Society in the United States has developed to its present stage only after going through one transformation after another. What makes one human being respond to one thing, or one type of person in comparison to another, is an outgrowth of these various changes.
Society unknowingly makes people think and feel many of the things that are a part of them today and then turns right around and condemns those with an interest in something the "norm" feels unsatisfactory.
One such abnormality that society has created and likewise condemns, is pedophilia. Pedophilia is the name given to the type of attraction an older woman might have toward an extremely young boy. The woman questioned in this study is one such woman. Her need for sexual contact with the young, for whatever reason, has become very much a part of her life. How she handles herself in these confrontations with young boys, and the people who look down upon her for doing it, is the reason for this study.
-The Publisher
Chapter One
Winnie Young eyed the young boys in her Acrobatics class with lust in her heart. They were so beautiful, young, innocent and so corruptible.
There was one boy in this new class of hers that especially turned her head. His name was Vince Brackett and he was just about the cutest boy Winnie had ever laid eyes on. He would hardly be her first sexual contact-if she followed her thoughts which were presently leading in the direction of his seduction-and he would hardly be her last.
Winnie had long since stopped counting. Many young men had met Winnie Young and had never quite been the same afterward. Winnie was a born teacher but besides ballet, tap and acrobatics Winnie's specialty was sex!
Winnie stared wantonly at the young blond-haired boy as he practiced the simple summersault and back extension combination she had given her class of six cute little boys. He was by far the most athletic and showed the most promise. This was the first time any of these boys had stretched their fine young bodies out on a mat in this way, and if Winnie had her way, young Vince Brackett would be stretching and writhing on that mat in sexually explicit positions before the day was over.
Winnie had been teaching dance and calisthenics at Bishop School for Boys for over a year now and each new class held treats galore for the sexed-up teacher.
It was Winnie who had insisted that each of her pupils wear what she wanted while in her class. Winnie had deliberately picked a dance and exercise costume that would reveal as much as possible of a young boy's body, giving her eyes the pleasure they craved as the young student would stretch and sweat on the mats in front of her scrutinizing and lusting gaze.
The costume consisted of an extremely brief and tight-fitting pair of white-nylon shorts (although, by the cut, they looked more like a jock strap) and a white T-shirt, the kind with straps for arms. As much of the boy's body was showing as she thought she could get away with without raising an eyebrow with the school council.
Winnie had put in her dues at other schools across the country. She had a good record and the administration went along with just about everything she advised. Of course, what they didn't know was that Winnie had left most of her past positions by fleeing town just before a scandal about her and one of her students was about to hit the papers. Winnie always managed to get out just in the nick of time, avoiding the press coverage that her scandalous acts would otherwise demand.
Winnie was a shrewd woman and knew how to play her cards right. She had long since realized her need for the sexual attentions of young boys, preferably younger than thirteen, and realized even more the need for discretion and utmost care in what she did. Timing was of the utmost importance. Not only did she have to approach her latest sexual victim with caution, afraid she might scare him if she came on too heavy too quickly, but she also had to constantly be looking over her shoulder making sure one of the other faculty wasn't catching her in the act.
All in all, Winnie led a fairly precarious life, but as she looked at her class doing their warm-up exercises and gazed eagerly at young Vince, the blue-eyed beauty who was her latest heart-throb, she agreed it was all worth it.
"That's it, class, arch that back and kick those legs straight when you come out of the somersault."
The boys were diligently doing the first exercise she had given them. Vince definitely showed the most promise, not just in his exercises but in his sexual presence as well. He seemed to radiate sex, at least to her, and she was more convinced than ever that she must have him.
This was her last period for the day and she felt confident she could put her usual plan of attack into practice. She would ask the young boy to stay after class for a little while for some "extra help", so to speak, and then when she had him alone she would set her plan of seduction into full gear. She had a feeling Vince was going to be responsive, perhaps a little timidly at first, but, at least willing to experiment. All Winnie needed was that willingness ... she would take care of the rest. Teaching was her thing!
"That's good, class. Now, I want you to watch this exercise and do exactly as I do. This is good for the leg muscles."
Winnie proceeded to go into another feat of tumbling, showing her grace and elegance. Her long supple body moved with fluid motion in a way that held all her little boys captivated with interest.
Winnie was wearing a one-piece dance-skin that clung to her womanly figure in a very sexy way. Of course this was an exercise and dance class and things like sex were supposed to be put out of the mind in the guise of "art". Winnie smiled as she felt the eyes of her class starting at her, and thought she saw young Vince gazing at her huge breasts as they pushed the thin blue nylon material of her brief sexy suit out in front of her body.
She flipped up to her feet and told the class to commence and stepped back to see how they did,, but more importantly to watch their young humpy bodies stretch and grind about on the mat in sexually exciting ways.
Winnie felt tiny beads of sweat breaking out on her forehead. The tiny room was well air-conditioned and she knew her body was heating up from sexual anticipation only.
Winnie watched on with lust burning in her heart as one by one the class went through its practice session. The boys were all good, but Vince still shone above the others in both the talent department and also the sex appeal department.
Winnie could feel her womanly cunt beginning to ooze juices of sexual excitement between her thighs. She longed to take the boy's little cock in her mouth and teach him about the many pleasures possible between a man and a woman. She liked this age boy especially because, he was too young to have much experience in sex, if any at all. Winnie was a born teacher, both on and off the mat. She used the bed as well as the mat, the bed perhaps even better.
Winnie's heart was pounding as the boys continued their lesson, each stretch and writhe on the sweaty practice mat exciting her more and more.
She was beginning to realize that her sexual urges were overpowering her. She didn't know how much longer she would be able to continue this class without beginning her sexual attack on one of her students. They were really getting to her now, especially Vince.
His body was young and far from fully developed, yet he showed great promise. He was masculine, yet blond and fair. His eyes were a sparkling blue and they seemed to light up the room when he smiled. His muscles were already taking on a fine definition and Winnie gazed at them as they strained during the exercises.
Finally the class time was nearing an end, and Winnie realized she had to make her move. She had to hold Vince, make him stay after the others left. This was her usual course of action. Today was no different from any other day-except Vince turned her on more than any other boy had done in quite some time. She needed him, desired him and HAD to seduce him.
"That's about all the time we have for today, class," Winnie said with a smile. She let her eyes zip back and forth from one humpy young student to the next, and then let them rest on Vince. "Vince, would you mind staying for a few minutes? I want to work on that last move with you for a minute."
"Sure thing," the handsome blond-haired boy said with a smile. He seemed almost eager to stay after class with the pretty, older woman and work on some moves.
Winnie felt her heart beating madly as the rest of the boys walked past her and headed for the little room in the back to change into their street clothes. Winnie could smell the sweet sweat of their fine young bodies and the aroma permeated her nostrils, exciting her, driving her wild with sexual excitement.
Winnie had to get hold of herself! She couldn't just attack this fine young boy without caution. There was no telling just how far he would let her go. She had learned from experience that these matters had to be handled carefully, a step at a time. Caution was the key to success in this case and she knew that fact well!
Winnie waited until all the boys were out of the class and she and Vince were left alone. She stared at him, unable to stop her eager eyes from roving up and down his sweating body, paying special attention to the little bulge in the front of his tight white nylon briefs where his boy-cock was nestled, hopefully waiting to be freed and brought to full sexual arousal.
"Vince, I have to say I think you are the best tumbler in the class," Winnie said, hoping to get the boy on her side right from the start, putting him at ease so he would be easier to seduce. She knew the scene had to be a relaxed one or she would never get anywhere.
"Thank you," he said, flashing her a big smile, exhibiting a set of pearly-white teeth. His lips were full and sensuous and Winnie could almost taste his young hot mouth on hers in a heavy, wet kiss. She longed to touch him, to make love to him, yet she waited. She had to take it easy.
"I would like you to work on your hand-stand a little bit. I will help you, okay?"
"That would be nice. Thank you."
The boy was so sweet and innocent he almost took Winnie's breath away. She wondered if he was at all attracted to her. He seemed attentive enough and his smile was warm and friendly, but she knew that could just be respect from a student to his teacher. She couldn't confuse courtesy with sexual attraction. She had made that mistake in the past and it had led her into a rather embarrassing situation. She didn't want that to happen again, especially not with such a fine young man as Vince.
"Now you get down on your hands and knees and just let me push you up into the correct position, okay?"
"Okay," he said eagerly. He got down on the mat on his hands and knees as his pretty teacher told him to do. Winnie looked at the way the tight white shorts rode up on his ass, slicing up his little ass crack and exposing a good portion of his round, firm buttocks. She wanted to lean over and stick her tongue right up his asshole, licking and sucking his butt but she still held back. The time wasn't quite right to make her move and timing was of the utmost importance in a situation such as this.
She kneeled down beside her young eager student and placed one hand under his belly. She felt the sweat through his T-shirt. She pushed her hand into his gut and felt how firm and hard his stomach muscles were. Already the young boy had definition there and she could feel the ridges and layers of muscles. It excited her and made the cunt juices flow even more from her pussy hole. She was getting very very hot!
Winnie slipped her other hand between his legs a little above his knees. She wanted to slip it up to his crotch but held off. That would come later ... she hoped!
"Now push up," she said and the boy followed her order. He shoved up and with her help, one hand now on his back and the other on his firm young belly, she held him there in the head stand position.
Winnie gazed down at his beautiful young face. She saw the way his little cock pushed out the front of the tight white nylon shorts and she didn't think she could hold off much longer without some kind of sexual contact.
"Good, very good," she said. "You can get down now."
Vince fell over onto his back gracefully and just stayed there, spread out, looking up at her.
"You are doing very well," Winnie said. "I think I'll give you a little kiss since you have been such a good student. Would you like that, Vince?"
"Ah, well, okay Miss Young," the handsome youth said as the color began to race to his head. He was flushing from her request, not from the blood rushing to his head from the handstand. He was embarrassed but eager just the same.
Winnie leaned over and instead of giving him a gentle peck on the cheek, she planted her mouth right over his and began to kiss him sensuously. She found the boy's mouth warm and exciting, as she had imagined, and tore into his youthful oral cavity with gusto.
"Mmmm," she moaned as she rammed her tongue in between his thick wet lips, pushing them far apart and driving her long wet muscle deeper and deeper into the back of his hot throat.
"OHHH, AHHHHHH, MMMMMM," the young boy kept purring as the teacher's kisses became more and more passionate. It didn't take young Vince long to realize that this was hardly a teacher-to-student kiss. This was a kiss like he had never received before and he didn't know quite what to make of it. He was scared, a little uncomfortable, but unable to break away from the pretty woman's aggressive mouth.
He kissed her back the best he could, sending his own little tongue up into her mouth. Vince had never kissed a woman before. This was a completely new experience for him and he was digging it like crazy.
Vince felt his cock begin to stiffen in his tight nylon shorts. He had just learned about jerking-off from a friend of his and liked to do it a lot. He liked to see the spurting cum fly out of his little pee-pee, and liked especially the feeling he got when that happened. He wondered if his teacher was going to jerk him off-or, better than that, make him cum some other way.
Vince continued to kiss her back and Winnie slid her long, shapely, womanly body down on top of his. She was sweating, and when she slithered on top of him, their bodies fused together in one slippery pile of flesh.
They began to slip and slide together never breaking the hold on their mouths. Winnie kept a viselike grip on his lips with her own, keeping a steady supply of hot gooey saliva pouring into his mouth cavity.
Winnie had seduced many young boys in her life but this one was different. This one was inexperienced but willing, a combination that elated her and drove her into fits of erotic passion the likes of which she had never seen.
Winnie began to grind her own hips up into his bulging crotch. She could feel the stiffness of his hard, virgin prick and longed to take it into her mouth, sucking it furiously, until the boy would have to finally shoot his load of hot gooey cum.
Her own pussy was really soaking wet by this time. The juices were flowing out of her as if she had untapped a running faucet and it was drooling beyond control. She writhed about on top of the boy, rubbing her cum-soaked crotch against his own enlarged groin.
"MMMMMM, AHHHHHH," he began to moan. Winnie knew she was turning him on and that's just what she wanted to do. She wanted to be his sex and love teacher. She wanted to teach the young boy the many pleasures that were awaiting him. She wanted to give her body to him to experiment with, to have and enjoy completely and totally. Winnie didn't want to hold anything back with this boy. He was special, unique and beautiful and she wanted to do everything possible with him.
She was his for the taking.
She hoped he would return the favor.
Chapter Two
Vince was rapidly giving into his teacher's aggressive ways. He was hesitant at first, not having fooled around sexually before, especially with such a beautiful older woman as Winnie Young, but she was determined to seduce him and it wasn't long before he was like putty in her hands.
"OHHH, you're so beautiful Miss Young, MMMMMM," the young boy moaned as Winnie continued to smother his mouth with kisses.
Winnie had to move on to other areas of the boy's body. Her own cunt was juicing madly by this time and she was afraid that she would reach a premature orgasm if she didn't get down to business. She didn't ever remember becoming this excited so soon after beginning one of her many seductive exercises. Vince had something special all right and she wanted him all for herself!
Winnie pulled her mouth off the young boy's sucking lips. A loud slurping sound could be heard as their lips parted forcefully. There was spit covering the boy's mouth, and before Winnie moved on to bigger and better things, she licked it all up, drinking down the boy's saliva greedily.
Vince arched his head on the mat as he felt the hot breath of the older woman moving over his face and neck. He began to tremble softly as the thought of what might be in store for him raced through his mind.
Vince was nervous but he wasn't going to ask her to stop. Whatever it was she was doing he liked it and wanted her to continue. He was going to learn more than the latest tumbling exercises at this lesson ... that much he was sure of!
"MMMMMM," Winnie moaned, as she began to lower her mouth on his neck, sucking every inch of his tender skin. "UNH, UNH, UNHHH!"
Winnie reached down and lifted the tight-fitting T-shirt out of the brief white nylon shorts and pulled it upward, exposing the beautiful belly of the young virile boy. She continued to pull it up and Vince lifted off the mat so she could pull it over his handsome face.
Vince was now naked except for the scanty underpants that covered his obviously bulging cock. Winnie wanted to plunge toward his crotch, but she waited. She would tease the boy and herself as well by moving toward that goal an inch at a time. It would be more sensual that way-for both of them.
Vince was sweating profusely, and the bright lights from overhead made his body glisten in a sensual way. He was a healthy young thing and Winnie gazed at his naked torso with lust in her heart.
She fell over on top of him once again and took up right where she left off. Her sucking mouth began slipping down over the nape of his neck, kissing and sucking her way along, an inch at a time, until she approached his well-defined young chest.
She slipped her lips over his left nipple and jabbing her tongue in and out of her mouth furiously as she teased the little spear-like piece of flesh. She noticed that in no time at all the nipple was quite erect so she continued her efforts until the boy was writhing about like a wild man beneath her. It was quite apparent that he was enjoying the oral attention she was rendering his young and vulnerable body.
Winnie took the fullest possible advantage of the situation by continuing to increase the fervor of her attack. She began to slip her mouth back and forth from one nipple to the other, making them both stand out proud and strong as her saliva covered them with a thin blanket of sensual liquid.
Winnie felt the boy trembling below her as she continued to grind her crotch against his thighs. She kept sliding down on his body, inching her way toward her destination-his crotch!
She hadn't tricked with a youngster in almost a week now and her oversexed body craved sexual attention and fulfillment. She knew she would get both with Vince!
Winnie nibbled her way on down to the boy's belly button and stopped there for a minute or two, letting her saliva pour out of her mouth and fill the little hole. Then she would drink it all back into her mouth, only to spit it out once again.
Vince was writhing about madly as she tickled his belly with her persistent tongue lickings. He felt his heartbeat increasing rapidly as she continued to explore every inch of his naked and overheated young body.
Winnie longed to suck the boy's little cock. She had given up on men's cocks quite a few years ago and now she liked nothing better than to suck away for hours on a tiny prick belonging to a handsome infant such as the one beneath her now. Vince had everything Winnie desired in a sex partner and more.
She slid her tongue back and forth across his lower abdomen, right where the tight white waistband of the brief nylon shorts sliced into his skin. She bit the waistband with her teeth, pulled it out as she peeked underneath it, catching a quick shot of his stiff cock and balls, and then let it snap back violently. It crashed against his skin and the boy moaned with kind of a half pain and half sensuality at the sudden jolt.
"MMMM, AHHH," the boy groaned as he felt his beautiful teacher beginning to pull down his shorts with her teeth. Slowly, sensuously she pulled them down until the tiny wisps of pubic hair were jutting out of his underpants.
Winnie smelled his sweaty groin. The boy had really been through a workout during class and had been sweating quite heavily. The odors permeated her nostrils and delighted her, sending spasms of pleasure coursing through her sex-hungry body.
Winnie slipped her hands under the boy's ass.
"Ohhh, OH MY GOD, MMMMMM," Winnie moaned as she squeezed the boy's tight round buns for the first time. They were two hard muscles of pleasure and she kneaded each of them with her eager fingers. She dug her nails deeply into the orbs of flesh, working them back and forth in her fingers as she continued to moan and groan her sexual approval.
The boy's ass was firm and exciting to her touch and only proceeded in exciting Winnie all the more. She began to sweat profusely as her body temperature rose sky-high from sexual arousal. He knew her very hot and her heated passion could only end in a violent orgasm-hopefully for both of them!
Winnie lifted the boy's crotch upward by squeezing his tight hard buns together with her fingers. The boy gave in to her seductive ways, not knowing what else to do, and certainly enjoying the erotic feelings she was causing within him.
She pulled the tight white nylon underpants down as far as she could with her teeth, and then reached around and yanked them down the rest of the way with her impatient hands.
There it was! His beautiful fully erect cock! It stood up proud and strong. It was far from the size of a full-grown penis, but to Winnie it was nothing short of pure pleasure.
The cock head was bright pink and shaking violently. There was the tiniest trace of pre-orgasmic cum oozing out of the tip of it and Winnie wasted no time in sucking it up.
She shot down over the cockhead and licked the juices from the tip savagely. She made a loud slurping sound as she pulled the boy's eager cock into her mouth. She groaned as she swallowed the little pool of cum, giving her a teasing sample of what was to come when she made the boy reach orgasm.
Winnie wondered if he had ever had an orgasm before, and if so, just how and with whom it had happened. She decided she would have to ask him all about his sex life, if he had any-but after she finished with him. She would proceed with her usual plan of seduction. I had always worked for her in the past and she had no reason to think it wouldn't work on Vince.
Slipping her hands back under his ass and once again squeezing those beautiful ass muscles firmly with her eager fingers, she dove down over his cock pulling all of it into the back of her throat.
"OOOHHHHHH, OH, FUCK, OH, I'M CUMMMIIINNNGGG!" Vince screamed at the top of his lungs, as he felt the sexy older woman engulfing his penis with her hot wet sucking mouth.
Vince reached up and entangled Winnie's hair in his fingers as she began to raise and lower her head over his crotch.
Vince kept on moaning as Winnie became more and more aggressive with her cocksucking expertise. The louder and more sensual Vince moaned and groaned, the more positively Winnie responded with her suck-job. She was really going at it, determined to do her best to excite the young boy, and bring him pleasures he had not previously imagined possible.
In hardly no time at all Winnie was sucking the little stiff boy cock as furiously as she could manage. She flew up and down on the stiff shaft energetically, pulling every last inch of his pulsating pecker into the backmost recesses of her hot wet mouth.
She swirled her tongue up and down the sides of the velvety smooth cock shaft, applying pressure along his sensitive cock where the protruding veins popped out majestically.
Vince had his eyes closed and his head arched back on the sweat-covered mat. He was in heaven, enjoying the oral working over his beautiful teacher, Miss Young, was administering to him. His passions were beginning to rise to a fever pitch and he felt the cum beginning to boil in his cock and balls.
Vince had just started jerking off a couple of weeks before this stimulating union and he knew what an orgasm was, or at least had an idea. He knew that if the woman kept sucking his cock the way she was going at it right now, she would make the cum fly out of his piss-slit the way he did himself when he would jerk it off by hand. He wondered if the woman wanted to suck his hot gooey-white cum right up into her throat, but concluded that a woman such as Miss Young must know what she was doing.
Winnie Young did indeed know what she was doing, but she wasn't going to let him cum-not just yet! There were more things to do, more positions to try, and she most of all wanted to feel his stiff little cum-dripping cock slicing up between her creamy white thighs, forcing her cuntlips apart and forging into her pussy hole.
Winnie sucked the cock as fast as she could go until she felt the veins popping out on the sides of the cock shaft and his erect little penis shaking violently. She knew the boy was getting ready to cum, and she stopped sucking him altogether.
"Ohhhhhh," Vince moaned savagely as she let her hot wet mouth slip off his yearning cock. Vince wanted to cum but she wasn't going to let him, not for a little while anyway!
Winnie decided it was time for Vince to do some of the work. She doubted he had any experience in the art of making love to a woman, but that was what she wanted. She wanted to teach him, to bring him out into the world of sensual love-making between a man and a woman. She wanted to be his guide and prepare him for the wonderfully exciting world of sexuality which awaited him now that he was becoming a young man.
Winnie spread her beautiful, shapely legs out on either side of Vince, pinning him down to the mat. She rubbed her cum-oozing crotch against his sweating belly for a few minutes, jutting her tits out in front of her in a sexy way.
Winnie looked down at the innocent young boy's face as he stared with an almost frightened look at her huge breasts waving above his head like two mountains.
Winnie reached up and began to massage her tits through her thin jersey top. She pulled the already stiff nipples, squeezing them savagely with her fingers as a means of demonstration. She wanted the boy to see what she was doing because it was just what she wanted him to do. Shortly he would be taking over where she left off, and she wanted him to know what to do, and more importantly, just what would turn her on the most.
"OHHH, MMMM, AHHH," she moaned as she continued to massage her own huge breasts seductively over the boy's young body.
Vince stared up at the big tits and the woman's massaging fingers. He wanted to reach up and push her hands away, feeling the tits for himself, digging his fingers into the huge orbs of squishy pleasure-flesh, but he didn't dare. Vince had never touched a woman's tit before and he was afraid. He didn't know what it would feel like, and if he would be able to do a good enough job to excite a woman of Miss Young's obvious sexual expertise.
He just waited patiently, hoping that she would tell him what to do and show him how. He needed to be taught, he needed her to guide him.
She did just that!
Winnie suddenly stood up towering her lovely frame over the boy's prone body. Sensuously she pulled the zipper down her back loosening the tight-fitting one-piece dance suit. She slithered out of it without further delay, and in a few seconds she was standing over the boy completely naked.
Once again she began to massage her tits. She threw her head back in the air and jutted her breasts out in front of her body. The huge orbs of flesh stuck out proud and strong in front of her as young Vince gazed on in admiration and awe.
Winnie stuck her fingers in her mouth wetting them with her own saliva, and then proceeded to toy with her nipples. They became very stiff as she spread the thin layer of saliva over them in a seductive and sensual fashion.
Winnie looked down at her young sex student and saw the attentive and somewhat nervous expression on his face. She knew the time had come. She slithered her shapely body down on top of him once again, spreading her thighs out on either side of his firm young body.
Her legs were sweaty, as was his body. Their skin burned as it touched together and the sweat allowed their flesh to slip and slide in a sensual fashion. Both Winnie and Vince moaned loudly as the body contact was made. Their passions were rising rapidly and they both knew the time for orgasm was approaching. Winnie knew exactly how she was going to do it, whereas Vince was completely in the dark, not knowing what to expect next. He was a game student however, and was willing to try anything she wanted him to do.
Winnie slipped her cunt along the boy's lower belly and Vince could feel the pubic hairs rubbing against his flesh. He swallowed hard as he stared down at the womanly vagina. He had never seen one before and it was an awesome sight. He knew enough about sex to know that it was a man's job to stick his cock up into that hole and fuck it. That was where babies came from. He was no dummy!
Vince wondered if his love teacher was really going to let him fuck her! That would sure be an exciting thing, that is, if he could do it. His cock was hard enough to jam into her but he wasn't sure he would know just what to do once he got started. He wouldn't want to disappoint her and turn her off. He wanted to please her and make her happy. That was the only way he could have any fun himself.
Winnie saw the look of nervousness spreading over the boy's handsome young face. She reached down and took his little sweating hands in her own and pulled them up to her breasts.
"Feel me, PLEASE! FEEL MY TITS!"
Winnie placed his hands right on top of her breasts, at the same time shoving her chest forward so her nipples dug into his fingers in a sensual fashion.
Vince groaned loudly as his first contact with the woman's tits happened. He felt the huge orbs of squishy flesh between his fingers and decided since she had showed him what to do, and now obviously wanted him to try it himself, he would give it a go.
He began to massage both tits eagerly with his young but willing hands. He toyed with the nipples, and found that when he pinched them a little it made his teacher moan. The harder he pinched them, the harder she moaned and he kept it up repeating his motions until he had her writhing about on top of him screaming her head off with pleasure. "AH, GOD, YESSS-DO IT, YESSS!!"
Vince couldn't close his eyes for a second. He had to see every exciting thing that was happening as the hot sexy woman gyrated on top of him, keeping him pinned seductively to the sweat-covered mat.
He ran his hands all over her tits exploring every inch of the big mounds of pleasure. He stuck the nipples between his fingers and squeezed them together. The nipples were long and seemed to keep getting harder and harder the more he played with them.
"Yeeessssss, feeeeeel them, FEEEL, FEEEL," Winnie kept moaning as she felt the young boy squeezing her nipples and caressing her big tits.
Suddenly Winnie needed more. She had to have the boy suck her cunt. This wasn't in her usual plan for "first-time" seduction but she was so excited, and her student seemed so willing to learn she decided she would give it a try.
She pulled his hands off her tits and slid her cum-drooling cunt up his body, brushing his chest and his own little stiff nipples until her pussy was up against his chin.
When Vince saw what was happening he couldn't believe his eyes. Directly in front of him was her gaping cunt. He could smell the aroma from her pussy and it excited him, tickling his fancy to no end.
He stuck out his tongue instinctively and got a large portion of her flowing cunt juice on the tip of it. He pulled his tongue back into his mouth and savored the flavor of her love oil for a few long moments, then swallowed it hastily making a loud gulping sound.
"Mmmmmmm," he said, as if he had just licked a big double-scoop chocolate ice cream cone.
"Lick it, lick it GOOD!" Winnie demanded, as once again she threw her head back in ecstasy, knowing the young boy she was teaching would most definitely do his very best to please her.
Vince set out to accomplish just that. He wasn't exactly sure what the heck he was doing but he was going to give it his all!
Chapter Three
"Suck it, SUCK MY PUSSY GOOD!" Winnie moaned softly as she felt her student's young eager mouth working over her dripping cunt hole.
The juices were really flowing out of her like a leaking faucet as the boy's tongue excited her more and more. Every lick of his long wet tongue muscle sent shocks of pleasure coursing throughout her sex-hungry body.
"Mmmm, yeessssss," she purred, throwing her head back like a wild animal, giving in to the energetic cunt-lapping her young ward was administering so furiously on her pussy.
The sounds of his endeavors increased as he slurped his way deeper and deeper into her cunt hole. Vince, who was really caught up in the aroma and flavor of the woman's exciting pussy, was digging his saliva-coated tongue deeply into her inner cunt walls.
Vince found that every time he rubbed his hot tongue along the stiff little piece of flesh which was hanging down from the top of her cunt, she would writhe about and moan savagely. He would later learn that this was her clit and one of the most sensitive spots on her entire body.
Vince was moving forward in his aggressive sexual pursuit from instinct alone. He slithered his tongue deeper up her pussy as he heard her scream with pleasure. He was getting excited himself, especially when he realized how much he was turning the sensuous, older woman on with his inexperienced but eager oral attack.
"Mmmm, suck it, SUCK IT GOOOOOD," Winnie purred as the boy continued to do as he was told. Winnie writhed about on top of him, smearing her dribbling cunt across his sucking mouth, covering his thick sensuous lips with her drooling cum juices.
Winnie was starting to sweat like an animal as her passions rose to a crescendo. She was feeling the orgasms beginning to boil just beneath her surface. She didn't think it would take much to make her start to really cum. This young boy was exciting her more than she had expected and she knew the result could only be one heck of a fantastic orgasm!
Winnie suddenly realized that unless she moved away from the boy's sucking mouth she was going to shoot her load of cum right then and there. She had too many more things to try with the exciting youngster to end her pleasures prematurely. It wasn't easy but she forced herself to move her gaping dripping cunt off the boy's still sucking mouth cavity.
The cunt make a loud plunger-like suction sound as he sucked the lips desperately while she moved off him.
"Ohhhhhh," Vince moaned as he felt the beautiful woman lifting her sexy pussy hole away from his face. He was really enjoying the cunt-lapping he was giving her and he didn't want to stop it.
Winnie had decided it was time to fuck!
She realized this particular student, for whatever reason, wasn't going to require the usual "lessons" in sexual behavior most of her other children did. He was a quick learner and wasn't afraid to experiment around on his own. He was eager to have sex with her and that made her decide to get right down to some heavy fucking. Foreplay was going to be put aside for now, and good old-fashioned balling would take its place. She longed to feel his baby boy-cock slicing up between her pussy lips, spreading her apart, and sending shots of pleasure coursing through her cunt. She had to fuck him ... now!
"Please, you have to fuck me," she said softly in his ear, bending over so that her tits rubbed against his face.
Vince was overwhelmed by everything that was going on, and even if he did have any objections, which he didn't, he couldn't have uttered a sound. The sexual aggressiveness of the exciting older woman had left him speechless.
"Yes, I want to, I want to," he managed to finally blurt out, the sounds barely audible over his heavy breathing. He was slipping and sliding across on the rubber mats, which by this time had a sexy thin layer of sweat covering them.
Winnie slithered her sweating body down the boy's belly so that her pussy was directly over his little boy cock. She didn't waste any time. She took the cock in her hands and guided the bulging cock-head into her cunt hole.
"OH MY GOD, AHHH, OHHH, MMMM," Vince began to moan as she moved her cunt down over the top of his cock, pulling his little pee-pee deeply into her inner cunt cavity.
Winnie began to groan as well as she felt her sexy student's cock working its way up inside of her. This was something Winnie Young longed for constantly, the exciting feeling of a young boy cock plowing its way inside her pussy.
"Push, push it harder," she begged, as she fell over on top of him shoving her tits into his chest and crushing him into the sweaty mattress below.
"YEEESSS," Vince moaned as he felt his cock go into her cunt as far as it could go. He felt his little balls banging up against the deep furrow of her blond pussy hairs and he knew he was in all the way.
Her cunt felt tight, wet and warm around his cock and it suddenly seemed to come alive. It began to squeeze and massage his cock sensuously as Winnie contracted her cunt walls, lifting on and off his prick in a steady rhythm.
Vince pulled his hips down out of her and then shoved them up high, so his cock would bury itself between her sexy pussy once again.
Vince got into the rhythm of the mutually satisfying fuck and Winnie smiled as she realized she had a little tiger on her hands. She continued to lift on and off him, shoving her cunt repeatedly down over his cock head and short fat cock shaft.
"MMMMMM," Vince moaned as he felt it slicing into her, pushing her warm wet cunt lips further and further apart and descending deeply into the dark inner recesses of the woman's pussy.
Winnie had her eyes closed and her head arched way behind her as she rode the cock like it was a little horse. Up and down, back and forth, she rocked and rolled on the pummeling penis.
"Fuck me! THAT'S IT! FUCK ME GOOOOOOD," Winnie begged as the sweat continued to pour from her brow, her orgasm approaching rapidly. She could feel the heat of her body increasing as she continued to writhe about on top of the young boy, accepting his thrusting baby penis deeply inside her and squeezing it as hard as she could with her activated pussy.
"OH, I FEEL FUNNY INSIDE! SOMETHING'S HAPPENING! I feel, OHHH, AHHH!!!"
Young Vince was about to have his first full-grown orgasm. He felt his balls coming alive as the cum boiled within them and started to work its way up his little cock shaft, ready to explode out the piss slit at the tip of the bright purple fucking cock head.
He rammed his cock into her pussy faster and faster as this feeling overpowered him. He had jerked off before, but he had never felt like this. This time the jizz seemed to be coming up from the bottom of his feet, soaring through every pore and vein in his young body, ready to erupt at any second through his pulsating pecker. He was ready to shoot his load of cum and he felt like it was going to be a never-ending supply, an eruption that would cause the walls of the room to shake!
Winnie was doing everything she could to hold back her orgasm. She was ready to shoot, but wanted to wait until she felt the boy's cum gushing up into her, making sure he was enjoying his own stimulating orgasm and then she would let hers go.
It was getting harder for her to maintain her composure, however, as the boy sliced his cock energetically in and out of her dribbling pussy.
Just when she thought she could hold off no longer she felt the cum begin to flow out of her young charge's cock head.
"YES, MMMMMM, AHHHHHH!" Winnie screamed as the semen began to flow into her, mixing her own juices as her orgasms began to burst from her cunt hole.
"Ohhh, Miss Young, OH MYYY, AHHH," Vince kept groaning over and over as he felt the eruption taking place within the tight wet cunt walls.
Winnie's juices began to flow furiously out of her cunt hole as her orgasm took over her very being. She felt the boy's cum filling her to the brim as her own juices spewed out of her like a water fall, soaking the boy's penis and running down over his balls and squishing between his smooth-skinned muscular thighs.
Vince had reached up and grabbed both of her huge tits with his little sweaty palms as his cum had begun to shoot out of his prick. He was squeezing the orbs of womanly flesh furiously and pinching the nipples savagely with his fingers.
The energetic tit attack only added to the already high degree of sensual pleasure Winnie was experiencing over the whole thing. She couldn't get enough of this particular boy. She wanted more, much, much more, and she was determined to get it. This could not be a one-shot affair as so many of the others had been. This boy was special and a special type of relationship would have to be set up to accommodate her special feelings.
"Ohhh, yesss," Winnie moaned as the last few squirts of cum came oozing out of the boy's cock and spewed up into her cunt hole.
She finally managed to open her eyes as the last of her multiple orgasmic spasms ceased. She was shaking violently and sweating profusely, but there was a smile of undeniable pleasure spreading over her beautiful face and Vince saw it.
"Are you happy?" he asked innocently, batting his big brown eyelashes at her in a way that seemed to melt her heart.
"Oh, happier than I've ever been," Winnie purred. It was true! He had given her one hell of a fuck, especially considering the fact that as far as she knew this was probably his first fuck, certainly one of the first ones. He was too young to have had much experience in this field of love-making but he was sure a willing pupil, eager to learn, obviously eager to get into anything that would please both her and himself. He was a great little fucker all right, and Winnie was happy she had decided to seduce him.
Winnie slowly lifted off the exhausted and panting young man. She fell over on top of him gently, pushing her huge heaving breasts into his chest and crushing him into the mattress.
They hugged one another and kissed one another gently on the neck, the ears and the lips. They were like two young lovers who had just found one another and they were both happier than they had ever been.
As Winnie huddled up against the handsome young boy she thought about her life for the past ten years. It was as if it was all flashing in front of her in a sudden fit of passion, anger and sorrow. She hadn't enjoyed a particularly carefree life before she opened her dance and exercise studio in this little town of Crestwood. She closed her eyes and thought about everything that had happened to her, all of which led her to the happy point she now found herself in.
* * *
Winnie had led a relatively normal life all through high school and college. She had dated often, being an attractive blonde with a body that few men could resist, but she never found the real satisfaction she was seeking. There always seemed to be something missing. She always wanted more than her casual dates could afford her.
It wasn't that she wasn't offered more permanent alternatives. Winnie thought of how many times she had been proposed to during college. At least a dozen men had asked her to marry them-but she had turned them all down.
Winnie always had a free spirit, and although she majored in dramatic arts she wasn't sure what career she was going to follow and the last thing she wanted to do was to get tied down to some "normal" housewife drudgery.
Something happened to Winnie shortly after graduation from college which was going to change her entire life. It was something horrible, something that would take her many years to push into the back of her mind. The event would never disappear, but for a long time she could think of nothing else. The horror of the degrading turn of events stuck to her like an ugly scar that would not heal.
Winnie cringed and huddled closer to Vince as the thoughts of that horrible night she visited the city. She was on a weekend trip with her girlfriend Betty. They had decided to go to the city and see about a job and getting an apartment. Winnie had gotten very involved with dance in college, having to take certain dance classes as part of her theatrical training. She had planned on getting a job teaching in some studio if at all possible.
It was Saturday night, after midnight and her girlfriend still hadn't returned from a date. She had met a guy in the park earlier that day and he had asked her out. She hadn't wanted to go and leave Winnie all alone, especially since it was their very first night in the big city, but Winnie had insisted. Of course she had no way of knowing what was in store for her that cold night in November.
Winnie got extremely bored sitting in their hotel room watching television. She didn't have a date and didn't want one. She wanted to be by herself, but on the same hand wanted to get out and see some of the city. She wanted to do a little late night sightseeing, maybe stopping in at one of the livelier clubs for a quick drink before returning home. Betty would certainly be back by then.
Winnie slipped into a sexy tight-fitting pants suit. She checked herself out in the full-length mirror behind the closet door, and, feeling she looked as good as she was going to without more work (which she didn't feel like taking the time to do) she headed out into the cool city night.
She was surprised to find so many people up and around. There was a hustle and a bustle in the city she wasn't used to, coming from a small town and all, and it scared and excited her at the same time.
Winnie didn't know her way around at all and she decided to just walk down the street the hotel was on, as it seemed like a major avenue. She would walk until she got tired and then she would turn around and go back to the hotel, hopefully to find Betty waiting for her.
Winnie found herself getting cold almost as soon as she started walking. She had only thrown a light sweater over her shoulders and the city air was biting through her pants suit and giving her a chill.
She decided to step into what looked like a small intimate bar to get a brandy. She had no intention of picking anyone up or letting anyone pick her up. All she wanted was the warmth the brandy would give her, nothing more.
The little club was lit entirely with tiny red candles. It was so dark inside, she could hardly find her way to the bar. The room was filled with huddling couples, smoking and drinking and talking quietly. The place seemed friendly and Winnie felt as relaxed as she could be considering she was in a strange city and didn't know a soul.
She plunked herself down at the end of the bar and the bartender came over to her immediately.
"What you have, sweetie?" he said in a rough voice.
"A Brandy, please," Winnie said, as she reached into her bag for some money.
The bartender had her drink to her in a jiffy and she paid him with a ten dollar bill.
"This all ya got?"
"Yes. Is something wrong?"
"Nah, forget it," he said, and begrudgingly changed the bill for her.
Winnie didn't like the man but put him out of her mind. She turned on her stool so she didn't have to face him, and looked around the rest of the club. A loud rock song was playing on the juke box and she began to tap her foot and loosen up, as the brandy both warmed her inners and mellowed her mood.
She was just beginning to feel pretty good when a burly older man sauntered over to her. She could smell liquor on his breath but he was polite and friendly, and Winnie hated to admit it, but she was lonely. A little friendly conversation appealed to her and she said yes when he asked her if he could sit down and chat for a while.
If she had only known then what that friendly invitation was going to lead to, she would have run out of that little bar as fast as she could go.
How was she to know at the time what a monster the man would turn out to be? How was she to know how two hours with this savage man would change the entire course of her life?
She didn't, and she couldn't. She went with the feelings of the moment, being friendly with a stranger that was about to make Winnie Young a different person completely!
Chapter Four
He had introduced himself as Chuck Peterson. He told Winnie he was a salesman and was in town for a convention. Winnie believed him. Why should she think otherwise? She was young and innocent at that time and quite vulnerable. Her innocence must have been shining like a light bulb.
"Would you like to come up to my hotel room for a nightcap?" he had asked her, after they had been talking for almost an hour.
The man seemed so gentle and nice to Winnie, and she was all alone, and the company sure sounded nice-she agreed.
If only she hadn't perhaps her life would have taken a completely different course-but she had accepted and the horrible turn of events that was meant to be had transpired.
Winnie was in for one hellofa night!
Winnie had never been into a strange man's hotel room before. She had dated frequently in college but all her dates were with fine young men, men she knew from class or the campus and she always made it a practice to date them several times before balling them, if indeed she ever did.
This idea of tricking was new to her but she thought she was in the big city, so why not?
The man called for more drinks after they got to the room and by this time Winnie's head was spinning. She had to sit down on the bed-the only seat in the tiny hotel room-and pull herself together. She began to realize that what she was doing was not exactly the coolest thing.
Chuck had been drinking vodka on the rocks since they had gotten to the hotel room and by this time he was feeling no pain. Winnie's head was still spinning and she was trying to get up enough strength and direction to get up from the bed and leave the room which was beginning to close in on her like a prison.
"Hey, where the hell do you think you're going, missy?" he said, when he saw her get up to leave.
"Well, I have to be going now, I think I'll just ..."
"Not so fast, you whore, you're not coming up here and getting me all worked up and then running out on me without giving me any action, you ball-teaser!"
Winnie hadn't heard the expression before but she got the general idea as to what he was implying.
"Hey, I never said anything about-"
The man swung his hand so fast Winnie didn't even see it coming. Perhaps if she hadn't had so much to drink and her reflexes had been a little sharper, things would have been quite different. As things were, it caught her completely off guard as the man slashed his hand across her pretty face, slapping her as hard as he could.
Winnie fell back onto the bed, sprawling out on her back on the double mattress as she put her hand to her cheek to comfort the stinging blow.
The slap was like an instant awakener and no longer was Winnie inebriated. The shock snapped her back from her drunken stupor and made the horrible reality of her sticky situation become all too clear.
She decided words would be a waste of time. This man was pissed off, horny as hell, and he wanted some action. She decided after a moment of quick thought that she would play along with him, at least for a while, and then just try and get away when the opportunity presented itself.
"Okay, okay now, let's just relax," she said, taking her hand away from her face and crawling back further on the bed.
The man smiled at her as if he was sure he had won. He reached down and began rubbing the front of his ever-increasing crotch. It was getting huge as his cock beneath the surface of his black, tight-fitting pants seemed to get larger and larger.
Winnie saw the bulge of his penis and her heart started beating madly. She didn't want to have sex with the man and she was going to do her best to get out of it somehow, but as time went on, the situation seemed to grow more desperate and less in her favor.
The man haphazardly yanked off his shirt, ripping the buttons and casting it onto the floor. He wasted no time in removing his pants. He had no underwear on underneath and his huge fully-erect penis sprang to attention as the pants slipped to his feet.'
Winnie thought it was now or never. She made a dash for the door. The man dove after her, tripping over his own pants which were wrapped around his ankles, but he caught Winnie's leg and knocked her over.
He crawled up to her and slapped her once more, really hard across the face. Winnie knew it was over. Winnie knew she was going to have to give him what he wanted now. There was no escape, no fighting the huge drunken monster of a man. She was his, to do with as he pleased, and she was afraid he was going to do just that.
He picked her up after kicking his pants loose from his ankles and threw her on top of the bed. He ripped at her clothing, tearing the material, until she was down to bra and panties.
"Ohhh, what a pair of tits," he said, and he dove over on top of her and began kissing and biting her huge breasts, paying special attention to the round purplish nipples sticking out from the centers of the mounds.
Winnie squirmed in resistance beneath him, but it was to no avail. The man overpowered her, and besides, she was afraid of getting slapped once again.
"I see I'm going to have to make sure you keep still, girlie," the evil-looking man sneered. "I'm going to have to tie you up. Yes, that will be nice! A helpless little cunt for me to devour!"
Winnie begged him to let her go but he just laughed at her. He took his belt from his pants and flipped Winnie over onto her stomach, pulled her hands behind her back, and tied her wrists together securely.
Winnie began to cry. The tears streamed out of her eyes and stained the bed sheets. She was afraid for her life at this point. Here was this ugly man tying her up in some strange hotel room, where she didn't even know, and she was going to have to put up with whatever he decided to do to her. He could easily kill her and leave her there to be discovered by the police, God only knew when. She was more frightened than she had ever been before in her life-and the worst part of all was that she realized her ordeal was only just beginning.
"Ohhh, what a nice asss," the man purred as he took a good long look at Winnie's behind. She was helplessly tied and her beautiful bare butt was jutting upward. He had yanked her bra and panties off before tying her and her flesh was bare and vulnerable.
Winnie whimpered into the pillow as she thought of all the evil things he might do to her now that she was tied and he had her all alone in his room. She had never been in a position like this before and she was scared to death!
Winnie felt the evil man breathing over her rear end all of a sudden. Then his hot tongue came out of his mouth and started licking all around her ass hole. She screamed out for him to stop it and he lifted his hand high in the air and slapped her bare bottom as hard as he could.
Winnie moaned as the stinging blow caught her off guard. She couldn't see her ass cheeks but she knew from the power of the smack that her cheeks must be getting a bright red. He had really let her have it, not holding back anything in his powerful beating.
"Guess I have to shut that pretty mouth of yours up as well," the man growled. He jumped off the bed, went over to his dresser and returned quickly. In a second he had taken a handkerchief, doubled it over, and tied it across Winnie's mouth, gagging her so she couldn't make a sound other than pitiful whimpers of pain.
Winnie was bound and gagged and totally at the disposal of her captor. She was utterly incapable of defending herself in anyway. She was his to do with as he chose and she had a feeling he was going to do just that.
She was only hoping that he would not kill her. She thought she could put up with just about anything, but the constant fear that she would not walk out of the room alive would not leave her. It kept her in a constant state of fear.
Winnie heard the man walk into the bathroom and she didn't know what he was doing. She heard him opening and closing the medicine cabinet door, opening something and then returning to the room. She peeked around and saw he had a huge jar of vaseline in his right hand, and was administering it to his healthy stiff cock with the other.
Oh well, she thought to herself, I've been fucked before. I'm sure I can live through this!
What Winnie was about to find out was that this man, this horrible drunken stud, who had lured her up to his room and made her his prisoner, was about to ram his huge cock right up into her tight virgin ass hole. That was something she had never done before and it was something that was going to freak her out and change her whole attitude toward sex in general, and men in particular.
Before Winnie fully understood exactly what was happening she felt her creamy-white thighs being forced apart by the man's legs. He was mounting her from the rear! It suddenly hit her what he was up to and she freaked out! She had heard of how some girls liked getting it up the rear end before, but she had never considered it herself. Not only did the idea repulse her, but she knew it would be painful as all hell. Her instincts told her that and she was about to find out that it was even more painful than her wildest imagination could conceive.
He leaned forward and shot his tongue right up inside her pink ass hole. Winnie screamed out in protest as she felt the long wet tongue muscle slicing up between her ass cheeks.
This didn't particularly hurt, but it shook her up psychologically to know a man was having his way with her, doing what he wanted to her body and not taking her feelings into consideration one damn bit. She was infuriated and she was trying her best to squirm free-but it was useless. He had her held tight, a prisoner in his hotel room and he was going to take full advantage of the situation.
"Mmmm, ohhh, what an ass, what a beautiful round ass," he kept moaning, like some kind of a wild sex maniac. He kept shooting his tongue up into her, spreading her ass cheeks wider apart and making her ass hole juicy in rediment for the plunge of his prick which was to follow shortly.
Suddenly Winnie felt a smash on her backside. The man was actually beginning to spank her as if she was a naughty little girl and had to be punished. This was so humiliating to her pride she began to weep, not so much from the physical pain as from the psychological one.
She sobbed uncontrollably as the man continued to spank her pink bare bottom and ram his tongue deeper and deeper up into her virginous ass hole.
Just when Winnie thought she could stand the humiliation not another minute, the man stopped all action. Winnie breathed heavily, hoping that he had finished with her but she soon found out he was only catching his breath before really getting down to business and letting her have it but good!
Winnie felt the man's cock head pushing gently at first, against her pink buttonhole.
"Oh nooo, not that, nooo," she pleaded, but it was to no avail. The man was determined and her pleas for mercy only seemed to excite him all the more and make him want to fuck her from the rear with more earnest.
Winnie couldn't believe all of this was happening to her. She had just gone for a little walk in the city to get some air and see some people. She had certainly not bargained for this!
The more she squirmed around the more ardently the man shoved his long thick cock shaft down into her openly vulnerable ass hole. Winnie screamed as shots of pain coursed through her ravaged body as the cock sunk deeper and deeper inside of her.
Winnie had a tight pussy and even times when she got fucked in the cunt, it had been painful-but this was too much for her to handle.
Tears streamed down her cheeks as the man shoved his cock all the way down into her rectum. She sighed a slight groan of relief when at last she felt the man's huge cum-filled balls banging up against her bare bottom. She knew he was all the way inside her, and at least there wasn't more of him she would have to accept up her ass.
No sooner had he completed his decent, then he began to pull out of her.
"Ohhh, it's so tight, ahhh, mmm," he moaned wildly as he withdrew the vibrating blood-engorged cock shaft from the tight juiced-up ass cavity. "I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before, little Miss," he said in a seductive and evil tone.
Winnie closed her eyes and bit her lip so hard it began to bleed as once again the man shoved the full-length and width of his pummeling pecker right up inside of her, forcing her ass cheeks far apart and driving his cock home.
The man grabbed hold of her helplessly vulnerable ass with both hands and used the round firm ass cheeks for support as he began to pump his big fat cum-filled cock in and out of her tight wet canal.
Winnie continued to cry and moan in protest but the man continued to fuck her just the same.
Something happened to Winnie during that fuck in that dirty hotel room with that mean stranger. She began to hate men! Not all men, just men that were old enough to do something like this to her. What she didn't realize at that time, was that this little affair she was having was going to change her entire outlook on sex and make her quite a different woman.
Right then she had all she could do to keep from passing out, the pain was so unbearable. She felt the huge veins on the side of the man's cock shaft as they seemed to extend further and further. He was very excited. She could feel the beads of sweat from his muscular chest dropping on her back and her ass cheeks. He was getting hotter, the more he fucked her, and, she began to hope and pray he would cum.
Winnie was in an unbearable amount of pain, but she began to realize that the only way this horrible thing was ever going to end would be if she would make the man cum. She deliberately began to tighten and relax her huge round ass muscles.
When the man shoved his cock into her she would loosen her ass hole as much as she could, letting his big shaft slip down into her and separate the muscular cheeks wide.
When he went to pull out of her she would close her ass hole just as tight as she could, gripping the sides of the cock shaft firmly with her wet ass walls, almost as if she was trying to squeeze the cum right out of him.
"That's it, baby, that's it! Work that ass, work it!"
He was obviously thinking that Winnie was enjoying herself finally and had decided to cooperate. He sounded very excited at this change in attitude and Winnie let him go right on thinking she was digging the action.
She didn't make a sound. Occasionally grunts of pain came out of her but they were so low and muffled amidst the growling of sexual pleasure the man was emanating that they could have easily been taken for groans of lust.
She got into a good rhythm with the fucking cock slicing into her back portal and the harder he fucked her the more determined she became that she was going to make him shoot his load up into her behind.
"Yeeesss, ahhh," he groaned as he savagely shot his long thick cock in and out of her ass hole. He was digging his fingers into her ass cheeks as his passions rose.
Soon he could control himself no further. He had to let go. His cock and balls were aching. The ass was so tight and juicy it was sucking the cum right out of him. He could have easily fucked her all night long, it was so stimulating a fuck session, but he couldn't hold back another second. The time to cum was now!
"I'm going to shoot, I'm going toooooo," he groaned, and Winnie squeezed her buns together as hard as she could.
Suddenly as the man shoved his cock into her savagely and screamed out with an animal-like groan at the top of his voice. Winnie began to feel the cum gushing up into her behind.
The very idea of the man's semen entering her rear hole disgusted her but she wanted the thing to be over so she remained quiet.
She continued to contract her rear and the man continued to fuck her until every last bit of cum was extracted from his piss slit at the tip of his bulging cock head.
"Ohhhhhh God, ahhh, what a fuck, mmm," he said as he finally began to slow down his fucking motion.
Winnie felt his cock rapidly deflating inside her tight aching ass hole and she knew the worst was over-or so she thought.
Winnie had thought that when the man would cum he would pull out of her and let her go. After all, she had done her best to please him and he had obviously enjoyed himself. That was just the trouble, as she soon found out. The man enjoyed himself so much he wanted to do it again.
Instead of jumping off of her, he fell over on top of her, leaving his deflated cock still wedged up into her sore cum-filled cavity. He lay on top of her, moving around slowly for several long minutes and then as horror overpowered her at the very idea of getting fucked once more, the man's cock began to enlarge as if it hadn't shot a load of cum in ages.
"Please, don't do it again, ohhh, nooo," she begged, and her words set him off once more.
Before the night was over, Winnie was going to get plowed up her rear end three more times, making four back-door attacks in the course of one torturous evening.
The man jumped off her and told her to get the hell out after the last time which she quickly did. All she wanted to do was to get away from the man so he wouldn't fuck her any more up the behind. She didn't care about going to the police or the manager of the hotel or anything. She just wanted to get back into her own hotel room and take a hot bath and try to get this disgusting turn of events out of her mind.
The sun was just coming up when she left the hotel room. He had held her there against her will for hours. Betty was asleep but she woke her up and told her the whole story. Betty was shocked but Winnie got the feeling that Betty would never believe that it wasn't her fault. She got the impression Betty was assuming that since she went up to the man's room in the first place, she deserved whatever she got.
Betty wasn't her friend after that trip and Winnie knew she had a lot of thinking to do, and a lot of pulling together to do before she would ever be ready for sex of any kind with anyone, ever again.
What she didn't know was that it would be almost five years before she would lay a hand on anyone sexually, and then it would be a twelve-year-old boy!
Chapter Five
Winnie had to get away from everyone and everything after that horrible night in the hotel room with that strange and extremely cruel man.
She moved to a little town about one hundred miles from where she went to school and with the money she had saved while working at college giving dance and exercise lessons for a private dance studio, she managed to put a down payment on a tiny house where she was to take up residence for the next five years. Winnie loved her little house and the new life she was starting in the tiny suburban community. She had good references as both a beginning ballet teacher, and also a gymnastics and calisthenics coach. Her good background enabled her to land a job working for a small dance school just outside her town.
Winnie worked there steadily for several years, and even managed to take over as director of the school when her boss became ill and decided to sell out.
Winnie was beginning to feel like her old self again. She was approached many times for dates from all different kinds of men but she always turned them down flatly. The memory of her last contact with a man would flash back in her mind and the pain was still there. Other than that, her fits of depression and general uneasiness which had stayed with her for a long time after that night were becoming less frequent. All in all, things were pretty fine for her.
It was about a week after her fifth anniversary at the dance studio and she had decided to give a little party for the young boys and girls in her class.
It wasn't an elaborate affair, just cake and ice cream and all of her students. Winnie liked to be in charge when she did something, and had deliberately made the invitations to the students only and not their parents. She laid out quite a spread for them in her house and they all had a great time.
They unwound after the refreshments with some wild dancing to some old rock records Winnie borrowed from one of her young assistants at the studio. The kids really let loose.
During the wild dancing Winnie began to catch herself staring at the boy's as they gyrated about in their tight dungarees and t-shirts. It was a very informal party and most of the guys were in jeans and the girls were in tight short-shorts.
Winnie wondered why she was getting this sudden attraction for her young students. She had taught some of them for over a year and had never had a sexual thought about them before.
It was strange, a little depraved but she didn't fight the feeling. She let them out and enjoyed the rushes of excitement she was feeling in her loins as she continued to blatantly stare at the handsome young men squirm about in the middle of her living room.
Their tight dancer's muscles flexed and contracted as they continued to writhe about. Their bodies became aglow with glistening sweat and that made them even more sexy to Winnie's lusting gaze.
She felt downright indecent about what she was beginning to think but she couldn't stop herself. She hadn't loved another human being in such a long time. Her body was craving the touch of another person.
She began to look at these young boys as an alternative to rude older men, men who would have taken advantage of her in the past. With a young boy, she realized she could control the action, act as kind of a teacher. Yes, this was it! This was the answer to all her problems.
Of course Winnie saw the immediate draw-backs to her new sexual attraction. She knew it was socially unacceptable to say the least, not to mention her own moral hang-ups which could easily get in the way. All the same, she couldn't deny the fact that she was beginning to feel sexually attracted to young boys. She could already feel her cunt moistening as she gazed at one boy in particular, young Alan Ferguson, her most handsome student as he gyrated sexily about on the living room rug.
Winnie began to devise a way of keeping young Alan behind when the party was over. It wasn't too hard to work out. Alan was her favorite student, always had been. He had a natural talent for dance, excelling in both ballet and modern jazz. He moved gracefully and yet was handsome as any little man could be.
"Alan, would you mind staying behind and helping me clean up a little?" she had asked him, battering her eyelashes and Alan had agreed readily. Alan was always helping her do things around the studio and she knew he would help her unless he had to get right home for something special.
"Are you sure it's okay?" she asked.
"Sure, Miss Young. My parents are over at my mother's sister's house for dinner. They won't be back until midnight. I have plenty of time." He smiled at her and Winnie felt her knees weakening.
Winnie looked at the clock over the fireplace and saw that it was only eight. She had started the party early and they now had the whole night in which to explore the possibility of sex.
She hoped this wasn't all in her mind, and that there really was a possibility the two of them could make love together. Winnie wanted to teach the young and extremely virile-looking young man all there was to know about the joy of making love with a woman.
Winnie had not turned off to sex, just in having it with men. She had to satisfy herself all these years, so she had gotten into some heavy masturbation scenes. She would set up mirrors in front of her and ram her fingers up into her cunt, jabbing them in and out until the cum would pour out of her hole. It had satisfied her in the past because she felt there was no alternative. She wasn't interested in women and thought that was all that was left. Now she realized she had overlooked a very large percent of the population-young boys!
What better opportunity could she have? She was in contact with handsome young men all day long in her work at the studio. It was a set-up and she was feeling revitalized as the last of her guests filed out of the little house, kissing her good night and telling her they would see her the next day in class.
Young Alan stayed behind as he had promised and immediately set about picking up paper plates that ice cream and cake had been served on.
"It's very nice of you to stay and help," Winnie said, unable to resist the temptation of letting her eyes run up and down the body of the extremely virile young man.
He was only twelve, but Winnie could tell already that in a few years he would be breaking hearts left and right. Already he was beginning to break hers. He had an innocent, yet sexy quality about him, a dynamite combination that left her a little weak in the knees.
Winnie watched the boy from the other side of the room as he helped straighten things up after the rambuxious kids. He was wearing a pair of tight white pants that showed off every contour of his fine young body.
His legs were strong from all the dance classes he had taken since a young boy, and his upper body was equally well developed. The muscles in his arms were shown off beautifully in his short-sleeve white t-shirt. He was as handsome as a boy could be with jet-black eyes that seemed to burn your flesh when he flashed a smile your way.
Winnie squeezed her thighs together as she felt the cum oozing out of her pussy. She couldn't believe how excited she was becoming at the mere thought of making love with the handsome young boy.
She wondered if he had ever had sex before or if he was still a virgin. She hoped the latter held true. She could think of nothing that would please her more at this point than to teach the young stud the ropes. She wanted him to explore sex by using her body and her gentle and loving ways. She wanted to make a good lover out of him, one who would care for her and other women, not one who would rape and ravage like the last adult man she had been forced to tangle with.
It was almost as if Winnie began to feel it was her duty to train all the young men she could get her hands on to be gentle lovers. She didn't want to create weak lovers, just lovers that were caring about the women they were with and thought about their pleasures as well as their own.
"Sure is a mess," Alan said, as he walked past her and into the kitchen.
"Yeah, sure is," Winnie replied, as she glanced at the way his tight white pants showed off his buns beautifully. His tight little ass was round and firm and she longed to reach out and touch it, perhaps even kiss it. She didn't dare, however, she would have to wait and take things one step at a time. After all, these thoughts were new to her as well. She was going to be learning herself. She had never made love with a young boy before and whatever-it turned out to be like, she knew it wasn't going to be the same as with a full-grown man. It just couldn't be, he wasn't as jaded, and he wouldn't have the same size equipment that an older man would have. Winnie realized that many men were too hung up on the size of their cocks and seeing how many women they could fuck. With a young boy, it would hopefully be different, gentle and loving.
Time would tell!
"Why don't we take a little break and let the dishes soak," Winnie suggested, eager to sit down and rap with the boy. She had never been alone with him and now she wanted to be for other reasons than the latest dance steps of exercises. She wanted to get to know him personally, the way she would have wanted to get to know a date five years before.
Winnie felt like a little kid as they sat down on her love seat together. She felt her tongue going dry in her throat and beads of sweat breaking out on her forehead.
On one hand she wanted to just lunge forward and smother the beautiful little boy with kisses, but on the other hand, she knew that might freak him out and send him running from the house crying "pervert" and other such distasteful things.
Winnie had a reputation to uphold, she was well aware of that. Even though her love-making with Alan or any other boy might be beautiful to the two of them, to the boy's parents and most of the other citizens of the little community, it would be a disgusting act of perversion, pedophilia and sin.
Winnie didn't want any part of small-town moralities. She just wanted to love and be loved in a way that would leave her satisfied, and not robbed of her dignity as that horrible man had done to her.
Winnie felt her pussy becoming more damp as she sat close to the boy and gazed into his eyes. They began talking about school and home and general topics, Winnie doing her best to steer the conversation around to sex. When all sly efforts failed she decided that the direct approach was the only way.
"Tell me, Alan," she said after what seemed like an eternity of mundane questions and answers, "do you have a girl friend?"
Alan seemed to blush from head to toe.
"Gosh, no Miss Young, I'm just a kid," he said, grinning in that special way that made Winnie become even more excited than she already was.
"Oh, I don't think so. You look like a big strong boy to me. It's time you started thinking about sex ya know. Hasn't your mother and father told you about the birds and the bees?"
"No, ah no, they haven't told me anything. Oh, I've heard a bunch of stuff from the guys at school, but, well, they haven't said anything. I don't think they ever will. They don't talk much about sex, I think it embarrasses them."
Winnie liked the straight-forward and honest answer and she decided to pursue her line of inquiry further.
"You know, I would be more than happy to teach you what I could about it," she said, as nonchalantly as if she was telling him she was about to show him a new step instead of talk about something as private and otherwise taboo as sex!
"Gosh Miss Young, I couldn't have you do that, it wouldn't be right."
"Why not?" Winnie insisted. "Your parents aren't going to teach you, and I am a teacher and I hope a friend, aren't I?"
"Or sure? Gee, you're about the neatest friend I've got right now. You're swell, Miss Young," the boy conceded.
"Well?"
"I guess I'd feel kind of funny talking about sex with you. I mean you're a beautiful lady!"
Winnie was the one to blush now. She had never thought that young Alan thought of her along those lines, and it excited her and made her uneasy at the same time. She couldn't let Alan know that what she was attempting was unique for her and that she was nervous. She had to appear to be confident in her endeavors so he would think it was the most natural thing in the world and therefore be relaxed and comfortable, so they could get it on together. That was the goal she was striving for and all words and actions had to be geared toward that main purpose.
"Well thank you for the compliment, but all the more reason why I'm qualified to teach you. I know we're good friends, and I'm glad you think I'm pretty. I would be a good person for you to experiment with until you find a girlfriend of your own. I would be happy to teach you, really. You see, Alan," she said, trying another approach, "I never had a little boy of my own and I feel very close to you. It would almost be doing me a favor to let me teach you. Can you understand that?"
Alan just stared at her for a long time, thinking over what she was saying, and obviously thinking over the possibility of relaxing enough with the attractive blonde-haired woman to get into a discussion about sex.
"Well, if you really think you would like to, I guess I could sure use some hints," he finally said.
Winnie knew she had him now. He was consenting to at least talk about sex, and she felt confident she would be able to take it from there and get him into a fucking situation. After all, she would have to show him how to do it, "demonstrate", wouldn't she?
"Well now, let's see. Where shall we begin," Winnie said, now that the preliminaries were out of the way.
"Gosh, I don't know," Alan said.
"You know, I think it would be a lot more comfortable if we went into the bedroom. This couch is so stiff. How about it?" Winnie asked.
"Sure, if you want to," Alan said. It was obvious he trusted her explicitly and that was just what Winnie wanted. She wasn't going to abuse the boy, just make love to him.
She could make him happy, she was sure of it!
Chapter Six
Winnie's pussy was dripping even more love oils as she sat on the bed next to the handsome young boy. She had him where she wanted him now, and she only hoped she knew what the heck she was doing. It would be awful if she got started in this little adventure and found she couldn't continue. That would be embarrassing for both of them.
"Well now, let me see. I guess the first thing I should ask about you is if you can get an erection yet. That is, you know, when your pee-pee gets long and stiff. Does that happen to you?"
Alan blushed madly and hung his head.
"Please Alan, this is strictly to help you out. You want me to help you, don't you? There is a lot to learn and I am going to have to ask you a lot of questions, and answer a lot of questions that you will have. You can't be shy about it or we'll never get anywhere. Okay?"
He looked up and some of the bright red color left his face. "Okay, you're right. Yes, I can get a hard-on," he said.
"Hard on?" she smiled.
"Oh, I mean erection."
"No, that's okay. Where did you hear the word hard-on?"
"In school."
"Well, that's fine. I just have to know how much you know so I can teach you what you don't know and understand. The more I know about you, and let's say, well, ahhh, what you might like to do sexually, the better I can help you out. Understand?"
Winnie hoped what she was saying made sense. It was as new to her as she was sure it was new to Alan and she hoped she wasn't making a damn fool of herself.
Alan looked attentive, however, and as long as she had his interest she felt she was going to do all right.
"Have you ever masturbated?"
"Masturbated?" he said, a look of bewilderment on his handsome young face.
"Jerked off," Winnie said, trying to get on his wave length.
"Oh, shucks, yeah," he said a little shyly, once again dipping his head in his cute fashion.
"That's good. How long have you been doing that?" she queried.
"Oh, just about a month or so. When my cock started getting hard one of my buddies at school taught me how to jerk off. I really love it. What a feeling I get when the funny white stuff comes out of the little hole at the end of my pee-pee."
"That stuff is called cum," Winnie added.
"Cum?"
"Yes, cum! That is what makes babies. The cum goes up into the woman's vagina, or what you might call a cunt, and fertilizes the egg and the baby begins to develop."
"Wow, I always wondered how that all happened."
"Well, I can teach you all about that, but we can save those specifics for another lesson. I think a more practical approach would be better at this stage."
"Practical?" he said innocently.
"Yes, you know, kind of like show and tell. I will show you my body and how certain parts of it work and what they are used for. And then you can show me the same thing with your body. Okay?"
"Gosh, I don't know Miss Young, I mean, do you think it is right for us to take our clothes off?"
"Remember, I'm only trying to help you. Besides, this has to be our little secret. Okay? I mean, your mother and father would be very upset at me if they found out I was teaching you about sex when it was their job."
"But they aren't ever going to teach me anything," Alan said protesting.
"Yes, that's just what I'm trying to tell you. I'll show you all you have to know, maybe I'll even let you try various techniques out on me. You have to promise to keep this all a secret though, because most other people wouldn't understand that I'm just trying to help you out. Okay? Can you promise me that, and do you understand why?"
Alan thought for a few long seconds and then shook his head affirmatively as a wide grin of satisfaction spread over his pretty little face.
"Good. Now we can begin," Winnie said eagerly. "I think I should show you what a naked woman's body looks like. Have you ever seen one?"
"Only my mother's, and that was a long time ago when I was a little boy. I walked into her room by mistake one time she was changing. She yelled at me and told me to get out of the room quickly, which I did."
"Well, I'm not going to scream at you. I'm going to show you my body and teach you all about it, so when you get a girlfriend and begin to make love with her in a couple of years, perhaps, you will know what you are doing. Okay?
"That will be great, if you're sure you don't mind," Alan said softly.
"You just sit there and watch me. Go on, lie back and relax. This will take a little while and you might as well get comfortable," Winnie said, jumping off the bed and standing in front of her one-pupil sex-education class.
"Ready?"
"Ready," Alan said, his eyes seeming to open up wide and bright as the prospect of seeing the older and sexy dance instructor take off her clothes right in front of him.
He was anxious all right, Winnie could tell and it excited her to no end. His attentiveness was of the utmost importance. If he wasn't impressed with her or in any way turned on by her body then there would be no point in continuing. Winnie knew she couldn't make something happen unless there was at least a foundation there of some kind of attraction. The way things looked so far, all signs indicated there was a very strong attraction developing between them and she was going to take the fullest possible advantage of the situation.
Winnie turned and faced her little charge. He was stirring about uneasily on the bed, and Winnie couldn't help but notice the bulge in the front of his tight pants had grown significantly. He was actually getting a hard-on ... because of her!
Winnie was ecstatic! This was what she had hoped for, and it was only the beginning!
Winnie was wearing a long black dress, one of her favorite dresses. It fit her like a second skin. It was sexy yet simple. She never dated so her dresses were for club functions, or gatherings with her school students, such as the one that night.
Winnie began to slowly lower the zipper in the back as she saw the expression on the boy's face change to one of pure lust and excitement. He continued to stir uncomfortably on the bed and the little bulge in the front of his tight pants got larger and larger.
Winnie smiled as she pulled the zipper all the way down and slithered out of the dress, throwing it onto a chair on the side wall of the tiny bedroom. Her huge double bed almost filled the room so she wasn't very far away from the young boy's sexy little body. The closeness began to excite her as she felt his eyes roving up and down her near-naked torso. She was wearing a matching pair of black-laced panties and bra. The bra was cut low and showed off a good portion of her oversized breasts. The panties were bikini cut and dipped low on her crotch, showing just the slightest trace of blonde pubic hair.
"Yes, that's it, look at me! Look me all over! This is what a woman's body looks like. Do you like it?"
"Ah, well, ah yesss," he managed to spit out, "wooowww," he moaned, "you're beautiful."
"Thank you. Thank you very much, Alan," she said, gracefully accepting the compliment. Things were rolling along pretty well at this point and Winnie had no reason to believe what she was doing would get her into any kind of trouble. However, she wasn't counting on falling madly in love with the boy, which is what eventually happened.
"Now these are my tits, I'm sure you know that. But what you must realize is that they are very sensitive to a woman. Most women like to have their tits touched and kissed. Also, remember that the nipples are very sensitive as well. They are these two little points sticking out at the tips."
Alan's mouth was hanging open as Winnie proceeded to undo her bra and let her huge tits hang out free and clear of any restraints. They were naked to his lustful young gaze and he stared at them wantonly.
"Ohhhhhh, ahhhhhh," young Alan moaned as he gazed at the naked breasts hovering over him, so close he could touch them if he just reached out.
The boy looked nervous but eager at the same time. He looked confused, bewildered but certainly ready to explore anything that might happen. His shyness was rapidly being replaced by his natural lustful instincts and this was making Winnie quite happy indeed.
It was pleasing the sexy older woman to know she still had what it took to turn someone on. It had been so long since she had enjoyed sex with another person, she had wondered if she still had any sex appeal left. The young boy looking at her wantonly on the bed was proof she did!
Winnie began to get into a little exhibitionism as the young boy watched her with his mouth wide open with anticipation and excitement.
She started grabbing her huge breasts and squeezing them seductively so that the large purple nipples stuck way out in front of the huge orbs. The valley of cleavage between her boobs kept deepening and opening up as she squeezed the piles of pleasure flesh together in a steady and sensuous rhythm.
"Mmmmmmm," young Alan moaned as she continued to massage, her breasts. When she realized she had the boy's full attention and that he was becoming more excited, she wanted to turn him on all the more. It was like a chain reaction. The more excited he became, the more she wanted to parade in front of him.
Winnie stuck two fingers into her saliva-filled mouth and coated her little appendages and then proceeded to rub her fingers over her tits, paying special attention to the nipples.
The nipples glistened from the spit and she squeezed them until they became stiff, like two tiny spears ready for battle.
"See how the nipples become hard when they are excited?" Winnie, still under the pretense of teaching, explained to the young excited boy.
"Oh yes, I see, I see," he gasped. "It is quite interesting."
Winnie knew he was holding his excitement back and that he was no more into a classroom atmosphere than she was, but they were both going to play the game, at least until their sexual urges totally overpowered them and they gave in to then-mutual need for lust and satisfaction.
"Would you like to touch them?" she asked, hoping desperately the answer would be yes.
"Ohhhhhh, would I ever," the boy said, sitting up on the bed and immediately moving to the edge so he could just reach up and grab the woman's sexy saliva-coated titties.
"Let me see your hand then," Winnie said, reaching forward and taking the boy's little eager hand in her own. She felt the sweat on his palm and knew he was getting quite excited from all this hot sex action.
She took his little hand and placed it right over her right tit.
"Ohhhhhh, yeeesss," she moaned, "that makes me feel so good. Please, play with my tit. Feel it now, squeeze the nipple ... go ahead, I want you to, pleeeeeease!"
The boy didn't wait for any further encouragement. He reached up with his other hand, so that he had a hold of each one of her tits, and began to work them over in his fingers.
He massaged the flesh eagerly as the sexy older woman threw her head back and moaned out gasps of pure pleasure.
The boy's touch excited Winnie even more than she had anticipated. Not only was this the first time another human being had touched her body in any sexual way in over five years, but also it was the first time an innocent young child was touching her and that made it especially exciting.
"Yeeesss, ahhhhhh, ohhhhhh my God, am I feeling gooooood," she groaned as the boy continued to be fascinated with her huge breasts and play with them feverishly.
"They're so soft and mushy, mmm," young Alan said as he continued to massage the breasts energetically.
"You know, something else that turns a lady on is when a young man kisses her titties. Would you like to try that?"
"Ohhhhhh, Miss Young, reeealy?" the boy said, half scared and half excited.
"Sure. You go ahead and try it. You can do it, I'm sure you can. Don't be afraid, I think you will find you like it a great deal. Pleeeeeease do it," she begged.
"Okay, if you're sure it's okay," the boy said, and wasting no more time he dropped his hands, leaned forward and tentatively touched Winnie's right nipple with the tip of his little tongue.
"Mmmm, yeeesss," Winnie purred like a sexed-up kitten as she felt the boy's slippery tongue toying with the tip of her nipple. Her nipple became even stiffer as he continued his oral attack and she moved forward slightly so her tit was pushing up against him and more of her tit sunk into his mouth.
Young Alan opened his mouth wide and tried to pull as much of the tit as he could inside his oral cavity. Because he was just a boy, and also because he lacked in experience, there wasn't very much of the tit he could manage to swallow but what he could get inside excited the dickens out of Winnie.
"Yes, suck it, suck it goood," she purred as more of her heaving breast sunk between his saliva-coated lips. The boy seemed to be a natural lover. Either that, or he was sure learning fast, which meant she might be one heck of a sex teacher. In any event, she was pleased with the outcome of this, her very first attempt at seducing a young child.
Something told Winnie this was the only beginning and that many more hours of pleasure with young boys lay before her. She felt if she could play her cards right, pick her sex students carefully and swear them all to secrecy before beginning, that there was no reason she couldn't have a happy sex life with her young charges.
Winnie felt alive again, almost as if she had rejoined the human race. By avoiding her own sexual urges and need for human to human contact, she had denied herself many pleasures. It hadn't been until this alternative of fooling around with young boys happened into her life that she thought she would ever enjoy the many pleasures she knew sex could afford her.
Winnie reached down and twirled her fingers through the boy's jet-black curly hair. She moved his head back and forth on her tit as he continued to suck it.
"Slide over to the other one, ahhh, yeeeeeessssss," she purred like a kitten, as he took her advice and slid his still sucking mouth over to her left tittie.
"Suck it, suck it goood," she cried as he went to work on her other tit.
Without further encouragement, other than her moaning and groaning, the boy proceeded to slip and slide all across her chest, taking first one tit and then the other into his mouth and sucking away on it feverishly.
Winnie's nipples were getting extremely sensitive, and were remaining quite stiff as the boy continued to suck and nibble away on them.
She felt the juices pouring out of her cunt in anticipation of what was to come. She knew that things had been pretty easy so far, but this was all foreplay. Whether or not he would eat her pussy, and then perhaps stick his stiff little boy cock up her juicy cunt remained to be seen. She could only hope that that was what was going to happen, because more than anything she had ever wanted in her life before, that was what she wanted.
She wanted to join together with this boy in spirit and in body, she wanted to fuck the living daylights out of him if at all possible.
The more Alan sucked her titties the more he seemed to want to. He reached up and grabbed hold of them once again, kneading the flesh with his eager little fingers as he kept sliding back and forth from one to the other, sucking every inch of her breasts with his lapping saliva-dripping mouth.
"Mmmmmmm," was all he kept saying as he continued to suck the woman's big tits. He was rocking about on the bed on his knees, actually holding onto her boobies to balance himself or he would have surely fallen off the bed.
"That's it, suck them, ahhh," Winnie moaned to encourage him to continue. She could have let the boy suck her titties all night long, it was feeling so good, but she soon realized that the night was slipping by and since he had to be home by eleven or so, there was much more to be done.
She had many more sex lessons to teach her young student and she now realized he would be eager to learn everything she could teach him. Not only would he listen intently, but he was going to be more than willing to put into practice her teachings. He was going to take her up on her offer to use her body as a practice dummy. She couldn't wait to offer her pussy to his eager mouth. She was convinced he would attack her crotch with all the gusto he attacked her tits.
She had to find out!
She began to push down on the top of his head with her hands until his mouth slipped off her tits. He didn't look up and ask her what she was doing. He just continued to suck and lick every inch of skin that his eager mouth came in contact with.
The saliva poured out of his mouth like it was an open faucet as he swirled his tongue back and forth across her rib cage, and then as Winnie pushed him downward, across her bare belly.
The boy could smell the odors of Winnie's cum-soaked crotch as his face was pushed closer and closer toward her cunt. His chin brushed up against her black-laced panties and he moaned loudly.
"You like that? You like Winnie's pussy?" Winnie said in her sexiest voice.
"Ohhh, Miss Young, mmmmmm," he groaned and let his head be shoved lower.
"Pull my panties down with your teeth. That's a sexy way to take a woman's undies off. I would like you to do that. Please?"
Winnie realized she was still playing the part of the instructor, but now it was exciting her and adding to her pleasure, not getting in the way.
"Mmmm, ohhh my God, Miss Young, I, I, ahhh," he grunted and then without further ado proceeded to pull her undies down with his teeth, exposing her cum-soaked crotch.
It was pussy time for Alan, his very first and Winnie knew it would hardly be his last!
Chapter Seven
"Don't be afraid," Winnie pleaded, as she felt the boy hesitating now that his first womanly cunt was staring him right in the face. "Stick your tongue out and lick it. Taste the juices that are flowing out of it. Please, Alan, nooowww," she groaned.
Alan was obviously a little nervous about tasting his first cunt. The tits had been easier to attack. They didn't seem to pose a threat to his inexperience ... but a cunt, he just didn't know if he could hack it. He didn't want to disappoint the beautiful woman teacher. He was afraid, but decided he had gone this far and he would be foolish to not at least try to eat the cunt a little, especially since it was being so unselfishly offered to him for consumption.
"Okay, I'll try," he said softly, looking up at Winnie's grinning face.
Winnie rested on his shoulders for support. She dug her fingernails into his muscular flesh and lifted her thighs high, slipping out of her clinging black-laced panties. She was now totally nude and felt free and uninhibited. She was convinced she had made the right choice in Alan, and in attempting to seduce such a young and vulnerable boy.
Winnie threw her head back and closed her eyes in ecstasy as Alan leaned forward and gently touched her oozing clit with his saliva-coated tongue.
"Ohhhhhh," Winnie groaned instantly upon first contact.
Alan stopped and looked up at her.
"Are you okay, Miss Young?" he asked, apparently not sure if his actions were turning her on or not.
"Ohhhhhh, yes, please don't stop, I love it, I love it," she purred like a kitten in heat.
Alan returned to his present endeavor, his first cunt-lapping job. His tongue was slow but steady as it began to explore the outer regions of the swelled and drooling cunt.
He continued to probe her pussy, spreading the cunt lips wide apart, and running his tongue along the underside of the strange stiff piece of flesh that seemed to excite Winnie every time it was touched.
"Oh, that's my clitty ... suck it, play with it. Women like to have their clitties played with, ohhh, yes, ahhh," she continued moaning as the boy returned his full attention to her quivering clit.
Winnie was in heaven. She had never remembered any of her love-making prior to her rape being this nice. Even the guys that were gentle and loving couldn't have held a candle to this inexperienced plundering boy. Perhaps it was that very inexperience and youthful clumsiness that excited her and made her want more and more. She wasn't sure exactly why her cravings had turned so passionately toward the very young, but right now she didn't care. All she cared about was the lust that was surging through her veins and bringing her pleasure.
"Mmmmmmm, that's it, deeper! Send that tongue of yours deeper into my cunt. Feel my cunt walls, that's it, ohhh, ahhh," Winnie groaned as she felt the boy's probing wet tongue slicing up into her, diving inside her cunt and making her shake all over with orgiastic convulsions.
The juice was flowing steadily out of her pussy and Winnie began to hear a loud slurping sound. She opened her eyes and saw that her young student was now taking the liberty of drinking in her cum.
"Oh yes, that's it, yes, drink it all up, mmmmmm, doesn't it taste good? Do you like it? Oh, don't stop, don't stop!"
The only response coming from Alan at that time was a continued loud moaning sound as he kept at his cunt-lapping, and now cunt-drinking.
Alan's inexperience was not holding him back, at least not any longer. He was obviously enjoying himself and making the best out of the opportunity that Winnie had given him for exploration and sexual knowledge.
Alan enjoyed exploring inside her cunt. It was the first pussy he had ever had the chance to touch and lick, and he was getting off on it.
He could feel a strange exciting feeling surging through his cock and balls as his stiff cock rubbed against the thin cotton material of his tight slacks. He couldn't remember ever feeling like this before, and if this was what sex was all about. He was sure glad the sexy woman was turning him on to it.
He loved it!
Alan began smearing his face up against the woman's cunt, letting the juices cover his mouth and lips, drinking in what he could and letting the rest rub into his skin. He breathed deeply the sweet aroma of the pussy and let the tantalizing fragrances sink into his excited nostrils.
He liked everything about the cunt, from the way it felt against his mouth to the way it tasted between his lips. He savored the moment for all it was worth, hoping that it would never end.
Winnie could have let the boy eat her out all night long if it wasn't for the fact that they were limited in time, and also that she wanted to move on to further exciting lessons in sexual technique and enjoyment.
"Ohhh, please stop, please stop, you are making me too excited, ohhhhhh," Winnie groaned. It was true. If she had let him suck around in her cunt much longer she would have had to shoot her cum, reaching a premature orgasm when there was so very much more to do with the boy.
Yes, they had to move on to bigger and better things!
"Let's lie down," Winnie said in a voice that was almost a whisper. She was so consumed with their sexual affair she hardly had any breath left in her.
Alan didn't argue. He lay down on the bed on his back and waited as the huge woman, towering over him, moved back onto the bed.
"Now I'm going to show you how many-sensitive spots you have on your body, and the types of things you can expect from a woman when she is making love to you," Winnie said, a lust burning in her eyes that almost frightened the young boy.
"Lift up," Winnie asked as she pulled off the boy's tight-fitting t-shirt.
Winnie had never seen the boy's naked chest. He always wore some kind of a shirt of dance-skin when in her class. His body was well-defined as his tight-fitting t-shirt had hinted. It was far more beautiful to look at in its naked form however, and the sight excited Winnie and made her cunt ooze all the more.
Winnie wasted no time. She fell over on top of the boy and shoved her huge saliva-coated titties against his chest. She ground them into the boy, digging her nipples into his tender young skin as she let her long blonde hair cover his face.
Winnie threw her mane back and fell over on the boys mouth. This was the first time their lips met and she parted his lips with her tongue immediately, shooting her long wet muscle up into his mouth cavity.
The boy reached around with his arms and squeezed the sexy older woman as tight as he could. He heard her groan as he squeezed her even tighter and it excited him tremendously.
"Mmmm, kiss me, kiss me," Winnie demanded, taking her mouth off the boy's lips only long enough to sputter the command, and then plowed right back down on top of him once again shoving her tongue up between his lips.
The boy opened his mouth as wide as he could and took the tongue attack in stride. He kissed her back as feverishly as he could as feelings he never knew existed coursed through his young body and excited him so much he began to feel a bit of that strange gooey white liquid oozing out of his prick. He was getting very hot now that his mouth was pressed close together with his sexy teacher's.
They kissed and kissed as Winnie began to slip and slide back and forth on top of the boy, rubbing her tits against his chest as their sweating bodies fused together in one blissful and erotic union of pleasure.
Winnie let the spit pour from her mouth into that of the boy's and found he was ready to accept it happily. He spit some of his own hot mouth juice back into her cavity and Winnie drank the saliva in hungrily.
They kissed for a long time, until Winnie was once again reminded of the time and decided to move on. She wondered for a quick moment if she would ever have the luxury of having Alan, or any body for that matter for as long as she wanted him. Was that too much to ask? She hoped not!
Winnie broke the kiss with a loud slurping sound and slid her wet tongue and lips down over the nape of the boy's neck. Alan responded by arching his head back into the large pillow at the head of the bed, letting the woman have full access to his throat.
Alan began to groan and moan as he felt the woman's persistent tongue exploring his sensitive neck, kissing and nibbling her way around from one side to the other, toying with his Adam's Apple and sucking on the tender skin feverishly.
Winnie continued to move down over the boy's body, not stopping to explain what she was doing, feeling that the boy's positive responses were indication enough that he knew what was going on and was enjoying every single second of it.
She shot down to his little nipples and was delighted to find them already stiff in anticipation of her oral attack. She sucked first one and then the other into her mouth slipping and sliding between them until she had Alan writhing about like a mad-man beneath her.
She let the spit flow freely from her mouth and soon she could smear her face against his chest, rubbing her mouth and nose against his sweat and her spit, letting the odor and the feeling overpower her as she gave herself completely to the inexperienced but eager youth.
She continued to inch her way down over the rippling belly muscles. All the exercising and dancing the boy had done since he was very small had paid off, leaving him with a well-developed body, especially for his age.
His muscles, although they still had a long way to go to be anything like an adult male, were nonetheless clearly exhibited and well defined. Winnie had always admired strength and she didn't have to give up that exciting feeling of powerful muscles just because she was fooling around with a young boy. Alan had everything to offer her ... and then some!
She nibbled hard against his chest and belly, biting the washboard muscles between her teeth, toying with his belly button and depositing a large portion of hot wet sticky saliva in the little hole. She would leave the pool of spit there a second or two and then drink it up with a loud slurping sound, only to deposit it back in the hole once again.
Alan giggled and squirmed about as she began moving down on his belly, inching his way closer and closer to his crotch, and his little stiff pee-pee. Alan wondered if the woman was going to take his penis into her mouth, the way he had taken her cunt into his. If she did do this, he wondered what it was going to feel like. He could only guess, but assumed it would excite him very much, maybe even make him cum the way jerking his own cock off always did. He would just have to wait and see. Everything the woman did was fantastic and he knew she wouldn't disappoint him no matter what she tried.
Alan writhed about on the bed as Winnie began to undo his belt and then unzipped his fly. She pulled his pants all the way down and off his body and he was naked except for a pair of extremely brief and tight nylon underpants.
Winnie gasped when she saw the big bulge in the front of the boy's sexy underwear. He had quite a little hard-on. His cock was small compared to a man's, but just the same it looked more than adequate enough to plow into her pussy and bring her the orgasm she now longed for.
If it was the last thing she did that night Winnie was going to manage to get the cock up inside her. She just had to!
Winnie slipped her hands under the boy's ass and felt the hard ass muscles in her fingers. The boy's ass was like a rock from all the dance work he had done and she kneaded her fingers into his flesh and enjoyed the sensuous feeling of his ass cheeks against her skin. She quickly jerked the underpants down off him, all the way over his ankles and threw them over onto the chair.
His little boy cock was standing up proud and strong. It was much larger than Winnie had suspected, even though it was still far from man-sized, which to Winnie didn't mean a whole lot. Long ago Winnie had forgot about the size of a man's cock as a means to turn her on. The man who had raped her had taken care of that for good!
"Oh, it's so beautiful," she said to Alan as she gazed wantonly at the little cock. It was shaking violently and there was a tiny pool of pre-orgasmic cum on the very tip. It looked thin and filmy, not like the heavy thick cum that shot out of most men's cocks, and the sight of the fluid drove Winnie nearly out of her mind.
Not wasting another second in conversation or thought, she bent over the boy's pee-pee and pulled the first inch or so of the little cock into her mouth.
The taste of cum shot through her nervous system, pleasing and exciting her to no end. She plunged down all the way onto the cock, pulling the entire thick little shaft into her mouth and began sucking on it feverishly.
Winnie had planned a whole drawn-out attack on the boy's penis, teasing him before she actually started sucking away on his pecker, but once she tasted the cock on her lips she couldn't resist it for another second and had to attack immediately.
Winnie began to suck up and down on the cock violently as the boy writhed about beneath her on the bed.
"Mmmm, ohhh myyyyyy," the boy groaned as he felt the hot woman's sexy mouth on his penis. He could feel her warm juicy lips sucking the sides of the shaft, caressing the cock head, and darting all around the sensitive skin.
"Mmmm," Winnie chimed in as the aroma from the boy's crotch permeated her nostrils. She inhaled deeply, enjoying the refreshing smell of his cock and balls and the sweat formed there, mixing with the little trickles of boy-cum that were oozing out of the piss slit.
Winnie loved the feeling of the boy's cock in her mouth. It was so much easier to control and so much more exciting than a man's full-grown prick.
She could suck all of it effortlessly, giving the cock shaft and cock head much more sucking power and oral attention than if she was sucking a huge man's prick.
She liked being able to really devour the penis in her mouth and she set about doing just that. She pulled the cock shaft into the backmost recesses of her saliva-drenched mouth.
Winnie slipped her hands under the boy's ass once again and began to fondle his round rock-hard ass cheeks. They felt so firm and exciting to her touch. She began to moan and groan as she sucked his cock even harder and caressed his buns with ardent determination.
She pulled his cock up into the back of her mouth by pulling up on his ass cheeks. She dug her fingernails deeper and deeper into his buttocks and he responded by squirming about under her touch. It was obvious he was enjoying her anal attention.
Winnie decided to try something. She pulled her hand to her mouth and spit out some saliva onto her right index finger. She returned to sucking his little stiff boy cock and at the same time she started toying with his ass hole, using the saliva-coated finger as her tool of sensuality.
She shoved it back and forth across the ass hole and found the boy squirming about wildly as her finger touched the sensitive virginous area.
With one gentle but determined shove she sent, her finger right up into his behind.
"Yeeeohhh," the boy yelled, but he didn't move away from her. It had caught him more by surprise than caused him pain, and now that he had relaxed he was beginning to enjoy the finger imbedded in his ass hole.
Winnie got into a steady rhythm with finger and mouth. She would suck all the way down to the very base of the boy's cock shaft as she slid the saliva-coated appendage slowly up into his ass hole.
The double sensation was obviously pleasing him because he was writhing about madly on the bed. He began to tighten and relax his ass muscles, sucking the finger right up inside his ass hole.
Winnie felt her own excitement rising to an all-time high. She could feel the cum juices slowly oozing out of her gaping pussy as she continued to suck the boy's cock and ram her finger up his ass hole.
Everywhere her fingers on her mouth seemed to go she had the delightful pleasure of feeling firm young flesh. She quickly thought of the men she had dated, and the turn-offs some of them were with their flabby underdeveloped bodies. Alan's flesh was taut and firm and it excited her.
Winnie had forgotten she was supposed to be teaching the boy about sex, at least for the moment. She was giving in to him completely, letting her hair down so to speak, and not holding anything back. She was being herself, and letting her pent-up sexual desires come bursting to the surface. She had suppressed them for far too long a period of time. Now she was going to let herself go, let herself enjoy fully the eager young man she was presently overpowering with her sensuous ways.
At least for the moment, Alan was hers ... and that was all that mattered!
Chapter Eight
Winnie realized that her oral attack on the boy's cock was leaving him breathless. He was panting wildly as she sucked on his shaft and she felt he would surely cum if she didn't slow down. There were still avenues of pleasure to explore with the handsome virile youngster and she didn't want a premature ejaculation to spoil things. Time was still a consideration however and she knew she was running out of it. There was just one more thing she wanted to try before she got the boy to fuck her-sixty nine!
"Mmmm, ohhh, don't stop, don't stop, I feel funny, ohhhhhh," Alan moaned passionately as Winnie slowly let her sucking lips slip over the end of the throbbing cock head.
He gasped and looked at her, and then down at his shaking cock. Winnie looked at it too. It looked like it was going to cum any second and Winnie knew she had stopped just in the nick of time.
"Did you like that, Alan?" she asked the boy, knowing the answer before he opened his mouth.
"Yes, ohhh, did I ever," the boy said, his eyes half-closed in ecstasy.
Winnie leaned over his face and kissed him quickly and gently on the lips. He responded by shooting his own wet tongue up into her mouth but she didn't encourage the kiss. She was eager to move on to other areas of the boy's body and other areas of sexual fulfillment.
Winnie slipped her crotch over the boy's face and then fell down on top of his crotch once more, this time pulling both his balls into her mouth as she smothered his face with her drooling pussy.
The sixty-nine position was one of Winnie's favorites even though she hadn't thought of doing it in five years. It was amazing how many things she had put out of her mind after the brutal rape. Sex and men were just cast aside and masturbation had sufficed. But now it was time to step out of her shell, time to rejoin the human race once more-this time with the aid of this beautiful young boy.
Winnie wondered if Alan was only the start of something much bigger. Would she turn from one young boy to the next, continually searching for the young child she could somehow call her own? Or would Alan be her one true love for all time to come. Somehow she doubted it, but all these things would be thought about in great detail after this little affair was over with. Right now she had to leave all of her concentration focused on the boy and the mutually satisfying orgasm she knew was about to transpire between them.
Young Alan's head was spinning. So many new and exciting things were happening to him at once, he didn't know if he was going or coming. All he knew was that he loved this beautiful woman spread out on top of him and he wanted to make her happy, because she was obviously doing everything she could to make him feel good.
Alan reached around the huge ass smothering his face and dug his fingernails into the smooth-skinned flesh. He loved the feeling of his teacher's firm ass and he played with tender taut skin feverishly.
The juices from the woman's pussy were dripping down onto his lips and he opened his mouth wide and started eating her out once again.
As he rammed his tongue up into her snatch, making sure that he tickled the little stiff piece of flesh that he knew brought her shivers of pleasure, he felt both of his balls being sucked and thrown around in her eagerly licking mouth.
The sounds of pleasure increased. Slurping and gurgling could be heard in the room as the couple sucked away on each other's private parts.
The juices were flowing out of the sex-starved woman's cunt and dripping into the boy's sucking mouth. On the same hand pre-orgasmic boy juices were dribbling out of the piss slit at the tip of the boy's throbbing cock shaft, as the woman continued to eat his balls like a mad woman.
"Ohhh, spank my bottom, pleeease, spank me," Winnie groaned. She hardly knew what she was saying, she was so caught up in her love-making endeavors. It was just that she suddenly had the biggest urge to feel the boy's bare palm across her spread-eagled and helplessly vulnerable buttocks. She didn't know if he would do it, much less if he would enjoy it, but she had to ask all the same. She wanted to try everything with this stud. That was what he had become in her mind, a little stud, underdeveloped maybe, but a stud just the same.
Alan had long since given up trying to figure any of this out. Everything that had happened since the other kids had left the party had been a surprise and a shock to him but he was learning that when he tried something the woman suggested or began doing herself, he was always in for a surprise of delight and pleasure.
He decided quickly to do what she asked of him. She wouldn't steer him wrong, or ask him to do anything that he wouldn't get a kick out of.
He raised his hand high in the air as he felt her sucking even harder on his love balls, which by this time were aching from the cum that was boiling inside them.
"Yeeessssss," Winnie said, as she anticipated the slap her firm round exposed ass cheeks were about to get.
No sooner had the thought crossed her mind when she felt the stinging blow on her buttocks. He had hit her much harder than she had expected. She thought he would more than likely work up to a heavy spanking, just teasing her at first with little love taps, but he had started right out with a savage pummeling.
She had barely time to scream out and catch her breath when the little boy had begun spanking her again. Over and over he slapped her round reddening buttocks as he continued to lick her cunt. The juices were streaming out of her pussy now, the flow being increased by the excitement coursing through her sex-starved body by the bare-ass spanking. She was finding it extremely exciting and wanted more ... much more!
"Spank me, spank me son, spank your teacher, spank her goooddd, ahhh, yes, that's it, mmm," Winnie groaned and screamed as he continued to belt her bare bottom.
Winnie slipped her mouth off the balls letting the little sacs slip back down to the boy's sweating groin, and once again plunged her mouth down over the top of the boy's cock.
She pulled the entire shaft into the backmost recesses of her sucking mouth and went to work exciting him as much as she possibly could. Loud slurping sounds could once more be heard as Winnie slid her eager hot wet lips up and down on the vibrating and vein-protruding shaft of cock meat.
"Oh yeeesss," the boy groaned, taking his mouth off her dripping pussy just long enough to utter those words, and then once again jamming his tongue up into her snatch hole with furious short little jerking strokes.
Young Alan was really getting excited spanking his teacher. He started doing it just because she had asked him to but now he was doing it because he loved it. He was getting more and more excited with every stroke of his open fist onto her bare bottom.
He liked the stinging sensation on his hand when his skin hit hers, and the loud smacking sound that was made. He also liked the way the sexy older woman screamed out every time his hand hit her ass cheek.
Winnie tightened and relaxed her ass muscles as the boy continued pummeling her posterior. She was sweating like an animal and feeling more wild pleasure than she had previously imagined possible. This boy and this little adventure was turning out to be much much more than she had bargained for. She was in a sexual bliss previously untouched in her life by anyone or anything. It was ecstasy!
Winnie could stand it no longer. The time to fuck was at hand. She wanted to feel that hot little boy cock shooting up into her pussy hole, slicing her in two, pushing her cunt lips far apart, teasing her clit, and driving right down into the center of her love hole.
She wanted to be fucked until she came and came, and then came some more. She wanted to reach an orgasm like the types of orgasms she had reached when she fucked guys years ago, only this time it would be even better ... she was sure of it!
"You have to fuck me, you have tooooo, pleeease," she whispered after the boy slowed up his ass-beating long enough for her to get a word in edgewise.
Alan was shocked. It was funny, but he hadn't thought about that. All of this other stuff was kind of like getting a sex education class first hand, the sucking and the spanking and the fingering and pussy licking and all, but actually fucking the older woman, well, he didn't know if he would be able to do that or not. She was so much more mature than him, and his cock was just a small thing compared to what she was probably used to and it was making him feel very insecure.
Winnie could feel the tenseness spread throughout the boy immediately. She felt him stiffen up and his breathing slow down. He was getting turned off and she knew he was scared. It was the moment of truth and he was afraid of failure. She would have to get him to relax, make him regain his confidence, and she had to do it fast!
"Oh, baby," she said in a comforting tone, swinging her lush oversexed body around so that once again she was facing the same way on the big bed as her young frightened lover was facing. "Don't worry, sugar, it's all right."
"I don't know, Miss Young, I, ah, well I don't think I can-"
"Nonsense," Winnie said, cutting him off in mid-sentence, "you can't think negative. You are a beautiful boy, and you are the sexiest thing I've laid eyes on in years and years. I want to make love with you, I have to make love with you. I want to teach you how to fuck just like I taught you how to suck and kiss and everything else. I know you will like it, and don't worry about pleasing me. You will make me happier than I've ever been before in my life, I'm sure of it."
"But-"
"No buts! You just relax now, and remember, this is no contest or anything like that. If we have trouble, which I don't think we will, then we'll try again, and again, and again. We'll keep trying until it works perfectly. Okay? I sure have the time and I'm willing, aren't you?"
"Oh sure, Miss Young, I want to ... it's just that-"
"Okay then," she said, not wanting to hear another negative word from the young boy, "you just let me show you the way, you handsome little devil!"
With that, Winnie proceeded to position herself on top of the boy. She felt the riding position, placing her body on top of his and pulling his cock up into her cunt might be the easiest for him to start with. This way he could just lie there on his back, and play with her tits to keep him excited and his mind off the actual fuck until the penetration was achieved and the rhythm had gotten underway.
Alan was scared shitless. He couldn't believe how paranoid he was becoming over his first fuck. He had really become relaxed and had been digging what was going on up to this point, but this fucking had him worried.
"Ohhhhhh, mmm, ahhhhhh," the young boy groaned as the sexy older woman, tits flailing in front of her like mountains of pleasure, grabbed his stiff little juicy cock and placed it right in front of her cunt hole.
"Now just push forward slowly," she said, and with her help he proceeded to shove the first inch or so of his cock head into her cunt.
"Oh my God, ahhhhhh," she groaned, "it feels so beautiful. That's it, further, push it in further. Ohhh, stick it way up in me. Yeeesss," she continued moaning, "I need it soooooo bad!"
Winnie meant it, too. She needed this fuck more than she had ever needed anything before in her life. It would once again make her feel like an alive human being.
She only pretended that things were okay with her the past five years, but masturbation robbed her of the one thing that she loved more than anything else ... human contact. She loved to kiss and hug and fuck, it was just nasty older men that she couldn't handle any more. This young boy was going to free her of all of her own hang-ups, and give her a reason for existing once more. She knew he could never understand how happy he was making her.
"Mmmm, oh that feels so good, that's it, a little more, push a little harder! Ohhh, you're doing so gooooood," she groaned.
She wasn't pretending. Sure, she wanted to encourage the boy and make him feel like he was doing great, but she didn't have to lie. He was doing great and he was exciting the blazes out of her.
Winnie didn't have to guide the cock any more. The boy was beginning to relax and get into the descent of his boy-cock up into her juiced-up womanly cunt hole.
Deeper and deeper the thick little shaft went up inside her until she finally felt his little cum-bloated balls slamming up against her hot and juicy pussy mound.
The boy stopped for a minute gasping for breath as he enjoyed the feeling of the inside of the woman's cunt surrounding his cock and massaging the shaft with its tender folds of pussy flesh.
"Ohhh, Miss Young! Ohhhhhhhhh!"
He was beginning to learn what a man-to-woman fuck was all about and he was liking it. His feelings of inadequacy about his age and the sexy woman he was making it with were rapidly disappearing as his sexual urges overpowered him and consumed his very being.
"Mmmm, yeesssss," the handsome virile lad groaned as he felt the woman starting to lift off him.
Winnie contracted her pussy muscles tightly around the little shaft up inside her. Actually, it wasn't that small. Compared to the size of the cock on the man who had raped her, of course it wasn't much, but as far as cocks went, it wasn't bad. It was certainly more than adequate enough to give her a heck of a good fuck and make her cum wildly ... she was sure of that much!
Winnie slid all the way off the cock except for the last inch of the cock head, which she made sure remained imbedded tightly between her pussy lips. Then sensuously she dove forward once again, engulfing the full length and width of the eager boy cock.
Alan was loosening up rapidly now, as Winnie had hoped he would. The sexual prowess of the exciting older woman had paid off and he had found himself defenseless against her luridly sensual ways.
He began lifting his hips up off the bed in short jerking motions which caused his cock to continually slip in and out of her pussy. His main fear, that of not being able to satisfy her had disappeared. There was no denying the fact that he was fucking a woman, an older woman for the very first time and she was getting hot as could be.
Alan looked up at the woman with the huge breasts jutting in front of her and swaying back and forth in time with his probing pecker. She was a beautiful woman and she was digging what he was doing to her. His ego was zooming to an all-time high.
Alan was basically a shy little boy, always had been ... but no more. He felt like a little tiger as he plowed his cock in and out of the tight juicy hole.
She was offering her cunt to him to take and use as he saw fit and that was just what he was doing. No longer was Miss Young calling the shots. She was throwing her head back in pure pleasure and the prowess of the little boy had taken over the love scene completely.
Winnie was in heaven as she felt the little boy shoving his cock faster and faster up into her cunt hole. It didn't take much of this boy-fuck before Winnie was ready to cum She had been extremely excited ever since the rest of the little kids had left and she was alone with Alan. It seemed like they had been fucking around together on the bed for an eternity. Her cunt was aching to reach orgasm, to release its pent-up juices. She had to juice, she had to start her multiple orgasms, and hopefully Alan would experience the same wonderful release at precisely the same time.
Alan reached up and began playing with the huge tits that were shaking seductively just over his head, all the time keeping a steady in and out motion with his cock.
"Ohhh, yes, play with my tits, mmmmmm," Winnie groaned as she felt the eager fingers massaging her tits. "Ouch," she said when the boy got a little too zealous and really pinched her nipples hard. She liked it though, she was just caught a little by surprise. "Don't stop, ohhhhhh, don't ever stop," she begged when she felt the boy release his grip. In no time at all he was massaging and pinching and squeezing harder than ever.
Young Alan began to feel that strange feeling down deep in his thighs once again. It was the feeling that had been with him in different degrees ever since he realized that the sexy older woman was into having sex with him.
It was also the same feeling that overpowered him every time he jerked off. It was the feeling he got just before the thin white gooey liquid shot out of his piss slit. He knew he was going to cum, and right up into the woman's cunt.
Alan didn't know that much about what went on inside a woman's body and he hoped he didn't make the woman have a baby. He assumed she knew what she was doing and wouldn't let something like that happen. He was too far gone with his own excited feelings at that point to have stopped in any event, but the thought did fly through his young inquisitive mind.
"Fuck me, don't ever stop, fuck me goooood, ahhhhhh, oh my God, don't stop, ahhhhhh," she groaned, as the boy continued to shove his little cock in and out of her swollen and juicing pussy just as fast as he could go.
Alan knew that something strange was happening. An explosion was beginning to take place inside of him, an explosion that was now too late to stop ... not that he wanted to!
"Ohhh, Miss Young, I think, ahhh, ohhh noooooo, mmmmmm, ahhhhhh ..."
"Yes, fuck me faster, faster, harder," she cried, realizing the boy was about to cum.
Suddenly she felt the little gushing begin as the boy grabbed her tits with both hands and squeezed them as hard as he could.
The cum wasn't as forceful an explosion as a full-grown man's bursting orgasm would have been, but to Winnie, it was the most beautiful feeling she had ever experienced.
"Ahhhhhh," she screamed at the top of her voice as the little boy's cum continued to gush up into her. She could feel that it wasn't as thick and gooey as an adult male's cum would be. It was thinner, but just as delightful to her and she felt exhilarated from head to toe as her own orgasm, set off by the boy's, began to explode.
"I'm cumming, oh no, I'm, I'm cuummmmmming," she yelled as her cunt began to contract in violent little jerking motions, tightening its clasp on the boy's penis as she wiggled her fanny back and forth on his groin and started to cum.
Her juices poured out of her cunt and covered Alan's cock, drenching it in womanly love oils as the boy continued to slice in and out of her without stopping.
In a very short period of time all of the boy's cum had been sucked out of his cock, but something told him that he should continue. Instinctively he felt that he had to keep fucking the woman until her own passions subsided. She was still screaming and shaking violently and he could still feel gobs of gooey spunk shooting out of her love hole. He continued to stab her with his little but energetic cock until at last her gyrations began to subside.
Winnie wiggled about until her multiple orgasms were finally over. She fell over on top of the boy in a pile of sexually exhausted rubble. This had been an unbelievable fuck, for both of them, and Winnie wondered where it was all going to lead!
If nothing else came of it, she hoped she would at least have the opportunity to get this boy alone just one more time!
Chapter Nine
The next couple of weeks were the happiest Winnie Young was going to spend in quite some time. Everything seemed to be going so fantastic.
Winnie and Alan were really getting along fabulously. Almost every time Alan came for a class, which was three times a week, they could at least get some quick hugging and kissing in.
More often than not, Alan would remain after class. Winnie had managed to become quite friendly with Alan's mother and the woman trusted Winnie to take care of Alan while she shopped. Often she wouldn't come to pick up her son for a couple of hours after the class was over. Winnie would tell her to take her time and that she was happy to watch the boy during the afternoon. Of course the second she had pulled out of the driveway Alan and Winnie would head for the bedroom.
At first Winnie was extremely cautious. She wasn't so naive as to think that if they were caught they wouldn't be in a hell of a lot of trouble. There wouldn't be too many people who would listen to her and Alan talk about how much they loved one another.
Winnie never turned on any music, always kept the blinds in her bedroom pulled and the doors locked. She never got so involved with her sexual activities with Alan that she didn't have at least one eye and both ears open and alert. She was always ready for the sign of some intruder, someone who might catch them at what they would consider an "indecent" act.
To Winnie, everything she was doing with young Alan was pure ecstasy. It was simple love, almost like a school girl and her boyfriend. The only difference was that she was thirty-five, hardly heading for junior high school.
Alan kept doing things to make her feel young, though, and they always seemed to work. He would bring her apples, candy and often flowers he had picked in the woods on the way over to his class.
His mother used to tell him that was very nice to respect his teacher like that, and Alan was convinced that his mother didn't give it a second thought.
Winnie and Alan learned to make love in every conceivable position. Winnie taught Alan, step by step, the many joys of a good solid lover relationship, something she had always wanted and something she had the pleasure of molding from scratch with young Alan.
Winnie found herself falling more and more in love with the boy and she just couldn't help herself. Often she would think of the moral side of the issue, the fact of their age differences and all, but she always gave way to her sexual desires.
Winnie couldn't put any kind of negative judgment on an affair that was making two people happier than either of them had ever been, and not harming anyone by doing so. What could possibly be wrong in their relationship? She couldn't see anything.
The more involved Winnie got with Alan, the more natural their affair seemed to become and she began to drop her guard of protection.
They weren't seeing one another anymore, or at any other unique time of day. It was just that when they did get together, Winnie would turn the stereo on loud (they both enjoyed all kinds of music) and quite often would forget to pull the shades in the bedroom. She and Alan enjoyed the free feeling of the sun streaming in through the window on a sunny afternoon while they kissed and made love on the big double bed.
Everything was going so beautiful. They were riding on cloud 9 and neither of them thought that anything would ever happen to dampen their seemingly sunny relationship.
But they were wrong!
It all started on one particular Friday afternoon. After Winnie had dismissed the class as usual and as she often did, she received a phone call from Alan's mother.
"Yes, I'd love to watch Alan for a couple of hours. Sure thing. Six? Okay, see you then!"
"Hey, my Mom?"
"Yes, we have until six o'clock!"
"Wow, she must be going to Billington to buy some clothes."
"Well, lover, shall we retire into my boudoir?" Winnie asked the handsome young boy, still in dance skins and belt.
"Why yes, Madame, I'd be most happy to accompany you into your boudoir. Anything in particular you have in mind?"
"Everything," Winnie laughed, and slapped her young lover on his tight round ass as he scooted ahead of her into the bedroom which adjoined the room Winnie had converted into a dance studio.
Winnie was feeling particularly happy this day. She had signed on six new students that month and the business side of her life was booming. She had built up quite a reputation as a dance instructor and now had six teachers working under her to handle the expanded classes.
It seemed that things couldn't have been better if she had wanted them to be. Life was beautiful because Alan and their love affair was beautiful. He was the one that made her alive, that brought her out of the shell the rapist had set her into five years before.
She seldom thought of that man any more. Alan and his warmth and free spirit, not to mention the overabundance of love and affection he constantly showered her with kept her mind away from such things.
Winnie was a new person, a happy person, a woman in love with life and a wonderful little boy.
"Hey, I have a great idea," Winnie said after they got inside the bedroom, "want to take a shower?"
"Oh wow, that would be great," Alan chimed in happily, "do you think we have time? I mean, time to do all the other things we're going to do before mother comes?"
"You rascal you," she said, and tickled him in the side until he began to laugh, "of course we have time. It's only three o'clock. We have three whole hours this afternoon. We could do just about anything in that amount of time."
"Wow, I hope we do it all," young Alan said, a devilish little grin in his face.
Winnie walked over to him and threw her arms around the boy's neck, pulling his face close to her throbbing breasts.
Alan was not exactly innocent any more, yet he still maintained that fresh boyish quality that made Winnie's heart skip a beat every time he smiled at her.
Winnie hugged her young boyfriend and pushed her tits hard up against his chest. She squeezed the boy so hard he gasped for breath.
"Wow, you hot tonight honey?" he asked her, trying to escape her bear-like clutch.
"Sorry love, I guess I just got a little carried away. It's just that you look so damn good ... good enough to eat!"
"Let's get into that shower, huh?" Alan suggested, eager to jump into the water with the sexed-up older woman.
Alan was enjoying the relationship with his dancing teacher very much. It was making him feel like a grown up, something that he was never allowed the privilege of feeling at home. His mother babied him constantly and his father was only around it if discipline was needed.
Winnie gave the boy a chance to be a man, or sorts, and he loved her for that. He knew he had a lot of growing up to do, but he felt he had quite a head start on a lot of the other punks in his class. He didn't think any of them had a thirty-five year old mistress like he did.
Alan didn't trouble himself much with the moral issue concerning his affair with the older woman. He knew he had to keep it secret. Miss Young had continually impressed the importance of that on him, drilling it into his head over and over again.
All Alan was concerned with was making love with the beautiful woman. He did love her, in his own child-like way, and his love was as strong as anyone's could be for the beautiful dancing instructor.
Winnie felt the strength of his love and she fed off the power it gave her. It seemed to charge her with energy, keeping her constantly elated and unbelievably happy.
Winnie couldn't remember the time she got out of bed in the morning without a smile on her face. She loved her little boy more than life itself, and the thought of their relationship ending, ever, for any reason, was something that she did not allow the privilege of sneaking into her mind.
Winnie made a point of not discussing the future except the immediate future. Plans could not be made and she knew it. She had to take this thing for what it was, enjoy the most out of it, and hope it could last forever. She thought that the old saying "Where there's a will there's a way" might hold true in this case. She hoped so.
Winnie put her arm around her beautiful little boyfriend and led him into the bathroom. They had never taken the time for the luxury of a bath or shower together. Winnie had always kept her guard up. Today was different! Today she didn't care. All she wanted to do today was enjoy the love she felt for Alan and absorb the love he was giving her. Everyone else and everything else was going to have to take a second seat.
It was time for Winnie to come first!
Winnie turned on the water and adjusted the temperature to a steaming but pleasing degree while Alan wasted no time in pulling off his dance tights.
In a flash he was naked, and his beautiful little boy cock was sticking out proud and strong in front of his firm virile body. He was really all right, and Winnie knew it.
She stepped back away from him and gazed at his body.
"Perfection my boy, pure perfection," she said, and turned him around like he was a piece of fancy clothing on a rack in a department store. "Mmmm, mmm," she said, and slapped him hard on his tight round ass.
"Yeeohhh," he cried, and pretended that it really hurt him.
"I see you smiling, you little rascal," Winnie said, as he. was unable to hold back the grin. He had enjoyed the little bare-ass paddling as he always did. He enjoyed spanking her, too. It was one of their favorite games together, and they did have quite a few.
Satisfied that the water was just the right temperature, Winnie quickly shed off her teaching outfit, which today was a tight-fitting white blouse and matching white pleated mini skirt, long white nylons to the waist and white ballet slippers.
Alan watched her as she slowly pulled down the long white stockings over her shapely thighs and calves, rolling the nylons over and over slowly now that she saw him watching.
Winnie liked to perform for the boy, it was all part of her teaching technique, something she could never quite shake even while making love.
Winnie had long since taught Alan everything she knew. If anything, Alan in his boyish and zestful ways was teaching her things. At least they were learning things together, experimenting, things like that. It was beautiful for both of them. They each took turns turning the other one on. Right now it was Winnie's turn and she was enjoying it to the hilt.
After a few more slow minutes of striptease, Winnie was standing in front of her young boyfriend totally naked.
"You sure are beautiful," Alan said, taking a moment to stand back away from her, and admire the body of which he had explored every nook and cranny during the past weeks.
Alan never tired of looking at the woman, of touching her and making love to her. This constant attention was what made Winnie the happy woman she was. She never got this type of attention with any of the other men she had dated when she was a girl. None of them could hold a candle when it came to Alan's attentiveness and love-making style. He had come a long way in a short while, but Winnie had known from the beginning that the boy had it in him. He just needed an outlet, a woman to explore his manhood with. Winnie had been that woman.
"I love you," Winnie whispered, as once again she drew the naked beautiful boy close to her.
"I love you too, I really do," Alan said, as he grabbed hold of the woman and pulled her as close to him as he could manage.
They hugged each other until the sweat of their bodies acted like a lubricant and they began slipping and sliding back and forth across each other's flesh. The steaming water pouring out of the shower nozzle was clouding the bathroom with a fog-like mist as the tiny room got hotter and hotter.
"Hey, let's jump inside and get wet," Winnie said, "after all, we did come in here for a shower, didn't we?"
"Yes, I guess we did," Alan laughed.
Winnie took the boy's hand and led him into the end of the tub. They pulled the yellow shower curtain closed and hugging one another, they crawled under the steaming spray of water.
"Mmmm," Winnie said, as the sensual mist covered them from head to foot. She had never had a shower that felt this good before. Alan sure had a way of making the simplest things seem wonderful just by being there to share them with her.
"I love you, oh sweet little boy, I love you so very very much," Winnie purred like a kitten in the child's ear.
"Mmmm, me too, me toooooo," Alan purred right back, hugging his little body even closer to his older lover.
The water dripped down between their pressing bodies, cleansing them and exciting them at the same time. Winnie kept moving back and forth slowly shoving her huge tits across the boy's chest. Her nipples were rock hard and sticking out in front of her like two tiny spears ready for battle. The more she squirmed around, the stiffer they became.
Alan reached around behind his sexy lover and ran his eager little fingers up and down the nape of her lower back, toying with the curve at the top of her big round buttocks, and then slipping his fingers down further until they were sliding in and out of her ass crack.
"Mmmmmmm," Winnie moaned as she felt the boy's prodding fingers fooling with her sensitive ass. "What are you up to, little boy?" she asked in a kidding tone of voice.
"Wouldn't you like to know," he answered, hugging her even closer to his body.
Winnie could feel the boy's pecker rubbing up against her cum-oozing cunt. Whenever she was near the boy her cunt seemed to steadily drip love juices. She was constantly hot when in his presence. He excited her to no end.
Winnie began to grind her hips in a way that made the boy's hands slip even further into her ass crack, and at the same time she ground her pussy harder against his cock so that she could feel his cock head burrowing into her pubic hairs.
"Hey, we're supposed to be taking a bath, aren't we?" Winnie said suddenly, as if she didn't understand why he was hugging her.
"Hey, you little devil you," he said jokingly, and shoved her under the water.
Winnie came out coughing, spitting water out of her mouth.
"Come on now, let's get clean," she said, laughing and spitting water.
She reached into the dish on the side of the tub and pulled out a huge white bar of perfumed soap. She lathered it up in her own fingers and then began to rub it on her young lover's body.
"Mmmm, that's nice," the boy purred as he felt the soapy fingers massaging his chest, his neck, and then moving down toward his cock and balls.
Alan's little peter was always hard, at least whenever Winnie saw it. Even after they fucked and it diminished in size, it never was really relaxed enough to go soft all the way. Winnie excited the boy a great deal and she liked that. She needed to know it. She had to be appreciated and respected and loved, and the boy gave her all those things ... and much more!
"Here, get some soap on your hands, too," Winnie said, handing him the bar of soap. The boy quickly lathered his little hands and began to rub the woman's tits. He pushed her up against the cool tiled wall of the shower stall and dug his fingers into the pleasure mounds of her breasts.
Winnie moaned and ran her own hands down his back, stopping when she got to his huge round rock-hard ass.
The years of dancing had left her little boyfriend with a beautiful ass and she never missed an opportunity to explore it carefully, savoring every sensuous inch of the two tight ass cheeks and the little valley between them that led to his pink ass hole.
The boy just seemed to reek of sex to Winnie. Everywhere she looked or touched was pleasure beyond belief. Winnie knew she had to be deeply in love with him, a love like she had never before experienced, a love that could withstand anything ... or so she thought.
They lathered one another up until they were both covered with soap from head to foot. They moved down to the other end of the tub so the water would not rinse them off. They wanted to enjoy the sensuality of the suds for a while before rinsing.
The attractive couple was in love, very much in love. They were so wrapped up in themselves and their love for each other they didn't even hear Alan's mother drive up to the front of the house. She even honked her horn, but between the radio blaring and the shower pouring steaming-hot water and the giggling they were doing, such obtrusive noises were simply not heard.
It was too bad, actually, because it would have been much better all around if the soapy couple had some prior warning before Alan's mother surprised them. Before they knew it, it was going to be too late!
Chapter Ten
Winnie and Alan began to wrestle around while they were standing up. The feeling of their sudsy bodies touching together in this confined a space was exciting to them. They didn't particularly need anything to get them going onto another fuck session, but this day was special. They felt particularly good and the slightest thing they did together made them think of sex.
All either of them wanted to do that afternoon was to make love, just as long and as hard as they could. If they had only been more aware of the rest of the world around them they would have heard Alan's mother getting out of her car in the driveway.
Winnie only had to adjust her body slightly to accept the rock-hard boy cock that was sticking in front of Alan, ready to descend into her cavern of love.
They had fooled around with the soap for some time and the natural lubricating juices of Winnie's pussy were working overtime to grease the path of the pummeling pecker.
Alan's beautiful little pee-pee was covering with soap and was well greased for the plunge. There was a tiny pool of pre-orgasmic cum already forming at the tip of his pecker. He was extremely excited. He had never fucked Winnie in the shower before, and any excuse for a new position or a new place in which to make love seemed to add to their already over-excited relationship.
Winnie placed her hands on the boy's shoulders and bared down hard.
"Send that beautiful boy-cock of yours up into my cunt, Alan, I'm ready for it now. Pleeeeeease!"
Winnie was begging, not that she had to, but Alan liked to hear it. It excited him to hear the woman ask to be fucked. Many times he returned the favor by pleading the begging with her to let him fuck her. They liked to excite one another in any and every way they could.
"Ohhhhhh," Winnie moaned as she felt the stiff head of the cock slicing up into her cunt hole.
Winnie knew it couldn't be possible, but the boy's cock seemed to have doubled in size since she first started fucking him. She knew that it must be because he was learning actual techniques of fucking now, and he was much more expert at his style than he had been when they first began. To her, however, it still felt like his cock was a mighty monster.
Winnie was so wrapped up in the feeling of the beautiful little pee-pee slicing into her, with the sound of music and water blaring in her ears, she failed to hear Alan's mother get out of the car and go to the front porch.
Winnie screamed in passion as Alan shoved his cock all the way in to the hilt with one mighty shove. His balls slammed up against her soaped-up pussy hairs and she knew he was in.
"Oh yeeesss, it feels so good and it feels so biiiggg," she groaned as the cock seemed to fill her to the brim.
Winnie contracted her pussy lips as hard as she could around the shaft as she began to squeeze her thighs together deliberately exciting the boy as much as she possibly could.
Alan slid his soapy hands down the curve in her lower back and grabbed hold of her ass cheeks. They were huge but very round and firm and he liked digging his fingers into exciting flesh.
As he began to knead her two buttocks like he was working fresh dough for a loaf of bread, tenderly massaging the folds of skin, he began to pump slowly in and out of her.
Winnie had taught the boy well. She had showed him the importance of timing in making love with a woman. She had showed him how important it was not to reach a premature orgasm.
So many times when Winnie was in college she would be fucking some handsome man and she would just be about ready to cum, and he would shoot his load, his cock would go limp and he would pull out of her leaving her unsatisfied and horny as a hoot owl.
Alan had cum prematurely several times when they had first started fucking but that was because of his immaturity. Alan wanted nothing more out of life than to please his beautiful older mistress and he listened to her advice and criticism and did his best to meet her requirements.
Winnie had been more than satisfied. He had slowed down his fucking to a very slow pace, at least at the beginning, until he was sure that their passions were on the same level.
Winnie had shown the eager youngster how to move his cock in and out of her slippery tight vagina so he would best service her, making her feel the hottest possible sensations in her cunt which would in turn allow her to satisfy him in the best possible way.
They made a great team and they knew it. They were in love and their sex bound them tighter and tighter together each time they enjoyed it. It seemed as if there was always a new position to try, something a little different or unique, something they had never done before.
Winnie and Alan were never bored with one another. They always felt like they had just met, and that their love-making was for the very first time. There was a newness and a freshness about their love that seemed to keep renewing itself, keeping them constantly in a state of ecstasy.
It was as if they had been meant for one another and they have had finally met and it was beautiful!
"Mmmm, shove it into me, yes, all the way inside my cunt," Winnie purred like a kitten as she felt the stiff little cock sliding in between her pussy lips with determined vigor.
Almost as if he was a machine set to increase tempo just slightly with each and every stroke, Alan's pace began to increase. Each time he shoved his cock into her cunt, parting her lips and scraping her clitty until she thought she would lose her mind from pleasure and exciting feelings, he increased the tempo and pressure.
Soon he was flying in and out of her quite rapidly, shoving her up against the tile wall hard as he squished his hands between the tiles and her ass.
He dug into her ass flesh savagely and if it wasn't for the high level of passion he was making the woman feel, she probably would have felt pain from his fingernails.
Alan was sweating like a pig at this point but every once in a while he would throw his head back and let the water from the steaming shower cover him, soaking him and cleansing him from the body sweat.
They had worked up quite a lather between their chests and the soap was allowing them the sensual privilege of writhing back and forth, enjoying the feeling of each other's body against their own.
Winnie's huge tits were covered with a thick layer of soap suds and the nipples could be seen jutting out from under the white suds. They looked hot and sexy and their tips kept sticking into Alan's chest every time he drove his cock into her cunt, falling into her body and squeezing her ass with his hands.
They got into a beautiful motion together, a rhythm that was quickly leading them to the point of no return.
Winnie was especially hot this day. She had had to take care of some business during one of the classes that week and had missed seeing her young boyfriend.
Alan had been sick one day with a cold so he had missed a class also. That meant that two of their usual get-togethers had been cancelled and both of them were extremely horny.
They were making up for lost time however in the shower stall, and that was perhaps one of the reasons why they didn't hear Alan's mother knocking persistently on the front door.
"Fuck me, fuck me goood, oh it feels so wonderful, I can feel your beautiful cock working up inside my pussy. Mmmm, yes, let me have it, do it, boy, do it goood!"
Winnie was purring like a kitten as she was in the middle of her favorite pastime, getting fucked by Alan. Nothing gave her as much pleasure in life as this simple excitement. Alan really had a way about him that made her toes curl, especially when he got hot and heaved his little pecker up inside her pussy.
Winnie drew the boy closer and closer to her body as she continued contracting her cunt around his cock shaft. The harder he shoved it up into her the tighter she closed her cunt lips. She got into a sexy rhythm with her pussy, engulfing his cock feverishly as it slithered up into her, making her shake all over from excitement and making Alan groan with pleasure.
Suddenly Winnie had a great idea. She had been trying to think of something to do with her little boyfriend that she hadn't as yet done. She had racked her brains and couldn't come up with a thing. She thought she had tried every position with the boy and had explored every nook and cranny of each other's body.
It now dawned on the woman that there was something that they hadn't done together, and although she had never tried it, something told her it would bring her a great deal of pleasure.
She wanted him to fuck her up the ass!
Winnie felt the cock stiffening inside of her as Alan continued to increase the tempo of his boy-fuck. He was going to cum pretty soon if she let him and now she wanted him to fuck her back-door portal. She had to stop him.
Winnie relaxed her pussy so that it was large and his cock slipped in and out of it effortlessly. She didn't want to stop the action too suddenly and freak the young boy out. After all he was really quite hot by this time. His little boy cock was shaking and throbbing inside her cunt and his whole body was on fire. The steam from the hot shower spray was topped by the heat of his fiery overexcited young body.
Winnie pushed him gently away from her and kissed him softly on the eyes.
He opened his eyes and looked up at her.
"Something wrong?" he asked innocently.
"No darling, I just had a great idea. I think we should try something special today, since we have so much time and all. Okay?"
"Sure thing. What is it?" he asked anxiously. Alan had learned everything from the woman and he knew she was always full of surprises, always ready to teach him some new technique that would excite him all the more.
He was ready for anything!
"Well, I thought we could try a new position for fucking?"
"Sure, what is it?"
The boy looked excited and eager and she smiled at him. His face was so innocent and handsome, just to look at it made her heart beat faster.
"Well, would you like to fuck me up the ass?"
"What?" he yelled in disbelief, and at the same time jerked backward so his stiff pumping boy-cock slipped out of her tight soaped-up pussy hole.
"Yes! Why not, wouldn't you like it?"
Alan looked at her a moment. "Well,-I guess so, I mean, I guess I just never thought about doing it that way before. Have you ever done it?"
"No, but I'm always willing to try something new, as long as it's with you. Come on, what do you say?"
"Wow, I bet your ass hole is really tight, maybe even tighter than your pussy," the boy said, his eyes widening with obvious excitement.
"Yeah, I bet it is. I bet your beautiful little cock is going to feel really nice slicing up between my ass cheeks, and driving into my ass hole. Mmmm, I can almost feel it. I think we should do it now, come on, let's do it no www!"
Alan liked being coaxed. He liked being instructed in the many facets of love-making, especially by such an attractive older teacher.
"Yes, yeeesss," he groaned in response, as he slowly began to turn the woman around in the shower stall.
Alan had always loved her ass. It was a special area for him. Many times before they fucked he would spend a long time working the ass over, spanking it, kissing it, sticking his tongue up the sweet ass hole. He wondered why he had never thought of sticking his cock up there himself? Oh well, now he was going to get his chance to do it anyway. Now he was going to find out what it was like to let a beautiful woman have it from behind.
Alan was not taking notes for a rainy day. He had no intentions of learning what he could and then moving on to another woman, or a girl his own age. He was more than happy with Winnie and didn't ever see himself with anyone else. Alan couldn't imagine not seeing her during the week the way he had done for what now seemed like eternity. It was meant to be, they were a natural pair, and nothing could come between them.
As Alan slid his hands down his lover's back, letting them rest on the round firm ass cheeks covered with soapy water, Alan's mother, unable to get a response from the front door and beginning to suspect something fishy was happening inside the house had taken it upon herself to enter.
The only thing the couple in the shower were thinking about was this exciting new position they were about to try. Winnie was excited as Alan about the prospect of getting it up the rear end. She had never had it done to her before. That isn't to say she hadn't been asked. She had a beautiful ass and liked to show it off in tight jeans and slacks while she was in college. There had been many of her dates who had tried to get her over on her stomach once in the sack, but she had always refused them, thinking it was dirty and indecent.
It was funny how everything, no matter what it was, or how it was done was beautiful when she did it with Alan. He seemed to make the simplest maneuvers heavenly, and she had no doubt that ass-fucking was going to be perhaps the highlight of their relationship.
What Winnie didn't know was that it was going to be the end of their relationship.
Chapter Eleven
Winnie and Alan were going at it like crazy, singing and carrying on in the shower as if they didn't have a single problem in the world. They had no idea that Alan's mother was working her way into the living room.
Alan dropped to his knees in the tub and leaned forward, beginning to kiss the soap suds off the round firm ass cheeks of his beautiful teacher-lover.
"Mmmm, kiss my ass, kiss it goood, ahhh," Winnie purred as she felt the boy's lips on her buttocks. She felt his tongue darting in and out of her mouth, kissing and nibbling across the expanse of her beautiful ass.
He began to bite down hard on the cheeks, leaving his teeth marks imbedded in the woman's flesh as Winnie screamed a sexy groan.
Alan felt his cock throbbing against his thigh as he stuck his tongue up into the ass hole and started swirling it around. He got a mouthful of soap suds, spit it out, and then continued without delay. He rammed his tongue deeply into the back portal as his lover fell over against the cool tiled wall and hung on, her knees weakening from the tongue-job he was administering.
Alan squeezed the firm round ass cheeks in his hand, pushing the skin up against his own face as he sent his tongue into the ass hole in short jerking motions.
He was actually fucking her with his tongue. He slurped in and out of the ass hole savagely as his passions rose to an all-time high.
He had rimmed the woman's beautiful bottom many times before but he had never done it with the realization that he was going to follow it up by sticking his healthy little cock right up the hole.
He shoved his tongue in and out of her, making sure to spit a good portion of his own hot saliva up between her ass cheeks, filling the cavity with spit.
Her ass hole was exciting to the boy. It was getting well lubricated from his saliva and he knew he was preparing the hole for the fucking it was about to receive.
"Mmmm, suck it, ohhh, stick your tongue way up there, pleeease," she purred as she felt the boy's tongue digging deeply into her rectum.
"Please fuck me, please fuck me," Winnie began to moan. The boy had excited her ass hole a great deal and now she wanted to feel his healthy little cock slicing up into her. She wanted to feel the pummeling pecker forcing its way between her cheeks and digging a hole into her rectum. She wanted to feel her ass walls being filled by the beautiful boy cock.
"Yes, I will, I will," Alan groaned. He reached down and grabbed the tip of his cock. He took some of the soap from Winnie's back and rubbed it onto his cock head. He massaged the tender prick head with the soap until it became creamy from the suds. It was well lubricated now, and would be able to slice up into the ass hole without friction of any kind.
Alan felt his knees weakening as he massaged his cock. Not only was he hotter than he had ever been before, but the idea of fucking his beautiful dancing teacher right up her pretty tight ass had him near explosion even before he began to do anything!
Alan grabbed each side of her ass, one cheek in each hand and pushed his cock head into the center of his target. He pushed forward slightly so that the big purple cock head parted the ass cheeks and began descending up into the ass hole itself.
"Ahhh," Winnie groaned loudly as she felt the prodding appendage beginning to work its way up into her behind. It didn't hurt too much yet, but then it really wasn't inside her all the way.
She knew she was going to feel it and good. Alan's cock wasn't gigantic, but he did have a healthy piece of meat between his beautiful muscular thighs, and that, plus the fact she was a virgin back there, should be enough to give her a painful but stimulating rear-end fuck.
Winnie didn't care about the pain, actually she was looking forward to it. She thought it would be fun to get her ass forced open by her handsome young lover. She liked him when he began to get aggressive. She encouraged it in him constantly.
Alan had learned a lot from her and she was satisfied, more than satisfied with what she had taught him. Of course he wasn't a puppet. Every now and again he would come out with some new position or strategy all his own, surprising the older woman and delighting her at the same time.
"Yes, push it hard, push it hard!" Winnie begged as the boy began to shove his cock even further up her rear end.
Alan's mother had entered the house. For a long time she had begun to suspect something was up but couldn't quite put her finger on what it was.
She had deliberately set the couple up. She was giving them enough rope so that they might eventually hang themselves, and she was going to be delighted to find they did just that on this particular afternoon.
Alan's mother had noticed the change in her boy after he became friends with his teacher. He was floating around the house all the time with his head in the clouds. His school work had dropped off, and all he talked about was his lessons and his pretty teacher.
She had thought it was all just a childhood infatuation at first, but when it persisted, and the boy seemed to become more and more involved with the woman, she started having suspicions. She couldn't put her finger on exactly what might be going on, but she did find it strange that the woman was taking such a personal interest in one of her students. She was too eager to watch the boy while she shopped, hardly able to resist a huge smile whenever asked.
Yes, something had to be up, the woman thought to herself, and she had a feeling she was about to find out what.
The woman could hear the shower as she tip-toed across the living room rug. She felt a little strange. After all, this wasn't her house and she was trespassing, but she felt she had some rights considering her young son was in there with the possibly sex-crazed woman.
Alan's mother was a prude. She never would have dreamed of discussing the facts of life with her son. She would never think he was old enough, to begin with, and then she would be too embarrassed if he was the one to bring it up.
On the same hand, the thought of some other woman talking to him about sex, or worse yet ... showing him ... really aggravated her. She didn't want any dirty old lady messing with her precious little Alan. He was so pure and innocent. Wasn't he?
Alan's mother could feel something weird as she headed for the bedroom. She was almost afraid to peek inside, afraid of what she was going to find. When she finally did get up the courage to peek around the comer and found they weren't there, and the door to the bathroom was partially open with steam pouring out, she knew what was going on.
She suddenly spotted the boy's clothes on the floor by the head of the bed and had to hold her mouth to keep from screaming.
She could have easily called the police or her husband, or just screamed out until they came running from the bathroom in shame, but a combination of idle curiosity and determination to catch them in the act made her tip-toe toward the bathroom.
Whatever it was they were doing, she wanted to see it firsthand. She had to see it for herself in order to believe it. She had come this close, she wasn't going to turn back now. Shock or no shock, she had to see what was up!
Winnie and Alan had no idea they were being closed in on. They were in love, the water was soaking them from the shower and making their skin become alive with tingling, burning sensations, and Alan's cock was finally working its way up into the tight ass hole.
"Mmmm," Winnie said as the cock head pushed into her butt. It caused a stinging sensation and she tried her best to relax her ass so the hole would open further, able to accept the pummeling pecker with less pain.
After a few minutes of natural adjustment the ass hole did stretch open and the cock slid up into it slowly and sensuously.
Winnie groaned and bit her lip as she felt the boy's cock sliding up inside of her. She had never had an ass fuck before and it was turning out to be even more exciting than she had previously imagined.
As Alan sliced in and out of her ass hole, he reached up and grabbed the big soapy tits and began massaging them. He got into a sensual rhythm, of cock into ass, and hands on tits. He pushed and grabbed and shoved and teased until Winnie was about to lose her mind with excitement.
Winnie could feel the orgasms beginning to burn deep up inside her womanly cunt.
Alan could feel his own cum getting ready to shoot. His little cock and his fat balls were loaded with boiling cum and he was shaking from head to foot.
The happy couple fucked and fucked. Winnie kept shoving her ass backward so Alan's little pee-pee could shoot all the way up inside her ass cavity.
Winnie leaned over, placing her hands against the tiled wall for support as Alan continued to shove his prick in and out of her back door hole.
"I'm going to cum, oh yeeesss, I'm going to cum," Alan began to moan as he started fucking her even faster than he already was.
Winnie began squeezing her buns together, clamping her ass walls down around the stiff pumping pecker, actually trying to squeeze the cum right out of the prick.
Alan couldn't take it any longer. He had to cum. He felt like his entire body was on fire and it was about to explode.
Winnie felt the same way. Her knees were giving way underneath her as her cunt began to twitch. She felt her orgasms begin as her body became alive with excitement.
"Now, I'm cumming now! Fuck me harder, yeesss," Winnie screamed.
"I'm cumming, I'm cumming, ahhh," Alan groaned.
The same second Winnie's orgasm began, cum oozing out of her pussy and mixing with the steaming water and her soapy pussy, Alan started to shoot cum up into her rear end. The second Alan started to shoot cum up into her rear end, the shower curtain was yanked open.
"Oh my God," Alan's mother screamed, when she saw her son fucking his dance teacher up the ass. "Oh my God! No! It can't be! Tell me I'm dreaming!"
The woman was so taken back her knees gave way and she fell over onto the John. She sat on the seat and watched as Alan and Winnie looked at her in horror, uncoupling their fucking bodies and shutting off the water quickly.
"Oh no," Winnie said softly, as she stared at the look of horror on Alan's mother's face.
Alan didn't say a word. He looked at his mother straight in the eye, seeming more annoyed that she intruded on them, then being worried about getting caught in this unusual situation.
"Mother, what are you doing here?"
Winnie couldn't believe her ears. Alan was standing up to her. She knew he had to be crazy, and she didn't want any part of a family scene like this. Her reputation was ruined, she knew it. The only thing she could do now was to try and calm the hysterical woman down and get out of this mess as gracefully and as quietly as she possibly could. Quietly, she stepped out of the shower stall and grabbed a huge white towel from the rack behind the door and threw it to Alan. She grabbed another one and wrapped it around her naked body.
"Are you all right?" she asked Alan's mother, resting her hand gently on the sobbing woman's shoulder.
"Don't touch me, you, you, you harlot," she yelled. "Alan, you get dressed this instant and we're getting out of here before this disgusting woman corrupts you some more.
"Ma, she didn't do anything. It was me! I wanted-"
"Shut up, Alan, we'll talk about this when we get home ... with your father!"
That seemed to shut Alan up. It was obvious he feared his father and was now thinking second thoughts about what had transpired, and the sad fact that they had gotten caught. It was as if all the realization had hit him at once and he was in shock just like his mother.
Eyes seeming to blur, and roll into the back of his head, as he quickly dressed. He didn't look at Winnie once, and before Winnie knew what was going on, both of them were gone from her little house, leaving her alone and still dripping-wet.
Winnie stood there trembling as she heard the car doors slam, the motor start and the automobile zooming out of her driveway, off down the road.
She could just imagine what they were talking about in the car. Alan's mother must be calling her every perverted name in the book. She wondered if Alan was sticking up for her, or if he was just keeping his mouth shut. She hoped the latter was the case.
Actually, there wasn't much either of them could say. Alan was a very young boy, and she was a much older woman. She should have known better, she shouldn't have let him make love to her under any circumstances. This is what Alan's parents were going to say and actually, they were right.
Winnie was desolate. She didn't know what to do or what to think. She couldn't decide if she should call Alan's parents and try to explain or apologize, or if she should just wait to hear from them.
She decided to wait.
It didn't take long for them to call her!
Chapter Twelve
"Hello?"
"Miss Young?"
"Yes. How are you?" It was Alan's father. Winnie cringed on the other end of the phone. She had dried herself, and lit up a cigarette and sat on the couch. It hadn't been more than a half hour since Alan and his mother had left before the phone had wrung. Her heart was beating so hard she wondered if Alan's father could hear it on the other end of the phone. She hoped not. She didn't want him to know how uptight she was. She wanted him to think everything was cool with her, when inside she was freaking out.
"Listen here, Miss Young. I don't think there is any need to beat around the bush. I'm not going to go into the moral issues with you, because you know damn well what you did with my boy was wrong. I'm not saying that he wasn't partly to blame, because from what he says it was all his idea. Regardless, you are an older and supposedly wiser person. You are also a teacher, in contact with young people all day long. I don't see any other alternative than to ask you to close your school and leave this town!"
"But I-"
"Miss Young, do I have to remind you what the authorities would say, and possibly do, if I was to go to them with this information? Do you really think they would not prosecute you in one manner or another? You would surely lose your school in any event. All I'm doing is giving you a chance to get out of town quietly with as little disgrace as possible. We don't want this to get around. We've lived here all our lives, and don't want the neighbors to think our son is some kind of pervert. Do you understand?"
Winnie didn't know what to say. She remained quiet.
"I take it by your response that you agree with me. Let me put it this way, Miss Young. I expect you out of town by this weekend. I want you to cancel the classes for the rest of the week. If your student's parents were to know about this incident, I hardly think they would allow their children to study with you. I won't say anything about what happened here, because I want this kept quiet as much as you do. Now, do I make myself perfectly clear?"
"Quite," Winnie said, too confused and upset to argue any of his points, at least not now.
"One more thing, Miss Young," the man said, a sudden change in the tone of his voice actually frightening Winnie. He sounded like he really meant business.
"Yes?" she answered softly.
"If you try to contact Alan before you leave this town, or after you have left this town, I will forget about our reputation and our friends and everything else and do whatever I have to do to see you are prosecuted for your indecent and immoral behavior. I trust you don't try me to find out how serious I am, or you'll find out!"
With that, he hung up the phone.
Winnie hung up the receiver and lay back on the couch. She began to sob madly to herself, first softly, kind of holding it in, and then really letting it go. She bawled her eyes out like a little kid.
Winnie didn't know what to be depressed about first. There were so many things that had just gotten fucked up. First of all there was Alan. She would never see the sweet boy again. No more would his soft tender kisses caress her mouth. No longer would she hold his firm virile body, and spank his beautiful tight bottom. No more would they make love and wrestle about on her bed, or in the shower as they had done earlier. It was all over, her love affair with the young boy was ended, and her heart was broken.
If this wasn't enough to wipe her out, it began to hit her just what the man had said. He had literally told her to get the hell out of town, or he was going to turn her into the authorities. Winnie was annoyed at first, but quickly realized he was actually doing her a favor. If he did tell what Alan's mother had seen to the rest of the community, there would be no way she could stay there and keep the school open anyway.
The sad truth of what she had to do suddenly hit her over the head like a ton of bricks. She had to get up, pack her things, and get the hell out of this town, and she had only two days in which to do it.
Winnie threw her head on the back of the sofa and cried hysterically. She had been in this town for over five years. It had taken her a long time to really set up a good business and things had never been going as good as they were right then. She had worked her way up from a mere instructor to the owner and operator of a very successful dance studio. Now she would have to start all over again.
Winnie didn't even know if she wanted to. This was really going to take some time to get over. The loss of her first real lover, the loss of the first human being she had reached out to in over five years coupled with the loss of her entire business was going to take some getting over indeed!
Winnie cried for a long time, and then she stopped almost as suddenly as she had started. A surge of strength and a determination to succeed shot through her system.
There was only one thing to do, and that was to get up and to start all over again, putting the pieces of her life together, and making the best out of what she had.
Okay, so she would have to leave this town and leave Alan. Winnie had learned a lot here, and she had learned a lot with Alan during the last few months. There was no reason why she couldn't pick up again in some other town, maybe even open another school, and maybe, if she was lucky, find another young boy to love and fuck with.
Of course there would never be another love like the love she had so tremendously enjoyed with Alan. Alan would always remain special in her heart, and she doubted if she would ever get over him ... at least entirely. They had meant too much to one another to just forget it all, pretending it never even happened as his father had suggested.
Winnie walked through her living room and into the bedroom. She looked at the big double bed, where for the past two months she had been fucking her brains out with young Alan every chance she got.
She held back the tears that wanted to flow once again. She was not going to break down. She was going to be strong, try and pull herself together, and get the hell out of this town while she still had some dignity left.
Winnie set about packing. She didn't see any reason why she should wait around. There was nothing she could say to Alan's parents or anyone, and Alan was totally off limits.
She would call all of her other students first thing in the morning and cancel her classes. She would tell them her parents had taken ill and she had to go back east to take care of them, therefore would be permanently closing down the school.
Whether they believed her or not, she didn't care. She had to get out of this place as fast as she could.
Three days later Winnie was driving out of her driveway, two suitcases of clothes packed neatly in the trunk, her heart sad but an inner strength and determination bubbling beneath the otherwise depressed exterior.
Alain was a hundred miles behind her now, but the memory of the exciting young boy with his virile body, his firm flesh, and that beautiful cock still was ever present in her mind.
She had to keep controlling herself. She wanted to run back to Alan and steal him away from his parents but she knew it was impossible. She had better leave well enough alone. What had happened was something special, something that would never be topped. It was a means to get her back into trusting human beings and at least attempting various relationships. Before Alan there had been nothing, and she refused to feel that there was nothing for her now that her relationship with Alan was over. She would use the foundation she had begun with the handsome young boy and build on it, branching out to other relationships hopefully with other young boys.
Winnie was convinced she could reopen her school in another town. She had saved a considerable amount of money during the past few years, especially since she never went out anywhere, and her house was modestly furnished.
Winnie had put everything in storage. All she had to do was to find a place to live and work and she could be in business again. She could send for her things and in no time she would be feeling like a "normal" member of society once more.
Winnie wondered what her new students would look like, and if she would be lucky enough to find another young boy even half as handsome as Alan, who would be a good student both in class and in the bedroom.
Winnie had really gotten off on teaching Alan the many joys of woman-to-man love-making. They explored many roads of delight together and as always, she enjoyed her teacher role. She had fun instructing, pointing out, and especially demonstrating various ways to make love, kiss and fuck.
Alan had been a great student but Winnie now hoped she would be running into more great students. As she buzzed on down the super highway she kept telling herself there had to be more. Alan couldn't be the only boy in the whole country who was a seduction possibility. There had to be more young male bodies to seduce, explore and ravage. There just had to be!
Winnie drove all morning, putting as many miles between her and Alan's family as she could. She wasn't sure just where she was going to settle. She was going to drive west awhile, and then perhaps swing south. She wanted to find a little community somewhere, small enough to be rural and quaint, but large enough to need something like a dance studio for its youngsters.
Winnie had often thought of teaching adult dance classes but she enjoyed working with the children so much it just never happened. Now that she was involved with young boys in a sexual way her classes would always be taught for the young. Youth was what excited her, youth was what had given her freedom and she was going to enjoy young students as long as she could.
The biggest thing she had learned in the town she had just left was that although she might feel what she is doing with a young boy is morally all right, most other people do not and discretion in any and all meetings is of the utmost importance.
No longer could she be careless. She couldn't allow what happened with Alan's mother to ever happen again. She couldn't just keep getting up and running off every time someone caught her making love with a child. She just couldn't let herself be caught, and that was all there was to it.
Winnie had been driving for about three hours and she was getting a sore ass. She was just about to look for a place to stop to get a bite to eat when she came upon a young boy hitching on the side of the highway.
Winnie was surprised because she thought it was illegal first of all, and second, because the boy from the quick glance she got when she passed him looked absolutely beautiful.
She jammed on her brakes like a hot-rod driver and started backing up toward the boy. She saw him running up to meet her in her rear-view mirror.
"Hi," he said, peeking his head through the window.
"Where are you headed?" she asked the boy, who looked no more than fourteen or so.
"To Wheaton. I'm going to spend the week with my Uncle on his farm."
Winnie thought the story was a little fishy, but the boy could be telling the truth just the same. In any event, he was breathtaking to look at and she invited him in without hesitation.
He was carrying a denim knapsack which he chucked into the back seat, and then crawled into the bucket seat next to her.
"Nice day, huh?" Winnie said nervously as she pulled away from the side of the highway and once again picked up her speed to sixty miles an hour.
"Yes, it is. I'm Sam. Sam Bronta," the boy said, smiling at Winnie in a way that reminded her just slightly of Alan ... or was it just that he made her feel the way Alan had done when they had first met?
She wasn't sure. Whatever was going on, she liked it. She also liked the company. She had started to go crazy driving all those miles by herself.
"Hey, are you hungry? I was just about to stop for some lunch. Would you like that?"
"Well, my mother packed all kinds of things for me to eat on the way. Why don't we just find a nice place to pull over and we can have a little picnic. I even have a thermos full of cool-aid."
"Why that sounds nice," Winnie said. The thought of slipping off the road with the boy for a private little picnic sounded quite exciting to Winnie. She wondered if she would be able to seduce the boy during lunch. After all, she wasn't going to have much time to do it. She didn't know just how far his Uncle was from where they were, but she doubted his mother would send him on a very long trip all by himself, that was if he even was going to visit his uncle. She guessed he might be running away from home, or something foolish like that. She would have to find out during lunch. Right now, she had all she could do just to keep her hands off the boy.
"Here's a nice spot, up that road," Winnie said, seeing a cut off from the main highway which wound up a hill, and led into some fields which looked pretty deserted.
"Yes, it looks deserted," the boy said, and he seemed to have a weird little smile on his face, a smile that for one reason or another made Winnie's pussy begin to juice.
She spun off the highway and headed up the winding road into the country property. She wondered if the land belonged to anyone privately. There were no "No Trespassing" signs anywhere and the land didn't seem like it had been farmed in years ... if ever.
Winnie figured they would be left alone out here in the country like this, and she would have more privacy than her own home which had proved to be unsafe for her to get into her special cravings.
Winnie kept sneaking peeks at Sam as she drove down the dirt roads, looking for a truly secluded clearing where they could have their lunch, and hopefully get into some sex play if the boy was willing.
Winnie almost drove off the road a couple of times because she began to notice that the bulge in the front of the boy's jeans, already quite large, was beginning to get even bigger. He was wearing those jeans with the buttons in the front and she could see the way his cock was pushing against the thin faded denim material and shoving the buttons out in a sexy way.
Her pussy was juicing like crazy when they finally found a place to stop. She had to pull her eyes away from the cock bulge in the front of his jeans, it was becoming so damn attractive to the woman.
Sam was an extremely handsome boy. He was much more grown-up looking than Alan had been but he still possessed the boyish qualities that were a must for Winnie's newly acquired sexual appetite.
He had smooth skin, not a blemish on it anywhere. It looked to Winnie as if the boy was not a virgin. There was something in the way he smiled, and even the way he talked and carried himself that made him more grown up than Alan had been.
This didn't bother her. She knew even if the boy had fucked around before, it couldn't be very much, and in any case she was sure she would have plenty to teach the boy.
The sexy woman had to be the teacher, at least in part. This was all part of the fantasy she was living out with young boyhood, a fantasy which she now realized was becoming a major part of her life.
She hadn't been away from Alan and her relationship with him for one day and already she was getting involved with another young stud. Such a handsome one at that!
"Over there, that looks good," the boy pointed out.
Winnie looked across a small meadow and saw a clearing just the other side of some huge oak trees. "Yes, it looks very nice over there. Lots of thick grass to lie down on for lunch."
The boy looked at her and smiled.
Winnie wondered if her statement had been a little too obvious but she didn't care. She was getting more brazen now. This was the second boy she had tried to seduce and it was getting easier already.
Practice makes perfect, Winnie thought to herself. That had been a lesson she had preached in all her classes over and over again. She was finding it quite true, even when it came to making love.
It had been cumbersome at first, both mentally and physically. But she had learned to loosen up with Alan, to relax, and the feeling had been one of freedom and ecstasy. With this new boy, if given the chance, she would really let her hair down and go wild. Winnie wouldn't have to worry about the neighbors or the boy's parents or anything, not out here in the country. She had a feeling it was going to be a picnic lunch she would not soon forget.
She pulled the car to a halt just this side of the pretty little meadow. She glanced at Sam once more, quickly, and noticed that the bulge in the front of his jeans had grown even more.
They jumped out of the car and Sam grabbed his knapsack from the back of the car. He was supplying the lunch.
They strolled across the meadow. The birds were singing and the sun was shining. For a moment Winnie almost completely forgot the trauma she had left behind her only hours before. It seemed like a whole new life was opening up before her and what was in her past was behind her, and was going to stay there for good.
Sam was a fast walker and Winnie deliberately let him walk a little in front of her so she could see the way his ass filled out his sexy jeans.
As she had hoped and suspected, it was quite a sight. The boy's ass was much larger and fuller than Alan's had been. It was round, and looked like it was going to be rock hard with muscle when she touched it ... if she ever got to touch it!
She could see the ass crack, the jeans were so tight. It separated the huge ass cheeks in a sexy way. Winnie could almost taste the boy's asshole. She wanted to just reach out and pat the sexy little boy-bottom but she had to hold back. She wasn't even sure she would be able to get involved with this youngster in such a short time as lunch.
Winnie was going to do her best to seduce the boy. She wanted to because he was so beautiful, and she longed to make it with him. She also wanted to do it to prove to herself that although she would never completely get over or forget Alan, she would be able to function with other handsome young men. She had to go on, think about the future, and live for today in the best way she knew how.
They finally passed the little clump of trees and the meadow stretched out in front of them. It was surrounded almost completely by huge oaks, and Winnie couldn't even see the road where they had left the car.
They could hear the slight buzz of the whirring cars speeding along the freeway but they couldn't see the big six-lane road.
They were quite alone. They were together, away from the rest of the world, and Winnie had the privacy to try her hand at boy seduction one more time.
"Wow, it's hot. Do you mind if I take off my shirt?"
Winnie swallowed hard with excitement at the very thought but did her best to control her emotions. She didn't want to make the mistake of coming on to the boy too fast and having him freak out and reject her. She didn't think she would be able to handle something like that so close after her incident with Alan. Winnie needed love and attention right now more than anything else in the world. She could only hope that if she played her cards right, she would get this attention, in whatever form from Sam.
"Please, take it off, take it off," Winnie said, trying hard to keep her true feelings to herself.
She saw the taut firm body exposed in front of her and she gasped quietly. The boy was well-defined, had a swimmer's type of body, and seemed to radiate a sex-appeal that was making it extremely hard for Winnie to resist attacking him right then and there.
"Oh, that feels so much better," the boy said, throwing his shirt on the grass and rubbing the sweat across his chest in a sexy way.
Winnie noticed the boy's nipples were getting stiff. They looked so cute, she wanted to lean up and kiss and nibble them but she held herself back once more.
The boy's belly was firm and ridged with muscles the way Alan's had been, but he was a couple of years older than Alan and his body was even more well developed and defined.
Winnie thought to herself that this was about the oldest she would like any of her young boys to be. Sam was fourteen or so, and in another year he would be a young man and start taking on the qualities that had turned her off from men for good. He still had enough of his innocent boyish qualities left to excite her but she doubted they would last too much longer.
Sam was much too handsome a young man for him not to become jaded in one respect or another, especially when he started dating girls, if he hadn't already.
Whatever the outcome of this lunch, Winnie made up her mind she wasn't leaving until she at least got a kiss from the handsome boy, even a quick peck on the cheek ... but something!
Chapter Thirteen
Sam broke out the lunch his mother had prepared for him and before long they were eating happily, munching on sandwiches and eating apples and pears.
Winnie couldn't take her eyes off the boy's beautiful body. He seemed to have everything she wanted in a young man, especially youth.
The bulge in the front of his jeans had grown considerably and she was convinced that he had an erection, and hopefully it was for her.
"You sure are a handsome young man," Winnie said to the boy, taking a big bite out of the apple he had handed her.
"You are a pretty woman," Sam said, looking her straight in the eye.
Winnie knew the boy was going to be an easy trick. He was willing and he was making that fact obvious. She wanted him desperately and decided that she had waited long enough. She had to have him and she had to have him now!
Winnie decided to take matters into her own hands. She was going to take a chance by just making a pass at him, a pass he would hopefully respond positively to. She didn't know if she could handle a rejection, especially so soon after Alan, but something told her the boy would cooperate fully with any sexual advance she made.
Winnie leaned forward and placed her hand behind the boy's neck, pulled him forward gently and opened her mouth, placing her lips right over his.
The boy responded positively, as she had hoped, and kissed her back gently but firmly. They were off!
Winnie opened her mouth wide and kissed the boy feverishly. She jabbed inside his mouth with her forceful tongue, wiggling it all around the inside of his mouth cavity, as the spit from her own mouth flowed into his like a river.
The boy returned the favor by sending his own saliva back into her. Their mouth juices flowed back and forth between them as their passions rose higher and higher.
Winnie started falling back over onto the grass and the boy was right there to move on top of her. He spread his long lean body out on top of her and began to rub his masculine naked and sweating chest up against her tits.
Winnie was wearing a tight jersey top and her nipples became erect immediately from this stimulating contact with the handsome and sexually attractive youngster.
"Mmmm, you're beautiful," Winnie said, breaking the kiss and running her tongue all around his neck and ears as the boy squirmed about on top of her like a wild man.
Winnie ran her hands down over the nape of the boy's back, feeling the taunt back muscles, and the sensual way his body curved upward at the ass.
She teasingly ran her fingers over his ass, encased by the sexy thin faded denim. She didn't apply a lot of pressure at first, teasing herself as well as the boy. Then, with one sudden burst of energy she dug her fingernails into the ass cheeks as hard as she could, stabbing her fingers into the crack between the big tight cheeks, and making the boy moan loudly with passion.
"Ohhh, you have such a beautiful little ass," she groaned, hardly able to control the words of passion that seemed to flow out of her mouth.
Winnie was forgetting Alan and the town she left, Alan's parents and their threats, and everything else in her life. Winnie was only concerned with the present, with Sam, and with the pleasure she was sure she would be receiving shortly.
He was such an alive little boy, with all the prowess of a man older, but still maintaining the innocent quality that had become so necessary for one of her sexual playmates.
He was a boy and a man all in one and his very touch sent Winnie into fits of passion she hadn't previously imagined possible. She shoved her own tits up against the boy's naked chest and rubbed her stiff nipples against his sweating muscles until he was groaning out like a wild animal.
"Mmmm, ahhh," Sam said, as he shot down with his mouth and nibbled her breasts right through the cotton of her jersey.
He was a horny youngster, there was no getting around that fact and Winnie loved it. She encouraged him to continue his aggressive ways, by grinding her own soaking-wet pussy up into and against his rock-hard crotch.
She could feel the stiffness of his male member and knew for sure that he had a hard-on inside his jeans. She was turning him on, exciting him and making his passions rise. She loved the feeling this knowledge was giving her. She was in heaven. A sexual heaven!
"Let's undress," Winnie said. She couldn't stop the words. It had been what she was thinking and as soon as she let the thought travel through her mind the words were giving her away.
"What?" the boy said.
Winnie was nervous. She didn't know if he had heard her and was shocked, or if he hadn't actually heard what she had said.
"I said, let's get out of these clothes, and get more comfortable," Winnie said, pronouncing her words slowly and loudly so there would be no mistaking her intentions. She had to risk it, to take that chance. They would have to be getting back on the road soon and there wouldn't be too much more time to fool around. It was now or never.
Sam jumped up like he had been shot out of a cannon. He stared down at Winnie with wide-eyed excitement.
Winnie felt her heartbeat doubling as she gazed up at the boy. She didn't know what to expect.
All of a sudden Sam began unbuttoning the buttons on the front of his jeans. Winnie realized it was time for sex. It was time to get down to business.
Before the boy had even exposed the thick tufts of black curly pubic hair at his crotch, Winnie was on her feet and taking off her jersey top.
As the boy pulled down the jeans, exposing his stiff cock (he was wearing no underwear) Winnie yanked off her bra and shoved her two big tits out in front of her in a proud and sensual way.
The boy gasped and kicked off his shoes, as Winnie pulled off her skirt and panties.
They both stood looking at one another, naked as the day they were born.
Winnie looked down at Sam's cock.
It was beautiful.
Sam looked at the contours of Winnie's womanly body and his little pee-pee jumped in front of him as a tiny pool of pre-orgasmic fluid leaked out of the piss-slit at the very tip of the bulging cock head.
He was hot and looked like he could fuck her in a minute. At least to Winnie this was how he looked because it was what she wanted. She wanted him to fuck her desperately.
Winnie walked up to the boy and threw her arms around his broad shoulders. She pulled his young naked sweating body next to hers and hugged him until he groaned.
"Ahhh," he moaned out, as she literally squeezed the breath right out of his lungs.
"You're so beautiful, so handsome and wonderful," Winnie said in her low throaty moan.
"You're beautiful too," Sam said, and rubbed his chest against the protruding stiff nipples of the sexy woman.
Winnie had a feeling as she dropped to her knees and grabbed the boy's cock in her mouth, that Alan and all the bad memories she left behind would be forgotten. Sam and other boys like him would keep her happy. She would open another school, and conquer more and more young men. She would have a happy life of seducing young handsome boys. It would be wonderful!
Winnie opened wide and took the entire length and width of the little boy's prick into her mouth and started sucking on it passionately.
Sam didn't know what was going on. This was the type of thing he dreamed about when he jerked off and it was happening to him, really happening.
He wasn't going to fight it, the feelings were too good!
