Most of us lead two lives--real and fantasy. The housewife imagines herself leading a life of luxury. The businessman imagines himself away from the rat race, fishing by a quiet lake. The schoolboy dreams of future wealth and power. And then there are sexual fantasies--wild dreams that we seldom expect to see come true.
In this story, Sandra Mathews has learned to be outward and honest with her sexual desires, and she becomes a woman whom many would brand a slut and others would merely call liberated. She is a woman dedicated to becoming a sexually liberated soul--a person who not only feels sexually free, but who has been compelled to unshackle others from the bonds of puritanism.
BOY-LOVING LADY deals with a volatile issue, an issue that government has tried to define, that churches have tried to repress, that swingers have tried to advocate--but perhaps the answer lies with the individual. Let he or she decide their own standard of morality, just as the woman in this book has done."
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
The rehearsal for the play had gone on for more than an hour past schedule. Sandra felt obliged to stay and work with the kids. She'd volunteered, after all. And the high school kids she was tutoring seemed so eager to get things right. But at last all of them had done their parts and slipped off into the night until there was only Ned left, mouthing his lines as he waited for her to give him a cue. Had she planned it that way?
"I'll take the place of Nelly," Sandra told him.
Had she planned that too? Nelly was to be kissed in this scene.
Already Ned was blushing as he started onto the set. Sandra's heart was racing. She was trying to follow his lines, making sure he got them and the inflections right. What was wrong with her? She was a grown woman and this a mere boy. They weren't going to kiss anyway, were they? It was just play practice. But she felt a certain electricity in the air. Both of them knew that the gym was locked and that they were the only ones there.
"... and that's just the way I feel," Ned said, ending his lines. He was standing before her. Sandra mumbled the part that would be played by Nelly Johnson and leaned close. Ned put his arms around her and made a movement as if to end it there. Sandra swallowed hard. Surely he could hear her heart beating, this sixteen-year-old Adonis who was pulling her closer.
"Go on and kiss me," Sandra heard herself say, "it'll give you practice for the night of the play."
Ned's eyes widened, but he did what she told him. The kiss was shy but wet. Sandra slipped her arms around the boy's slender body, pressed her tits into his chest. She was panting softly. The kiss lasted longer than the script required. Electric pleasure shivered through her body. She realized that all the weeks she'd watched Ned working in the rehearsals, she'd been making up little sex plays for the two of them! And now she was trying to act one out in real life.
"Oh, Ned," she gasped as the kiss ended. But they didn't stop holding each other. The boy's hands slipped down her back. She urged him on, whimpering now, her mouth hot on his neck, her fingers petting his firm ass. "Ned... " Sandra didn't know how they got to the sofa on the set. But there they were, the stage lights gleaming down while Ned fumbled with her sweater. It parted in front and he mumbled amazement at the sight of her big bra-encased tits.
"Ned... go on, darling! Take it off!"
Ned took it off. As her tits came free of the cups, Sandra arched her back, shoving her nipples upward, pulling Ned's head down. He kissed each tit shyly, not really knowing what was expected of him.
"Suck them for me, darling. Ohhhh, Ned, I'm wild about you!"
Ned's mouth opened and he pulled one large brown nipple between his teeth. Sandra felt the hot flick of his tongue as he nursed rhythmically on the tender nub, making her cunt ache for touching. She grabbed his wrist and pulled his fingers down under her skirt. Then her knees were apart for him, her hips lurching as he found the satin crotchband of her panties.
She had told the last girl who left to lock the door, hadn't she? Sandra's mind whirled. She knew what a chance she was taking. A married woman carrying on like this with a teenage boy! She had to stop it now before it was too late. But Ned's fingers were wet with her cunt juices. He was kissing her mouth again.
"Go turn out the lights," she whispered.
Ned obeyed, limping to the main bank of switches as best as he could. Now the sofa on the set was bathed in romantic reflections from offstage. By the time the boy returned, Sandra had wiggled out of her panties and thrown her sweater away. He helped her find the button of her skirt.
"Oh, Ned, I'm ready! Ned...!"
His cock was like a small, hard rod in her hand. It wasn't very long, not thick, but Sandra didn't care. It was a little piece of heaven and she treated it like she might treat a rare and beloved jewel.
"You're so hard!" she panted, licking the boy's ear. He gasped with excitement as she opened her knees and pulled his body down between them. Clamping her thighs around his waist, Sandra nudged the lips of her cunt apart with the tip of the youngster's prick. It went in easily. She tightened her cunt around his cock as he thrust. His movements were awkward and somewhat cautious.
Sandra raked her nails across his naked back, loving the warmth of him, the hardness of his slim body against her soft belly and tits.
"Ohhhhh, Ned, ohhh, fuck me good, darling! Make me come!"
The boy pumped his cock deeper. Her juicy flesh closed around it, squeezing and milking. Sandra rocked her hips furiously, feeling the itchy tickle spread along the silky inner lining of her pussy. Her clit throbbed against the hilt of the boy's cock. He kissed her mouth again, a sloppy, tongue-thrusting kiss.
"Mmmmmhhhuuh," Sandra babbled.
"Ohhhhh, god," Ned panted against her ear.
"Ned! Ohhhh, Ned! Don't stop, baby, don't stop, my darling... " How could the poor kid stop? His balls were hot in her palm as she rolled them tenderly, her cunt sucking at the length of his cock, begging for the hot cream he held for her.
"Sandruuhhhh!" Ned groaned at last, his back arching, then humping high as he planted the first hot spurt of cum. Sandra bucked, grinding her clit upward against the base of his prick, reaching for the ring now. She ground her teeth, dug her fingers into the muscled swells of the boy's ass.
"Uhhhhh! Ohhhh, fuck!" she cried.
Sandra's prayers were answered as her climax thundered through her. Her nipples seemed to explode in tongues of flame. Her belly heaved sweatily against the youngster's flat tummy. Her thighs squeezed tighter as she thrust her hips violently under his .steady stabbing.
But it had to stop sometime. At last they were clinging to each other, panting and sighing and knowing that now reality would flood back. They'd have to deal with all the tacky little problems of life. And the longer Sandra lay there cradling the young man against her tits, the more sure she became that she'd taken things a little too far.
Ned could hardly meet her eyes when they got up. She chattered to fill the silence. She kissed his mouth again and insisted that he let her wipe his cock dry. The boy was embarrassed.
"... it was just a little mistake we made," she went on. "It happens all the time all over the world. We shouldn't feel bad about it. We'll just keep it a secret, you and me. Won't we, Ned? It'll be our little secret. Ned?"
"Yes, ma'am?"
"You don't think I'm a fool, do you?"
"No, ma'am."
"Oh, don't call me ma'am. Ned, hold me, can't you?"
They held each other for a long while. Sandra had a feeling that it was the beginning of the end for that phase of her life. She thought of her husband and the daughter she had in grade school. She thought of a lot of things. Even of fucking the beautiful young boy again right there on the sofa. But she willed herself to put her clothes back on and then she drove Ned home.
* * *
Sandra blinked and let out a long breath. She was sitting on a park bench in the shade in another town, another life now. That incredible, erotic episode with Ned had taken place four years ago. It had ended exactly as she'd feared. By the time her husband had returned from another of his long business trips, word had gotten out. Things about her and Ned were being whispered around the small town where they lived. Her husband assumed her guilty of the transgressions before hearing what she had to say. Of course she had been guilty.
They left town for the divorce. Sandra had fled to a somewhat larger city with her daughter, who was too young to know what had taken place. Sandra was careful to make up an alternative explanation. Four years ago. Ruth was a sophomore in high school now and Sandra was thirty-five. She had a decent enough job and was able to afford a nice apartment in a nice neighborhood. Her husband had been good enough to pay support for his daughter. And Sandra had sworn to herself that she would turn over a new leaf, begin all over again. The only problem was that the leaf was beginning to rot.
Sandra pushed another roll of film into her camera, threaded it carefully and snapped the back closed. She'd taken up photography to fill her spare moments, the times when her mind needed to be busy the most. But it hadn't helped. She continually found herself wandering to the places where young boys hung out. In her darkroom, the images that came up in her developing tray were almost always male, almost always young. And even now as she clicked a telephoto lens into place and got up, her eyes were on the tennis courts. She came nearer to the clapping sound of the ball and the flash of tan legs. Already she was anticipating. The crotch of her jogging shorts was damp and her nipples strained against the thin t-shirt she wore.
She dropped to one knee and swept the camera around until one particularly beautiful young Adonis filled the viewfinder. He poised himself for the serve. Sandra clicked off three shots as his muscles strained, as he brought the racket back and over his head. His ass made his shorts stretch tight for a moment and she got that too. For an instant he glanced over, a smile on his lips as if he knew exactly what was going through her head.
Sandra smiled. She imagined stripping his sweaty shorts down. She dreamed of taking his hard cock into her mouth, sucking it furiously as her fingers dug into the white cheeks of his ass. Sandra shook the thought away.
For four years she'd been as perfect as a cloistered nun. She'd quickly grown tired of dates with men her own age. They seemed too knowing, too vulgar. And being a divorcee, she was already on the defensive. So much was expected of her. The hurried fucks with bachelors and married men alike had always left her feeling rotten. So she'd gone without sex. She'd purchased a good vibrator and taken care of her needs with that device alone. Yet more and more, her camera had been filling an erotic need. She brought out the enlarged photos she'd taken and looked through them while her daughter was away at school. After surrounding herself with as many of her favorites as she could spread around, Sandra would end things with her vibrator, pretending it belonged to one of those young studs her camera had captured on film.
And she was adding yet another to her collection right now. As the blond boy turned she saw the outline of his cock inside his shorts. It looked larger than average for his age and at once her heart picked up speed. She steadied the camera and got another good shot before he moved behind the net.
"I think I've had enough, Jerry," the boy called to his opponent. He picked up a towel and a little bag and left the court. Sandra had shouldered her camera strap and was turning to retreat when she saw him coming toward her.
"Hi. I saw you taking pictures."
Sandra felt like she had the night of the play rehearsal four years before. She smiled, sure that she looked nervous and foolish.
"Uh... yes. I was taking pictures." She'd imagined something like this happening hundreds of times before and had enjoyed sexy little plotlines. But now, with the handsome blond kid sweating there a few feet away, she was about to wet her panties.
"Of me?" he asked.
"Yes. You... " She couldn't remember all the right things a photographer was supposed to say. The boy cocked one hip. She couldn't help but glance down. The shape of his cock was incredible the way it stretched his shorts out. She began to tremble.
"I've modeled before," he said eagerly. "For a clothes catalogue, you know. Summer fashions and all that sort of crap." He looked at her expensive camera. "You wouldn't need a model, would you?"
Why couldn't she talk? Sandra cleared her throat and smiled instead. "Yes, I think I could use you quite well. What other kind of work have you done?" She was trying to act as if she knew what she was talking about.
"I've done some modern dancing. So I know how to move my body."
Sandra was amused and intrigued by this lovely little hustler. He was proud of his body, almost flaunting it before her as an enticement for her to agree. Sandra fingered her camera nervously. She remembered all too well that mistake she'd made four years ago. Could she take the chance again?
Could she?
"Give me your phone number," she said quickly, afraid to let him slip out of her life.
CHAPTER TWO
In the next week, Sandra ran her Master Charge up to the hilt. She rented a small studio in a nondescript building in town and bought flood lamps and tripods for her new adventure. She kept telling herself that she was going into this strictly for art's sake. Behind this transparent lie her heart beat like a jackhammer when she thought of photographing the blond boy named Billy in the nude. But wasn't that art?
She called him and set up an appointment. He was to meet her on Saturday morning at her studio. Sandra made arrangements so that her daughter Ruth wouldn't suspect anything. And since Billy went to a school on the other side of the city, Sandra told herself that everything was safe. How could he trace her or know who she was? She hadn't even told him her name. Quickly she made up a different last name, deciding it would be better to use her real first name.
On the day Billy was to meet her, Sandra busied herself around her new studio. She'd quickly read some books on studio lighting and methods and thought she knew enough to fool Billy. She even had a dressing screen to make things look professional. But when he came grinning through the door, she felt like she was coming apart.
"I brought some wine," she told him, "to make everything relaxed."
"I'm not nervous," Billy said.
Sandra poured herself a tumblerful anyhow and drank it down. She watched her young model circle the studio like a cat, looking at this and that. Finally he glanced up at her.
"I guess you do nude stuff, don't you? Seems like everybody's doing it nowadays."
Sandra was taken aback, but quickly recovered. "As a matter of fact I do." She fooled with the aperture of her camera, a new one she'd purchased to make her appear more a photographer. "Do you mind?"
"Oh no. I posed for art classes once by lying about my age." He eyed the folding screen in one corner. "You want me to go take off my clothes now?"
"That would be fine," Sandra managed to say. She wondered if she would be able to stand seeing a young, naked male. After all her naughty daydreams, after all her wicked imaginings, the real thing scared her half to death. But she remembered the moment of glorious pleasure she'd enjoyed as a director for the school play four years ago and her libido pumped new courage into her veins.
"I've got to keep cool," she whispered to herself. "I'm just a photographer. I can take the pictures home with me for fun later on. I'm just a photographer."
Sandra was dressed pretty much like she had been the first day she'd met Billy: shorts, t-shirt and tennies. She had braided her long brown hair to make her appear younger. And now she almost wished she'd worn a bra. Her nipples had become very erect. Would the boy notice? Or was she being silly?
Billy came out from behind the screen and walked to where she had a chair and rug set up under the lights. Though she pretended to be busy with her equipment, Sandra stole long looks at him through her camera's viewfinder. She even went over to adjust the lights. Billy was more embarrassed than he pretended to be but remarkably cool under the circumstances.
"That's it, one arm up, one bent back... " She had a maddening desire to reach out and touch him. And his cock! It looked like a piece of sculpture. Even in its soft state it was nearly six inches long! She made the boy turn his head so she could look at him without his knowing. Back at her cameras, she kept a short telephoto on one so she could get full-frame close-ups of just his cock. She clicked off pictures as the boy assumed a variety of poses. But it was hard to keep her mind on the business at hand. She wanted to be closer to that lean, muscled body.
"Here, let me move this. Now stand over here." Sandra dared to touch his arm. A tingle went through her, causing her knees to shake. She could hardly get her breath. "You're perfect, you know that?"
"Thanks," Billy replied, playing as if he already knew it. But the remark had made his cheeks darken. Again Sandra was staring at his cock. She could see the delicate blue veins just under the surface of his skin. And the wrinkled collar where he'd been circumcised. She let her hands linger for a moment at his waist.
"Can you hold that pose now?" she asked, almost panting the words.
Billy's eyes met hers. For an instant it was like being back there in that high school gym. Sandra took her hands away. She knelt to pull a rug over, straining to get control of herself. But when she turned her head again, Billy's cock dangled less than a foot from her face. A sudden surge of excitement washed over her. She felt on the verge of fainting. Then her cunt throbbed powerfully, flooding juice into her panties.
"Billy!" she cried, clutching him around the waist. She was on her knees, nuzzling her face into his pubic hair.
"God... " the boy said, clutching at the sides of her head, staggering a little to keep from falling. Sandra knew it would be over in seconds. She'd lost her mind for a second, she'd made a complete fool of herself. The boy would grab his clothes and get the hell out of there and she'd be left with only a few precious photographs.
"Billy," she whimpered again, kissing his cock.
Kissing that throbbing, hot snake. So white, so beautiful. It stiffened under her wet mouth. She kissed it again, her fingers fumbling at his firm, tight balls. Billy sat down suddenly on the edge of the chair. His cock had thickened some and it was rising from between his thighs. Sandra was afraid to meet his eyes. She just kept kissing him, smelling the boy musk on his flesh. Her tongue flicked out, smearing spit across the head of his cock.
"God Billy exhaled.
"Billy, Billy, ohhhh, Billy!" Sandra's mind wheeled. She didn't want to think of consequences now. She just wanted to get that throbbing, feverish cock inside her mouth. Her lips parted and she smeared them across the dark blue of Billy's cockhead. He stiffened in the chair, then let out another breath. She sucked the swollen knob between her lips, sucked it deeper. Her tongue stroked boldly now; fluttering and caressing the underside of his shaft.
"Jesussss," the boy moaned, his heels slipping across the floor as he leaned back in the chair.
"Mhhuuhhmmmuuhhh," Sandra cooed through her nose, bobbing her head slowly now, stripping the lean, hard cockshaft with her lips. She had never thought that doing something like this would bring her this much pleasure. Even her wildest daydreams seemed mild in comparison. She pulled her lips free of him and gazed longingly at his incredible hard-on. It was at least seven and a half inches in length and his cockhead was like a fat mushroom.
"You're so beautiful! Ohhh, Billy, don't think badly of me. I couldn't help myself." Before she said too much, Sandra fit her lips down around his cock again, sliding them back along his shaft with gentle slowness, her tongue nursing tightly along his prick.
It was all too much for Billy. He could only groan and squirm his hips in the chair and pant. Sandra took his balls in her hands and squeezed them gently as she began to bob her head again.
Sucking cock! Something her husband had always felt was nasty. Something Sandra had always yearned to do. To feel a hot, throbbing prick touching the roof of her mouth was heaven. She took Billy a little deeper, letting his cock brush her tonsils, then push between them. She had an urge to gag but fought it down. The boy's gasps told her he was very excited. She had almost all of him now, her lips stretching down for the last inch.
"Ghhhuuhhh," she moaned, tongue wallowing hot spit across his cockshaft. His balls were so spongy and warm. She rolled them in their sac, whimpering as the floods of juice from her pussy soaked through her shorts.
"Uhhhh," the boy moaned, his ass hardening against the chair. "Ohhhh, damn... " Sandra could feel his cock jerking now, its tip swelling out into a big, fat plum. She licked the plum furiously, her tongue tickling and teasing him. She made hungry noises through her nose, urging him to enjoy it all, enjoy her hot mouth.
"Ohh, I... God, Sandra, I'm gonna... uhhhhhhh!"
Sandra bobbed her head faster. She felt the little tube that ran the length of his cock, pushing against it with the tip of her tongue. The tube bulged out suddenly and she followed the bulge along it until it reached Billy's cockhead. In the next instant, a spurt of cum boiled out and she drank the slick, hot stuff down. The boy was trembling violently, his belly heaving as violently as his chest. She felt his fingers squeezing the sides of her head.
Sandra sucked his cock with all the expertise she had. She knew enough about a male cock to realize how tender it became during a man's climax. She lightened her strokes, petting his blood-swollen tip as if she were polishing something very delicate and priceless. She tasted each hot spurt of cum as it jetted onto her tongue. She let her lips ride up and down his rigid cockshaft as the boy moaned and lurched. And all too soon, it was over.
But Sandra wouldn't take her mouth away. She remembered back those four years. After the moment of paradise had passed, everything began to come apart. She wanted to prolong the impossible. She kept her lips around Billy's cock, still sucking softly as his hard-on began to wilt. A few last drops of cum oozed onto her tongue and she swallowed them greedily. Billy didn't seem to be in any hurry for her to stop sucking his cock. But he wasn't breathing so hard now.
Sandra eased her mouth free and licked her lips. She wondered what the young boy was thinking now. Did he think she was nothing but an aging nymphomaniac, a middle-aged woman with a horny streak? She met his eyes at last but didn't see any of this.
"God, nobody ever did that to me before," Billy said, his voice husky. "It felt really good."
Sandra felt silly for having tried to make things more complicated than they were. She laughed with relief and pulled Billy into her arms, hugging and kissing him.
"I love you, Billy. I just lost my mind when we first spoke that time in the park. And I've been wanting to tell you how I feel but couldn't... " They stayed like that for a while. But Sandra still felt uncomfortable. She poured herself another glass of wine and drank half of it down quickly. She was surprised to find Billy still naked when she turned.
"Nobody ever said that to me before," he said. "That thing about love."
Sandra put her glass down. Her clit was throbbing like it was trying to break through the crotch band of her panties. Sucking on Billy's cock had started everything going inside her. She felt like screaming or running back to throw herself on him again.
"Do you think I look old?"
"Not very old."
Sandra smiled. At least it was an honest answer. She imagined what her daughter might think if she could see her now. It wasn't a pleasant line of thought so she shook it away.
Turning, a little drunk now, Sandra undid the button of her skirt. She looked bravely into Billy's eyes. He watched her skirt puddle around her ankles. She kicked off her tennies next and then, finding all the courage she could muster, skinned her panties off. Next came her t-shirt. As she pulled it off over her head, her full, firm tits bounced free and she heard the boy mumble something. When she looked again, his cock was beginning to stiffen, some of her spit still glistening on the tip.
"Billy, I want you to fuck me now. On the floor, on that rug."
She was shaking like a leaf. She got down on her back and spread her knees. The boy had lost all his coolness now. He swallowed hard as he looked into the dripping folds of her cunt. She parted her thighs, feeling her fleshy cuntlips blossom out.
Reaching out, Sandra found his cock and began to massage his skin, rubbing the head until it firmed into a taut knob. Billy groaned.
"I never did it with... "
"You're not a virgin? Not you?"
"No, I've done it with a couple of girls my own age. Just nobody as old as you."
"I'm not that old, Billy." She laughed to ease the tension. Her cunt ached for him. She had to feel that hard cock sliding into her cunt! She had to.
"You look awful pretty to me," he told her.
Sandra pulled him down against her. They kissed and she guided his cock against her outer cuntlips. He began to thrust and she pressed her thumb and forefinger into the spongy knob as she worked it up and down between the outer lips of her cunt. With a wet sound, the boy's cock slipped between the plump pussylips. Sandra threw her head back and -groaned. The firmness of his cock excited her and the velvety smoothness was tantalizing as she caressed her clit with quick little up-and-down movements. Petting the full length of her crevice with the boy's cockhead, she worked her hips from side to side, watching his half-lidded eyes, hearing his happy sighs.
"Mmmmmmm," Sandra cooed, opening her mouth to be kissed. The boy kissed her as if he were afraid of being too bold. But she kept sucking his tongue and digging her fingers into the muscles of his ass until his kisses became more frenzied.
"Put it in me now," she whimpered, holding him against her hole. Billy thrust and her muscles opened smoothly around him. She knew he could feel how tight it was to penetrate her cunt. She'd kept her body in good shape over the years. Lots of finger-fucking had trained her cunt muscles to tighten down. She squeezed even tighter, hearing the boy's panting grow wilder as he tried to bury the full length of his prick in her soft flesh.
"Ohhhh, honey! Ohhhhh, my Billy!"
Writhing like a wildcat, Sandra arched her back up from the floor. Her full, firm tits were being mashed wonderfully by the boy's chest. He raked his fingers along her sides, clutching at her small waist, then smoothing his palms out over her curvy hips as he thrust sharply. His cock was plowing her hungry cunt open deep inside. His cocktip, a fevered bulge of spongy flesh, was gouging pleasure from her inner surfaces. She wanted to feel it all.
"Kiss my tits, Billy!" she cried, cupping one upward with her hand.
The boy nursed hungrily on one of her large, reddish-brown nipples. Sandra could feel the blood surging to it. She could feel it stiffening against the boy's tongue.
"Uhhhh, ohhhh, honey! Honeeeee!"
Billy clutched her dancing ass with both hands, straining to get the last inch of his cock into her cunt. Sandra teased him a little, snatching her hips back just when he was about to make it, then giving him everything, her knees spread wide, her hips lurching forward and back.
"Ohhhh, god, Sandra!" He kissed her mouth. She was experienced enough to know when a male was getting close. And Billy didn't have thirty seconds of fucking left if he kept on like he was going now.
"Darling... take it easy!"
"Can't stop... feels so good."
Sandra got a hand down between their bodies. She found his balls, then eased her middle finger up into the sac. She knew there was a place, a magic place there somewhere. She pushed, feeling the nerves and tubes and flesh give.
"Ohhhhh, Christ!" Billy gasped, his body shuddering. The muscles in his thighs went rock hard. His shoulders trembled.
"Just hold on, darling," Sandra whispered, bucking her own hips now, catching up as fast as she could.
"But what's happening?"
"Just hold on... "
"Sandra!"
She held her finger against the spot firmly, not letting him come yet. Because her clit was about to explode! She could feel the incredible tickle building, spreading out in glorious waves of pure lust. Her hips rocked and plunged and danced above the floor. Billy's cock had become swollen and fat inside her.
"There... ohhhhh, I'm coming! Ohhhhh, yesssss, there it is!"
Beneath her finger Sandra could feel the boy's sex pulse pounding. He wasn't even breathing any more. He was shaking like a leaf. And his face was red, his eyes glazed with pent-up sex.
"Now come, darling," she hissed against his ear. She took her finger away and dug both hands into his muscled ass. "Fill me with cum, darling!"
The boy pranced atop her like a race horse. He lunged and stabbed, bit and clutched as his rigid cock sprayed hot cum. Both of them were crying out, wallowing like animals on the thin throw rug. Sandra had her knees pulled back, her thighs spread wide so that the young, wiry kid could rampage between them.
"Nhhuuh!" he gasped, his jism flooding her cunt. "Nhhhaaahhh!"
"Yes, yes, yes!"
"God, Sandra... ohhhhh, god!"
Her ass bumped against the floor. She could hear the slurpy, squishy sound of Billy's hard cock going in and out of her pussy. It was a wonderful sound. A sound she hadn't heard for a long time. His hot cock was still spurting. Cum was starting to drip down the crack of her ass now.
Billy was gasping, trying to catch his breath. She could feel her pussy squeezing the length of his cockshaft. The spasms were rhythmic, strong, milking the rich cream out of his balls. She kissed his mouth, kissed his neck and shoulders. Her ass still writhed against the cum-stained rug. She couldn't seem to get enough. The itchy explosion of her climax had lasted a long time, and even now, the fading tingle was a radiant joy that shimmered up and down her long legs. Her nipples felt like thick, hot fingers of pleasure. She raked her nails against the boy's ass again, loving the way it dimpled when he thrust into her.
"Oh, god, I've never felt anything like that in my whole life," Billy panted. His eyes looked drunk with sex. His cheeks were flushed from the frenzy she'd driven him to.
"Do you like me then?"
"Oh wow, Sandra! When can we fuck again?"
CHAPTER THREE
A day or two passed and Sandra made arrangements to meet Billy at the studio again. She had looked forward to it, trying to keep her hands off herself, saving her hungry cunt for the good-looking blond boy who'd changed her life. But when the second meeting came about, she was disappointed.
Billy acted as if he owned her now. He was parading his sexuality as if he knew she would fall on her knees and beg for it. He wasn't far from wrong. It wasn't easy for Sandra to be cool. Here she was, a mature woman with good looks, a good body and enough confidence to attract any man. But she wanted Billy. She wanted to feel his young, slim body thrashing wildly between her open thighs. She wanted to feel his heart beating against her chest, wanted to feel his young eager mouth searching hers.
"I'm really broke," he told her at last. "And there's this neat jacket I want."
"So you want me to buy it for you? Is that it?"
"You said you'd pay me for posing."
"I'm a little short of cash, Billy. Couldn't you wait?"
"Hey, it's gonna be getting cold pretty soon. September won't last forever."
She watched him walk around the studio. His ass was sheathed in tight-fitting denims and his lithe upper body moved like a snake under his t-shirt. She wanted him. She wanted him bad. Was she going to have to pay for him too?
"I'll get paid next week, Billy. But right now I'm just as broke as you are."
The boy gave her a surly look. He swept his hand around the room. "You tell me you're broke and you got all this expensive photo stuff?"
"But, Billy... "
"Maybe you don't like me so much after all." He grabbed his sweater and headed for the door. Sandra knew she should let him go. But her cunt was aching for satisfaction. She'd waited days for this moment. And now the beautiful little animal was going to take his lovely cock and walk right out the door. She stopped him, one hand around his waist, the other busy at his fly.
"Don't go, Billy. We can have fun today and as soon as I have some money I can... "
"Yeah, so you say." He pushed her hand away. She wanted to slap him. Or kiss him. His cock had been firm and hot against her palm, even through the denim of his pants.
"I'll suck you."
The young stud looked a bit more interested now. "You will? Like you did the first time?" Sandra looked down at her hands. "If that's what you want." She met his gaze again, giving him a pleading look. "You'll fuck me afterwards, won't you?"
"I don't know. I'm in kind of a hurry." Sandra felt like crying. It had all seemed so perfect the first time. She knew that Billy wasn't really himself today. He was too caught up in what he thought was a conquest. He was strutting his new-found confidence. She could forgive almost anything because of his youth. But she needed fucking so badly.
"I want you to do it to me while I'm lying down," he said. He went to the cot she'd recently acquired and stripped his pants down. He looked magnificent standing there in his t-shirt, his cock rising now, the head darkening and swelling like an overripe mushroom.
Sandra longed to have that fat knob plunging inside her. But she wanted it one way or another. If she had to take his cock in the mouth, it was better than nothing.
Sucking cock had always been one of Sandra's favorite pastimes. But the men in her life so far had been the type who'd thought it was something a whore did. And their attitudes had affected Sandra and the relationships. But that hadn't made her stop liking it. There was something about fitting her teeth around a firm, gorgeous cock that made her clit throb and her nipples tingle.
To feel it sliding in and out between her lips! To feel the head gliding along her tongue! She was wild about cocksucking!
And when at last the man shuddered and choked on his breath and her tongue teased him mercilessly as she pulled him nearer that magic moment, Sandra always felt as if she were some sort of angel carrying out the most loving duty. The hot cum that jetted onto her tongue was like a magic potion. She always felt healthier and stronger after swallowing it. And once or twice in her life she'd had a climax while sucking a cock. Of course she'd been squirming around a lot when it had happened, but she'd come nonetheless.
"Do it slow. Like last time," Billy said.
"Last time I did it fast, silly."
The boy bristled for a moment, then pretended he had known that all along. "Oh sure. Well, do it however you want."
His insolence angered Sandra. She knew she shouldn't take this sudden change of character Billy was afflicted with. She should have thrown the little bastard out of the studio the moment he started prancing. But she had a long way to go before her sexual appetites were satiated. It had been a long four years without much sex. And after gulping his stringy cum the last time, she needed more. She'd forgotten just how good it was to have a mouthful of hot cum.
So as she began to pet Billy's cock, she tried to forget the way he'd just treated her. She concentrated only on the throbbing shaft of meat in her hands. She concentrated on licking it as gently as she could, using only the tip of her tongue. Tracing the length of it, she let the boy feel her hot spit. She smeared it across his fevered flesh in a way that made him growl deep in his throat. He thrust his hips as if trying to bury his cock into something hot and soft and wet.
"So you're in a hurry now," she cooed, teasing him. It was odd that she wasn't really angry at him for treating her like shit. He was just a young man, trying to find himself. She licked his cocktip now, riding the flat of her tongue around the edge of his cockhead. The boy whimpered like a puppy, his hips rocking from side to side.
For an instant, Sandra took his cock all the way back to her throat. But before he even knew what had happened, her lips were free of him again and she was using only her tongue, stroking wetly.
"Ohhhhh, god, Sandra. Hey, I'm sorry I acted like an asshole a while ago."
"Oh, you're sorry now, are you?" Sandra had already forgiven him. Just having that stiff, young cock in her hands, being able to lick it with her tongue--that was enough.
"Uhhhhh, ohhhh, god you've got to suck it, Sandra! Suck it good and hard!"
"Mmmm, I don't know about that." Sandra licked her lips until they glistened with spit. Then pursing them, she brushed them back and forth across the handsome boy's cockhead. It surged, blood stretching the skin taut. She smeared his knob again, letting a little of the smoothly rounded shape divide her lips. But when Billy tried to thrust, she drew back.
"Please, Sandra! I said I was sorry."
"How quickly you changed." She was amused more than anything. And excited. She circled a thumb and finger around the base of his prick and cinched her grip tight. The trapped blood filled out the boy's prick until the head had turned dark blue and seemed about to explode. It was a trick she'd used on her husband. It made a man's cockhead much more sensitive than normal. As she watched, she knew her technique was having an effect upon Billy.
"Wha... what are you d-d-doing?"
She kept her finger and thumb around his cock, the base of his shaft surging against her grip. With her mouth she petted and caressed the throbbing head of Billy's cock. She opened her mouth halfway, letting him feel the inner lining of her cheek. She let her tongue wallow across his tip too, then her upper lip, around one corner and across her bottom lip. She continued to excite him, watching the way his chest thumped and his belly heaved. Sandra was in her glory. And already her cunt was shimmering with a trickle that went deep inside her. She had one hand free, so she slipped it back between her thighs, dug under the crotchband of her panties and began to pet her turgid clit.
But a new idea came to Sandra as she glanced to the side and saw the silk scarf she'd worn to the studio that day. She'd tossed it on the bed when she'd arrived and forgotten about it. Now it seemed just the thing.
"Oh, Christ, I can't take much more of this! My balls are about to explode!"
"You're enjoying yourself, aren't you?"
"Uhhh, yeah. Yeah, I am!"
"Then just relax and let me play."
Sandra used the scarf to wind around the base of Billy's cock and under his balls. This pushed the throbbing eggs forward in their sac and served the same purpose as her fingers in keeping the blood trapped in his swollen tip. Just looking at his cock with her scarf cinched tightly around it made her cunt tingle more intensely. Now she began to use her mouth on his cock keeping a finger going between the lips of her pussy all the time. She felt the itchy goodness spread and grow. She wanted so bad to come. But she wanted to come with a nice hard cock inside her.
But of course. The poor kid was writhing there on the bed, his eyes closed, his face slack as if about to faint. And her white and red scarf looked so sexy twisted and wound around his cock and balls! All she had to do was crawl up over him, push her dripping cunt down on that beautiful chunk of meat and go!
Taking the boy's prick all the way past her tonsils, she sucked him hard. Then, without warning, she popped her lips free of his cock and crawled forward over his body. She didn't have time to take off her panties, so she stretched the skimpy crotchband to one side to expose her swollen, pink-lined cuntlips.
"Hey, what's going on?"
"Oh, shut up. You'll like it well enough."
The boy had no choice. She was already kneeling over him, her knees straddling his belly. She lifted his cock with shaking fingers and backed down onto it. The head was fatter than ever before and as it pushed her lips apart and opened her hole, the sensation was excruciatingly pleasurable.
"Billeeeee!" she sighed, rocking her hips furiously, skewering herself inch by glorious inch on his rigid cock.
Inside she could feel her fevered surfaces sliding across the head of the boy's cock. The fit was perfect. Juicy tight. And as she tipped her ass to one side, that fat tip gouged her in a way that brought a weak whimper of lust from her flared nostrils.
"Sandruuuhhh," Billy murmured. He was looking at her but his eyes were out of focus. His mouth hung open. A droplet of saliva clung to the corner of his mouth. He was panting violently as more of her hot pussy engulfed his cock. The scarf was keeping the boy's prick huge! Sandra was already about to come. But she slowed her pumping movements, trying to make it last.
"You see, a woman always gets what she wants."
"I don't know what made me act like that," Billy groaned, kissing her mouth. His fingers went up and down her back. She loved it when he squeezed the cheeks of her ass. She writhed in a slow, circular movement, screwing herself down another three inches onto his stiff cock.
That hot, plump head was so wonderfully deep now! She could feel it throbbing. And poor Billy flopped his head from side to side as if being tortured.
"Make it go deeper in your cunt," he begged, thrusting upward from the cot.
Sandra pushed back with both hands, wiggling her curvy ass, feeling his cock slide wetly into her cunt. It was like riding a rod of steel. But there were important differences. This was a real, live, throbbing cock. And it wouldn't be long until it exploded its hot cum into her pussy! She plunged her hips faster as the tickle of her approaching climax intensified.
"Gonna come," Billy breathed.
"Me too, darling! Go on and do it. I'm right with you! Ohhhh, god, I am!"
It was easy to move her ass around wildly with no one pinning her down. And that was what Sandra did. She plunged and thrust and danced her ass in trembling circles over the hot spike of hard cock that she had bound up with her scarf. Poor Billy was digging his heels into the bed, squirming as if a nest of ants had descended upon him. The slick, slurpy sound of their fucking made Sandra whine with lust as she began to come.
She tightened her muscles, stripping the length of Billy's prick, then settling down onto it again, feeling that swollen cock head press against her womb. The fantastic surges of pleasure made her eyes go out of focus. She panted hard, pumping the thrills into even more powerful ones. She felt the exact second that Billy's cock began to spurt.
Sandra couldn't resist sliding her hand down to feel his cock as each boiling eruption entered her hot cunt. With thumb and forefinger she squeezed the base of his prick and this made the boy groan and thrust up and down wildly. His cum dripped across his tied-up balls. As soon as her cunt stopped throbbing so hard, she eased herself free of him and hunkered down between his thighs to lick the fresh cum from his body.
"Ohhhh, man, that was really far out," the boy sighed.
Sandra was still busy getting a glop of cum from the tip of his cock. She undid the scarf and watched his prick wilt suddenly as the trapped blood drained out. Billy sighed again.
"Now aren't you ashamed of acting like such a nasty boy? she asked, petting his hard, flat belly.
"Yeah."
"But I suppose you still want the money for the jacket."
Billy lowered his eyes but his look told her what his answer would have been.
"Maybe I can afford it somehow," she said at last.
But on her way back home, Sandra was already having second thoughts about her venture into sex. She knew that Billy was going to continue to give her trouble. It was just like a young boy. He would attempt to bolster his tiny ego into something grandiose again and end up hurting her like he had today.
"What's even worse," she said aloud, "is that the more I get, the more I want." But she couldn't fret about that right now. Her daughter was bringing a boy home for supper and Sandra had promised to put on a nice feed for him. She was mildly curious about what sort of guy Ruth was turned on by. Because generally her daughter shied away from boys. Sandra suspected that the girl had not yet learned to cope with sex or with her own budding maturity. And this in turn made her suspicious and frightened of males.
"Maybe she's found somebody really special," Sandra said to herself. "Maybe."
CHAPTER FOUR
Maybe wasn't the word for it! When Sandra first laid eyes on her daughter's date, she nearly peed her panties. The kid was beautiful. Tall and slender, but with wide shoulders and muscles in all the right places. He had brown curly hair and large brown eyes to match. His smile was right out of a movie magazine. Yet he wasn't conscious of his potential as a woman-getter. He was quiet, polite, thoughtful. He even offered to help set the table and do anything else that needed doing.
Sandra had to be careful not to let her admiration show too much. After all Jack was her daughter's date. She had to play the role of mother tonight, though she'd been in the arms of a teenage boy just that afternoon. It made her feel sexy to think of Jack in her secret studio. No, he didn't seem the type to be a photographer's model, beautiful as he was. She began to think all sorts of lewd things. Like how big his cock might be. How his balls looked. What kind of lover he was.
But it was silly. The boy obviously liked Sandra's daughter just fine. They exchanged looks every so often and once Sandra saw them holding hands under the table. Now she began to get excited over how Ruth felt. She began to project herself into her daughter. She imagined Jack kissing Ruth and became Ruth as he held her in his arms. A vague depression set in when she remembered that it could never be. She was Ruth's mother. Even her naughty little affair on the side wasn't the same as having a boyfriend like Jack. When she looked at the brown-haired boy, Billy seemed more like a juvenile delinquent. He was filling a need all right, but Jack was something really special. And because he was everything she wanted, she realized all the more clearly why she could never have him.
"I'll leave you kids alone now," Sandra said, taking a glass of wine upstairs. She had felt like a teenage girl just that afternoon in the studio. Now she felt older than her youngish thirty-five.
Sitting in her bedroom only made her fidgety. She finished the wine and paced the floor. What were they doing down there? Could she dare peek? Yes, she could. She didn't have any guilt concerning the welfare of her own daughter, did she?
After a short argument with herself, Sandra pulled a robe around her shoulders and tiptoed down the upstairs hall. She was stripped to her panties and as she sneaked to where the stairs descended into the front room, she began to tingle inside.
The first thing she saw as she peeked through the banister was one long, lean leg exposed to the panty-line. It was her daughter's leg. And Jack had his hand just under the rumpled hem of her skirt. He was probably rubbing Ruth's cunt. Imagining how that must feel made Sandra draw in a quick breath. Was the boy petting her daughter's panty crotch, or was he actually touching her cunt?
"A fine way for me to be thinking," Sandra said, frowning. "I should be worried about poor Ruthy." But she wasn't. If she knew her daughter, she wouldn't take much handling. She was just too cautious to really enjoy a make-out session. And Sandra was right. In the next moment she heard her daughter's voice.
"Stop it, Jack! I told you not to do that." The girl jerked her skirt down, covering her thigh.
"I guess it was the way you were kissing me. It kinda got me going and I wasn't thinking. Sorry, Ruth."
"Kissing is one thing, feeling me up is another."
"You're so pretty."
"What's that lump in your pants anyway? You keep pushing it against me."
Sandra was surprised that her young daughter was that ignorant of the facts of life. Hadn't any of her school, friends whispered the naughty magic of how men functioned? Jack's cheeks were red now. He looked puzzled.
"When a boy is with a girl... " He stopped, cleared his throat. "While we were kissing, you... I... " He cleared his throat again.
"Well, what is it?" Ruth was staring now, her fingers poised as if she were going to clutch his throbbing cock right through his pants. Then her own cheeks darkened and she closed her eyes. "Oh. I think I know. You've got a hard... one of those."
"Yeah. You caused it."
"I caused it? All I did was let you kiss me."
"Let me kiss you again."
Ruth shrank back a little but nodded slowly. "Okay."
As they kissed, Sandra realized just how much of a tease her daughter was. In her ignorance of how a male became excited, she was leading poor Jack on, squirming herself against him like she'd seen movie stars behave. And the poor boy couldn't help but respond. Ruth wasn't any raving beauty, but she was willowy and soft and all the things a young girl should be. Except willing to go through with what she started.
"Ohhh, Ruth," Jack panted, trying to slide his hand up her thigh again.
Ruth allowed this, even let him reach the edge of her panties. Jack was feeling her, pumping the lump in his pants against her hip as she let him kiss her mouth deeply. Sandra could tell by the way her daughter's small tits rose and fell that she was becoming excited too.
"Ruth, please let me undo your blouse."
"What?"
"I just want to kiss your titties."
"Of course not."
"You'd like it."
"Just liking it doesn't mean I should let you do it." But Ruth was weakening. And Sandra began to stroke the tight silk of her own panties as she watched the handsome boy convince Ruth that it wouldn't be wrong for her to let him at least see her young tits. Ruth frowned, then gave a short nod. "Well, okay. You can look. But that's all." Sandra thought her daughter sounded more like a tease than ever. Because no sooner had Jack's trembling fingers opened the girl's blouse and peeled it back to expose her soft, white tits, than she tried to hide them from him.
"Just let me kiss one. God, Ruth, I'm not going to hurt you."
"Well make it a short kiss. If my mother knew I was letting you do this... " Jack found one of Ruth's small pink nipples with his lips and sucked it deep into his mouth. Ruth writhed suddenly, her eyes going wide with surprise. Sandra knew how that felt to a girl. She could imagine the tingling thrills her daughter was experiencing.
"Stop that right this instant!" Ruth screamed after catching her breath.
"But, Ruth... "
"Stop! You're making me feel funny."
"You're supposed to feel funny."
"And stop rubbing your old... thing against my thigh."
Jack was in bad shape now. He kissed Ruth's neck passionately, trying to slide his mouth down to her titties again. And he'd pushed her back on the sofa as he squirmed his hips up onto one of her thighs. Ruth struggled only enough to keep him going. Sandra wished her daughter would either make him stop completely or let him have a little fun. She didn't have to do anything really dangerous, after all. Almost any girl knew that a guy like Jack would appreciate a quick dry-hunch. He'd go home with his skivvies nice and cummy and a smile on his face and the girl would still have her reputation. But Ruth wasn't even going to give him that much. She was letting him hover on the brink as long as she could. Sandra could almost predict the exact moment her daughter would snatch it all back.
"Okay, Jack Wilson, I've had about enough of your crap." Ruth wriggled her slim body out from under the boy, leaving him with an agonized look on his face. "I invited you over for supper and now you make me feel like a whore. I'm going up to my room right now and I don't care where you go."
"But, Ruth, I thought you wanted me to keep doing what I was doing. You were acting like it."
"Like hell." Ruth was already heading for the stairs.
Sandra had to hurry back up to get out of sight as her daughter stormed down the hall and into her own room. But she left the door ajar and as Sandra put her head close, she saw Ruth strip off her panties, throw herself onto her bed and part her knees. With her brown curls splashed all over the pillow, Ruth began to finger-fuck.
"Nasty boy," she mumbled, her middle finger gliding up and down the length of her cunt. "Ohhhhh, that feels nice."
Though Sandra loved her daughter, she could feel only irritation at her now. Getting her empty wine glass from her bedroom, she started downstairs to refill it. Jack looked up at her as she came into the front room.
"Oh, hi."
Sandra's heart went out to the kid. He was sitting in a funny way and she could guess that his balls were as blue as blue could be. He winced as he rose from the sofa.
"Guess I'll be going. Ruth said she was tired and had to go to bed."
"Do you have a car?"
"No. But I can walk. It's only a mile from here to where I live." The boy tried not to limp too much as he headed for the door. Sandra bit her lip as she watched him.
"Jack, let me throw on some clothes and I can drive you home."
He had stopped at the door. His face looked a little pale. He wasn't even able to stand straight. And the lump in his pants looked like it would take a week to deflate.
"If it wouldn't be too much trouble." He gave her a brave smile. "I hurt my knee playing football and sometimes it kind of acts up."
It didn't take Sandra five minutes to get into a skirt and pull a sweater over her bare tits. She pushed her feet into sandals, grabbed her keys and hurried down to where Jack was waiting. He looked as miserable as ever.
Outside, Sandra even had to help him into the car. Jack looked annoyed.
"Damn knee."
Sandra drove in silence for a few blocks, thinking hard and fast. The wine had made her feel better. Almost too good. Her heart pounded. The sexuality that radiated from the frustrated teenager beside her was having a devastating effect upon her libido. She wanted to help him so badly. Could she say it? Could she be that frank?
Gathering her courage, she took a left where she should have taken a right. Jack started to say something but her smile stopped him.
"Jack, I understand what's bothering you. I was young once too."
"I... " He looked embarrassed and confused.
"My daughter is a terrible tease. You see, I'll even admit that. And I know exactly what's wrong with you." She looked straight ahead as she drove. She knew that if she stopped now she'd never finish it all. "Oh, you could go home and do it with your hand and it would make you feel a little better. But it won't really stop that hurting. The only thing that would really help would be to make out some with a girl. And your girl just told you to go home and leave her alone, right?"
"Yeah." Jack was shocked by her words, but seemed relieved that it was all out in the open. "You sure are something special, Mrs. Mathews. I wish my parents were as with it as you are."
"Call me Sandra."
"Sure." He gave her a shy smile. "Sandra." He took a slow breath. "And I meant to tell you this before, Sandra, but you took the wrong turn to go to my house."
"I took that turn on purpose." Sandra pulled off the highway and followed a narrower road for a few hundred feet. There weren't any other cars around. She had found the place by accident one day while exploring the surrounding area after her recent move. Sandra killed the engine and put an arm up on the back of the seat.
Jack tilted his head.
"I don't understand."
"Look, I just told you what would do you the most good in the condition you're in. So why don't you just pretend that I'm Ruth? You can kind of... " She shrugged, too shy herself to actually say he could dry-fuck-her.
"I couldn't do that, Mrs. Math... I mean Sandra."
"Can't you use your imagination. It's kind of dark. You won't be able to see how old I am."
"It's not that at all. I think you're prettier than Ruth actually... " He stopped as if realizing he'd gone too far.
"Then you've imagined kissing me before this?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Good. Now's the time to enjoy one of your fantasies in the flesh."
"But... " Sandra had to start things for him. She took his face between her hands and kissed his mouth. She kissed it like no teenager would know' how to. The boy groaned and responded immediately. His trembling hands went to her shoulders, then down her sides. He was panting hard as they embraced and Sandra slipped down on the car seat, pulling the boy on top of her.
"Oh, jeez," he sighed, feeling her tits. His eyes widened as she jerked the front of her sweater open and he saw that she wore no bra.
"Kiss them if you want!"
"They're so big! God, they're beautiful."
Jack's words went through her like a lovely knife. She watched him almost drool as he lowered his mouth and began to suck gently on one large, firm nipple.
"Ohhhh, honey! Ohhhhh, yessss! Suck it harder, darling!" Her hands were busy at his fly. She unhooked his belt and pulled open the front of his pants. Then she was sliding his skivvies down, freeing the hot, throbbing cock inside. She thrilled when her fingertips discovered that he was uncircumcised. She had to see him, had to gaze upon his youthful virility.
"Oh, you poor thing," she breathed, caressing the length of his shaft. Jack had rolled to the side so she could see him. She eased his foreskin back to expose the darkened tip of his cock. In the glow from the radio, it looked like a priceless sculpture.
"You were hoping to wiggle around on my daughter until you came, right?"
"Yes, ma'am. I hope that doesn't make you mad."
"It's what any red-blooded male would do. And she should have let you, too." Sandra jacked his cock forward and back, watching the boy's eyes close with pleasure as her finger and thumb tightened just behind his flared cockhead.
"Uhhhh," the boy gasped.
"Have you ever fucked a woman before, Jack?"
"No."
"What if I said you could fuck me? Right here. Right now."
Jack opened his mouth, shut it again. Then he gave up trying to reply and just swallowed hard.
"I mean it, Jack. You'll have to promise never to tell a single soul. Not ever. But I want you. I want you so bad it hurts inside me just like your poor balls ache. Jack, do you want to?"
He made a funny noise in his throat and kissed her on the mouth so hard it pushed her down on the seat again. Then they were both wild, clawing at each other's clothing, kissing and biting and rubbing together.
Sandra had his beautiful cock in her hand and was guiding it into her swollen cunt. She parted her outer cunt lips with the head and rubbed it up and down to get it drenched with her juices. Her clit seemed to jerk each time she caressed the tender nub with the velvety smoothness of Jack's cockhead.
"Ohhh, ohhhh, Sandra," he moaned, his hips lurching awkwardly as he tried to do what was expected of him.
"Not so fast, darling. I'll tell you when to push." Sandra sucked the boy's bottom lip between her teeth as she hunched her cunt upward and eased his cocktip into the opening of her pussy. "Now! Push, darling! Ohhhhhhh!"
The car seat lurched under them. The boy's hands were under her half-removed sweater, stroking her back, digging into the outward curve of her ass. Sandra opened her thighs wider. She was wild for the slenderness of Jack's body between her legs. She crossed her heels over the small of his back and squeezed while he tried to stab his hard cock a little deeper.
"It's so soft! I never knew a girl was that soft inside! And hot, too! Ohhhh, god!"
Sandra knew how bad off the kid was. She was ignoring her own pleasure. She figured it would take care of itself. And she was right. As she moved her ass in frenzied circles, as she hunched her back up from the car seat and dug her fingers gingerly into Jack's loose-hanging ballsac, she felt her clit tickling with excruciating pleasure.
"I'd better not keep going," Jack gasped. "I'm gonna... "
"Come, honey, go on and do it. You need to so bad."
"But inside it might... "
"It's okay. You need to come worse than I'm worried about babies. Come!" She kissed his mouth to hurry it on. And the boy was unable to resist her offer. His ass danced wildly as he thrust his big hot cock in and out, in and out. The head was stripped of the protective foreskin now and Sandra was amazed at its size! It gouged her gloriously even though Jack was less than an accomplished lover. She felt his mouth on her neck just as her clit caught fire.
"Ahhhh, Jack!" Ahhhh, I'm coming too!"
It must have sounded like they were tearing up the inside of her car. She heard the boy bang his foot on the door and then his head against the steering wheel. She thrashed in a carnal frenzy under him, enjoying every hot second of his climax as it blended exquisitely with her own. "Nhhhhaaah! Jack... "
"Sandra! Ohhhh, that feels so damn good! Ohhh, Christ, I love you!"
Sandra hadn't been expecting that. She hoped that this wasn't going to lead to complications.
"Baby," she breathed, digging her nails into the cheeks of his ass. She kept thrusting, rubbing her clit back and forth against the thick base of the boy's cock until she felt a second, smaller climax thundering down upon her.
When Sandra woke up cold sober the next morning she had a sinking feeling. Had she really done it? Had she seduced her own teenage daughter's date? Had she offered him her body and then fucked his brains out? And before letting him out in the front of his house, had she kissed him and hugged him and said all sorts of things she shouldn't have?
"Oh, my god, I must have been out of my mind."
Having herself a secret boy lover at her studio was bad enough. But to steal one out from under Ruth was unthinkable. All the kid had to do was let the secret slip. Just once. Sandra shuddered at the thought. She and Ruth would have to pull up their roots again and try to make a new life in another town. And whereas her daughter had not been affected by her last little escapade, this time Ruth was old enough to hate Sandra for it.
"What can I do? Why do I keep going off the deep end?"
There was nothing she could do. Except hope and pray that Jack kept his mouth shut. But what if he turned out to be someone who couldn't sit on the secret? What if he began to brag to his friends that he was fucking his girlfriend's mother.
"He isn't really Ruth's boyfriend. But maybe he's pissed at the way she treated him and will try to get back at her by spreading nasty things about me.
Anyway she looked at it, it looked bad. Sandra tried to forget her worries by working extra hard at the office. By mid-week, she had begun to look forward to more sex, though. It would be too dangerous to risk seeing Jack so soon. If he even wanted to. But there was always Billy.
They had planned another rendezvous on Thursday and Sandra even arranged to get off work early. She bathed and braided her hair and put on a new skirt with a tight-fitting top to show off her perfect tits. Her fun and games with Jack had intensified her hunger for young cock. It had become an obsession now, something that ate at her every minute of the day. Finger-fucking only made it worse.
"But I'm going to have to start taking care of myself too," she said, entering a drug store downstairs from her studio. She bought a dozen high-quality rubbers and ignored the funny look the pharmacist gave her. She couldn't expect Billy to worry about things like birth control. And she hadn't been on the pill in years.
When Billy didn't show up on time, Sandra began to pace the floor. She unbraided and rebraided her hair, posing in front of a mirror, wondering if she looked too old.
"Where is he? Doesn't he realize how much I need him?"
It was almost four when she heard him knock. She stalked angrily across the studio, twisted the knob and jerked the door open. But the boy who stood looking at her wasn't Billy. He was a reddish-blond boy, taller and heavier than her slender model.
"Billy got in trouble at school," the boy said. "But I'm a friend of his and he told me to come in his place."
"I... " Sandra was thinking fast. What else had Billy told this kid?
"My name's Hal. I've done some modeling too, see?" He grinned and walked past her.
Sandra doubted his claim. He moved like a truck driver and had all the grace of an overweight wrestler. Yet the boy wasn't really out of shape. In fact, he looked like he could tear down a wall if he wanted to.
"Hal, I'm not sure you're exactly the kind of model I'm looking for."
"I learn pretty fast," he told her. "I'll do whatever you want me to."
Sandra couldn't help but glance down past his crotch as he turned. He looked hung, all right, and the thought of actually holding his big cock in her hand was tempting. She knew it was all wrong, all crazy. But that was how her life had been going the past weeks. She didn't seem to have any control of it any more.
"Billy told you what kind of modeling he was doing?"
"Sure." The heavy-built kid shrugged. "Nude. Nothing wrong with it, is there?"
"Of course not," Sandra quickly said, feeling wicked nonetheless. "Well, all right, I guess I can use you."
The boy shucked his jacket and then his shirt. He didn't seem to have any hangups. Under the loose-fitting clothing his body was more attractive than Sandra had first guessed. And when he dropped his Levi's, not bothering to step behind the screen, she couldn't help but stare. He wasn't wearing any underwear! His cock flopped down across the front of his thigh. It was the biggest cock Sandra had ever seen! Her heart began to pound so hard that she could hardly think of what to do next.
To calm herself, she adjusted a tripod, then fooled around with the camera atop it.
"You want me to sit on this chair?"
"Just put one foot up on it," Sandra managed to reply. She was almost afraid to turn and look at him. She knew she wouldn't be able to help staring at that incredible prick.
"You say you've modeled before?"
"A few art classes. But I didn't take off my shorts. I wore a jock actually. I guess those college girls aren't supposed to be looking at... "
"Yes, well, now if you'll just turn your head to the side. That's it."
For the next half-hour, Sandra busied herself around the studio, changing lights, moving cameras, chattering all the while about this and that. She was trying to keep her mind off of the huge white cock that rested so quietly against Hal's thigh. Or sometimes dangled straight down. His balls looked proportionately large and her palms itched to close around them. But she covered her desires well, making the session seem purely professional. When she'd burned up all but one roll of color film, Sandra decided it was time to go to her portrait lens for a close-up of that lovely cock. Hal wouldn't have to know she was homing in on just that. But it was going to take a little shift in her lighting to make a good picture.
"Those lights sure get hot, don't they?" the boy mumbled.
"I hope you don't mind. I'm almost through."
"Naw, that's okay." He moved his body in the way she told him.
Sandra filled the viewfinder with cock, snicked the shutter and changed her position for another shot. She was working the shutter quickly, getting one great exposure after another when she noticed that something was happening. Hal was getting a hard-on!
At first he didn't show that he knew. But as his cock lengthened and began to fill out across the head, he looked embarrassed.
"These lights are burning right down on my... " He bit his lip. It was true. She'd turned the lights so that his cock was illuminated brightly. And the heat was taking effect. But Sandra couldn't stop shooting now. She wanted to get pictures of his prick in every stage of hardness. She moved the camera a-little closer, snapping off shots as fast as she could. By now Hal's cock was starting to lift up from his thigh. Sandra saw that he was about to grab his clothes and run for cover.
"Don't move," she gasped, taking her camera free of the tripod and changing to a close-up lens. The boy's face flushed as she came forward, the camera lens pointed directly at his swelling prick.
Again the boy moved as if he wanted to escape the merciless clicking of her shutter. But Sandra shook her head.
"It's beautiful... please don't move." She pressed the shutter, cocked it again. "Yes. There. One more. Just one more."
The longer she continued to photograph Hal's swelling cock, the quicker it grew. Sandra could hardly believe it herself. It looked at least nine inches long and as big around as the handle of a flashlight! The head was incredible. It throbbed as if it contained its own heart. The blood surged darkly just under the sensitive membrane of his cockhead. The slitted eye opened a little to let a droplet of the boy's lubrication ooze out.
"I don't know what happened to me," Hal murmured. "It was those lights first and then I started thinking about some girl I knew and then I just couldn't stop it."
"Don't be embarrassed." Sandra had finished her last roll of film and put the camera aside. She found herself panting and knew that the boy had noticed this obvious change in her breathing. But then he was panting too.
"Do you think I'm pretty?" she asked suddenly, hardly believing that those words had come from her own mouth.
"God yes." The big kid's swagger and cool had disappeared. Now that she was the aggressor, he seemed somewhat taken aback. He fidgeted and stared angrily at his throbbing cock as if he was irritated at its behavior. "Damn thing... " Again Sandra did something she seemed unable to control. Her hand went out and she watched unbelievingly as her fingers curled around the boy's thick shaft. It was hot against her cool palm. Hal stared up at her as if he were dreaming.
"So big, so beautiful," Sandra murmured, kneeling by the chair on which he sat. Her fingers tightened as she moved them forward and back, sliding his skin up and down the rigid meat underneath. The boy groaned and his knees fell apart.
"Would you like to fuck me?" she whispered.
"Wow."
"You won't tell a single soul?"
"I promise I won't."
"If you did I'd never ever forgive you. You won't even tell Billy?"
"Hell no!"
As they'd exchanged these words, his cock had wilted slightly, then hardened even stiffer than it was before. Sandra's fingers continued to slide up and down, up and down. She went to get her purse and extracted a small bottle of baby oil. The young man watched her, transfixed. Pouring a little oil into her hand, she smoothed it into his flesh. Her fingertips were gentle as she worked his prickskin up and down again. Then she traced the shape of his enormous cockhead, letting her nails scratch him in a teasing way.
"Nobody ever did anything like this to me," Hal babbled.
"Good. I'm glad I'm the first."
"God... ohhhh, god," he gasped, his hips lurching suddenly. Sandra watched him, excited by his show of lust. Her fingers went down to his balls now, rubbing the oil around them, squeezing them through his loose-hanging sac. Hal was breathing wildly now, his face rosy with the thrill of it all. "Like this?" Sandra asked.
"Yeah! Better than I can do. Your hands are so soft."
"Not as soft as my mouth. Or my cunt."
This had an exhilarating effect upon the boy. He looked as if he were about to throw her on the bed and have at her. If it hadn't been for his careful manners, he probably would have.
"Hal, why don't you just come over here on the bed." It wasn't easy to keep her voice from trembling. "You can undress me then if you want." The poor kid broke three buttons getting her clothes off. He apologized and blushed and felt awful but Sandra quickly calmed him. She leaned down between his thighs and began to lick his hot cocktip like it was an oversized lollipop. Doing this didn't help Hal's coordination though. He snagged the zipper on her skirt and she had to help him get it free.
"I guess I'm not too experienced when it comes to taking a girl's clothes off."
"Well, I'm glad you're not ashamed to admit it. I like you, Hal. But I'm a little afraid of you too."
"Why?"
"This?" She held his cock in both her hands now, her wet lips brushing the throbbing head as she spoke. "I've never had anything like this inside me. I'm not even so sure it'll fit."
"Ohhhh, god, when you lick it... ohhhhh!"
"You like my tongue?" She giggled and stroked the entire surface of his cockhead with slow, teasing slurps. Her spit ran down the length of his cockshaft.
In their fumbling around on the bed, Sandra realized that they had gotten into a head-to-toe position. And now as Hal stripped her panties down, his face was very close to her cunt. She was glad she'd washed and lightly perfumed it before coming to the studio. She opened her knees and thrust her hips forward.
"I've never seen one close up," the boy said. "Why don't you explore it a little bit then?"
"Yeah... " He used his fingers, opening her outer cuntlips gingerly. When he saw the pink inner folds and all the little bumps and hollows of her crevice, he moaned through his nose.
"Kiss me there."
The boy hesitated only a second. Then she felt his tongue searching along her fevered flesh. She thrust her hips again, making sure his licking passed over her clit.
"There! That's where I want you to lick me!"
By now Hal was becoming braver. He pressed his face down deeper into the mushy heat of her cunt. The sound of his tongue searching out the sensitive nub of her clit was like music. Sandra whimpered and began to rock her hips as the boy nursed on her, his tongue moving steadily as it built up a maddeningly lovely friction.
Sandra had drooled on the head of Hal's cock while he sucked her. She drooled on it a little more, then pursed her lips and let them glide tightly around the boy's tip. He shuddered as if someone had run him through with a sword. She let her lips slide back, then covered his cockhead. She bobbed her head gently, her lips moving only an inch at a time. Down and up, down and up. The sucking, clasping heat of her mouth around his cockhead made Hal burrow his face even deeper between the plump, darkly furred lips of her pussy.
"Whhaaahh," she moaned through flared nostrils.
"Mmmmmm," the boy groaned back.
"Hhhuuhh, yuuuummmmy," she softly said, talking around his cock. The vibration from her vocal cords made the boy's prick jerk against the roof of her mouth. Sandra began to hum softly now, remembering that this always had a devastating effect upon males.
"Ohhh, god, ohhhhh, shit!" Hal panted, pumping his hips, thrusting his huge cock in and out between her lips.
"I guess I'd better stop," Sandra laughed, pulling her lips away from his cock. "I think I'd like for you to fuck me now."
The boy fell all over himself turning around. His face was glistening with Sandra's juices and the musky aroma he gave off excited her all the more. She loved his hands on her body. The boy felt her tits in a way that said he knew what he was doing. He kissed her sides and her back and as she rolled onto her tummy, he began to bite tenderly at the nape of her neck. It was obvious that he was following instinct now. And she whimpered eagerly to tell him that he was going beautifully.
"Fuck me from behind," she gasped, "like a dog!"
"Yeah!" Hal knelt behind her, his cock in his hand. Sandra got onto her hands and knees and switched her curvy ass back and forth slowly, beckoning him to take what he wanted. Her pussy was so swollen it hung down heavily from between her parted thighs. It was blossomed out with a dozen colors of red and pink and the soft flesh around her hole dripped invitingly. Hal pressed the head of his cock into this satin-soft spot and began to thrust gently.
"Yuhhhhh," Sandra moaned, feeling her muscles being spread out around him. He was huge! Even larger than she'd first thought. She was being stretched tight, her silky cunt flesh gliding across his cockhead.
"Ohhh, it's going into me! Hal! It's so wonderful!"
"It sure is! God, you're hot inside!"
"Have you ever fucked a girl before?"
"No." he bit her shoulder again, one hand supporting his weight on the bed, the other wrapped firmly under her belly. Using short, strong thrusts, he buried another inch of his shaft between the feverish lips of her pussy. Sandra couldn't keep her ass still. She bucked up and down, arching and humping her back against him.
"Good... so damned good!"
"Go gently, darling," Sandra breathed. She could feel how tight it was inside her. Hal's enormous cock was plowing her cunt apart as it went deeper. She felt the throbbing heat, the surges of blood that seemed to fill her each time the boy's heart beat. Her toes pointed as she worked her hips up and down. She had to brace her hands forward to keep him from flattening her against the mattress. He was wild now, licking and kissing her back as he held her hips with both hands and drove his cock into the slick heat of her cunt.
"Yuuhhhhh!" he gasped, and she could tell by the shuddering of the boy's body that he was going to come. "Yaaaahhh!"
His cock lurched powerfully as the white cum boiled out. She hadn't come yet, but didn't care. She knew that the kid wasn't used to getting any sex and that her tight, hot pussy had probably overwhelmed him.
"Ohhh, ohhh, fuck!" the kid gasped, his hips thrusting wildly now. Sandra's eyes went wide as she took another inch, then two. Could she keep it up? Could she hold all nine inches of his prick without being torn apart? It wasn't hurting yet, but when the boy moved his ass around she was pulled in whatever direction he went. She was partly caught on that throbbing chunk of cockmeat. And it felt wonderful.
By now the cummy strings were leaking down both of her thighs, puddling around her knees. But Hal hadn't finished yet. His cream still spurted powerfully inside her. He had lifted his body from her back and was grasping the fronts of her hips with both hands, slamming his ass forward and up, fucking her over and over as the ecstasy went through him.
Sandra was very close herself. She panted, wiggled, cried out as his cocktip nudged another inch into her velvety-soft pussy.
"Ohhhhh, Hal! Ohhhh, I'm so close... " The boy fell to the side suddenly, his cock slipping free of her spasming pussy. She was dripping cum as she writhed onto her back and began to pet her clit. She whined for help and Hal blinked his eyes open and looked at her. His cock was still magnificent in a half-hard state, the white strings of cum oozing from the tip.
"Honeeee!" she begged, pumping her cumglazed pussy up and down. "Ohhhhh, eat me, Hal darling! Eat my cunt!"
CHAPTER SIX
At first the boy seemed repelled by the messy state of her pussy. But Sandra couldn't bother with his adolescent sensibilities. She grabbed his head with both hands and opened her knees as wide as they'd go. Then she pulled him down, rubbing his face back and forth across her inflamed tissues. The slurpy, squishy sound alone almost started her climax. But it was the rub of his teeth and tongue and lips against her blood-plump pussy that made the tingle turn into a crazy itch. As the itch throbbed and became something beyond all words, Sandra grunted like a happy little piglet and plunged her ass in a frenzy of captured lust.
Hal wasn't bothered by eating his own cum any more. He was going at her like she was the finest steak, and Sandra loved it. No man had ever shown so much pleasure in eating her pussy before. She gasped with delight, digging her nails into the nape of the boy's neck she guided him to each tender morsel along her crevice.
"Yesss, tongue-fuck me! Yesss! Ohhhh, Hal, you're fantastic! Ohhhh, darling, I didn't realize you knew anything... about... th-th-this! " She was coming now. No longer able to speak. Just whine and groan and make growling sounds deep in her throat. The boy's mouth was ravishing her. His tongue was like a million tiny snakes slipping and sliding and probing. His lips were spongy and soft against her spongy softness. Her juice and his spit all mingled with the spilled cum to make a lovely mess.
As each explosion of glorious pleasure followed the next, Sandra threw her head back and squealed. Her thigh muscles had tightened, her toes fanned wide apart. Her big tits heaved, each nipple swollen to its full size. She came slowly and wonderfully, each convulsion making her let out a ragged breath and quickly draw in another. Her clit felt like it was a living thing attached to her pussy. And the way Hal was feasting on it made her half crazy.
"Ohhhh, stop now! Ohhhhh, it's too good! Ohhhh, don't, Hal, don't suck it any more."
For a long time they just lay there panting. Now that it was all over, Sandra was a bit shy about looking into Hal's eyes and found him just as sensitive. At first he tried to swagger it off, pretending it was something he did all the time. But during their most intimate moments, Sandra had dug the truth out. He couldn't act like a Don Juan around her.
"So now you like the older ladies?" she teased, touching his cock. It was still pretty long, but soft and floppy in her palm. "I guess I'm lucky to have an experienced lover like you."
Hal gave her a sheepish grin. "I guess you think I'm pretty dumb. Okay, I'll admit it. I haven't always known how to act around chicks."
"Well let me tell you, darling," Sandra said in her huskiest voice. "What you did between my legs just now was high quality."
"Do you do things like this with Billy?"
"Of course not. He didn't tell you I did, did he?"
Hal looked down, then met her eyes. "He's the kind of guy that's always bragging about something."
"So that's why you came up here today when he suggested you fill in for him?"
"Yeah. He said you were hot stuff."
Sandra gritted her teeth. "And he was right, wasn't he?"
"But I feel different about it now. Hey, Sandra, don't get mad."
"I wonder what he's telling the other guys around his school?"
"Aw, Billy brags so much they probably don't believe him anyhow."
Sandra looked at him. "But you did."
"Yeah. I thought it was worth a try." Hal got up and grabbed his clothes. "Maybe I'd better go now."
Sandra sat there watching him. She didn't want to be left alone just now. Not after doing what she'd done and saying what she'd said. Hal was the third young boy in a row. How many more would there be? She had to stop. She knew she did. Before she destroyed her life and that of her daughter.
"You promised you wouldn't say anything about this," she reminded Hal. "Especially not to Billy."
"Yeah, I won't."
"Hal? Will we be able to see each other again?"
"I thought you were mad." He looked up at her slowly, pushing a big hand through his reddish hair. The smattering of freckles across his nose made him look even younger than he was.
"Can't I be mad and still want to see you?" She pressed her naked body against him, kissing him hungrily on the mouth. Like dopers needed dope, Sandra realized how badly she needed a young, strong body closer to hers. She was already thinking about the next time Hal's cock would be plowing and stabbing and fucking her until she was crazy with it.
"Where can I reach you?" she panted.
"I don't stay around my folks much. My old man likes to use me for a punching bag." He scribbled something on a piece of paper and gave it to her. "It's a cafe I hang around. Usually I'm there if you call after school's out."
"Thank you, Hal. I needed... " She stopped, bit her lip. Did this good-looking young man realize just how badly and how often she did need it? When he was gone, Sandra pulled the gallon wine bottle out from under the bed and poured herself a water glass full. She felt like crying. Instead she had a second glass of wine and sat there while the boy's hot cum leaked from her cunt.
* * *
"But I don't want to go out with him any more, Mama," Ruth whined. "I didn't appreciate the way he acted the last time we were together."
"He's such a nice kid," Sandra said. "Why don't you like him?"
"Jack doesn't know when to stop," Ruth said, blushing. "We were doing just fine until he tried to wrestle."
"Sometimes a young man gets a bit carried away. That doesn't mean he doesn't respect you. I was young once too and when I went out with a boy... " Ruth frowned. "They scare me. They start breathing heavy and they put their hands all over your body and... " She shuddered. "When Jack was kissing me, he kept moving his hand up my thigh until I just couldn't take it any more."
"I'm sure Jack didn't mean to do anything to hurt or frighten you." Sandra felt frantic inside. But she had to keep things cool so her daughter wouldn't suspect. "Couldn't you give him one more try?" Ruth gave her mother a funny look. "Why are you so interested in getting me together with Jack again?"
Sandra flushed. "There are so few nice boys around these days. I just wanted you to be going with someone I approved of."
"You approve of him after I told you he was trying to get his hands in my panties?"
"Basically, he's a nice boy. I just feel sure I'm right about that."
Ruth gave a sigh of exasperation. "Oh, all right. I'll go out with him again if you want me to. But I don't see what the big deal is. He hasn't even asked me out after that last time."
"Oh, I'm sure he will." Sandra could hardly wait to phone Jack and suggest that he try her daughter for another date. She couldn't wait to see him again. The idea made her tingly and wet inside. The following day Ruth was surprised to be asked out and couldn't quite figure why Jack was so eager to see her after she'd turned him off that first date. But Sandra knew.
When the kids got home from the movie, Sandra could see that everything hadn't gone perfectly. Jack looked nervous and Ruth looked bored. Sandra made them something to eat and tried to keep some life in the conversation, but Ruth didn't even seem to want to try and make things work. Jack was beginning to look uncomfortable. And he couldn't stop looking at Sandra every chance he got.
Without wanting to appear too obviously sexy, Sandra had dressed for the occasion. She had on a pair of slacks that showed off her long legs and plush, curvy ass to a maximum advantage. The top she had on was extremely low cut and fit up under her tits like skin. Her hair was down, dark curls flowing over her shoulders. And she'd painted her nails a dark, blood red with matching lipstick to accentuate things. Jack couldn't stop staring.
They sat at the dining room table to eat the things she'd prepared. Under the table, Sandra extended a leg and kicked off a shoe. As she played her toes up and down Jack's shin he blushed and choked on a piece of food. Ruth just looked more bored than usual. But Sandra had a little surprise for her daughter. She'd put a mild sleeping pill into her coke and stirred it up to make sure it had dissolved completely. It wasn't any heavy drug, but it was sufficient to make anyone drowsy. And whenever Ruth got drowsy she couldn't resist going to bed.
Just as she'd planned, Ruth started yawning while they sat talking in the front room. After a valiant effort to join the conversation a few times, she excused herself and said goodnight to Jack. Sandra went upstairs a few moments later to make sure her daughter actually had crashed. Ruth was spread-eagled across her unmade bed, one leg in her pajamas and one leg out. Sandra covered her up and hurried back down to join Jack. She was trembling with anticipation.
"Ruth's asleep," she breathed, looking into Jack's eyes as he rose to meet her. They hugged and Sandra ran her fingers up and down the tall boy's back. "Oh, darling, I've been waiting for this so long!"
"You sure look good in those pants," Jack said shyly. Then his smile turned sensual and he kissed her hard on the mouth. They tongue-fucked as they caressed each other's bodies. Sandra led the boy's hands to the snap that would undo her tight slacks.
"Maybe we should go on up to my bedroom. Then we can have complete privacy."
As soon as the bedroom door was closed behind her, Sandra grabbed for Jack's belt buckle as he undid her slacks. They undressed each other with little gasps and groans and touches. Sandra had worn no bra and the boy was enjoying feeling her up through her tight-fitting top. Then his warm hands were sneaking under it, brushing across her nipples.
"Ohhhh, this is going to be nice!"
She kissed her way down his chest, undoing the buttons ahead of her wet mouth. Then his pants fell around his ankles and she stretched the elastic of his skivvies out of the way as she began to nuzzle his throbbing cock. It looked as if it had been hard for an hour. It was very hot and the tip was dark. She wet the stretched skin, making it glossy and slick. Then she pushed the soft circle of her mouth around it and began to suck noisily.
The head, already large, grew even fatter. It was getting hotter too and as Sandra curled her tongue around it, Jack trembled and his knees threatened to buckle. They got into bed, Sandra's fingers squeezing his cock, her mouth nursing on one of his small nipples.
"Kiss me down there," she begged, whispering sexily, thrusting her hips in a suggestive way.
Jack didn't hesitate. He obviously didn't know the finer points of eating pussy but he was willing to learn. Sandra moaned loudly when he did it right and guided him back to business when his tongue strayed.
"Ohhhhh, honey, do it right there!" She squirmed in a frenzy, her asscheeks dimpled as she tightened her muscles and thrust her cunt up against Jack's mouth. He was losing his shyness now, really burrowing into the heat of her flesh. She pumped up and down, knowing that if she kept that up she could come easily.
"Ahh, ohh, ohhhh wow!"
"Mmmmmm," Jack moaned, still licking.
His tongue felt so wonderful as it shoved across the tip of her clit. Sandra panted for him to stop but he seemed to be enjoying this new technique she'd taught him. He only licked her faster, using the tip of his tongue like the wing of a bird. Sandra didn't have the will to force him to pull his mouth away. She grabbed his head and pulled him harder against her as her pussy seemed to explode with ecstasy.
"Uuhhh, Jack d-d-darling!"
He knew she was coming. He had to. Her cunt was throbbing strongly, throbbing with a rhythm that shuddered through every muscle and nerve of her body. Her back arched up from the bed and she tossed her head back and forth with wild abandon. Her clit was like a tiny ember, radiating thrills that ravished her sensibilities completely.
"Jack... ohhh, Jack!"
His mouth moved up and down as he licked the full length of her slippery cunt. With her folds all pumped up with blood she felt spongy down there and to have him lick her like that was almost too exquisitely pleasurable to bear.
Sandra writhed like a snake now. Her knees were drawn back, her knees spread wide. Her pussy blossomed even more than before. It was glossy and plump, her juices and Jack's mouth making a sexy sound as he continued to feast upon her. "Ahhhhhh! Ohhh, that's heavenly!"
Sandra brought her heels up and pressed against the backs of Jack's shoulders, urging him gently, hinting at the right places for him to root with that lovely mouth of his. Her sharp throes quickened as a second climax began.
"I can't t-t-take much more... nhhhuuuhh!" Now Sandra locked her thighs around the boy's head and plunged her ass in a last frenzy of lust. It was excruciating. The thrills were making her faint. And the young man who was devouring her pussy couldn't seem to get enough. In all her life Sandra hadn't been sucked on like this!
After a long time afterwards they lay together, Jack's face against her belly, her long nails playing in his hair. Sandra couldn't remember when she'd been so happy. But suddenly she was thinking about the red-haired boy she'd just met. The one who'd come in Billy's place. She thought of his cock, the size and shape of it. That made her want to play with Jack. She rolled him onto his back and circled a thumb and finger around his foreskin. The boy writhed as she squealed and jacked him, stripping the clinging flesh away from his cocktip, then covering it again.
"... damn!"
"Feel good?"
"Does it ever!"
"I love your cock. I can't decide whether to suck it or make you fuck me with it."
"I'd kind of like both," Jack smiled.
She pushed her body up on top of him, kissing his mouth hungrily, rubbing her big tits across his chest until he squeezed her tightly, his hands hot against the cheeks of her ass.
"Ever fuck while you're on the bottom?"
"Huh-uh," the boy said, looking a little doubtful.
"Just open your legs. It'll be fun. Maybe you'll kind of get the idea what it's like to be the girl."
"I don't want... "
"Ohh, you don't have to feel weird about it. Come on, don't give me any macho stuff. Just open your legs."
Jack did what she told him and Sandra held the tip of his cock against her cunt. Once his prick was sliding into her hole, she straightened her legs between his and began to work her ass in a slow rolling movement.
"God, that's far out."
"Like it?"
"Sure. But it's... different."
When she squeezed her thighs together, her insides tightened on Jack's cock. Then she pumped her ass up and down with quick, short strokes. The boy's eyes glazed over as the pleasure surged through his crotch.
"How's that?"
"Whhhuuuhhh!" he moaned.
"Ohhh, you're nice and big and hard! Ohhhh, Jack, I love to fuck you."
Jack opened his legs wider, bending his knees a little as Sandra pumped and squirmed, her cunt full to the brim with his throbbing prick. She kissed his mouth, kissed his neck and chest. She pinned his arms down as if she were the aggressor. Her nipples tingled as she brushed them back and forth across his body. Their bellies clung together with sweat. Sandra felt ravenously sexy. She was growling and nipping at Jack's chin now, her dark hair cascading over both their faces.
"Oh, you beautiful man!" She licked his mouth.
"I'm wild for you."
"Ohhhhhh, Sandra, your cunt is so hot." Riding the boy's body was exciting her more than she'd thought it would. Sandra could feel another tingle beginning. She concentrated on that tiny flame, plunging faster, her back arching and humping as her tight pussy stripped the length of Jack's cock.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Sandra! Damn... " Sandra had her legs pinched tightly together, her thighs firm with the tension in her body as she made her pussy as tight as she could get it. But she wasn't going to finish him off just yet. She was enjoying his cock too much. And she wanted to see just how crazy she could make the young boy get.
Careful not to lose his prick, Sandra bent one knee, then the other. Now she was kneeling over his body, her ass rising and falling as she leaned forward and back, rocking, fucking herself down onto him and stripping herself slowly away. The look in Jack's eyes told her he'd never felt anything like it.
"Sandra, your cunt is... it's wonderful!"
"You're wonderful too." She stopped, just the muscled opening of her cunt around his cocktip. Tightening herself until she could feel the swollen head throb, she began a circular movement with her ass. The boy grunted like his cock was being strangled.
Then Sandra loosened the same muscles and rolled her ass faster. The satin lining of her cunt coated him with more slick juice. He fought to stab deep into her again but she wouldn't let him.
"Oh, look at how bad you want it!" she exclaimed.
"I do! Ohhh, god, give it to me, Sandra!"
"How bad? How bad do you want it?"
"I'd do anything, Sandra. Just let me fuck you again."
Panting like a dog, she wiggled herself down an inch, her hands braced on Jack's chest, her slit dripping hot juice down both thighs. The boy stretched, lifting his ass from the bed, his hands sliding to her waist to make her give him what he wanted.
Now he had an inch, now two. But Sandra ran the tip of her tongue across her upper lip as he begged her with his eyes to give him everything and took it all away instead.
"Ohhhhhh wow, that's making my balls hurt!"
"Don't give me that. Just 'cause I felt sorry for you that first time."
She reached behind her and grabbed his balls, tightening her fingers around them until the handsome boy gurgled in his throat. Again she gave him just enough of her pussy so his cockhead was covering by her pulsing, super-slick flesh. But he looked so pitiful that she decided to lighten up on the poor kid.
"Oh, okay, here!"
With her ass rocking from side to side, she pressed back. Her cunt stripped down the length of his rigid cock until her pubes were nestled firmly against his balls. She could feel his cockhead way up inside her. The boy moved his hips furiously, pumping and squirming and enjoying the sudden heat while he had it.
"Mmmmmm, isn't that nice, Jack darling?"
"Yes!"
"You want to come?"
"Yes!"
"Let me tease you a little longer first. I just love to keep your cock hard."
She eased her pussy off of him and crawled down until her chin was brushed by his slick cockhead. Then she eased the foreskin up and down a few times before smearing the hot head across her pursed lips. The boy shuddered. She licked him, softly, slowly, letting her tongue linger against the plump lobes just under his cock's single eye.
Remembering how nice it was to keep it big, Sandra wound her silky panties around the base of Jack's cock, under his balls too. Then she knotted the panties tightly, pushing his heavy balls forward in their sac. His prick seemed half a pound heavier and the size increased too. Again she started to pet it with her mouth. She used her tongue, stroking quick and hard across that purple cockhead.
Jack was so close he was trembling, his breath caught in his chest, his face red with the tension.
"Ghhhaaah... hhhuuhhhnnn," he moaned, writhing wildly. Sandra hovered over the boy's beautiful prick, lapping it, sucking it, rubbing her pursed mouth back and forth across its throbbing crown. It was shiny now as she pulled her twisted panties a little tighter around his balls and shaft. Jack whimpered and a tiny droplet appeared at his cocktip.
Sandra ran her fingers up and down his shaft as she continued to lick his engorged cockhead. The droplet grew bigger until finally it began to dribble down the side of his shaft. Sandra's tongue smoothed across, slurping the rich stuff up.
Jack gasped, tried to breathe but couldn't. A tiny fountain erupted straight up from the slitted eye. Sandra was holding his prick with both hands, using the tip of her tongue on his cockhead. The tiny white explosion came again, white cum boiling up three inches this time.
Fitting her hot mouth tightly around his cockhead, Sandra sucked furiously. Her cheeks dimpled in as she pulled the creamy jizz down her throat. It was popping fast now, the spurts more powerful.
Jack cried out as the itchy pleasure drove him mad. Sandra was forcing him to come with excruciating slowness. Even now she moved her tongue tantalizingly over the silken-smooth surface of his cockhead.
"Mmmmmm," she cooed, drinking each hot jet of cum as it spattered into her throat.
Jack writhed and pumped, driving his tied-up cock in and out of Sandra's mouth. She let him do that, let him spear the head almost into her throat. It was lovely! The hot cream made things even slicker and messier and the sound of her lips gliding up and down his hardened shaft was lovely music. Tiny bubbles formed at the corners of her mouth and turned to a froth of white as the boy's balls unloaded everything they had.
When Sandra pulled away from him at last, her chin was glazed with fresh cum. She felt as if her tummy were full of the potent, fresh stuff. She gazed down at Jack's cock, still tightly bound with her panties. He was as hard as before, and at once she was thinking wild and wicked things.
"Fuck me! Ohhh, hurry, before you lose it."
Poor Jack groaned and lifted himself on one elbow to look at her. She was already on her back, knees parted, fingers in her slit, holding the lips apart to tempt him into the deep, hot channel.
Weakly the boy rolled onto her and she pushed his cocktip into her cunt. He wasn't as rigid as before, but the panties were keeping his blood from escaping and he was plenty hard enough to do her some good.
"Yhhessss," she murmured, squeezing his body between her thighs as she worked her ass in uncontrolled circles. She cinched her arms around the boy's neck, fastened her mouth against his and fucked like it would be the last she'd ever get. She knew Jack was bushed after that last little adventure, but she didn't care. She could feel another tickle starting in her clit. It lifted out of its protective hood and came to life each time she brushed it against the thick, slick base of Jack's prick. "Ohhhh, darling, fuck me hard!"
Jack tried, pumping his hips forward and back in a mechanical way. But Sandra didn't mind his lack of inventiveness. The boy's cock was deep inside her now. Her tight, slick flesh was squeezing rhythmically around him, stripping him, milking him. She was going to come and come hard. "Ohhhh! Ohhhh, here it comes!"
Pumping and gasping and raking her nails across Jack's shoulders, Sandra hunched her hips upward, getting every last inch of his cock. She could feel his balls pressing into her peeled slit. She could even feel the soppy panties strangling his hard-on, keeping the blood in, keeping it firm.
"Uhhhhh," she gasped, grinding out the pleasure. She felt each sparkling tickle turn into something hot and radiant until it was as exquisite a thrill as she could stand. That thrill would shimmer and fade only to be followed by another. Sandra sank her teeth into Jack's chin and hung on, her back arching and humping, her breath coming in hot little gasps.
"Don't stop! Don't ever stop!"
Her come lasted longer than she'd dreamed it would. She was totally exhausted now, even too tired to push the heavy young man off her body. It felt nice letting his weight press her down into the mattress. Her tits were flattened under his chest, his ass moving slowly now as she squeezed her thighs around his waist in the final shimmering pleasure that came after.
* * *
"Mother! Aren't you up yet?" Someone was knocking on her door. Sandra blinked and tried to focus. Then the panic hit her.
"Ruth! Ohh, I must have overslept." Sandra looked next to her on the bed. There was Jack, snoring softly, a faint smile on his lips. She made herself breathe deeply, trying to force her sleep-thickened mind to function. Ruth was knocking again.
"You promised you'd take me shopping Saturday, remember! Well, it's Saturday."
"Oh, sure, I remember now. Honey, I'll be down pretty soon. I've got a headache. I think I'd better take a nice hot bath before I get dressed. You fix yourself some breakfast. We'll go shopping a little later."
When Sandra was sure her daughter had gone away from the door, she breathed easier. Jack was beginning to return to consciousness now. She was still a bit unsure what to do, but felt a momentary reprieve in the fact that Ruth hadn't discovered the worst.
"Jack... Jack, wake up, darling."
"Huh? Ohh, goddamn." He looked around the room as if he'd awakened in the depths of some dungeon. "I must've fallen asleep."
"We both did, you sexy boy. That's what you get for letting an older woman lure you up to her bedroom." Sandra was trying to make a joke of it. She didn't need for Jack to get nervous about it now. They would need all the cool they could muster to get out of this one.
"My folks... "
"Do you think they'll call?"
"I usually come in and just go to bed so they won't miss me until this morning."
Sandra chewed her bottom lip and thought about this. "Then they'll probably be missing you about now. They'll call here first, won't they?"
"I don't think they know who I had a date with last night," he said, looking more worried than ever.
"Okay, let's not get in a hurry and screw things up. We've got time to work out a plan." As Sandra spoke, her eyes strayed hungrily over Jack's lean, naked body. Waking up with a naked male in bed with her was something that hadn't happened in a long time. She found herself enjoying it immensely. Even if Ruth was downstairs.
Jack grabbed for his underwear but Sandra grabbed them from him and flung them across the room.
"Don't be in such a hurry." She slid a hand up his thigh, circling a thumb and finger around his thick cock. It was firm, a nice hot piss hard-on.
"I'd better go to the bathroom," he said, swinging his legs off the bed.
"Let me go with you. I want to hold it."
Jack grinned at this. It was obvious that the thought interested him. Together they went to the commode and Sandra pointed his cock downward as he pissed. The feel of his cock trembling as the urine flowed out made her hotter than ever.
"What I'd like to do is spend the rest of the day in bed with you."
"I'd better phone my folks."
"I'll go down and keep my daughter busy while you use her phone," Sandra told him. Pulling a robe around her nakedness, she went barefoot down the stairs. Ruth was in the kitchen, making a container of orange juice. Sandra made small talk and said that she was running a bath and why didn't Ruth just get dressed and go on to town. Sandra agreed to meet her in a store around noon. This seemed to satisfy her daughter. Sandra left Ruth to eat her breakfast and hurried back to her room. Jack was there.
"My folks aren't real happy that I stayed out all night, but everything is cool enough now. At least they won't be calling here."
"Good boy," she whispered, kissing him on the mouth.
She opened her robe and pressed her body against his, her nipples tickling him. He held her tightly, running his hands under the back of her robe to feel her firm, full ass cheeks.
"Ruth is going to leave before long. While she's in her room dressing, why don't you and I take a shower together?"
"Okay."
It was heavenly. Sandra soaped Jack's back and thighs and let her palms coat his balls with lather. He enjoyed all this attention, soaping her back in return. She loved the feel of his soapy palms sliding across her nipples. She loved the way his pricktip slid across her belly when they hugged.
"I could suck you... "
"I'd rather save it for the bed," he told her.
They hugged more, squeezing their lathered thighs together.
"Finger-fuck me? Please?"
Jack finger-fucked her, his middle finger reaching up deep into her tight cunt. She squirmed against the touching, panting, dying in the pleasure of the hot water and hot flesh.
When they went back to the bedroom, Sandra made Jack let her dry him. She handled his rigid cock with the tenderest concern, patting the beads of water from the sensitive head like it was some priceless object. It was. It had given her back her youth. And she had to have more fucking! Right this minute.
"You sure do that nice," Jack said, watching her.
"I'm really all juicy and hot after that shower," she panted, kissing the dusky head of his cock as she cradled it in her hands.
Jack smiled as she led him to the bed. She made him lie on his back again and then began to lick him around the neck and ears. She used her tongue on his chest next, tracing circles around each tiny nipple, then licking on.
The handsome boy writhed happily as she made wet patterns down his belly and stopped to play with his navel. Diving her tongue deep into it, she tantalized him, her fingers gingerly pumping his cockskin at the same time.
"Let's do sixty-nine." She was remembering her exciting moments with Hal and how nice his mouth had felt on her cunt while she'd sucked hungrily on his big prick. Before Jack could answer, she pushed her knees back, straddling his body, her cunt close to his face. He began to lick it with shy movements of his tongue. Sandra burrowed her hot mouth around his hard-on and began to suck him energetically. The boy groaned and grabbed her thighs. He pulled her back and Sandra followed his lead, settling her dripping, swollen cunt down over his face. She rocked her hips as she smeared her juices across his chin and cheeks. Jack was surprised at first, but began to eat at her with ravishing energy.
"Mhhhuuhhhh!" she groaned, bobbing her head up and down, taking his cocktip to the back of her throat. Sandra was very thankful that her young daughter couldn't see her now. She'd never be able to explain her behavior, not in a million years.
Sandra knew she'd never get tired of sucking hard, hot cocks. She could do it forever. It excited her to have that hot knob pushing between her tonsils. And to feel Jack's hungry mouth burrowing yet deeper between the plump lips of her pussy made the whole thing even better.
"Ohhhhh, honey," she groaned, working her ass up and down with quivery, excited movements.
"Mmmuuhhhmmm," the boy murmured, his mouth full of cuntflesh, his tongue dancing across her clit.
"Yes! Ohhh yes!"
"I want to fuck you too," Jack panted.
"How bad?"
"Awful bad."
With a giggle, Sandra unstraddled him and leaped from the bed. The boy looked surprised. He staggered up, sensing her game. His big cock slapped wetly against his thigh as he grabbed for her and missed.
"Catch me if you can!" she squealed, slamming out of the room and down the hall. She had heard Ruth leave the house so she knew it was all theirs. Holding his cock, Jack thundered down the hall behind her.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Ohhh, darling, ohhhh, you're awful!"
Jack had caught her around the waist as she'd crossed the front room and thrown her forward over the back of the sofa. He worked her cuntlips apart from behind, wedging his thick cocktip into the seeping, fevered bloom of her folds. Sandra whined with lust as she felt herself being wedged open. Her muscles dilated around his pricktip. The boy clutched her in a spasm of excitement, his hips lurching, burying his cock halfway into her cunt.
Squirming with delight, Sandra let her body lean over the sofa back, drooling with passion as Jack slammed her hard with his belly. Her asscheeks pressed against him. Her toes came off the floor as another inch of cockshaft penetrated her yielding softness.
"Mmmmm, that's nice! Ohhhh, bite me now! Bite me!"
Jack bit her, his tongue licking the small hurt as he inflicted another one an inch away. "Goddamn you get me hot!"
"A young stud like you needs someone who knows what's going on." Sandra whimpered again as her pussy opened deep, deep inside. The head of the boy's cock seemed to be sliding into her womb. She babbled happily as her clit throbbed with the strong thrusts.
But as Jack let his grip of her waist grow weaker, she pushed him sideways and pulled away suddenly. His cock came free of her pussy with a slurpy sound and the boy gave a groan of surprise. Again she was running, but not so fast now. Her own pounding heart and throbbing cunt had cut into her energy.
This time Jack caught her in the kitchen, his arm around her waist as he wrestled her toward the table. She was pushed up onto it and rolled sideways. He got her onto her back and pushed her knees back against her tits. She panted wildly, not laughing any more. As Jack dipped his fingers into the butter dish and smeared the yellow stuff across her open pussy, a shudder of lust shot through her.
"Ohhhh! Ohhhh, Jack! What are you going to do?"
He didn't have to answer. His cocktip made a slick noise as he pressed it into her velvety slit and found her hole quickly. With one single lunge, he buried himself to the hilt. Her hips lurched, thumping the hard table as he leaned forward over her body. His bare feet squeaked on the linoleum floor. His breath was hot against her mouth as they licked each other's lips, then kissed in a violent embrace.
Sandra's body writhed and twisted as she took that stiff prick deep and let the boy withdraw it again. The fucking movements they used melded into a carnal, savage dance. A plate fell crashing to the floor but neither of them cared. A chair was knocked over as Jack plunged his hips, scooting the table across the kitchen a few inches at a time as he fucked her.
Sandra had never imagined in her wildest dreams that sex could be so good. She pumped her clit up and down against the boy's rigid shaft. Her fingers slipped down his back until she could dig her nails into the muscled firmness of his cheeks. She crossed her ankles high in the air, her thighs firm with the tension, her hips lurching violently from side to side as her silky insides were gouged by the smooth head of Jack's cock.
"Yhhuuuhhhhh," she panted, riding the hot tickle, grinding it into a fiery glory that scalded her with the most intense pleasure.
"God, you're so nice and tight! Ohhhh wow, I'm gonna... gonna... "
"Give it all to me, darling!"
Sandra bit the boy's ear and dug her fingers into his asscheeks. Her mound lurched up and down, rubbing against the jerking penetration. Her tits were bewitchingly aroused and every movement of Jack's chest against her nipples sent shimmers of pure pleasure down through her belly.
The boy thrust and his body seemed to spasm. She could feel the rippling of his cock as the thick cream was pumped along its length. Then it was spewing hotly inside her. She fucked faster than before, smearing the potent cum around inside her, caressing the swollen head of Jack's cock with her velvety lining. The boy was moaning against her neck, his hands grasping her hips as he finished himself off.
Now she was in the full glory of her own climax. Her lips had curled back from her teeth as she continued to work her clit against the firmness of the boy's stabbing fucks. She cried his name as the first spasm knifed through her. Pleasure so heavy it made her dizzy. She hunched and cursed and licked the boy's mouth. She squeezed him furiously with her thighs, her back arched sharply from the table one moment, humped down against it the next. And then a drippy heat went down the crack of her ass as Jack's cum spilled from around the edges of her pussy.
* * *
It was strange. When Sandra wasn't with a young, handsome boy she felt terribly guilty about what she had been doing. She knew she was needing more and more sex. She knew that every young, hot body she held between her thighs would only make her want more. But she couldn't seem to find the will to stop. Like an alcoholic, she needed these energetic young lovers. She needed their cocks inside her pussy or mouth. She wanted them to want her just as bad.
Yet there was more than just the guilt that frightened her. She knew that eventually someone would find her out. One of her young studs would say something to someone. The word would get around. And then where would that leave her?
It was at such times that Sandra was the most miserable. She didn't want to hurt her daughter, yet she'd seduced Jack right in the same house while Ruth slept. She didn't want Ruth to be ashamed of her, yet when it came down to sex, Sandra could never find the button to turn herself off. Being around an adolescent boy was enough to make her froth at the mouth. She was mad for them. She could hardly keep her hands to herself when a teenager was within touching distance.
Work was becoming increasingly difficult, too. When she had tried to keep sex out of her mind completely, she had at least managed to concentrate on her daily duties. But now it was all she could do to finish a project without her mind wandering to young, throbbing cocks.
Somehow she managed to keep her boss happy enough so that she could get Thursday off. She hadn't seen one of the three boys she was keeping company with for the whole week and it was getting to where she didn't rally care which one she found. Though Billy had been her first passion, she now preferred either Jack or Hal. But even Billy would do. And as it turned out, it was Billy she found first.
She had driven downtown and then out by the high school just about lunchtime. She was hoping she might catch sight of either Hal or Billy. It was lucky that Jack didn't attend that school or her game might be up by now. She didn't really have any guarantee that one or the other wasn't spreading filthy stories about her at that very moment.
But though she felt self-conscious, no one seemed to pay her much attention. She parked on a side street where most of the lunch crowd would pass. She saw lots of young, pretty girls hanging on fellows. Her only hope was that she could give more pleasure than one of those little teases. She told herself that after a young man understood how good a woman of her age could be, he would never be able to go back to the young stuff. She told herself this enough times that she began to feel better. Then she glimpsed Billy in her rear-view mirror, walking with a teenage nymph on each side of him.
She let him pass, starting up her motor in case she had to follow. He certainly seemed to be talking a good line. Both the girls were laughing and when he let his right hand linger for a moment on the rear of a tight skirt, the owner waited for a while before pushing his hand away.
"I wouldn't push your hand away, Billy," Sandra breathed.
With the days of September continuing to be warm, she had on only a pair of satin jogging shorts, a tight-fitting top and a little bit of makeup. She'd worn jogging shoes with no socks to show off her trim, sculptured ankles. And of course she had a camera on the seat beside her in case she needed a reason for being someplace.
Billy turned the corner ahead and went on with just one of the girls. Sandra pulled away from the curb and followed slowly. She cruised by them, went around the block and came past in the other direction. Billy was talking so fast he wouldn't have noticed his own mother. Sandra was beginning to get peeved about the situation.
"What does he need with that overweight little idiot? She's even got pimples!"
But Billy did indeed seem interested. He guided the girl into the park and Sandra had to park her car and shoulder her camera so as not to appear too out of place among the groups of highschoolers. Of course she did have the option of jogging. But she wasn't in the mood.
There was a boathouse near the lake, closed this time of year during the week. Billy took the girl over there and Sandra watched them disappear behind the pavilion. She want cautiously through the grass, her camera bouncing against her side.
There were no other kids around the wooden pavilion now. She went quietly to a corner of the building and looked around. She didn't see Billy or his sweetheart. But she heard voices. Then she saw a door, opening into what seemed to be a storeroom used by park workers. She noticed that the hasp had been broken. The rust indicated that it had been broken for quite some time.
"Come on, baby, you'll like it."
"No, Billy. Don't do that... "
"You know I dig you." There was a rustling of clothing. Sandra's heart jerked in her chest. She slid against the wall of the building, getting as close to the door as possible. Being very careful, she nudged it open a couple of inches, making sure that those inside the room couldn't see her.
It was Billy she saw first. He had pushed the plump girl down on a stack of canvas tarps and was feeling up under her skirt. Though she squirmed and resisted, Sandra saw that she was enjoying herself immensely. A band of sunlight came in through the broken roof, illuminating the scene as if by spotlight. Sandra brought her camera up and snicked off a shot.
"What was that?" the girl panted.
"Just a bird on the roof. Hey, don't be so tense. Nobody's around."
"Ohhh, Billy, don't touch me like that. It makes me weak all over."
Billy continued to touch her like that. His fingers were playing at the edges of her pink panties. With the girl's knees lifted, her skirt tangled around her waist, Sandra could see everything clearly.
"Mmmmmm! Billeeeee!"
"You're really hot, Brenda." The boy eased one elastic leg band up and sneaked a middle finger in against the young girl's cunt. She grabbed for his wrist, but the squishy sound of wet flesh opening told Sandra that the brown-haired female would never stop Billy in time.
"Uhhhh! Billy, if you tell anyone about this, I'll hate you for the rest of my life."
Billy pushed his finger up and in. Sandra bit her lip as she watched it disappear between the dark curls of the girl's cunt. Her panty-crotch was stretched over to one side now as Billy began to finger fuck her with a slow and gentle rhythm. Her cunt lips glossed up quickly as her juices flooded from inside the heated depths of her pussy. She still clung to Billy's arm, but she wasn't trying to make him stop touching her. Her ass began to lurch up and down as he penetrated her as deep as he could reach. He put his mouth close to the girl's ear.
"I've got a rubber. Why don't we do it. Right now."
"No! I'd never do that!"
"Sure you would. It would feel lots better than this."
Billy was using his other hand on the button of her skirt. He had it loose before the girl named Brenda knew what was happening. She gave a little cry as he pulled it down, but didn't try to make him stop fondling her cunt. He eased her panties down next and again the girl gasped and tried to make him stop. When Billy opened her blouse, Sandra saw that the girl was nearly flat-chested. Her nipples looked small and immature. Billy caressed them with his mouth, leaving a smear of spit behind.
By now Brenda was panting loudly, her eyes rolling back in her head. Billy had her down on her back on the pile of tarps. He pulled off her loafers and pushed her knees back against her body. Her knee socks made this position seem all the more erotic.
With her panties dangling from one ankle and her blouse stripped open, the teenager did look inviting. Sandra had to admit that. And though she was irritated by Billy's interest in such a young piece of fluff, she was getting hot just watching. "You won't tell, will you, Billy? Will you?"
"I'm not that kind of guy." He had his pants down and was sliding his skivvies off. His cock was just as Sandra remembered it. Long and slender and rigid. She felt her own pussy grow soft as he crotchband of her panties began to sop up her spilling juices. How badly she wanted him! How badly she wished she was the girl with the knee socks. "Ohhhh, Billy, I'm scared."
"Nothing to be scared of." Billy had just rolled a rubber down over his prick. The head still looked dark through the ultra-thin latex that sheathed it. Sandra drew in a little breath and brought her camera up again.
She was shooting from the shadows of the pavilion and she sensed that neither of the kids inside the storeroom could see out, especially with the sunlight streaming down on them through the hole in the roof. As Billy leaned forward between the girl's uplifted knees, Sandra got off two more shots. Brenda looked up at Billy as he touched her. "Uhhhhh, ohhh, that does feel nice!"
The boy was rubbing the head of his cock up and down her crevice. He touched the full length of it, smearing her juice around, wetting the surface of the rubber with it.
Sandra could almost feel how that would be if it were her pussy being touched. She looked around her to make sure no one was entering the pavilion. Inside the storeroom, the sounds of heavy breathing grew louder.
"Billy, it's hurting!"
"It couldn't. I haven't even put it in yet."
"I've never done anything with another guy. That's the truth."
"What happen, you fall on a picket fence or something?"
"No, I... " The girl's cheeks turned even redder than they already were.
"Hey, who cares? It's better that I don't have to break anything."
"But it's stretching me!"
Sandra saw that indeed, Billy was starting to push the head of his cock into the girl's young cunt. The tip slipped in with a sexy sound and the girl's muscles seemed to tremble as she closed herself tightly around the penetration. Brenda squirmed her toes around excitedly.
"God! Ohhhhh, god!"
"Feel good?"
"... never felt anything like this. I'm getting all itchy and hot and... " Billy kissed the girl then. His tongue pushed between her teeth as his hands slid down past her tits, down her side. Then he dug his fingers into her ass as he thrust forward with quick, short movements of his ass. Each movement forced a little more of his cockshaft into the plump girl's pussy.
"NO! Ohhhhh, it's going too deep! Ohhhh, pull it out again!"
But Billy wasn't about to pull it out. He just kept thrusting and fucking, his balls swinging forward each time. Sandra was having a hard time staying on her feet. Her knees trembled under her. Her cunt was so wet that she was afraid she might dampen her jogging shorts.
"Yuuhhhhh," Brenda whined, her wide hips rocking violently from side to side. Sandra noticed that Billy had put it into her to the hilt. His mouth was making wet smears across the girl's chest. She moved fast now that she had her pussy full of cock. Her ass was shivering as she plunged it. Her mouth was open as if to cry out, but a soft gurgle was all Sandra could hear.
"Baby... you're nice and hot inside."
"Ohh, Billy, it's good! I'm dying it's so good! Don't tell... never tell anybody... Billeeeee!"
Sandra could see that the teenage girl was coming already. Her cuntlips were stretched open because of the swollen state of her inner folds. The squishy, glistening flesh surrounded Billy's prick tightly as he pulled it all the way out and stroked deep again. He was really giving it to her. He was making her go crazy. Sandra bit her lip and wished again that she was the one on her back on that dusty pile of tarps.
Brenda had stretched her knees as wide as they'd go and her ass pranced and danced against the tarps as she rubbed the tickling glory of her come into an inferno of lusty pleasure. She was groaning and growling and making sounds in her throat as if the devil had possessed her. The juicy mess from her cunt dripped down the cheeks of her ass as Billy gave her everything he had, jerked it out and gave it to her again. He fucked her with hurried strokes, his face showing the agony of pleasure he felt. Then Sandra could tell by the way he was gasping that his balls were about to unload.
"Ohhhh, Billy!"
"Brenda..."
"Faster... "
"Ahhhhh!"
They clung to each other, Billy's ass plunging with the same rhythm as the girl's hips. There was only their happy moans and the slick, sexy sound of suction as Billy's cock plowed in and out of Brenda's young pussy. Sandra took one more picture and leaned back against the side of the pavilion. Her heart was pounding. From inside she heard Brenda's next words.
"Oh, see what you made me do. Billy, I... " She was suddenly sobbing.
"Aw, come on, I didn't hurt you. And the rubber didn't break or anything."
"But... but... 'L Billy kissed her forehead and tried to soothe her with his hands. The girl seemed to respond. She took a wadded handkerchief he handed her. Sandra couldn't get her eyes away from the heavy hang of his cock and the bagged-out tip of the rubber. Hot cum. Fresh hot cum. If Billy had fucked her, that stuff would be smeared all over her pussy. She liked to play the game dangerously.
Billy retrieved Brenda's panties and shoes and skirt and helped her get dressed again. The girl had stopped crying but her eyes were red and her hair was mussed. She kept giving Billy long, meaningful looks, looks he didn't seem too eager for. Sandra smiled to herself as she watched the little stud play his part as best he could.
When they left the storeroom, Sandra ducked behind the corner of the boathouse and waited until their steps had descended the stairs. She watched them drift across the park in the direction of the school. She was trembling again. She opened the door to the storeroom and slipped inside.
There it was. The rubber Billy had used on Brenda. Sandra knelt and picked it up. The outside was dry and Billy had knotted the open end before discarding it behind a row of flowerpots. Holding it carefully, Sandra murmured under her breath.
"I must be losing my mind... " But already she had the end of her fingernail against the thin rubber, trying to tear it. As the fragile latex parted, the warm cum flooded onto her palm. Sandra tossed the broken rubber away and cupped the rich stuff up to her mouth. Then she lapped at it as if she were a person dying of thirst.
"Mmmmm, so slick and creamy!" She smeared the palm all over her chin and cheeks, licking and slurping on the unexpected treat. She imagined that it was boiling out of Billy's cock. She licked it all up and than ran her tongue across her lips and chin.
When she rose she wasn't trembling any more. But she knew she was losing touch with her senses. She could only think of when she could have Billy in her cunt, in her mouth, climbing all over her!
"Oh, Billy. I need you. Right now!"
CHAPTER NINE
Sandra waited until school was out at three that afternoon. This time Billy came out of the school alone. She watched him in her mirror, surprised that he didn't recognize her or her car. But maybe he had something on his mind. Like the noon-time quickie he'd managed to pull off with that little brunette. Sandra's skin prickled with jealousy.
She drove behind him, staying well back until he started into the park. Then she parked, picked up her camera and began to jog slowly behind him. He turned before she caught up.
"Hi, Sandra, I'm surprised to see you over on this side of town."
She beamed at him, hoping to turn him on quickly. She was a furnace inside. And being close to him, having the taste of his cum still in her mouth, was very exciting.
"I've missed you."
"Been kinda busy. That's why I didn't drop by the studio."
"Is that why you sent that other guy?"
"Hal?" Billy laughed as if it had all been a big joke. "I haven't seen him."
"I'll bet you haven't. What lies did he tell you?"
This shut Billy up for a moment. He was thinking fast, trying to figure the best thing to say.
"Okay, he told me he was up there getting his picture taken. That's it."
Sandra drew in a breath. She was walking a little bit away from Billy, hoping he would notice the long lines of her legs and the way the blue silk shorts fit so tightly against the cheeks of her ass. Each one was deliciously separated and she spun around a few times, watching Billy's eyes. He noticed all right.
"I was hoping to catch you for lunch," she said, one eyebrow arching. "But I couldn't find you.
Where on earth do you go to eat?"
Billy's eyes flicked away from hers. "Oh, around."
"Have a girlfriend you buy a burger for?"
"Sometimes. Sometimes not." He looked uncomfortable with the way the conversation was going. Sandra saw they were headed in the general direction of the pavilion and boathouse. She guided him to make certain it was in their path.
"Like my outfit?" she asked, turning again. She didn't have to ask. The front of his tight-fitting denims looked about to burst out the rivets. Sandra knew that her body, while somewhat older than Brenda's, was a hundred times better. She ran a hand against Billy's back, letting him feel her long, sharp nails.
"I could eat you alive," she growled, baring her teeth.
The kid began to breath faster. She knew he wasn't used to her talking quite like that. But she wanted to change her image. She didn't want him to think of her as a horny, bored divorcee. She wanted him to think of her as a horny, bored nymphomaniac.
"Maybe we could drop up to your studio," Billy suggested, pushing a hand through his blond hair. His blue eyes twinkled. His cock was twinkling too.
Sandra wished she could run her fingers inside his fly and jerk it out.
"We could," she replied. "But don't you know another place? Closer than the studio?"
They were no more than twenty yards from the boathouse now. Billy looked around as if to make sure no one was about to read his mind. Then he took her hand, squeezing it hard.
"Yeah, come on."
"Kind of dark except for the hole in the roof," Sandra laughed. Inside she was trembling. She felt fifteen years younger. She felt wonderful. She wanted to be fucked. She wanted to feel that young, hard prick sliding into her pussy! She was losing her mind. And she didn't even care.
"The door's busted. Maybe I can slide this cinderblock against it."
Sandra was impressed that Billy wanted more privacy with her. The musty smell of the storeroom and the dusty pile of tarps where Brenda had been fucked made her heart race. There was even a little spot of dampness there. Sandra her lips. She meant to add her own juices to the spot.
"Not very romantic," she frowned, then grinned broadly. "But I love it!" She threw her arms around Billy's neck and kissed him hard on the mouth. When he got his breath, he looked at her like he was seeing her for the first time.
"You like it?"
"Yes. Now kiss me again." Sandra had forgotten how sweet it was to hold the slender boy in her arms. He was skinnier than either of her other young lovers but he had a way with his hands. They were working under her top right now and as one warm palm supported the weight of her right tit, she groaned and licked Billy's neck.
"Want to sit down?" He gestured toward the pile of tarps.
"I want to lie down."
"You're different somehow. When I first met you I thought you were some bored rich lady or something with a thing about taking pictures. But you seem younger now. It's like you're almost my age."
Sandra slipped her fingers around his cock for that compliment. She had it loose from his skivvies quickly, jacking the tight-fitting skin up and down while Billy's eyes glazed over.
"After the way you acted last time," she pouted, "I thought you were getting tired of me."
"I told you I wasn't going to be a little shit any more." He pulled her head forward and kissed her on the mouth. She squeezed his cock harder, enjoying it all. It was glorious to feel like a teeny-bopper again. Maybe she'd never really stopped being one except in her mind.
They rolled back on the big pile of tarps. Billy's pants were off and she was working his skivvies down. He began to kiss the blue satin of her jogging shorts and she grabbed his head and pulled him hard between her thighs, thrusting her cunt up and down so he could smell the musky dampness that had soaked through the shiny material.
Now Billy was pulling the shorts down, kissing her belly.
"I'm not as flat and firm as those little girls you take out," she said.
"Oh, you're firm enough."
Sandra remembered that the girl Billy had just played with wasn't any competition for her and gained another pound of confidence. "Ohhhh, darling, put your fingers in me! I love you to do that before you get my panties off."
There was something very highschoolish about having her cunt felt through her panties. And when Billy felt around the elastic edge and pressed his middle finger between the plump, hot halves of her cunt, she writhed and panted like it was her first time ever being felt up.
"Yesssss!" She found his cock again and moved down to kiss it. He finger-fucked her while she sucked gently on the head of his prick. She didn't take it into her mouth, just smeared it with her tongue and lips.
"Don't you think it's time? I can't wait any longer. I've waited all day... " She didn't tell him that she'd watched him seduce one of his classmates on that very same tarp. Maybe she'd show him the pictures someday.
She was on her back, her legs drawn up. She didn't have a stitch on now and as Billy wiggled his slim body down between her parted knees, she cooed and opened her mouth to be kissed. He thrust at her and she caught his cock in both hands and pressed it against her clit. The throbbing heat was incredibly pleasurable. She rubbed herself there, grunting and gasping as the tiny nub expanded with blood and throbbed back against the satin-smooth head of the boy's cock. Her juices were flowing freely now, making everything smack sexily as she rubbed herself.
"Ohh, Billy, Billeeee!"
"Let me put it in you," he panted, rubbing his mouth across her tits. He sucked a nipple between his teeth and Sandra felt it growing, thickening with excitement as his tongue lolled wetly across its surface.
She arched her back, pressing her chest up for him to keep nursing. "Uhhhhhh!"
"You've got the nicest tits," Billy murmured, sucking harder.
Sandra slid his cock down her slit and pressed the head against the tight muscles of her hole. Then she wiggled frantically, feeling the flared edge of his cockhead slide into her cunt. As her opening closed down in back of his knob, she gave a shivery movement, rolling her ass, fucking up and down, moaning all the time. Her other nipple was deep inside Billy's mouth and he was ravishing in with his tongue.
"You naughty boy!"
"Yuuummmmm," he breathed, his nostrils flared as he nursed on her tit.
Sandra closed her legs high around him, her ass working steadily as the boy thrust his cock deeper. She felt every inch of his penetration. She loved it! Loved fucking. She wanted to spend the rest of her life doing it.
She let Billy pin her arms over her head. It was something new for him and the wild look in his eyes told her how much it excited him. His long, slim cock lurched harder inside her and the tip bulged with hot blood. He thrust harder, biting her shoulder as he held her arms down against the tarp.
"Nhhhuhhhh," she whimpered, trying to sound like a young girl who was being taken against her will. She worked her hips in a frenzy as the boy's breathing became ragged and wild. His cock was going so deep!
"Goddamn! Ohh, Sandruuhhhh!"
She tightened her cunt, pulling at him with her velvet flesh. She was very spongy and slick and feverish and she could almost guess what it must be like to this trembling young stud.
"Sandra... damn!"
She took the first shot of cum right at the opening of her womb. Her insides seemed to drink it up, absorbing the potent sap almost as soon as it spurted from the boy's cocktip. She rode him up from the tarp, humping her back down into it, wiggling in a frenzy of lust as he plowed and fucked and jabbed at her glossy cunt flesh. Her folds smacked as he pressed against her in the throes of his climax. She dug her nails into his shoulder and cried out as her own excitement quickened to match his.
"Don't... stop!" she babbled.
Billy didn't. He was going like a wildman now. His mouth fell open across one of her nipples and she pressed it between his lips with trembling fingers. He took the hint and began to suck strongly on the hot nub of flesh. That was all she needed.
She exploded, her cunt tightening suddenly as the spasms cut through her.
"Ahhhhh!"
For a long time they lay there. Sandra continued to move her hips gently, enjoying the soft, messy rub of her pussy around the boy's cum-smeared cock. She loved to feel the tired heaving body of a young boy against her tits. Their bellies were sweaty and every so often Billy would sigh and shudder and relax again. There was something very childlike about an adolescent boy. Trying to be a man but still a child at heart.
"Want to go up to my studio for some more fun?" she whispered into his ear.
Billy smiled. "What kind of fun?"
"Oh, I was getting a little hungry. I don't think you'd mind if I had a snack on your sweet bod, would you?"
"Heck no!"
"Well, then what are we waiting for?"
They got up and Sandra jerked on her panties and shorts without bothering to clean up. By the time they got to the studio she'd be a mess. She didn't care. She was almost ready to go at it again right now.
They peeked out of the storeroom before leaving it, then hurried through the pavilion and across the park to Sandra's car. Billy tagged behind, looking a little bit tired. Sandra had all the energy she could use and then some. She felt as if she were growing younger rather than older.
"Oh hurry up, slowpoke. You men are supposed to be the virile superheroes. You're not getting fatigued are you?"
Billy gave her a weak smile and trotted up alongside her. They reached the car and Sandra pulled away from the curb with a screech of burning rubber. She felt good. She felt great! She decided to stop at a liquor store on the way and pick up a gallon of wine. She was in a partying mood.
By the time they got to the studio, Sandra was already a little bit drunk. She'd let Billy have some wine too and he was laughing and pinching her and making lewd remarks. Remarks that he thought were lewd. To Sandra they were cute. Under the influence of alcohol, he seemed even younger than before.
As soon as she closed the door of the studio behind her, she skinned off her top and poured two glasses full.
"You sit over there with this in your hand," she giggled. "I want some pictures."
Billy stripped down and sat on a high chair with one leg cocked up and the wine glass held at a rakish angle. His cock was still a little glossy with her juice but it was only half hard. Sandra got her camera and lights just right and then went over to change that.
"Just hold still so I can get you into shape," she grinned. She was feeling the wine good and strong. She held his half-hard prick up and began to suck it. She slid her lips down until the soft tip brushed the roof of her mouth. Billy's stomach went hard and the wine glass shook in his hand.
"Yes, that's better." Sandra caressed the spit-glossed length of his prick with careful fingers. Then she went back and cracked off four quick shots while Billy smiled at her.
"I'm dripping cum all over my legs," she frowned, sloshing more wine into her glass. "Think I'll slip into the shower real quick. You just wait here baby... or do you want to get in with me?"
"I'll have some more wine."
As she turned under the hot spray, Sandra thought she heard Billy talking to someone. But the wine was making everything a soft blur. She couldn't think about it. The soap felt good across her nipples. She wanted to fuck Billy again. She almost wished Hal was here too. The thought jarred her.
"Orgies are definitely out. Not my style." Yet the idea clung. She was excited by it. "No." She shook her head hard as if to remind herself there were certain proprieties that had to be followed.
Toweling herself languidly, she sauntered back into the studio. Billy was just putting down the phone. She gave him a curious frown.
"We're having a party, aren't we?" he asked.
"You called somebody?"
"I'm gonna have some more wine," the boy said, walking unsteadily to the gallon bottle. Sandra stopped him, her hand on his cock, her mouth against his neck.
"Fuck me first. I need a good hot fucking. You just warmed me up in the boathouse... " She pulled him down onto the rug. The studio lights warmed their flesh as they wrestled around until Sandra found herself on top. She sucked his neck and one of his nipples. Billy giggled and squirmed, trying to get free but too weak to resist her lusty attack.
Both of them were drunk. But somehow she managed to get his cock hard and slide herself down onto it. She was kneeling over his body, rocking forward and back with slow, careful movements. His prick hardened more as her soft insides slid up and down its length.
"Nice!"
"Yeah," Billy sighed, watching the sway of her tits over his chest. She pulled his head up and made him suck one of her tits while they fucked with lazy pleasure. But when the knock came at the door, Sandra froze.
"Who is that?"
"Probably Hal. I called... "
"You called?" Sandra bit her lip. "Who told you you could... "
"Hell, I hinted that I'd used the phone. It is a party, isn't it?"
Billy had wriggled out from under her. He reached the door before she could make her spinning mind work. Hal strode into the room with a big smile on his face, despite the fact that his cheeks reddened instantly at the sight of Sandra's nakedness. But the short, muscular kid behind him blushed even more.
"Hi, Sandra." Hal said.
"Who's that?" she asked, glancing toward the other boy.
"This is my friend Ted. He's cool so don't worry about him saying--"
"I never asked... I didn't mean for you to... " She stopped trying to talk as Billy shoved a full wine glass into her hand. She drank quickly. The new boy was staring at her. His nostrils were flared slightly and his chest went up and down as he pulled in lots more air than he needed.
"Ted's on the wrestling team. He's won state three years in his weight class. Show her your muscles, Ted boy."
Ted peeled off his shirt like he'd done it lots of times before in similar circumstances. And Hal hadn't been lying. The kid was built! Sandra swallowed more wine and gazed at his broad chest and rippling belly.
Hal laughed coarsely. "Hell, don't be shy, Ted. Show her the rest."
Ted chewed his bottom lip and shrugged. "I don't know her very well."
Billy pushed Sandra forward from behind. She staggered, almost falling. Someone took the empty glass from her hand. She was less than a foot from the new boy now. She felt panicked. Like these guys had ganged up on her. Yeah, the phrase was one all women knew. Gang-bang. Ted undid his belt.
"Help him off with his clothes," Hal said, giving Sandra another push. She looked at Billy but his eyes were as hard as the smile on his face. She touched Ted's shoulders and a hot tingle went through her. The kid's black hair hung over one eye. His olive complexion was flawless and his brown eyes had a certain look to them. His mouth was wide and soft.
"Kiss him, Sandra," Hal put in.
"Yeah," Billy added, "before he comes in his skivvies."
Ted's cheeks darkened again. Sandra wished she wasn't so drunk. She wished that the boys wouldn't taunt her. Her palms wee sweating where they touched the new boy's shoulders. She squeezed slowly, letting him feel her nails. God, his mouth was pretty. She closed her eyes and tilted her head and kissed him. The brush of his lips was ecstasy. She pushed her tongue between them. The boy's hands were at her waist now. His pants fell as he let them go. Now only his skivvies covered his cock.
Billy sneaked behind and jerked them down. Ted's cock jumped upward, slapping damply against her belly. Sandra gave a moan and one of her hands darted down. The boy closed his eyes as her nails cut into the firm, hot meat.
CHAPTER TEN
"Suck him," Hal said, his voice husky.
"Yeah, let's make her suck him."
"Why don't you guys lay off?" Ted snapped. His fingers tightened at Sandra's waist. She was panting, half wasted with the wine, but loving the touch of the boy's mouth as he hugged her closer. He kissed her ear. She was a teenager again. A helpless girl about to be mauled by three young studs on a spree. Billy had stripped off his clothes and he pressed up against her back. Ted gave him a warning look but Billy didn't appear to be scared much.
"Hey, man, let's not fight over her. She's willing to take us all on."
"No!" Sandra whimpered, but it was a weak whimper.
"Down," Hal growled, pushing her shoulders. She whimpered again but knelt in front of Ted. His cock came up to her mouth. "Now suck him Go on!"
Ted glared at Hal. "Don't be rough on her, man. She's okay."
"You falling in love at first sight?"
"No but... "
"Look,, you know why we came up here. So why the hassle?"
"Yeah," Ted mumbled. "But I never ganged a chick before."
"She's no chick. She's a lady. Cool off and have some fun."
Sandra was holding Ted's cock with both hands. The foreskin still partly covered his cocktip and as she squeezed him, it began to retract. She gave a sudden moan and pushed her soft, wet lips across his knob. Ted shuddered and his fingers slipped up to the sides of her head.
Billy drifted closer. "Why doesn't Ted lie down?
Then one of us could fuck her while she sucks him."
"Good idea, Billy boy." Hal gave Ted's shoulder a little shove. "Sound good, Ted?"
"I don't know, man."
"Don't knock it until you've tried it." Billy pulled Sandra's head back, letting the cock she'd been sucking pop free of her lips with a sexy sound. She began to whimper again. Hal was pulling her arms behind her as he made her crawl on her knees. Ted was on his back on the rug now, his cock resting up across his muscled belly. It was a long one, Sandra noticed. Long and sleek and hot. The knob was enormous. But they always seemed like that! She was wild for sucking cock.
The hands holding her arms let go. She was on her hands and knees, Ted's cock directly below her face. A brief scuffle began over who was going to 'have first shot at her pussy. Hal won. She felt his thighs warm against hers. His belly against her asscheeks. Then he moved her pussy flesh gingerly with the hot head of his cock. She remembered how big it was.
"Ohhhh!" she squealed as the head dilated her muscles and stabbed inside. She clutched Ted's pulsing cock and began to lick the underside of it with long, slow movements of her tongue. Ted squirmed his hips happily. He was breathing deep and fast.
Now Sandra coated his balls with her spit. She took each spongy egg into her mouth and sucked it through the thin sac. Ted made sounds in his throat that she'd never heard before.
Hal thrust forward, holding her hips with his strong hands, his mouth wetting the nape of her neck as she bobbed her head over Ted's hard cock. She found the tip and worked it between her lips. Spit trickled out everywhere. She slurped hungrily, her tongue dancing and flicking across the turgid surface. Inside her, soft flesh was being plowed apart. Hal trembled as he forced three more inches into her cunt.
Sandra's mind did flip-flops. She had never been touched in so many places at once. And to have two throbbing cocks sliding in and out of her mouth and cunt... it was just too erotic. Her breath hissed in her nose. Her fingers dug into Ted's muscled thighs as he parted his legs a little more. Then she caught his balls and squeezed them in her palm as she slid her lips up and down the full length of his pulsing cock.
"Uhhhh," the boy gasped, his hard belly sucking in under his ribs.
Behind her Hal was fucking her slowly and powerfully. When his cock went in to the hilt, he lifted her knees off the floor a little before sliding it back out again. Her clasping pussy seemed to suck after him, begging to be filled again. Then that ridged crown would plow forward and her pink, slickened flesh would part before it like ocean waves. Billy stood by her side, watching it all. When she heard a steady slapping sound, she realized he was beating his meat.
"Jeeeesus, your mouth is soft," Ted panted. He was very hard and the tip of his cock shivered as she let the inside of her cheek rub across it. She lolled her tongue against his lobes, let her tonsils close tightly around his cockhead. Sandra was surprised that it didn't even choke her. Hal gave a happy growl.
"Yeah, baby, you're good fucking too."
"Hey, when do I get a chance?" Billy put in.
"You've had your share. Let us two enjoy the pretty lady."
Ted closed his thighs slowly and opened them again. Sandra's mouth dripped hot spit as he let it ride up and down and his cock. She was in heaven. Her cunt ached for release and the more she sucked the dark-haired boy's cock and the more Hal thrust his huge prick into her cunt, the closer she got.
"Yhhuuuuhh!" she gasped, working her hips from side to side.
"Oh wow!" Hal cried, his body tensing.
Sandra plunged her hips faster. Her cunt muscles squeezed rhythmically, pulling at the hot knob of Hal's cock. The boy groaned again and his body shuddered as the first jolt went through him. She was getting it now. A stream of hot cum trickled down the inside of her thigh. Her head bobbed faster as she sucked hard at Ted's cock. She used the soft trough of her tongue to caress his swollen lobes. The olive-skinned boy arched his back suddenly and a look of pleasant torture cut across his face.
The cum was sweet and hot and Sandra loved every explosion. Her throat worked as she forced it down as fast as it poured from Ted's pricktip. The boy wallowed around in a frenzy, grabbing at her head with both hands as she nursed the stringy cum from his body. The sound of her cummy cunt still being fucked while her mouth slopped up Ted's spurting jism was a sound Sandra would never forget.
"Nhhhuuummmmm," she murmured, using the tip of her tongue to urge the cum out.
"Goddamn!" Hal cried out. His cock was being pinched as the spasming hunger of her cunt drew his potent cum deep into her body. He clutched at her hips, his eyes shut, his mouth open. But somebody was pulling at her, trying to push her over.
Hal stumbled sideways on his knees, cursing Billy soundly. Billy had jerked Sandra's head away from Ted's cock too and was rolling her onto her back. Then his own hard prick was shoved between her lips.
Sandra whimpered and took it to her throat. The boy pumped three times and hot cum boiled onto her tongue. Sandra gulped it down but now her mouth was overflowing. Rivulets of jizz coursed down her chin and neck. Her cheeks were glossy with the stuff.
"Ghhhaaaahh!" she cried tonguing Billy's cock as he came with convulsive jerks of pleasure. But then Billy too was shoved away and Ted threw himself down on top of her. His cock was still hard as he pushed it between her legs. She closed her arms around the strong kid's middle and pumped her ass furiously. His cock stayed hard!
"How are you doing this?" she whispered, liking Ted the best of them all.
"Even when I was younger I could always come twice." He kissed her cummy mouth, not minding the taste. "Not much comes out the second time, but... it's... good!"
He was jerking, fucking, thrusting his beautiful cock in and out of her pussy. She saw the dazed look of ecstasy cross his face. She felt his cum join that of Hal's. Her insides convulsed then, milking him, sending her into choking cries as her climax spun her around.
Sandra's feet thudded against the floor as she writhed under the short, strong boy's hard fucking. He kissed her with his soft mouth, dug his strong hands into her thighs. They lurched around, smearing cum across the rug.
When Sandra came out of her half-faint of sexual exhaustion, the boys were sitting around her talking excitedly. The jug was passed and glasses filled. Ted smiled softly at her and held out one glass for her.
"Hey, the lady's awake. Here, Sandra."
She especially liked the way he'd said her name. She drank the wine greedily. She didn't want to think about what had happened. It had been too good. She didn't need a wheelbarrow full of guilt to dull that pleasant edge. What she needed was more wine.
"You wicked little boys," she scolded. "You had this planned... " The harsh knock on the door cut through their laughter.
"Hey," Hal hissed, "we didn't invite anybody else."
"Building manager," a strident voice called out.
Sandra's heart stopped for a moment. By the time it started again she was on her feet, grabbing for her clothes.
"Oh, shit."
Billy was up now too. He looked as if he were about to be beheaded. "What do we do, Sandra?"
"I don't know about you guys, but I'm going out the fire escape."
"Open up!" the manager shouted. "I've seen all these young kids traipsing up here at all hours after school. And I've got a good idea what's going on!"
Sandra took one last slug from the wine jug. She had her shorts, top and shoes on and one foot out the window. "Bye, all," she said, clutching the window ledge for support.
"But, Sandra, wait... " She heard the door burst open before she reached the street. The metal ladder swung down against the alley with a clang and she hurried down and ran as fast as she could. But the wine had knocked her sense of balance askew. She bumped an empty garbage can with her hip and sent it rolling. "Goddamn it all... " A cab screeched to a halt as she waved and she slipped into the backseat.
"You look like you've been jogging, lady."
"Yeah, that's it. Take me home, willya?" She sucked in air. "I've run enough for today."
"Tell me where home is and I'll get to driving." Sandra told him.
As soon as the cab stopped in front of her house she was out. She got some money out of the cookie jar and returned to the street to pay him. Back in the house again, she felt that something was not quite as it should be. Her daughter's jacket was flung on the back of a chair but the place seemed so quiet. Then she saw a boy's jacket there too. Ruth's bedroom was empty too. Sandra drew in a quick breath. The playroom! Sandra descended the basement steps as quickly and quietly as she could. And there they were. She had to lean hard against the doorway as her eyes went wide.
Her prudish daughter Ruth was stark naked in the middle of the playroom rug. And between her slender, uplifted thighs a boy was plunging wildly, his cock stabbing the girl's hot cunt. The boy was Jack!
For a moment Sandra was too much in shock to even say anything. She could see the ravished look on Ruth's young face and the look of happy conquest on Jack's. She could see how her daughter was moving. Moving like she liked it. Her boyish ass dipped one way and then the other. Her small tits were flushed with the excitement and her long, thin arms clung tightly around Jack's back.
"Oh, Jack, ohhhh, god, ohhhh, right there!" Her feet pawed the air above Jack's ass as he forced his cock very deep into Ruth's tight cunt, touching something she liked very much to be touched.
"Okay, you two!" Sandra fanned the light switch and walked forward, hands on her hips. "Let's break it up, goddamn it."
"Mama!" Ruth kicked furiously, sending Jack rolling way, his cock shiny with her juices. "Mama, he made me lie down and do just awful things!"
"Yeah, I understand, sweety. But you'd better run upstairs and start packing. I think we're going to have to move away from this town."
Jack was grabbing for his clothes, keeping one eye on Sandra.
"I'm sorry about all this," he mumbled.
"Yeah, I'll bet you are."
"I didn't want to, Mama," Ruth blurted as she held her dress against her nakedness. "Jack made me do it!"
Sandra put an arm around her daughter. Somehow she felt closer to her now than she ever had.
"It's okay, baby. We'll talk about the facts of life later. But meanwhile let's get the hell out of this town. I think I'm tired of it."
As Jack hustled up the stairs with his pants in his hand, Sandra watched his firm, muscled ass and sighed. But there would be others. There were always others.
