need no skinny broad butting in on our fun ... especially when there's someone like Mrs. Peterson around."
Jumping on his bike, he tore off down the street, leaving Charlene fuming and seething with anger and disappointment.
"I'll show that little brat that he can't brush ME off that easily!" she muttered to the vacant lot and then, turning, she headed for the school office to obtain Laura's address from the secretary.
"Hi, Keith, come on in," Laura greeted the boy at the front door, anxious to get him inside the house, and then, his cock inside of her.
"I hope I'm not late," Keith apologized. "Charlene stopped me at school and said she was going to be a chaperone for the party," Keith blurted out as soon as he's stepped into the room. "Is that true, Mrs. Peterson?"
"No, I never asked her to chaperone the party, Keith," she said, pulling the boy down onto the couch beside her. "Why would she say a thing like that?" Laura crooned, reaching out and stroking the silky hair that stuck out around his ears.
"I ... I think it's because she knows about us," the boy stammered.
"What? What do you mean she knows about us? Who told her?" Laura shouted, wrenching herself up off the couch and standing threateningly over the trembling youngster.
"She guessed, Mrs. Peterson! I didn't tell her, honest!" he answered tremulously, very near to breaking into tears.
"All right, dear, I believe you," she said soothingly, calming down enough to sit back down on the couch and try to sort out her jumbled, emotional thoughts on his frightening revelation. "How do you think she found out, Keith?" hoping he could give her a clue as to what tipped Charlene off.
"I dunno, but she knew I was coming here today and she asked if she could come along," he told Laura, feeling totally miserable and wishing he'd never gotten into this mess in the first place.
"Hhhmmmmmmm," Laura said, thinking out loud. "I wonder what it would take to make a skinny, unattractive teenaged girl keep her mouth shut?" After pausing a few minutes, Laura jumped up off the couch like she'd been goosed. With an ecstatic look on her face, the answer flashed before her eyes. "Of course!" That was the only thing she would say to Keith as she did an impromptu jig in the middle of the living room floor, extremely pleased with herself for coming up with the solution.
"Keith, pull back the curtains on the window," she ordered, pointing to the heavy drapes that covered' the large plate glass picture window in the living room. "And take off all your clothes," she added. "I'm going to make a telephone call and then we're going to set us a trap and catch us a very horny animal!"
Steve sat quietly hidden behind the huge pampas bush that covered one corner of the front of their house, thinking his mother was a bit nutty to even come up with this plan, let alone to assume it was going to work. No girl, not even homely Charlene, was going to risk getting caught as a Peeping Tom just to get her rocks off watching a middle-aged woman fuck a little kid, he thought, wondering why he had agreed to her crazy scheme in the first place. After receiving his mother's weird phone call, Steve had had to fake a stomach ache in order to leave his after-school job and he was beginning to regret the loss of money already. This ain't going to work, he thought, shaking his head.
Just then he heard a rustling noise near the opposite side of the pampas bush and quickly skirted around the corner of the house so he wouldn't be detected. Peeking around the corner, he spied Charlene edging up to the window sill, crawling on her hands and knees like some stealthy Indian scout reconnoitering the enemies' position. Smiling to himself, Steve thought, By God, that old lady of mine is pretty sharp!
Laura and Keith were ready for action as they heard the sharp tap on the side window of the living room that was to be the signal from Steve to start their little melodrama.
"Okay, Keith," Laura directed, flushing with excitement like an actress standing in the wings waiting for the curtain to rise on opening night. "Go out there and do your stuff!"
Shoving the reluctant boy toward the middle of the unveiled picture window, she stood at the side of the curtain trying to sneak a peek at Charlene, giggling wickedly to herself as she envisioned the girl's reaction to Keith's ludicrous performance. Laura was tremendously pleased with the forethought she had shown in calling up the school to check on Charlene's whereabouts and discovering that the girl had gotten her address from the secretary because this was so much better than confronting her coldly, and a hell of a lot more fun.
Watching Keith's wildly comical gyrations all over the living room floor was more than Laura could stand. There, exposed to Charlene's unbelieving eyes, was Keith, made up like a sex-crazed voodoo doctor, totally naked and with garish, brightly-colored stripes of stage make-up painted in lewd designs all over his slim young body. Across his forehead were painted the words: FUCK ME, and across his pink, round butt were printed the words: SUCK ME. Laura was extremely proud of her hastily done artwork and laughed raucously with her hands clamped over her mouth as Keith pressed his bare ass against the window and rolled himself from one cheek to the other, back and forth against the glass for Charlene's inspection and approval.
Keith was really starting to get into his part, throwing off all his previous inhibitions as he devised newer and more ingenious ways of grossing out the prying, bossy girl that lay hidden, unsuspecting, in the bush. Taking his flaccid dong in his hand, he began waving it salaciously with the bull's eye painted around the foreskin pointing directly out the window, then, yanking back the foreskin, he exposed the head of his cock with a smiling face painted on it which he jammed into the window glass, much to his own amusement and delight.
My God! thought Charlene, peering through the large leaves of the bush at the bizarre act that Keith was performing with obvious gusto. What kind of weirdy kinky things have these two gotten themselves into? Shaking her head in total disbelief of what her eyes were seeing, she wondered absently, where the second half of this absurd spectacle was keeping herself. Aside from the fact that this was the craziest sight she had ever witnessed, Charlene began to enjoy the show Keith was putting on and found herself getting pretty excited as she watched him twang his dong like he was strumming a guitar while his little prick grew larger and pinker by the moment.
All of a sudden music began blaring from an unseen corner of the living room and Laura came leaping out from behind the curtain to the center of the window to form the most unusual duet that Charlene was ever to see in her life. Costumed in nothing more than a sequin pasted on each nipple and a rose in her teeth, Laura began executing a nitty-gritty, downtown bump and grind around Keith, throwing her all into every lewd posture she could think of. While she had been directing Keith from the sidelines, she had gulped down two very stiff highballs and now, feeling more than a little tipsy, she had no qualms about doing everything possible to blow the poor girl's mind.
Cupping her bejeweled tits in her hands, she ran them up and down Keith's back and then, swirling around, did the same thing to his front as he stood there doing obscene pelvic thrusts at his unseen audience with his stiff cock flapping and his red and green painted balls swinging. Taking her rose out of her teeth, Laura started tickling him on the end of his dick with it, laughing loudly as she watched him squirm away from her from the nerve-tingling stimulation she was giving him. Chasing him around in a tight little circle in front of the window, she teased him with the threat of sticking the soft rose up his butt as both of them practically forgot about Charlene still squatting in the bush, engrossed as they were in their own sex fun.
Jesus Christ! thought Steve. Crouched around the corner of the house, he waited impatiently for his cue to bring their play to an end. I'd better go ahead and do what I'm supposed to before Charlene decides to take off or, worse yet, the neighbors will be calling the cops because of all the racket they're making! Closing the gap between him and the bush with a couple of long-legged strides, Steve pounced down in front of the partially hidden girl, parting the leaves and peering into her startled face.
"Having a good time, Charlene?" he asked smoothly.
"AAAAAAIIIIIEEEEEEE!" she screamed, falling on her ass as she scrambled frantically to get out.
"Shut up, you idiot!" he commanded, grabbing one of her flailing arms so she couldn't escape. Steve dragged her out of the bush using all his strength to hold on to her, as she wiggled and squirmed to get out of his powerful grip.
"Oh, please ... ret me go!" she whimpered, struggling hysterically as Steve yanked her up to her feet and wrapped his arms around her, crushing her forcefully against his chest.
"Listen to me, Charlene!" he insisted, trying to calm her down and beginning to feel pretty rotten about the whole thing. "Come into the house with me and I'll explain everything to you," Steve promised, stroking the back of her head as she gave in and leaned against him, shaking uncontrollably from her fear of what she thought they were going to do to her.
Clutching tightly onto her hand, Steve led her into the living room and sat her down on the couch, looking around for the two conspirators in this crazy plot who had conveniently vanished, leaving him holding the bag.
"Goddamn it, where are those two, anyway?"
Drawing the drapes across the picture window, Steve began searching through the house for Keith and Laura, leaving Charlene alone to contemplate her next move.
Well, at least I've got a chance now to work on Steve, she thought, calming down enough to see the advantages to the situation she had gotten herself into. Getting up and milling around the room, she occupied herself by fingering various artifacts that drew her attention as she waited nervously for Steve's return.
"I found them!" he announced, striding across the room toward her. "But they're, uh, kind of busy at the moment, so I guess it's up to me to do the explaining. Sit down and 111 try my best to make this whole insane affair clear to you ... if that's possible," he said, sounding very doubtful.
After about half an hour of Steve groping for words and Charlene giggling at his discomfort, they both flung themselves back on the couch, relieved that everything was finally out in the open.
"You mean you people went to all this trouble just to teach me to mind my own business ... or did you have something more in mind?" Charlene probed, her heart pounding wildly in her chest as she drew herself closer to Steve.
"Uh ... I guess that's what my mom had in mind, but you know, Charlene, you're, uh, not such a bad-looking chick ... I mean, you've got a pretty face!" he stammered, trying to keep in mind what his mother had said about keeping the girl happy, no matter what he might have to do. Watching her face light up when he said that, he decided that she really wasn't too bad looking, in fact, if she'd wash her hair a little more often and gain a few more pounds, she could be a real knock-out.
"Oh, Steve, do you really think so?" she simpered, squirming her butt on the sofa cushion, just dying for him to make her an offer to join their little group.
"Sure, I mean it?" he replied enthusiastically, curving his arm around the back of the couch and shifting closer to the horny girl. "You know, Charlene, there's no reason why we can't uh, have a little fun while we're waiting for Keith and my mom to finish up their, uh, business," he coaxed softly in her ear.
"Oh, I agree ... yes, let's have some fun!" she whispered breathlessly, her pussy squishy from the hot juices that were already starting to flow from his exciting suggestion.
Steve pulled her head toward him, the eager girl's mouth open and ready to receive his kiss. Suddenly, he was kissing her, his tongue lashing into her incredibly soft, warm mouth as she sucked avidly on his wet lips, moaning softly to herself while she probed cautiously into his deep cavity. Their first kiss lasted for an incredibly long time and they both broke apart panting and gasping for air, holding each other tightly as they tried to recover from the dizzying effect of the kiss.
"Mmmmmmm, Charlene, you tasted so sweet!" Steve crooned, rubbing his wet lips lightly down the sides of her throat while reaching around her slender body to grab one of her small tits.
"Steve ... oh, God!" she sighed, her body trembling with desire from the mere touch of his hand on her boob. Arching her back, she encouraged him to take more of the small mound into his grasp as she nipped teasingly at his earlobe, sending shivers of delight racing through him.
"Jeez, you feel nice!" he said, surprised at the softness of her slender titty and rock-hardness of her distended nipple. Slipping his hand under her sweater and past the worn-out elastic of her bra, he managed to cup his fingers around her soft, warm flesh and began kneading and stroking the heaving orb delightedly. He could feel the first of his hot cream oozing out the tip of his stiffened rod as she taunted him unmercifully with her slippery wet tongue, Frenching him in the ear until he thought he would go crazy.
"Does that turn you on, Steve?" Charlene whispered throatily, wiggling underneath his hot palms.
"God, yes!" he husked, twirling her hard, puckered nipples between his fingers, practically tearing the loose bra off of her with his straining hands. "Charlene, I've got to see you naked!" Steve implored, pressing his blood-swollen cock hard against the side of her thigh.
"Yes, yes ... and I want to see you, too!" she panted. Her hands fluttered to his shirt, hastily fumbling with the buttons as her need for him grew into a seething passion.
Steve released her from his arms and threw himself back against the couch, giving her more room to yank at his shirt, watching her with amazement as she growled softly to herself while working, feverishly, to get him naked. Pulling him forward and pushing the sleeves down his arms, Charlene released him from his shirt. She threw the shirt on the floor and then, reached down and pulled off her sweater, tossing it down, too. Hunching her shoulders, she slipped her plain white bra off of her and undid the clasp in the back, adding it to the pile of clothes. She knelt up on the couch beside Steve and, with a strange hungry look on her face, she swung a leg over and straddled his lap, her hot breath blowing softly across his flushed cheeks. Arching her spine, she offered his lips a rosy-pink nipple, rubbing the rough texture of her jeans against the smooth-hardness of his naked chest.
"Oooooommmmmmmmm," Steve crooned, sucking eagerly on the velvety textured nipple.
The sensations that were shooting through her titillated tits were driving Charlene out of her mind. She thrust herself harder into Steve's suctioning mouth, enabling him to take all of her small breast into his gaping orifice.
"OOOOOOHHHHHHHHH ... STEVE!" she rasped, humping her boob in and out as she felt her cuntal muscles vibrating with the first spasms of an orgasm. Her crotch was already sopping wet from the constant dripping of her pussy juices. "UH ... UH, OH, WAIT!" she moaned, jumping up off his lap and ripping the zipper down on her pants. She quickly shoved them off her legs and stood, boldly, in front of the trembling boy, seductively offering herself for his appraisal.
Steve sat riveted to the couch with a gigantic hard-on poking against the fabric of his pants, completely fascinated by this aggressive girl and not at all sure whether he could handle her or not. Gazing on the fine, delicate curves of her young slender body, he decided that it sure would be fun to try. After all, he reasoned, his mother had taught him a few things about screwing, so he wasn't totally in the dark, even if this was only the third time he'd ever done it.
Charlene stepped in closer so he could stroke the long, soft sides of her firm body, standing perfectly still between his legs as he slowly caressed her tingling flesh. His long, tapered fingers felt incredibly smooth as they drifted around the undulating curves of her waist and hips and then glided up the baby-soft skin on her inner thighs. "Oh, Christ, Steve, take your pants off!" she shuddered, feeling his hands cup around the fine hair on her mons veneris.
She backed off from the boy, impatiently waiting for him to wrench himself out of his trousers so that she could get a good look at his erected dick. Charlene wasn't about to let him know that this was the first time for her, particularly after the dirty trick he and his mother played on her. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing he was the one who broke her cherry, and she suspected that he was totally innocent of the fact that she still had her virginity. Smiling to herself, she thought of those long nights studying her parents' sex manual, memorizing every word of advice and visualizing every position, but never getting a chance to even see a real penis.
Her body quivered with excitement as Steve hunched his ass off the couch and yanked his pants off his hips and past his butt. His bobbing rod displayed itself proudly before her as she gasped with amazement at its size and color.
"It's sort of purple!" she exclaimed, kneeling down in front of him and forgetting her faked sophistication as she leaned closer to examine his pulsating shaft.
"Wh-what's purple?" he stuttered, twitching his cock by squeezing the muscles around his anus with the hope of drawing her lips nearer to his throbbing organ.
"The color," she stated simply. "Oh, and this is...." her voice trailing off as she reached for the tip of his rod and gently pulled back the foreskin. "Mmmmmm, that feels nice!" she sighed, petting the head of his dick with her other hand. "I like the way it feels in my hand ... so warm and hard!" Charlene rhapsodized, applying long excruciating strokes down the length of his dong.
"UUUUUUUhhhhhhh ... it tastes even better," he suggested, humping his pelvis at her desperately,' wondering why she was acting like she'd never seen a cock before. Come on, he pleaded silently, eat it! Not being able to stand it any longer, he grabbed the back of her head and shoved his prick at her mouth, wrapping his legs around her shoulders for support.
"Uuuuummmmmpppphhhh!" she grunted, her lips giving way as he forced his cock into her mouth and halfway down her throat. His balls pressed against her chin while she gorged herself with her first taste of male fuck meat, smacking her lips loudly as she crudely attempted to suck, him off. I
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH ... THAT'S RIGHT, HONEY! KEEP IT UP ... UH, OH, KEEP IT UP!!" Steve gasped, realizing, finally, that despite her swaggering attitude, she was really a novice cocksucker. Licking and sucking frantically on his bulging staff, Charlene worked at giving him what she thought he wanted, feeling terribly clumsy and inept, but enjoying the experience tremendously. She drilled her tongue into his pee-hole when he withdrew it for a second before he lunged back into her eager mouth, pulling and pushing his cock in and out of her. After pumping it into her a few more times, Steve felt himself ready to blow his wad, so he pushed her head away quickly, not wanting to cum in her mouth before he broke into her cunt. The idea of baptizing a virgin pussy was terribly exciting to him and even though his sexual experience was limited, he felt more than up to the task of forging his cock's way into her unused snatch.
"Come on, Charlene, lay on the couch," he rasped, lifting her up under her armpits as she got off her knees and swayed toward the couch.
"Steve, I've got to tell you, I'm a...."
"I know, Charlene, don't worry about a thing," Steve interrupted, gently pushing her back onto the cushions.
He pried her legs apart and knelt in between them, his throbbing dong brushing lightly against her curly, wet pubic hair. It was killing him to contain the impulse to ram his painfully engorged prick straight into her unused pussy, but he knew from the books that he had read that it would ruin the fuck for her, and he was too gentle a person to want to do that. Steve softly manipulated the velvety-soft lips of her slippery gash, urging her to relax and let the good vibrations flow through her as he tried to bring her to the verge of an orgasm before he actually stuck his hard dick in.
"It's going to be all right, baby ... you're going to really dig it!" he crooned, caressing the sloping curves of her finely-furred pubis. Slipping his little finger into the sopping entrance to her vagina, Steve swirled his probing digit around her tight cavity, squishing into the pulsating crevices of her fresh cuntmeat.
"Ooooohhhhh, Steve, OOOOOHHHHHHHH, YES!" she moaned, instinctively hunching her snatch hard against his thrilling finger.
"You like that, don't you?" Steve said and grinned, withdrawing his wet pinky and replacing it with two larger fingers. Forcing his way into her up to the knuckles, he scissored his fingers up and down her taut tube as he tried to loosen up the confining walls of her slender sheath.
"I'm not hurting you, am I?" he asked.
"Oh, no ... no, I love it!"
Charlene was feeling some discomfort, but the exquisite sensations that were zinging through her twat made everything else seem unimportant. Pivoting her ass around on the cushion to insure that Steve's fucking fingers would touch every inch of her fluttering pussy, she prayed silently that he would make it as good for her as it had been in her nightly erotic dreams.
Steve found her tender, pink nubbin and began stroking and caressing its slippery smooth shaft with his two fingers. Kneading her blood-engorged cuntlips together and squeezing them against the pleasure button, he quickly brought her up to a point of shuddering excitement.
"STEVE! PLEASE, OH, PLEASE ... NOW!!" she groaned, humping herself wildly into his hand and thrashing her head from side to side on the couch.
"Okay, baby!" he husked, rubbing his prickhead along the opening of her cuntal slit and then reaching across the length of her body and getting a pillow from in back of her head. Bending over her on the way back to her cunt, he gave her a warm, passionate kiss on the mouth, and then he kneeled back between her legs and shoved the pillow under her ass.
"Wh-what are you doing?" she panted.
"Just making things a little more comfortable for you, my dear," he murmured, feeling very much like a man of the world. He bent her knees and pushed her ankles close to her thighs and then moved in toward her elevated snatch, his cock quivering spasmodically as he stared hypnotically at her inviting hole. Slowly and with great care, he approached the soft, resilient lips of her cunt, pushing aside the tender tissues of her pristine cavity as he slid his cockhead deeper and deeper into her steaming fuck slit.
"AAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHH!!" Charlene cried, wincing from the initial entry of Steve's rampantly hard rod.
He couldn't stop now as the need to plunge his staff into her excruciatingly tight pussy was driving him on to the furthest reaches of her gripping tube. He felt the resistance of her membraneous cherry halting his journey into her depths, so he withdrew his pussy-wetted knob and decided to forcefully break through the stubborn fibers. Gripping her splayed thighs with his fingers, Steve lined up his bloated dick and rammed it head on into her well-lubricated gash, breaking through the tough hymen and progressing halfway up her clinging prick-chute before he stopped.
"OOOOOHHHHHH, GOD, OH, GODDAMN IT!!!" she screamed, her face twisted in the agony of pain and the ecstasy of pleasure.
"AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" Steve moaned, as her strangling snatch crushed his hot cock, practically absorbing his organ into her seeping sheath. He crammed his squished prick slowly into her, rippling the reluctant walls apart until he came to an abrupt stop at the opening of her cervix. He wanted to put his dick further into her, but because she was a virgin he decided it would be best not to hurt her any more than he had to. Instead, he satisfied himself by corkscrewing his turgid stalk in and out of her clutching twat, reveling in the unmitigated delight of her sweet, young cunny grasping hungrily at his cockshaft as it moved within her pussy.
"UUUUUUNNNNNNNGGGGGGGG!!" Charlene grunted, hunching herself frantically at him. "OOOOHHHHH, IT'S JUST LIKE ... I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE!" she sighed. Her eyes were glazed from the heat of her passion as she urged him to fuck her harder and faster, wanting desperately for him to cum in her seething snatch."
"EEEEEEERRRRRRR ... RRRRRAAAAAAUUUUUUGGGGGG!!" he growled fiercely, feeling his tightly packed sperm surging its way up through his tube and spilling out into Charlene's shimmering sheath. "OOOOOOOHHHHHHHH, I'M ... C-C-CUUUUUMMMMMM ... IIIIINNNNNNGGGGGG!!" Groaning and gnashing his teeth, Steve emptied his balls of his jism, overflowing her tiny pussy so much that the viscous liquid ran in streams down the curve of her butt.
"Oooooooooooo," she murmured, immersed in the scintillating experience of her first fuck.
They came down from the heights of passion together and very slowly, basking in the aftermath of good vibes and depleted sexual energy. Steve lay flopped on top of Charlene for quite a while as they tried to regain some of the ability to move their muscles enough to separate from each other.
"Umphf!" Steve grunted, rolling off her slick body onto the floor. "Charlene," he gasped, still trying to get his breath. "I think it would be a good idea for you to go home now."
"Yeah, you're right," she puffed, straining herself up off the couch and gathering her clothes together.
Just then they heard a ear pull into the driveway.
"Christ, that must be my dad!" Clutching his clothes in his hands, Steve grabbed Charlene by the arm and directed her to the laundry room in the back of the house. "Hurry up!" he insisted, dragging her along behind him. Charlene quickened her pace obediently, not wanting to get caught by his dad any more than he did. But what she wasn't aware of, and what Steve wasn't telling her, was that his dad wouldn't condemn them so much as he would want to join them. And that, Steve decided, was something she definitely was not ready for ... or so he thought.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Laura, Laura!"
Ron walked through the living room and then into the kitchen, looking anxiously for Laura so he could break the exciting news to her. "I wonder where that woman could be?" he mumbled to himself, returning to the living room to turn off the loud music on the stereo.
Her car was in the garage, so he knew she was around the house somewhere. He decided to postpone his search and celebrate his victory with a drink first. It had been a long time since he had felt this good about anything he had done, and he wanted to share his elation with his family. He thought back on the selfish, rotten way he had treated Laura and ignored Steve in the past, not caring about their feelings or needs, and he experienced a great sense of satisfaction at having finally done something that he was sure would please them both tremendously. Pouring himself a big Scotch and water, he raised his glass in a toast.
"To my new business venture and to my reunited family: May they both prove to be long-lasting and successful!"
Finishing up his drink and setting it on the bar, Ron got up and headed for the bedroom, anxious to hear Laura's reaction to his announcement. Once inside the bedroom he stopped abruptly at the foot of the bed and peered down at the ungodly mess that appeared before him. Crumbled sheets streaked with a variety of bright colors, a pink rose with half of the petals strewn around, a couple of purple sequins, and a lot of gooey liquid laying in pools on the mattress was the scene that Ron took in as he stood there trying to make sense of the whole thing. He heard the shower running in the bathroom adjacent to the bedroom and started to go in there ... until he heard some giggling that made him decide against it. I think this calls for some further investigation, he thought. But I think it'd be best if I kept out of sight for the time being. Looking for a place to hide, he chose the closet as the most convenient location to spy from, and slipped quietly inside, leaving the sliding door open about four inches, affording him a clear view of the bed.
"Come here, you little rascal!" Laura squealed, as she grappled with Keith to get the soap out of his hands. "Give that to me so I can wash your sweet, adorable pee-pee." Reaching around the boy's slender body, she tried to yank the bar of soap out of his grip and succeeded in knocking it to the floor of the shower. "Oh, shit!" she muttered, bending over and chasing the elusive soap around the edge of the shower stall.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Peterson," apologized Keith, watching her large, round fanny jiggle invitingly in the air as she hunted the soap down. "Want me to help you?"
"No, I've got it, Keith!" she replied, triumphantly. Still kneeling down with the soap clasped tightly in her hand, she grabbed Keith's shriveled, paint-stained pecker in her hand and began laving it with billowing bubbles, stroking and caressing his hairless, puckery balls at the same time.
Keith leaned back against the shower stall and let the warm water spraying down on his chest and Laura's gentle, massaging hands bring his dick back to a state of arousal. He was afraid that, at any moment, he would wake up and find that this had all been a dream, and that he hadn't really just lost his virginity and that he wasn't really in a shower with a beautiful woman washing his prick that had just been inside of her. Looking down at Laura, he thought how incredible it seemed to him that a gorgeous, voluptuous woman like her should be interested in a kid like himself who was not only short and skinny for his age, but who even had to be shown how to fuck. Seeing his pink, clean dong rise in her hands, he decided that whatever the reasons for her interest in him, he was a very lucky guy, and he intended to make the most of the situation while it lasted.
"There you go, dear," Laura sighed, raising up to her feet and pressing her warm, slippery body against his chest. "Why don't you give me a soaping now?" she asked, handing him the lathery bar.
They traded places with Keith kneeling and Laura leaning against the shower wall and spreading her legs so he could get to her cummy twat. I wonder how Steve and Charlene are doing, Laura thought absently. God, I'll probably burn in hell for corrupting this sweet little boy ... but I can't help it, he's so darling!
"Hmmmm, Keith, that feels nice!" crooned Laura, wiggling her hips excitedly as he probed her creamy slit with his soapy finger. Wrapping his arms around her broad pelvis, he pulled apart her buttocks and ran the edge of the soap bar between her cheeks, swabbing her butt-hole with gobs of lather.
"Oh, God ... stick your finger in there in my hole!" she gasped, hunching her hips away from the wall so he could get at her anus.
The curious little boy tentatively probed her asshole with his slippery digit, barely entering the tight orifice and then boldly shoving it in to the knuckle.
"Wow, that's tight!" he exclaimed, wiggling his finger around in her shit hole.
"Mmmmmm, yes. Yes it is ... and it feels so fine!" she breathed, deliberately clenching her ass tighter so she could suck more of his finger into her rectum. "Now put your other finger in my pussy, Keith," she instructed, shivering with desire to have him finger-fuck her in both holes.
The hot water was starting to run out, but neither of them noticed, for they were totally engrossed in bringing mutual pleasure to each other. Keith already had a rousing hard-on from Laura's careful cleansing of his prick, and the feel of his fingers in her hot, squishy holes were driving him to the verge of an orgasm. Laura was moaning softly as she humped into his hands, skimming along on a wave of short, hard climaxes that rocketed through her body, each one more intense than the last.
"OOOOOHHHHH, GOD, KEITH ... AAAAAHHHHHH!!!" she moaned, her head banging against the shower stall as he pounded his fingers fiercely into her. Her cum-juice mixed with the cool droplets of water that slid down the sides of her thighs. She pushed his hands out of her holes and helped him up to his feet.
"Keith, honey, the water's getting cold, let's finish this in the bedroom," she cooed, her skin covered with goose pimples from the cold spray beating down on her and Keith's exquisite finger-fucking.
"Okay," he rasped, squeezing past her dripping boobs to get out of the narrow shower door.
Laura handed Keith a towel as she reached in and shut off the water. Grabbing a dry towel for herself, she vigorously rubbed her wet skin, making herself tingle all over. After she had finished drying herself, she turned to put the damp towel back on the rack and, looking up, spied a half-used bottle of baby oil on the shelf above. It reminded her of how nice it used to feel to rub Steve's sweet little buns with the pleasant smelling oil when he was a baby. Reaching up, she uncapped the bottle and poured a small amount into her cupped hand. While Keith still had his back to her, she sneaked up behind him and began applying the oil to his round pink ass.
"Hey, whafre you doing?" he demanded, twirling around to face her.
"Just making you feel sweet and soft," she said, smiling, then grabbing his dick and applying a generous swab of the oil to it.
"What is that?"
"Baby oil ... it's good for you. Don't worry," Laura soothed. "Here, 111 give some to you and you can rub it on me."
Taking another big handful of the oil, she passed the bottle to him and, together, they rubbed each other down with the slippery liquid. When they were thoroughly greased up, they headed for the bedroom, extremely aroused from their rub-down and ready to take up where they left off.
"Yeech, look at that mess!" Laura exclaimed. "Come on, help me rip off the sheets." Working quickly, they stripped the bed and threw the sheets on the floor, then jumped onto the bare mattress. Laura wrapped her arms around Keith's slick body and squeezed him tightly, causing the boy to gasp for air from her powerful grip.
"Umph, take it easy!" he pleaded as he lay sprawled on top of her, her greasy tits crushed against his slight chest.
"Aaaaahhhhh, you feel so delicious ... slide up and down my body," she crooned, relaxing her arms and humping her butt off the mattress. Keith put his hands on her shoulders and then commenced to slide over her body by pulling and pushing himself along with his strong arms. He traveled over the curve of her slick belly down to her curly twat and then back again to her breasts, with his hard, oily rod slapping lewdly against her skin.
"Oooohhhhh, Jeez, this is great!" he enthused, moving faster and faster down the length of her torso, stretching his arms as far as they would go and then drawing himself back up to where he began. The repeated stimulation was making his cock ache with a gnawing desire to stick it into her, but he was afraid to ask if it would be all right since they'd already done it once and he wasn't sure whether or not women liked to do it more than once a day. He ran his hands caressingly over her smooth tits, wishing he could get up the courage to suggest that they screw, but with his little boy's hesitation, he remained mute and horny.
"Ooooohhhhh ... hhhhmmmmm, oh, Keith, honey! LET'S FUCK!" Laura panted, her senses titillated to the nth degree and no longer being satisfied with just the external touch of him. "STICK IT IN ... NOW!" she whimpered, spreading her legs and grabbing his slippery ass, trying to shove his greasy cock into her pussy hole.
Ron stood hunched over in a stooping position inside the closet, gaping out at the humping pair as they writhed and thrashed all over the bare mattress. Oh, Christ, I'm getting hot! he thought, reaching down to unzip his trousers. Pulling out his hard, thick, hairy dong, Ron pushed back the foreskin and began pumping it slowly, getting more excited by the moment as his eyes stayed riveted to the fucking couple. The huge purple head seeped beads of hot jism from the relentless pounding of his hands as he tried to keep in rhythm with the bouncing duo that gyrated on the squeaking bed. Shit, that kid has a hell of a lot of staying power! Feeling his cum gathering en masse at the base of his immense stalk, he knew he'd never last as long as Keith, and suddenly understood what the attraction was for Laura for young boys.
Laura was shuddering all over as she felt her series of short, hard orgasms becoming one continuous, prolonging thrill that shook her to the depths of her being.
"UUUUUUNNNNNN!!!" she screeched, digging her sharp fingernails into the boy's pistoning buttocks as he slammed his prick savagely into her slippery cunt. Their first fuck had been gentle and slow, and Laura had been on top, cautiously introducing him to the joys of sexual intercourse.
But now he wanted to take command, no matter how awkwardly, and prove to her that regardless of his youth and inexperience, he could still give her a wild time.
"OOOOHHHHHH, JESUS! UUUUMMMMMM ... OH, WOW!" he gasped, his slippery pecker hurried deep inside her vibrating twat. He pulled his throbbing prong out of her, wanting to thrust it back in with a mighty shove, but he missed his target and searched frantically for the right opening, feeling very stupid and inept.
"Oh, God, where is it?" he whined, hanging on to his sopping tool and poking indiscriminately at her asshole and urethra and even gouging the side of her thigh.
"Here, honey, let me help you," she breathed, anxious to get his cock back inside of her. Grasping his quivering rod with her hand, she guided it back into her quaking vagina, which was all that it took to bring them both to the peak of their climaxes.
She was writhing and twisting under him, screwing her cunt tighter around his bursting cock as he blasted round after round of his semen into her spasmodic sheath.
He went rigid, then shook with tremors as his pumping dick sprayed her vagina with what seemed like gallons of hot sperm that filled her up and spilled out her hole onto his thighs.
"Ahhh, Keith," she crooned. "That was just great!" Laura complimented the panting boy, stroking his sweaty, oily back with the palm of her hand.
"Yes, yes, that was even better than the first time ... wasn't it?" He breathed heavily, flopping on top of her heaving breasts.
Ron tried to zip up his pants while remaining in a crouched position, afraid that he might get hung up in the clothes hangers if he stood up. He looked sheepishly down at one of Laura's high-heeled shoes directly below him that was filled to the brim with his thick viscous cum-juice. His back was beginning to ache and his legs were almost ready to give out on him as he waited impatiently for Keith to leave so that he could come out. He didn't want to scare Laura's little friend away, but if the kid stayed much longer, he was going to be forced to show himself-he had to take a leak in the worst way and he was dying for a cigarette!
"Okay, Keith, you'd better get dressed now and go home," Laura suggested, rolling off the bed and grabbing a robe laying across a chair.
"Yes, ma'am. Oh, by the way, would it be all right if my brother Jerry came along on the drama beach party with us?"
"Sure, Keith, I don't see why not. Hurry along now, dear, we wouldn't want your mother getting nervous about your coming home late, would we?" she said smiling at the boy as he stuffed his semi-flaccid pecker into his tight jeans and then headed for the door.
While Laura ushered Keith out the front door, Ron made a quick dash to the bathroom and relieved (himself, peeing streams of hot, yellow urine into the bowl.
"Oh, God, that felt good!" he sighed, cramming his dick back in his pants. Walking back into the bedroom, he sprawled out of the damp mattress and lit up a cigarette, waiting for Laura's return.
"Ron, what're you doing here?" Laura exclaimed as she walked back into the bedroom.
"Oh, I've just been playing detective ... and I, uh, like your little boyfriend," he said coolly, taking a long drag on his cigarette and blowing the smoke out in wavy rings.
"How dare you spy on us!" she said sharply.
"Listen, Laura, I honestly hadn't planned on spying on you two, but I heard some laughter in the bathroom and the bed was such a mess...." Ron sat up and reached out to take her hand, wanting desperately to pacify her anger so that he could tell her about his exciting news.
"Honey, I'm sorry for spying on you ... I really am," he said softly, pulling her down on the bed beside him. "But that's not important now. Besides, in three days he's going to know all about me-remember the beach party you invited me to chaperon?"
"I guess you're right, Ron. Where have you been all day, anyway?" she said, relaxing in his arms as her anger subsided.
"That's what I've been dying to tell you! Remember the money that I said I got from selling my contracting business?"
Laura thought for a moment, then nodded her head.
"Well, I've re-invested it in a business that was on the verge of bankruptcy. I bought up the stock options and, once it goes through escrow, it'll be ours ... yours and mine, that is if you're agreeable." Ron's face was flushed with excitement as he waited for her reaction.
"But, Ron, what kind of business is it?" she asked dubiously.
"A school ... a private school! You can make it into the drama school you said you always wanted!"
"Oh, Ron! I can't believe it!" Laura squealed, wrapping her arms around his neck and hugging him tightly.
"I thought you would be pleased," he murmured, his voice muffled by her hair mashed against his face. "And you know what else?"
"What, there's more?"
"Yep, I bought the twenty acres of vacant land surrounding the school, so you 11 have complete privacy to conduct your lessons anyway you want."
"Oh, God, Ron, you're so good to me! And you've changed so much since our divorce ... why?"
"I guess we were just asking too much of each other then, but now that we've got things out in the open, I think everything is going to work out just fine," he sighed, pulling her body closer to him and reaching inside of her robe to caress one of her soft, white tits.
"Mmmmmmm, I certainly hope you're right," she cooed, snuggling up against his warm, hairy hand.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Twelve students had signed up for the beach party, but two days before the weekend arrived, six were absent from class. Two more were hacking and wheezing and running to the bathroom every five minutes. The Asian flu had struck with a vengeance, leaving half the student population and a quarter of the teachers flat on their backs wishing they were dead. It was all Laura could do just to keep the healthy kids away from the sick ones, let alone try to teach a lesson. After one of them finally vomited on the classroom floor, she threw up her hands in disgust and ran for the janitor, muttering to herself about how this was just her luck and why in the hell did she ever want to be a teacher anyway.
When the janitor had cleaned up the mess, Laura stood up in front of the room and looked into the sea of green faces, feeling thoroughly dejected and miserable.
"Listen, kids, I think that in view of this crummy flu epidemic, we'd better cancel the beach party to another time."
"Oh, no, Mrs. Peterson!" wailed the four children that remained healthy and who had signed' up as wanting to go.
"But there's really not enough of us left to make it much of a party," she protested.
"We don't care ... really we don't!" sang out one of the pretty young girls that had anxiously put her name at the head of the list.
"Well, all right, if you really want to, but it'll mean that each of you'll have to double up on the food you were going to bring," she said, relieved to hear that the kids still wanted to go.
"Yes, that's all right ... well gladly bring anything you like!" interjected Keith, eager to insure that the party came off as planned.
"Okay, it's settled then. Meet at my house at ten in the morning on Saturday, so we can get an early start. That is if you don't all come down sick by then."
Just then Charlene entered the room with a note from the office for Laura. Taking it from the girl and quietly thanking her, Laura read it and then laid it down on the desk.
"I have an announcement, one that I think will make you all very sad," she said with mock seriousness. "Because of the unseasonal flu epidemic, our principal has decided to call a moratorium on classes ... in other words, class is dismissed until Monday!"
The elated students stampeded out of the classroom, leaving Laura and Charlene alone together. Charlene stood silently waiting for her to bring up the events of yesterday, not daring to look her in the face and too embarrassed to mention it herself.
"Charlene, Keith told me that you wanted to be a chaperon for the beach party, is that right?" she asked the girl casually.
"Y-yes, that's right," she replied, surprised at her calmness.
"Well, I see nothing wrong with that. In fact, we'd love to have you along to help." Laura smiled, observing the girl's confusion with delight. A long pause ensued while the anxious girl waited for Laura to approach the subject of the chaotic orgy that she had witnessed the day before.
"Is that all you want to talk to me about?" she ventured.
"Yes, dear, ahd be sure to get to my house on time ... I'm sure you know the way," Laura simpered and then abruptly dismissed her by sitting down in her desk and leafing through some papers.
"Yes, Mrs. Peterson, 111 be there," she mumbled, dumbfounded at the woman's smooth tactics.
"Fine." Glancing up as Charlene slammed the door, Laura giggled mischievously to herself, knowing she was driving the poor girl up the wall and loving every minute of it.
The Peterson house was in a state of mass confusion as all three of them scurried around, humping and crashing into each other as they tried to get ready for the arrival of the kids.
"Mom, my swimsuit's shrunk and my dong hangs out the bottom of the pant-leg!" Steve shouted, waving his old faded suit in front of her.
"No, dear, it hasnt shrunk, youVe grown!" Laura smiled. "Wear it anyway, the girls will love it."
"Where in the hell did you put my jockstrap? I remember that I left it here when I left you and now it's gone!" Ron demanded, his face red with frustration.
"I didn't exactly expect you back, you know. I gave it away to the Goodwill since I had no use for it myself."
"Oh, Christ, Laura, how'm I going to wear a knit suit without a jockstrap?"
"Wear it in good health, my love, and make the girls envious of me," she laughed, tweaking his cock as he brushed by her.
Laura was in high spirits as she hurriedly finished up the last of the deviled eggs she was preparing for the beach party. At nine o'clock in the morning the sun was already beginning to warm up the air and the clear, cloudless sky indicated that it was going to be a great day for the beach.
"Oh, I feel so fine...." she crooned out loud to the empty kitchen, wiggling her ass inside of her very brief bikini swimsuit.
The doorbell rang just as she was putting the final touches on her eggs and, wiping her hands, she raced to answer it, anxious to see who was the first to arrive.
"Hello, Mrs. Peterson," Keith said, standing in the open doorway. "Wow, you really look terrific!" His eyes scanned over her luscious bikini-clad body and his cock began to swell automatically from the mere sight of her.
"Hi, Keith, come on in, there's somebody I'd like you to meet."
Once inside, she grabbed his arm and pressed it against the side of her tit, getting hotter for him by the moment as she led him to the bedroom where Ron was dressing.
"Ron, are you decent? I have somebody I want to introduce you to."
"Yeah, come on in."
"Ron, this is a friend of mine, Keith. Keith, this is my ex-husband, Ron."
"Hello, Keith, nice to meet you," Ron said, extending his hand to the flabbergasted boy.
"Hi ... sir," Keith rasped, his voice barely audible as he tried to recover from the shock. "I, uh, didn't know, uh, that you were back," he stammered.
Grabbing the trembling youth by the shoulders, Ron grinned amiably at him.
"Don't worry, Keith, you've nothing to fear from me. I'm on your side."
"I don't think I understand," he mumbled, looking questioningly at Laura.
"I'll explain it to you later. Come on, I hear the doorbell." Yanking him by the arm, she dragged the perplexed boy to the door with her as the rest of the party waited impatiently on the other side.
"Okay now, how many of us are there?" asked Laura, trying to count heads as everyone threw their gear and food into the back of her station wagon. "There's Steve, Ron, Charlene, Betty, Janet and ... hey, what happened to Linda?"
"She couldn't come. Her mother called me and said that she had come down with the flu," offered Betty, a small, shy girl.
"Well, that takes care of Linda. So there's me and Keith and ... didn't you say you invited your brother, Keith?"
"Here I am!" shouted Jerry, Keith's older brother. He loped across the lawn carrying a huge bag of food in his arms, almost stumbling in a chuck hole before he reached them. "Where do you want this?"
"In the back," said Ron, pointing to the crowded station wagon.
"Keith, you and Betty and Ron ride with me. Steve, you take Janet, Charlene, and Jerry," ordered Laura, feeling like a commanding general taking the troops out on maneuvers.
The group going with Laura filed into the station wagon while Steve's group waited for him to back his old fifty-six Ford out of the garage. When they had finally piled in, Laura stuck her head out of the car window and shouted.
"Wagons Ho!"
Steve gunned his motor and went roaring off down the street past his mother, waving happily as he vanished around the corner.
"Jesus, I hope they make it all right!" mumbled Laura to Ron sitting next to her.
Laura pressed lightly on the gas as she cruised easily down the road, hoping they would have things set up by the time her group arrived.
"Okay, Jerry, you can let Fritz up on the seat now," snickered Steve, feeling good about pulling a fast one on his mother.
"I don't get why you had to hide the dog," Charlene said.
"Because my mom didn't want me to bring him ... she's going to shit when she finds out!"
Fritz pranced excitedly around the back seat, leaning over to slobber on Steve's neck every once in a while. Jerry was in the back seat with Janet, who kept pushing the dog away every time he tried to smell her twat. While Fritz sniffed, Jerry tried to feel, hoping the diversion would take her mind off his sneaky maneuvers.
Jerry was only a year older than Keith, but in terms of temperament, he was twice as aggressive and twice as sly. He also stood a good half a foot taller than his little brother. He was beginning to develop a very nice physique and showed great promise of becoming a handsome young man. Being the oldest in a large family, Jerry had learned to grab at anything he wanted and seize any opportunity that came his way. What's more, he saw a tremendous opportunity in going to this beach party and that's why he'd badgered Keith so much into getting him an invitation. Groping for Janet's bra-encased tit, he wondered silently if the rest of the group had caught on to the real reason of this party. "Oh, don't do that," cooed Janet, pushing his hand away from her enormous titties. She flashed two very cute dimples at him and turned to look straight ahead, pretending that she didn't notice as he continued to feel her up. Everything about Janet was cute and round. Laura suspected from looking at her grades, that her head was cute and round ... and also empty. Nobody seemed to care much whether she was dumb or not because she had that stereotyped, jolly-fat-people personality that no one could resist. She was wearing a wild-colored, modest bikini that made her fat rolls pooch out the top of her pants and her gigantic boobs ooze over the vee of her bra.
Charlene had turned around to ask Jerry a question when she saw his hand slip inside of Janet's bra. Sliding across the seat toward Steve, she leaned close to his ear and whispered something in it. Steve glanced up in the rear-view mirror and then grinned broadly at Charlene.
"Oh, baby, are we going to have a gooooood time!" he said softly, grabbing her bare thigh with his free hand. Stepping harder on the gas, he wailed along the freeway with his radio blaring rock music full blast while the four of them warmed each other up for the main event.
"Keith, why don't you and Betty tell Ron about the newest play the drama club's working on?" Laura asked, hoping like hell that she could force those two zombies in the back to unfreeze a little.
"Yeah, well, there's this eccentric man, you see, who comes to dinner and...." Keith droned on about the play while Ron stared disinterestedly out the side window, looking at the ocean racing by and not caring a fig about what Keith said.
Betty sat paralyzed in her seat clear on the far edge next to the window. She wore a two-piece bikini but had thrown a sweatshirt on in order to hide her body. Her body was just starting to blossom out and she felt very self-conscious about exposing it, particularly around strange boys. Keith wasn't really strange to her, but in class the most they had ever communicated to each other were a couple lines from a play they both were trying out for. She was just barely thirteen and the new hormones pumping through her made her feel slightly crazy as she teetered between budding womanhood and the last, poignant days of being a child. Betty wanted desperately to fit into the group and share the fun, but instead, she sat mutely in the corner picking at her fingernails and wishing she looked like Laura.
By the time Laura pulled up alongside the road, Steve and his gang had already unloaded their gear and were waiting impatiently for the others so they could truck their stuff down the cliffs. About fifty feet below the road was a magnificent beach. It was short and narrow, surrounded on three sides by rugged cliffs and unpredictable inlets and caves, but it had a pristine beauty about it that the regular public, beer-can-strewn beaches just didn't possess. The sandy, slippery cliffs were treacherous to negotiate and that accounted for its lack of popularity with the regular beach-goers, and why Laura chose it. Since it was late spring, the water was still pretty chilly, which discouraged most people from even bothering to check it out, and Laura smiled happily as she looked down at the deserted strip of land.
"Hurry up, you guys!" Steve called, picking up a bag of food and a beach towel and heading toward the narrow path.
"Wait, Steve, let's form a line and we can pass our food down first and then we won't have so much to carry!" Laura shouted over the roar of the ocean.
Steve edged his way carefully down the side of the cliff followed by Charlene, Jerry and Janet. Ron helped Laura down behind him and Keith and Betty followed, passing the baskets and bags that were stacked up on the roadside. When all the food was laying on the beach, Steve let out a wild shriek and went barreling across the sand, digging up great scoops with his feet.
"EEEEEOOOOWWWWW! Last one in's a rotten egg!" Charging into the shallow water at the shoreline, he began prancing around like a madman and everybody started laughing as he confirmed their suspicions that the water would be icy cold.
While Steve tiptoed around in the water trying unsuccessfully to adjust to it, the rest of the crew spread out the blankets and set out the food. Although it was only ten-thirty in the morning, the sea air had given everybody a tremendous appetite so they all flopped down on the blankets and munched hungrily on everything in sight.
"Thanks for waiting, folks," said Steve sarcastically as he squirmed his way on to the blanket next to Charlene, kicking sand all over everybody.
"You're blue!" noted Ron, pointing to Steve's feet.
"Yeah, well, I'm not going to be the only one blue before this day's over." He grinned, eyeballing the girls sitting around him. He winked teasingly at Betty, causing her to blush profusely with embarrassment as a growing fascination for Steve's carefree manners was replacing her normal anguish around boys.
"Well, I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm stuffed!" announced Laura, getting up from the blanket and patting her full stomach. "Who wants to go with me to explore the caves?"
"I do!" Keith sang out.
"Me, too!" joined in Jerry. "Come on, Janet, you'll love it," he said, grabbing her hand and yanking her off the sand.
"Is it scarey? I just really dig scarey things!"
"Sure, well make it as scarey as you want!" Jerry hissed, raising his hands like claws and growling in mock ferociousness. The two of them went running down the beach ahead of Laura and Keith toward the caves that were dug into the side of a huge towering cliff.
"We're lucky, Keith, it's low tide so the caves'll be fairly dry, and besides that, from the looks of your brother and Janet, it appears that we're in for some good times," Laura whispered, draping her arm around his shoulder and hugging him to her.
"Come on, Charlene, you and I are going to build a really righteous-looking sand castle," Steve ordered, dragging her to her feet.
"All right, as long as you promise not to try and drag me into the water," she warned, her eyes sparkling with excitement. He led her across the sand to the water line, leaving Ron and Betty to forge for themselves.
Suddenly they heard a barking noise coming from above the cliff. Fritz was prancing along the edge, trying to find a way to get down and join Steve.
"Oh, Christ, I forgot to let Fritz out and now he's going to try and make it down by himself!" Steve panicked, running back toward the path to help the stranded weimaraner. Charlene followed close behind, not wanting to let Steve out of her sight for a moment.
"Hey, uh, Betty, would you like to go look at the tide pools?" Ron ventured, feeling very ill at ease with the stoical girl.
"Yes, I guess so, Mr. Peterson," she answered softly, trying to fight back her disappointment at getting stuck with the older man while Steve went traipsing off with Charlene.
"Great, I think you'll find the pools very interesting, especially since it's low tide!" he enthused, hoping to gain the shy girl's confidence and loosen her up a bit. "You know," he said, extending his hand to her to help pull her up, "You look very pretty in that bathing suit." Betty looked into his eyes deeply, trying to see whether he really meant it or not. She'd never gotten a compliment from a man before and she didn't know quite how to react.
"T-thank you, Mr. Peterson," she mumbled as her small hand became totally enveloped by his.
"You're welcome, my dear ... I'm sure." He smiled, his eyes glinting wickedly in the sun as he tucked her thin arms under his and led her to the far side of the beach where the pools were located.
Laura and Keith crept warily into the dark, damp cave, talking in whispers as they tried to see where Janet and Jerry had hidden themselves.
"I know he's hiding somewhere, Mrs. Peterson," Keith rasped, clutching tightly onto her warm hand. "It'd be just like him to jump out at us from behind one of these dirt slides."
"Hush, maybe we can hear them if we keep quiet!" At first they could hear nothing but the pounding surf beating against the rocks outside, but after a few more minutes, the sounds of Janet's loud giggling echoed through the cave.
"Well, they're hiding all right, but it isn't for the reason you thought, Keith!"
"Should we sneak up on them?" asked Keith with a mischievous grin on his face.
"No, let's leave them be for now." Pulling Keith deeper into the cave, Laura spotted a dry, sandy slope against the side of the dark grotto. "Why don't we sit there and rest for a while?" she suggested, hurrying him along as her desire for him grew to enormous proportions.
Laura plopped herself down on the cool, damp sand, wiggling her bikini-clad ass against its soft, grainy texture. Patting the sand beside her, she invited Keith to lie down.
"Mmmmmm, this feels nice!" Keith said, running his fingers through the moist sand. "You know, I've always wanted to be buried in wet sand...." His voice drifted off as he continued to dig into it with his hands.
"Excellent idea, dear!"
Reaching across, Laura hooked her thumbs around the waistband of his swimsuit and, with one quick movement, yanked it down to his ankles.
"Hey, what're you doing?"
"You can't very well be buried with your pants on, can you?" she laughed, already beginning to toss handfuls of sand on his exposed cock and balls. She packed great gobs of wet sand all over his chest and legs. When she had buried him up to the neck and down to the toes she leaned back and admired her work.
"Hhhhmmmmm, I think there's something missing," she mused, a broad smile creeping across her face. Standing up, she quickly released the hook on her bra top, letting her big, white tits flow seductively out of their cups. Then she pushed her bikini pants off her hips and down her legs, kicking them to the side as they dropped off her feet. Keith stared wide-eyed at her, not being able to move a muscle as he laid covered with the heavy sand.
"Now I've got you where I want you!" Laura snickered fiendishly. Bending over with her boobs dangling temptingly close to his face, Laura blew her hot breath on his flaccid, pink prick that was the only part of his body left exposed to the air.
"Oooooouuuuu ... what are you going to do to me, Mrs. Peterson?" Keith gasped, his little cock already starting to grow from her delightful titillation.
"I'm going to screw you, dear," she simpered. "But first, I'm going to torture you ... and make you scream with delight!!" Waggling her tongue like a snake, she bent closer to his bulging prong, preparing to entice it upward with every clever trick she knew.
"Come on, Fritz ... come on, boy, you can make it!" Steve coaxed, trying to convince the excited dog to climb down the path. Steve and Charlene had struggled almost to the top, and still they couldn't persuade the dog to come down with them.
"Steve, I think we might as well go all the way up and drag him down with us," Charlene suggested impatiently. She was itching to get something started with Steve, and the fucking dog was holding her plans up.
"Yeah, I guess you're right." Together they climbed the rest of the way to the top where Fritz bounced ecstatically around the edge, his tongue hanging out from the heat.
"Whew!" puffed Steve, grabbing the dog by the collar. "Let's put him in my mom's station wagon ... I don't feel like hasseling him all the way down that cliff."
He dragged the reluctant animal down the road to where Laura's car was parked with Charlene following and grumbling irritably to herself.
"Get in, boy," Steve commanded, shoving Fritz in the back. "Hey, Charlene ... where is she?" he mumbled, looking around and spotting her a few yards down the road. "Come on and get in the car, we can rest here for a while."
"Oh, okay," she gasped, trying to catch her breath.
Steve waited for her to climb in and then he got in and slammed the door shut. After he crawled into the back, he began pushing the curtains closed across the back and side windows of the station wagon.
"Hmmmm, that's pretty convenient." Charlene smiled, feeling better already as she watched him make the car dark and cozy. After he had finished, Steve rolled over to her and fluffed up a pillow behind her.
"Nothing's too good for mlady," he whispered, stroking her long soft hair. "By the way, I think the way youVe fixed your hair makes you look absolutely stunning!"
"Really ... you really like it?" Charlene cooed, pleased that he finally noticed it.
"Love it!" he husked. "I also love the way you wear your hair down here." Sliding his hand up her bare thigh, he pulled gently on the pubic hairs that had strayed out the crotch of her bikini pants.
"I'm pretty partial to the way you wear your dong sticking out your bathing suit," Charlene giggled, reaching down and running her finger around the head of his cock that stuck out the leg of his small suit. "It gives you lots of room to grow."
The dog tried to nudge between them as they clutched each other in a passionate embrace and Steve had to push him away and order him to the front seat.
"Not now, boy, your turn comes later."
"What do you mean?" breathed Charlene, pushing Steve's trunks off his hips as he leaned over the back seat.
"My dog has some clever tricks ... I'll show them to you later," he said, turning around and facing Charlene with a gigantic hard-on. "But first...."
"Well, what do you think of the tide pools?" Ron inquired of Betty, peering at her small, pink breasts that hung suspended in her bra top as she bent over the rocks.
"They're, uh, real nice, Mr. Peterson," she smiled weakly, attempting to muster up some enthusiasm for the murky water and the slimy creatures in it.
"Listen, my back's beginning to ache from bending over so much, why don't we go over and lie down on that sand over there?" he asked, taking her hand and guiding her to the little patch of sand (hat was situated between the rugged cliffs of the small cove they were in. Ron let go of her and flopped down on his stomach, groaning with pain from his fake backache.
"Ooooohhhhh, Betty, would you mind massaging the muscles in my back?" he pleaded to the timid girl kneeling next to him.
"All right, where does it hurt?"
"I think the best way to do it would be to sit on my, uh, buttocks and then you can really dig in and rub my whole back."
"Well, okay...." she hesitated. The idea of sitting on a man's butt kind of scared her, but also excited her, so she carefully straddled his ass and began to lightly massage his broad back.
"Harder, you've got to really pound on me, honey!" Ron instructed, his prong swelling up as he felt her sweet young cunt wiggling on his ass. Betty kneaded his strong shoulders as hard as she could with her small fingers, really starting to enjoy the experience of being so intimate with a grown man.
"Oh, yes. Oh, that's terrific, Betty!"
"This is fun!" Betty purred, stroking and manipulating the taut muscles as she leaned* her body closer to his back to get more force behind her massage.
"Okay, now let me do it to you," he breathed, dying to get his hands on her tender young body. Betty quickly got off his ass, anxious to see what it was like to have him do that to her.
"I'll try and be gentle with you," he assured her as he got up to change places. She gaped unbelievingly at the immense bulge of his cock protruding beneath his knit swimsuit. She'd never seen a man with a hard-on before and the sight of Ron's bloated crotch sent shivers of desire racing through her pubescent twat.
She sprawled out on her stomach with her face turned in the opposite direction from Ron, too embarrassed by her newly-aroused feelings to look at him. Ron quickly stripped off his swimsuit and sat gently on her small, round butt before she had a chance to observe what he had done. Unhooking her bra, he began stroking and caressing the fine, smooth skin on her lovely back.
"Mmmmmmmmm," she crooned, humping her ass against his heavy, bare balls.
Moving down her torso, Ron rubbed his hands over the small of her back and over the hump of her pert butt, hooking his fingers into the waistband and inching her pants down.
"I'd like to give you a total body massage, Betty," he husked.
"Yes, yes, Mr. Peterson, I'd like that," she panted, her pussy juices already beginning to leak out of her hot little-girl cunt.
CHAPTER NINE
"OOOOOHHHHH, GOD, JERRY! don't DO THAT!!" The sound of Janet's groaning plea echoed through the dark chambers of the cave, reverberating off the walls where Keith and Laura lay engrossed in their own sexual play.
"Ssshhhh! You know you love it! Just relax, sweetie," crooned Jerry, his fingers jammed into her throbbing pussy, titillating the raw nerve endings of her enlarged clitoris.
"UH, UUUUUHHHHHH ... I CANT STAND IT!" she shrieked, squeezing his hand between her legs in a death grip while she humped her ass hard against the sand. "Oh, please, please s-stop!" she whimpered.
"Not until I get my kicks, too." He forcefully spread her legs apart and moved down to her sopping twat, removing his fingers and replacing them with his slithery tongue. Grabbing her ass in both his hands, he pushed and pulled the plump cheeks in rhythm with his flickering, delving tongue as he worked on, giving her the best sex trip she'd ever had.
"Aaaaaahhhhh ... yes. Oh, Jerry, yes!" she sighed as she gave up fighting and let the delicious sensations pump through her slippery, hot cunny.
"I knew you'd like it once you relaxed!" he smiled, raising his wet face from her juicy hole and then diving down again. His index finger probed around for her tight asshole and, once he finally located the pink, puckery orifice, he slowly tried to ease it into her. As his finger moved slowly up her shit canal, his teeth nibbled frantically on her blood-engorged clit, driving Janet slightly insane from the excruciatingly pleasurable feeling of getting it in both ends.
"UUUUU N N NNNGGGGG!!! JESUS, UUUUUUMMMMM!" she moaned, slapping her insatiable cunt into his gnawing mouth.
Jerry's dong was rubbing up and down the smooth, soft texture of her leg, already rampantly hard and quivering with the hot juices coursing through it.
"Janet ... let's sixty-nine!" he rasped, pivoting his body over hers and presenting her with his bobbing prick.
"W-what do I do?" she panted, looking up at his bloated cock swaying above her mouth.
"Just suck it ... for Christ's sake, SUCK IT!"
He went down on her again, pressing his smooth chest against her rounded belly and shoving his stiff prick into her opened mouth.
"Hhhhmmmmmpppphhhhhh," gurgled Janet, straining to keep from gagging as his prong hit her tonsils.
"MMMMMMMM ... SSUUUUCCCKKKK, SUUUUUCCCCCKKKK!!" he crooned, between slurps of her sweet, thick cunny honey. He pistoned his shuddering cock into her hot moist mouth, filling her oral cavity with his hard red meat as their bodies smacked loudly against each other from the sweat running all over them. His finger was up to the knuckle in her tight shit hole and corkscrewing the crap out of her as her sphincter relaxed and oozed watery brown drops down his gouging digit."
"G ggggaaaaahhhhhh, oooouuuuu! Mmmmmmm!" Janet murmured, her mouth full of swollen cock. "UUUUUUMMMMMM!" Her twitching pussy was dripping hot juice into Jerry's suctioning mouth as she increased the tempo of her kneading lips that tightly hugged his plunging shaft.
"AAAAARRRRRGGGGG! OOOOHHHHH, GGGAAAAWWWWDDDD!!" he grunted, tensing his body for the final thrust into her mouth that would bring his cum shooting through his cock. "UUUUNNNN, OOOOHHHHH, MY GOD! UUUUMMMMMFFFFFF!"
His cream surged through the base of his rod, up his quaking organ and out the head, spraying the f ck of Janet's throat with gobs of the thick jism. He pumped himself dry of the slippery cum juice as Janet writhed and wiggled under him, drinking in the ejaculate and lost in her own thrilling orgasm.
"MMMMMMMMM, GGGGUUUHHHHH!" she moaned, slurping in the first taste of cum she'd ever had and loving it. She pushed and pulled at his emptied dong, trying to get out the last drop of the unusual taste treat that washed down her gullet and spilled out the sides of her mouth.
Pulling his shitty finger out of her asshole, Jerry rolled off her and on to his side, panting and gasping for breath.
"Let's rest for a few minutes," he suggested weakly.
"Oh, no you don't!" Janet enthused, sitting up and throwing a leg over his stomach. "You're not going to get me this hot and then stop!" Caressing his semi-flaccid cock, she worked excitedly to bring back to his full strength.
"M-M-Mrs. P-P-Peterson!" stammered Keith, rolling his head back and forth in the wet sand helplessly as she sucked voraciously on his bobbing cock. "Please, please dig me out!"
"Mmmmmmmm, you have such a sweet prick, dear," she crooned, ignoring his plea completely. Pushing back the foreskin with her hand, she traced his pee-hole with her finger and then bent down to take the head into her mouth. She ran her pointy tongue around the rim of his cock and then poin 150 plunged it deep into the center, wiggling it lasciviously. "Oh, it's so hard ... and so delicious tasting!" Laura traced the bulging veins of his distended prong with her probing, wet tongue, laving the sides with long, slow licks.
"OOOOOOHHHHH, YOU'RE KIILLIINNGGG MEEEE!"
"Yes, isn't it great?" She brushed some sand off of his balls and cupped them lovingly in her hands, squeezing them gently as she bathed his staff in warm saliva. "Ooooooh, Keith, I can hardly stand this myself! I've got to get your delicious cock inside of me!"
"LET ME OUT, LET ME OUT ... PLEASE!" he yelled, wiggling fiercely under the hard-packed sand. "I can't move!"
"That's all right, honey, 111 do all the moving for both of us." She sighed, carefully straddling the mound of sand and lining up her curly, damp twat above his dong. Clutching his weaving prick in both her hands, she teasingly rubbed it back and forth across her clitoris and around the edge of her fat pink cuntlips.
"OOOOOOUUUUU, YES, I LIKE THAT A LOT!" she breathed.
At that moment a loud moan came echoing through the cave as Jerry and Janet brought each other to another climax.
"Hhhmmmmm, it appears we've some catching up to do," Laura smiled, poking his dick just a tiny bit into her slit and then yanking it out again.
"Why are you torturing me this way? I-I feel like I'm going crazy!" Keith panted, thrashing unsuccessfully under her weight and the sand, trying to release himself, "Oh, Keith sweetie, don't you know that the more you want it, the better it is?" She crawled forward over his body and dangled her heavy boobs over his face, brushing her nipples lightly across his cheeks and nose. Then she held one of her tits in her hand and fed it to him inch by inch until his mouth was literally stuffed with feminine flesh.
" ' O o o o o o ommmmmmhhhhhh! M m m m mmoooouuuuuummmmmmm! " he moaned, nursing on her huge orb.
Flattening her body out over his, she managed to reach his throbbing prong and still keep her tit in his mouth. The cool damp sand rubbed harshly against her naked belly as she arched her spine in order to angle her pussy for the best possible stimulation. With one hand bracing her and the other wrapped around his quivering organ, she plunged into him, his dick sliding against the shaft of her fat hot clit.
"Oooooo ohhhhhhHHHHH AAAAAHHHHH!!" she gasped, directing his' cock to her pleasure nubbin. "OH, CHRIST, OH, YOU FEEL SOOOO GOOOOOOD! SO DAMN, DAMN GOOOOOOOOD!!"
Keith couldn't utter a word; his gaping mouth crammed with sweet, warm tit and his cheeks bulging out from his avid sucking and slurping. Laura rocked back and forth on his stiff rod, sighing and moaning happily to herself as she swirled her ass around to reach every crease and crevice of her palpitating vaginal walls.
"I LOVE TO FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!!" she chanted loudly, as much for her own amusement as for the couple's down at the end of the cave. "OH, KEITH, MY DELIGHTFUL LITTLE FRIEND ... I LOVE THE WAY YOU SCREW!" she yelled, listening to her voice bounce off the stone walls. Pumping herself harder onto his vibrating pecker, she released her boob from his mouth and smiled down at him.
"I'm going to dig you out in just a minute, honey," she whispered. "But first, I want you to yell real loud, like you're cumming like crazy, okay?" She sat up and began pounding hard up and down on his prick, bringing her whole weight down on him as she squeezed his cock fiercely with her strong cunt muscles.
"OOOOOOOHHHHHH, GOD! AAAAAAHHHHHHH, OH, HARDER, FASTER!" he shrieked, his face contorted into a horrible grimace. " U U U U UUNNNNNNHHHHH! OH, FUCK ME HARDER, PLEASE! U-U-U-UUUUUUHHHHHHHH ... I I'M CCCCCUUUUUMMMMMMIIIIINNNNN-GGGGGGM" Keith screamed, his eyes rolling back in his head as he tossed it wildly from side to side.
Laura was about to compliment him on his acting ability until she suddenly felt his hot thick jism surging through her clutching sheath and realized that he wasn't pretending at all. The warm wet liquid filled her womb and dribbled out her hole, making her feel tremendously exhilarated and more turned-on than she had ever been before. She liked being on top and in control of the fucking, and the fact that she could bring him to an orgasm without even consciously trying gave her a great feeling of power. The whole idea excited the hell out of her and she continued to thump down on him as she felt her own climax building to a peak.
"MMMMMMMM, KEITH, YOUR SWEET LITTLE PRICK FEELS SOOOO FIIIIINNNEEE!" she crooned, corkscrewing her grasping cunny into his cum-pumping cock.
"OH, STOP! I CANT TAKE ANYMORE!" he pleaded, clenching his teeth together as she rubbed his nerve endings raw with her constant stimulation.
"NEVER, NEVER, YOU CUTE LITTLE CUNT JABBER ... YOU ADORABLE ... UUUUUNNNNNN, OH, GOD, KEITH! AAAAHHHHH, OH, FUCK, I'M C-C-CUUUUUUU ... MMMMMMMIIIIIINNNNN-NNNGGGGGG!!" Writhing and humping crazily over his squishy, jism-coated rod, she pounded him deeper into the sand with each violent thrust of her hungry snatch. "OOOOOHHHHHHH, SSSSSSHHHHHHIIIIIITTTTTT!!!" she screamed, her rigid body quaking like electrical shocks were bolting through every cell, turning her up to full voltage. "Wow!" exclaimed Jerry. "Those two must really be getting it on!"
"Yeah," Janet whispered, bending over to slip her bikini pants up her legs. "Maybe we ought to sneak over there and check them out."
"Sounds like a great idea! Hurry up and get your suit on, maybe if we're lucky they'll invite us to join them," he said and grinned.
The back of the station wagon was bouncing and swaying visibly as casual motorists cruised by the seemingly deserted strip of beach. Steve kept pushing his tool further into her small, tight womb as she gyrated frantically against the hard surface of the car bed. He smiled reassuringly as he fed more and more of his long stiff rod into her cunt, knowing she would probably protest long before he had crammed his big pole all the way in to the hilt.
"A A AA ARRRRRGGGGG! OH, IT HURTS! STOP! STOP ... PLEASE!" she begged, squirming and trying to inch back away from his immense stabber.
"All right, honey, 111 take it easy," he soothed. "But I've just got to stick it all the way in ... I've just got to!" he husked. Pausing for a moment to let Charlene's slippery taut vaginal walls adjust to his bloated cock, he gently stroked her heaving titties and tweaked her hard nipples, crooning soft nothings to her to ease her pain.
"Oooooohhhhhh, Steve, you're a real sweetie," Charlene sighed, beginning to really enjoy his huge organ filling every inch of her tiny cunny once she got used to it. "Why don't you try and push that gorgeous dick of yours all the way in now? "
"I'll try my best!" Slowly easing his throbbing rod deeper up her narrow sheath, Steve grunted and sweated profusely from the exertion and the need to be totally surrounded by her sweet hot twat.
The boy finally reached the opening to her uterus with the tip of his prick straining forcefully against it, but the tight closure wouldn't give way.
"OOOOOHHHHHH, GOD, STEVE, AA A AAAHHHHHHH! F-F-FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARD! UUUUUMMMMMFFFFFF! OH, HARDER! HARDER!"
Charlene wrapped her legs around his shoulders, giving him more room to pump his dick into her and then she dug her sharp claws into his arms to hang on to him and give her support. As he slammed his dong in and out of her slick vagina, she felt his huge hairy nuts pounding against her asshole, which added a delightful tingling, tickling sensation to the over-all effect of fucking.
"OOOOOOUUUUU, CHARLENE!" Steve groaned. "YOUR PUSSY'S SO TIGHT AND HOT! UUUUUUUUMMMMMMM!!"
He was on his knees thrusting his dick deep inside her, lifting her ass off the floor of the car to get more leverage and force behind his forward strokes to her cunt. Charlene writhed and twisted under him, hunching her snatch at him to meet his every stab of his long jabber as the pain of the initial entry was replaced by the exquisite pleasure of his hard, fucking prong.
"OH, GOD! OH, GOD! OH, GOD! OOOOOOHHHHHHHHH!!"
Digging her nails deeper into his arms, Charlene tried to keep up with his frantic tempo as he hammered away at her vibrating pussy.
"AAAAAAAUUUUUUGGGGGGG!" he yelled. "OOOOHHHHH, CHARLENE! I'M GOING TO C ... U ... MMMMMMMMMM! MMMMMMMMMOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUU! OH! OH! JESUS CHRIST!"
Steve went rigid as his juices gushed out of his pulsating prick and squirted forcefully against her womb, making her tight tube billow out from the pressure. His cock jerked spasmodically from the constant flow of his thick, heavy ejaculate surging through his long organ.
"STEVE! I FEEL IT TOO! OH, YES! I'M THERE, I'M THERE, TOO!" she shouted. "IT'S SOOOOO WONDERFUL! SOOOOOO FUCKING GREAT!"
The two of them tightly gripped each other as they lay trembling in a small pool of warm sticky cum that had spilled out of Charlene's small vagina onto the car floor. When their shuddering had gradually subsided and their breathing was fairly back to normal, Steve rolled off of Charlene and gazed appreciatively at her sopping slit, oozing his creamy cum.
"You know, there's a way to clean you off that you might find very interesting," Steve suggested.
"What's that?" she mumbled, still lost in the afterglow of her climax.
"Come here, Fritz!" he beckoned to the excited dog.
"Steve, what's the big idea...?"
The dog came bounding across the seat and landed next to Charlene's cum-stained thigh, sniffing the thick juice with trembling enthusiasm. Steve grabbed him by the collar and pointed his nose at Charlene's wet twat, encouraging him to move closer to the delicious tasting juice.
"STEVE!" Charlene tried to raise up to a sitting position, but the big dog knocked her down with his front paws and licked her face with big sloppy slurps of his tongue.
"Not her face, boy, down here!" Steve commanded, tackling the playful animal and wrestling him to her cunt.
"NO! PLEASE, STEVE, THAT'S SICK!" she cried, struggling to get away from the dog's probing tongue.
"No, it's not sick, it's fun! I've done it before ... Fritz loves my cum. He won't hurt you," he soothed, getting excited watching his dog nose his way toward her twat.
Fritz got the scent of her aromatic cunt and dived in with his long wet tongue, slurping and licking the wet hot lips gently. The taste of Steve's cum was driving the dog crazy as he searched frantically with his smooth, warm tongue to get more of the delectable treat.
"Ooooooohhhhhh! Mmmmmmmmm, OH, GOD!" moaned Charlene, unable to fight off the exciting sensation of the dog's titillating tongue any longer. Fritz accidentally rubbed the tip of her clit with his lapping organ, sending thrills through her creamy hole.
Steve sat squatting next to the dog, watching the whole thing with growing interest as his emptied cock began filling up again with the hot, pounding blood that surged through his newly aroused body.
"My turn next, Charlene," he informed her, as she writhed and panted involuntarily, not hearing a word he said as Fritz brought her to new heights of stimulation.
"OOOOOOH, BETTY, YOU'RE SO SOFT, SO SWEET, SO PERFECTLY DELECTABLE!" Ron crooned, running his lips down her arched spine and across her small torso to her tail bone, where her firm buttocks jutted up. He laved her dimpled ass with long, slow caresses of his tongue as he stroked and squeezed her wiggling orbs with his hot, sweaty hands.
"Ooooooouuuuu, it feels so gooooood! But I don't think ... oh, I don't know if ... oooooohhhhhh, Jeeeezzzzz!"
Ron continued to stroke the fine curves of her quivering butt and lick the crack with wet swabs of saliva as Betty fought with herself about the tightness of what they were doing.
"Betty, oh, Betty, you've got the most gorgeous ass I've ever seen in my whole life!" He sighed, probing her asshole with his flickering tongue. "It's just so exquisite!"
"OOOOOOOHHHHHHH, GOD! MR. PETERSON! STOP! THAT'S NOT RIGHT!" she cried, feeling his tongue riveting into her puckery hole.
"If it feels good, it's right, my dear girl."
"But, but, oooooohhhhhh, it DOES feel good! So goooood!"
Ron grabbed her slender calves and hoisted her up to her knees so that her butt was sticking up in the air and her head grinding into the sand.
"W-what are you doing?" she croaked, peering between her spread out thighs and seeing his waving prong bobbing lewdly near her left foot.
"I'm going to bung-hole you!"
"OH, NO! NO! I WONT LET YOU!" she screamed, clawing madly at the sand to get out of his clutches.
"Well, if you really feel that strongly about it, how about if I just stick it in the regular way?" he conceded, smiling to himself as he gloated over his clever tactics.
"Yes, yes, all right ... the regular way," Betty breathed with relief, deciding anything was better than that.
"Okay, honey," Ron panted. "Relax and let papa do the work!" Clutching her twitching orbs in his hands, he ran his wet tongue back and forth between her anus and the front of her twat, making sure that she was well lubricated before he started his entry.
'llUUUUUUM MM M M M M! OOOOOHHHHHHH, GOSH THAT'S NICE!" she purred. She humped her pert ass against his slippery tongue, eager to get started now that she had committed herself.
Ron clutched his rampantly hard dong in his hand and guided it to her sopping cunt and then gently introduced it to her virginal cuntlips by swirling it around the edges of the pink bulges. He kept up the swirling motion, spiraling deeper and deeper into her tight sheath as he eased his big, hairy dick further up her tube.
"MMMMMMMMM ... BETTY! YOUR PUSSY'S SO TIGHT!" he grunted, his cock was only halfway in and already he was finding it difficult to maneuver up her narrow slit. Pumping his dick in and out a couple of times to loosen up her canal, he then forced his way through her tough hymen and plunged his rod in almost to the hilt.
'rA A A A A A RRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHH!!" she yelped. "EASY! EASY! AAAAAAHHHHHHH, YES! THAT'S BETTER ... MUCH BETTER!"
Betty hunched her ass at Ron's pistoning organ as her discomfort at being poked for the first time turned into nerve-tingling pleasure. Her forehead was being ground into the sand because she had arched her neck and raised up on her arms to be able to see Ron's hairy prick sliding in and out of her. Like a child that just discovered a new toy, Betty watched with trembling fascination as Ron's swaying balls and hammering rod pounded away at her quivering cunt.
"Mmmmmm, sweet baby, sweet, fuzzy-pussied baby!" Ron crooned. "Do you like the way papa's screwing you, honey?"
"Oooooohhhhhhhh, yes! I love it! C-c-could you do it harder?" she panted, her face turning beet red from balancing on her head on the sand.
"YOU BET! I'LL SCREW YOU SO HARD THAT YOUR TEETH'LL RATTLE!" he promised. Ron picked up the tempo and began slamming his dong rapidly in and out of her dripping vagina, anxious to give her everything she wanted and more.
"OOOOOOHHHHHH! OOOOOOOUUUUUUU, THAT'S TERRIFIC! OOOOOOHHHHH, MORE! MORE!" she wailed, biting her lip to keep from screaming too loud and drawing unwanted attention to them.
"OOOOOOHHHHHH, BETTY! OH, GOD! UN-UN-UUUUUUUUNNNNNNN!! YOU ... YOUR TIGHT, LITTLE PUSSY IS KKKKKIIIIILLLLLIIIINNNNGGGG MMMMEEEEE!"
Her hips twitched wildly under his swiveling dick as the pressure in his balls became unbearable. He backed off for the final plunge that he knew would release his agonizing accumulation of cum juice into her fluttering twat. Clutching her wiggling ass tightly, he jammed his cock fiercely up her tube and exploded like a bomb, spraying millions of little spermatozoa into her virginal womb.
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH! OH, GOD! CCCCCUUUUUUMMMMMMM! I'M CCCCUUUUUMMMMMMM ... OH, I AM! I AM!"
"ME TOO! ME TOO! echoed Betty, watching his juice dribbling out her snatch onto the sand in long, thick streams.
Ron went rigid as his pecker shot gobs of jism through her, emptying his nuts of their gigantic load. When the last of his cream spurted out the tip of his cock, he pulled his relaxing prick out and flopped onto the sand, exhausted and panting heavily.
"Did you like it, Betty?"
"Mm-hmm!"
"Well, I guess we'd better go join the others," he sighed, trying to raise up onto his feet and stumbling back down to the sand.
"Maybe we'd better help each other up," Betty said and laughed, reaching over to take his arm. Struggling to their feet, they quickly slipped on their suits and headed back to the blankets, anxious to hear about what the others had been up to.
"Well, well, look what the cat just dragged in!" Laura shouted, pointing to Ron and Betty slowly making their way up the sandy slope to where the group was gathering together again. "It appears that you two ran into a sand storm while we were away," she giggled, reaching up to brush the sand off of Ron's shoulders and back.
Janet and Jerry were lying close together on the blanket, smiling contentedly at Betty and Ron as if nothing were unusual.
"I like the way you're wearing your forehead this year," Jerry grinned, spreading some suntan lotion on Janet's back.
"W-what?" Betty stammered, putting her hand to her forehead and feeling the gritty sand imbedded in her skin. "Oh, that!"
Steve and Charlene came bounding across the sand, dripping salt water all over everybody on the blanket. Close behind them was a very wet, very sandy Fritz who joyously shook his sleek body vigorously, spraying the whole crowd thoroughly.
"Christ, Fritz!" yelled Ron, backing away from the eager dog, "shake yourself somewhere else!"
"Brrr, I'm cold!" Charlene chattered, her skin looking blue and bumpy from the quick dip they took in the ocean.
"Yes, I think it's probably time we all went home," Laura said, standing up and gathering some of the towels in her arms.
"You're right, we should get going, but listen, why don't we have a backyard swim party next weekend?" Ron suggested.
"Hey, that would be great!" Steve enthused.
"Sure, why not? And the pool's heated so we can all go in swimming without freezing to death," Laura agreed.
"Okay, it's set ... that is if everyone can make it." Ron looked around the group to see if there was any dissention. Everyone agreed it would be a great idea and, though nobody mentioned the events of the day, it was obvious to all of them that the pool party was going to be a ball, in more ways than one.
As the group climbed the cliff back up to the cars, Jerry reached up and squeezed Janet's arm and whispered:
"I can hardly wait until next weekend!"
"Me, too!" She grinned, giving him a knowing wink.
CHAPTER TEN
"Can I fill up your drink, Keith?" Laura asked, ladling some punch into her own glass from the huge cut-glass bowl that set on the rickety cardboard table near the pool's edge.
"No, I'm fine for now," he said, sipping slowly on the murky-looking liquid. "What's in this anyway?"
"Oh, just some fruit juice and a little red wine," Ron interjected. "Steve wanted to load it down with booze but Laura vetoed that idea real quick!"
"All I wanted to do was spice it up a little!" Steve added, defensively. "Besides, this stuff tastes shitty!" Steve crossed his'eyes and stuck out his tongue, much to the amusement of the rest of the teenagers seated around the pool.
"All right, that's enough ... it's just fine the way it is," warned Laura, getting irritated at her son's comic routine. "By the way, when are Betty and Janet supposed to arrive, Jerry?"
"I called Janet this morning and she said they'd be here around one o'clock, so I imagine...."
Before Jerry could finish his sentence, the doorbell rang and Fritz began barking excitedly as Laura rushed to let the girls in.
"Hi, everybody, sorry we're late!" Janet called out, stepping across the threshold of the sliding glass door that separated the living room from the patio. Steve and Jerry let out piercing wolf whistles as the two girls walked to the chaise lounge and dropped their load of towels and snacks on it. Both of them had gone out and purchased new bathing suits for the occasion and their appearance was creating quite a stir among the males in the crowd. Laura and Charlene sat quietly observing the scene, getting more pissed by the moment as the girls got up and modeled their suits for the guys.
"Come on, let's all go for a swim!" Laura shouted, standing up and interrupting the fashion show. "Let's see if that darling suit of yours can stand water on it," she purred, grabbing Janet by the wrist and pulling her toward the pool.
The chubby girl obediently followed Laura into the pool, not having much choice in the matter, and she was quickly joined by the rest of the group, except for Steve.
"I, uh, have to check on something," he informed the people splashing away in the pool. "I'll be back in a minute."
Ron threw a big beachball into the water and, shortly, everyone was involved in a wild, thrashing game of volleyball, or a close rendition since there was no net. While the group was whooping and hollering in the pool, Steve sneaked into his bedroom and got out the gallon of cheap wine that he had stashed in his closet. He peeked around the corner of the sliding glass door and, when everyone's back was turned, he grabbed the punch bowl off the table and tiptoed to the kitchen sink with it. After pouring out half the contents, he refilled it with wine and replaced it on the card table, snickering happily to himself. He then filled up everyone's glass with the new concoction and waited patiently for the rest of them to exhaust themselves playing in the water.
"Whew, I'm pooped!" Ron panted, paddling over to the steps of the pool and sitting down with the water reaching his waist. "How about bringing my glass over here for me, Steve?"
"Sure, Dad, be glad to, heh, heh," Steve giggled. He walked over to his dad with the glass full to start with, but ending up half-empty by the time he reached him, spilling the strong contents as he tried to negotiate the short distance.
"Boy, you're pretty clumsy, son!" Ron frowned, taking the glass from Steve. "What've you been drinking, anyway?"
"Jush this stuff here," he grinned, pointing to his third glass of punch. "I'll bring some for all of youse guys!" After slopping drinks and tripping repeatedly over his own feet, Steve managed to supply everyone in the pool with a glass of punch. He then slipped over the edge of the pool next to his father on the steps and burped loudly, excusing himself in tedious, eloquent language that nobody could hear.
"Steve, what in the hell did you put in this punch?" Laura demanded, sipping slowly from her glass.
"Forget, honey, it's a party, remember?" Ron soothed, beginning to feel a glow as he finished off his drink and climbed out of the pool for another. "I think 111 just bring the bowl over here."
An hour passed quickly as Jerry and Janet floated on rubber rafts on the water and Charlene, Steve, Ron and Keith clung to the sides and chattered amiably, getting drunker by the moment. Betty and Laura sunned themselves on the concrete surrounding the pool, not drinking as much, but feeling it more as the sun beat down on them, adding to their lightheadedness caused by the wine.
Steve, who had been drinking the wine like it was going out of style, dived under the water from his perch on the steps and swam to where Janet lay lethargically floating on her raft, totally oblivious to everything as she soaked in the sun. Paddling quietly underwater, he maneuvered alongside her raft and reached up a hand and yanked her off her float into the pool with him. Everyone laughed hilariously as they watched the water churn from the two of them grappling with each other underwater. Steve finally emerged, triumphantly waving a bra top, with Janet popping up behind him, sputtering and gasping for air.
"Goddamn it, Steve, give me my top!" she puffed, bobbing up and down in the water.
"Not on your life! First you have to catch me!" he shouted, dog-paddling like crazy to get away from her. He threw the top to Ron stationed on the steps and pretty soon it became a free-for-all with everyone getting into the act, passing the bra from person to person with Janet screaming at the top of her lungs.
"Wait a minute, this isn't fair to Janet to be the only one topless!" Jerry decided. "We should all be braless!" Grinning like a Cheshire cat, he paddled his float over to Laura as she inched away from the pool edge clutching her boobs in mock fright.
Ron spotted Betty casually walking over to the chaise lounge trying to ignore Jerry's mandate to get naked. Stepping out of the pool, he creeped up behind her and pulled the tie on her tiny bikini bra top and yanked it off, throwing it into the pool before she could protest. He then ran back to the pool and jumped into the water, laughing raucously at the sight of her indignantly covering her little titties with her hands.
Meanwhile, Jerry was struggling with Laura to get her bra off of her and she was putting up a good fight. He finally succeeded in stripping her of her top, but only at the cost of his own trunks, which she cleverly yanked off his hips as he was grappling with the clasp on her bra.
"Ah-hah!" she crowed, tackling him to the ground and whipping his swimsuit off his feet. "Now we're even!" Climbing to her feet, she flung the suit into the pool, beaming proudly at the other girls.
"Not so fast!" Jerry yelled, reaching up and hooking his thumbs in the waistband of her pants. It was the signal for everyone to participate in a mass strip-tease of each other which left the whole group panting and laughing hysterically as suits floated on the water or were flung over the chaise tongue.
"What's next?" Ron shouted, passing the dregs of what was left in the punch bowl around to the exhausted crew.
"How about you guys giving us a diving exhibition and the one with the best form wins," Laura giggled, spilling the punch down her chin and between her tits as she drank from the bowl.
"What's the prize?" Steve inquired eagerly.
"As many of us beauties as you can handle, but we get to be the judges," she stated firmly. "And the decision of the judges is final!"
"Let the contest begin!" Janet heralded, her huge tits bobbing ludicrously on the water.
"Okay, me first!" Steve announced, anxious to be the winner of such a tempting prize.
The girls all got out of the pool and took up a position alongside the pool, whispering and giggling excitedly amongst themselves as Steve walked out onto the board. The guys lined up behind Steve and started haranguing him like he was an umpire at a baseball game, hoping to unnerve him a little. He took a few preliminary bounces on the board and then turned his back to the audience and announced his specialty.
"I'm going to perform a jackknife!" Standing for a few more minutes and then whirling around to face the water, he ran across the board and bounced up, executing a beautiful jackknife and a magnificent hard-on.
The girls went wild. Laura practically fell in the water, she was laughing so hard, and Janet got up and cheered. The rest clapped loudly and enthusiastically. The guys grumbled and promised each other to show him up.
Jerry stood up on the edge of the diving board backward, then got down on all fours with his head resting on the surface. He then stood on his head and clenched his ass muscles in and out, making his big fat prick appear to wave at the spectators. The effort caused him to lose his balance and fall, feet first, into the pool. He came sputtering to the surface with his hand raised in victory, but the girls booed him out of the water.
Ron tried some fancy dive, but everyone agreed it looked like a belly flop, so he went to get a beer from the kitchen. That left Keith, who had been quietly waiting his turn at performing.
"What're you going to do?" Charlene shouted out.
"I haven't decided," Keith replied seriously. After a few moments deliberation, he announced his dive. "I'm going to do a double somersault."
The guys nodded sarcastically at each other and the girls got very quiet. Keith tested the board and went back and took a run at it. He did a perfect double somersault and, when he climbed up the ladder from the pool, the girls declared him the unquestioned winner of the contest.
"You mean I get to pick any of you to, uh, screw with?"
"That's right, Keith, we're yours to command," Laura smiled.
"Gosh, I don't know...." he hesitated, his face flushing with embarrassment. It was every boy's dream, but being faced with the flesh and blood reality was pretty frightening to the relatively inexperienced kid.
"Why don't you just lie down on that mat over there and let us ladies take care of you, Keith?" Laura offered helpfully.
"All right," he croaked, heading for the mat with the girls eagerly following him.
"We get to watch, don't we?" Steve pouted.
"Of course, silly, if you behave yourselves," Charlene simpered.
Keith spread out on the mat and the four females knelt around him, arguing about the arrangements.
"I want to suck his cock real hard," Janet chirped, winking salaciously at Keith.
"You can't, because I want to ball him!" piped in Betty, who had been quiet up until now. She was feeling pretty woozy from all the wine, but Ron had shown her that sex was fun and she didn't want to miss another opportunity to enjoy it.
"One of you fuck him and he can suck the other one and then vice versa," Ron intervened, refereeing the dispute.
"Okay," agreed Charlene. "And he can finger-fuck us!"
Keith lay there listening to the talk and wondering if it was ever going to happen when Laura leaned forward and began lightly running her hands over his chest. The talk stopped and the girls watched silently as Laura gently caressed his upper torso. One by one they joined in, each one picking a different place on his body to massage and stimulate. They ran their fingers up his legs and thighs, around his soft pink balls, and along the length of his growing prong. Other fingers stroked the sides of his neck, swirled across his slender shoulders, swept down his hairless chest and joined the others at his pelvis.
"Ooooooohhhhhhh, wow, oh, boy!" Keith sighed, the sweat beading on his forehead as the sun beat down on him.
Eight hands worked him over with exquisite slowness, coaxing his staff upward with long, excruciatingly soft strokes along the sides, around the base and over the tip of his throbbing organ. A hand pushed back his foreskin while another one -rimmed the hole with a little pinky, sending bolts of excitement through his body. Someone reached under his ass and insinuated a finger into his anus, corkscrewing it right up his rectum.
"OOOOOOOHHHHHHHH! OH, GOD! JEEEEEEEZ!" Keith groaned, humping into a mass of hands and pounding down on a finger.
The guys squatted around the periphery of the circle of girls, their eyes bugging out of their heads and their cocks bobbing and stretching toward the sky.
"Goddamn, I wish that was me," husked Steve, moving in closer to the action.
"Me, too!" echoed Jerry. All three of them unconsciously grabbed onto their pulsating dongs, squirming with desire to participate in the thrilling spectacle.
"Oh, let me suck his cock!" Janet squealed, practically knocking Laura over as she pushed her head and shoulders through the crowd of hands clutching his prick. Charlene and Laura released his hard, quivering organ and moved toward his head as Janet bent over with her mouth wide open and her tongue flickering in and out. Betty stroked the base of his cock and squeezed his hard-packed nuts gently while Janet went down on him, slowly laving the exposed cockhead with long, wet licks of her fat tongue.
"UH, UUUHHH! OOOUUUU! THIS FEELS SOOO GOOOOD!" Keith gasped, writhing underneath the constant stimulation of groping, stroking feminine flesh. Beads of pre-coital cum juice oozed out his hole, covering the surface of his cockhead, and Janet sucked hungrily on the sweet liquid, drawing in her chubby cheeks like she was drinking out of a straw. Her huge tits brushed lightly back and forth across his groin, sending ripples of pleasure racing through his thighs and legs as she continued to bob enthusiastically over his bulging rod.
"God, I'm getting so hot!" Charlene whimpered, staring down at the teeth-clenching boy. Throwing her leg over Keith's narrow shoulders, she presented her dripping twat to his passion-glazed eyes.
"EAT ME, KEITH! EAT ME HARD!" she begged, hunching her curly, damp pussy at his mouth.
He was so engrossed in his own mind-wracking pleasure that he didn't catch on at first, but when she thrust her cunt against his lips and rubbed the soft, fuzzy mound all over his mouth and cheeks, he realized what she wanted. Opening his mouth slightly, he tentatively stuck out his tongue and began slowly licking her pink, puffy cuntlips, working around the edges of the musky smelling hole and then plunging in to the center.
"OH, GOD, KEITH! OH, YES! A A AAAAHHHHHHHH!" she shuddered. She humped up and down and swirled herself around his flickering, probing tongue, moaning softly as she angled her pussy at his hot, wet mouth.
Laura couldn't stand it any longer. She grabbed his hand that was stretched out helplessly beside him and shoved it at her quaking snatch. Imprisoning him between her tightly closed legs, she crammed his fingers into her slippery slit and pounded him in up to the knuckles. She pistoned herself savagely up and down his fucking fingers, swirling his trapped hand around to reach every throbbing inch of her grasping pussy."
"Mmmmmmmm, oh, Christ! Ooouuuuuuaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!" she moaned.
"I want to climb on now!" Betty demanded, releasing Keith's balls and pushing Janet's head away from his stalk. Janet reluctantly gave up her position and knelt back on her knees, letting Betty straddle Keith's pelvis and gently guide his hot, saliva-coated rod into her little cunt. Betty rubbed the head across her slit a couple of times and then poked it in and eased it up her tight tube.
"OOOOOOOUUUUUUU, KEITH! YOU'RE JUST RIGHT!" she crooned. Keith's prick fitted more comfortably into her tiny pussy than Ron's more mature staff and she wiggled delightedly over his pumping dick.
Janet remained squatting on her hunches watching the exciting action until, suddenly, she felt a pair of hands slithering down the tops of her shoulders and across her luscious orbs. Turning her head around, she saw Ron smiling seductively at her as he squeezed and hefted her big tits. He leaned his face close to her ear and gently probed the canal with his slippery tongue.
"How about it, Janet?" he whispered.
"Yes, oh, yes!" The horny girl melted into his arms, shivering visibly as he slid his hands down her plump, soft body toward her twat, rubbing his hard prong against her back as he worked his way down. He fingered her sopping pussy for a few minutes until he was sure she was good and hot, , then he picked her up and carried her to the chaise lounge and put her down. Ron mounted her with no preliminaries, already extremely turned-on by just watching the girls work Keith over. He clutched her heaving titties and slid his pulsating cock right up to the hilt, jamming his heavy, hairy balls up against her vibrating snatch.
"WOW! YOUR COCK'S REALLY BIG! I LIKE IT!" Janet gasped, writhing and twisting beneath him.
"MMMMMMM, YEAH! OOOOHHHHH, GOD! OH, GOD!" Ron grunted, fighting like crazy to keep from cumming right away.
Steve and Jerry watched excitedly at the action around them, pathetically stroking their cocks and dying to get in on the fun. Keith's finger-fucking just wasn't satisfying Laura enough, so she released his hand and moved off the mat, leaving Charlene and Betty to finish him off. Seeing the two boys kneeling next to her with gigantic hard-ons, she reached out and grabbed a dick in each hand and led them gently to the pool.
"Steve, get one of those floats out of the water," she smiled, dropping her hand from his cock so that he could move. He quickly retrieved the rubber raft and placed it at the pool's edge where she stood. Laura sat down and spread her legs widely, hooking her feet around the sides of the raft.
"Climb aboard, Jerry," she said, extending her arms to him. Jerry crawled quickly onto the bouncy float, hanging onto her legs for support as he moved up to her bushy snatch. He clutched his bobbing cock in his hand and began swirling it around the sides of her gash, slowly corkscrewing his way into her gaping hole.
"UUUUUUMMMMM, JERRY! OH, FINALLY I GET TO SCREW!" she wailed. The two of them pounded eagerly at each other, frantically fucking after the long, excruciating abstention.
"Hey, wait for me!" Steve demanded. He got down on his knees and straddled his mother's head, easing his prong into her opened mouth. While he shoved his organ down her throat, she slid her finger up his tight butthole. The two young boys faced each other as they pistoned their dongs into Laura and she humped her pelvis and arched her neck, trying to stuff as much of their meat into her cavities as possible.
Steve had a clear view of Betty and Charlene poised in rigid ecstasy over Keith's gyrating body and he smiled, knowing that the boy would soon be pumped dry, leaving the girls available for him. Jerry could see Janet writhing in agony on the chaise lounge with Ron slamming fiercely into her cunt, groping and pulling on her panting boobs. He felt sure that Ron wouldn't be able to hold out much longer from the torturous look on his face so he sped up the tempo of his fucking, anxious to get to as many pussies as possible.
"OOOOOHHHHH! UUUUUNNNNN! OH, GOD!" Ron shouted, emptying his balls into Janet's fluttering twat.
"Oooooouuuuuuu!" Janet moaned from beneath him, feeling his cum juice spraying the walls of her vagina.
r UUUUUUMMMMM! OH, GGGGAAAAWWWWWDDDDD!!" Betty cried out from the other side of the patio. She and Charlene were riveting away at Keith, smashing his exhausted frame into the mat as all three of them climaxed together.
"Oooooooyyyyyyy! Yeah, yeah, yeah!" Charlene chanted, gushing streams of pussy juice down his gullet.
Ron pulled his empty cock out of Janet and flopped heavily on top of her, wheezing and panting loudly as he tried to regain his breath. Charlene lifted her leg and swung off of Keith's wet, cunt-smelling face, giving Betty room to straighten out and lay full length on top of his sweating torso. As the rest of them relaxed and composed themselves for the second inning, Jerry and Steve worked hurriedly to empty their load into Laura's vibrating body, plunging and corkscrewing their staffs in and out of her hungry orifices.
"Mmmmmmm ... ummmmmmm," she moaned, sucking voraciously on Steve's quivering rod.
"OH, GOD! MOM! UH-UH-UUUUUUNNNN-NN!!" Steve gasped. His bloated balls spewed gobs of semen into her cock-filled mouth, jerking his rod spasmodically as the thick fluid erupted through his sheath.
"I'M, OOOOOHHHHHHHHH, I'M CCCCUUUUMMMMMIIIINNNNGGGGG!!" Jerry shouted, jacking off against the mouth of her womb and flooding her with streams of warm cum. Together they filled her to overflowing; they pumped the juice and she squished and gurgled, spilling most of it out the sides of her mouth and snatch.
"Whew! Let's take a dip," Laura suggested after the boys had taken their dripping prongs out of her.
"Great idea!" agreed Ron, ambling up behind the raft she was lying on. "Come on, everybody, into the water!"
Janet, Charlene and Laura slid over the sides of the pool followed closely by Ron, Steve and Jerry. Keith and Betty groaned loudly from their position on the mat, hoping to gain some offer of help, as they lay there half paralyzed from their long fuck. Seeing that none was offered, they begrudgingly got up and walked bow-legged to the pool and plunged in. The water served to revive the energy of the limp-limbed group and, shortly, everyone was laughing and splashing and playing grab-ass with each other like they had just woke up from a good night's sleep. "Hey, I've got a great thought!" announced Steve. "Let's play blindman's bluff in the water and whoever gets caught has to screw the blindman underwater!"
"Terrific!" they all chorused. Laura stepped out of the pool and went to the kitchen for a dishtowel to use as a blindfold while the rest of them chattered enthusiastically over the unique idea.
"I hope you stumble on to me," Betty whispered in Steve's ear as they bobbed around in the water.
"I'll try my best."
Laura returned with the towel and stepped carefully back into the water so she wouldn't get it wet.
"Okay, who's first?"
"Can I be first? Steve was first on the diving contest," Jerry pouted.
"Fine,. Jerry. Come over here and I'll tie it on you." Jerry paddled over to Laura and she wrapped the towel around his eyes and secured it tightly. Then she twirled him around three times in the knee-high water and swam away from him. He stumbled and splashed aimlessly in the shallow end while the rest of them snickered at the other end of the pool.
"Hey, you guys have got to make some noise ... you know, give me a hint where you are!" he demanded.
"Here we are, here we are!" Steve shouted, throwing the beachball into the middle of the pool with a loud splash to throw Jerry off.
Jerry dog-paddled out to the middle, stretching his arms out and groping frantically for the imaginary person. Laura started laughing softly as he moved slowly in her direction, hoping that she wouldn't be the one caught. When she saw him coming at her, Laura quietly pulled herself along the edge of the pool to a different spot, leaving Keith alone to greet Jerry. Keith smiled broadly as Jerry eased through the water with his hand extended. When he finally touched the boy's arm, he crowed triumphantly and reached under the water to grab a cunt, but got a prick instead.
"Oh, sorry about that, fellow," he apologized, becoming very frustrated by the whole game.
"That's all right, sweetie," Keith laughed, splashing water at his confused brother.
"Shit, this is a drag!" Jerry sneered, whipping off the blindfold. "I want Charlene!"
"Yea for Jerry!" Ron yelled.
"Betty, come over here, you're my gal!" Steve ordered, glad that the silly game was over, even though he did suggest it.
"Janet, would you like to...?"
"I'd love to," Janet answered before Keith could finish his request.
"Well, it looks like it's you and me, Laura," Ron said, happy to get a chance at his voluptuous ex-wife.
"That suits me just fine, honey," Laura purred, delighted to get stuck by a grown man for a change.
Jerry swam over to Charlene who hung onto the side of the pool with her hands and let her legs and ass bob out on the water. He glided up behind her and eased his hard dick between her legs and up to her snatch, hanging onto her waist for support. They both sank down into the water from his added weight to her body and Charlene clutched tightly onto the poolside and tried to drag them up by her arms while he sputtered in the water.
"Raise up on your arms and lean your body against the wall so I can hang onto you," Jerry choked. Charlene did what he said and he clung onto her small waist and plunged his prong up her tube, impaling her on the pool wall.
Ron and Laura moved over to the steps of the pool and Ron sat down and beckoned Laura to sit straddling his lap. Holding his erected cock in her hand, Laura settled down on it, letting her twat sink over his rod until she had totally buried him in her snatch. Tiny air bubbles burst up to the surface as she slid up and down his submerged stalk while he nibbled eagerly on her wet titties.
Betty clung on to a rubber raft with half of her body in the water and half out as Steve aimed his prong between her pert cheeks trying to keep up with her as she floated away.
Keith sucked enthusiastically on Janet's fluffy pussy with her perched on the edge of the pool and her legs dangling in the water. He gripped her ample thighs tightly as he ate her up, slurping and smacking loudly while she trembled and shook violently from the exquisite sensations.
The water churned in agitation from excited bodies sucking, pounding, slurping, jamming and thrusting at each other as everyone participated in the climactic event of the day. When the water finally calmed and people lay draped over each other in pleasant exhaustion, floating in a pool of cum juice mixed with chlorine, Ron nuzzled Laura gently on the throat and whispered softly in her ear so no one could hear.
"You know, we ought to make this business partnership more binding."
"How do you propose to do that?" Laura sighed, relaxing on top of his stretched-out body.
"Well, instead of calling it 'Peterson and Peterson's school' I thought we could call it 'Peterson's school.'"
"What do you mean?" she asked, looking into his eyes with a blank expression on her face.
"Laura, why don't we remarry? I really love you, you know," he said.
"Oh, Ron, I really love you, too!" she cried, grabbing him around the neck and hugging him passionately.
Laura and Ron worked hard at building up the school's reputation as being one of the finest of its kind in the state. Young aspiring dramatists came from all over the country to participate in the exciting, liberal curriculum of the year-round program that Laura had set up. Eventually they were able to add on dormitories and cafeteria faculties to the expanding school which attracted generous donations from grateful parents and successful alumni who had attended the school. Charlene joined the staff of talented teachers after she graduated from college and Keith became one of their star pupils and, upon matriculation, one of their most successful and widely recognized actors. And, most importantly, no one ever suspected the real lesson being taught at the school-the lesson of love.
