I could tell just by the way the kid was looking at me that he was hot to jump my bones-but that did not come as a shock to me. I have known for many years that I am a hot fox.
I have known since soon after puberty that I have a strong effect on males of all ages. This kid was about sixteen and he was looking at me like I was some sort of goddess.
I have to admit that I thought he was pretty cute too. We were standing at the front entrance of a huge government office building in Washington, D.C. My husband is a senator, you see, and on this particular day I was there to see him.
But I had arrived early and I had some time to kill. What better way to pass the remainder of the afternoon than to have some hot sex with a teenaged boy?
I couldn't think of a better idea. I knew that the pages in this building had a reputation for being little minks when it came to sex. The word was that the teenagers who worked in that building liked to fuck like bunnies-and they sounded like my sort of people.
I hadn't made it with any of the youngsters up until that time. All of this happened last spring when I was discovering a lot of things about myself.
I had only cheated on my husband twice up until that time and both times it was with an old lover. One time for old time's sake. You know the deal. Very discreet. Nothing to feel guilty about, certainly not.
This was the first time I had ever plotted to have sex with a stranger. I was thirty-two years old at the time-twice the age of the skinny blonde kid who was giving me the eye. The age difference didn't bother me.
I figured there was a good chance the kid knew more about sex than I did-I had been quite naive when I was younger before I was married. And, even if he didn't know about sex as much as I gave him credit for, I figured that playing sexual teacher would be fun.
"Where are you headed, lady?" the boy said. His baby blue eyes were twinkling at me. He was a bold boy. I could tell by the knowing expression on his cute face that this was no virgin I was dealing with here. I suppose I should have felt guilty about robbing the cradle like that, but I didn't. I was convinced that I was about to have a sexual adventure and was looking forward to nothing but fun.
"I am here to see Senator Mumm. I'm Mrs. Mumm. Tammy Mumm," I said. "But I am very early for my appointment. Is there a place where I can wait comfortably?"
"That depends," the boy said. He tilted his head a little to one side. I thought he was going to wink at me for a second from the naughty expression on his face. He didn't wink but he did move his slender hips from side to side a little bit-which I found acutely seductive.
"What does it depend on?" I asked. I could feel the hot blood of my body pumping downward toward the pink delta between my legs. I could tell that both my inner and outer cunt lips were well on their way to being thoroughly engorged with the hot blood of my feminine horniness.
"On whether or not you want to wait alone," he said. This time he did wink and I couldn't help but laugh. The kid had balls-trying to pick up a senator's wife. I could have had him fired on the spot for acting the way he was acting-if I wanted to be an old fuddy-duddy. I guess the kid could see right through me. I guess he could tell by one look at me that I was every bit as horny as he was.
"I don't want to be alone at all," I said making a purring noise in the back of my throat. My entire neck vibrated when I made that sound and I sounded-if I do say so myself-very much like a real cat.
"Good, then I know a perfect place on the third floor where the two of us can be alone together," the boy said. He turned his back to me and began to walk toward the elevator. I stepped quickly on my high heels-click, click, click-until I was shoulder to shoulder with him once again.
"So, what is your name?" I asked him. I found myself looking at the crotch of his page boy uniform. I could tell by the size of the bulge in his crotch that the kid was hung like a horse. I like a kid with a big dick. The bigger the better-that has always been my motto.
"My name is Christopher Cummings. I know your husband. He's an okay guy. He sure is lucky to have a wife as sexy as you," Christopher said to me. I looked down at his crotch once again and I could see that the bulge there had grown even larger in the previous few seconds.
"I wish someone would explain that to him. He is so busy all the time I hardly ever get to see him. When I do he treats me like a piece of furniture," I said.
"That's too bad. Well, I guess you must be pretty frustrated. I have my break now so nobody will be expecting me for a half hour. Maybe I can get some of the frustration out of your system before we part ways."
"You sure do have quite a line for a kid your age," I said. I wasn't just kidding him. I was sincere. He spoke better than most teenagers and he seemed a lot more sure of himself. I guess that boys learn confidence with women early in life when they are blessed with humongous dicks like the one Christopher had between his slender legs.
We waited for the elevator. When the door opened and we stepped into the quiet elevator together there was no one else around. I thought the kid might jump me right then and there. But he didn't. He was cool. He was going to wait until our privacy was assured.
Good boy.
"Do you take many women up to this room?" I asked.
"Not a lot. I pick my spots," Christopher said to me.
"How old are you?" I asked with a curious expression.
"How old do I look?" Christopher asked defiantly.
"About sixteen," I said, looking up and down his entire body.
"There you go. I got an early start," Christopher said. I laughed.
"I was a late bloomer myself," I said. "We're even."
The elevator stopped on the third floor and we walked all the way to the end of the hall. Christopher looked up and down the hallway and then opened an office door. He gestured for me to be quiet and enter quickly.
He was about an inch taller than me. Of course, I am a rather tall woman, standing five eight. Statuesque, you might say. I was a string bean as a teenager, but, most men agree, I have filled out quite nicely. I don't want to sound like I am bragging or anything like that but I have heard myself described as a bombshell. There was no question about the boy's taste because he was with me. I attracted boys even when I was skinny because I always had a very open-minded attitude, but I don't think I REALLY started turning them on until I got to college and my figure finally began to fill out.
Christopher shut the door behind him and we turned to face one another. I kicked off my high heels and moved closer to him. He wrapped his arms around my slender waist.
I placed my hands at the back of his neck and folded my dainty fingers together. Our faces moved closer to one another as if we were moving in slow motion. We closed our eyes. We paused when our lips were only a fraction of an inch apart-certainly close enough for us to be able to feel each other's hot moist breath. We could feel each other's radiating body heat. Then our lips did press together. Christopher kissed me gently at first and then more firmly so that I could feel my lips being pressed back over my teeth. Our lips were like two pairs of sensuous pillows as they writhed together. At first we kissed only with our lips. Then-just as if we had rehearsed the act many times in the past-we both offered the tips of our tongues at precisely the same time. We touched the tips of our pink tasters together and I could feel the horniness in my cunt growing in leaps and bounds. I was wearing a tight red dress that showed off my figure.
I pressed my tits against him. I felt his cock throbbing against the front of my thigh, through my dress and his pants. I could feel his knee working up between my legs so that he was pressing against my crotch.
I could feel the little glands inside my pussy starting to secrete my natural lubrication-the slippery stuff designed to help a thick cock slip in and out of that fuck hole with great ease. Yes, my cunt was already moist-and I could tell that it wouldn't be long before my poontang was SOAKING WET from the nectar being secreted inside my hot quim. My pussy flesh-all of those many folds of pink mucous membrane-were fully engorged with hot blood by this time.
I could feel my natural lubrication pooling at the base of my pussy gash, in between my protruding and slightly curled back inner cunt lips.
I could tell that it wouldn't be long before I began to make a wet spot on the crotch of my pink panties. The juice was accumulating at the mouth of my fuck hole.
My nipples were getting hard.
My breasts felt swollen.
My pussy flesh quivered.
My inner thighs were hot.
I could feel my pussy flesh starting to crawl around in between my legs just as if it had all suddenly developed a mind of its own magically.
I could feel my clitoris starting to grow into an erection at the very top of my cunt. My love button was pushing out from under the fleshy sheath that usually all but covered it.
I could tell that my clitoral foreskin was being pushed up and out of the way by my constantly growing little man in the boat. I could tell that it wasn't going to be very long at all before the center of my womanly pleasure was DEMANDING attention.
Soon Christopher and I were exploring the insides of each other's mouths thoroughly with our bold and curious tasters. He was licking at my teeth.
I was licking at his gums.
He was sucking my tongue and licking at the insides of my cheeks. I pushed my tongue under his and began to stimulate his salivary gland.
I could feel my mouth watering.
My own salivary gland was working overtime. The oral stimulation was making my mouth water and I found that I had to swallow more frequently than usual to keep from drooling.
My cunt was aching badly.
I could feel my natural lubrication drooling out of my cunt onto my panties-making the soft cottony material crawl up in between my swollen cunt lips.
I found this most uncomfortable.
My pussy, all of a sudden, felt as if it were suffocating. My cunt felt as if it were badly in need of fresh air. My twat was trapped in a cloth prison.
I felt his hands on my ass.
Christopher had one of my ass cheeks in either of his hands-still outside my dress and he was kneading the firm yet supple flesh in a most lovely way.
We quaffed each other's sweet spittle.
The kiss lasted for a long time and we were both on the breathless side by the time it was through. Our lips came apart-and then our tongues separated.
A string of spittle bridged us.
We both pulled back with our heads a few more inches and that string of spittle broke in its center, half falling onto either of our chins.
I could feel my horniness having an effect on my respiratory system. I realized that I was already beginning to pant-pant like the wild animal in heat I wanted so badly to become.
I didn't bother to tell Christopher that I had never done anything like this before. I figured there was no way the kid would believe me anyway. I didn't want to tell him that there was a good chance that he had had more lovers than I. He looked up to me as a serious lover with great experience and technique-and I didn't want to shatter his illusion. I wanted to become what he thought I was already. I love boys. I have always loved boys. I think I always will. I had only kissed him once and I think I wanted to fuck more than I had ever wanted to fuck before. I could feel my horniness growing in leaps and bounds. My libido's ache was mounting in quantum leaps. I moved my mouth rapidly to the side of his neck. I kissed him there. Then his mouth moved to my neck and he found my jugular vein. He licked and kissed and bit up and down my neck. I turned my head to one side so that it would be easier for him. He had a magic mouth. At least Christopher knew how to do magic things with that hot mouth of his.
He used his sharp white teeth to bite my neck-but he was smart enough not to allow his teeth to linger in one spot long enough to leave any lasting marks.
He knew that it wouldn't be so hot if I showed up at my husband's office with a hickey on my neck!!!
Christopher flicked the tip of his tongue back and forth across my dangling earlobe. My ears are pierced and I was wearing little gold ball earrings on that day.
Christopher pushed his bold and curious taster right inside my ear at that moment. He pushed deep into my inner ear canal with his wet tongue. I shivered.
I could feel the little hairs at the back of my slender neck standing on end as my body's entire surface area became covered with goose bumps.
Yes, every square inch of my skin became covered with bumpy gooseflesh. I could feel the wet spot in the crotch of my panties getting a little bit larger with each passing second.
My red dress was cut low in the front, in a vee, so that a plentiful portion of my long deep cleavage was clearly visible. My dress was hemmed below the knee.
But the dress was slit up the side so that I flashed my shapely legs with every step I took. The boy was breathing even harder than I was.
"Let's fuck," I said.
I had never had a vulgar vocabulary, even in bed, before. Somehow it seemed inappropriate to call what Christopher and I were about to do making love. We were going to fuck. That was the only word for it. We were animals with animalistic needs-and we were going to use each other's bodies for satisfaction. Love had nothing to do with it.
"That's the best idea I have heard all day," Christopher said.
I pulled away from him and turned my back to him slowly.
"Unzip me please," I said. Again I made the purring noise.
"My pleasure," Christopher said, trying to make his voice sound deeper and more grown-up than it actually was.
The zipper went from the center of my back all the way down to the top of the crack of my ass. I was wearing no bra. I could feel his fingers working nimbly. He didn't seem at all nervous. I thought about how much fun I could have had back when I was sixteen if I had been as sure of myself as Christopher was.
When my dress was unzipped all the way I felt him peeling the material back over my shoulders. I helped him. I wiggled my self out of my dress, letting it fall in a pile at my feet.
I stepped out of the dress and turned facing him in just my panties and my stockings. His cock looked like it was going to come bursting out of the crotch of his pants at any second.
I slowly removed my stockings and then peeled off my underwear. I sighed as the wet material pulled out of the cleavage between my swollen cunt lips. He was licking and smacking his lips obscenely as he looked at me while I was as naked as the day I was born.
"Nice," he said.
"Thanks."
"You are about the foxiest woman I have ever seen-and I consider myself quite an expert on the subject," Christopher exclaimed.
"You get undressed," I said.
"Nah, I'll just whip out my prick," he said.
"What position would you like to fuck in?" I asked.
"Just bend over the desk. I'll take you from the rear."
"Okie-dokie," I said, with an almost girlish enthusiasm.
I didn't turn my back to him right away and he could tell that I was waiting for him to hitch down his drawers.
"I'd like to get a look at the dick that's about to plow into me, thank you," I heard myself say.
"Sure thing."
In a flash the teenager's hands were on his belt. He unbuckled his brass belt buckle and unbuttoned the single button that held the tops of his trousers together.
He then pulled down the zipper to his fly and worked his thumbs under the top of his pants and the elastic to his jockey shorts.
He pulled his pants and his white underwear down simultaneously and I could see his dick come snapping out from his crotch like a horny jack in the box.
I puckered my lips. I sucked in cool air.
I produced a low whistling noise of unadulterated appreciation. His cock was even bigger than I imagined.
I could tell that he was going to fill me to the brim with that cock meat of his. It was both long and thick.
I reached down and took his cock in my hand. I gave it a squeeze. I loved the way his boner felt.
I could feel his awesome tool of masculinity throbbing against my palm and the insides of my fingers.
I tickled his balls a little bit with the tips of my fingernails and I loved the way he sounded when he moaned.
I then turned my back to him. The office was quite plush, and I wondered why it was never used.
I could see that the desk was huge and made of oak. There was a big picture window that overlooked the Washington Monument.
The walls were lined with shelves designed to hold books. But there were no books. The floor was carpeted.
The rug was a thick shag with soft pile. Maybe the office had once belonged to someone who got arrested.
Government was being ravaged by an FBI investigation. Maybe there were more empty offices in that building than I realized. One thing was for sure. If there was an empty office, Christopher knew where it was.
I would have thought that vacated offices would be kept locked-but I didn't ask Christopher about this.
I found it increasingly difficult to think about ANYTHING other than sex at that divine, seductive moment.
I could feel my natural lubrication drooling right out of my pussy down the smooth skin of my inner thighs.
My thighs felt hotter than ever and I could tell the skin near the sides of my vulva was flushed with my arousal.
My love button had grown so large by this time that I thought the damn thing was going to burst at any second.
Seriously, my clit was so urgently erect that I thought it would explode from the internal pressure I experienced.
I leaned over the desk.
I jack-knifed at the waist.
I kept my knees straight.
I pushed my bare feet far apart on the shag rug, my toes digging into and clutching at the thick pile.
My tits were against the desk. I stretched my arms over the desk, my palms flat against the oak wood.
My fingers were separated. My inner cunt lips were opening and closing rhythmically as if they wanted to suck the boy's dick right up inside.
I could feel his hands on my bare ass. Christopher ran the tips of his fingers up and down the cleavage between my ass cheeks. Then he began to finger my cunt.
"Nice and slippery," he said.
"Just for you," I replied.
He pushed his middle finger right up my cunt as deeply as he could get it. He didn't stop penetrating me in this manner until his finger was inside as far as it could possibly go. My inner cunt lips gripped his longest digit at the third knuckle. He wiggled his finger around in there for a moment and then pulled it out. His fingertip found my clit.
He rolled my clit in a circle and I could feel all of my muscles tensing up on me involuntarily. I was breathing harder than ever. He touched lightly at first, but he steadily increased the pressure and the tempo of his finger's movements as he proceeded.
He diddled me hard and fast-and he didn't stop until I exploded into orgasm. I heard myself scream with pleasure. I figured it wasn't too cool to make too much noise so I bit my bottom lip to stifle my exclamation of ecstasy.
The second my come was over the boy guided the tip of his erect dong to my cunt. He slid the tip of his pecker up and down the entire length of my poontang slash. He did this for a couple of reasons. First of all, it felt great for both of us. But he also rubbed my cunt with his cock head to get my juice all over his glans. He knew that the deep penetration of my hot pussy would be more comfortable for both of us if both my cunt and his cock were slippery with my internal secretions.
He moved the head of his cock to the mouth of my fuck hole. My pussy and his dick were throbbing in sync with one another.
He bent at the knees slightly so that the shaft of his cock would be at the appropriate angle for deep-vaginal penetration.
He began to push.
I began to open for him.
I concentrated on relaxing the muscles astride my vulva as my cunt opened further and forth until the tissues were taut. Only then did the bulbous purple head of his cock push inside me.
He entered me slowly-a fraction of an inch at a time. I felt the tip of his dick strike my cervix-and this caused a lightning bolt of pleasure to shoot through me.
I could feel that rush of sexy pleasure running up and down the entire length of my spine-all the way from my tailbone up to the base of my skull and then back down to my dripping cunt once again.
I could feel the tip of his cock pressing against the back wall of my pussy. My internal tissues had to stretch to take his entire dick.
But, take his entire dick I did. He pushed all the way in and then began to gyrate his hips so that he was stretching my inner cunt lips and the inner walls of my pussy in every possible direction. I could tell that I was going to come again almost as soon as he started his natural in and out fucking motion. Christopher pulled his cock almost all the way out of my pussy and then paused. He took a deep breath.
Christopher completely filled his lungs with air. He then grunted out the air loudly and stabbed forward with his stiff pole. He drove the entire cock into me in one fell swoop.
I could hear my cunt making a farting noise as gas was forced from the passageway. I felt another rush of pleasure-a lot more intense than the first one. I was close to orgasm.
He began to fuck me with a smooth steady stroke. At first the boy moved his masculine lower torso from side to side almost as much as back and forth.
His cock head probed my internal tissues marvelously and I felt my volcano erupt again. I snapped my head back. My mouth fell open. My tongue flopped in and out of my mouth. My pussy was spasming-sucking at his thick cock in the process. His breath quickened and he began to fuck very hard.
He shifted his hips into high gear.
His cock shifted into overdrive as he gave it everything he had and fucked me with reckless abandon.
Then he rammed the entire length of his cock into me-slapping at my ass and the backs of my thighs with his loins.
I could feel his balls on my clit. The tip of his cock was well up inside my belly. He was filling me to the brim.
He held me at the sides of my hips and his cock grew even more urgently erect. I tugged his dick at the root with my internal muscles. I sucked the come right up out of his scrotal sack and hot cock with the muscles inside my cunt.
I could feel his jism violently splattering against my inner cunt. He was filling me with thick spunk and I was still coming. We both had to make an effort to keep quiet as we came simultaneously.
CHAPTER TWO
I was sick of being "the little woman," to a man who was entirely too busy to pay much attention to me. I made my appointment with my husband on time that afternoon.
We even went out to dinner together but I don't think more than ten words were spoken during the entire meal. My husband seemed preoccupied. So what else was new?
He kissed me on the cheek as we parted. He said he had to get back to the office and that I shouldn't wait up for him because he would be very, very late. As I listened to this I could feel Christopher's come dripping out my pussy, and I remembered the two great orgasms the kid had given me.
I wonder now why I didn't just stick with Christopher and get my kicks periodically with the same page. But that wasn't my mode. I felt as if I had a lot of lost time to make up for.
I felt as if I had notches on my bedpost to accumulate-if you know what I mean. I wanted to fuck all of the young pages in Washington. I wanted to try it all. I wanted to live a life that was free of taboo.
I had always wondered whether or not I was bisexual and I was starting to think it might be fun to get it on with some of the pretty page girls floating around the office buildings of the city as well.
I wanted to get started immediately. I knew I would have to be cool or else all hell would break loose. I guess it would be safe to say that my marriage was in serious difficulty. Not only did I want to cheat on my husband-but I wanted to cheat adventurously. I wanted to make it with exclusively males-and maybe females-who were half my age.
Maybe I was sick. Maybe I am sick. Who knows? All I know is that I feel alive and sexy when I am with young boys. The younger the better.
The next page I ended up making it with that spring was just as old as Christopher-but not nearly as experienced. This time it was I who did the seducing. I felt quite proud of myself. I have to admit that I was nervous. I could feel my heart in my throat and I could feel butterflies in my tummy.
It happened early on a Monday morning. I had been checking out all the boys during the previous week-looking for the cuter ones. They all checked me out too-some more obvious than others.
I took a liking for a handsome Italian lad who often twinkled when he looked at me, but made no outward sign of flirtatiousness. I seemed to make him nervous yet attracted. He seemed like the sort of kid who might be able to keep a secret. I already knew where to take the page when I had him. To the third floor where Christopher had taken me, of course.
When I showed up on that Monday morning I made no effort to contact my husband. I waited there in the lobby until I saw the black haired boy.
I knew that I would chicken out if I let myself hesitate, so I immediately approached him. I gave him a big smile. He stepped aside, thinking I wanted to get past. He looked like he was about to melt with a sick puppy expression on his face when I held his gaze, and then looked slowly up and down the entire length of his body. His bulge went down his pant leg! There was more than one reason I had chosen him, you see.
"Excuse me," I said. My eyes searched his name tag. "Mr. Saranetto, what is your first name?"
"Anthony," he said.
"Anthony, I think you are the best looking page in this whole building. I just wanted you to know that," I said.
"Thank you, ma'am."
"Call me Tammy. I have an office on the third floor. Would you like to go there with me now. We can talk."
"Go there? With you? Talk?"
"Come along, take my hand. I will cover for you if your supervisor misses you. My name is Tammy Mumm. I'm the senator's wife," I said.
He gulped.
"Okay," he said.
I was not as patient as Christopher. I made my move on Anthony while we were still in the elevator.
The second the door shut I stood very close to him. I pressed my loins and my breasts against him. My mouth was a wanton thing. A living thing. Ready to quiver when touched.
But he didn't kiss me on his own. He seemed very distraught. I thought his teeth would begin chattering.
"You don't seem very comfortable around women," I said.
"Not like this I'm not," Anthony confessed. "I never-"
"Hush, I suspected not. I will have to teach you some things."
"Please, Mrs. Mumm. I could get in a lot of trouble for-"
"I said hush. I am going to teach you nothing but fun things," I said.
With that I pressed my mouth over his and plunged my tongue into his oral cavity. I could feel the tension go out of his spine and soon we were rolling our tongues together blissfully.
In the office, which was empty thank God, I kissed him again, rubbing my loins against that hardening bulge down his pant leg. He began to moan. "I want to go down on you."
"Go down, Mrs. Mumm?"
"Call me Tammy."
"T-T-T-Tammy."
"I want to suck your cock."
"That sure sounds good."
"I think you will like it more than you even imagine," I said.
This was a piece of cake. This was like taking candy from a baby. Never overestimate the morals and scruples of sixteen year old boys.
I told him to stand with his buttocks leaning against the edge of the desk. He no longer seemed nervous. A little confused perhaps, but I don't think he was experiencing any anxiety.
He stood about an inch over six feet tall. He had an olive complexion, and I could tell he was the sort to tan as brown as a berry in the golden summertime sunshine.
His hair was black and curly and cropped short. His skin was very smooth. I don't think he ever had to shave.
His shoulders were broad. He had a strong chin and bedroom eyes. His eyes were actually dark brown-but they looked as ebony as his hair in the limited illumination of the deserted office.
His waist and hips were extremely slender. There was a great ratio in between his shoulders and his hips in terms of girth. His legs were long. His hands and feet were large.
I knelt before him. He was standing with his shoulders back and squared. His chin was held up proudly.
His back was slightly arched. His hands were on his hips. His knees were slightly bent. His hips looked ready to gyrate.
Anthony Saranetto was standing so that his loins, and therefore his aroused genitalia, were out in front of the rest of his lithe body.
I was kneeling before him. I unbuckled his belt. I undid his pants and pulled down the zipper of his fly.
I pulled down his pants and underwear down simultaneously, asking him first to lean away from the desk for a moment.
I was going to show him my stuff. I was not going to just give him his first blow job. I was going to give him the best blow job he may ever have in his entire life. That was, unless I decided to give him another one somewhere down the line.
I was going to show him a little trick that my power hungry husband once taught me. I wasn't going to suck just the head of his cock while pumping the shaft with a busy fist. Oh no. I was going to do much more than that.
I was going to offer my throat to him.
I was going to swallow his whole dong.
Anthony was going to fuck my face.
This was more a face fuck than a blow job.
I gasped when I saw his cock come snapping out from inside his drawers. His dick was even bigger than Christopher's. I began to wonder if this dick was going to fit inside my mouth. Shit.
This was the biggest dick I had ever seen up until that point in my life-although I had to admit that I was no expert in the subject.
I did, however, wonder if whoever was hiring these kids wasn't checking out their dicks before making his or her selections. The girls around the place were on the exceptionally foxy side as well. The place had the feel of a seething sexual playground. My husband worked there.
I wondered how Anthony had come out unscathed. How had he retained his chastity in such an atmosphere. I was having no trouble taking his chastity away.
Perhaps I had been the first woman smart enough to ask him a direct question-after all, my competition came from teenaged girls who wouldn't know a direct question from a hole in the ground.
Come to think of it, I didn't really ask him a question at all. I ordered him to come with me to the office.
Well, that's cool. I knew that I had to be forceful and I was. It is as simple as that. I was feeling quite proud of myself for my boldness, I must confess.
His cock had to be a good nine and a half inches long. My intentions were good, but I wasn't all sure I was going to be able to get that humongous dong into my throat.
The length of the cock wasn't the facet that impressed me the most. It was the thickness of that rod that really blew my mind. The damn thing was thicker than my wrist.
I could see that his monster man schlong was thickest at the head. The crown of Anthony's dong looked like a small doorknob or something. It was obviously fully engorged.
The skin covering the head of Anthony's dick was stretched smooth and thin. It looked as smooth as the desk top. The skin looked dangerously stretched.
The head of Anthony's cock-seriously looked like it would explode if another drop of masculine blood tried to pump its way inside.
I found myself looking at the little hole at the very tip of that Italian boy's dong. It looked like a little mouth-with swollen lips astride the opening.
I could see that Anthony's cute little urethra was opening and closing as if that toothless mouth were trying to call out in vain with desire.
His foreskin had been removed, leaving a ring of scar tissue just below the lower rim of his bulbous glans. The entire length of his dick was bobbing up and down.
The shaft of his cock was only a bit skinnier than the head. It was also a slightly lighter shade of purple.
The glans was almost blue black. The shaft was just as hard as the head. As hard as a pillar of marble.
As the tip snapped upward I found myself looking at the underside of Anthony's thick cock shaft.
The boy's glans was getting closer and closer to his belly-heading for a spot well above his navel.
I could see that the underside of Anthony's tool of manhood was lined with bulging blue veins.
The veins were protruding from the surface-giving the boy's huge dong that craggy look I like so much.
I lowered my eyes and found myself looking at the dangling wrinkled sack that held Anthony's hot nuts.
I could tell immediately that Anthony's scrotal sack-like his cock-was, by far, the largest I had ever seen. His nuts were the size of golf balls. His testicles looked as if they were swollen to three times their normal size. His scrotum looked filled to the brim with his come.
He looked as if he were about to overflow with cream down there. I pulled his pants and his underwear all the way down to his ankles.
I reached up and placed the tips of my fingers on the underside of his dick shaft. I could feel those bulging veins throbbing against the sensitized tips of my digits.
I arched my fingers at the knuckles so that my long fingernails would not get in the way. I pushed the tip of his cock upward until I was pinning it against his shirt. He quickly unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it open so that I could press his glans against his skin. I began to kiss and lick at the insides of his thighs. I began down by his knees and worked my way slowly upward toward the base of his dangling scrotal sack. I allowed my teeth to lightly bite him as I found spots that instinctively struck me as particularly hypersensitive.
I moved my mouth a fraction of an inch at a time and stopped when I was only a millimeter or two away from his nuts. I know he could feel my hot breath on his balls-and that sensation alone must have been driving him bonkers.
I was teasing the hell out of him. He was panting and moaning. I could tell that it was increasingly difficult for him to keep the lower half of his body still.
He began to gyrate.
He was writhing.
I could tell that I was going to need agility in my head and shoulders to keep my mouth precisely where I wanted it.
I finally gave in and began to stroke his nuts. I parted my lips and stuck my pink tongue out of my hot mouth as far as I could get it.
I concentrated on making my tongue as pointy as possible at the tip and touched the underside of Anthony's scrotal sack as lightly as I could.
I flicked back and forth with the tip of my tongue lightly and quickly. He began to moan more loudly than before. The movements of his hips were urgent now.
I could see that there was a thick patch of black pubic hair all around the base of his cock shaft.
There were even short and curly black hairs growing directly out of his huge scrotum. I pulled one lightly with a thumb and forefinger.
My laving of his scrotum became increasingly eager and enthusiastic as I proceeded. I switched to the flat part of my tongue and I didn't stop licking his balls until the whole bag was wet and shiny from the sweet spittle that dribbled from my taster.
Then I sucked his balls. I knew I had to be careful when I did this because I could easily hurt him.
Believe me, the last thing I wanted to do at that moment was cause Anthony the slightest discomfort.
I curled my lips over my teeth so I would not risk inadvertently biting him during this sexy procedure.
I softened my mouth. I tried to make my mouth cottony soft. I then wrapped my mouth around his left nut.
I did not suck as hard as I could. Oh no. I sucked with a smooth, steady, controlled draw. He loved it.
I hollowed my cheeks only slightly with the steady vacuum I had created inside my hot oral cavity.
I kept my tongue busy at all times and found myself sucking and licking the boy's testicle simultaneously. He was moaning very loudly.
"Shhhhhhh," I said.
"Sorry," he replied.
Now it was he who was biting his lips. I pulled my mouth off the first nut only to repeat the process with the other. Then I placed the tip of my tongue on the underside of his cock shaft at the very base. I touched him with my tongue right where his balls and his cock came together.
I found myself looking right at those bulging veins. I noticed that there was one vein that was a good deal thicker and longer than any of the others.
I decided to allow that vein to determine my tongue's route to the tip of his cock. I began to flick upward.
Again I moved my mouth slowly-a millimeter at a time. But I didn't stop until I got to the base of the head.
Anthony's body jerked as I lapped at a fleshy spot there-and he knew he was particularly hypersensitive there. I allowed my tongue to linger.
The fleshy patch was just below a groove split in the underside of his cock head. The groove made his glans resemble a ripe plum.
I ran my tongue right up the groove on the underside of his glans until my tongue was very close to the little hole at the tip of his pecker.
I released the pressure on the underside of his dong shaft with my arched fingers a little bit so that his cock head would come away from his flat belly.
At the same time I placed my upturned left fingertips on the underside of the boy's dangling scrotum.
I wiggled the tips of those digits and fondled his twin glands of masculinity in this sexy manner.
I bobbed his swollen balls up and down on my fingertips-as if trying to determine their mass.
Then I tried to cup my hand under his balls. To my surprise I found the sack was too large to fit there.
There was no way I could make the entire sack fit in the palm of a single hand. It made no difference how much I stretched or separated my fingers Some of that sack always drooped over the edge of my hand. This did not keep me from holding what I could.
I began to squeeze his balls rhythmically squeezing in sync with his now racing heartbeat. He liked that a lot.
In this way I was simulating the natural throbbing Anthony was experiencing at that moment in his balls.
I rolled the sides of my tongue lazily over the smooth skin covering the crown of his massive dick.
I moistened the entire head with my taster. I was pleased to find that his cock head felt as smooth as it looked.
I flicked the tip of my tongue back and forth across his piss hole itself. I could tell that various muscles in his body were tensing up on him involuntarily.
I licked up and down the shaft of his cock with the flat part of my tongue. I lapped him cheerfully.
I was licking at his cock just as if it were the world's largest all-day sucker. I was ready to suck him.
I knew I would have to work fast.
I knew I wouldn't have to suck him long.
I could tell he was already close to the edge. His sexual arousal was approaching saturation.
His orgasm was approaching inevitability.
I moved my knees back on the floor and managed to get my neck straight. I relaxed my jaw with thought control.
I concentrated on breathing exclusively through my nose. This, of course, would soon be a necessity.
Soon, my mouth was going to be full.
I could hear myself making little snorting noises as I sucked air through my flaring nostrils deep into my sinuses-and then my lungs.
I could feel my throat muscles relaxing. I decided that I had better tell the boy what I was going to do ahead of time-before he had a chance to become afraid of castration.
"I want you to fuck my face, Anthony. I want you to push your cock all the way down my gullet and fuck my mouth hole just as if it were my pussy."
"Okay," he said. It hadn't been hard to convince him. He looked a little skeptical but, generally, he was in the mood to do whatever I asked him. I had already given him more masculine physical pleasure than he probably thought possible. His eyes had the glazed over look of acute passion.
I moved into position. I made a fist around the base of his cock shaft. I was squeezing his dick-tugging him at the root.
I was still holding tightly to his balls. I began to squeeze at his cock and his scrotum at the same time.
I then dropped my jaw. I dropped my jaw so low-in fact-that it threatened to lock in that position.
I could feel the skin at the corners of my mouth pulling taut. I could feel my jaw start to ache right away.
But I quickly thrust the discomfort in the lower half of my face into the back of my pretty head.
I concentrated my attentions from that moment onto the pleasure I was giving rather than my own pain.
I once again curled my fleshy lips over my teeth so that I would not risk biting him. Fortunately I do not have over-large teeth.
I pushed forward with my head and the boy
-trying to be cooperative-pushed forward with his hips.
The head of his cock pushed into my mouth
-stretching the skin at the corners of my mouth back even more.
For a moment I could feel my lips locked under the lower rim of the boy's glans, on the scar tissue.
I was flicking my tongue back and forth across his piss hole as I sucked his bulbous glans exclusively.
Then we both began to push forward at the same time. I could feel his cock head entering my throat.
I guess you might say that I am' like a sword-swallower in the circus-the way I have learned to control the muscles inside my gullet.
I completely turned off my gag mechanism. I could tell that neither one of us had any intention of stopping the violation of my oral cavity until my lips were gripping his awesome tool at the hilt.
My gullet was strained but I was managing. This one was taking ALL of my oral skills, you better believe.
I could see that my nose was getting ever-closer to the thick patch of pubic hair above his cock shaft.
I removed my right fist from the shaft of his cock. From that point on the fist would have gotten in the way.
I placed my right palm flat across the tiny cheeks of Anthony's ass, and I was surprised at what I felt.
The Italian teenager had tensed the muscles in his diminutive buttocks as tightly as they could go.
He was pressing his ass cheeks together as tightly as he could also. His ass was as hard as rock just then.
As my nose disappeared inside the boy's pubic patch I discovered that I could not breathe at all. I tried to inhale but nothing happened.
I felt a twinge of panic and began to pull back with my head immediately. When his cock was all the way inside my throat I could feel his balls and the inside of my left wrist touching my chin.
I began to bob back and forth with my head and I could tell that he was very, very close to orgasm.
All of his muscles were tensing up involuntarily on him. His face began to tilt upward toward the ceiling.
I glanced up and I could see that his cute facial features were contorting wildly with the intensity of the sensations he was experiencing. His cock slid in and out of my throat-faster and faster.
His eyes were closed so tightly that the lids were wrinkled. His nose was moving up and down very fast so that cute little crinkles were forming across its bridge.
His usually smooth forehead was deeply furrowed because of his acute manly horniness. His lips were stretched back over his white teeth.
His facial expression had twisted into something that resembled a perfect cross between a smile and a grimace. At least it looked that way to me.
His back was arching so sharply that he soon looked like a bow-you know-about to shoot an arrow.
Then I felt the extra swelling in the head of his cock and I could feel the extra urgency in the shaft.
I couldn't help but notice that his cock shaft curled upward a little bit just before he shot his wad.
I tried to ready myself for the explosion. It never occurred to me to take my mouth off at the last second.
And what? Let him shoot that jism all over my kisser? Hell, no. That only happens in porno movies.
I wanted to swallow his come.
I have thought ever since I gave my first blow job, that the taste of a man's come is about the most delicious thing a woman can experience.
I have heard of women who say that hate the taste of a man's come. They think it is disgusting or, worse, they find drinking it degrading or humiliating.
Those women are fools.
Don't they know that a man's come is practically one-hundred percent protein-and is actually very good for them. Drinking down a man's spunk is like letting him feed you a hot meal.
Who wouldn't like that?
Anyway, there was no way I could prepare for the massive explosion that occurred at that point. The poor boy must not have shot his wad in a month.
There was a hell of a lot more come than I was anticipating.
I found that I had to puff out my cheeks and start swallowing immediately in my vain attempt to keep all of the jism inside my struggling oral cavity.
But it was no use.
There was just too much come. I could feel Anthony's jism rolling from the stretched corners of my mouth, dribbling ever-so-slowly onto my chin.
It cooled and coagulated.
Some of that come dripped-plop, plop, plop-onto the inside of my left wrist. I was still clutching his nuts with that hand. I was clutching more firmly that before because he was climaxing and I wanted his pleasure to be as intense as possible. I still was not clutching his balls anywhere near hard enough to risk hurting him, of course.
The semen was hotter than I had expected also. For a frightening moment or two I thought the inside of my mouth was being scalded by that spunk.
I thought the boy might be feverish or something. I found that I had to wait for his come to cool a bit before my tastebuds could fully appreciate the flavor.
It was worth the wait.
I was not disappointed.
I was thrilled to discover that Anthony had just about the best tasting come I had ever known. It might have been the best tasting thing I had ever experienced, in general.
I have eaten all of the world's most expensive caviar and none of it tasted as good as the silver spout from the tip of Anthony's dick; I had pulled my head back at the last minute so that only the head of his cock was inside my mouth. I think Anthony wanted to shoot his cream with his dick all the way down my throat but that would never do because his come would have missed my tongue completely and I wouldn't have had the opportunity to savor what I knew was going to be a delicious flavor.
Call it feminine intuition.
I noticed that his spurts decreased in quantity as his orgasm proceeded. I had no trouble keeping all of his jism inside my mouth after that initial blast.
I timed my sucking motion so that it was in sync with the convulsions in his humongous member.
I sucked and swallowed, sucked and swallowed, sucked and swallowed, like that. He was making a growling sound.
There was nothing remotely human about the sound Anthony Saranetto was making at that point.
He sounded like an animal.
I found that I loved the texture of the boy's come just as much as the flavor. The texture of his silver seed reminded me of raw egg whites-which I suppose would have grossed me out royally in all but a prurient context.
I found that the boy's come tasted salty and fishy and ever-so-refreshing. His semen tasted like the froth of the sea. It tasted like life itself as far as I was concerned. I couldn't get enough of that stuff.
The taste of the boy's come reminded me of the smell of the ocean out on the Virginia beaches-when the tide is all the way out. I was having a very good time. I could feel that wet spot forming in the crotch of my panties once again.
I was determined to keep sucking the boy's cock until every drop of semen had been sucked out of his scrotal sack. I wanted his balls to dry up like two bones bleached in the sun by the time I was through.
Then just as suddenly as it had begun, his come was over. I had no trouble determining when I should stop sucking and when I should loosen my grip on his balls. For his orgasm I had removed my right palm from the cheeks of his ass and had once again made a tight fist around the base of his dick's stem. I had been pumping up and down the shaft of Anthony's cock as hard and fast as I could the entire time he had been shooting cream in my mouth.
Yes, I could tell when Anthony's orgasm was complete. Not only did the jism stop spurting from his cock but all of his muscles relaxed at the same time. He discovered that he was once again able to completely fill his lungs with air.
This must have been quite a relief for him because I don't think that he was able to breathe at all during the course of his man-size climax. His bloodstream needed to replenish the badly depleted supply of fresh air.
The hot perspiration that had lathered his dark skin with his sexual exertion was now beginning to cool.
His heartbeat-which had been pounding so hard I feared his ticker would beat its way right out of his chest-was now starting to slow to normal.
His breathing slowed-and I could tell that the ecstasy of his climax had been replaced by the warmth and the contentment of his post-orgasmic afterglow.
I could feel his cock losing its urgent rigidity against my right palm and the insides of my now loosely curled digits. I could feel his cock head deflating.
Dwindling.
My jaw was getting a chance to relax-for the first time in what seemed to me like a million years.
I left his cock head in my mouth for a moment or two before pulling away. For a second my upper lip and his piss hole were connected by a bridge of come.
I pulled back with my head and the string of jism got longer and longer and longer until it broke.
The bridge of silver seed broke precisely at its center, half falling into my mouth and half onto his cock.
I pumped the shaft of his cock three times to make sure there wasn't any come trapped uncomfortably inside his cock shaft. Sure enough, there was.
I could see several droplets of murky post-orgasmic dew oozing from between the swollen lips astride his piss hole. They didn't stay at the tip of his pecker for very long, take my word for it.
My tongue shot out of my mouth like a frog's tongue-a frog hunting for flies buzzing around in mid-air.
I licked those droplets of watery jism from the tip of his tool with a single swipe of my pink taster.
The tip of my tongue was curled slightly and very pointy. Then I saw that his entire cock head was covered with a thin film of silver seed.
I used the flat part of my tongue to lave him clean-and I didn't stop until he was as clean as a whistle.
By the time I pulled my tongue away the only thing making his dick wet and shiny was the spittle from my mouth.
I released my grip on the shaft of his cock and his balls at the same time. His breathing was almost normal.
The head of his cock no longer had the ability to defy the laws of gravity. His member began to droop.
I noticed that his cock did not lose much in the length and girth departments when it lost its rigidity.
It just became softer. His cock dangled very low between his thighs. Then I remembered the come that was on my chin.
I went to wipe it off with the back of my hand and the boy stopped me. I looked up at him curiously. "No?" I said.
"Uh uh," the boy replied, shaking his head from side to side.
"You want the come to stay there and get all crusty?" I asked.
"Oh no. I want you to stand up, Tammy," Anthony said to me.
For some reason I was pleased he had remembered my name.
"What are you going to do, you naughty boy?" I said with a twinkle.
"I want to lick your face clean," Anthony said with a growl.
"Oooooooh, you like the taste of your own come?" I asked him.
"I don't know yet. I figure just about anything would taste good if I were licking it off your face."
"My, my, my, you are the kinky one," I heard myself exclaim.
"Yup. Come here," he said. I stood and fell against him. He licked my face clean and this process turned-quite naturally, into a soulful kiss. I reached between his legs and played with his cock and balls. We necked wildly until I could feel his cock getting hard again. I played with him until he had another full-fledged boner. Then I got naked and got on my back on top of the huge desk. He mounted me, standing on the floor leaning over me, and fucked a plethora of pleasure into my juicy cunt before shooting his cream for the second time.
CHAPTER THREE
My next affair with one of the page boys came in a slightly different fashion. I guess that goes without saying. I can't remember two affairs that were similar. They are all different-and yet equally wonderful. It's hard to explain.
I young boy with a lot of Latin blood approached me outside the office building where my husband worked. I was meeting him in fifteen minutes. I didn't have enough time to fool around with any of the boys and I wasn't looking for any action. As it turned out, action found me.
"Hey lady!"
"What do you want?"
"You that Tammy lady?"
"That's right."
"Christopher told me you like to make it with the boys.' "Christopher has a big mouth. What's your name?"
"I am Fernando. If you like to make it with the boys you will like me.' "What makes you say that?" I asked, now very curious.
"Because I have a very long tongue, Tammy," Fernando said.
He let that taster dangle out of his mouth so that the tip was well below his chin. I couldn't help but imagine how deep inside my pussy he would be able to get with that tongue. I could feel an ache in my cunt right away. I wished that I had some time to kill. I would have taken Fernando up to the abandoned office on the third floor right then and there if I could.
"You work in there?" I asked, gesturing toward the building.
"That's right, Tammy. You wanna go in with me?"
"I have an appointment, Fernando. Tomorrow same time," I said.
"Can do. Tammy. I sure do like to eat pussy," he said. He winked at me and ran up the steps, leaving me somewhat dazed. He had pronounced the word, "POO-SAY."
I reminded myself to strangle Christopher the next time I saw him. But I don't know what I expected. Boys would be boys. They were bound to tell one another what they did with me-even if they didn't get into specifics.
My appointment with my husband was as boring as expected. I should have just called to cancel and then gone upstairs with Fernando. As it turned out I had to wait a full twenty-four hours to find out what that dark boy's tongue felt like in my cunt. I went home that night and masturbated, diddling my clit until I made myself come many times.
As I jerked-off, thinking about that long tongue. I stood as naked as a jaybird in front of a full-length looking-glass mounted on the inside of the closet door in the bedroom my husband and I infrequently share.
I admired myself. I felt deliciously vain. I was beautiful. As I mentioned, I stand five feet eight, but I am slender. I have a perfect hourglass figure.
I looked at my long chestnut colored hair that fell in thick waves over my smooth, round shoulders. My hair spilled downward with the grace of finely constructed verse.
The hair spilled long and fill down my back-especially in between my rather sharp shoulder blades.
I have my hair parted in the middle, usually in a straight line. The hair falls down onto my forehead in downy bangs that come down almost all the way to my eyebrows. I can be usually seen wearing large round shades whenever I am outside.
My eyebrows are neatly plucked. They are the same autumnal color as the hair that grows from my scalp-the color of chestnuts pre-roasted.
My eyebrows are femininely angular and become more so whenever I frown. My eyelashes are very long and curl upward at their tips. This effect is usually enhanced by mascara and blue eye shadow is found on my eyelids.
My eyelashes are so long that they lick lightly at my high cheekbones each and every time I blink-or wink, for that matter. My nose is tiny.
I have a button nose.
It curls up a little at the tip. My nostrils are slightly on the pinched side-but they have a tendency to flare wide open whenever I am excited about something.
My mouth is not very large either, but my lips arc full and sensuous. My lips are frequently parted and a little puckered. I have heard men tell me that I am walking through life looking as if I need to be kissed very badly. There is a lot of truth in that. Be careful, you boys out there. I am the sort of hot woman who likes to sit on your lap while you are still standing up!!!
I have a pouting mouth and a slight overbite. I have a habit of running the tip of my tongue back and forth across my lips to moisten them. I can tell it is a habit because I do it at times when my mouth is already wet.
My complexion is perfect peaches and cream. It is obvious to anyone who looks at me that I was one of those lucky teenagers who never ever suffered from a facial blemish.
I have an oval-shaped face. My eyes are perhaps its most striking feature. I have almond-shaped eyes that are emerald green. Cat eyes. They are hauntingly beautiful-or so I have been told.
I have large breasts that look even bigger because of my overall slenderness and the particular slimness of my waist.
My tits-in spite of the fact that I am in my thirties-do not sag, not even a fraction of an inch, in spite of their size.
They are perfectly shaped tits and I never have to wear a bra. Nature has supplied all of the lifting and separating my tits need-and hopefully will need for many years to come.
They round well back into my armpits. They are rounded at their bottoms and slope at their tops so that the nipples point slightly upward whenever I'm sitting up or standing up straight.
I don't have to worry about that. I have always had perfect posture. I wasn't trained or anything like that.
My perfect posture comes naturally. I have always walked as if I am balancing a book on top of my head.
I have a very sexy walk-and it too is without affectation. I know no other way to move from one place to another.
Still I wiggle my round hips from side to side when I stride in a manner that drives the boys crazy with lust.
I have known eager-faced males to cross the street or change the direction they were going entirely just to have the honor of walking behind me.
My waist measures only twenty-four inches yet my hips are ten inches greater in girth. My hips are rounded both at their sides and in the rear-if you know where I am coming from.
Some males think that my legs are my best feature. They are long and shapely, I must admit. My thighs taper perfectly from my round hips to my smooth, unscarred knees. My calves are rounded but not overly muscled. My ankles are trim and my feet are dainty. I have the perfect legs for high, high heels-which is just about all I ever wear. With legs like mine it would be a crying shame to be caught in public in flat shoes, as far as I am concerned.
Ever since I was a teenager I have been concerned-perhaps too concerned-with my manicure. My nails are very long.
I have them professionally filed so that they are always precisely the same length and have a common curve to their tips.
I always keep my nails painted a deep red color-which I have always thought went well with my peaches and cream complexion. I paint my nails the color of blood as it oozes from a fresh wound. Naturally enough, I always keep my tiny round toenails painted so that they match my fingernails.
It didn't feel like it was, but finally the next day finally arrived. I was not worried about Fernando standing me up.
Fernando had the look about him of a boy who did not bother to make promises he wasn't willing to keep.
Besides, I knew the boy was just as anxious to taste my pussy as I was to feel that magic tongue of his.
"Hi. Tammy. You free for a while?" Fernando asked.
"I sure am. I don't have to be anywhere for hours."
"Good, my shift doesn't start for an hour yet too."
"I suppose you already know about the office on the third floor."
"I like to go down into the basement. Less chance of getting caught."
"Anyplace is okay with me, Fernando," I said quickly.
"Hey, Tammy., Christopher was right. You do have a good attitude."
"I just hope that tongue works as good as it looks," I said.
"Tammy, baby, you got nothing to worry about," the Latin boy said.
And so we went into the building and got into the elevator. Fernando was cool in the elevator.
This time the lift went down instead of up. The basement was on the gloomy side but it was huge and there were plenty of places to get lost. I could tell that-when we sank deep enough into the bowels of the building-neither of us would have to worry about the volume of our exclamations of pleasure. There wouldn't be anyone around to hear us. Fernando took me to a small room in the basement where he lit a kerosene lamp. There was a mattress on the floor. He told me to take off all of my clothes.
"You work fast," I said.
"Life is short," Fernando replied.
And so I got out of all of my clothes. He left his duds on. He was wearing pointy black shoes with high heels.
He flicked that tongue in and out of his mouth as I got nude-because he knew it got me all worked up.
I could feel my cunt getting swollen and wet with my anticipation. I removed my wet panties last of all.
"Oooooh, baby I can smell that sweet poontang of yours all the way over here," Fernando said with a smile.
"You certainly know how to talk to a girl," I heard myself say with a note of sarcasm in my voice.
"Don't get me wrong, Tammy. I LIKE the smell of your pussy. I'm not commenting on your personal hygiene, I'm talking about your lust. I am intoxicated by your scent."
"I don't think I will ever get used to being called baby."
"Lighten up, Tammy. Get on the mattress on your back. Let old Fernando do his stuff on you," the boy said. I did as I was told.
I stretched out on my back.
I spread my legs for him.
Fernando crawled over to my side in the dimly illuminated section of the basement. It was very quiet.
I could hear our breathing. I could hear our hearts beating. He was kissing my big tit in the sexiest way!
He kissed the boob in ever-diminishing concentric circles, so each smack was closer to the nipple.
As you can probably imagine, my nipples were very hard and erect by this time. My nipples-like my tits-are very big.
I would have to say that my nipples are the size of silver dollars at least. They can grow very large when I am horny-and Fernando's tongue was making me very horny.
He rolled his tongue over my tit flesh as he kissed me around and around, steadily approaching the rose at the tip.
He took his sweet time about it but he finally did get his tongue on my nipple. I moaned rather loudly.
I heard myself sucking air. My tit was bobbing up and down on my chest, pushed by my rib-cage, as I panted.
He placed the tip of that incredibly long tongue directly on my feminine erection and rolled it masterfully.
He made the entire rosebud wet and shiny with his drool. His mouth was watering freely. Fernando made no effort to conceal that. He drooled liberally throughout his oral pleasuring.
"SUCK! SUCK!" I called out at the tops of my lungs. Fernando told me it was cool. No one would hear."
"We are in here deep," Fernando said with his Spanish accent. The last word seemed to last forever.
"Not as deep as you are going to get with that tongue of yours," I said, being the older woman, the flirt, the seductress, the adultress.
"All in good time," Fernando said. He then wrapped his lips around my left nipple and began to suck on it.
I could feel my nipple getting even harder and larger than before against his lips-which were just as sexy and talented as his tongue.
I could feel the skin all around my feminine erection being drawn taut by the intense vacuum he was creating inside his oral cavity.
Fernando was sucking my humongous breast's most sensitive spot as hard as he could. He was hollowing his cheeks deeply. Then I felt it.
That tongue, that wonderful tongue. He was sucking and licking the nipple at the same time. The tongue flicked lightly-like the wing of a butterfly.
Then he bit it. He got it in between his rows of straight teeth and nipped at it sharply. I could feel a twinge of pain mixing with my pleasure.
I did not mind the pain. The pain became part of the pleasure. Of course, I began to worry when he growled and began to toss his head wildly.
His contorting face was shaking from side to side. There was a frightening moment or two there. I thought Fernando had lost control.
I thought he might be a psycho killer or something. I thought that he wanted to rip my nipple right off!
But, as it turned out, Fernando knew precisely what he was doing. He was in control all the time.
He released his grip on the nipple-allowing it to snap back into place-before any damage was done.
I opened my eyes and blinked away a tear or two. I looked at that nipple and was astounded by what I saw.
The damn thing was protruding almost a full inch from the tip of my tit. I want to tell you, I almost shit.
That was-by far-the largest that feminine erection had ever grown. I could feel my mind boggling.
Fernando let me catch my breath-and then he repeated the whole process with the other alert rosebud.
Once again the Spanish boy went all the way from gingerly licking to harsh sucking and biting.
Fresh tears welled in my eyes. I could tell that Fernando liked his sex on the rough side. That was one of the things that endeared me to him.
Sure I like young boys who need to be taught what to do-but I like boys who know how to take charge better! That's a secret, between you and me.
My tits felt very swollen. He pulled his dripping mouth away from my boobs and began to caress them with his hands instead. He placed one hand on either tit.
He positioned his hands with his fingers spread far apart so that my super-erect nipples were throbbing precisely against the center of his slightly-cupped palm.
He found my boobs to be perfect fits for his hands. Anymore, Fernando commented at the time, would have been a waste.
He began to squeeze my tits. He pressed hard enough with his fingertips to make the flesh pucker.
He began to move both of my tits in slow, sensuous circles at the same time. He pushed them upward.
He pushed them downward, he pulled them apart. He pushed them together so that the cleavage between them was very long and deep.
They were flattened at their insides.
He released his grip and briefly tugged at my nipples. At that point Fernando seemed to lose interest in my tits completely. I saw him sniffing the air.
He had the scent of my cunt up his nose again and it was making him nuts. He began to suck my bellybutton. He plunged his tongue right into my navel-and I was surprised to discover that this felt a hell of a lot better than I thought it would. He kissed my abdomen, my lower belly. He tugged my chestnut colored pubies with his sharp white teeth. My nipples were still throbbing and aching. I had to pinch them and pull them a few times myself during the time Fernando was going down on me.
I strained to get my thighs as far apart as I could. I had the balls of my feet flat on the mattress.
My knees were up in the air and I was trying-in vain, I might add-to point them in opposite directions.
I managed to get my thighs open to a perfect ninety-degree angle-and then a little further than that.
I opened my thighs to an obtuse angle and I could feel both my buttocks and my cunt opening at the same time.
I could feel my love button literally bulging out from under its semi-circle of fleshy clitoral foreskin.
I think my little man in the boat must have looked like the head of a baby boy's cock by that time.
I could feel the little glands inside my cunt once again secreting my juices in a steady flow.
I could feel the honey from my honey pot drooling from the base of my poontang gash just as steadily.
"It looks like melted pearls are dripping from your sweet quim, mama," Fernando said with absolute glee.
The handsome Spanish boy began to kiss all up and down the insides of my super-sensitive thighs.
He did more than that too. He sucked all of my toes, first one at a time and then in groups of two or three.
He flicked the tip of his tongue in between my toes-and I felt like I was discovering a brand new erogenous zone. I would have thought that this would make me feel ticklish, but it didn't. I finally came to the conclusion that my nervous-system finds it impossible to be sexually aroused and ticklish at the same time. I can understand that. The nerve-endings just overload and go into tilt.
The handsome boy kissed and massaged my feet, and I felt little shivers running up my legs to my cunt.
I could feel my inner cunt lips opening and closing rhythmically. This was an invitation for Fernando to enter. I had never had my cervix licked-and I was convinced Fernando could reach it.
But he was in a teasing mood. He flicked his tongue around the soft skin at the backs of my knees.
He then placed his hands on the backs of my thighs and pushed upward. My feet were forced up off the mattress.
My toes were tightly curled under, clutching desperately at the balls of my feet. Another symptom of horniness.
I could feel my knees being pushed back toward my chest. I was rolling from my buttocks onto the small of my back. Fernando was on his belly with his face right in there where the action was.
He rolled my ass up into his face. He told me to reach up and grip myself at the ankles to hold myself curled in that balled up position.
I held my ankles all right. I held my ankles so tightly that all of my knuckles turned white with the tension.
I could feel his magic mouth on the backs of my thighs and then on the cheeks of my ass. He kissed my ass. He sucked the flesh. He bit my ass.
I mean he bit it hard.
He left teeth marks in the creamy flesh. Then he pulled his face away completely and caressed with his hands.
I could feel his fingertips lightly running over my ass cheeks. He then massaged the flesh with strong fingers.
Fernando turned his digits inward and pressed the tips into the crack and then into the flesh.
His fingertips puckered the flesh deeply. The tips of his middle fingers were only a fraction of an inch away from my rectum on either side. I realized that he was going to rim me. My husband had never had the stomach to do that for me-and I was greatly looking forward to it. It felt dirty-and I loved how dirty it felt. He began to pull apart the cheeks of my ass very slowly and ceremoniously as if he were parting the sections of a ripe and sacred fruit.
He didn't stop pulling those ass cheeks apart until the skin in the crack was stretched taut as taut as the skin one might expect to find covering the head of a drum.
Fernando parted his lips and stuck that incredibly long tongue out of his mouth as far as he could get it, concentrating on making it pointy at the tip.
I could feel my natural lubrication rolling out of the base of my cunt, over my asshole, down the crack of my ass, onto the mattress.
I knew that he would be able to taste the nectar from my split fig the second he touched me with the tip of his amazing taster. Then he did touch me.
The tip of his tongue touched the very top of the crack of my ass, the little cleft close to the small of my back, directly in between the dimples that indicate the location of my kidneys.
He licked upward, getting my juice onto his tongue. I felt his tongue squirming. His laving gained enthusiasm as he approached my anus. I could feel a great desire building inside my asshole.
Then he flicked ever-so-lightly all around my asshole. He licked across my anus with the flat part of his tongue.
I could feel my rectum turning to liquid fire with the desire he was finding at my hot nether eye.
The handsome Spanish boy -rimmed my asshole clean and I loved every minute of it. I could feel the desire at the mouth of my bung spreading inward, I could feel my sphincter yearning to be penetrated. The desire spread into my colon and then into the pit of my bowel.
"STICK YOUR TONGUE RIGHT UP MY ASS! STICK YOUR TONGUE DEEP INSIDE. MY ASSHOLE! FERNANDO! FERNANDO! DRIVE IT IN DEEP!" I screamed. I was hysterical.
He stiffened his tongue as I concentrated on relaxing the ring of muscle at my nether eye as much as I could.
He was still holding my ass cheeks as far apart as they would go as he began to push with his head and shoulders.
The Spanish boy made a gurgling sound of satisfaction in his throat as he felt my anus opening up for him.
Damned if he didn't stop pushing until he had driven past my sphincter muscle, well into my colon.
As a, matter-of-fact, the boy had his tongue up my as: deeper than I would have thought possible.
I wouldn't have believed it could be done unless I had felt it for myself, you understand, which I did!
He began to wiggle his tongue around inside my butt real playfully and then he worked his tongue in and out.
I was rocking back and forth on the mattress. My facial features were the ones contorting at this point.
My face was very red and I had my back teeth clenched together so tightly that the muscles at the sides of my pretty face were protruding.
Then I felt the focal point of my anal desire forming, extremely deep inside my bowels. So deep that even Fernando's tongue could not reach it.
Only Fernando's cock could reach it. It was a maddening itch, and I knew right then and there that only a stiff dick could scratch it adequately.
The tongue fuck was nice-but it was only a tease. It made my desire grow and did nothing to appease it. It was like saltwater to a man drowning of thirst.
He seemed to sense this and he pulled his tongue all the way out of my asshole. He pulled his tongue tip out slowly.
He told me he didn't want my rectum to have to slam shut on me. He had his tongue on the inch-long patch of tissue between my asshole and the base of my cunt-where the juices were accumulated quite thickly.
Fernando placed the tips of his long yet slender fingers on the outer edges of my vulva. He pressed gently.
He told me it was okay to release my grip on my ankles and lower my feet back to the mattress.
I followed instructions, sort of. I placed my feet close to one another at the center of his back. He did not seem to mind. Once again I struggled to get my knees as far apart as possible.
The Spanish lad began to tug my cunt lips open. He did this slowly, showing a great respect for the tenderness of my sexual equipment. He knew that less could be more at least for starters!
"You make me feel so good, so hot, oh, I'm burning up, Fernando!" I called out. I pinched at my nipples.
Fernando caught me doing this and he seemed to like the idea that I was playing with myself because of the acuteness of my passion.
Then he began to lick up and down the outer lips of my pussy. Well, I thought my clit would come popping right out of my poontang right then and there. I swear. It felt better than anything I could ever remember.
Fernando flicked just to the sides of my clit and just above my clit-coming within millimeters of my clit. But he did not lick my clit.
It was the ultimate tease. I could feel my feminine arousal growing in leaps and bounds. I could tell I was going to have one of the best comes of my entire life.
I felt like my humongous orgasm was going to start the second that sexy lad made direct contact with the focal point of my womanly desire.
He licked up and down in between the inner and the outer cunt lips. I was bouncing up and down quite violently on the cheeks of my ass.
I was bucking my femininely sloping loins upward toward the water pipes along the basement's ark ceiling.
The boy actually pried his tongue in between my inner cunt lips near the top and did not touch my love button.
He licked my pisshole and then worked the tip of his taster downward, beneath my pubic bone. He found the vaginal opening. He pushed his tongue inside very quickly and very, very deeply.
There it was. I could feel his tongue on my cervix. I thought he was going to make me come WITHOUT clitoral stimulation.
I began to scream in hysterics again. I was hardly aware of what I was saying. I remember I was saying it loud.
He licked at the fleshy tissues on the upper roof of my inner cunt in between the mouth of my womb and the base of my pubic bone. I swear, he almost touched the back wall.
But he did not make me come in this fashion. By the time he pulled his tongue out of my cunt I was right on the edge of coming. I was teetering at the edge of the cliff-yearning to fall into the bottomless abyss of my womanly ecstasy.
He placed the tip of his right forefinger at the very top of my slit. He quickly found the clitoral foreskin.
Fernando peeled the foreskin upward toward the base of my pubic patch. He rendered my clitoris naked.
My little man in the boat was exposed and completely vulnerable to Fernando's every oral caress.
Then he did touch my clit with his tongue. He touched as lightly as he could-and he pulled his tongue away almost immediately.
It was the most subtle possible clitoral caress. He sent a massive lightning bolt of joy up and down the entire length of my spine.
He dabbed at my clit-always pulling away before my orgasmic convulsions had a chance to begin.
He had me on the edge. All of my muscles were tensed.
I was quivering. I started to fear that the boy would having me hurting myself-pulling muscles or whatever if he teased me for very much longer.
Then he placed his tongue on my clit and he kept it there. I began to scream so shrilly that I suspect only dogs could hear the exclamations of ecstasy clearly.
"CCCCOOOOMMMMIIIINNNNGGGG!!!!" I screamed. I could feel the massive convulsions starting in my clit-spreading outward until they filled my vulva.
They spread further until they filled my lower torso. I could tell that they were not going to stop spreading-not until I was enveloped by them.
I could tell that each and every one of my nerve-endings were going to be affected by the intensity of that orgasm.
I would be able to feel my come in my fingertips. I would be able to feel the climax in my toes.
I would even be able to feel my scalp crawling around on top of my skull with the frenzy of my joy.
I thought the come would last forever.
I thought I would pass out from my pleasure.
But my ecstasy was only beginning. Fernando began to suck and lick at my clit at the same time.
CHAPTER FOUR
That was when I really went through the roof. I could feel the handsome Spanish kid wrapping his lips around my clit and its surrounding tissues.
He began to tug my love button at the very root. It was incredible. I thought I was soaring through outer space or something. His tongue was lightning quick.
The kid wasn't just bragging when he told me he had a talented mouth. I wondered how he had gotten so good at eating pussy at such a tender age.
I pulled my hands off of my tits and placed them on the back of Fernando's head. His hair felt like it had saddle soap in it or something.
But I didn't care. I simply pressed against the back of his head so that his mouth would press against my clit more firmly than before.
He was sucking hard. I could hear him making loud, wet, sloppy noises with his mouth. Then, all of a sudden, my clitoral spasms ended.
I collapsed down onto the mattress. For a time there I had been pressing hard against the mattress with the back of my head and the balls of my feet.
During the course of my fantastic climax I had arched my back sharply and I had lifted my tensed buttocks well off the amazingly soft mattress.
But my butt fell back onto the bouncy surface the second my come was through. My afterglow, like the orgasm, was nicer than usual. I sighed for a long time.
Fernando pulled his mouth and his tongue off of the center of my womanly pleasure the second he felt my spasms end. He was, indeed, experienced.
Fernando was a smart enough lover to realize that my clit would be too sensitive to even be touched during those first few seconds following orgasm.
My husband always liked to keep licking my clit even after my glow had replaced by bliss. For years and years he never caught on that he was torturing me by doing this.
He rested his chin on the center of my pubic patch and looked at my face between my tits. I could see one half of his mouth curl upward.
His face twisted into a half-smile of self-amusement. He ran his palms up the sweaty front of my body-once again to my huge tits.
My breasts are so firm that that hardly flatten at all when I am sprawled out on my back lack that-in spite of the fact that the force of gravity is directly against them.
My nipples were starting to get smaller and softer. The sexual arousal in my clit was appeased temporarily-it was true. But this was not the case with my asshole.
The craving that had been kindled in my anus when Fernando was rimming me was stronger than ever. The orgasm had enhanced that desire.
Strange but true. The womanly body is a mystery, even to women. I have had handsome men try to flirt with me and I didn't get turned on.
On the other hand I have gotten hornier than hell right in the middle of a crowded bus-for no apparent reason at all. There is no figuring it.
All I know was that Fernando's tongue had performed some sort of miracle on my bung. I was yearning to be buggered as I never had before.
As I opened my eyes and looked at his cute face resting at the base of my abdomen, I could think of little other than how much I wanted his dick up my butt.
I could feel the ring of muscle at the mouth of my rectum opening and closing with a greater frenzy than before. My asshole was moving as if it wanted to suck the Spanish teenager's cock right up inside.
I sat up and placed my hands over the side of his little head. He propped his upper body up on his elbows, lifting his chin from my mound a bit.
"I don't think that anyone in the whole world eats pussy the way you do," I said to the boy. I could tell that my cat-like eyes were twinkling.
"You sure do have a sweet pussy, Tammy baby. You taste like you really got honey dripping from your honey pot," Fernando replied with a smile.
"And you have a funny face," I said. "The lower half of your face is all wet and shiny from the juices that came from my pussy while I was coming."
"Yeah, I felt a little squirt of liquid come from your piss hole when you first started to get your rocks off. I thought you had lost control of your bladder."
"That wasn't piss I was squirting on you. That was my feminine ejaculation, which comes out of my urethra. You can think of it as verification of my climax's authenticity."
"I had a feeling that it wasn't really piss, even though that was what I thought at first. Some of the stuff got into my mouth and onto my tongue."
"Yes?"
"It tasted sweet."
"I see. Come here. I want to lick your face clean, Fernando. I wanted to taste those sweet juices from my pussy too," I heard myself say.
"Is this the first time you ever tasted the juices from your own cunt or are you an expert on the subject?" Fernando said. He began to crawl.
I lifted my leg up and over him so he could crawl up to my side without going for my leg. I found myself thinking of Anthony and the way he had wanted to taste his own come after I sucked him off.
I almost felt as if I were returning the favor as I began to lick at Fernando's smooth face. I thought this in spite of the fact that I didn't even know if Fernando and Anthony were acquainted with one another.
I licked his face clean as a whistle and then kissed him sensuously. It didn't surprise me that the boy was an excellent kisser. I already knew that he had a quality mouth and a quality tongue.
"I loved the way you licked my ass," I said with a purr.
"Some chicks get off on that shit-so to speak," he said.
"You made my ass and inside my ass feel very horny," I said.
"You like to take cock right up the poop-chute, baby?" he asked. "I do. I want you to fuck my ass hard and fast, Fernando."
"I think that can be arranged, Tammy baby. Let me get out my prick."
"What is it with you guys? You never want to get naked."
"That's because we all want to be like the firemen," Fernando said.
"Oh," I replied, although I wasn't quite sure what he meant.
"You roll over on your belly, baby. I'll give that ass of yours a screwin' it won't ever forget," Fernando said.
"Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm," I said, pressing my lips together. "I can feel my horniness getting worse just from listening to those words!"
He thought I was a bulls hitter-but I was a cute one. I rolled over on my belly and Fernando began to massage my shoulders. He told me that the key was to relax.
He said that I could keep my inevitable pain to a minimum if I managed to achieve complete relaxation in the ring of muscle at the mouth of my nether eye.
He told me that he wished he had some oil-and that he was going to have to resort to using saliva on his prick and my ass to lubricate the sodomy.
I told him it was perfectly fine with me if he used saliva-and I suggested that some of the juice from my pussy might be helpful as well.
"Ahhhhhhh!" he exclaimed excitedly. I don't think the idea of using natural lubrication from my poontang on my asshole had occurred to him.
He massaged all down my arms. He massaged my hands. He ran his fingers in between mine. I could feel my tension flowing right out of me.
He began to rub my back, up and down either side of my backbone. Then I could feel him pressing on the little bumps all up and down my spine.
Each time Fernando pressed on one of those little bumps I could feel some of my nervousness dissolving into a liquid, and then evaporating.
I began to grind my pussy against a button on the mattress. I was rocking back and forth gently as his fingers worked down my back, coming closer and closer to the creamy cheeks of my ass.
I could tell I was making a wet spot on the mattress. I could feel my afterglow fading away. The horniness in my pussy was growing in both my cunt and my ass.
I had a sudden urge to get fucked in my cunt and my asshole at the same time. Why not? I thought. Surely it couldn't be too hard to score two page boys at once.
But why stop there.
I have three hole.
Why not three cocks!
I was getting all caught up in this sexy fantasy of having cock meat in my mouth, my pussy and my asshole all at the same time. I was determined to have this experience before my sexual binge came to an end.
Instead of massaging my ass right then and there he skipped my buttocks and began to caress the backs of my thighs. He tickled lightly at the soft skin at the backs of my knees.
Fernando rubbed my calves and then began to massage my feet. This time I knew that I didn't have to worry about my toes being ticklish.
He ran his fingers up and down in between my toes. He tugged at each toe a little-one at a time. I was sprawled out with my thighs spread.
My knees were straight however, and the tops of my feet were still resting on the mattress. I felt my toes curl under and grip at the balls of my feet the second the Spanish lad was through massaging them.
Fernando was kneeling in between my parted thighs. Finally, after massaging just about everything else, he began to rub the cheeks of my ass.
I moaned with delight as I felt him opening and closing my buns with his strong fingers, periodically stretching the skin in the crack taut.
He released his grip on my ass cheeks for a moment and instructed me to prop my upper body up on my rather sharp elbows for a second.
As soon as I did as I had been told, the handsome Spanish teenager reached under my body and cupped my boobs. My nipples were getting hard again.
He fondled my tits sensuously-and I could feel those rosebuds turning into full-fledged erections against the centers of his palms.
He didn't rub my tits for very long, I must confess. He quickly allowed me to straighten again and returned his full attention to my ass.
Fernando dug his left fingertips into the crack of my ass with his knuckles turned inward. He spread his palm against the bun and touched my asshole for a fraction of a second with the tip of his middle finger.
Fernando yanked my ass cheeks apart as far as they would go with the fingertips on his left hand exclusively. I could feel cool air on my nether eye.
I heard Fernando spittle slippery saliva onto his right fingertips. He slapped the warm spittle against my hot asshole and I shivered.
I felt the gooseflesh forming all over my body. I could feel the little chestnut-colored hairs at the back of my neck standing on end.
He massaged that slippery saliva all around my bung with a slow circular motion. He pushed some of the lubrication up inside the hole.
Fernando used his right middle finger to do this, and I was surprised at how easily this penetration came. He shoved his whole finger in very fast.
I could feel the ring of muscle at the mouth of my rectum squeezing and relaxing, squeezing and relaxing around his third knuckle as the tip pushed deeper.
I could feel the very tip of Fernando's longest digit exploring the walls of my inner colon. I could feel him pressing against various places using varying pressures.
He worked his wet finger in and out of my anus for a moment or two-but this did not appease my desire any more than his incredibly long tongue had earlier.
The handsome boy knew that he was just teasing me. He told me to roll over on my back so I could watch him whip out his prick. No problem.
I was very anxious to see the dick that was about to be forced up inside my ass. His fingers worked quickly over his pants to undo them, as if he were about to pull a weapon. He went for his cock as if he were going for his razor-sharp switchblade.
He whipped out his dick and I was pleased to see that it was very long and also quite slender. I could tell that it was plenty long enough to reach the magic focal point of my anal desire deep inside my bowels.
On the other hand his cock was not so thick that I would have to worry about him tearing my sphincter muscle before he ever got inside my colon in the first place. "Very nice," I said. "Good for ass fucking."
"I can see that."
He told me to turn around so that I could not look at him once again-this time on my elbows and my knees.
He laughed as he saw me move, my tits growing beneath my body, dangling down in between buttons on the bare mattress. My nipples were throbbing very hard.
He could see me pull my knees up under me-raising my twin globes of ass flesh high in the air for him. I had my knees as far apart as I could possibly get them. My thighs were opened to an obtuse angle-so that my buttocks and the lips of my pussy opened a bit for him on their own.
I arched my back sharply so that a delicious curve formed at the small of my back, leading gracefully upward to the roundness of my buns.
I had my sharp elbows firmly on the mattress on either side of my head. My forearms and my palms were flat on the mattress. My fingers were parted.
I could tell that it would not be long before my fingertips were digging into that mattress so hard that all of my knuckles would turn white.
I kept my head low.
My chin touched the mattress.
Fernando spit on his hand.
He began to lube up his dick.
I actually lifted my head for a moment and looked back over my shoulder so I could watch him. He was running his palm and the insides of his fingers up and down the entire length of his cock. It must have felt very good judging from the expression on his face. He looked like he was having a damn fine time. He put extra spittle on the head of his cock where the lubrication was most essential. I even watched him as he tickled the base of his balls for a second or two. Since he had no reason to lubricate his scrotal sack I correctly assumed that this self-caress was purely masturbatory.
He then walked on his knees until I could feel the tip of his stiff prick throbbing and bouncing around against the precise center of my left buttock.
Fernando's hands were large enough so that, when he spread his fingertips apart as far as they could go, he could tug open my cunt and my fanny at the same time.
Fernando made a fist around the base of his cock shaft with his free hand. He guided the tip of his cock into the cleavage between my ass cheeks. Then he began to move the head of his cock slowly up and down.
He rubbed all the way from the very top of the crack of my ass all the way down to my clit. My pussy wanted to be fucked too, but not as much as my ass.
Usually things were the other way around. It is not uncommon for my ass and my pussy to both want to be fucked-but usually my pussy takes priority. Not this time.
I could tell that my ass was my primary erogenous zone. My clit and the magic spot close to the mouth of my womb had been demoted. They were now merely secondary erogenous zones.
He added extra slipperiness to the tip of his dick by rubbing the head up and down in between my protruding and slightly curled back inner cunt lips. He massaged my clit in a slow sensuous circle with the little hole at the tip of his pecker for a second or two. I thought this felt very good but-of course-it was no longer what I wanted most. I could feel my natural lubrication dripping out of the top of my poontang slash. The juice was rolling over my love button, making my perfect inverted triangle of chestnut-colored pubic hair all wet and sticky with nectar.
He then rubbed the head of his cock exclusively up and down the cleavage between my fanny cheeks and I shivered and moaned every time the tip of his prick made direct contact with the mouth of my rectum.
Then he poised the tip of his member at my asshole and he kept it there. I was trying harder than ever to relax. The massage had helped but now I was getting excited once again. My ass was making little puffing noises like it was smoking an invisible cigarette.
He adjusted the level of his ass cheeks so that the shaft of his slender yet incredibly long cock was at the appropriate angle for sodomy.
He began to push.
I began to open.
The puckers in my rectum smoothed.
My nether eye opened till gaping!
The head of his dick pushed in.
I squeezed at the base of his glans!
"OH FERNANDO! FERNANDO! SO GOOD! SO FUCKING GOOD! DEEPER! SHOVE THAT BIG COCK OF YOUR IN DEEPER! ALL THE WAY IN! REAM ME HARD! TAKE YOUR COCK ALL THE WAY UP MY POOP-CHUTE' TAKE YOUR COCK ALL THE WAY UP TOOTSIE-ROLL BOULEVARD' OH IT HURTS! IT HURTS SO BAD! YOU ARE KILLING ME! BUT IT FEELS GOOD AT THE SAME TIME! FERNANDO! FERNANDO! I CAN'T BELIEVE HOW GOOD IT FEELS! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!"
I could feel the tip of his prick pushing past my tight tubular sphincter muscle into my colon. I felt like I had been stabbed in the ass with a red hot poker.
Shit, a WHITE hot poker. He was burning me. I feared that the inside of my ass was going to become blistered from the heat-and the heat of the friction-from Fernando's relentless full-fledged erection.
He pushed into me slowly. He seemed to realize that he could brutally tear my internal tissues if he fucked me as hard as I was begging him to. There was no doubt about the fact that the boy was in more control than I was. I had already had one orgasm and I seemed to be the one who was out of control with horniness. Yes, the tip of his dick was only entering me a fraction of an inch at a time-but each and every one of those fractions of inches brought the tip of his intensely throbbing pecker that much closer to the maddening itch inside my ass, the focal point of my deep-anal desire.
I could feel my asshole crawling down the shaft of his dick-yearning to grasp him desperately at the hilt. I was wagging my ass from side to side-j ust like a happy puppy might wag her long tail.
He began to push harder. He pulled his left hand away from my ass crack and he removed his right fist from the base of his pulsating cock shaft. From that point on-with complete penetration assured-his hands were no longer fulfilling any purpose and would only get in the way. Instead, the handsome Spanish teenager placed both of his hands on the sides of my hips. He curled his fingers under to my soft underbelly and pressed his fingertips into the soft tissues there hard enough to hurt me. I paid no attention to this pain-for it was next to insignificant compared to the pleasure I was feeling inside my butt. The sensations inside my ass were actually a sweet combination of pleasure and pain but my mind was so fucked-up with my sexual arousal that pain and pleasure were by this time all but indistinguishable in my reeling mind. He was pulling at my lower torso with both of his hands at the same time-using my lovely lower torso as leverage to aid the violation. I was helping with the penetration myself by pushing back with my ass. I felt like I was impaling myself with that incredibly long pole. I could tell that the boy's cock was going to do more than touch me in places I had never been touched before. He was going to touch me in places I didn't even know I had places I would have sworn up and down could not have been reached from the outside unless I had felt it for myself.
My pussy quivered.
And then quivered again.
My clit was ready to burst.
My colon was ready to spasm.
The tip of Fernando's prick was less than an inch away from the focal point of my anal desire. He seemed to sense this and paused. He took a deep breath and then-as he let out the air-he stabbed the tip of his tool of masculinity and scratched my maddening itch. I let out a loud scream of pleasure and I could feel my usually beautiful facial features contorting until I must have looked somewhat grotesque."
"AAARRRGGGHHH!" I screamed. I lifted my head and straightened my back. I could feel his black pubic patch pressing flat now against the very top of the crack of my ass.
"SO TIGHT! SO FUCKING TIGHT!!!" Fernando screamed. His voice rose as he pushed even deeper inside. His voice box was being squeezed by the tension in the muscles of his neck.
"SO DEEP! I CAN'T BELIEVE HOW DEEP INSIDE MY ASS YOU ARE!" I screamed. At this point I could feel my anus gripping at the hilt of his dong.
I could feel Fernando's dangling scrotal sack rubbing with a throbbing sensation against the outermost edges of my curled back and protruding inner labia.
He gyrated his hips. I could feel my asshole along with the inner walls of my colon being stretched in every possible direction by the movement of his dick.
I could tell that he wasn't going to have to stab the tip of his cock into that magic region within my bowels too many times before something fantastic was going to happen.
I could tell that Fernando was going to have no trouble making me come by fucking me in the ass-something that had never happened to me before.
I could tell that the orgasm Fernando would give me would not come from my clit or my inner cunt. It was going to come from inside my asshole.
I was about to have an anal orgasm-yet another thing I wouldn't have thought were possible unless Fernando had proven it to me.
He began to pull his cock out of my asshole after pausing for a moment or two while the penetration was complete.
He pulled out just as slowly as he had entered-in spite of the fact that I was still screaming at him to fuck my butt as hard and fast as he could. He withdrew a fraction of an inch at a time and didn't stop until just the head of his cock inside my butt. He paused and then drove the entire length of his cock back into my ass-all in one fell swoop. I could hear my ass making a wet farting noise as gas was forced from the passageway.
I could feel a great pressure behind my eyes. I could tell that my eyes had easily opened far enough for the whites to be visible all the way around the emerald green pupils.
I could feel my eyes bulging-bugging outward. I swear, there was a frightening moment or two when I thought my eyes were going to come popping right out of their bone sockets. Obviously, that did not happen. The truth of the matter was that I was more shocked than injured by the rapid violation of my ass.
I had simply been unaware of the now apparent fact that my ass could go from completely empty to completely full with that kind of rapidity.
I could also feel a sharp pain deep inside my butt and I realized that his dick had stretched the inner wall of my bowels too far at one point.
I could feel something warm and sticky up inside my ass-and it took me a second or two to figure out what it was. Then it hit me.
It hit me like a lead balloon-in a moment of raw horror. I could tell that he had opened a wound within me-and the fluid I was feeling was blood.
I could tell that Fernando's cock was going to be wearing a crimson coat by the time the ass fucking was through. I could tell that a combination of blood and jism would be dribbling out of my bruised anus long after the sodomy was complete. He began to fuck me with a smooth steady motion. He fucked faster and faster until I could feel the explosions of bliss up inside my bung.
My colon became spastic.
My asshole convulsed.
My inner bowels were spasming wildly.
"I'M COMING INSIDE MY ASS!"
CHAPTER FIVE
I actually could feel my internal ass muscles contracting each time he withdrew with that fantastically effective cock of his. I was using the inside of my bung to tug his dick at the root. I was sucking his cock with my ass.
He was fucking my ass with reckless abandon. He was giving it everything he had. I could feel the fronts of his thighs slapping at my buttocks and the backs of my thighs.
His balls pressed snugly against my cunt slash each time he rammed all the way into me. His cock was moving in and out of my asshole so hard and fast by this time that I really did think the internal tissues were going to be burned until blistered by the heat of the friction.
He removed his hands from the sides of my hips and once again ran them up under my body so he could play with my dangling titties.
Instead of taking my tits in his palms he concentrated his attention on my nipples. He got each erect nipple in between his thumbs and forefingers.
He pinched and squeezed very hard at my feminine erections. He squeezed them flat between the tips of his digits. He tugged them till the skin all around them was taut.
He pulled my nipples until both of my tits looked a good deal longer and pointier than usual-even taking under consideration their growth due to gravity.
He then released both nipples at the same time allowing them to snap back into position. He ran his right hand under my body toward my pussy.
He ran his right fingertips right through my pussy hair to the top of my slit. He quickly-very quickly-found my clitoris with the tip of his right forefinger.
There was nothing cute whatsoever about the way the young man diddled my clit. He pressed the love button flat against the base of my pubic bone.
Fernando then worked his finger back and forth across the little man in the boat as hard and fast as he possibly could. I could feel the sexual excitement in my cunt and in my ass growing at the same rate. I felt like I was going to come twice simultaneously-both in my clit and in my bowels.
At the same time he pushed the entire length of his cock into my butt and kept it there. I could feel his hot cock getting a little bit longer.
I could feel Fernando's tool of masculinity getting a little bit thicker with pre-orgasmic engorgement. I was stuffed to the brim even more than before.
I could feel his manly member getting a little bit harder-and I knew he was about to spasm wildly within me. I could feel my second deep-anal orgasm starting just as my clit began to explode.
We screamed together as the handsome Spanish lad shot his cream up into my bloodied bowels. Then he softened and pulled all the way out of me. He pulled the head of his cock out slowly and I collapsed onto my belly. Now I knew just how much damage he had done. Now that my sexual arousal had been appeased I was aware of how much his dong had ravaged my internal tissues. I could tell that I wasn't going to be able to take a healthy shit for a couple of. days without thinking of the young man. I had a feeling that I was going to bleed for a few days every time I tried to move my bowels.
Ah, but it was worth it! All of the pain had been more than worthwhile. The pleasure had been fantastic-and it had been the sort of pleasure that no male had been able to conjure up in my nervous-system before.
When I had caught my breath I rolled over on my back on the mattress. I suppose I was making a bloodstain on the mattress-but I didn't give the matter any thought.
I opened my eyes and noticed that they had filled with tears. The light from the kerosene lamp Fernando had lit flickered more than ever while my eyes were watery.
I had to flap my long, curled chestnut-colored eyelashes a couple of times to clear the salty tears from my orbs so I could see properly.
Naturally enough, the first thing I did when my vision had cleared was look at Fernando's cock. I could see that the blood on his dick had clustered in two places.
There was a ring of blood around the ring of scar tissue, beneath the lower rim of his bulbous purple glans. There was an even thicker ring of blood around the very base of his cock.
I noticed that-for reason or another-there was more blood on the underside of his cock shaft than there was on the top part of the stalk.
I could see that the two large rings of blood on his deflating member were starting to brown and coagulate from its exposure to the fresh air.
"I want to lick the blood off your cock," I said to him.
I could tell by the look in his eyes that he thought this was a damn fine idea. His eyes lit up with excitement.
"Wow, you are kinky, Tammy baby," Fernando said with glee.
"Just about the kinkiest," I said with a giggle. I once again got on my hands and my knees-this time facing him.
I crawled up to him and knelt with my head lowered so I would have no trouble getting at his genitalia with my mouth. I started on the crustiest of the blood right away. I found that I had to stiffen my tongue and flake that blood away with a pointy tip. I didn't stop licking until his cock was clean. At that point Fernando fetched a wash cloth and moistened it in a sink he found somewhere in the dark. I don't know how he walked around that basement without bumping into anything. My eyes had had more than enough chance to dilate and adjust to the dim illumination and still I couldn't see much of anything. The teenager must have had the eyes of an owl-or maybe a bat!
He told me to stretch out on my belly and he sensuously wiped the blood away from my ass with the damp washcloth. When I was clean he looked at his watch.
"I have to get to work pronto," he said.
"Maybe we can get together again sometime," I said.
I also stood and began to put my clothes on.
"Yeah, maybe," Fernando said, but he didn't sound like he believed it.
Well, I took a couple of weeks off from my sexual binge at that point. My ass was sore a few days just like I had thought it would be.
I was actually pleased that the damage had not been worse-if you really want to know the truth. Fernando could have opened a serious wound by fucking my ass hard and fast as he could.
Even if that had happened I would not have been angry with the handsome Spanish lad. I would have had only myself to blame. It had all been my idea. He probably wanted to fuck my cunt-but I had talked him into fucking my asshole. He had wanted to bugger me slowly and sensuous-but I would have none of it. I wasn't going to be satisfied until he plowed my bowels as hard and fast as he could. I got what I deserved.
When all of my soreness went away and I began to-once again-feel hotter than a pepper sprout, I felt my mind wandering more and more toward my lesbian tendencies.
There was a little girl working in my husband's office building who was really starting to knock me out. She seemed a little on the innocent side-but that was okay with me. I don't think she was a day over sixteen years old-which gave her a pretty good excuse to be innocent. Still, there was no halo over her head-I could tell that right away. I had a feeling that there were budding horns where her halo had once been . There was something about the way she looked at me when I crossed the lobby of the building that made me think she was seducible. I mean, some females look at me with jealousy in their eyes.
They hate me because I am so beautiful and obviously so rich. Other girls look at me with envy, because they are dreaming of being like me one day.
Some don't seem to care one way or the other about me because they are too busy looking at guys. This girl was different. I could tell that she was looking at me with lust in her eyes. I figured she was going through the same thing I was. She was starting to suspect that she had sexual urges toward both sexes, and she wanted to find out for sure.
I walked up to this little girl who was holding a clipboard against her bosom one Friday afternoon. On the clipboard was a list of names and she was crossing them off one at a time while going through some file cards.
"Hi, what's your name?" I asked. I could see that her name tag, worn above her left breag, read, "Miss Cummings." She told me her name was Candy.
Candy Cummings. Perfect. I gazed into her baby blue eyes and I could once again see that look of passion that I had noticed when the little girl was checking me out from afar.
It would have been an understatement to call Candy Cummings diminutive, as she stood only a fraction of an inch over five feet tall. I guess I like my girls little as well as young. There was something about her size that appealed to me. She was, quite literally, like a living doll.
She would later tell me that she had never weighed more than ninety-seven pounds in her entire life-including once when she had weighed herself while soaking wet.
Candy Cummings had tight blonde curls all over the top of her head. I told her that I thought her hair looked very, very cute, and I meant it. Candy Cummings blushed when I told her this. She announced that she had always thought her tight blonde curls made her look like Harpo Marx.
In spite of the fact that I had embarrassed her with my compliment, I got the impression at no time that Candy wanted me to go away. Not at all.
She was enjoying the attention I was paying her. I told her that I had been looking at all of the girls who worked there, and I thought she was, by far, the cutest.
"Please don't mind me asking, but who are you?" Candy Cummings said. Her voice was very tiny and very high in pitch. Her voice made her sound even younger than she actually was.
"Who do you think I am?"
"I thought you might be a talent scout for a modeling agency or something like that. I guess not. I'm too short to be a model." Candy looked at me curiously, tilting her pretty little head a bit to one side. She raised a single golden eyebrow into a high arch. "Maybe I am a talent scout from the movies in Hollywood," I said.
"Are you?"
"No."
"Stop teasing me. Why all of the interest in little old me?"
"Let me start by saying that my name is Tammy Mumm."
"Are you are relation to Senator Mumm?" Candy inquired.
"Ah, you are familiar with my husband," I said with a smile.
"Your husband? Oh my." This upset her for some reason.
"Does that cause a problem?" I asked, feeling a twinge of my own jealousy.
"Oh no, not at all. It's nothing," she said. I was never to learn what my husbands name had done to make her take pause. I guess it's for the best. If my husband had had an affair with that cute little blonde I don't think I ever want to know about it. "I am paying all of this attention to you because-well-I don't quite know how to put this," I stammered. I can't remember even being so unsure of myself. I don't think I had stammered while making a move on another human being since I was a teenager. I felt as if I were dealing with unfamiliar territory. Just the fact that Candy was a girl made everything seem very different to me. It was like night and day. The only thing that was the same was the ache of desire I could feel growing inside my pussy.
"You want to get to know me better?"
"That's right."
"I was hoping you would say that," Candy Cummings said. "Why?" I asked.
"Because I want to get to know you better. But how?"
"I happen to know a place right here in the building where we can go."
"I have to finish this filing for Mr. Adams. Then I will be free."
"I will go into the coffee shop and wait," I said cheerfully.
As I walked away from the pretty little girl I sensed my ass moving from side to side in that sexy way. I also sensed the little girl's eyes focusing on my ass.
I went into the coffee shop as my pussy juice began to make a wet spot on my dark red panties. I had worn panties that day that matched the paint I used to polish my long fingernails and tiny round toenails.
I was only half way through my cup of coffee when Candy Cummings entered the coffee shop looking for me. I could see her face light up as she spotted me alone in a booth in the back in a dark corner.
God, she was good looking. Her face was round and she had cute little features-features that really did look like they should be painted on the face of a doll. Her eyes were baby blue and twinkled merrily most of the time. She had a straight nose that was a little pointy at its downward tip. Her mouth was little and her lips were as red as cherries in spite of the fact that she was not wearing any lipstick. The truth of the matter was that Candy Cummings was not wearing any make-up at all. She had beauty of the girl next door variety. I suspected that she wasn't a virgin-but she was still naive. I got the impression that Candy Cummings would have been the first to admit that she didn't know very much about life. Her tits were not large but they were perfectly shaped and in ratio with the rest of her body. I could see that her nipples were erect. This was easy to tell because she was obviously not wearing a bra and her nipples were making pebble-like bumps in the front of her button-up blouse. The girls and the boys wore similar uniforms.
Her waist was very slender. It could not have measured more than twenty-two inches. Shit I have been out with men who had thighs thicker than this little girl's waist.
Her hips were slender and though her legs were not long, I could tell that they were very shapely-in just the way a little girl's gams are supposed to be.
I quickly gobbled up the rest of my coffee and stood before Candy had a chance to get to my booth. I didn't know how long the little blonde had free and I didn't want to waste any more time than I had already with small talk.
"Let's go upstairs," I said.
"Upstairs. I thought you were going to take me to a hotel or on one of those wild cab rides I had heard about," Candy said with a girlish giggle.
Her hand slipped into mine for the briefest second and then pulled away. Her step quickened and she caught up to me. I could tell that she was in just as much of a hurry to get alone as I was.
Up in the room I once again thanked God that no one was there. I knew that it was only a matter of time before I ran into Christopher balling some chick when I was trying to get in a little action of my own.
Perhaps you are beginning to wonder how I handled all of my ex-boyfriends while accumulating new ones. The truth of the matter is that it was not easy.
All three of the boys who had fucked me were anxious to do it again, and I think people were starting to notice that I attracted more attention from the pages than would have normally been my due.
I was alone with Candy and she was in my arms. She was so much smaller than I. She was so precious.
I could not help but shower her pretty face with little peck kisses. My arms were around her slender waist.
Her fingers were folded at the back of my neck. I had assumed the masculine posture in this embrace.
I kissed her eyelids as lightly as I could. I kissed the tip of her nose-and then her hot mouth.
Oooh.
That hot mouth!
I felt the tip of the little blonde girl's tongue on my own. I felt her pressing softly, then hard.
The kiss was delicate at all times. She was into subtle caresses-not nearly as bold as the boys had been.
I could tell that I would have to take the initiative. After exploring her inner mouth I bit her neck.
I bit her rather hard and then I licked and sucked at her earlobe. I noticed she was wearing no earrings.
Candy Cummings no doubt considered herself too young for such womanly vanities, but I would turn her into a woman.
"Have you ever been with a woman before, you know, like this?" I asked the little girl in a breathless voice.
"No," she said.
"Have you been with a man?"
"Yes."
"Often."
"Just once."
"Did you make love?"
"Y-y-yes," she said. The line of questioning was getting her uptight so I cut it out. I returned my mouth to hers.
I pushed my tongue into her mouth as deeply as I could get it and ran the palms of my hands down to her ass cheeks.
I began to work my fingers over the seat of her pants. She moaned, the sound muffled by my own pressing lips.
She was swooning.
I began to undress her and she went limp. I leaned her against the desk. She wanted to rub her head and face against my bosom. I opened her blouse.
I touched her tits and she shivered. I noticed that her mouth looked on the puffy side. You know-wanton.
Her lower lip was drooping a little. Her lips were slightly puckered. Her nipples were smaller than my own.
Most girls have nipples smaller than mine. I have humongous feminine erections, you might recall.
Candy Cummings leaned back and opened her legs as I lowered my head to her throat and began to kiss her.
Her head was flung back so that her beautiful little face was turned upward toward the office ceiling.
Her eyes closed tightly as I kissed and licked my way down to her tiny tits. I flicked my tongue at her nipple.
Those tits were not very big-but they were damn proud. She began to open and close her knees as I stimulated her erect rosebud sensuously.
The diminutive blonde was gurgling and gasping. I began to suck her nipple. I sucked quite gently at first.
I gave the pink bulb cute little tugs. I undid the front of her slacks. I pushed my hand down her pants.
I worked my red fingernails under the elastic at the top of her incredibly soft panties. I pushed inside.
I kept seeking her pussy hair and I found none. I had to get all the way to the base of the mound to find her hair.
I could tell that three-quarters of her pubic mound was bald. She merely had two curls of blonde hair.
Those curies were growing just above and to the sides of Candy Cummings' clitoral foreskin. I pushed my finger between them.
I pushed until I found the pink tissues of her once fucked cunt. I found that she was swollen and wet.
My finger touched her clit briefly and her whole backbone snapped as if she had been struck by a whip between her shoulder blades. She was hypersensitive.
I pulled my hand back out. I sniffed my moist finger. Her pussy was very sweet. It smelled unspoiled.
I licked my finger clean. I then pulled her blouse all the way off. I tugged down her pants. She kicked off her shoes.
She was wearing no socks. She wiggled her little toes in the fresh air for a second or two, and then made them still.
She pointed her toes as she stepped out of her pants-so that she was standing before me in just her panties.
Her tits looked pert and perky. I sucked and licked the nipple I had neglected earlier at the same time.
I pushed my hand inside her panties and she moved her legs further apart. Oh, she was very hot. She was very wet.
I could smell the scent of her cunt wafting up from her torrid crotch to my rapidly flaring nostrils.
I ran my fingers up and down her wet gash. I pushed my middle finger up inside her pussy-just a little bit.
"More," she begged."
I gave her a little more-but not much. My finger was only up inside her poontang to the first knuckle.
"Deeper," she whimpered.
But I didn't give it to her any deeper. Instead I pulled my hand out once again and her tension dissolved.
I told her to undress me and she went about this task with fingers so shaky they worried me a bit.
She was getting so excited that she was functioning crazily. She tried to undress me hurriedly.
Instead she ended up talking more time than if she had gone about the disrobing task deliberately. When we were both in just our panties took hers off for her and she did the same for me. I grabbed her wrist.
There was tension in the air.
"Just rub your fingers up and down the outer lips for a second or two," I said to Candy Cummings.
She did as she was told.
I could feel shivers of pleasure running up and down my spine. She discovered I was just as we as she.
We kissed soulfully.
I returned my hand to her wet snatch. I realized that she didn't have any hair growing at the sides of her cunt.
My curious finger soon discovered that Candy Cummings was equally bald around her pink asshole.
All she had were those two small curls of blond air at the very top of her tiny pink cunt slit.
Candy Cummings felt me begin to push my finger up inside her pussy again. She beat me to the punch.
The diminutive blonde pushed her middle finger up inside my pussy as deeply as she could before I had the opportunity to return the favor.
I quickly pushed my finger inside her. I could get deeper than she. I began to press on the dimpled mouth of her womb.
Candy on the other hand began to massage me in a very sexy way!
CHAPTER SIX
I began to work my longest finger in and out of the little blonde girl's pussy slowly and steadily. I would pull it almost all the way out.
Only then would I ease it all the way back in. I could feel the tight muscles inside the little girl's once-fucked poontang squeezing me.
I could feel her tugging at my finger each time I withdrew. I had my palm turned upward. My fingertips explored the upper roof of my cunt.
Candy Cummings was wiggling her finger around in a small circle, using her lone digit to stretch my vaginal open in all possible directions.
The little girl could hear the quickening of my breath when she did this. She had short unpolished fingernails. They were quite different from my own.
Candy had the fingernails of a little girl. They were another factor, along with her voice and bald pussy, that made her seem younger than reality.
Candy pulled her finger out of my pussy and began to massage my asshole. I pulled my middle finger all the way out of her cunt as well.
Then I inserted my right middle finger and forefinger at the same time, to make her inner cunt tissues stretch a little bit more than before.
Candy began to push her finger up my asshole. Her free hand went for my boobs. She began to play with my tits. My tits felt especially large when played with by those diminutive paws of hers.
She had her finger all wet and slippery from being inside my honey pot so she slipped it up my bung with great ease. Her finger was so short that she barely cleared my sphincter.
But that was not for lack of trying. I could feel her grinding her third knuckle against the mouth of my rectum in an attempt to get even deeper inside.
She touched hard at the colon she could reach and I could feel my hips gyrating. Naturally, I wanted her finger to push inside deeper as well. I began to regret the fact that Candy Cummings had no cock to fuck me with. For that matter, I was beginning to regret that Candy Cummings would not be able to get fucked during this affair either. I had no cock to plow into that cunt with-and I realized that I would always come away from lesbian affairs unfulfilled, no matter how sensuous my lover was and no matter how many clitoral orgasms I received and gave.
Then, at precisely the same time we pulled our fingers out of our respective sex holes, and we began to diddle each other's love buttons.
I placed the tip of my wet finger ever-so-delicately on her fiery bulb. I got the impression that I was caressing her in a way she had never been caressed before.
My touch was gingerly. Perfect. I could tell that she was approaching orgasm. I pulled her hand away from my cunt at that moment abruptly.
I wanted Candy Cummings-for a moment at least-to be able to concentrate exclusively on the pleasure she was receiving from my finger.
I did not want the diminutive teenager's concentration to be distracted by the notion that we had to climax simultaneously. She began to moan loudly.
I could tell that she was very close to coming. My mouth was watering so badly that I just had to drop to my knees in front of the little girl.
Candy sensed what I was going to do and moved her feet even further than before apart on the floor. She had her thighs parted very far. Her pussy lips were opened on their own.
I tilted my head back and began to lap at her cunt. I drove my tongue up into her fuck hole. I could feel her muscles squeezing and tugging at my taster.
They squeezed and tugged just as they had at my finger only a few moments before. I pulled my tongue out of her hole. I peeled her clitoral foreskin upward.
I bared her clit and placed the tip of my tongue right on it. I rolled her love button in a circle. I moved it in a figure eight. Then I flicked across it.
I did not have to do this for very long at all before I sensed all of the little girl's muscles tensing up on her involuntarily at the same time.
Candy's back arched further than before so that she was practically sprawled on her back across the large oak wood desk. Her face was contorting.
Her pussy was spasming. She was screaming with her pleasure. I had to reach out and put my hand over her mouth. She took my fingers in her mouth.
She sucked my fingers as hard as she could-rolling her tongue over them at the same time-in a desperate attempt to completely pacify herself.
She was obviously pretending that she had a cock in her mouth. It was a man's hard prick that the little girl was licking and sucking in her fantasy.
I sucked and licked at her clit at the same time-just as I had remembered Fernando doing to my cunt only a week or so before. She sucked even harder at my fingers.
The little girl gushed juices into my face. I pushed three fingers up her cunt and working them in and out-twisting them as I did so.
A creamy substance came oozing from her cunt. Oooooh, she was really getting off now. I could sense her upper body bucking, but I did not see it.
I had my eyes closed. I had to be careful not to suck at her clit too hard. I knew that there was only a fine line between ecstasy and agony when treating a love button roughly.
Naturally I made sure that her clit never got anywhere near my teeth. I knew that the visible part of her love button was only the tip of the iceberg.
The rest of her clit ran along her pubic bone, deep inside her cunt, explaining was she was so sensitive on the upper roof, near the base of the bone.
I managed to get three fingers up her cunt and my pinky up her ass by the time she stopped her convulsions and became quiet once again.
I kissed away the tears of joy that had welled up in her baby blue eyes, spilling a little bit onto her round cheekbones. I kissed her mouth.
She pushed me away and then turned me by the shoulders. She wanted to switch positions. It was my turn to be pleasured by her mouth and fingers.
I had been close to the edge when I pulled her hand away from my cunt, and my horniness had not diminished while eating her hot pussy.
I leaned back over the desk, resting on my elbows, and spread my thighs for the little girl. She stood in between my knees and leaned over to tongue my nipples.
She kissed and sucked at my tit for a long time. As she did this she lightly ran her round fingertips up and down the insides of my thighs.
I could tell that I was literally dripping cunt juice onto the floor. My honey pot-I could tell-was going to be boiling by the time her mouth even got to it.
She knelt before me and I could feel her teeth on my inner thighs. I actually sat up on the desk so that my feet lifted off the floor.
I wanted to get the weight of my round lower torso onto the small of my back so that Candy could get at my buttocks with her mouth.
She pulled my ass cheeks open and ran her tongue up and down the crack of my ass, savoring both the flavor of my ass and the pussy juices that had dripped down in there.
Then she concentrated her oral energy on the asshole itself. She licked it clean and pushed up inside it. She pulled her tongue out and penetrated my bung with three tightly clustered fingers.
With Candy's fingers still up inside my ass I felt her licking lightly at my outer cunt lips. She licked at the clitoral foreskin. She became orally anxious.
Candy began to lick up and down the entire length of my boiling honey pot with the flat part of her tongue, crossing my clit with each stroke.
Her taster worked deeper between my inner lips each time. She started each stroke at my anus and ended it at the base of my pubic hair.
I could feel my pleasure getting a little bit bigger each time her tongue's flat part made direct contact with my little man in the boat.
She pushed her tongue as deep inside my pussy as she could while moving my clit from side to side gently with the tip of her pointy nose.
Well, I thought I was going to die. She then found my clit with her tongue and worked on it-and it alone. In a second I was in outer space.
I was travelling to other universes. I left this solar system. I was on my way past galaxies, strange galaxies, one, two, three. It was great!
I could tell that I was on my way to another dimension-to a place where time and space stopped existing all together. I was on my way to the fifth dimension.
I journeyed to the land of the sensates-to a place where only sensation existed, and only the intensity of sensation held any import.
I could feel my sense of time and space becoming badly warped by the intensity of the sensations I was experiencing at that moment, to tell the truth.
Each second felt like a minute and each minute-had my orgasm lasted that long-would have seemed like about a year and a half or something.
She licked me-but did not suck at the clit-until my come stopped. I stood up next to the desk and reached down to hold her beneath her arms.
She was a little moist down there. I lifted her up to her feet and licked her face clean. I sucked her protruding tongue. We pressed our tits together.
She was up on her toes and arched as I stooped over her. We did this so we could kiss with our hot mouths and our stiff nipples at the same time.
"How did you like it?" I asked her. She looked at me as if I were weird. She looked at me as if I had grown a second head or something.
"I liked it plenty. You mean you couldn't tell?" she said. "I easily liked it as much as you, and I could tell you were having a very good time."
"How true."
"Kiss me again."
"I have to go soon."
"I know, so do I. Kiss me again."
"Okay."
We kissed one last time and then quickly put our clothes back on. We stopped together in the ladies' room down the hall. My make-up was smudged.
Candy wanted to splash some cold water on her face. She could tell that she was still flushed from the orgasm she had experienced. We both brushed our hair and then got on the elevator. When we got off the elevator we pretended that we did not know one another and went our separate ways. Indeed, we did not talk to one another after that.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Things got a lot weirder with my next sexual affair. As it turned out the affair was not with a page at my husband's office building.
As things turned out I met my next lover at a dinner for my husband. It was very strange how it happened. I was sitting right next to my husband at the long table and we were being served our food. I found myself looking at one of the boys doing the serving. He was a black boy and very handsome. No more than sixteen.
Just the way I like them. If he had been serving my side of the table I would not had an excuse to make eye contact with him. As it was I held his stare so long I was surprised that my husband did not become suspicious. To tell you the truth, I don't think my husband pays that much attention to me anymore.
Like I said before, I am just a prop. When all of the food was served I quickly discovered an imaginary hair in my roast beef. I can be a pretty damn good actress when I want to be.
"Ug, this is disgusting. I am going to go complain immediately," I said and got up from my seat. My husband tried to keep me from making a scene.
I lowered my voice and assured him that I would be right back. I made my way toward the kitchen in search of the black boy, the charmer.
I found him hovering inside the kitchen door near the little window, as if he were going to spy on me while I was eating. He seemed very nervous when I confronted him.
"I would like to speak to you alone, my friend," I said to him, trying to accomplish this without any of the others noticing. I grabbed his arm and ushered him out into the hall.
"What did I do?" he asked nervously. I stood a little too close to him and I left my hand on his arm even though we were now standing still.
"I want you to write your name and phone number on a piece of paper. It would be helpful if you would put down when you are free as well. I want to call you."
"But why?" he asked.
"Silly boy."
"Pardon me?"
"I want to have sex with you."
"You are pulling my leg."
"Not yet. Soon I'll be pulling your third leg," I said. He seemed like there was more he wanted to say, but he couldn't conjure up the nerve.
I guess I should mention at this point that the young man, whose name was Harvey Harris, was a lot larger than the other boys I had picked up.
He had thick muscles across his shoulders, his back and his chest. It would not later surprise me to find out Harvey played football on his high school team.
He weighed well over two hundred pounds. His voice was deep. His body had matured quickly. He was a man with a boy's brain. There was something perfect about that.
Harvey quickly wrote down the information I was seeking. I told him to bring a fresh plate of food to my table as I had found a hair in the first one.
Three days later I called Harvey at the number he had given me. He told me to meet him at a playground. I picked him up there in my sports car.
I drove him to a sleazy hotel just outside Washington. It was the sort of place where they showed closed circuit porno movies in the rooms.
The sort of place that had mirrors not only on the ceilings but on the walls and sometimes on the floors as well. Twenty-four hours a day. Businessman's rates available for short term stays. You get the deal.
I stripped him down inside our room and laid him out on the bed. He had a big fat dick that was getting bigger by the second. The head of his cock was blue-black.
His ebony pole was going to fill my twat to the brim. I took off my own clothes and stretched on top of him, rubbing my pussy lips up and down the underside of his dick shaft.
I thought about taking him like that, with me on top. For a moment I wanted to be the waves of the sea-allowing him to be the relatively still sands of the beach.
But he had this look in his large brown eyes of a stud who was anxious to mount. I rolled over on my back and I let him mount me.
For a moment the weight of Harvey's chest was down fully upon my tits. My breasts were flattened by the pressure. I could feel my nipples throbbing against his tight black skin.
He was making it very difficult to breathe. He was very heavy. He sensed my distress and lifted his chest from mine so that only my nipples were touching his chest.
He had positioned himself so that the entire length of his dick was pinned between our lower bellies. I could feel the base of his cock throbbing at the very top of my snatch.
I could feel the blue-black tip of Harvey's cock throbbing against a spot that was in between my tits and my concave bellybutton.
Then the young man kicked his legs out straight behind him. I could see myself in the mirror above. I could see that tight black fanny.
I could see Harvey flexing the muscles in his ass. I ran my hands over his buttocks, his back and the backs of his thighs. I reached under his ass cheeks.
I scratched ever-so-lightly at the base of his scrotal sack for a moment or two. He got up on his toes. His hands were flat on the bed someplace over my head.
He pushed down with his palms so that he was hovering over me-as if he were about to do a series of push-ups on top of me. I guess he was.
He lifted his loins so that the base of his cock was no longer touching my inverted triangle of chestnut-colored pubic hair. Only the tip touched me.
The tip of his cock was throbbing more intensely than ever against a spot midway between the top of my slash and my dimpled bellybutton.
I felt him guiding his cock into my pussy with his hand while supporting the entire weight of his upper torso with the other. I squeezed his hips with the insides of my thighs.
I lifted my legs up in the air. I pointed my toes at the corners of the ceiling and made a vee with my shapely gams. I turned my toes inward.
I crossed my ankles I rested my heels on the small of his back. I draped my arms under his and scratched up and down the sides of his backbone with the tips of my long red fingernails.
I squeezed him with all four of my limbs at the same time. He opened up my cunt with the blunt tip of his ebony pole. I felt that black shaft push deeper.
Then deeper still. He filled me up. He began to fuck. I quickly orgasmed.
I could tell that the black boy was under complete control. I could tell that he was going to be able to fuck me for a very long time.
I knew that his libido would be under control for many strokes before Harvey was forced to end the act with the spilling of his seed inside my pussy-well past the mouth of my womb.
I came again and again. Not since I was with Christopher have I come so much. I felt the rushes of the tightly grouped comes flowing into one another.
I was snapping off my orgasms at a frightening pace. I thought it would never stop. My pleasure mounted until I thought I was going to pass out.
"I CAN'T STOP COMING! HARVEY! OH MY GOD HARVEY! I CAN'T STOP COMING! HAVE MERCY ON ME! HAVE MERCY ON MY PUSSY! HAVE MERCY ON MY SOUL!"
I could feel my inner cunt lips being pushed and pulled blissfully by the amazing girth of his ebony pole. He quickened his stroke and I could feel myself spinning.
I really did think I was going to lose consciousness at any moment by the time he finally rammed his entire pecker in and shot his cream.
I used my cunt to suck him dry. I ordered him out of me and into his clothes right away. Outside I drove him back to the playground where we had met.
I told Harvey Harris that I would give him a call sometime.
But I knew-even as I spoke the words-that I never would.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Bobby Billinton was an odd lad-but I enjoyed playing kinky sex games with him nonetheless. He was yet another page at my husband's office.
I tried to get him to come with me up to the third floor to the abandoned office with me but he said that he wouldn't hear of it.
I thought at first that this was because the boy was afraid of me-or perhaps he didn't find me attractive. He was a mild-mannered boy.
I considered the possibility that women were not foremost on his mind-if you know where I am coming from. But this did not turn out to be the case at all.
He told me that-at the ripe old age of sixteen-he was jaded and bored with "normal", sex. He wanted to be experimental. I was pleased with this.
I explained to the cute blonde boy that I was an extremely open-minded woman. I asked him to explain what he wanted from me. I would do my best to please him.
He blushed.
Bobby blushed frequently.
"Well, Tammy, what I have in mind we certainly can't do in this building," Bobby said to me. His face was still red. I could tell that he was having naughty thoughts. VERY naughty.
"If you tell me what you have in mind I can try to help you. You don't have to be shy with me. I don't think that there is anything wrong with a little deviation every now and again," I said.
"I am into-or I should say-I would like to be into water sports," Bobby said to me. "I want to play wet games-golden showers, enemas and stuff like that."
"I have read about things like that in magazines," I confessed. "I wasn't sure if people really did that or if they were just erotic fantasies," I added.
"I don't know if people really do that stuff or not either," Bobby said to me. He was now sounding a-lot more sure of himself. "But I have always been the sort of boy who wanted to turn my fantasies into reality."
"That's a good way to be disappointed," I warned him. How well I knew that fantasy and reality were not at all similar. Things never worked out in reality as well as they did in the imagination.
"That is a risk I am willing to take. But-like I said-the games I like to play are messy and we can't do them here," he said. He still sounded nervous-but now I think his nervousness was stemming from his desire and his anticipation rather than from an insecurity or a fear of being laughed at.
"I'll tell you what. I am going to do something I have never done before. I am going to invite you home with me," I said. "We can use my bathroom-and my bedroom. I hope that you are into fucking and sucking too."
"Oh yes, but I have to work all day and certainly your husband will be home this evening," he said. His voice was crisp. His words sounded very proper even when he was speaking in vulgarities.
"That is why you are going to call in sick tomorrow morning. Instead of coming to work you will come to my house. I will get all of the stuff we will need," I said.
He seemed extremely pleased by this idea. I handed him my address card and he told me that he knew how to get there. Bobby drove his own car.
He told me that I was like a dream come true. I told him to save his flattery for when we were alone. In the lobby of that building I had to be very careful.
Every day now I was running into pages that I had already fucked, and obviously they knew why I was hanging around so much. I had a feeling that I was near the end of my rope.
My life-style had become increasingly reckless. I suppose it was only a matter of time before I got caught. I was already thinking of beating my husband to the punch by filing for divorce. I was pretty sure that he had been the one to pop Candy Cummings' cherry. I was also pretty sure I could force a confession out of that little blonde if I had to.
Since my husband was showing less and less interest in me-and I in him-I wasn't worried that the man would try to contest the divorce.
I wanted my fair share when it came to alimony, but I would make it clear to my husband from the start that I wasn't out to rob him blind.
That day, while Bobby was working, thinking about me, no doubt, I went to a sexy boutique on the outskirts of town and bought a special enema bag designed for erotic purposes.
I figured I could improvise if any other equipment was needed during my sexual adventures with Bobby Billington. I could tell by his fantasies that he was a sexual submissive.
I could tell that he was looking for a dominant woman, so I spent part of that day practicing to be a dominatrix bitch. I thought about buying a leather corset.
I wondered how far I would be willing to go. What would I do if he wanted me to tie him up? What would I do if he wanted me to whip him-or something like that. I told myself that I would do whatever he wanted, even if it involved hurting him. If he wanted to be degraded, I would degrade him. If Bobby Billington wanted to be humiliated, I would be more than willing to humiliate him. If he wanted to be tortured in an erotic way-well-I was willing to do that too.
I had told Bobby that I was an extremely open-minded woman, and I knew I would disappoint him if this turned out not to be true once we got right down to the real nitty-gritty.
The following morning, after my husband had left for work I got up right away-instead of sleeping in late as I usually do. I was expecting company.
I took a long shower under needles of steamy hot spray. I used plenty of soap and made sure that I scrubbed all of my nooks and crannies.
I was already feeling horny, thinking of the kinky sex games I would soon be playing games I had never played before. I wanted to jerk off.
But I held back.
I did not masturbate.
Instead I allowed my passion to grow. I wanted to be seething with my womanly lust by the time the frail blonde boy arrived at my front door.
I dried myself slowly and blew dry my long hair. I then put perfume behind my ears, on my nipples, on the insides of my thigh, behind my knees and at the very top of the crack of my ass.
I put on an expensive musk oil-the sort that changes odor depending on the body chemistry of the woman wearing it. The oil smelled hauntingly beautiful on me-if I do say so myself.
Then I put on my make-up. I even rouged my nipples and the outermost edges of my protruding inner cunt lips. I put on a garter belt.
To this I attached a pair of black fishnet stockings, the sort with a black seam up the back. I slipped my feet into open-toed black spiked high heels.
I then slipped a silky robe over my shoulders and tied the cloth belt around my slender waist loosely. I wanted to keep the robe open at the top.
I wanted the upper halves of my delicious breasts to be visible to Bobby Billington even when I opened the door. He might be worried that I had been kidding him, or that I wanted to get him in trouble, or that I had changed my mind about playing fetish games with him. I wanted Bobby to be relieved of these anxieties the second I opened the door. My lips were moist and tingly.
I sat on the living room couch and turned on the color television set. Bobby-as it turned out-was fifteen minutes late for his appointment.
I was starting to think that I had been the one who had been deceived, and then the front doorbell rang and I knew everything was going to be okay.
I stepped quickly to the door, clicking on my high heels. When I opened the door I saw Bobby standing there, in a simple button-up shirt and jeans. He was wearing sneakers.
I guess he figured that there was no point in dressing up-because he figured he wasn't going to be spending a hell of a lot of time in his clothes anyway.
In Bobby's right hand was a single red rose. He presented it to me shyly. It was I who blushed. What a simple yet wonderful gesture. I took the rose and held it to my bosom. I pricked myself, drawing just a spot of blood. I didn't mind. There was part of me that thought the rose was me-and I, indeed, was that beautiful red rose. But where was the thistle in my kiss? Bobby must have wondered. One thing was for sure, he wouldn't have to wait long to find out.
I invited him in and asked him if he would like something to drink. He shook his head from side to side silently. I clipped the stem of the rose and put it in a slender femininely shaped vase partially filled with tap water.
"You should have something to drink though," he said. "You know-for later." I understood what he meant and had several glasses of cold water-so that my bladder would be achingly full when it came time for me to put my pee to work.
I took the boy's hand in mine. We were just the same height. Not only that but our loins were at the same level. That meant that we could kiss and fuck at the same time while we were standing up. This pleased me. We were anatomically correct for one another.
I led the boy up to the bathroom and told him to strip. I made it clear by the tone of my voice that I was not in the mood to take no for an answer.
I was not making a request.
I was giving an order.
I wanted Bobby Billington to know who was boss, even though my intonations were unnecessary. It was clear that Bobby was more than willing to do whatever I wanted him to.
I watched with my arms crossed on my chest as he stripped. I gracefully undid the cloth belt around my waist so that my robe fell open. This allowed the boy to see my breasts and my pussy for the first time. Again he stared at me with wide eyes. I could see the bulge in the crotch of his tight jeans. I knew that the boy was going to have a full-fledged erection by the time he pulled down his pants and his underwear. His fingers were shaking a little as he unbuttoned his shirt.
He undressed completely and I ordered him to get into the tub. I told him to turn so that he was facing the shower nozzle. I went and fetched the enema bag and a single piece of rough rope.
I told him to moved his feet as far apart in the tub as he could possibly get them and he did this-without offering a peep of protest.
I then told him to raise his arms up over his head so that he was crossing his elbows on the shower nozzle. This stretched the muscles in his shoulders. The shower nozzle was so high that he could no longer get his heels on the tub's bottom as firmly as he would have liked.
Bobby was forced up onto his toes a bit. I knew that this was putting strain on the arches of his feet and the muscles in his calves and thighs.
I showed him the enema bag. He commented that it looked too large. I explained that I was going to fill the bag all the way to the brim with water.
I told him that I was going to force him to take every drop of that water up his butt before I allowed him to release any of it. He seemed frightened.
"But that is too much," he said.
"Perhaps."
"You will make me explode."
"Could be."
"What happens if I fail?"
"We will repeat the process until you get it right!" I said.
I was getting off on my role as dominatrix-so very different from any other sexual role I had ever played. I was allowed to be cruel to this boy because I knew he enjoyed being treated in that manner. I could be cruel without feeling guilt. I felt as if my conscience had been removed. I felt gleefully free because of this-as if a humungous weight had just been lifted from my shoulders.
The second the boy had crossed his wrists on the shower nozzle I used the single piece of rope to bind his hands there securely.
As you might suspect, I tied the knot as tightly as I could possibly get it. I could tell that the rough hemp was biting into his wrist flesh.
I could tell that the rope was digging ugly red rings into the boy's wrists-rings that would linger for days after the sex session was over.
Yes, I tied the rope so tightly that I completely cut off the circulation of blood to his hands. I could see that his fingertips were turning purple.
I knew-instinctively somehow-that the boy was feeling pins and needles in the tips of his small fingers. But I knew they would not be there for long.
I knew that it wouldn't be very long at all before the cute blonde boy could feel nothing at all in either of his hands. I could see that he was trying to wiggle his fingers at the knuckles.
I could also see that Bobby Billington could only do this with an ever-increasing amount of difficulty. His knuckles were getting stiffer and stiffen.
I could tell that-along with being numb-the harsh bondage would soon render all of Bobby's smallish fingers immobile as well. He was in distress.
Nonetheless I could see that his cock was as hard as a rock. He had a big cock-at least it was big for a boy his size. A good fat eight inches, I would say.
I reached down and took his cock in my hand to give it a little squeeze. I pumped blood up into the head of his dick with my hand as he made gurgling sounds in the back of his throat.
I then went to the sink and rinsed off the brand new enema bag. I unscrewed the plastic lid from the tip. I adjusted the temperature of the water in the sink.
I made it steamy hot. The sink was next to the tub so that Bobby had no trouble seeing what I was doing in spite of the way he had been bound.
There was steam rising from the white porcelain sink by the time I began to fill the rubber bag. Just as I had promised, I filled it all the way to the brim.
I swear, not another drop of water could have fit inside that bag without making it overflow. The rubber was stretched. I screwed the plastic cap back on.
The bag was made of black rubber and looked very much like a hot water bottle with one exception. There wax a long rubber hose dangling from the base of the bag.
There was a clamp on the hose to prevent any of that water from escaping prematurely. At the very end of the hose was the plastic nozzle-or syringe, if you like-designed to fit deeply up Bobby's cute little asshole.
He had a tiny white ass.
My pussy was soaking wet.
I could see that the syringe-which was a good four inches long-was long enough to push well past his tight tubular sphincter muscle.
I could see that the plastic syringe was thickest at the tip and skinniest at the base. I knew why this was. The tip would push into the colon while the asshole itself squeezed at the base.
The muscles would lock the syringe inside the boy's ass once it was deeply inserted. It would work as a butt plug-I think that's what they call them.
The plastic nozzle would help Bobby retain the water that had already pumped inside his butt. I attached the bag to the pole that supported the plastic shower curtain.
His knees were beginning to shake and I could see the strain in his muscles-especially those in his calves. He was trying to lower his heels to the bottom of the tub.
But he could tell that I had bound him so that this was impossible. He would have pulled his shoulders out of their sockets if he had done it.
I began to lightly stroke his buttocks. I tickled his balls a little bit and he made frustrated moaning sounds. Lord, his balls must have been on fire.
I remembered the way my own asshole felt when Fernando tongued me and fucked me there. I knew that was probably just how Bobby's anus was feeling at that very moment.
My pussy was fully engorged.
My nipples were erect and throbbing.
I began to massage the cheeks of his ass with strong fingers. He was breathing very hard. His face turned red, and this time it stayed that way. I could tell that the cute little boy's facial features were going to remain crimson throughout the enema-and probably would not return to their normal milky color until after he was allowed to release the water.
He confessed that he had never done this before and he wasn't sure that he would be able to. I told him that all he had to do was keep his asshole tensed around the base of the plastic syringe while-at the same time-totally relaxing the muscles inside his colon. He was beginning to panic at the last minute, but I showed him no mercy. I knew I didn't have to remind him that all of this had been his idea in the first place.
I dug the tips of my fingers into the crack of Bobby's ass and pulled his buns open. He was shivering violently with his fear and anticipation by this time.
I could feel the tip of my middle finger actually touching Bobby's asshole for a moment. I could feel the tissues there throbbing intensely with their intense expectation.
I grabbed the hose dangling from the base of the enema bag with my other hand. I held the hose at the very base of the plastic syringe.
I ran the tip of the syringe up and down the crack of the boy's ass. He shivered and moaned every time the plastic nozzle made direct contact with the mucous membranes at the mouth of his rectum. I then stopped the movement of the nozzle when the tip was pressed precisely against the center of the pink asterisk that was his bung hole. I altered the angle of the nozzle so I could slip it up inside him. I then rammed the entire plastic part of the enema device into his ass with a single snap of my wrist and he let out a grunt that completely emptied his lungs of air. He inhaled once again with difficulty-as if the insertion of the nozzle had mysteriously transformed the cute teenager into an asthmatic.
His asshole clutched the base of the nozzle. I pushed the thing in so deep that no plastic was visible. It looked as if the rubber hose itself were running up his ass.
I wasted no time getting things started. I released my grip on his buttocks so that the cheeks closed around the rubber hose very tightly. My fingers ran up the hose.
I quickly removed the clamp from the hose and allowed the water to run into his butt. Boy, did he ever shiver violently. I could see the head of his cock snapping upward toward his belly.
His balls looked bloated.
He yearned to writhe-but his bondage kept him still.
His legs must have felt like they were degenerating into stale ginger ale beneath him. He must have been wondering how much longer the muscles in his legs were going to be able to support the weight of his body, although I don't think the frail young man could possibly have weighed more than one-hundred and thirty-five pounds.
His knees were shaking more violently than ever. The water was flowing into him slowly. It seemed that way to me-so it must have felt even longer to him. I could see him sweating.
He was covered with gooseflesh. He was contorting his facial features, pressing his back teeth together so tightly that those muscles at the sides of his jaw were protruding.
He begged me to let him shit-but I would hear none of it. He was whining pathetically, and I knew his pain was real. I was shocked by my own reaction.
I learned quickly to relish his pain. How often had boys hurt me with their big cocks and seemed to enjoy it? How often? Who knows? Who counts?
But I was getting my revenge. They say that inside every masochist a sadist lives-and vice versa, no doubt. I was starting to believe that was true.
I sat on the toilet while I watched him fill up with water and I began to play with myself. I stroked my nipples. I pinched those rosebuds.
I tugged ay feminine erections. I cupped my tits in my hands and began to squeeze them. I sat on the toilet with my shoulders back and my knees spread far apart.
By turning his head to one side Bobby Billinton could get a clear view of my naked form. He could see the split pinkness of my beaver.
He could see the juices that were flowing from my honey pot-but he did not yearn to drink the secretions of the glands inside my vulva. He was yearning, instead, to drink the juices of my bladder. I could tell that my bladder was filling rapidly with the cold water I had drunk earlier-and I knew that I was ready to offer him plenty of golden showers when the time came. I could see him shivering again. He began to scream. He told me that he feared he was going to die. He told me that there were horrible cramps in his belly, and he couldn't even bend forward to relieve those cramps because of the way his slender wrists had been bound stringently above his head. I could see that his eyes were filling with tears. On the other hand, the head of his cock looked as if it would explode from the internal pressure if another drop of hot blood tried to pump its way inside. I could see that his scrotal sack was filled to the brim with his silver seed and looked ready to overflow. His abdomen bloated outward.
The bag was almost empty.
I wasted no time once the bag was empty. I had diddling around with my pussy while watching him. It felt great running my fingertips lightly and slowly up and down the entire length of my pink poontang slash.
But once the bag was empty I hopped to my feet and returned to the boy's side. I took his cock in my right hand and grabbed the base of the enema hose with the other.
I pulled the plug out of his butt and began to pump at his rock-hard cock meat as hard and fast as I could. I told him he was a good boy for taking all of the water as he had been ordered to-and that now it was okay for him to release that plethora of steamy water. Well, I guess those were the sweetest words Bobby Billington had ever heard in his entire life.
He released the tension in his asshole-for the first time in what must have felt like ages. At the same time he clamped down hard on all of the muscles in his colon and the pit of his bowels. His whole asshole blustered and dilated as the water gushed outward. He made the loudest farting noise I had ever heard. The sound rattled off the tiled walls of the bathroom. The room instantly began to reek with the scent of his inner bowels-an odor that I found oddly attractive.
His water shot clear across the length of the tub with the violence of that initial blast-so that it splashed against the wall at the other end of the tub at his rear.
Then I felt his cock spasming against the insides of my fingers and my palms. I could tell that the boy was going to shit and come at the same time-something I would not have thought possible unless I had seen it for myself. I could feel his cock working like a pump. Then his molten silver seed began to spout rapidly and thickly from between the swollen and suddenly dilated lips astride his tiny piss hole. I could feel his come spilling onto my hand. The come was slippery on my palm and allowed my hand to slip back and forth along the entire length of his dick. I realized that his legs were about to collapse. I managed to untie the rope that held his wrists in place and I was forced to let go of his spasming dick as he collapsed into the bottom of the tub and began to swim around in the stained and smelly water that had pooled down there. He grabbed his own cock-as his orgasm was still in progress. He milked out the last of his fuck juice as the water continued to ooze from his asshole.
His screaming stopped.
He became perfectly still and moaned softly at the bottom of the tub.
CHAPTER NINE
"I must in all fairness say that that was well done, my boy," I said to Bobby. I had to speak loud so that he could hear me over the sound of the shower beating down on him.
I removed the enema bag from the pole that held the shower curtain. I returned the bag to the sink where I washed it off carefully.
I washed the nozzle off thoroughly and put the bag under the dirty clothes in the hamper.
The hamper was on the far side of the bathroom.
I want you to wash off yourself and the tub before you turn the shower off. Then we will spray some air-freshener in here to get rid of the reek of your bowels."
I could see that the boy was having trouble making his body work properly. It took him a long time to get up on his knees with his back straight. He shook his hands.
He was trying to get the flow of blood back into the tips of his fingers so that he could use his hands to help clean himself and the tub.
I stood right there and waited for him. The shower water was very hot and it wasn't long before the room was filled with a thick steam.
I could see that both the mirror in front of the medicine cabinet and the full-length looking-glass mounted on the bathroom door were fogged over.
Bobby managed to push himself up into a standing position. His body was returning to normal. I pushed my hand inside the tub and cleaned the come off.
When he had everything cleaned off and the room was smelling fresh once again I was the one who turned off the shower. I pulled back the curtain.
"Now I am going to prove to you just how worthless you are sex slave. I don't even think you are good enough to be my toilet," I said.
I had done some reading of my own on sadomasochistic sex-and I knew that verbal abuse was just as important as physical abuse when it came to the degradation and humiliation of a slave.
"I am going to make you drink my piss and then we will see if you are good enough to be my toilet. If you are a good boy I will even let you be my toilet paper."
He thanked me kindly and I ordered him to get down in the tub on his back. He had swollen red eyes from the tears he had spilled during the sadistic enema I had prepared for him.
He stretched out on his back and placed his arms flat against his sides so that his palms were touching his hips and his fingertips were on his upper thighs. His cock was flaccid by this time. I began to wonder how long it would take him to get another erection. I wondered if he could get a boner without being abused.
I decided to play it by ear. I removed my robe so that I was wearing only my garter belt, my black fishnet stockings and my spiked high heels.
I got into the tub and stood so that I had one foot on either side of his cute head. His hair was wet and plastered to his scalp.
He sat up a little, propping himself up on his elbows, making sure that his face remained in between my gracefully tapered thighs.
At the same time I squatted over him with my knees apart. I could feel my outer cunt lips parting on their own. I stroked my inner thighs.
I ran the tips of my long red fingernails up and down the insides of my thighs all the way from my knees to the sides of my vulva. He was breathing hard.
I could see that the blonde teenager was practicing breathing through his nose. He worked his jaw from side to side to get the kinks out.
The idea of drinking the water before we went upstairs had been a damn good one on Bobby Billington's part. My bladder was very full.
I had to take a wicked piss-if you really want to know the truth. I could tell from the expression on the boy's face that he wanted to quaff down every drop of the juice from my bladder.
I used the tips of my red fingernails to peel back the labia so that my urethra was exposed. I ordered him to open his mouth as far as he could.
Naturally, the boy did as he was told without a peep of protest. I had no trouble whatsoever opening up the floodgates. I began to piss.
Boy, was I mean!
I missed the boy's mouth on purpose at first so that my hot, hot piss sprinkled down all over his cute little face. I did this spontaneously.
I guess I just wanted to amplify his degradation. I could see Bobby closing his eyes so tightly that both of his eyelids wrinkled.
Either the boy had been pissed on before (I didn't count out the possibility that he had lied about his lack of experience) or he knew instinctively that the piss would burn his eyes.
Then I got down to business.
I re-adjusted the aim of my golden showers so that they went directly into his mouth. Damned if he didn't start swallowing that stuff down.
It was obvious he loved my piss.
He began to drink with gusto.
The boy quaffed deeply of the golden urine-just as if he were drinking a fine imported wine from a vintage year straight from the bottle.
I could tell that the boy had no intention of stopping his drinking until my bladder was completely empty. It was all so kinky and sexy.
I could feel my clit swelling.
I could feel the water pressure diminishing and I knew I was about through. The last urine came squirting out like a male ejaculation.
Then I ordered the boy to be my toilet paper-to lick the last few droplets of piss from my hot pink cunt. I squatted lower than before.
Bobby sat up higher.
His tongue went for my piss hole and I shivered when he touched me there. I used one hand to steady my balance and played with my tits with the other.
Bobby was smart enough to know that he was not supposed to stop licking my pussy when all of the piss was gone. He licked downward.
Bobby found the mouth of my fuck hole and plunged his tongue as deeply up my poontang as he could possibly get it. I wiggled my ass.
I felt the tip of his nose against my swollen clit. I could feel my horniness rising. I had my nipple between my thumb and forefinger.
Bobby pulled his tongue out of my juicy fuck hole and moved it directly to my clit where he began to lick very softly-almost patiently.
I was not as patient.
"LICK HARDER!" I screamed.
He did as he was told.
He began to flick the tip of his tongue back and forth across my little man in the boat as hard and fast as he could. He didn't have to do that for long.
I squirted my feminine ejaculation against his lower lip. I ordered him to suck and lick at my hard clit simultaneously. He made sloppy noises with his mouth.
I felt the bliss ripping through me. and I released my grip on my nipple so I could reach back and find his cock and balls with my hand.
I rubbed his swollen nuts and then took his dick in my hand. I pumped and squeezed it. It was still soft-but it would not stay that way for long.
In spite of the fact that only a few moments had passed since the rather frail teenager had shot his wad, fresh hot blood was already pumping into the head and shaft of his surprisingly large dick.
I could tell that the boy would soon have another hard-on. At that point I was going to take him into the bedroom and allow him to fuck the living shit out of me.
He had been my slave long enough, and he had done a good job. It would be his turn to receive his reward. I knew he wanted his cock inside my cunt just as badly as I did.
CHAPTER TEN
My husband was not shocked when I told him I had been in touch with my lawyer and had decided to file for divorce. Things just were not working.
I thought that I would get sick of my affairs with young boys-but this turned out not to be the case. My sexual needs were increasing rather than decreasing.
Being an older woman slut had been a hell of a lot more fun than I thought it was going to be-and I thought it was going to be pretty fun.
I did not tell my husband that I was doing what I was doing. But inside I knew the divorce was the best thing for him as well as me.
If I continued to behave as I had been behaving I was going to cause a scandal sooner or later. It would be bad enough tarnishing my own reputation like that.
But it would REALLY have been unfair if I had dragged my husband down into the slime with me-even if he did pop Candy Cummings' cherry.
So my husband agreed to have his things moved out of the house. He would get an apartment or something near his office. I felt very free.
I kept thinking about the sexy fantasy I had had in the basement of that office building in the light of the kerosene lamp with Fernando.
I remembered that I had wanted to be fucked by three boys at the same time. I had three holes and I couldn't help but wonder how it would feel to get fucked in all of them simultaneously.
I had the house to myself so I knew that arranging such a group scene would not be as difficult-or as risky-as it had been when I was still living with my husband.
I guess that it was a little more than a week after my husband had moved out that I went about turning my fantasy into a reality, taking a lesson from Bobby Billington.
I decided that my best bet was to deal with boys I had already seduced. I left messages at my husband's office building for Christopher, Fernando and Anthony.
I told them that I was recently single and would like them to come over that very night to help me stay happy. I did not tell them about each other.
That part was to be a surprise. They began to show up at eight o'clock that night. Funny, it never occurred to me once that one of them might say no.
The many sexy affairs I had had did wonders for my self-image. I thought of myself as sexier than ever. I thought of all of the boys as my slaves-not just the ones with masochistic tendencies.
Anthony showed up first and I served him a glass of wine. I told him we were expecting others and he seemed surprised. He said he didn't know it was going to be a party.
Anthony was told that it was going to be a sex party and that I was to be the only woman. Then Fernando and Christopher showed up very close to the same time.
When all three of them were there, acting strangely around one another I explained what it was I wanted them to do. Fernando seemed to think it was an excellent idea.
Christopher added that he would do it, but Anthony seemed shy as usual. He finally said that he didn't want to spoil my fun so he would go along with the plan as well.
I was feeling very proud of myself at that point. I marched them all upstairs to the bedroom and told them to get out of all of their clothes.
Several of them were obviously more comfortable naked in front of me than they were in front of each other, but I figured they would quickly get used to it.
I was correct. By the end of the hot scene the three boys were sexual comrades, and they were behaving as if they were a team. I assigned them their holes.
I told Anthony that he was going to get to fuck my cunt. I told Christopher that he would be allowed to fuck my mouth-just as he had when we first made it together.
I told Fernando that he was going to get to fuck my ass-which he had already figured out. He flicked his incredibly long tongue in and out at me.
I took off all of my clothes. The boys realized that they were all on familiar ground, even if they were in my bedroom rather than in the office building where they worked.
Anthony got on his back on the center of the bed. His cock was fully erect. His dick was sprawled on his belly-bouncing up and down.
The tip of his cock was pointing at his handsome face. I moved quickly. I straddled the boy's hips and stroked his chest with my long nails.
I used the fleshy part of my fingertips to rub his loins and then the underside of his cock shaft where the craggy veins were protruding.
I worked my fingers in between his belly and the top of his cock shaft with my palm turned upward toward the ceiling of the bedroom. I bent my fingers slightly.
I formed a cradle for his cock with my fingers and lifted the bulbous head from his stomach. I ran the head of his dick up and down my quim.
I thoroughly lubricated the super-smooth skin covering the head of his cock before moving that purple glans to the mouth of my pussy hole.
I began to impale myself. I felt the head of his dick push in between my gaping inner cunt lips. I felt the tip of his spear smack my cervix.
I felt the tip of his dong on the back wall of my cunt, stretching me in every possible direction as I took him all the way up inside myself.
I then kicked my legs out behind me so that my legs were straight and my thighs were parted as far as they could go. Fernando went to work.
Fernando tugged my ass cheeks open and began to tongue my quivering asshole. He stuck that amazing tongue right up into my colon. He pulled his tongue out.
He spit on his hand and lubed up his dick with spittle. I knew there was only a thin wall of flesh in between my inner cunt and my inner bowels.
I knew that wall was going to be stretched very thin by the double penetration down there. I knew the two boys would be able to feel each other's cocks as they fucked me at the same time. I wondered if this was going to enhance or stifle their pleasure.
Fernando got the head of his cock on my asshole and began to push. It didn't hurt nearly as much as the first time I was fucked there by his huge dick.
My asshole opened for him and he didn't stop pushing until the entire length was up my bowels. Two cocks inside me at once! I was thrilled.
But there was another cock left to go. Christopher was kneeling at the head of the pack. I stretched my neck outward and opened my mouth.
I had my oral cavity open as far as it could go and I was curling my lips over my teeth. Christopher guided his cock head into my mouth.
Then past my mouth, into my throat. We had agreed that no one was going to start fucking until all three cocks were all the way inside me.
Christopher kept pushing until my lips were gripping at the base of his cock shaft. I was gagging and tears were rolling down my pretty face.
Then they began to fuck.
They fucked in sync.
They pulled out together.
They pushed in together. The boy's managed to keep the movements of their masculine lower torsos in sync with one another even as they steadily increased the tempo of the thrilling triple fuck.
I began to come almost immediately and I didn't stop coming. It was the ultimate sexual experience. I began to feel as if I were coming twice and sometimes three times at once.
My clit was spasming.
My inner cunt was spastic.
My colon was going berserk.
I would have screamed bloody murder except my mouth was full. My body was alive with sexual pleasure, each and every one of my nerve-endings being affected by the plethora of cock meat pumping in and out of me.
I was lathered with sweat, a cunt, an ass and a mouth, nothing more. I was a body to be used and pleasured. More. I wanted more. I was insatiable.
