Recent studies have shown that it is not unusual for a woman approaching middle age to suddenly develop a passionate craving for a younger man, or even a teenage boy. What the studies do not indicate, however, is that some women - women only in their late twenties or early thirties - also desire sexual fulfillment with virile younger men. Sometimes with boys just entering puberty.
Such is the case with twenty-six-year-old Michelle Summers.
Ever since her first sexual experience at a tender age with a boy younger than herself, Michelle grew up with the realization that only adolescent boys could give her truly complete satisfaction. That is not to say she hadn't had sex with men her own age. She had even been married to a man eight years her senior. But the total satisfaction she was seeking was never there.
That omnipresent craving for young flesh drove her to seek out willing young boys. Fortunately, she was a beautiful woman - a stunningly beautiful woman - and she had a way with innocent youngsters. She attracted them effortlessly.
Once her husband died of cancer and left her with all his amassed wealth, she was free to devote her considerable charm and energy to reveling in lascivious pleasure.
We join Michelle in the ensuing story just after she has moved into a new house, having decided her late husband's estate was now too large for her, too full of cloying memories of the happy times they spent together despite her constant need for younger lovers. It is then that she meets manly young Timmy, who delivers her daily newspaper.
One look at the handsome, slender, blond-haired youth and Michelle's latest seduction begins.
Yet it does not end with Timmy.
Timmy's adolescent young friend Mike, as well as the younger boy's sweet, darling sister, Betty, are soon thoroughly captivated by Michelle. She takes the boys' virginity and makes love for the first time with a member of her own sex - cute young Betty.
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CHAPTER ONE
Michelle took a long, deep breath in an effort to still the rapid pounding of her heart, but to no avail. It continued to hammer fiercely against her chest. She bunched her hands into tight fists to keep them from shaking.
The boy was just down the street now, only a few houses away from her own. She watched from her livingroom window as he went from door to door, collecting for his daily paper route. After leaving one house, he would leap on his bicycle, race to the next driveway, then hop off clutching a rolled newspaper and ring the bell. Each time he was paid, he marked in pencil a small looseleaf book he kept in his back pocket.
Michelle prayed her plan would work. Think positive! she thought. It will work! God knows, I'll go crazy if it doesn't.
The twenty-six-year-old woman was naked under her terrycloth robe. Her large, melon-shaped tits pressed against the front of the robe, the pointed knobs of her nipples clearly outlined. The robe barely came down to her knees and was loosely belted to reveal plenty of cleavage.
She had been infatuated with young boys before, and had seduced several before moving into her new house, where she had been living now for nearly a month. She had decided a week ago to have her morning newspaper delivered to her. That was when she first saw the handsome, fair-haired boy.
Handsome was a mild way of describing the young boy. He was the most adorable thing Michelle had ever seen. He had the face of an angel and a smile so engaging it practically took Michelle's breath away.
He invariably wore a baggy T-shirt and a tight pair of faded cut-offs that looked at least a size too small for him. The cut-offs accentuated not only his slim young buttocks, but the bulge of a very prominent crotch. He was so innocent, he seemed completely unaware he was hung like a bull, and that he excited Michelle more than any man or boy she had ever made love to.
That was why she was waiting so anxiously for him too ring her doorbell to collect from her for the first time. Up until now she had only spoken to him briefly, to say good morning and to thank him for the paper. Each morning she was always on hand to open the door and personally receive the paper. She would then take the image of his cute face, his lean young body, upstairs with her into the bedroom, where she would lie on the bed and masturbate repeatedly.
Only now her fingers weren't enough. She had to have the boy. Only he could satisfy the growing lust, the all-consuming desire she felt. Her thoughts revolved around him; she even dreamed of them together, naked, their bodies writhing in ecstasy as they coupled passionately.
Michelle wiped the sweat from her forehead with the sleeve of her robe. Even though it wasn't yet noon, the temperature had risen past eighty degrees. A heat wave had enveloped the area for the past several days, enhancing the woman's burning desire for her handsome young paperboy.
She couldn't wait to see his cock, to fondle his balls.
Take it one step at a time, she warned herself. You don't want to scare him off, or have him shout to the neighborhood you tried to rip his clothes off. He's very young and obviously shy and innocent. You'll be his first lover, over ten years his senior. And he'll be your youngest catch yet!
Michelle had had a passion for boys younger than herself since she turned eighteen, when she had seduced her eager adolescent cousin. Men her own age had never really satisfied her. Not the way a virgin adolescent could. Their first-time awkwardness excited her instead of detracting from her pleasure.
He was next door now. Any minute he would ring her bell. Michelle tried to relax, but couldn't. I'm as tight as a spring, she thought. But it's part of the game. God, it does feel good!
She saw him ride up her driveway. He was small for his age, with smooth, pale skin. His thick blond hair was curly and long, making him look girlish. Michelle wanted to scoop him up in her arms and hug him.
If only my intentions were that innocent! she mused, walking to the front door in anticipation of hearing the bell ring. When it did she felt suddenly calm, in complete control of herself.
She smiled, confident now that everything was going to work out just fine.
She opened the door and the boy beamed at her, showing an even row of bright white teeth. He blinked rapidly several times when he saw her tits swelling out from either side of -the partially opened robe. His eyes nearly popped out of his head.
"Collecting for the p-paper, Ma'am," he stammered. He blushed to the roots of his hair, trying to keep his eyes from her breasts. He saw Michelle was looking unabashedly at his crotch and he felt his cock tighten.
"Come on in," Michelle offered, standing to one side. She smiled. "Cone on, I won't hurt you. You look very warm."
Indeed, he had broken out in a cold sweat. He looked around nervously, like a caged animal.
"How much do I owe you?" Michelle asked, closing the front door.
He told her, thinking she had the biggest pair of boobs he had ever seen. He wondered if she was completely naked under the robe. He had never seen a woman naked before. Not in the flesh, anyway, only in girlie magazines he and his best friend Mike stole from Mike's older brother.
And she looked more beautiful than any of the girls in any of the glossy magazines. He felt his cock hardening in his cut-offs. He hoped she couldn't see he was getting a hard-on!
"I'll have to upstairs and get my purse," Michelle said. "How about a cold drink? You look like you're working hard, and it's hot as hell outside."
He smiled, feeling slightly more at ease. "Okay," he said, his voice barely audible.
"How about a glass of chilled white wine?"
His face brightened. "Wine? Yeah, I'd like that. We only have wine on special occasions at home." He blushed, as if embarrassed he had spoken as much as he had. He felt suddenly grown up, as if the woman was treating him as an equal, not just a little kid, the way his folks treated him. Imagine wine before lunch, and for no particular reason!
Michelle disappeared into the kitchen and took the bottle of wine from the fridge. She smiled to herself, thoroughly relaxed. Still excited, still keyed up with expectation, but no longer apprehensive. It's working! she thought jubilantly. Now to get him a little tipsy, to show him a bit more tits and he should react as any redblooded American boy would, even if he's barely in his teens.
She returned with two full glasses and the bottle pinned under her arm. "Let's sit on the couch and talk a while. I'm new in town, and you're the first person I've really had a chance to get to know."
The boy felt pleased that such a beautiful woman would want to get to know him. He liked being with her. And the wine tasted delicious.
"My name's Michelle."
"Mine's Timothy. My friends call me Timmy."
"Is it okay if I call you Timmy? I'd like us to be friends."
"Sure," he beamed, sipping the wine and trying to keep from staring at her tits. She had sat in such a way to hike up the robe, so that much of her thighs were evident too. Her right thigh pressed against his left.
"How old are you?"
"I'll be thirteen in a couple of weeks."
"You're a very handsome young boy," Michelle said, sitting closer to him. He finished the glass of wine, running his tongue over his lips to savor the taste. Michelle poured him another full glass. He smiled gratefully, suddenly aware of the closeness of her body. "I bet you have a lot of girlfriends."
He blushed, taking another long sip to hide his embarrassment. He knew other boys his age had steady girlfriends, some had even lost their cherries, but he - and Mike - didn't. They were both painfully shy with girls their own age and tended to keep to themselves, which was why they had become such good friends.
"Well?" Michelle persisted, wanting to grab his crotch, but holding herself back.
"Uh, no..."
"Don't you like girls?"
He shrugged. "Yeah, sure." He blushed. "I mean, I'm not queer or anything like that. It's just that I've never..."
"You've never been to bed with a girl, is that it?"
He nodded. Oddly enough, despite the probing personal questions, he was feeling very comfortable with Michelle. Maybe it was the wine. It was making him a little dizzy. He suddenly wanted to giggle. He felt very happy.
"You're young," she said, placing her hand on his bare thigh and giving it a gentle squeeze. "You still have plenty of time."
"And and you're very beautiful," he gushed, the wine going to his head.
Michelle's heart began to pound again. This was better than she hoped for! "Well, thank you. I noticed you were staring at my breasts before."
The boy looked at her. "I-I didn't mean to... I mean-"
Michelle laughed. "It's all right," she said, caressing his thigh, feeling him flinch slightly. But he didn't pull away. "I take it as a compliment. Would you like to see my tits?"
Timmy gulped and his stomach turned over, as if someone had just punched him. "You mean it?"
"Sure. Why not?" With that said, she pulled open the upper half of the robe, careful to keep her pussy still concealed, revealing two magnificent tits capped with large, cherry-red nipples, as pointed as two soldiers at attention.
"Gosh," Timmy gasped, eyes wide as saucers. "Are you sure this is okay... I mean, I've never seen... they're so big... so... so beautiful..." His voice was soft, almost reverent, as if admiring the interior of a church.
Michelle took his hand and placed it on her left breast. Goosebumps broke out on Timmy's skin. He cupped her mound, feeling the nipple against his palm. His cock became quickly hard. It pulsated against the front of his cut-offs, aching to be released from its tight confines.
Michelle combed through his thick blond hair and moaned, eyes slightly closed as her nipples rubbed against his fingers. Becoming more daring, she placed her hand on the boy's crotch and gave it a quick squeeze. She felt the prominent outline of his tumescence and a shiver ran up her spine.
"You're very big," she said. My God, she thought. His cock must be nearly ten inches long! Not only that, but it's as thick as my wrist!
"If you keep doing that I'm going to have an accident."
"An accident?" Whatever did he mean?
"I'm going to cum in my pants. I've - I've never felt this excited before. Maybe I better be going. I have my other customers -"
"No. No, please. Just relax for a while. It's still early. KEEP ME COMPANY." Her hand slipped inside his T-shirt to run over his lean young chest. She tweaked his boyish little teats and he moaned, resting his head on her shoulder and continuing to fondle her tits.
She lifted off his T-shirt and he didn't resist.
She turned his head to face her and pressed her lips against his. He was shocked to feel her tongue slipping between his hot, dry lips. His ass rose off the couch for a moment, as if he wanted to run off, but his feet felt firmly cemented to the floor. He couldn't move even if he wanted to.
He was so excited now he could hardly breath. His heart was racing so fast he thought he was going to have a heart attack. Still, he couldn't keep his hands off her tits. He tugged at the cord holding her robe together, his breath coming in harsh pants.
He wanted to see all of her, to comb his fingers through her pubic hairs, to explore what lay between her thighs.
Michelle unsnapped his cut-offs, then slowly pulled down the zipper. She ran her palm over his white cotton briefs, over the clear outline of his enormous peter. She looked down and saw his mushroom-shaped cock head, as well as over an inch of his blood-gorged shaft, was peering up over the elastic waist band of his underpants.
She gasped in pleasure, reaching into his underpants to cup his plump, cum-filled balls. They were hairless and smooth as silk. He had only a small tuft of light brown pubic hair, springy and light like candyfloss.
"Ohhh, Timmy," she groaned. "Timmy... Timmy..."
He lifted up his ass and she pulled down his cut-offs and briefs. His prick truly was enormous. A grown man would give an arm and a leg to have a cock as magnificent and beautifully sculptured as Timmy's.
Michelle ached to feel it driving inside her.
She had never seen a penis so impressive before. She began stroking it, feeling his fingers moving over his belly, then down to what was hidden under the robe. She spread her legs, feeling the moisture coating her inner thighs.
She nearly hit the ceiling when she felt his hand on her wet, sticky muff. He gasped, looking down, trying to catch a glimpse of her cunt. But a feel was good enough for the moment. He felt something stirring in his cock, a pressure which threatened to rip his dickshaft right in half!
"It's going to happen!" he gasped, instinctively humping into the hollow of her fist, which moved quickly up and down his torrid member.
"Let it happen, sweetheart. There's plenty more cum where that comes from."
"I can't help it," he panted, humping furiously. Ohhh, God!"
He arched his back and threw his head back. Gritting his teeth he spluttered, then moaned.
Michelle felt his dong jerk several times and thicken. The ridged shape of his cock rim rubbed against her palm. A few drops of watery fluid emerged from his gaping piss slit. She squeezed his well-hung balls with her free hand, her body twisting slightly in front of his.
He cried out, his ass doing a little dance on the cushion.
A thick, pearly-white glob of jism flew into the air like a rocket, splashing against Michelle's neck and running thickly down over one breast. Another wad followed, this one hitting her right tit. Timmy, his eyes screwed tightly shut, whimpered, then groaned in ecstasy as semen shot boldly out of his erupting member like molten lava from a raging volcano.
He reveled in the sweetest cock-sensations he had ever experienced. It was so much better than when he jacked off himself - a hundred times better! Michelle's fingers seemed to know exactly what to do.
"Jeez!" he cried, panting for breath, a wide grin spreading over his flushed face. The pleasure thrill seemed endless, as if his orgasm was made of numerous parts, one building on the other to form a final burst of ecstasy.
Michelle pumped rapidly, jism oozing thickly over her knuckles. She, too, was panting as if experiencing part of his climax. One hand was still resting on her sprightly cunt bush while he writhed next to her.
When it was over he settled back against the couch and sighed deeply. He swallowed, then opened his eyes. Looking down at himself, jism all over the place, on his body and hers, he blushed furiously, not wanting to meet Michelle's eyes.
"l'm-I'm sorry," he whispered, sounding as if he was going to burst into tears. "I-I didn't mean that. I told you... if you kept doing that... I... told..."
"Timmy, it's all right! Don't be silly. I never thought I could excite someone like I just did you. There's no need to be ashamed of yourself. You're a young boy. You were aroused. You couldn't help yourself."
"Yeah... well ..."
"Like I said, there's more cum where that came from." She let go of his cock, which remained hard as a rock, jerking spasmodically on his belly.
"I want to go now," he said shamefacedly.
No! a voice in Michelle's head screamed. Not now. Not yet! Trying to keep the quavering from her voice, Michelle suggested they both go up to her bedroom. "I'll wipe you off there."
Timmy let himself be led upstairs, all-too-much aware he was completely naked. Once in her room, she went into the adjoining bathroom. After quickly wiping the cooling jism from herself, she returned to the boy, who was sitting despondently on the edge of her large bed - which dominated the entire room - and gently wiped him.
When she was finished she suddenly stood up and let the robe slip from her shoulders. Timmy gasped, looking at her wide-eyed. "I want you to fuck me," she said huskily.
"You-you DO?" Timmy couldn't believe his ears. Nor could he keep his eyes from Michelle's body. Her skin was like ivory, white to the point of being translucent and smooth, her dark bush contrasting excitingly against her pale flesh. The innocent young boy's cock pulsated madly, eager for more of the woman's deft touch.
She sat down beside him and reached out to comb his trembling fingers through her thick thatch of black pubic hairs.
"That's better," she said, reassuring him. She was out of danger now. She had him in her spell once again, where she would keep him from now on.
"I want you so much," he sighed, a dreamy look coming to his eyes. "But I don't know what to do. I've never... you know... done it before."
Michelle smiled gently. "I'll teach you. You'll see how simple it really is. But let's leave the best until last. Lie back and let me do all the work." Her mouth watered. She ran her hand over his chest and belly, then took his member in her hand and began fisting it.
She astonished young Timmy by lowering her mouth over his glans, drilling the tip of her fleshy tongue into his open piss eye to taste his inner muskiness.
"Jeez!" he declared, his mind reeling. No one had ever been so intimate with him, taking his cock into her mouth so matter-of-factly, like she did it every day.
She went down on him, but began gagging after three quarters of his cock was between her lips. It was going to take a little practice before she could accomplish sucking every inch of his enormous dong. But Timmy didn't mind. He looked down, watched as his cock went in and out of Michelle's mouth, his gorged cock shaft glistening with her saliva.
He was thrilled that such a beautiful woman could get such pleasure from sucking his cock. Who, after all, was he? Why was he so special? She could have any man she wanted, yet she wanted to make it with a twelve-year-old boy. Timmy never felt so lucky in his life!.
He thought. I'll show her so much pleasure she won't know what hit her. I'll make her more happy than she's been before!
Michelle ran her tongue around the prominent rim of his dick head, then nibbled at the flab of hanging skin just underneath the cleft. She heard the youngster moan and tried to imagine the way he was feeling. She knew he was completely enamored of her, that he thought himself the lucky one, which indeed he was. But so, Michelle knew, was she. She had never had a boy so sweet, so damn beautiful before!
It was worth all the wait, all the sleepless nights, all the maddening tension for this very moment, she thought, cupping his nuts and feeling their cum-filled weight. She reached underneath his scrotum to caress the line of skin separating his sex from his tight little asshole.
"Ohhh, Michelle," he gasped, grabbing fistfuls of her sheets. "I never felt so good before... your mouth is so hot... your lips are like suction cups over my cock." He knew Mike would never believe him if he told him.
The wet, liquid sounds of her cocksucking filled his ears. Saliva bubbled among his few pubic hairs. She rubbed his balls together, pressing her forefinger between them, making him cry aloud in ecstasy.
He knew it wouldn't be long before he shot his second load. He couldn't wait to feel that almost numbing pleasure crawl up his body.
His huge dong filled her mouth, filled her senses. His dome-shaped dick head rubbed against the very back of her throat, threatening to choke her, but cock sucking wasn't new to her. She knew how to give pleasure.
Her red-hot tongue flicked against the underside of his cock shaft, running up and down it until Timmy couldn't lie still any longer. He writhed, her long black hair spilling in a net over his belly and thighs as she continued to suck.
Although it was cooler in Michelle's bedroom than it was outside, that wasn't saying much. Timmy's body was bathed in sweat. It gleamed as if his skin had been thoroughly rubbed with oil.
He looked down the length of his body, his chest muscles tightening in horizontal ribbons, and watched the woman devour the better part of his thick member. He would see by the intense expression on her face that she was enjoying herself immensely.
She was curled around his body in such a way that he couldn't quite reach her cunt, which he wanted to feel with his fingers. He didn't dare break her exciting suck rhythm. So, he made do with her tits - fondling them and rubbing her pointed red knobs in such a way to make Michelle moan with pleasure.
He ran his hands over her neck and shoulders and back., feeling how soft and warm her skin was. There wasn't a mark on her body; it was flawless.
"Suck it all," he panted his chest heaving. "My cock's on fire! I can feel it burning up!"
She let his dick fall from her lips and fisted it, saliva coating the inside of her right hand. She took first one ball, then the other, into her mouth and sucked on them as if they were candy. The boy was moaning incessantly now, getting closer to that moment of blessed relief.
Michelle could feel his dong thickening in her mouth when she slipped it back into her mouth. She was sucking it fast and furious, her head bobbing up and down so quickly it became a blur. Timmy got dizzy just watching.
To further add to his pleasure, she rubbed her middle finger against his wrinkled red asshole. Timmy nearly hit the ceiling. He never thought his butt hole could be so sensitive, so charged with electricity!
It suddenly dawned on him as she applied pressure with her digit that she was going to insert her finger up his rectum. The idea of that, even more than the anticipation of actually feeling her finger entering him, made him hump like a madman against her mouth.
"Oh, Jesus!" he cried, one arm falling protectively over his eyes. He was almost sobbing now, nearing the peak of pleasure, that instant before his body would be bathed with sweet cock sensations the likes of which he had never before experienced.
He felt her finger slowly disappearing inside his puckered hole. He remembered when as a small child his mother had inserted a thermometer up his ass to take his temperature. Only it hadn't felt anything like this!
"GIVE IT TO MEEE!" he screamed, head thrown back, neck muscles bulging menacingly. "Ohhh, it feels so fucking good now!"
That was the first time she heard the boy curse. She knew by that just how excited he must be. She slammed her finger all the way up his tight rectum, her fingertip pressing right against his sensitive prostate gland . That was all that was needed to bring him over the edge.
He let out a piercing cry, his voice as high as a little girl's, and Michelle's mouth filled with his spicy, viscous sauce. It was the sweetest, freshest-tasting boy-cum she had ever experienced. As soon as she swallowed a mouthful, she was pining for more. And more after that.
Timmy thrashed on the bed, at one point propping himself on both elbows as if trying to sit up, then finding that too much of an effort and falling back on the bed again, arms and legs twitching wildly. His toes wriggled in the air; the bedsheet became hopelessly entangled around him.
"Lord!" he bellowed. "It's TOO GOOD! It's too fucking good! It feels like my balls are burning up. Your mouth is like a blowtorch!"
Her head continued to bob up and down, but slowly now as she enjoyed every drop of his thick jism. Her tongue swept around his glans, scooping up all his cum. It ran up and down the underside of his cockshaft, caressing it as it had never been before.
The pleasure was far more intense than the first orgasm he had experienced by Michelle's pumping fist. There was no comparison. The idea alone of cumming into a woman's mouth was so arousing, it took the boy's breath away. His ass cheeks hollowed out and he continued to fill her mouth with his steaming essence.
"Bitchin good!" he groaned, grimacing as if in pain.
She had milked him completely dry. Even so she gave him several more sucks for good luck, her mouth like a powerful vacuum, sucking up every last drop of jism in his tight young nuts.
She reluctantly let his cock fall from her lips and he sighed deeply.
Michelle ran her tongue over sperm-stained lips. Timmy watched her and knew as of today his life was never going to be the same.
She smiled, savoring the last of his sperm. "You look like a contented cat," she remarked.
He grinned weakly, cupping his aching nuts. "Man, that was something else. I don't think I've ever cum like that before, even when I've jerked off three or four times in a row!"
Michelle thought of all that misspent jism. But that was one other reason why she preferred young boys. They were at the peak of their sexual performance. Cumming several or more times, one right after another, wasn't difficult at all.
Timmy sat up. "Now I want to make you happy," he said earnestly. "What do I do?"
"It's time you had your first taste of pussy," she said, lying back and spreading her legs. Her cunt seemed to wink at him, like a giant bloodshot eye. He peered into her fuck hole and saw how much it resembled a flower, her flesh folds like petals.
His cock twitched as he positioned himself between her legs, his cheek resting on the inside of one thigh. He was very curious, as if her cunt were a new toy. He traced the puffy outline of her twat lips with the tip of one finger, then combed slowly through her thick pubic bush. Each hair was dotted like a curly exclamation point with a drop of her watery essence. She smelled like an exotic flower.
"Is that button inside there your clitoris?" he asked innocently, gingerly sticking his finger inside and reaming underneath it. He giggled, feeling her experienced cunt muscles and membranes covering his digit and rubbing it as if it were a miniature penis. "Feels funny!" he remarked with another chuckle.
Michelle closed her eyes and moaned, squirming with pleasure on the bed.
"Am I doing it right?" he asked.
Michelle looked as if she was in a world of her own. "Yes," she whispered. "Timmy, it feels wonderful. God, how I need this! Yes, to answer your question, that's my clitoris. It's the most sensitive part of a woman's pussy, much more sensitive than the head of your penis. Treat it gently. Stroke it... yes, that's right... mmm... and you'll make me cum many times."
"That's what I want to happen. I want to break a record. I want you to cum so many times you'll be screaming for me to stop!"
"If anyone can do that, Timmy, you can."
And she meant it, too. Judging by the boy's sincerity, his good looks, his magnificent peter, he may well be my best lover yet, Michelle thought, pleasure beginning to well up from deep, deep inside her.
The boy had a natural gift for bringing out sensations she never knew existed inside her before. To probe in such a way as to make her feel she was entering another world, a world where only cunt sensations mattered. Everything else was superfluous.
"Now with your tongue," she said, almost pleading with him.
His mouth watered at the prospect of tasting her succulent vagina. He couldn't wait to tell his friend Mike about this. He could picture the expression on the boy's face.
He pried apart her lips with thumb and forefinger, then jutted out his tongue and ran it over her viscous cunt walls. Michelle watched him from half-closed eyes, a sleepy look of pleasure on her face. She opened her mouth silently when his hot, wet tongue made contact with her swollen nubbin of pleasure. She could feel a spark leave Timmy's tongue-tip and ignite her sensitive button.
"Ohh, Timmy, you're wonderful," she gasped breathlessly, the words tumbling from her lips.
"Keep doing that... darling little boy... what a magical tongue... you're learning fast... you're a natural... an absolute fucking natural!"
Her words excited him. He became more daring now, pressing his lips like suction cups over her twat opening and wriggling his tongue inside her hot confines, repeatedly whipping it against her clit button.
Michelle's cunt filled with love juice. Her cream clogged the youngster's nostrils, making it difficult to breath, but he didn't mind. He was concentrating on one thing, and one thing only - to give Michelle as much pleasure - more, if possible - as she had so effortlessly given him.
His heart burst with the need to make her happy, to make her want to have him return to her house so they could continue making love again and again. Little did he know he had nothing to be concerned about there. Michelle was already looking forward to many lazy summer days of sheer ecstasy in the arms of her manly young lover.
She thanked her stars she had the good fortune to have Timmy as her paperboy. She hadn't met a boy so eager, so willing to do anything to please her. That was the supreme criteria for an expert lover not only to take love but to give it, to become proficient at giving above one's own pleasure.
"I can feel it now," she moaned, the pressure steadily building up inside her. Her cunt tingled as if being pricked by numerous needles. She could feel every sandpaper-like pore of Timmy's caressing tongue as it concentrated on her swollen nubin.
She wrapped her legs around his neck, imprisoning his head between her quivering thighs. She let out a cry and her floodgates opened, sending out a frothy stream of her fuck juice splashing against the youngster's face.
Michelle climaxed, writhing on the bed like a fish out of- water. The pleasure sensation was exquisitely keen. Vibrations spread in ever-widening circles from the center of her cunt, throughout her body.
Now Timmy had two fingers inside her, finger-fucking her cunt as he licked her vulva. He pulled her wiry pubes with his teeth as Michelle groaned passionately. In no time at all the boy's entire hand was sticky with her aromatic sauce. He was now making her cum repeatedly, her body moving in spasmodic jerks, as if she was somehow connected to an electrical outlet.
She loved every blissful moment of it. The way his tongue reamed underneath her clit, giving her maximum stimulation, the quick sharp jabs of his finger, his lips, which were like powerful suction cups over her sex; all these things added up to a perfect formula for unending pussy pleasure.
True to his word, he did eventually have her screaming for him to stop. "It's too good... too much!" she squealed, her body thrashing wildly on the bed. "You're fabulous... I adore you... your lips... your tongue... ohh, God, you... beautiful tongue! But no more... must... stop... STOPPP!"
Still, he continued to manipulate her swollen nubin, really getting into it, completely captivated by the feel and especially the taste of her drooling vagina. The more he slurped down her spicy sauce, the more he loved it and wanted to taste its honeylike quality.
He rubbed his glans against her leg, his piss slit emitting watery pre-cum. After a while, he could no longer ignore the persistant signals from his pulsating cock. He needed the thrill of another orgasm.
He was ready to fuck Michelle.
He stopped eating her out, wiping her jism from is face with the back of her hand. He saw the sleepy yet satisfied look on her face and felt proud of himself. He had accomplished what he had set out to do, and enjoyed every minute of it himself! He beamed at her, then nuzzled like an adoring puppy next to her.
"Oh, Timmy," she sighed, her cheeks glowing. "I never thought a woman could experience such concentrated pleasure. For an inexperienced young boy, you're amazing. You have a knack for giving a woman the pleasure she needs most." Then, after another deep sigh, she added: "I think it's time you lost your cherry."
CHAPTER TWO
Timmy looked apprehensive.
"Are you afraid you won't perform well?" Michelle asked, her finger lightly stroking the boy's thick, virile tumescence as he lay beside her.
"I guess so."
"Well don't be. I like a boy to be a little awkward. After all, it is your first time, and once you start, you'll see how easy it really is. I'll help you. Just relax and enjoy yourself. Don't worry about pleasing me. You seem to have a natural ability to do that, anyway."
Michelle spread her legs and Timmy positioned himself between them. He knelt in front of her, his large young dong arching up from his nearly hairless loins, looking, if possible, even more impressive than before. Michelle couldn't wait to feel it slicing through her cuntal depths, satisfying the seething desire she was now feeling.
She instructed him to lean forward, to hold his dick with one hand and guide it to her heavenly redolent passage. His heart pounded against his chest. His blood boiled. Michelle's glistening red gash never looked more inviting.
"That's it," Michelle reassured him. "You're doing just fine. Now slip it inside me."
She felt his mushroom-shaped dick head, now swollen to nearly three times its normal size, press against her fleshly petals. Already she could tell he was going to fill her as she had never been filled before.
Inch by precious inch he slipped between her puffy cunt lips. She arched her back and he slammed forward, lying on top of her. With one final thrust he sent the remaining thick inches into her.
"Jesus Christ!" she exclaimed. It felt as if a red-hot poker the size of a redwood tree had been jammed between her thighs. She gasped in pleasure, her cunt passage stretching to accommodate Timmy's awesomely large penis.
"Am I hurting you?" he asked.
"God, no. It's just so dam BIG! Lord, you've got some piece, Timmy! I've never felt anything quite like it before. Big isn't even the word. It's absolutely enormous. Gigantic!"
He giggled, licking her pointed tit.
"Now move in and out of me," she instructed. "Careful not to pull out too much, though.
"It feels so tight... so wet... so good!" he declared as he moved his hips, sending his member in and out of her. She could feel his cock massaging her clit button. He felt her expert cunt muscles and membranes covering his dick in a hot, sticky blanket, caressing it lovingly like a hundred tiny, wet hands.
A smile spread across his face. "This is great!"
"Just don't stop," she panted, wrapping her legs around his slim young waist. "Whatever you do, don't stop..."
The pressure built up inside her almost immediately. Her head moved to and fro on the pillow. Her fingernails dug into his soft flanks, then both hands pressed down on his buttocks, encouraging him to enter her to the hilt each time he lunged forward. As she anticipated, he was awkward and he did inadvertantly pull all the way out of her several times, so they had to stop while he fumbled underneath himself and reinserted his dong. He was very apologetic, blushing furiously, but Michelle told him not to worry.
After a while he got the hang of it, changing the tempo of his manly thrust from long languid ones to short but penetrating jabs, giving Michelle the kind of variety she craved most.
Her first climax felt like a tidal wave had been unleashed inside her. She arched her back and threw her head back until her forehead was touching the pillow. A gurgling sound emitted from deep in her throat, then a moan so full of pleasure it thrilled the boy as if he was experiencing an orgasm.
She reached around and gripped his balls, squeezing them, fondling them, feeling the inner sac swimming in the pools of thick boy-cum.
It's even better than I imagined it would be, she thought, the room spinning before her eyes. He's going to make me happy for a long time. Thank God school is over for the summer so we can be together every day!
He became more sure of himself, and more excited as well. He moved like a snake on top of her, his belly rubbing against hers, both their bodies bathed in sweat. He kissed her tits, sucked on her nipples like an infant, his balls slapping time against her rump.
She brought his lips down on hers and they French kissed for many minutes, nostrils flared. She ran her tongue over his teeth and gums, then the inside of his cheeks. His breath tasted sweet and fresh.
"So good," she whispered into his ear, biting the lobe. "So fucking good, my little fuckboy!"
He was too overwhelmed by the whole experience to even speak. I'm fucking! he thought. I'm actually fucking! And not just a girl my own age, but a beautiful older woman!
It's a dream come true!
"HARDER!" Michelle cried, scattering the boy's train of thought. He gave her what she wanted, though, slamming forward with every thick inch of his manly cock. She could feel his in her womb, pounding away deep inside her until she was climbing the walls in ecstasy.
She experienced a chain of orgasms, one right after another, one better than the last. His prick head seemed to be banging against her very backbone each time Timmy surged forward. He was like a ball of uncontrollable energy, writhing atop her, pounding the life out of her until her body was virtually numb with pleasure.
"DO IT TO ME!" she cried, her voice unnaturally high. "Fuck me... again... AGAIN! I want to feel every fucking inch of your magnificent cock! Show me no mercy! Again! AGAIN!"
"I can't keep it much much longer," he gasped, panting for breath, his eyes tearing as drops of sweat rolled into them. She squeezed his waist with her legs, tightening her cunt passage to such an extent Timmy really had to push hard to fill her. The stroking his dick was getting was not to be believed. Michelle was amazed he had kept from cumming this long.
But she knew by the way his cock jerked tremulously inside her that he couldn't keep up his tenacious performance for very much longer. She held onto him for dear life, experienced orgasm after inter intense and long-lasting orgasm until she thought she was going to burst like a water-filled balloon hitting the pavement from a great height.
She humped furiously back at him as he continued plunging down into her, his ass wriggling as it reared up. His hands and lips and tongue were seemingly all over her body at once, kissing and kneading and caressing her flushed akin.
"I'm burning up!" she cried, his balls slapping a rhythmic tempo against her buttocks.
"Any... minute... now..." he panted. "God, OH H H GOD!" He was practically sobbing, the pressure in his cockshaft reaching alarming proportion.
His vision blurred and for a moment he thought he was going blind, but it was only because of his own running sweat. He blinked his eyes, a look of fierce determination on his young, handsome face.
"Here it comes, baby," he said, his voice as tight as a rubber band stretched to the snapping point. "I can feel the cum boiling in my nuts.
Jesus, it's gonna be good... so fucking good!"
"Let me have it," she screamed, moving so much underneath him he was having a hard time just staying on top of her. "I'm ready... now... NOW!"
His cock exploded.
Timmy suddenly fell forward, as if shoved from behind, his cock disappearing to the hilt inside Michelle's tight, hot cunt. He bellowed like an animal in heat, a look of sheer incredulousness in his eyes.
The young boy never imagined pleasure could be this intense, this pleasurable. He shook from head to toe, as if a powerful being was trying to get out of his body. Tears welled in his eyes and he choked back a sob.
Michelle was speechless. Her entire body was being pounded by the fiercest, keenest cunt sensations imaginable. She was transported to another world, another universe. She thought she was going to lose consciousness. She felt Timmy's stiff organ swell inside her, stretching her cuntal passage to its absolute limit, at the same time pressing hard against her swollen nubbin of pleasure until it rang out like a church bell, sending urgent fuck signals radiating up and down her body.
It was a thoroughly unique and very special feeling. It was more than just pleasure. Much more. She looked up at the boy's face and his face glowed as if by an inner light. She knew he was feeling the same as she was, that they were both blessed.
He ejaculated numerous thick, sizzling wads into her, triggering off multiple orgasms. She wanted the pleasure to go on forever, and it felt as it might do just that.
Although the pleasure thrill lasted only a relatively short time, it seemed as if hours had passed before Timmy's body went limp on top of her and he pressed his cheek against her breast, gasping for breath. His chest heaved.
"Are you all right?" she asked, running her fingers through his hair, which was damp with sweat.
"God," he panted. "God... God... God..."
She smiled. He was hers now. After what they had just experienced together she wouldn't have to worry about him returning to her day after day. She had so much yet to teach him, and already she knew he was going to be her star pupil.
He pulled his cock, which was still hard, from her burning cunt and lay on his back beside her. He shook his head and started to giggle. "That was so good," he said, laughing. "I feel as if a great pressure has just been released from inside me. Wow!"
Michelle knew exactly what he meant.
"Is fucking always that good?" he asked, turning to face her, both hands clasped behind his head.
She smiled. "Not always. But it gives you something to strive for."
"Jeez, I thought my cock was going to be ripped right off my body! It was intense!"
Michelle turned over onto her side and they kissed. She felt his gorged member pressing against her thigh, his glans only inches from her bushy twat. He put his hands around her and slipped his tongue between her lips for her to suck.
"Let's do it again," he whispered as she began fisting his member, which was still moist with her juices.
"Do you think you can stand all that pleasure again?"
He chuckled. "If you can, yes."
"This time we'll try something a little different." She got up and straddled his loins, her pussy hovering over him. She reached under herself to grab hold of his pulsating member and hold it upright, just beneath her gaping opening.
She moved slightly and he watched her buxom tits swing to and fro, as if they were hypnotizing him. He still couldn't get over what was happening to him, and how truly beautiful Michelle was. He hoped today wouldn't be the last time they would make love. She had so much to teach him, and he was very eager to learn it all.
He felt her hand on his tool and watched as she lowered herself down, spearing herself with his lusty member. He saw his dick disappear slowly between her thighs. The warm wet embrace of her cunt muscles were both reassuring and arousing. He sighed deeply.
"Ohhh, it's even better this way," she moaned, leaning over so he could play with her pendulous breasts. Her nipples became achingly hard between his probing fingers. Using the heels of both feet as springboards, she rose and fell, rose and fell, slowly at first, enjoying every thick inch of his cock and waiting for the familiar rush of cunt sensations to overwhelm her.
They weren't long in coming.
She began moving up and down faster, her cunt juice running down his shaft and pooling among his silky pubic hairs. She ran her hands over his smooth, pale skin, feeling his burgeoning muscles, his exquisite leanness.
He looked so small, so innocent and fragile. Michelle had a moment of doubt, as to whether it was right to seduce a boy so young, so impressionable. But why not? she thought. I'm opening up a whole new world to him, preparing him for life just as I was prepared at an early age. He's old enough to appreciate it, and he has a natural gift to give pleasure.
Later, he'll be more confident to handle a girl his own age, though I hope that won't be for a while yet. Okay, so I'm selfish. I seduced him not primarily for his benefit, but for mine. Still, he reaps the benefits, too. Every boy should be as fortunate as Timmy, to have a woman as understanding, as passionate as I am. And yes, damn it, as beautiful.
He moaned loudly, interrupting her thoughts.
"Is it good?" she asked, her lower body moving like a jack-in-the-box.
He squirmed with pleasure. "It's the best! Promise me we'll do this again. I want to see you every day!"
Michelle's heart swelled. "Yes, my sweet, of course. I was hoping you would say that. We'll meet every day after your paper route. You can leave me for last. But we'll have to be careful, not to attract attention from the neighbors. But that can all be worked out later The important thing, my pet, is for us to be together, to bring one another as much pleasure as possible!"
Timmy felt much better now that that was settled. He had been worried that this was too good to last, that once Michelle tired of him for the day that would be it between them. Obviously just the opposite was true.
Wait until he told Mike!
He pulled her down by her tits and pressed his lips against hers for a long, passionate French kiss.
"My precious little fuckboy," she whispered, swaying to and fro as her pussy sparked to renewed life. Thrilling pleasure sensations overcame her so quickly she looked surprised. Then she let herself be carried away by them while Timmy's dick penetrated her inner depths again and again.
I could die now, she thought, and my life would be complete.
He humped up at her, bringing her back to reality. She climaxed, throwing her head back and screaming with complete abandon, not caring if anyone heard her. Fortunately no one did.
When Timmy finally came, after first triggering several more orgasms in Michelle, it felt as if his cock was a thick thermometer, and the cum rising to spurt from his glans-opening was like mercury indicating someone had a high fever. Sweat poured from Timmy's body, the musky scent mixing inexorably with the fragrance of the woman's dripping vagina.
He squealed like a little girl, cum overflowing her tight fuck channel and oozing thickly down his shaft, dripping from his tight young balls.
Michelle's legs shook as she rose and freed the boy's dick. It finally started to shrink, as if needing a well-deserved rest to recharge itself.
"It's getting late," Michelle said, gazing at the alarm clock on her bedside table. "Your other customers will be wondering where you are. And since you left your bike parked on my driveway, some of the neighbors might be wondering why you've been with me."
Timmy shrugged. "I can always say I was helping you with something."
"Well, let's try to avoid it coming to that. While we're on the subject of being careful, I want you to promise me give me your word of honor that you won't tell a soul about what happened today. No one must know we're lovers, especially if we're to continue seeing each other."
Timmy looked very disappointed.
"You were going to tell your friends I bet."
He nodded dumbly.
"I'm sorry, sweetheart, but I'm sure if you think about it for a minute you'll see how unwise that would be, even if your friends are trustworthy."
"Well, I was only going to tell my best friend Mike."
She put her hand on his shoulder. "Promise me you won't, Timmy. That's the only way we can continue to meet. In complete secrecy.
His eyes pleaded with her. "But we're not doing anything wrong, are we?"
"No, of course not. It's just that... other people wouldn't understand, if only because of the difference in our ages. You do understand, don't you?"
"I suppose so," he said, sighing with disappointment. "I guess it's a small price to have to pay for all that pleasure." He smiled sheepishly at her.
She hugged him. "That's my boy. I knew you'd understand."
"Boy, my friend Mike would really like to meet you!"
Michelle laughed. "Well, maybe some day he will. But let's not make things too complicated just yet."
"You mean maybe the three of us could -"
"Maybe. But not just yet. I have my hands full with just you!"
They went back downstairs and Michelle put on her terrycloth robe while the boy dressed.
"You could use a shower," Michelle observed. "So can I for that matter. But I don't want you staying too long. We really do have to be careful. Your parents must never suspect we're lovers.. When you come tomorrow, park your bike at the side of the house and come in the back way.
"Can I swim in your pool sometime too?"
"Sure. God knows it's hot enough this time of year. My backyard is well-concealed by trees and shrubs so maybe - no promises yet! - we can go skinnydipping, too."
"You mean without any clothes on? Wow, that would be great. We'll get great suntans too."
"You don't look much like an outdoor boy," Michelle said as he pulled up his underpants and cut-offs. "I bet you like nothing better than to sit in the house and read a good book."
The adolescent young boy grinned. "Yeah, you're right. I can read pretty fast. I like mysteries best. Lots of blood and gore. But I like to swim too. It's just with the paper route and all I haven't had that much time. I've got a lot of houses to deliver to now. A guy just gave me his route so I've got most of the area."
"Well, don't work too hard," Michelle advised. "In this heat you're liable to get sunstroke."
Timmy laughed. "You sound just like my mother!"
They embraced and kissed. "How about if I come by after dinner tonight. We're usually finished eating around six. I'd hate to have to wait until tomorrow..."
"Okay, you're on. But come through the kitchen in back. And remember, mum's the word."
"I promise."
Michelle watched from her living room window as Timmy sped off on his bicycle. Already she was looking forward to that evening.
CHAPTER THREE
Timmy rushed upstairs, past his sister's room on the way to his own. Rock music was blasting. He walked in without knocking and got the surprise of his life. His sweet, teen-aged sister was lying completely naked on her bed, writhing in ecstasy as she repeatedly thrust a battery-operated plastic dildo into her cunt.
Because the music was so loud, she hadn't heard Timmy walking in. And she was so intent on caressing herself, it took several minutes before she realized he was standing there, watching her.
Her eyes nearly popped out of her head. She let out a shriek and quickly pulled the covers up to her neck. Her face turned a beet red and Timmy never saw someone looking so embarrassed. He felt awful. He had no idea she'd been masturbating!
Even so, he had never seen his older sister without clothes on, and he always wondered what she looked like in the nude. Sometimes, at night, he would imagine the two of them in bed together while he jerked off under the covers.
Unlike Michelle, she didn't have much of a figure. She still had her baby fat. Her budding breasts were small and upturned, the nipples, even though pointed, were surprisingly large. She was blond like Timmy, but her pubic bush was fuller than his, her skin equally as pale and smooth. She had the same delicate features, the same look of innocence as Timmy; in fact they were sometimes taken for twins.
"Betty... I'm really sorry," he stammered, blushing. "I I didn't mean to... I mean I did not know..."
"It's okay," she gasped, looking as if she was going to burst into tears. "It's my fault. I should have locked my door.
He turned to leave.
"No, wait!" she said. "I know this is kind of embarrassing for both of us, especially me, but what the hell. So you've seen me without any clothes on. I wish I could say the same of you."
Timmy frowned. What was that supposed to mean?
She giggled. She patted the bed beside her invitingly. "Come sit."
"Don't you want to get dressed?" He could hear the dildo still whirring. She searched for it on the bed. Finding it, she switched it off. "Where did you get that?"
"Michelle lent it to me. She ripped it off from her older sister, who bought another one the next day.
Curious, Timmy sat next to his cute older sister, feeling slightly ill-at-ease. She could be so precocious at times, sometimes giving him lewd looks as if she secretly knew he sometimes imagined he was making love to her. But now he had Michelle to dream about.
"Do you think I'm pretty?" she asked, cocking her head to one side, staring blatantly at his crotch.
"Betty, are you high or something?"
She blushed. "No, I'm just in a funny mood. I didn't expect you to walk in like you did. Knock next time. What would you say if I walked into your room while you were jerking off?"
"Betty!"
"Well? You do jerk off, don't you? All boys do. Well, girls do, too. Sometimes I get so horny, I... I..."
"What?"
"No, nothing."
"Come on, you can tell me. As long as we're being so frank with each other all of a sudden."
"Promise you won't be mad?"
"Sure."
"Well... sometimes... at night... when I play with myself... I think about you... I peeked in your room once when you were undressing to take a shower and I saw your... your thing. Timmy, is every boy's penis as big as yours?"
Timmy blushed and looked away. "I don't know," he said, feeling foolish.
"Timmy...."
He turned to face her and gasped. She had let the blanket fall to her waist, revealing her perky young tits. Taking advantage of his surprise, she grabbed his hand and placed it on her breast.
"Betty ... if Mom walked in and saw us
"She's out shopping. She said she won't be back much before dinner. We're all alone. Tell me, Timmy, do you ever think about me when you masturbate?"
"Sometimes," he admitted reluctantly.
"I guess most brothers and sisters think that way." He took away" his hand, feeling his cock becoming hard, and she placed it back on her tit.
"Will you undress for "me so I can see you naked, too?"
Her request sounded so innocent, even in its frankness, that Timmy hesitated before saying an outright no. "Betty... after all, we are brother and sister..."
"I can see you're getting a hard-on. Those cutoffs are so tight on you. I do excite you, don't I?
Just like you excite me. Please, Timmy, please..." She suddenly threw away the blanket which was covering her, revealing her pale naked body.
Without saying a word he stood up and removed his T-shirt. He couldn't take his eyes off her delicate-looking cunt. Her slit looked so small. Her cunt was probably even tighter than Michelle's. But he-couldn't... they couldn't...
He unbuttoned, then unzipped his cut-offs and pulled them down. Betty could see not only the firm outline of his erect member, but his swollen cockhead peering over the elastic waistband of his white underpants.
"Ohhh, Timmy!" she gasped, feeling the wetness spreading down from her pussy.
Without pausing to think of the consequences, Timmy bent over and pulled down his briefs. When he stood up his young sister saw his magnificent tumescence for the first time. The sheer size of it took her breath away. He saw next to her, his heart pounding. She sat up and reached out to gingerly touch his mushroom-shaped dickhead.
He groaned. "Betty... we shouldn't..."
"It's alright, Timmy. I've dreamed about this moment. I never thought it would happen like this. I never thought it would happen at all!"
"You're really beautiful," he whispered. "I mean, even though you are my sister... you are a cute girl..."
"And you're the most handsome boy I've ever seen, Timmy. I mean that. Even though you're my brother. Can I stroke it? Is it all right with you?"
He leaned over and cupped her tit. She fisted his member, feeling how it filled her hand. His dick was so meaty, so thick and so long!
She spread her legs apart. "Touch my pussy, Timmy. I'm hot for you. I've never felt this hot for any boy before. I've always only wanted you, Timmy. Honest."
Timmy couldn't resist the temptation of running his trembling fingers through his sister's fleecy pubic curls. They were moist and sticky with her love dew.
This is crazy, he thought. What am I doing?
"I've never made love to a boy," Betty said, her voice becoming suddenly husky with emotion. "I know you're a virgin, too. Why don't we make it together. We know each other. We can help each other."
Timmy was just about to tell Michelle, but he stopped himself in time. "Betty... we... can't..." But he felt his resistance slipping. His sister was so pretty, her body so pure. Why shouldn't he take her virginity, even if she was his sister. After all, he had just lost his to an older woman.
"Timmy... please... let me show you how much I want you..." She took his member into her mouth, and he gasped in surprise and delight.
"Ohhh, Betty!" he gasped, heart pounding furiously. He had to give in now. The mouth touched of her wet lips erased all opposition. He lay beside her and slipped his middle finger into her cunt. As he suspected, she was very tight, tighter than Michelle's exquisite pussy.
That cinched it.
He sucked on her nipples, reveling in their soft, rubbery feel as they became thoroughly erect between his lips. Betty tried as hard as she could to take all of him into her mouth.
"It's all right," he said. "I know my cock's big. Don't try to suck it all. Just as much as you can. Ohh, Betty, you're the best sister a guy could ever want!"
She replied by flicking her tongue against the thick underside of his torrid hard-on. His prick filled her mouth. It tasted musky and smelled, oddly enough, like girl-jism, but she thought that was probably because she had been fingering herself before resorting to the dildo.
His balls were like oversized golf balls, completely soft and very warm. They were heavy with cum.
She frequently imagined herself doing similarly intimate things to her young brother's cock she never thought it was this big though! but never did it occur to her that one day her lascivious dreams would become a reality!
He tasted musky and when she drilled her tongue-tip into his gaping piss hole it came back with spicy pre-cum. She rolled the clear liquid around on the end of her tongue, reveling in its delicious taste. Salty, but good!
Betty couldn't wait for him to cum into her mouth, and judging by the way his cock was both expanding and jerking between her lips, that would very soon be happening.
"God, are you sure you've never sucked cock before?" he gasped. "Shit, this is what I call beginner's luck!"
Already the swirling sensations indicating an orgasm wasn't far off were surging inside his cock shaft, making his balls tighten. He never felt quite so excited, even when he was with Michelle. After all, Betty was his own sister!
"Give it to me," he said thickly, a sleepy look of passion coming to his face. He humped into her mouth, feeling the tight suction of her lips over his raging tumescence.
Meanwhile, he fingered her clitoris. It wasn't as prominent as Michelle's but he had no .trouble finding it. Once he did he gave it the reaming of its young life. Young Betty began squirming on the bed, finding it hard to concentrate on what she was doing.
His cock was so big, she wondered if it would even fit in her cunt!
Just then the boy maneuvered himself into a sixty-nine position so he could eat out Betty's succulent cunt while she continued blowing him. Her juice tasted even sweeter, fresher than Michelle's. He wondered what it would be like in bed with them both. Now wouldn't that be something!
He pried apart her cunt petals and dug into her with his flesh tongue, surprising her with his deft, sure strokes.
She quickly came to the conclusion that they were made for each other. So what if they were brother and sister?. Betty was sure they weren't the first to make love to each other. So what if society would frown on it? Why should they give a damn? Just as long as Mom and Dad didn't find out!
Her body bucked against him and she climaxed, her cunt passage filling with aromatic love juice. She shut her eyes and moaned, Timmy's dick in her mouth. She sucked on it for all it was worth now, wanting to return the pleasure he had just given her.
Timmy threw his head back and squealed in ecstasy. An instant later, his older sister's mouth was filled to the brim with his cock's sauce. She felt his nuts tighten. She squeezed them and her brother yelped. His head swooned as intense cock-sensations exploded, bathing his body in blissful sensations.
She sucked his spewing cock, his jism becoming caught between the spaces of her teeth, dripping thickly from the roof of her mouth and oozing down her throat like expensive brandy. She reveled in the taste, wondering when she had last tasted something equally as delicious.
She raked his dick shaft with her teeth, making the boy tremble and experience another pleasure-thrill. She continued sucking his member until it was completely dry of seed.
Only then did she let it slip from her mouth, holding it gently and placing it against his belly as he rolled over on his back.
He licked cunt-juice residue from his lips.
She ran the back of her hand over her sperm-stained lips, then licked her hand like a cat. They grinned at each other and giggled.
"Do you believe we actually did what we did?" he asked, smiling nervously.
Betty stretched, feeling like a million dollars. "Yes, because I never felt so good in my entire life! It's like a dream come true!"
"Do you want to ball?"
"Will it hurt a lot?" she asked, eyeing his massive hard-on.
"I'll try not to make it hurt. Come on, you've got me so hot now I've got to fuck. I want to plug that sweet-looking little pussy of yours."
Betty giggled. "I've never heard you talk like that before. Okay, I just hope you know what you're doing."
"You'll be the first one to know."
She lay back and spread her legs. Her cunt glistened like a jewel. He quickly positioned himself between her splayed legs and guided his prick to her heavenly folds. He could see she was nervous. She was trembling.
"Don't worry," he said. "I'll be gentle. It'll be good for both of us. I promise."
"I trust you."
The first third of his blood-gorged member slipped into her fairly easily. After that it was a struggle. She arched her back and whimpered. She was feeling the same way Michelle had. her young cunt stretching to accommodate Timmy's large dong.
There was some pain, and considerable discomfort at first, but as he carefully eased his cock into her, allowing her fleshy petals to adjust to his lusty staff, she felt that tingling pressure building up. His cock felt so much bigger than the plastic dildo she had been shoving inside herself before Timmy interrupted her. And that had been the biggest thing she had ever inserted inside her twat.
Her floodgates opened, thoroughly lubricating her tight, virgin passage. She squirmed and cried out, but Timmy was patient, despite his mounting excitement. He never thought a cunt could be so damn tight! It made him want to shoot his load right then and there, before he even had all of his cock inside her!
"Ohh, Timmy," she groaned, her head to and fro on the pillow.
"Do you want me to stop?"
"No... no, it's all right. Just let me catch my breath. It's so big... God..."
Finally, however, he was embedded inside her to the hilt. Only his balls remained outside her adolescent slit, and he would have shoved those inside her, too, if it had been possible. But as it stood, he was very satisfied. He liked the comforting tight, hot feel of her vagina. His cock felt completely at home inside her.
By the time he started to slip slowly in and out of her, cunt juice was oozing out of the corners of her twat. She was well-lubricated, which helped ease the initial discomfort.
"It's getting better now, Timmy," she said, wrapping her legs around his slim, young buttocks, pressing down on them. "Much better!"
"You're damn right it is!" he gasped, fucking her at a quicker tempo now. She writhed in ecstasy under the weight of his body, her tits flattening against his chest, her prominent nipples digging like speartips into his pale flesh. She felt his pubes rubbing against hers, scratching her flesh.
Her fingernails raked down his back, leaving in their wake livid red welts, but Timmy didn't seem to mind. He was too intent on performing the mechanics of the sexual act, to impress his sister with his virility. And he was succeeding. She felt something happen deep inside her, something unlike she had ever experienced before.
At first it startled her. Then she was suddenly blanketed in a rush of warmth. Warmth and pleasure. More pleasure than she thought possible to know at one time. She let out a cry of ecstasy, struggling under him as if trying to get away.
"Yes!" she squealed. "Timmy...it's good... sweet Jesus, it's so good, good, good!"
She felt as if she was falling from a great height, her body floating weightlessly in midair. All she could feel was the pounding of her heart and the powerful pounding of her twelve-year-old brother's magnificent cock.
"Fuck me! Fuck me! FUCK ME!"
Their sweat-bathed bodies rubbed together like two sticks trying to create enough friction to burst into flames. Betty alternately squeezed and fondled his well-hung scrotum, and as her excitement grew she rubbed a finger against his wrinkled little asshole, which, for her, was a daring gesture of passion. She never would have thought to stick her finger up his rectum as Michelle had so deftly done.
Even so, he could feel the lustful desire to cum inside the hotbed of her tight pussy welling up inside him. His blood boiled. His head was filled with the feel, taste and smell of her sweating body.
"So fucking tight!" he groaned over and over.
They kissed, the girl's passion coming to the fore. He sucked on her thrusting tongue, tasting her sweet breath, her saliva mingling with his until their mouths positively drooled.
"TIMMY," she moaned, humping up to meet his manly downward thrusts. He knew from the tone of her voice that he was giving her the fucking of her life, even though this was her first time. It would be an experience she would never forget.
But it couldn't go on forever, much as they both wanted it to. Betty climaxed more times than she could count, but once she felt Timmy's cock jerk spasmodically inside her and he quickened his cock rhythm dramatically, huffing and panting for breath, she knew it was his time to ejaculate.
A few moments later, he arched his back until it formed an inverted U, his asscheeks hollowing out, and he let out a loud bellow of pressure. Betty felt his seed spurt hotly inside her cunt, and she closed her eyes and let herself be carried away by the new sensation.
I'm no longer a virgin, she thought. Timmy, my kid brother, is taking my cherry, and neither of us will be quite the same as we were before today.
He whimpered like a lost puppy on top of her, licking and sucking her nipples as his spunk filled her, oozing out of the corners of her young slit. When it was over, he lay still, desperately filling his lungs with much-needed air.
She lay quietly underneath him, even though he now felt heavy on top of her. She ran her fingers through his long blond hair and waited for his chest to stop heaving so quickly.
"That was beautiful," she whispered, kissing his flushed cheek. "Just think. We're no longer virgins. We've taken each other's virginity!"
If only she knew the truth, Timmy mused. He pulled himself up and out of her cunt folds. Betty was surprised to see his dick was still hard as a rock. How many times does he have to cum before his prick finally goes limp? she wondered, smiling to herself.
She was seeing her brother in a new light now. They were seeing each other in a different way, for that matter. They were no longer merely brother and sister. They were lovers. Would people be able to sense that now? Would that fact haunt them as if they had it tattooed across their foreheads?
Betty didn't really care. All she knew was that she was very happy. Happier than she could ever remember being before. She would no longer have to lie in bed masturbating, making love to her own fingers, while dreaming Timmy was lying naked beside her, about to fuck her brains out.
"I could use a shower," Timmy said, idly caressing her right breast with one hand. His fingers felt like bird wings.
"Let's take one together."
"You think we should? I mean, Mom will be back soon."
"Oh, it's not that late yet. We have time."
They stood up and stretched, admiring one another's naked body. Betty couldn't take her eyes from her brother's stiff peter. He didn't _seem to realize it was still erect.
Betty looked at herself in the full-length mirror affixed to the back of the bathroom door, turning this way and that, forcing in her belly, raising up her perky little tits, while . Timmy reached into the glass-encased shower stall to turn on the faucets. He tested the temperature of the water with the palm of his hand, getting it nice and hot but not too hot.
Steam started to rise in the air, clouding the mirror in front of Betty and the one above the sink.
Timmy walked behind his sister and put both arms around her waist, drawing her close to him, his hard dick pressing against the crease of her buttocks. She wriggled her ass, rubbing his schlong against her asshole. Her knees felt suddenly weak. She wondered what it would feel like with his dick plowing deep into her rectum. Was it possible? Or was that something only queers did?
"Even your sweat smells sweet," Timmy whispered.
"I'll take that as a compliment, little brother." Giggling, they both stepped into the stall and stood under the hot water.
" Whew!" Timmy called out, his voice echoing in the stall. "That feels great. I really needed it!"
"Let me wash you first," Betty said, taking the scented bar of soap and getting a thick lather going between her hands.
"I expect you to wash every part of my body," Timmy said, his balls tensing up.
"Oh, don't worry," Betty grinned mischievously. "I intend to do a good job!" She soaped his face while he closed his eyes, giggling softly, then started on his shoulders, arms and chest. Then his back and belly and buttocks.
He stood under the water to clear the soap from his face. He looked down and she was on her knees now, soaping his hairless legs, leaving his cock and balls for last. She paused to kiss his kneecaps, making him laugh.
Then she went to work on his dick.
She fisted it all in her soapy hand, gently massaging it, getting it thoroughly clean. She moved from his cock shaft to his scrotum, squeezing and caressing his balls, then back up to his penis.
After a while Timmy felt his knees beginning to buckle under him, unable to support his weight. He had to lean forward and press one hand flat against the tiled wall for support. He watched the water cascade over his sister's naked body, water dripping off the tips of her breasts, turning her hair into long shiny strings, dotting her pubic bush.
Her fingers rubbed against his arching tool, prodding here and there, the water washing away all the soap. She could feel his cock veins pulsating against her palm. She grabbed his cock and brought it down at an angle so his glans were pointed toward her open mouth.
Then she stroked him vigorously, his sighs and moans sounding unnaturally loud in the confines of the stall. Steam enveloped them both in a mist. The water felt like pinpricks on his belly and nuts.
He had to use both hands to support himself, hunched over, looking down as she fisted his member. He could feel it thicken in her hand, feel his balls tighten.
"Jeez, that feels great," he sighed, mouth stretching with pleasure.
She went down on him, her tongue drilling into his open piss eye. She could feel the inner rumblings, a sure signal that he was about to cum. He didn't bother trying to hold back; he knew she wanted to taste his jism and he was going to give her that opportunity as soon as possible.
Her head went back, her fist continued its frantic up-and-down motion, a tight hold on his cock forcing the exhilarating pressure up his shaft. His legs trembled. He wasn't sure if he could stay upright for much longer.
His dickhead swelled up, becoming a purplish color. It looked like a giant toadstool. Betty kept pumping away, her mouth gaping open, waiting for that first sizzling hot wad of boy-cum.
She didn't have to wait long....
Timmy threw his head back and his face tightened into a mask of pleasure. He made a choking sound at the back of his throat, then his dick exploded in his older sister's hand. She felt a thick wad slap against the back of her throat. Many more followed as the boy clutched the shower spigot to remain standing.
His jism tasted every bit as spicy as she remembered it had last. The more she swallowed, the more she wanted. It oozed smoothly down her throat, spicy and refreshing.
Finally, his gism simply oozed thickly over her knuckles and the water washed it away before she was able to lick it off.
Still, she was satisfied. She stood up and grinned at Timmy. He smiled weakly back. His knees feeling as they were made of rubber. He pressed the girl back against the wall, water splashing over them, and shoved two fingers up her cunt while gripping her buttocks with the other.
To further enhance her growing pleasure, he inserted a middle finger up her bung hole and she nearly hit the ceiling. "TIMMY!" she cried, her eyes wide as saucers.
Then the pleasure began. The only thing after a while that was keeping her upright was her brother's hold on her. She loved the way his fingers slipped in and out of both orifices, like clockwork, one complementing the; other.
She pressed her cheek against his chest, feeling the beating of his heart. Cunt juice seeped down from her tight young slit, coating the inside of her thighs briefly before the water washed it away. She experienced one climax after another until the pleasure was so great she was trembling.
She squealed like a little girl, facial muscles stretched taut.
Only after she begged the boy to stop did he. He pulled his finger from her asshole, and she groaned, feeling as weak as a kitten. When his fingers left her twat. she had to lean against him for support.
"Next we should have a bath together," Timmy joked.
They got out of the shower, their skin wrinkled like prunes, bodies glowing a bright pink. They dried one another then walked naked back into her room. Just then the front door opened and their mother announced she was home.
"I'll go back into my room and change," Timmy said, grabbing his clothes and sprinting down the hall, closing the door behind him. Betty dressed quickly and made her bed, shoving the white plastic dildo under a pile of clothes in a dresser drawer.
"Dinner will be ready in about forty-five minutes," their mother called up. "Hello? Betty? Tim? Are you home?"
"Yeah, Mom," Betty said, walking to the bannister and leaning over.
"Don't, sweetheart, you might fall."
Betty grinned.
"Well, what are you so happy about? And where's your brother?"
"He's dressing. And I'm just in a good mood!"
Her mother laughed and shook her head. "Don't disappear now Your father should be home soon."
Betty walked into Timmy's room. He was clad only in white cotton briefs. The girl felt her pussy creaming again. "Dinner will be ready soon," she said, embracing the boy from behind, both hands around his chest.
"Yeah, I heard." He turned around, and they kissed, loins pressing tightly together.
His cock became quickly erect in his briefs. If things keep up like this, he thought, I won't be able to get it up for Michelle later tonight!
Betty was wearing shorts and a loose-fitting blouse. Timmy reached inside, unclasping her bra. He cupped her breasts and their tongue kisses became more passionate, more demanding.
"Let's fuck again," Betty whispered.
"It's too dangerous, Sis. We can't take the chance, especially with Mom in the house and Dad on his way. If we take chances like that sooner or later we're going to be caught."
Betty pouted. "Well," she said after a pause, "I guess you're right, even though I could lock your door..."
Timmy shook his head. "If mom comes up and finds it locked she'll know something is happening. And what if we take too long to get dressed, or look guilty? She's not stupid."
"Yes, you're right. How about after dinner? We can go somewhere safe."
"Uh, I promised Mike I'd see him tonight. We're going to a movie together."
"Oh. Well, maybe afterward. When mom and dad are asleep."
"That's taking a chance, too. Let's talk about it later. You can wait until tomorrow, can't you?"
"If I have to." She rubbed the front of his underpants, feeling the rigid outline of his member. He almost gave in then, but decided instead to pull gently away so she could reclasp her bra.
A few minutes later, after Timmy had finished dressing, their father arrived home from work. Both children ran down to meet him.
CHAPTER FOUR
The teen-aged boy Michael, Timmy's best friend, wondered why Timmy told his sister they were going out to see a movie together, when, in fact, they had made no plans to do so, nor did they actually see the film
Mike was tempted to ask his friend, but decided Timmy must have a good reason to lie. What was he up to?
Two days had passed since Timmy took his older sister's virginity. Timmy was off on his paper route, with Mike keeping a safe distance behind. He had a funny feeling something was going on he'd be interested in knowing about. Timmy had been acting peculiar lately; they always spent some part of the day together, but suddenly Timmy disappeared for hours at a time, especially after finishing his route. He would return home much later than usual.
Mike knew his friend's route; he sometimes did it for Timmy when the younger boy was sick. Mike noticed right away that Timmy was delivering out of proper sequence. Why?
He ducked behind a tall line of shrubbery separating two front lawns when he saw Timmy ride up a new customer's driveway, get off his bike, and walk it to prop against the side of the house. He then disappeared around the back of the house. After looking around to make sure he wasn't being seen, Mike anxiously followed.
He heard a woman's voice. She and Timmy were out in the kitchen. He couldn't quite make out what they were saying, but he heard their voices fading into the house. He raced around to the other side, which was lined with thick shrubbery, and peered into a partially opened window which looked into the living room.
Mike watched as his friend and probably the most beautiful woman he had ever seen embraced. They kissed passionately. What the hell was going on? Mike wondered. He knew from the way they were kissing (with their tongues!) that the woman wasn't a relative or a close friend of Timmy's family.
Their relationship was obviously more personal. Mysterious even. Mike felt his cock becoming hard in his jeans. He knelt under the window ledge, just the upper part of his head visible. He was prepared to duck out of sight if either Timmy or the woman happened to look his way.
His eyes widened in surprise when he saw Timmy's hand disappear inside the woman's blouse, where he cupped the largest tits the young boy had ever seen. He was mesmerized by the woman's good looks, and by her voluptuous body. He groaned softly when she put her hand on Timmy's crotch and squeezed. Mike's cock became instantly erect, as if she was grabbing his crotch.
They're going to make it together! a voice in Mike's head screamed. That's why he's been acting so funny lately, like he's on cloud nine; he's been balling one of his customers! What would such a beautiful woman want?
He smiled to himself. Maybe, he thought, the same thing she would want from a teen-age innocent kid! He prayed they wouldn't go upstairs. He wanted desperately to see what was going to happen. He realized he was seeing a completely different side of his best friend, one he never thought existed until now.
"Let's go upstairs where we can be more comfortable," Michelle said, zipping and unzipping Timmy's fly. He felt it rubbing against his glans and moaned, giving her right tit a squeeze, her nipple hardening against his palm.
"Why don't we fuck here?" he gasped.
"The couch isn't big enough. Come on, you can make it upstairs."
"Shit!" Mike whispered, hitting his thigh with his fist. His cock was throbbing so hard he wanted desperately to shoot a load. He watched as they walked upstairs together, into the room at the top of the stairs.
"I can't miss this," he said to himself. "No way! Maybe the back door is open..."
It was.
He crept inside, heart pounding. This is crazy, he thought, but I have to do it. He didn't make a sound walking up the carpeted stairs. The woman's bedroom door was closed, but she had a large keyhole. Perfect!
Mike knelt and peered with one eye into the keyhole. They were standing by her bed, Timmy with his back to him. He watched as his best friend began undressing the woman.
"If only you could spend a whole night with me," Michelle sighed, his fingers unbuttoning her blouse. He slipped the blouse off her shoulder and took a large tit in each hand, kneading her rubbery nipples between his fingers. Each time they made love together, it felt like the first time. Timmy thought he would never tire of Michelle.
After all, he had his cute, older sister for variety!
Mike was breathing hard, his heart hammering against his chest. Jesus! he thought.
Jesus, Jesus! He couldn't believe the size of Michelle's magnificent tits. His cock was throbbing. He remembered the handkerchief he always kept in his back pocket.
Michelle recovered the boy's T-shirt and ran her hands over his lean young chest. His boyish little teats hardened to the shape of chocolate kisses. She forced her lips against his, her tongue jamming between his lips.
"Oh, God, how I want you!" she groaned, her pussy juice moistening her pale blue panties.
Her excitement equaled his own. He tugged at her slacks, pulling down the zipper and reaching into her panties to feel her wet cunt. She, meanwhile, had his cut-offs and underpants down to his knees and was busy jerking him off. As always, his tumescence filled her hand as no other penis had.
Mike took his slim young member in hand and stroked it, his jeans and briefs around his knees. His cock, though nearly nine inches long, was much skinnier than Timmy's, the cockhead less pronounced. His balls were nowhere near as impressive.
His pubic hair was a dark brown and his bush was slightly thicker than Timmy's, but otherwise his balls and the rest of his body was just as smooth and hairless. He swam often, so his skin, except for the area around his buttocks and loins, was nicely tanned. He was a very cute young boy, with fine clear skin, his hair cut short, just covering his ears.
He was feeling more charged up now than he had ever been before. His cock felt as big as a house. His handkerchief was spread in front of him, ready to be grabbed and held before his dick to catch all the cum. He hoped to God the woman wouldn't suddenly want to leave her bedroom.
Now both naked, Michelle led Timmy to her bed.
Mike gasped when he saw the size of his younger friend's manly penis. He didn't think a horse had such a huge cock! He looked down at his own and blushed. It looked puny in comparison to Timmy's.
"Let's fuck dog-style," Timmy suggested as they lay on her bed.
Mike took a long look at Michelle's sumptuous body. He wanted more than anything to stick his cock into her juicy-looking cunt hole and run his fingers over her bushy pubes. He moaned softly to himself, still stroking his penis. He had to stop now and then to keep from shooting too quickly. He was so horny, so aroused, he was trembling like a leaf.
He had a good side view of what happened next. It's better than watching a porno movie! he thought, even though he had never seen one. But he jacked off to his older brother's girlie magazines every night. A few times he and Timmy had masturbated together, both of them hungrily eyeing glossy full-page photos of partially or fully nude girls, one more beautiful than the other (but none as stunningly beautiful as Michelle), lying spread out on the floor of Mike's bedroom.
Michelle positioned herself on her hands and knees, legs slightly spread and Timmy knelt behind her, placing both hands on her rump. He fingered her clit to get her passage nice and wet with her sticky juices. Then he guided his pulsating dick with one hand into her tight flesh folds.
Michelle's head sprang back when he suddenly slammed forward, completely embedding his dick into her vagina.
"JESUS!" she cried, eyes rolling in their sockets. She loved it when he rammed into her in one devastating thrust, burying himself to the hilt inside her hot depths. It was then that she fully appreciated the sheer size of his organ.
Mike watched as Timmy's hard, thick cock slipped in and out of Michelle's creaming twat, looking as if it was getting thicker with every forward thrust. He saw the curly dark pubic hairs surrounding her red gash. Timmy held her buttocks slightly apart, so Mike could even see the red puckered asshole, which was opening and closing convulsively as he fucked her.
He leaned forward and played with her tits, his pale young body on top of hers, his slim young ass rotating in slow circles as he slammed forward, sending his dick in a corkscrewing motion into her heavenly flesh folds.
Mike had never seen anything to exciting, so arousing. His cock burned in his fist, as if a match were being held under his nuts. His knees rubbed into the carpet and he swayed to and fro slightly as his tightly encased fist moved languidly up and down his tool. Make it last, he thought. Make it LAST!
He wished he were the one fucking the woman instead of Timmy. Or better still, the three of them together. Then, for good measure, Betty, too. Now wouldn't that be a dream come true? Mike secretly was in love with Timmy's sister. He often thought of her while masturbating at night, even if he was holding up the picture of a mature woman in the buff.
He wondered what Timmy was feeling now. What was it like with your cock slicing through a woman's pussy? Did it feel hot and gooey? Was her cunt holding onto his dick like a sticky hand, or better still caressing it? Mike ached to find out for himself.
One way or another, I'm going to do just that, he decided. Even if I have to threaten to tell Tim's folks, though I'd never really actually do it. Mike chuckled to himself, imagining his friend's parents' faces once they learned their innocent teen-age young son was fucking an older woman. They'd probably both go into cardiac arrest!
It was obvious this was where Timmy was when he told his sister he was going out to the movies. This beats a flick any day!
"Harder!" Michelle moaned, humping back at the boy each time he rammed forward, deeply penetrating her cuntal -folds.
Instead, he pulled out of her completely, his dick dripping cunt sauce. Using her sauce as a lubricant, he suddenly plowed into her puckered red hole. Michelle nearly hit the ceiling. She shot forward like a bullet, and Timmy had to grip her flanks to keep his dick inside her.
"Lord!" she squealed, a wide grin of pleasure appearing on her face.
Mike couldn't believe it. He held the handkerchief out in front of his jerking tool. He knew it would only be a matter of seconds before he came now. He kept his eye pressed against the keyhole. He wasn't going to miss a moment of this!
Only the bottom part of the boy's body moved as he jabbed deep into Michelle's tight, hot bung hole. It was sheer heaven! He fingered her cunt, making her cum repeatedly in no time. She collapsed, her legs giving in from under her, wedging Timmy's hand in her dripping pussy.
"My wonderful little fuckboy!" she cried ecstatically. "I love your beautiful dick! Give it to me... again... again... again!"
Mike couldn't believe his ears. They were going at it like two animals in heat. Timmy shoving every inch of his cock into her rectum, and Michelle humping back at him, writhing in ecstasy. The sheets were now in complete disarray. The sweat was pouring from their bodies. Timmy's nuts slapped loudly against her rump.
"Give it to her!" Mike whispered hoarsely, pumping away on his own stiff tool.
Timmy had practically his whole hand inside Michelle's red-hot cunt, giving her clit the massaging of its life. Michelle was howling like a dog baying at the moon. It was an armed assault against her body, pleasure sensations bombarding her, blanketing her in sheer ecstasy. She came so many times she lost count.
Mike gritted his teeth, his body shaking furiously. He imagined he was the one plugging her ass, not Timmy. Suddenly he was hunched over almost double, the last image of their lovemaking flashing repeatedly before his eyes. Jism overshot the handkerchief and splashed against the bedroom door, oozing thickly down.
He managed to catch the rest of his many wads, his rock exploding again and again,filling his senses with pleasure, sparking off the ends of every nerve in his body.
He heard Timmy cry out once, twice. Then Michelle joined in, their voices keenly expressing the pleasure they were feeling.
Michelle felt the boy's hot seed spurt into her shit passage, filling it to the brim and further lubricating it so that Timmy was sloshing through his own jism as he continued slamming into her.
His fingers were doing wonders inside her cunt, tweaking her sensitive clit button like crazy, bringing her to the threshold of one orgasm after another, then over the threshold into intense cunt sensations.
Mike had never seen his friend filled with such single-minded purpose, with such enthusiasm and excitement. It was clear he was giving the woman incredible pleasure, that he knew exactly what he was doing.
"Ohhh, God in heaven," Michelle cried after he was through, his cock milked completely dry of thick seed.
"I thought I'd give you a little variety," he panted, carefully pulling his dong out of her bung hole with a slight popping sound. Jism dripped from the tip of his penis onto her sheets.
"You certainly succeeded," she panted back, rolling over onto her back, her asshole burning, her cunt throbbing. "When you've caught your breath, go into the bathroom and wash your dick well."
Mike wiped his member and stuffed the wadded-up handkerchief, filled with his spent cum, into his pocket again. He hiked up his underpants and jeans and waited for Tommy to stand up. He wanted to revel in one last long look at Michelle's splendidly naked body.
He raced downstairs when Timmy got up and walked toward the door, his cock still magnificently hard. Mike was almost tempted to go back upstairs once Timmy went back into the woman's bedroom, but now that he had cum and seen what his young friend had been up to the past few days, he didn't want to take any more chances.
Instead, he ran all the way home and locked himself in his own bathroom, to jerk off so many times he couldn't get it up anymore. Only then was he really satisfied.
But he was still determined to lose his virginity to the beautiful woman his young friend was lucky enough to be balling himself.
Timmy returned to Michelle's bedroom, his cock smelling of her perfumed soap. He lay beside her on his bed.
"Doesn't your cock ever get soft?"
He smiled proudly. "Only when I'm not around you," he replied, knowing that wasn't the entire truth. Again he wondered what it would be like balling Michelle and Betty at the same time, the myriad positions they could experience. All that erotic variety!
I'm getting greedy, he thought to himself as he pressed his lips against Michelle's puffy red vulva.
He maneuvered himself around so they could sixty-nine, feasting on each other's sex organ at the same time. He felt his dick sliding between her teeth and moaned ecstatically.
Michelle flicked her tongue against his shaft, then fisted it as she sucked on his plump, cum- filled scrotum. Her tongue trailed further down to his wrinkled little asshole. She surprised him by thrusting her tongue far up his rectum, tasting his musky depths and giving him complete satisfaction.
He reciprocated by tongue slapping her swollen clitoris until it sent out urgent fuck signals and her cunt creamed heavily, filling with her saucy cream. He began slurping, tasting her tangy essence.
The bed springs sounded as they bounced around, writhing like eels.
Once again, Michelle entered a different World, as if her body were being carried heavenward. She reveled in the blissful sensations now overtaking her, rising up like steam from her burning pussy.
Timmy writhed in delight as he felt her tongue slipping in and out of his rectum. She then went back to sucking his torrid shaft, replacing her tongue with a middle finger, the tip of which pressed against his sensitive prostate gland.
Michelle's legs and arms twitched spasmodically as Timmy brought her to another breathtaking climax. Their bodies rubbed together, her tits flattening against his chest, nipples digging into his flesh. She sucked on his tool for all it was worth, saliva bubbling at the corners of her mouth.
"Fuck me!" she suddenly cried. "Fuck me before you shoot your load!" Her cunt was throbbing so incessantly, it begged for the feel of Timmy's enormous member. Mere sucking wasn't good enough, even though her mouth watered in anticipation of tasting all his delicious wads of cum.
Without a word, Timmy spun around and slipped inside her, ready to repeat another virile performance and make her cum innumerable times. She was so wet, he had trouble staying inside her. But she locked her thighs around his waist, her cuntal muscles and membranes pinning his member inside her cunt passage.
He felt her clit button swelling up, flattening against his thick tumescence. His dick shaft slid effortlessly underneath it, giving it maximum stimulation. Michelle began climaxing repeatedly.
Many minutes later - it felt like many hours later - Timmy finally let go and filled her tight, wet passage with viscous jizz wads. His balls battered her rump as he continued letting her have the benefit of his lengthy member. His face tightened into a flushed mask of pleasure. He bit her shoulder, nearly drawing blood, but Michelle only felt the wondrous cunt sensations and nothing else.
Afterward, as they lay peacefully side by side on her bed, Timmy had an overwhelming desire to tell Michelle about his new sexual relationship with Betty, but he wasn't sure how Michelle would take it. Would she be jealous and refuse to see him again? Would she be turned off by the fact he was now balling his own sister?
He decided now wasn't the right moment. He secretly wanted to suggest to Michelle that the three of them get together, so he had her reaction to that proposal to consider, too. And what if she agreed and Betty didn't? It was all too confusing, too complicated. He would know when the time was right, and when that moment of truth came, he was confident everything would work out the way he hoped it would.
Besides, Michelle was feeling horny again. And so was he. That left him more pressing things to think about...
CHAPTER FIVE
"And who the hell are you?" Michelle demanded.
Mike leaped to his feet and spun around, nearly falling over. He looked terrified. He hadn't heard Michelle coming up behind him. He could hardly speak, his heart was pounding so fiercely.
"Well?" Michelle continued, tapping her right foot impatiently. "Why were you looking into my living room window? Are you a peeping torn or something? Or are you casing my house?"
His eyes went wide with alarm. "Gosh, no!"
"I think I better call the police. You can explain it to them."
"No! Please! I can explain." He looked ready to burst into tears.
Michelle felt a sudden onrush of pity for him. Maybe I'm being too rough on him, she thought. After all, he's only a kid... not much older than Timmy. He was probably just fooling around. Then a thought suddenly struck her. She remembered Timmy mentioning his best friend. This slim, brown-haired boy fit his description.
"Is your name Michael?" she asked.
He didn't know what to say. He looked at her, dumbfounded.
"The police will probably ask you more difficult questions," she reminded him sternly.
"Yes!" he blurted out. "I mean, yes, my name is Michael. I didn't mean any harm, honest. I just -"
"You just wanted to watch me undress," Michelle said, pulling her terrycloth robe around her naked body so it covered her completely. "Is that it?"
"No... I mean, I didn't know you were just wearing..." He stopped and blushed with embarrassment. Michelle suppressed a smile. He was really quite a cute young boy. She eyed his crotch, seeing no tell-tale bulge.
All boys can't have cocks as big as Timmy, she thought sadly.
Mike saw where she was looking and remembered what he had seen the previous morning. He blushed even deeper and couldn't meet Michelle's persistent gaze.
"I think you better come inside and explain," she said, taking him by the arm. He didn't resist.
He looked around her living room as if suspecting a monster would jump out at him any moment.
"I should phone your parents, you know,"
Michelle remarked casually.
Mike's heart sank. Was she serious, or was she just teasing him. "No! Please, they'd kill me. I wasn't going to steal anything. Nothing like that. I was just... oh, I'm all mixed up." He covered his face with both hands and started to cry. Michelle realized she had gone too far.
"I'm sorry," she said, putting her arm around his shoulder and drawing him to her breast. "I was only kidding. I won't call your parents. But you did scare the life out of me. When I heard noises at the side of the house- and saw someone's face for a split second by the window it scared the hell out of me."
"I didn't mean to scare you," he sobbed.
"All right," she said, patting him on the head. "Now stop crying. I'm not going to call your parents, or the police, or anyone else. Relax now."
He was very conscious now of the close proximity of her tits. She was wearing perfume. He never smelled anything as wonderful. An electrical charge went down his body, resting in his loins. His cock stiffened in his jeans.
Michelle held him at arm's length while he rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand.
"Here," she said, handing him a clean tissue from her robe pocket. "Use this."
He finished drying his eyes, then blew his nose. He didn't know what to do with the wet tissue, so he stuffed it in his pocket.
"Feeling better now?" she asked.
He managed a shy smile. "Yes, thank you."
"So, Mike, what brings you here?" As if I didn't know, she thought, her heart sinking at the idea that Timmy told his friend all about them after all. She could tell from the uneasy look on his face, however, that he knew something strange was going on.
Timmy couldn't have told him, she said to herself. He simply couldn't have! He wouldn't lie to me.
"Maybe I better just be going..."
"And maybe you better not. I told you I wanted an explanation. Come on, now, it can't be all that bad."
"It's about Timmy."
"I was afraid of that. Go on."
"He delivers your paper every day."
"Yes," she said impatiently. "I know that. Come on, you're beating around the bush. Come out with it, Michael."
The innocent young boy took a deep breath. Them he blurted out: "I saw you and Timmy making out in your bedroom." Right away he knew it was a mistake to say where he had seen them. But where e|se had they been fucking?
"What do you mean in my bedroom? My bedroom is upstairs."
"I know," he said, wincing, as if she was going to hit him. "You see, Timmy told his sister the other day that he and I were supposed to go to a film together that night. When Betty - she's his sister - asked me how the film was, I told her we never made plans to see one. In fact, we'd already seen it together.
"So I became a little suspicious. Why should he lie to Betty? That's not like Timmy. And lately he's been disappearing for hours at a time, especially after his paper route. I decided to follow him yesterday to see where he was going."
"Does his sister know you've been following him?"
"No. Neither does Timmy. I called for him this morning, but he was out. I thought he was here with you. I saw him go into your house yesterday..."
"And?"
"And the back door was open. I went upstairs and peeked into your bedroom keyhole." Mike became nervous now, seeing the look in Michelle's eyes. "I - I saw you two kissing in the living room and something funny was going on. Oh, gee, please I didn't mean anything. I had to look! I'd never felt that excited before."
"What did you see?"
"You mean in your bedroom?"
Michelle nodded.
Mike's heart started to pound. He wanted to run out of her house but he couldn't move.
"I promise I won't say anything to anyone. Honest!"
"What did you see?"
"I saw you and Timmy... fucking. I - I..."
"You what?"
"I was so excited I... jerked off while watching. God, I feel so ashamed."
"All right... don't start crying again."
"I'm really sorry," he said, meaning it.
Michelle exhaled. "So. The question now is, what happens from here?"
"I promise I won't tell. I don't want to get either of you in trouble. I know it was wrongfor me to come into your house like that and spy on you like that, but I was curious. I wanted to see what it was like. Fucking, I mean."
"You're a virgin?"
He nodded, gazing shamefaced down at his sneakers.
"So was Timmy. You know, he wants me to meet you. He wanted you to join us so we could become a threesome."
Mike's head jerked up. "Really?"
"Yes. I think he thought I'd like you. And, in spite of what you've done, I think I do. You're a very cute young boy. Would you like to make love to me?"
"Gosh, yes! Are you serious?"
She pulled open her robe, revealing her large breasts. Her nipples were pointed and they ached for the touch of the boy's fingers.
Mike didn't know what to do. He felt his cock come to life inside his tight, faded bluejeans. He wanted to reach out and grab her tit mounds, but he was too scared. He still wasn't sure if she was serious or not. She decided that for him when she took his hand and placed it on her breast. The boy's blood boiled and his cock pulsated madly, now thoroughly erect.
"Oh God," he whispered, breaking out into a cold sweat.
"Since you already seen my bedroom, why don't we go there now?" Michelle said, her heart fluttering with excitement. Two handsome young virgins in the space of a couple of days, she thought. I've just set myself a record! She was imagining what he looked like naked. He was so lean and tan, a nice contrast to Timmy's pale body.
She took his trembling hand in hers and led him upstairs.
"Are you nervous?" she asked, closing the door behind them.
He gazed at her queen-sized bed and gulped. "Yeah, and who wouldn't be? You're so beautiful... you can have any guy you want... why do you want to make it with guys our age?"
"How old are you?" she asked.
"Why?"
"Well, let's just say boys your age excite me more than any my age. I get satisfaction from being a young boy's first woman. To help him. To reach him. It gives me great pleasure. Especially a boy as cute as you are. There's no need to be nervous. Timmy was nervous too the first time, but now he realizes there was no need to be. He did just fine. And so will you."
"I'm so excited I can shoot in my pants."
Michelle told the boy how Timmy had cum so quickly the first time, and how embarrassed he had been. They both laughed.
"So, you see? Just relax..." She pulled up the boy's T-shirt. "You have such a beautiful tan," she said, running her hands over his skinny Chest and feeling the rapid beating of his heart. "I wish Timmy would get out in the sun more."
"He likes to read a lot," Mike said in a voice husky with desire.
Michelle nodded. "He told me. And you're an outdoors boy?" .
"I like to swim... and play baseball... tennis..."
"I have a pool in back. Maybe later we'll take a swim."
"I don't have my bathing suit."
Michelle smiled. "You won't need it."
He became more daring as the excitement built up inside him. He undid the belt holding together Michelle's robe and it fell open, revealing her dark, bushy triangle of pubic hair. His mouth opened wide. Then he swallowed hard. He combed his fingers through her muff and Michelle's knees turned to water. She unbuttoned, then unzipped his jeans.
Although his cock wasn't as thick as Timmy's - nowhere near it - it was still fairly long, and lean. She slipped her hands inside his briefs to cup his balls. He groaned, his fingers becoming wet with her hot juices.
She pressed her palm over his rigid tumescence, moving it slowly up and down, pressing hard, and he swayed on his feet. He whimpered, then gritted his teeth and ejaculated, cum oozing down his belly and gathering among his pubic hairs. She continued caressing his jerking tool as it emptied inside his underpants.
"Jesus!" he moaned, eyes screwed tightly closed. His legs were wobbling. He had to lean against Michelle for support, tugging on the lapels of her robe. "Man, that was something," he gasped after he had finished. He watched as Michelle pulled out her hand, all gooey with his cream. He blushed and apologized.
"It's all right," she reassured him. "Come into the bathroom and I'll wipe you off."
In the bathroom, he pulled down his jeans and underpants, all sticky with spent boy-jism, and kicked off his sneakers. She gently wiped his peter off. It was still hard. Skinny and hard and pulsating with renewed desire. She wet a corner of the towel and cleaned his springy pubic hairs. His bush was thicker and darker than Timmy's, his balls equally as hairless, the sac was very pronounced and hung low.
"Fell better now?" she asked.
"You're really nice. Yes, much better."
"Good, then we can continue where we left off."
He giggled. "I can see why Timmy is spending so much time with you."
"Oh, you'll see why soon enough, believe me!" . '
They walked back into her bedroom.
Michelle quietly slipped out of her robe and lay on the bed, her legs slightly parted so the young boy could see the glistening redolence of her pussy.
Michelle looked at his cock and her mouth watered. She beckoned him to lie down beside her. She gave him his first French kiss. At first he was too startled by her jutting tongue to respond, but once he felt her fisting his torrid member, he began sucking her tongue and returning her kisses with his.
"I want to blow you," she whispered in his ear. She knew from experience that boldly stating what she had in mind was a surefire turn-on, especially for a boy who had yet to experience sex with a beautiful, voluptuous woman.
He lay back as she slid down and curled her body like a cat around his, her tits close enough for him to touch while she went down on him. She loved the slender feel of his member. She could taste his spent cum.
Mike lifted one breast and cupped his lips over her large, erect nipple. He pressed his loins against her face, feeling his glans rubbing against the roof of her mouth. She had no trouble taking every lean inch of his cock into her mouth, until her lips were kissing his pubic bush.
It felt as if he was in a dream. He half expected to wake up in bed, pajama bottoms sticky with cum, having just experienced a wonderful wet dream. But when he felt Michelle's expert tongue drill into his gaping piss slit, drawing out his warm, watery essence, he knew he wasn't dreaming.
Her body was so soft, so perfectly shaped, that his desire for her increased immeasurably by just looking at her. He caressed her tits, lifting them up and feeling their impressive weight. He had never felt so excited before, so filled with expectation of all the pleasure that was yet ahead of him.
Michelle's mouth was very hot and very wet as her lips massaged his stiff dick. She nibbled at it, flicked her tongue at it, grabbed and squeezed his hairless scrotum until he wanted to cry out in ecstasy.
Mike now knew the true meaning of desire. It made him feel like a man, more mature than his years would indicate. A new world was opening up before him, full of lush sensations and exciting vistas. He felt ,secure with Michelle. Secure and safe. Nothing could hurt him now.
Michelle reveled in the sweet feel of his adolescent cock in her mouth. So what if it wasn't as large as Timmy's? It was still beautiful, still a joy to hold and suck and taste. She felt the boy's fingers on her belly as he ran his tongue in circles over her sensitive nipple.
My pleasure can wait, she thought. It's always better to give the boy complete satisfaction first. Then he'll be mine for good, to do whatever I wish. It's always worked before, and it wilt again now.
The fleshy tip of her tongue ran up and down the soft, yet firm underside of Mike's blood-gorged penis. It was shiny with her hot saliva and thickening in such a way that she knew he would soon be cumming. Now was the time for her not to let up even for a second, to keep her tongue flicking away, her lips moving, intensifying the pressure building up in his shaft.
He squeezed her tits, his fingers digging into her flesh. His breathing became more labored. Her intimate actions were having the desired effect. He was writhing on the bed, unable to keep still, humping blindly into her mouth, feeling her lips skimming wetly over his jerking cock shaft.
Any moment now, Michelle thought, mouth watering, saliva running down Mike's member. Any... moment...
His legs shot forward, toes curled. Then his head was thrown back and he cried out. Michelle was ready when he ejaculated only seconds later. He writhed in ecstasy, a look of supreme pleasure on his cute young face. He humped into Michelle's mouth with quick, sharp jabs, moaning incessantly.
Cock-thrills raced up his shaft like liquid fire. His balls tightened, shooting wad after precious hot wad into his lover's mouth. Michelle swallowed greedily, pining for as much jism as his body could produce.
The pleasure went on and on, seemingly never ending. Mike never thought it was possible to experience such mind-blowing sensations. It was never like this when he jacked off, but he knew his own fist was no substitute for Michelle's expert mouth. Her lips and tongue were doing wonderful things to the manly-young boy's jerking tool. He could only lie back, legs and arms twitching spasmodically, and revel in it all.
When it was over Michelle smacked her lips, savoring the last of his spent jism. She licked his cock clean and placed it gently back against his belly, where it continued to twitch as if trying to shoot out more cum.
"Boy!" Mike exclaimed. "That was great!"
Michelle smiled. "I thought you'd like that."
"Can we fuck now?" he asked eagerly.
A young boy's virility never ceased to amaze Michelle. All her young lovers had been like that. Just as soon as they finished cumming they wanted to cum again. And again. Michelle didn't mind that one bit. It was one good reason, after all, to have a young boy-lover in the first place.
"Yes, my sweet, I think it's about time you lost your cherry." She lay back and spread her legs.
She was surprised to find that the boy's initial shyness had apparently all worn off. He was not the least bit hesitant as Timmy was. He quickly positioned himself between her legs and leaned over, resting on one knee as he guided his dick by hand to her glistening portal of pleasure.
Timmy could still be a bit shy and tentative, but not this boy. He was now ready and anxious to go!
His dick disappeared between her splayed thighs and she moaned, feeling every hard inch. Not as long or as thick as Timmy's, but good enough. Michelle knew from now on she would be comparing future boys' cocks to Timmy's. She doubted she would ever find a youngster with a dick any bigger, or even as big.
He was buried inside her to the hilt, lying on top of her. She brought his lips down on hers and they tongue-kissed passionately. She wrapped her legs around his slim young ass, pinning his stiff member deep inside her, her viscous cunt muscles caressing it for all it was worth.
"Feels so good!" Mike exclaimed with a grin. "I never thought it would be this good!"
"Now fuck me, my sweet. Move your darling cock in and out of my pussy and make me cum again and again."
"Yes," he breathed. "I want to do just that. I want you to cum so many times you'll lose count!"
Those were the words she wanted to hear.
"So tight," he gasped, his ass rearing up, then plunging down. He soon made the same mistake Timmy made, and many of her adolescent lovers before him pulling his dick too far out so they had to pause while he reinserted it back into Michelle"s steaming pussy.
But she didn't mind. She liked a little awkwardness in every lover. It was all part of the fun, the excitement. It wouldn't be quite the same without it, which was one reason she preferred inexperienced boys to mature adult lovers. The sex act with a man her own age tended to be too mechanical, too predictable, even if she was forced to cum many times. It just wasn't the same. The sheer intensity wasn't there.
But it certainly was now. She could see the boy was eager to please her he was fitting into the same, exciting pattern. She could feel his skinny cock shaft massaging her clit button, giving it the kind of stimulation it required for Michelle to keep reaching one breathless orgasm after another.
"GIVE IT TO ME!" she cried. "Don't be bashful... I want to feel every hard inch of your glorious fuck tool!"
Her words excited the boy. He had never heard anyone let alone a woman talk so explicitly, letting him know in no uncertain terms exactly what she wanted. And he was more than willing to give it, and more, to her.
He plowed into her, slicing effortlessly through her inner cuntal depths.
"That's it, my precious! Just like that. Really let me have it, as hard as you can!"
He kissed her flushed cheeks, her neck and shoulders, then moved down to her quivering tits. She rejoiced in the feel of his tongue over her nipples, sending out little sparks which added immeasurably to her growing pleasure.
He plunged unerringly into her again and again, his buttocks tightening. She reached her first climax, and it was every bit as enjoyable as she knew it would be. She howled in ecstasy, letting the boy know how successful his cock strokes were.
Mike grinned proudly, shoving his jerking tool so deep inside her only his balls remained outside her oozing red slit. His pubes meshed against hers, scratching his skin. His nuts slapped repeatedly against her ass as she arched her back and climaxed a second time.
After that the orgasms were fast and furious.
The bedsprings squealed in protest as he humped her, her ass digging into the mattress. He was so excited now, had such a fierce look of determination on his face, Michelle wondered if he would ever cum. He looked as if he could continue fucking her forever!
But as he sped up his penetrating cock thrust she sensed his impending orgasm actually wasn't that far off. She was amazed he had held up this long. She kept cumming, one climax better than the last, her lower body starting to go numb.
Still she cried: "Give it to me, baby! Again! AGAIN! Fuck meee!"
"Can't for much longer," he gasped between manly thrusts. "It's just too good. I can feel my nuts tightening! I think my dick is going to shoot off into your cunt! Je-sus, it's so fucking tight. And hot! Hot as hell!"
"Just another few minutes," she gasped. "I can feel it now... I'm almost there... another few minutes... that's all..."
He concentrated hard not to cum but it was a losing battle. He could feel the pulse in his temple. His body tensed like a spring about to snap. He made funny noises at the back of his throat.
Then the youngster arched his back, throwing his head back and screaming in ecstasy. The sheer force of his ejaculation threw him forward, nearly suffocating Michelle. He bit into her shoulder, eyes screwed tightly shut, grimacing as if in pain.
That triggered in her another blinding orgasm and together they thrilled to exhilarating mutual cums.
He continued pumping mightily into her, only his lower body moving, sending wad after sizzling hot wad of his precious cum sauce into her heavenly flesh folds. The pleasure, for them both, was beyond description. It could only be experienced.
"Ohhh, Jesus," Mike sighed, his body becoming as limp as a wet rag on top of her. He climbed off her, still breathing hard, and collapsed by her side. His dick had gone limp. Because that Michelle knew he had experienced something really special, really intense.
And she felt the same way. Her cunt burned, awash with his thick semen which crawled like an insect out of the corners of her twat, mixed with her own watery fluid.
All in all, she thought, grinning to herself, it had been worth the effort! Thank God for Mike's curiosity, which made him follow Timmy to my bedroom, and eventually brought him into my arms. And my cunt! Michelle rubbed her pussy, her body pink with the afterglow of satisfying lovemaking.
They were both dripping wet with sweat. It had suddenly become very hot in her room. She got up and opened the window near her bed, which otherwise she kept closed, even if it was a humid day as it was today, because she was afraid a neighbor might- hear the sometimes loud sounds of her lovemaking with Timmy. And now with Mike. And soon with them both!
"'Do you feel like that swim now?" she asked.
He smiled, rejoicing in the fact he was no longer a virgin. "Is fucking always that good?"
Michelle chuckled, remembering Timmy asking that. "We can try to make it that good. Even better."
"Better? Whew! I don't think that's possible. When I came it felt like my cock was being ripped from my body. I never felt anything like it before!"
Michelle laughed and playfully poked him in the ribs.
He sat up. "Was it good for you, too?"
"It sure as hell was! For the first time, you did beautifully!"
He grinned proudly. "How many times did you cum?"
"Who knows? Hundreds!"
They laughed. "Okay," he said, "let's go for a swim. But is it safe? I mean without any clothes on?"
"Take a look outside," she said, nodding to the window overlooking her spacious backyard. Mike saw it was remarkably well protected by thick, tall shrubs.
"Great! Boy, you must have a lot of money. I mean, with a house this big and all that property."
"Let's just say I have a steady income. I'm fairly well off."
"What do you do?"
Michelle laughed. "I don't work, if that's what you mean. My late husband, who was very wealthy, left me money in his will. A fair amount of money I might add."
"You were married?" Mike couldn't believe it. She looked so young, more like an older sister.
"Yes," she smiled. "I married when I was quite young. Bill had cancer, though neither of us knew it at the time; of course. The full force of it hit him just before we celebrated our fourth wedding anniversary. By then it was inoperable. It was very... sad. I loved him very much, but I'm over it now. It took a while. I was a wreck for a long time afterward."
Adolescent boy lovers have always been an easy solace for me. Now I can't live without them. If only you knew, Mike, how much you and Timmy mean to me. So handsome, so wilting to make me happy...
"Don't look so sad," he said, kissing her.
"I think wistful is the more appropriate word," she said, sighing. "But you're right. Now that I have you there's no need to be sad. Now let's go out for that swim!"
They both sprang out of her rumpled bed and raced downstairs. They squinted against the bright glare of the sun. The sky was a clear blue, completely cloudless as far as the eye could see.
"Boy, I feel great!" he said, jumping up and down, his balls swinging to and fro. Michelle felt her cunt creaming again. "Last one in is a rotten egg!" He took a quick look around to make sure they were as well concealed as it appeared they would be when he looked out her bedroom window. And clearly they were. He dove off the springboard and into the water, shattering its stillness.
Michelle watched him swim gracefully underwater for a few moments before diving in herself. She enjoyed the cool, bracing water. It was never much fun swimming alone, but with Mike it was.
He swam under her legs, playfully tugging at her bushy pubes and her tits. She stroked his limp member, his scrotum, his thighs. They splashed water in each other's face. Wrestled playfully. They stayed in the water until their lips turned blue and their teeth chattered.
Michelle squeezed the water from her long black hair and took a beach towel from the dressing cabin near the pool. She spread the towel on the lawn and they lay on their backs, their wet bodies drying quickly in the sun.
"Careful," he warned, running his finger down her pale thighs. "You'll burn."
"It's all right. I usually don't burn. It's just that I haven't been out in the sun much." She explained how she moved from the large estate she and her husband had owned.
"This place is pretty big, too," Mike pointed out.
"I know, but not half as big as the other house. I've grown used to having a lot of space around me and this is more than enough for me. The estate was just too big."
"Have you sold it?"
"Not yet, though I probably will. I have friends living there now, watching over everything."
"Did you have servants?"
"Oh, sure. Horses, too. The whole works. My husband's parents were very wealthy, too. They actually owned and bred racehorses."
"Boy. You really must have a lot of money."
"I'm well off, that's for sure. I never have to work a day in my life. I live mostly on the interest from several bank accounts. Stock dividends. That sort of thing. I don't like to talk about it much because my parents, who died when I was only a bit older t han you, always had a hard time of it, so I'm always aware of how lucky I've been. A little guilty about it, too."
"But the money's yours."
"True. I just don't like to think about it too often. It's easier to take it for granted. That's a bad habit too, but the lesser of two evils I suppose."
She drew the boy into her arms and they kissed. She felt his cock stiffen against her inner thigh, his glans only inches from her furry box.
"All the money in the world wouldn't make me feel as good as you and Timmy have."
"Really? Why don't we all make it together. Like an orgy!"
Michelle laughed. "I've been thinking the same thing. And so has Timmy. He was the first one to hint at it. It'll be a first for me. I've never made love to more than one boy at a time."
"Have you had a lot of lovers?"
"Yes. As much as our marriage could stand. My late husband and I had a very... how shall I put it? A very casual relationship in some ways. Neither of us minded if the other had a lover or two. Or three. Or four! He actually preferred older women. I was always turned on by young boys, ever since I was in my early teens and made it with my young cousin."
"Tell me about it."
"Well, there's not that much to tell actually. I was staying with his parents in upstate New
York. They owned a farm there. We were always kidding around, my cousin Phil and I, poking each other, playing tricks on each other, joking. Then one rainy afternoon it suddenly became very serious." Michelle paused, looking deep in thought.
"Come on!" Mike said impatiently. "Don't stop now!"
"Well, there was a hayloft. We used to climb an old wooden ladder to the rafters above, then jump down onto the large piles of hay. They were so deep we never got hurt, though God knows I would never try it again now. Anyway, his parents were off shopping in town, said they would be away for most of the afternoon, and we were both left alone. It started to rain while we were fooling around in the barn, so we decided to stay inside, even though the house was only a short distance away.
"We started to wrestle in the hay after God knows how many jumps. We were both dressed in jeans and T-shirts and sneakers. He started to tickle me. I was giggling like crazy. Then his hand - accidentally, I think slipped inside my T-shirt. I wasn't wearing a bra and my tits were pretty big then, as you can imagine. He got a handful, two handfuls, actually, and started to squeeze my breasts until my nipples became hard and very sensitive.
"I moaned. I was a virgin. So was he. We both realized what was going to happen, and neither of us wanted to stop it from happening. He pressed his lips to my tits and became all excited, I could feel his cock becoming hard as he rubbed it against my thigh.
"We quickly undressed each other, and he started kissing me all over, even my cunt. Then he forced my legs apart, and before I knew what hit me, his cock was deep inside me. He was like a wild animal in heat. I'd never seen him like that.
"I had already broken my hymen, having recently started masturbating regularly, so there wasn't any blood, even though he was really ramming his cock into me. He came very quickly, before I was able to, and he lay on top of me, panting, telling me how good it had felt.
"I started to cry. It all seemed so dirty somehow. Then, he entered me again and eventually I came. It was my first real orgasm. He stayed hard inside me for a long time without cumming. I came a few times. Then he couldn't hold it back any longer, and I felt him ejaculating again, filling me with his sperm. It was a weird, wonderful feeling. I clutched him tightly to me, feeling him shake as his cock jerks inside me. He moaned and moaned and moaned.
"Then we fucked a third time, and I came even more times. It seemed like hours before he finally climaxed again. After that we took a break. I fisted his member until it was good and hard again and he pushed down on my head and told me to suck it. He begged me to go down on him. And I did.
"He felt all rubbery and I tasted his spent cum and my own cunt juice. But I loved it. Every moment of it. I swirled my tongue around his dick shaft, sucked his balls, drilled into his piss hole. When he came, quickly again, his spicy hot jism tasted delicious. He pounded into my mouth so hard I nearly choked. His cock wasn't that big, so I was able to suck all of it without much trouble."
"Then what?" Mike asked, his cock pulsating with desire.
"Then he ate me out, his tongue flicking against my clit button. I came so many times I got dizzy. I remember his mouth was all sticky and wet with my cunt juice. But he slurped it up like it was going out of style.
"It was still raining out hard. We climbed the ladder to jump naked, then rolled around the hay some more, getting horny. He fucked me again. And again after that. He was quite a little stud."
"Did you get pregnant?"
"No. Amazingly not. I was very lucky. Very lucky indeed. Neither of us knew about rubbers or diaphragms or anything like that. We were too young to get them even if we knew whereto go. I really was very lucky, because our fucking didn't stop there."
"No?"
Michelle shook her head. "We'd go out into the woods to a place Phil knew, and continue our lovemaking there. Only for another day or two. After that it was time for me to go back home. It's just as well what happened happened toward the end of my stay, otherwise I would have gotten pregnant for sure."
"Did you ever see him again?"
"Phil? Yeah. But by then he had a steady girlfriend. We never fucked again. He turned out to be a quite a precocious little guy. I imagine he knocked up more than one innocent young girl before he married."
Michelle, without another word, straddled Mike's loins and he guided his member into her hovering snatch. He tried to picture her as a young girl his own age, with big tits, humping away with her cousin Phil on the hay. It was ironic that she was now fucking someone the same age as her first lover and getting just as much, if not more, pleasure from it!
He nuzzled her nipple with his teeth, grinding into her rubberlike knob until she was half out of her mind with pleasure.
"So good!" she groaned. "So fucking good with you, Mike!"
When the youngster finally climaxed, Michelle was ready to collapse. While he was still cumming inside her, she leaned back, and Mike sprang forward so that their position was changed; he was now on top of her, thrusting powerfully into her oozing twat to finish his orgasm.
Their sweating bodies gleamed in the sunlight as they panted for breath.
Afterward, they went for another swim. Michelle knew if she kept this up for the next few days swimming and making love in the open she too would be just as brown as young Michael.
She was looking forward to that.
CHAPTER SIX
"You're kidding!"
"No! It happened just like I told you."
Timmy and Mike were sitting in Timmy's room, listening to music. Mike was recounting all that had transpired between him and Michelle earlier that day.
"The only reason I went to her place," Mike explained, "was because Betty said you were out. She didn't know where, so I assumed you were back at Michelle's house. I nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard her voice behind me!"
"Mom asked me to pick up a few things at the store while she went out to play bridge with her friends. She also reminded me I promised Dad I'd clean out the garage, so I thought I'd get that out of the way, too, so he wouldn't be mad at me. It should have been cleaned out days ago."
"Well, anyway, things worked out okay. She wants us to make a threesome."
"Great! I was thinking the same thing. After all, what are friends for?" They both laughed.
"I told her I'd meet you there after your route."
"Yeah, I'm late already. Help me with it, and we'll get it done much .quicker."
"Sure,'' Mike agreed. They ran down into the garage and evenly divided up the stacks of papers.
"So tell me," Timmy said as he started stuffing the papers in the double basket on either side of the back wheel of his bicycle. "How was it?"
A dreamy, faraway look came to Mike's eyes. His face brightened. "It was incredible!
Timmy blushed. "Yeah, we've tried everything. I feel like a completely different person now. So much has happened in only a few days!"
"I know what you mean. But the fun's only beginning!" Mike then hesitated a moment before saying: "You've really got some cock. I've never seen one so big. Wish mine was that big."
Timmy blushed even deeper. Mike gave him a playful hit on the shoulder, then a bear hug. "It's really gonna be great with us in the same bed with her. She'll have more than she can handle!"
They finished packing the newspapers and raced off down the street, intending to leave Michelle's house for last. Finally they got to her, having finished the route in record time.
Michelle was waiting by the living room window, clad in a tight-fitting bikini which did little to conceal her enormous breasts. She had already had a swim, lying out in the sun afterward to dry, though her hair was still damp. She walked out back to meet the boys as they propped their bikes against the side of her house, out of view.
They ran into her open arms, kissing and hugging her.
"So you finally got your wish," she said to Timmy. "Now we're a threesome."
"I told you you'd like Mike."
"You were absolutely right. He's a doll. You're both living dolls!"
The boys hungrily eyed her tits, which were straining against her bikini bra cups, the nipples looking as if they would rip right through the fabric at any moment.
"Can we go for a swim later?" Timmy asked.
"Sure. It's so damn hot again today, I just took a quick dip. I forgot I had this old bikini. I wanted to see if it still fit me."
"I think you'd look better with it off," Mike remarked.
Michelle laughed. "I had a feeling you'd say something like that. Shall we go upstairs? We might as well start enjoying the day."
As they walked into Michelle's house, Timmy said to Mike: "Oh, I asked Mom if it would be okay if you spent the night with us sometime this week, and she said it would be."
"Great. How about tomorrow night? There's a double horror bill on TV at midnight."
"It's a deal. Betty will be scared out of her wits!"
Mike thought of the sweet and enticing girl and sighed. Now if she was here now, it would be absolutely perfect... He felt his cock stiffening as he thought of her perky little breasts, her pale, smooth skin, her cute face.
Without a word, Michelle started to undress Mike. Timmy unsnapped her bra clasp, then tugged down her briefs, running his hands down her back, over her buttocks. His cock pulsated with desire. He slipped out of his T-shirt while Michelle unzipped Mike's jeans.
Mike stood by her side, bare chested, waiting for her to finish. Soon his friend's jeans and underpants were down to his ankles. He stepped out of them.
Mike's cock was stiff and slender and pale, a sharp contrast to his deeply tanned skin. The area around his buttocks and loins was slightly sunburned from his swim with Michelle, and their lovemaking by the pool afterward..
Mike sat on the bed and watched as Michelle undressed the innocent young boy. Mike was getting very horny. He started to stroke his hard member as she tugged down Timmy's cut-offs and white cotton briefs. Timmy's tumescence was already drooling watery pre-cum.
Now that Mike was seeing his friend's cock close up, he gasped, eyes wide. It looked even bigger than when he had first seen it through the keyhole. He watched as Michelle caressed it lovingly.
Then they joined Mike on the bed, Michelle sandwiched by the two adolescent boys.
She could feel the excitement and anticipation surging through her like an electric current. Her heart was racing. Her blood was boiling.
"What'll we do first?" Timmy asked eagerly.
"Let's improvise," Michelle said, stroking his penis. "Every man for himself!"
Mike took one look at her ass as she turned to kiss Timmy and he knew where his hard young cock was going to end up.
Michelle went down on Timmy, his glans rubbing against the roof of her mouth as it went deeper and deeper into her throat. Her lips kissed his pubic hairs and he arched his back, moaning in pleasure. Her lips never felt hotter. The suction immediately started, building up the tantalizing pressure inside his tremulous cock shaft.
Mike reached around and jammed several fingers into her cunt, then rubbed the sticky fluid over his rock-hard Tumescence. He watched her thighs quiver. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Timmy's hands on her tits.
Then the boy's eyes met and they smiled, as if to say, Can you believe this is actually happening?
Michelle's eyes rolled back in their sockets each time Mike shoved his digits into her oozing fuck box. He reamed her clit, feeling her juice dripping on his fingers. Her fragrance filled the air as he rubbed his dick, making it glisten with her sauce.
She licked Timmy's pale young peter, then his balls, then drilled her tonguetip into his belly, her hand making a fist over his pecker. He humped into the hollow of her fist, their legs pressing tighter together, bodies starting to sweat. The feel of his moist, hot flesh against hers greatly comforted Michelle. And aroused her to a feverish pitch.
Her tongue trailed upward, pausing to flick over his taut little breasts. She sucked on them while he pressed his hand against the back of her head and squirmed in pleasure.
"Here goes," Mike whispered, prying apart her ass cheeks and pressing his dick head against her puckered red anal opening.
Stick it deep inside my ass, Michelle thought. Your dick is much slimmer than Timmy's, so it should be easier to insert. She smiled to herself, remembering all the trouble Timmy had butt-fucking her for the first time. But it had been well worth all the trouble!
Mike hooked one leg over hers, forcing his cock into her small opening. He felt it giving way immediately and he smiled. His cock pulsated madly in his hand as he fed it into her asshole and watched it disappear between her trembling cheeks inch by slim inch.
"That's it," he whispered, gasping with pleasure as her anal muscles took over and pulled his member in as if very anxious to begin their full-scale caressing. "This is going to be good," he groaned. "I can feel it already!"
Michelle went back to sucking Timmy's mighty dong, reveling in the feel of the other boy's cock slowly entering her, filling her, triggering off an exhilarating sense of pressure inside her shit passage.
"Ohhh, yes!" Michelle groaned, her words inaudible because of Timmy's dick in her mouth. She arched her back and her nipples tightened. Timmy started to suck on one, and she nearly hit the ceiling.
Mike gave one final shove forward and he was all the way inside her ass channel. Now her natural ass secretions began to flow, aiding the in-and-out motion of his tumescent cock.
Timmy smiled when he saw the expression of sheer ecstasy on his older friend's face. He had never seen Mike so happy! Then he took one look at Michelle's creaming slit and suddenly having his cock sucked wasn't enough. He wanted to fuck her, so that both her orifices would be filled with boy-cocks.
He let Michelle continue to suck his member with avid enthusiasm while Mike got the hang of cornholing. Then the eager adolescent youngster gently forced Michelle's mouth away from his saliva-wet cock and slid down to position himself while she remained lying on her side.
Mike knew right away what Timmy was up to. He hooked his arms around Michelle's belly, then unhooked his one leg from around her thighs to give Timmy room to slip into her. The boys were facing each other, with Michelle's naked body between them.
"Welcome to the club," Mike said proudly, his lower body moving gracefully, sending his thin member in and out of Michelle's oozing bung hole.
Timmy slipped between the woman's legs, forcing her twat apart with one hand. Then he moved up, holding his dick rigid and letting it slide right into her gash. She sighed, running the fingers of one hand through Timmy's thick mop of curly blond hair.
She looked down and saw one boy, lean to the point of being skinny, with pale, smooth skin and the face of an angel, and the other youngster, equally as slender, his body beautifully tanned by the hot summer sun, both with their cocks inside her, plowing away.
It was breathtaking pleasure, what with one boy-member in her tight, moist asshole and the other (larger) dick slicing effortlessly through her tight, dripping vagina. Her clit button screamed in ecstasy, sending out blissful sensations that radiated like pure energy throughout her entire body.
Michelle started to cum. Not once. Not twice, or three or four times, but over and over again, a seemingly endless chain of intense, long-lasting orgasms. The pleasure in her cunt merged with that blossoming in her ass, which was getting the pounding of its life, to create one stupendous fuck sensations which threatened to rip her body right in half!
"Fuck me! Fuck me! FUCK ME!" she shouted.
"So good... so fucking GOOD!" Mike cried.
"I'm going to cum any minute, too," Timmy squealed, face tightening. "Are you ready, Michelle? Ready for all that jism? More than you've ever felt shooting into at one time before!"
True to his word, he lurched forward, screaming in ecstasy. "JESUS!"
Michelle came the instant he ejaculated and his sizzling hot seed started to fill her cunt to the brim. It even oozed out of her until his cock made a liquid slapping noise each time he plowed into her tight, redolent depths.
Mike was soon to follow, arching his back and letting go inside her wet ass passage. He felt her anal muscles pulling and tugging on his sensitive dick, giving it the massage of its life.
When it was over, Michelle told Mike to wash his cock thoroughly. This gave her time to continue where she had left off before Timmy decided he wanted to fuck her instead. Now he was ready to have his schlong sucked.
Timmy contented himself with her tits while Mike boldly entered her cunt, embedding his stiff prick between her thighs to ream continuously against her swollen clit button. Waves of pleasure washed over her.
Mike came first, after first triggering off an impressive number of female orgasms. Timmy gave Michelle the delicious benefit of his spicy fuck sauce. She sucked avidly while her body jerked and twitched with Mike's cock erupting inside her again and again.
They changed positions quickly, as if the boys were reaching for a cum record. Timmy spread her legs and started eating her cunt while she jerked him off. Mike, meanwhile, straddled her face and slipped his hard young dick between her hot, wet lips.
Michelle never felt so content before!
Before she knew it, Mike's thick ribbons of cum were sloshing around inside her mouth, shooting forcefully against her gums, her teeth, the roof of her mouth. Michelle didn't miss swallowing a single drop!
Delicious! a voice in her head cried joyously. I could drink boy-cum all day long and still want more!
Timmy's tongue, now quite expert at giving Michelle the exact kind of pleasure she required, triggered off a bevy of orgasms as it flicked and whipped and swooped over her sensitive clit button.
When finally the boys took a breather, it was a well-deserved one.
"This is better than I thought it'd be!" Timmy exclaimed.
"It sure as hell is!" Mike piped in, wiping the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. He lay with his head cradled between Michelle's magnificent breasts. She languidly twirled his hair around her fingers. "Boy, if our parents ever found out what we were doing, they'd kill us!"
"Well, they never will find out, will they?" Timmy said, running his tongue amongst her glistening cunt hairs.
I certainly hope not, Michelle thought. Not for all our sakes!
She pressed Timmy back on the bed and straddled his thick member. He gasped with pleasure when he felt her hand gripping his pulsating tool and guiding it directly underneath her gaping vagina. Once he was safely inside her, her back to Timmy, she leaned over and Mike stuffed his dick between her anxiously awaiting lips.
Already the boys were thinking of other varied positions and they hadn't cum yet utilizing this one yet!
This certainly taxes the imagination, Michelle thought with a smile. I can see both boys are inventive, and equally as ready to pleasure not only me but each other. They truly are best friends!
Now the lads were taking longer to cum. This greatly benefited Michelle. She was able to cum countless times before either Timmy or Mike shot their aching wads.
Mike's jism filled her mouth while her expert cuntal muscles milked Timmy's gorged member completely dry.
By now they were more than a little tired. Michelle suggested they take a break. She fetched three large, colorful towels and they walked naked downstairs and into her backyard for a refreshing swim.
Prolonged pleasure, needless to say, continued soon afterward...
CHAPTER SEVEN
The lights were off in Timmy's room. His portable black-and-white TV set was on, casting an appropriately eerie silver-blue glow on the three eager faces before it. Mike, Timmy, and Betty were sitting on Timmy's bed, waiting for the late evening news to be over and the first of two horror films to begin.
Both boys were very much of Betty's presence. She was sitting between them, their backs to the wall, the TV on a stand in front of them. She was wearing a white pair of tight-fitting shorts and a skimpy halter top. Her eyes wandered precociously from Timmy's crotch to Mike's.
She could feel her little twat begin to cream. She knew she was going to have trouble concentrating on the movies, no matter how scary they were. She hadn't had sex since the previous afternoon just before dinner, when she and her younger brother balled quickly and passionately in her room while their mother was busy downstairs in the kitchen preparing dinner.
Now she was horny. Very horny.
She wondered what Timmy would say if she told him how much she now wanted to fuck Mike. He'd probably be jealous as hell.
The movie started. Both boys were immediately engrossed in it.
After almost forty minutes she could no longer stand it. She didn't want to sneak off and masturbate. Not when Mike was sitting right next to her, his thigh pressing right up against hers.
She leaned over and whispered in her brother's ear, "Timmy, would you mind if I made it with Mike? I'm so horny I can't stand it.
Timmy surprised her by saying matter-of-factly, "Sure. Be my guest. Only stay in here. I'd like to watch." That didn't look likely, considering he couldn't take his eyes off the TV, where Dracula was just about to sink his fangs into another unsuspecting victim.
"You're serious?" she asked, just to make sure. She didn't think he would be so understanding. So casual!
"Yeah, sure."
She shrugged and turned to Mike. "You want to make out?" she whispered in his ear.
He didn't think he'd heard her correctly. She repeated what she had said. He turned to her, eyes taking in her small breasts, her tight shorts which pulled in around her crotch, accentuating the V-shape of her pussy. It was too good to be believed. He looked over at Timmy, but he was still glued to the TV.
"What about Timmy?" he asked her.
"It's okay."
"Oh, yeah. Well..." He put his arm around her shoulder, pulling her toward him, and she turned to kiss him, her hand on his chest. His eyes went wide as saucers when she took the initiative of stuffing her tongue into his mouth. He sucked on it, their passion starting to bloom.
"I've wanted to do this for a long time," she whispered, pulling off his T-shirt.
"You sure this is okay with Timmy?" he whispered.
Just then Timmy turned to smile at his startled friend. Mike grinned back, noticing Timmy was getting a hard-on. Nothing like a little kinky fun, Mike thought, undoing Betty's halter top and freeing her taut, upturned breasts.
Timmy watched as Dracula carried off a beautiful woman to a fog-enshrouded graveyard. But out of the corner of one eye he wasn't failing to notice what was going on right next to him.
Betty placed her hand on Mike's groin and cupped it, feeling his stiff cock. She unsnapped, then unzipped his jeans and reached inside to stroke his pulsating member. Mike moaned and cupped her tits, feeling her large, pointed tit knobs between trembling fingers.
Her body was boyish, yet very arousing, her cunt delicate-looking, with a small, fluffy mound of blond pubic hair. She spread her legs enough for him to slip his middle finger into her sex.
Mike then realized Timmy was probably going to join in. Did Betty realize this, too? Would she agree to being made love to by her own innocent young brother? Mike didn't doubt it, not that Betty seemed like a girl with wanton desires. But by the same token, neither did Timmy until Mike found out about his relationship with Michelle. Maybe Betty had similar desires after all.
One way or another, Mike had a feeling he was soon going to find out for certain.
"It's so long," Betty sighed, meaning his slender dick. She rubbed the flat of her palm over his glans, until his piss eye opened and emitted a few watery clear droops of pre-cum fluid. Shivers ran up and down Mike's spine.
My God, Mike thought. The casual way in which Timmy is taking all this... you'd think he and Betty had already fucked, or at the very least seen each other naked before. If it were my sister my friend was making out with right next to me, I'd certainly want to take a closer look!
"Fuck me now," Betty whispered, making room to lie on her back on her kid brother's bed.
"Ohhh, Mike, it feels so fucking good. You fuck so well!" Betty groaned, grimacing as if in pain, when actually she was feeling very much the exact opposite. Pleasure rose in waves from her creaming sex as Mike filled it repeatedly.
Timmy was naked now, his cock arching sharply upward from near-hairless loins. He began- to jerk off, fisting himself rapidly and watching as his friend fucked his fourteen-year-old sister.
"Tight... cunted... bitch." Mike gasped between cock thrusts. "Betty, I love it... my cock and your cunt fit like a hand and glove!"
"I've wanted to feel this for so long," Betty gasped.
"Me, too!" Mike whispered, his body sweating, glistening in the shadowy light of the TV screen.
Timmy caught his eye and grinned. "Give it to her," he whispered. "She likes it hard and fast!"
How the hell would you know? he wanted to stop and ask his friend. Could he and Betty already be lovers? No, it was impossible.' Timmy couldn't be fucking both Michelle - an older woman - and Betty, his older sister. No... could he?"
But the mere thought of that possibility - excited young Michael to the very bone. He really let Betty have it, slamming into her unmercifully. Timmy was right. She was loving every second of it!
Betty writhed under the pounding of Mike's hard schlong. "Fuck me good and hard... again... again... OHHH, AGAIN!"
"Can't tell you how fucking good it feels!" Mike gasped, head thrown back. He felt the girl's nipples digging into his chest like rubber speartips. Her buttocks were rotating against the mattress, making the springs cry out in protest. Her breathing grew more labored.
She climaxed. Mike had to hold his palm over her mouth to keep her from screaming at the top of her lungs.
"Remember your parents are just down the hall," he said, finding it increasingly difficult to talk.
Betty couldn't believe how much pleasure she was now experiencing. She knew Mike had to be a virgin. But he seemed to know exactly what to do, just as Timmy had. Maybe they weren't virgins after all, maybe they had fucked before having her. But who were they balling in that case?
At the moment she really didn't care. If anything, she was lucky they were either experienced or just natural studs. All she knew for certain was she was about to have one of the most intense orgasms of her life. Even if Mike's cock wasn't as thick or as long as her kid brother's, it was still doing all the right things to her sensitive clitoris.
"Again!" she whispered urgently, biting her lower lip until it nearly bled.
Their bodies were moving in perfect harmony, one complimenting the other. Timmy's loins were on fire. He was anxious to join in on the fun, no matter what Mike thought. At least Timmy knew his friend could be trusted to keep a secret; he would never tell anyone his best friend was fucking his own sister.
"I can feel it!" she choked. "MMM, YES!"
"Sshhh," Mike warned her. "Not so loud. Your parents."
She squirmed underneath him, her finger drilling in and out of his wrinkled red asshole, repeatedly hitting his sensitive prostate gland. He suddenly felt weak all over while the pressure in his dick shaft intensified.
"Any minute now," he whispered, pumping furiously into Betty's tight, wet cunt.
Timmy arched his back and moaned. His handkerchief was in his left hand, poised just in front of his member. His chest muscles tightened in horizontal ribbons. His face was tight, his expression one of urgent anticipation. Already he knew this was going to be a great cum. His loins tingled. Watery pre-cum oozed from his gaping piss slit.
Give it to her! Give it to her!
Cum shot like a pearly-white rocket from his cocktip. He managed to catch it in his handkerchief, which he held just in front of his spurting staff He writhed in ecstasy, eyes closed, head pressed back against the wall, as wave after tantalizing pleasure wave swept over his body. Out of the corner of his eye he watched his friend's ass rear up before plunging unerringly into his sister's frothy twat.
Then Mike grunted, his buttocks hollowing out, and Timmy knew he was ejaculating into Betty's tight little pussy. Her moans and sighs mixed with Mike's as she thrashed underneath him, upsetting the bed, nearly throwing the eager adolescent youngster off her.
Mike pulled his dick out and it dribbled more cum onto Betty's thighs and belly. He sat back, bumping into Timmy, who wadded up the cum-filled handkerchief and threw it under his bed, making a mental note to pick it up later.
"Well, my friend, how was it?" Timmy asked with a grin.
Mike had a sleepy look on his face, as if he had really exerted himself. He smiled weakly. "Jesus," he whispered into Timmy's ear so Betty couldn't hear. "She had a pussy tighter than Michelle's! I didn't think that was possible. He paused before asking: "Have you and Betty been...? I mean..."
"Yes. I was going to tell you. I guess now is as good a time as any."
"But... Timmy... she's your own sister!"
Timmy shrugged. "If she was your sister and wanted to fuck you just as badly as you wanted to fuck her, would you refuse?"
"In that case...I guess not. Wow, we're really getting funky around here!"
"Let's have less talking and more action," Betty said, grinning. She spread her legs invitingly and both boys gazed down at her glistening cunt. Mike's jism oozed thickly out of one corner of her twat and down her inner thigh.
"This time it's my turn," Timmy asserted, positioning himself between Betty's splayed legs.
"Did you tell him about us?" she asked.
"I wonder why?" she asked in mock innocence.
"Well you know, some people are funny that way..." They both giggled and Timmy slipped his throbbingly hard dick into her pleasure hole.
"Hey, what about me?" Mike whispered, as if the world was about to come to an end.
"I haven't forgotten you," Betty said. "Over here..."
He quickly straddled her face and she gripped his lean young member, bending it so it would slip between her hot, eager lips.
"Boy, this is the life," Mike sighed, his glans rubbing against the roof of Betty's mouth.
"Mmm," Betty approved, sucking on the boy's musky penis. She felt her brother's cock slice through her innermost cuntal depths while her cunt muscles, growing more expert with every fuck, grabbed his tool and caressed it lovingly, only relinquishing it for a moment each time he pulled out, then quickly grabbing and squeezing it again.
He ran his hand over her slim young buttocks as he pounded into her. Then he rammed his middle finger into her steaming butt hole to further enhance her pleasure.
Deeper! a voice in Betty's head cried. "Every fucking inch!" she mumbled with Mike's cock in her mouth.
She sucked the other boy's dick as if it were candy, licking every square inch of it and giving him maximum pleasure. Mike wondered how long she and Timmy had been making it together. It was probably a recent thing, since Michelle did say Timmy had been a virgin when they had first balled. Even so, Betty was already an expert at giving head. She knew every nuance, every subtle flick of the tongue, every pressure-filled grip of the lips.
And she was obviously enjoying herself. She liked to suck cock, and that in turn made it good for Mike.
She gave his dick all of her attention while reveling in the sensations her kid brother was producing deep in her pussy by slamming unmercifully into her. He grunted with every thrust forward, his balls slapping tempo against her rump.
He leaned over to suck her nipples, letting his tongue run in circles over her pouting tit knobs, making them very sensitive.
Betty climaxed, arching her back as far as she could with two boys holding her down. But she didn't miss a beat while her head bobbed continuously up and down, faster and faster, saliva oozing out of the corners of her mouth and down Mike's stiff member to pool among his pubic hairs.
"Jesus, you can really suck cock!" Mike said in a voice tight with impending pleasure. He ran his fingers through her blond hair, which was like a halo around her head as it rose and fell, rose and fell. "Any fucking minute now, baby, and you're going to be tasting so much jism you won't be able to swallow it all. Are you ready?"
She seemed to be nodding as her head bobbed furiously up and down.
He pressed with his palm against the back of her head, forcing her to take every hard inch of his member with each suck. She was more than happy to do so. She had no trouble sucking every part of his dick, her lips kissing his pubes each time his schlong disappeared into her mouth.
"Baby, now you're doing it! I can feel it... I tell you I can feel it coming! Any minute... any second!"
Then he had both hands on the back of her head, humping into her at the same time.
"Baby, it's gonna be good... shit, shit, SHIT!"
He exploded in her mouth, the force of his ejaculation nearly throwing him off the bed. At that exact moment Betty climaxed again, so the two youngsters were joined in their respective pleasure thrills.
Timmy, meanwhile, was only minutes away from his own orgasm. He was giving his older sister every bit of his tumescent organ and he knew by the way she was creaming that he was getting the desired results.
Betty had just given Mike's dick one final suck, drawing out every last drop of cum sauce from his balls, when her brother shot his load into her pussy. She gave him all her attention, holding him tightly to her while Mike watched.
"So good... so good... so good." Timmy gasped between manly thrusts.
When it was over he felt completely exhausted. "Hey, the second movie's just starting," he said, panting. "Why don't we relax for a minute and watch it."
"Good idea," Mike agreed. "My cock's about had it for the time being. It needs to recharge." Both boys had been fucking Michelle all that afternoon.
"Is it something I said?" Betty joked. The boys hugged her. With their arms around each other, naked as the day they were born, they sat on Timmy's bed and watched the horror movie.
But it wasn't long before the boys' attention was diverted and the fun started in again.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Come on in, Mike," Betty said, opening the front door. "Timmy's out with mom. He needed a few new pairs of jeans so they went shopping together. We've got the house all to ourselves!"
Mike beamed with anticipation. Then he realized Timmy probably hadn't had a chance to tell Betty about their involvement with Michelle. Both boys were now anxious to have her join in on the fun and Michelle wanted to meet her for the first time.
"When did Timmy leave?" he asked her as they embraced and kissed, her hand on his ass.
"Right after breakfast. I was still in bed. They left me a note."
"You still look a little sleepy."
"Oh, I'm all right. It's just all this physical activity we've been indulging in lately. I guess it's all beginning to catch up with me.".
Mike chuckled. "Yeah, I know what you mean. I've been feeling a little wasted myself the past couple of days."
"You wanna go up to my room?"
"Sure! I'm not that tired!"
Once in her room, Betty quickly slipped out of her clothes. Mike was about to do the same, when she insisted she wanted to undress him.
"Is your cock hard?" she asked, pulling off his T-shirt.
"You better believe it." He paused. "Betty... did you ever think of making it with another girl, or a woman?"
"Betty giggled. "No! Whatever gave you that idea?"
"Just a thought."
"It's much better with a boy, for one obvious reason." She gave his crotch a squeeze, feeling his raging tumescence.
"Still, it could be kind of fun, don't you think?"
"Oh, I don't know. I haven't given it much thought. Whenever I've thought of fucking someone, it's always been you or Timmy."
Mike pictured Michelle and the young girl in bed naked, their sweating bodies pressing against each other, mouths on each other's cunt. His knees suddenly felt weak. He felt Betty's fingers playing with his zipper pulling it down, then pulling down his jeans until he was clad in only his underpants, having already kicked off his sneakers.
"Did you have someone in mind?" Betty asked.
"Huh? Oh. Well, in a way, yeah. Timmy didn't talk to you, did he?"
"No." She hooked her thumbs under the elastic waist band of his cotton briefs and slowly pulled them down, her nails scratching the boy's . hips. "Is there something I should know about?"
"Well, maybe I should let Timmy tell you. He was going to anyway."
"Hey, what's going on?" She paused, half his dick showing over the turned-down briefs, which were only halfway down his slim young buttocks.
"Don't stop now," he said, looking down at his pulsating erection. "You've really got me hot now. Let's lie on the bed. I guess I might as well tell you."
Betty pulled down the youngster's underwear, leaning over as she did so, her small perk breasts swinging to and fro. The end of Mike's penis got caught inside the waist band. When it was free, it hit his belly with a faint slap. Betty then took his hand and led him to her unmade bed.
"So tell me, what's up?"
"You mean, beside my cock?"
"Very funny. Come on, don't tease me. I'm curious. What's this big secret you've been hinting at?"
Mike took a deep breath. "Timmy and I have been balling one of his customers."
Betty's eyes went wide. "You're kidding! Who?"
Mike told her Michelle's name.
"What about her husband?"
"She's not married. She doesn't have a boyfriend. She really digs guys our age. All she wants to do is fuck. She has a beautiful house, a lot of property and even a pool. She was married once, but her husband died and left her a shit load of money. She's loaded. All she wants to do all day is fuck young boys!"
"That's incredible. Is she pretty?"
"Beautiful! Like a model. She's twenty-six years old. She's like an older sister to us."
Betty felt a stabbing jab of jealousy. "So what does all this have to do with me?" she asked coldly.
"We want you to join us, so we pair up."
"Mike, this is getting dangerous... if anyone ever found out... it's dangerous enough with Timmy and me. Or you two and her for that matter. I don't know if I really want to get involved..."
"Oh, Betty, don't be like that. It's not that we like her any more than we do you. We're like one big family now, don't you see? You have to join us. If Timmy hadn't gone out shopping with your mother he would have said the same thing to you." He was pleading with her now. "Please don't ruin it for us."
"But why did you ask me if I'd ever thought of making love to another girl? Did you mean, with Michelle?"
"It was just a thought. We've broadened ourselves sexually so much in the past week, why not take one more step."
"And what does that mean? That you and Timmy are going to make it together?"
"Well, not exactly. I mean, we're good friends, but not like that..."
Betty smiled. "But it's okay for me to make love to a woman I've never even met. Isn't that taking things a little too far?"
"Betty, don't be upset. Don't be so prissy! It's not like you. Not like the way you've become. Remember, you've been balling your own kid brother."
Betty sighed. "Okay, okay. I guess I'm a little annoyed you guys didn't tell me about this Michelle before, Tim especially."
"We'd like you to meet her."
"So would I! Just give all this a little time to sink in. I feel like someone's just slugged me in the stomach."
"Don't feel that way," Mike said, putting his arms around her and drawing her body close to his, his dick rubbing against her thigh. "There's no reason to be. You're going to like Michelle. You'll see."
"And - and nothing is changed between us?"
"Of course not! Remember, this has been going on between Michelle and us for days now. Have you noticed any change in our affection for you during that time?"
"No, I guess not." She paused, looking as if she was in deep thought. "It could be fun... she has a pool, too?"
Mike nodded enthusiastically. "We've been swimming in it naked. Her backyard is really secluded."
"Just as long as none of her neighbors suspect anything funny is going in..."
"They don't," Mike reassured her. "We've been extra careful."
Young Betty wondered what it would be like making love to an older woman. Feeling the wetness of another woman's cunt... running her hands over breasts undoubtedly bigger than her own, through cunt hair fuller than hers. She was surprised to feel her pussy creaming and her heart pounding in anticipation.
"She has the biggest tits you've ever seen," Mike said, watching her closely.
Betty, deep in thought, began fingering herself, imagining another woman was lying naked beside her, their breasts touching.
"She's so beautiful," Mike added, becoming excited himself. "Her cunt's so tight... her bush is thick and black, her body is smooth. She's got a nice tan now too. Her entire body. Like mine. Look, you didn't notice it the other night."
"You're right." She imagined Timmy, Mike and Michelle running around her backyard, buck naked, then diving into the pool and swimming as gracefully as fish.
"I know you're going to like her..." He watched her fingers manipulating her swollen clit. He started to fist himself.
"The more I think about it the more exciting it becomes," Betty whispered, finger-fucking her oozing pussy. "Mmmmml It could be nice... the four of us... you two watching us while we make out. Yes..."
Mike grinned.
Betty pulled her fingers from her cunt and the spell was broken. "When can we meet?" she asked, pulling Mike's hand away from his cock and replacing it with her own tightly clenched fist.
"Anytime. Today, in fact! As soon as Timmy gets back."
"He and mom are eating lunch out together, but they should be back around one or so."
"Great. That gives us a few hours together."
Betty surprised him by suddenly throwing her arms around him and showering his face with kisses.
"Hey! What's going on here?"
Betty rubbed her thighs together, the pressure building inside her aroused pussy. "Now I can't wait to meet her. Are you sure she's home? Will she be expecting me?"
"I know her number. I'll call her to let her know we're coming."
"I can hardly wait.!"
Mike chuckled. "I thought you'd see the light."
"Oh, yes! I'm really excited. Wow! Let's fuck!"
"In the ass this time." Mike panted, his hands squeezing her boyishly slim buttocks.
"THE ASS?" She hesitated. "Sure, okay."
"Do you have any vaseline?"
"I think there's a small jar in the bathroom."
Mike ran into the hall bathroom and found the jar in the medicine cabinet above the sink. He brought the jar and a towel back with him.
"Lie on your stomach," he instructed the anxious girl. "And leave the rest up to me."
"You'll be careful, Mike?"
"Of course. Just relax and enjoy it. You're going to dig this."
He first got his middle finger smeared with the vaseline and slipped the digit into Betty's tight young asshole to lubricate it initially. Then he smeared his erect cock with the jelly and, holding it gingerly between two fingers, pressed the tip of it against her bung hole.
Betty took a deep breath and forced herself to relax. She felt her anal muscles opening to receive the boy's lusty member.
"Here goes," he said, pressing hard.
"Ohhh, God!" she gasped as the first half of his dick .entered her tight, wrinkled orifice.
The remaining half took a while to enter her, but Mike was both patient and careful.
Betty felt the ensuing pressure building up in direct proportion to the way in which her tight shit passage had to swell in order to accommodate Mike's hard young peter. It was painful and uncomfortable at first, but once his dick was lodged all the way inside her, then began moving slowly in and out while he fingered her sensitive clit button, she began to experience the pleasure he promised she would.
"Ohhh, Mike, it does feel good... different... not like when you're giving it to my pussy, but good all the same. Mmmm. Keep rubbing my clit..."
"It's going to get better. Picture yourself making it with Timmy and Michelle and me, all of us in the same bed together, our sweating bodies moving and twisting and thrashing. Your mouth over my tool. Michelle's tongue flicking against your clitoris. Timmy cumming all over your tits. Think of it, baby!"
And she did. The more she thought of the four of them making passionate love together, the more aroused she became until finally she reached a devastating orgasm, her entire body shuddering in ecstasy while the boy continued pumping his cock all the way into her butt channel.
"Fuck me harder .'"she squealed. "Really give jt to me! I can feel it now... ohhh, Jesus, yes, can I ever feel it NOWWW!"
He precipitated a chain reaction of orgasms, one right after another, one better than the last. She was sobbing with pleasure, feeling his deft fingers working inside her tight little pussy.
"Is my ass tight enough for you?" she asked, voice unusually high.
"YES!" he gasped. "So fucking tight I can hardly move in and out. And I can feel your ass muscles pulling on my cock, tugging on it until I want to hit the fucking ceiling!"
"Just give it to me," she insisted, throwing her ass back to meet his powerful cock-thrusts. "Every fucking hard inch, Mike!"
"Wait until we all make it together... I can just picture it now... it's gonna be so great!"
"I have to meet Michelle today... as soon as possible..."
"You will. You will!"
In and out, in and out, her well-lubricated passage so hot it seemed to scorch Mike's slamming dick. He was loving every minute of it, anxious for the moment when he would finally explode, sending all the jism his balls could hold into her quivering asshole.
He could feel his young, plump nuts tightening, preparing to shoot their heavy cum load into her sizzling hot inner anal depths.
"Fuck me! Fuck me! FUCK MEEE!" she screamed, thrashing under him as he continued to finger her sensitive clit button.
His entire hand was coated with her flowing juices. He had never seen her so excited before. Her excitement generated itself to him, making him pound harder into her bung passage, their bodies now bathed in sweat.
"Love me harder... faster!" she cried ecstatically, cumming over and over again. The pressure inside her asshole was almost unbearable. It was joining with that which was steadily building in her oozing twat, creating one incredible sensation which had her climbing the walls in ecstasy.
"Any minute now, baby. Can you feel my cock? Can you feel it driving deep into your asshole? Tell me, baby, can you feel it?"
"Christ, YES! Every fucking hard inch. It feels almost as big as Timmy's! I love it. LOVE IT!"
His other hand was playing with her tits, making her pointed nipples very sensitive. Her body was being bombarded by the keenest pleasure sensations she had ever known. Thinking of Michelle - picturing what she looked like, imagining the two of them making love until they passed out with pleasure - was an incredible turn-on.
Mike thought she was going to pass out. Nevertheless he kept ramming his hot fuck staff into her, panting for breath. His dick made a squishy sound each time it thrust in and out, maneuvering through the thick inner coating of vaseline jelly.
The temperature seemed to rise a good ten degrees inside her passage. Mike couldn't hold on for any longer. He thrust forward one final time and his schlong exploded inside her.
His eyes were wide as saucers. His mouth formed a wide oval, but nothing came out. He was speechless. He made funny gurgling noises at the back of his throat, unable to comprehend the pleasure that was now sweeping over him with such fury it took his breath away.
When the full impact of the pleasure thrill hit him he writhed ecstatically atop the girl, his teats drilling into her back, both hands working in her cunt while he hunched over her.
Betty thought she was going to hit the ceiling. For her, the pleasure was beyond description. It was the keenest, the most intense, blissful feeling she had ever encountered. She wanted it to go on forever.
But all good things eventually have to end. Although they both reveled for what seemed like hours, the pleasure finally abated. He lay on top of her, unable to move, thoroughly exhausted. It felt as if every drop of liquid in his body had left through his erect cock, as if through a straw, and into Betty's tight, hot, wet ass.
"I think I've been to heaven and back," Betty moaned.
He managed to find the strength to pull out of her with a slight pop. He fell to her side and she opened her legs to relieve the ache in her ass. The inside of both thighs were thickly coated with her cunt cream.
"I don't think I'll ever be able to fuck again," he sighed, cupping his throbbing balls. "That had to be the best ever!"
After a while, Mike wiped the girl's ass and cunt and thighs with the towel, then brought it and the vaseline back into the bathroom, where he thoroughly washed his dick.
When he returned to Betty's room she was sitting up in bed, fingering herself again.
"Mike grinned. "A penny for your thoughts."
She managed a tight smile before arching her back and cumming. "Ohhh, I needed that. Every time I think of Michelle or what I imagine her to look like and her big boobs and her thick cunt bush I just want to cum over and over again. Please, Mike, go downstairs and call her up. See if it's okay for us to see her."
"Now?"
"Now."
"Okay. Whatever you say." He dressed and walked downstairs, already feeling his cock tightening in anticipation of seeing Michelle and Betty make love. Then he'd join in and have them both for himself!
He dialed Michelle's number. "Hello, Michelle? It's Mike. I've got a surprise for you..."
CHAPTER NINE
"Wonderful!" Michelle exclaimed. "Bring her right over!" She hung up and clapped her hands together, grinning widely.
She had lain awake most of last night just thinking of the girl, and masturbating. I don't know why the thought of making love to a innocent young girl should suddenly appeal to me almost as much as fucking a handsome young boy, but it's all I can think of, she mused.
If Betty looks anything like her darling little brother, I'll just die! I can picture her small, young breasts now, her fleecy pubic hairs, her tight, wet little cunt. God, / can hardly wait to see her in the flesh?
Her heart was hammering so quickly she couldn't sit still. "What'll I wear? she wondered aloud. It's so damn hot again. When will this heat wave be over? Then Michelle decided to take a swim to cool off.
She knew Mike would be by with Timmy's sister soon. But what's the sense of just sitting around, like I'm on trial? I don't know what to wear, so I won't wear anything! The problem is solved.
Michelle dove into the pool after first shedding her shorts, panties and blouse. The water felt good on her brown body. She was well-tanned from head to foot now, no longer staying in the house for long periods at a time. She reveled in the sun, in the clean fresh air, no matter how hot it got.
She didn't hear Mike and Betty enter the backyard. They watched her swim with her back to them underwater, the water glistening in the sun.
Betty's heart pounded. She couldn't wait for her first good look at Michelle. That was once the surprise of seeing her swimming naked as if she wasn't expecting anyone to drop by had worn off.
Michelle came up for air and Mike nudged the girl.
"Well, hello," Michelle said, shaking the water from her eyes. She swam above water to the shallow end of the pool and walked out, her brown body gleaming as drops of water swam down to leave wet footprints as she approached the two youngsters.
Michelle stopped dead in her tracks when she got a good look at Betty, who was smiling nervously, not knowing what to expect from the woman, who was by far the most beautiful person she had ever seen. Her eyes took in the woman's heavy breasts, her black triangle of thick pubic hair, her entire voluptuous body. She felt her cunt creaming with arousal.
Michelle advanced slowly, her eyes centering on the girl's cute young face. "You look so much like your brother," Michelle said, her fingers trailing gently over Betty's smooth, unmarked cheeks.
"Thank you," Betty stuttered. "I feel so nervous..."
Michelle smiled warmly. "Don't be. Mike, hand me my robe. It's over the chair by the umbrella." She put the robe on and lightly tied the belt. "Did it shock you to see me naked?" she asked Betty.
She noticed out of the corner of her eye that Mike was rubbing his crotch.
"No," Betty replied. "I mean yes, but considering all I've heard about you, I guess not."
Michelle threw her head back and laughed. The youngsters joined in and Betty felt herself relaxing.
"Why don't I get us a little wine," Michelle suggested. "I have some white chablis cooling in the fridge. I can see you're both hot."
"We came over as quickly as we could," Mike explained. He had a hard on.
"Whatever for?" Michelle joked, giving his crotch a squeeze as she walked past him and into the kitchen. "Take off your clothes and go in for a quick swim if you want," she added over her shoulder. "Then I'll be out with the wine."
Giggling, they both dove into the water.
Michelle uncorked the wine and drank a glass herself before bringing the bottle and glasses outside on a tray. She watched, smiling, as the two youngsters splashed each other, then dove between each other's legs. She saw Betty's small, upturned breasts bobbing on the water, her surprisingly large nipples looking like two red corks.
She felt another flash of desire and reached under her robe to caress her clitoris. Eventually she had to sit down. She watched, continuing to finger herself, her breath coming in shallow gasps.
Michelle arched her back and climaxed, breaking out into a cold sweat. She then got control of herself and poured the wine. The children, as if on cue, walked out of the water, Mike's cock half erect. He threw Betty a towel and started to wipe himself off before sitting under the large flowered umbrella by the pool.
Michelle couldn't take her eyes off the girl. She looked so fragile, so innocent. So much like Timmy. Although she had a boyish figure, Michelle found her very exciting, especially with her slight mat of pubic hair and cunt lips which looked like exotic flower petals. She couldn't wait to make love to the girl.
Michelle noticed Betty was looking at her while she toweled her long blonde hair. "You're very beautiful," the girl said.
"And so are you, my dear," Michelle replied sincerely. Betty beamed, her knees feeling suddenly wobbly. She sat in a chair next to Mike and Michelle handed her a glass.
"A toast," Michelle announced, holding up her glass. The youngsters did likewise. "To the three of us," she asked.
"What about Timmy?" Mike asked.
"When he arrives we'll have another excuse for a toast.!' They all giggled and drank.
Mike smacked his lips. "This tastes great. Can I have another glass?"
"Sure. Help yourself. We might as well get a little high before going upstairs."
Betty suddenly looked ill-at-ease. She looked at Mike, who took another gulp of the wine, and leaned over toward Michelle. "Is it okay if we can be alone for a while first?" Betty asked, whispering in the woman's ear. "I feel kind of funny thinking of Mike watching us. He can come up a little later."
Michelle whispered something to Mike. He looked at Betty and smiled. "Sure. That's okay with me. Just give a holler when you're ready."
"Thanks, Mike," Betty said, leaning over to give him a kiss on the cheek.
"Well, let's first finish our wine and enjoy the sun," Michelle suggested. "We have the whole day ahead of us."
They finished the bottle of wine between the three of them. By that time none of them were feeling any pain. Mike lay on a towel he spread alongside the pool while Michelle took the innocent, young girl's hand and led her into the relative coolness of the house.
Betty started to giggle.
"What's so funny?" Michelle asked, smiling.
"I think I'm a little drunk. And my cunt is tingling like there's a finger playing with my clit."
"You're just horny."
"And a little drunk."
Now it was Michelle's turn to laugh as they slowly made their way up the stairs to her bedroom. "I guess I'm feeling a little tipsy myself. Nothing wrong with a little wine before sex."
"Sure isn't!" Betty said, holding back a belch. Even though she was high, the girl didn't fail to notice the way Michelle's hips swayed as they mounted the stairs, or the pointedness of her nipples, or the way her cunt hairs glistened with love dew.
Betty knew she was just as excited, just as anxious, to make love to a member of her own sex. After all, if she liked making it with a young boy, why not with a young girl? It seemed to Betty lik,e a natural progression.
Michelle left the door open behind them and led Betty to her bed. Once they lay back, Betty leaned over and pressed her lips against the woman's erect nipples. Michelle moaned and combed her fingers through the girl's damp hair, made stringy by the pool of water.
Michelle slipped the middle finger of her free hand inside the young girl's creaming cunt. Betty arched her back and spread her legs wide apart.
"I want to taste you," she whispered, the words slightly blurred.
"Yes, my sweet. We'll do everything together. I'll show you more pleasure than you thought possible."
"More than Timmy and Mike could?"
"Timmy?"
"He didn't tell you about us?"
"No. Naturally I assumed you and Mike had been fucking, but Timmy, too?"
Betty laughed. "Today is chock full of revelations."
"That's certainly one way of putting it." Then Michelle shook her head and grinned. "That brother of yours is really something else. Who seduced whom?"
"It was a mutual seduction. We suddenly realized we'd been wanting the same thing for a while now."
"How do you keep it hidden from your parents?"
"Oh, we manage. We're careful. Just as careful as you've been with Timmy and Mike."
"Touche. Well, we really are one big happy family now, aren't we?"
"You bet!"
"Needless to say, no one must know about this. You'll tell no one."
"I understand. Mike already lectured me."
"Good. Now, let's see. Where were we?"
Betty continued sucking on first one nipple, then the other, while Michelle finger-fucked her oozing cunt, getting to know it in the most intimate terms. It felt very tight, perhaps even tighter than her own, which Michelle knew wasn't unusual in a girl Betty's age.
I still can't believe I'm actually going ahead with this, she thought to herself. I never would have thought a young, albeit cute, girl would find her way to my bed. It's certainly been a hectic week!
They were immediately relaxed with one another, thanks, in part, to the wine they had consumed. Betty felt very much at ease in the woman's presence. She became completely absorbed in the many curves and soft lines of Michelle's body.
She lifted up the older woman's breasts, feeling their weight, seeing how pointed her nipples became. Her tits were so much larger than Betty's; they were, in fact, the largest the young girl had ever seen.
They silently maneuvered themselves into a sixty-nine position, with Betty on top of Michelle. Michelle hardly felt the girl's weight on her; her body was as light as a feather. She reveled in the youngster's soft skin, her beautiful budding breasts with nipples the size of half dollars, the soft, moist patch of golden pubic hair. Everything about her excited Michelle.
She pried apart the delicate vulva and inserted her tongue. Betty moaned when she felt it rubbing under her swollen clitoris. She knew right then and there she was in for a treat.
Michelle's fleshy invader scooped up all the sticky love juice the girl's cunt had to offer. It reamed over her glistening red cuntal walls, probing deep, deep inside her steaming confines. She felt the youngster responding, writhing sensually as she slipped her own tongue inside her first cunt, tasting a woman's sauce and finding it very much to her liking.
The salty essence sparked off her tastebuds and sent her mind reeling. The room seemed to spin and her stomach did a quick somersault.
She never felt happier in her life!
They moved like two well-oiled machines, their bodies gleaming with sweat, dampening the sheets underneath them.
Such a sweet, darling little girl! Michelle thought, feasting on Betty's salty-sweet pussy, smiling to herself as the girl's pubic hairs tickled the tip of her nose.
The wet sounds of lovemaking filled the air around them. Their nostrils were assailed by the scent of fragrant cunt juice; they became clogged with the spicy essence. They both were sucking and licking up a storm, getting each other closer to that blissful moment of fulfillment.
That's it! Michelle thought, writhing ecstatically, her toes wriggling. My young lovers all have one thing in common - boys and girls alike - they're immediately inventive and adventuresome. Here is this fourteen-year-old girl, making love to me - her first woman lover - for the first time and already she's starting to make me cum. I love the way her tongue flicks and caresses my clit. It's never felt so sensitive before!
Michelle reveled in sweet burgeoning cunt sensations. They blanketed her in an exhilarating warmth, spreading upward from her loins and making her eyes tear with pleasure.
The woman's body buckled and jerked. She climaxed, splashing Betty's face with a sudden flood of juicy cunt cream. Michelle paused for only a moment, then intensified her cunt licking until she brought young Betty to a thunderous climax.
This continued for many minutes, as if by prearranged agreement, the girl and woman taking turns to reach one blinding orgasm after another.
Finally, they broke apart for a well-deserved breather.
"That was wonderful," Michelle said, her arm around the girl's shoulder. She hugged the youngster to her body. Then their lovemaking began again, this time even more passionate than before. They were getting to know one another's likes and needs so they were better able to give longer lasting pleasure.
When they stopped again, Betty suggested they call Mike.
"Why don't you go down and get him. He'd like that." Michelle then stretched like a cat, languid and in full control of herself, feeling at peace with herself and the world.
"Are you asleep?" Betty asked with a grin. She was standing over the boy. He shot up like an arrow, blinking against the sun.
"Mmm." he said, clearing his throat. "I guess I was. The wine must be getting to me."
"Well, if you'd prefer to sleep, Michelle and I can continue without you."'
"Oh, no!" he insisted, getting quickly to his feet and swaying slightly. He reached out to Betty for support. They both giggled.
"Are you sure you're all right?"
He took a deep breath. "Yep. Fine!" And to prove it to her, he raced her up the stairs and into Michelle's bedroom.
"I've heard of anxious, but this is ridiculous!" Michelle exclaimed as they pounced on her. They wrestled, giggling like small children. By then, Mike's cock was thoroughly hard. Betty started fisting it.
"How was it?" he asked Michelle.
"Just fine," she replied. "Very fine indeed. Betty and I will have to do it more often."
"How about right now. I'd love to watch!"
"I bet you would," Michelle said, cupping his balls. "But we have more important things to do..." Both she and Betty started making love to the boy. He soon forgot about simply sitting and watching a young girl and woman make love together. Now he was actively participating and he found he preferred that much more.
He had never been the focal point of so much attention before. They had him lying back on the bed with Betty sucking him off while Michelle played with his balls and rammed her tongue up his tight little rectum.
"Jesus!" he gasped, watching Betty's head bob furiously up and down. It was as if they were having a race to see who could make him cum first. So far the young girl was in the lead, but Michelle was running a very close second.
Then, as if sensing the boy's mouth was watering for pussy, Michelle pulled her tongue out from his bung hole and slid down to straddle his face. He held onto her thighs with both hands while she pried open her gash for him.
Now that Betty had the boy's dick all to herself, she gave it her full attention. Her wet tongue slid hotly up and down the underside of his shaft, tickling his boyroot, making it tingle with sensations which indicated an orgasm wasn't far off.
She nibbled at the flap of skin just underneath the cleft of his mushroom-shaped cock head, tugging at it until she heard him moan. She then grabbed his scrotum and massaged them between her agile fingers, feeling the inner sac swimming in pools of cum.
His ass wriggled, digging a hollow into the mattress. She combed her fingers through his pubic hairs, entwining them around her fingers. Watery pre-cum was dribbling from his gaping piss slit. It sparked her taste buds, made her suck him all the harder.
Mike humped up into the young girl's mouth, his glans rubbing against the roof of her mouth. His loins were on fire. He humped faster, feeding his dick to Betty, loving the way she responded by sucking it for all it was worth.
Betty was becoming excited herself. She was finger-fucking her cunt, nearly ready to cum. She concentrated solely on her sensitive clitoris, caressing it while her cuntal muscles and membranes covered her digit.
Michelle let out a yelp, leaning over suddenly as if she were a marionette and her strings had just been cut. She breathed heavily, her legs and arms twitching as she reached a fiercely intense orgasm. Female jism sprayed against the boy's face. His adam's apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed as much as he could.
She mashed her sex into his mouth, her pubes tickling his nose, filling his nostrils. His hands moved slowly up her thighs. She felt goose bumps. Then they moved up her flanks. To her breasts. Caressing her large mammaries. Making her nipples so tender she cried out in ecstasy.
Michelle came many times, all at once, one cum building upon another until finally she experienced a burst of pleasure so exhilaratingly keen she thought she would hit the ceiling.
Just then the boy came in Betty's mouth, filling it to the brim with his thick saucy seed. The girl's head continued to bob up and down, her tongue flicking and massaging his blood-gorged cock shaft. She fingered herself to a climax, shuddering in ecstasy.
Mike's spurting jism filled the spaces between Betty's teeth, oozed over her gums and dripped thickly from the roof of her mouth. She swallowed the spicy essence, pining for more after every mouthful.
As soon as he had finished cumming, Betty quickly straddled his loins, reaching underneath herself to slip his stiff member into her horny little snatch. She moved up and down, slowly at first, then gradually picking up momentum as the cunt sensations reached their . zenith.
Mike continued to feast on Michelle's succulent cunt, making her cum innumerable times. She was screaming for mercy, begging for him to stop, yet she made no move to lift herself away from his flicking tongue.
Finally, she had enough. She gathered up enough strength to lift herself off the twelve-year-old boy and slumped beside him. Betty leaned over and they French kissed. The girl tasted Michelle's juices on Mike's hot young lips.
Michelle watched as the two adolescents made passionate love.
I've taught him well, she thought of Mike, watching as he slammed his lean young member into the girl's snatch, her muscles gripping it tightly each time he thrust forward. Both hoys have been good pupils.
She smiled, the moans and cries of both teenagers filling her ears. She saw the expression of pleasure on their flushed young faces as they came together, Betty's body writhing in ecstasy atop his.
She looked at the clock on her bedside table and saw it was already a quarter to two. It's time Timmy joined us, she thought with a smile.
CHAPTER TEN
"Timmy!" his mother called from downstairs. "Mike is here!"
"Come on up, Mike!" he called back.
The handsome boy panted for breath. "I ran all the way from Michelle's. Betty's there now."
"Betty?"
"Yeah. I dropped by earlier. You were out with your mom. Betty had just gotten out of bed."
Timmy held up his hand and grinned. "Don't tell me. She got right back in again, only with you to keep her company."
Mike chuckled. "Something like that. I told her about Michelle. I had to after asking her if you'd talked to her. You know how curious she is. Anyway, I suggested she and Michelle make it together. At first the idea really turned her off, but the more she thought about it, the more excited she got, until finally she was begging me to take her to meet Michelle."
"What did she say when you told her we've been fucking Michelle."
"She was a little pissed off. Jealous, I guess. But now everything is cool."
"Did they make it together?"
"You better believe it! I didn't see it they asked me to stay downstairs so they could be alone together but supposedly it was really something special for both of them."
"Shit, I'm getting a hard-on just picturing it."
"Yeah, I know what you mean. Anyway, are you ready? Everyone's waiting, for you."
"Let's go!"
The boys raced back to Michelle's house and arrived in her bedroom out of breath. Michelle and Betty were deep in the passionate throes of lovemaking. The boys looked at each other and grinned mischievously. While getting their second wind, they stood watching. Before very long they had raging hard-ons and began undressing.
Naked, they climbed on the bed and knelt on either side of the two lovers, who were locked in a sixty-nine embrace.
As if by prearranged agreement, the two adolescent boys started to jerk off, eyes fixed on either the woman's or the girl's snatch, the wet sounds of cuntsucking filling the air.
"Jesus, look at them go!" Mike remarked.
Timmy said nothing. He was fascinated by the two sweating female bodies. His fist pumped quickly over his pulsating tumescence.
He felt a special kind of excitement welling up inside his loins.
Michelle knew the boys had arrived, but was too intent on eating out Betty's deliciously spicy cunt to stop until she was completely satisfied. She was hooked on the girl's salty-sweet essence like a junkie is on hard drugs.
She reveled in the precise way the girl rubbed per tongue over her swollen nubin of desire, giving Michelle maximum pleasure. There was something to be said about a woman knowing exactly how to manipulate another woman's snatch to give complete satisfaction.
Timmy grunted, then gasped. He bent over, chest muscles tightening, thighs quivering, and shot his cum wads over Michelle's writhing buttocks. He threw his head back and moaned in ecstasy, eyes shut tight, his fist a blur as it flailed over his ejaculating tool. Jism flew in the air in great viscous globs, splattering the woman's ass and lower back.
When Mike came, which was shortly thereafter, his jism splattered over Betty's pert young breasts, oozing down over her nipples to strain the sheet below.
The boys gave their members one final jerk, emptying their balls of cum, and Betty and Michelle broke apart, smearing boy-jism over the sheets and each other.
Without saying a word, Michelle went down on Timmy and Betty begun sucking off Mike. It happened so quickly the boys didn't know what hit them. They were forced to lie back on the bed, each one grabbing a handful of tit.
Their bodies were sleek with sweat as their lovemaking grew steadily more passionate, more urgent. Timmy's fingers dug into the woman's bouncing tits, making her suck his schlong that much harder. Soon she was rewarded by a steady oozing of watery pre-cum, a sure indication he would be cumming in full force very shortly.
Out of the corner of her eye, Michelle watched the other youngsters as they sixty-nined. She saw the older boy's slim pecker slip in and out of sweet, darling Betty's hot, eager lips. She looked as if her life depended upon how well she sucked Mike off.
Just then Timmy's cock jerked in her mouth.
"Suck, suck, suck, SUCK!" he cried, squeezing her tits with both hands, his fingernails leaving marks on her flesh.
As soon as Timmy finished cuming, he instructed Michelle to turn around on all fours so he could fuck her dog-style. Michelle was more than happy to comply with his wishes. She was glad he was taking the initiative in their lovemaking, because he showed he was becoming sure of himself.
He entered her swiftly to the hilt, his cock having, of course, remained hard as a rock even after two orgasms.
"Give it to me,"she moaned. "Hard and good that's how I like it!"
Michelle smiled gratefully and began feasting on the adolescent young girl's delicious snatch.
"God, this is great!" Betty exclaimed, knowing she was voicing everyone's thoughts. She hooked her legs around Michelle's neck, imprisoning her head and forcing her to eat out every square inch of her tremulous fuck channel.
When they all came it was like a row of dominoes falling: first Timmy, then Michelle, then Mike, and finally Betty.
Bodies sweating, breaths coming in harsh pants, Michelle and the three adolescents lay in a heap on the woman's bed. Timmy was rubbing his throbbing nuts. Betty continued to finger herself slowly, moaning softly.
Then they changed positions.
Timmy butt-fucked Betty while she lay on her back. Michelle, facing Timmy, straddled the vnnnp oirl's mouth while Mike entered her cunt from behind.
They all worked like a well-oiled, perfectly synchronized machine. Lips and tongues caressing. Fingers darting over sweating flesh. Boy-cocks slipping in and out of tight, wet orifices. Moans of passion. Cries of unbelievable ecstasy.
The air around them was filled with the musky smell of sweating male and female bodies, the salty essence of cunt and cock juices.
The bedsprings sounded constantly - a testimony to their passionate lovemaking.
Finally, after they had all cum they once again changed position. Michelle thought the boys could keep cumming all day long without stopping. She was certainly prepared to!
Her mind wandered back over the events of the past week and how her life had changed dramatically during that short period of time. She never thought she would be able to score a young boy let alone two, and a beautiful fresh young nymphet, too! so quickly. It was truly a dream come true!
And we have (he entire summer ahead of us, she thought while sucking Timmy's enormous, pulsating member. Since the kids are out of school we can fuck every day, all day long. I never had it so good!
Already Michelle was horny for new faces, new bodies, new cocks and cunts to satisfy her insatiable desire for adolescent flesh.
I shouldn't he so damn greedy, she thought, the young boy's glans rubbing excitedly against the inside of her cheek. God knows I already have my hands full. But, what the hell? I always did think that variety was the spice of life. Why not prove it!
And with that optimistic thought in mind, she swallowed Timmy's saucy jism as he avidly came in her sucking hot mouth.
