Author: Dayvid Notellin ([email protected])
Title: The Happy MILF
Part: Part 1
Summary: Juan was the luckiest boy in the
world, with a MILF to fuck whose husband not only understood, but
encouraged. But y'know, if one boy-toy
is good, six is better!
Keywords: MFmmmbbb
(45/35/13/13/13/12/11/10), Ageplay, Teen, Preteen, PT, Pedo,
Date: 08/08/2016
[ This is a complete story in
One Part ]
[Requested storyline. Quite condensed due to size constraints. To do this storyline justice, it would have
to be about five times this long.]
"Mmm... lower honey, if you don't
mind."
Juan didn't mind. Not one little bit! At 35,
Mrs. Nemo was still gorgeous. With dark blonde hair framing her pretty face and
accentuating her warm brown eyes, she was almost pretty enough that one might
fail to notice her figure. Almost but not quite. Standing 5'5" and all of
a buck-fifteen, it was hard to fathom where she got her curves from. Especially
the top curves, which weighed in at 38D's.
Juan knew thought. The fact was that she had
very little padding elsewhere. She was one of those women who worked hard to
maintain a firm body, and it showed in the fact that she could still fit into
her wedding dress or probably even her old high school cheer leading outfit!
He knew this because he was often given the opportunity to feel that body.
Directly.
"Oh yes, sweetie, that's better,"
she cooed in that silky voice, her body undulating slightly under his
oil-slicked hands.
His hands worked her lower back, smearing the
sun-tan oil around, kneading it into her skin. It was a thrill for him of
course. At thirteen, Juan rarely got this close to a barely-clothed girl much
less a barely-clothed woman! And he figured on continuing that trend while
helping his Uncle Emilio with his grounds keeping business over the summer. It
was hard work, but Emilio paid him a bit and it got him out of the house. It
also got him into the rich neighborhoods, where he and his uncle worked,
largely unseen by the clients.
Mrs. Helen had seen him though. On his very
first visit, she'd offered him a glass of lemonade and had started talking to
the boy. Juan had been nervous at first, but she seemed so nice, and
he'd warmed to her quickly enough. Emilio had warned him to keep things on the
down-low because they were supposed to be invisible. But when a client actually
talked to him, he was to be polite and respectful and do whatever they asked.
Juan had, and Mrs. Helen took to chatting with him regularly, befriending the
boy. So when Mrs. Helen asked Emilio to "borrow" him one day for
"extra chores for extra pay", neither Emilio nor Juan thought twice
about it.
As it turned out, there was a lot of
"extra work" the Nemo's needed done, and it became a regular thing for
Emilio to leave his nephew to earn a few extra coins while he moved on to the
next job, swinging back for him on his way home. Most of the extra work was
light and easy a nice change from the hard grounds keeping his uncle usually
had him doing. And Mr. and Mrs. Nemo were both nice to him. They soon became
quite comfortable around each other so much so that Mrs. Nemo didn't even
seem to mind the boy nearby when she was sunbathing.
The first time it'd happened, Juan had been
shocked. Not at the nudity he'd seen scantily-clad women before of course.
But at the fact that this beautiful woman had gone back into the house in her
usual casual attire, and come back out a few minutes later wearing a bikini.
And to make it even more scandalous, her husband had been out doing some chore
or other. But he'd taken it in stride. If she didn't care, why would he? Only
by the time he left that day, he had a stiff neck from trying to look, while
looking like he wasn't looking. He was pretty sure she'd caught him staring a
few times, but she didn't say anything.
The second time was on his very next visit
and on every subsequent visit. It soon became apparent that Mrs. Nemo not only
didn't mind him present, she even seemed to enjoy his looking at her. Most of
the time when she "caught" him staring, she just smiled before
returning to her book or tablet. They were friendly smiles. Warm smiles. Even
welcoming smiles, and Juan became bolder about his ogling her until he didn't
even pretend to not look, nor did she pretend to mind him looking. Even when
Mr. Nemo was around she wordlessly encouraged the boy to look, and it seemed,
so did Mr. Nemo. It was as if the couple enjoyed the young boy looking at her
increasingly-naked body.
And it was increasingly naked. What
had started out as a relatively modest bikini for sunbathing, got changed out
for something less, and then again for something even smaller. Bikini changed
to Mini-Bikini, and finally to Micro-Bikini! Not only that, but she would spend
large amounts of time spreading on tanning oils, her hands sliding over her
skin in ways that would make even the most jaded man take notice. Juan spent
most of the time at the Nemo's with a perpetual erection fortunately hidden
by his jeans, of course, but sometimes growing quite uncomfortable to the point
that he'd have to "rub one out" in the restroom while taking a
"potty break".
That would have been bad enough, but on top
of everything else, she would occasionally ask him to rub oil on her back. The
first time, her husband had been off on another errand, so at least there was a
nominal excuse. But the second time he was right inside, and she could have
called him. She didn't though, and Juan didn't either. By fourth or fifth time,
it seemed natural not to panic when, in the midst of rubbing her back,
Zach walked out with fresh lemonades, saw his wife being oiled by the boy, and
just grinned. "She has nice skin, doesn't she Juan?" he'd asked.
Guilt and oily hands had made Juan drop the
glass, and there followed much apologizing, which both members of the couple
laughed off. Zach went on to great lengths to tell the boy that it was
perfectly okay, and that the appreciated Juan helping his wife out. And he
retained that attitude as the bikinis grew smaller and the oiling moved from
her back and shoulders to include her legs and ass. Eventually there was little
of the woman's body that the boy's hands weren't quite familiar with, and still
the husband didn't seem to mind. If anything, the 40-something man seemed to
actually encourage the boy to touch his wife!
In actual fact, that was exactly true. Zach
and Helen had been married for twenty-one years, and knew each other quite
well. Unlike many couples, they'd actually discussed their sexual
peccadilloes, discovering many points of common interest that served to keep
their sexual fires well-stoked. One such was his wife's interest in young men.
When they'd first discussed it some ten years earlier, she'd admitted to
finding "young men" attractive in the "nearly legal" range
a not-too-uncommon fetish, he knew. Seventeen-year-old boys were often fit
and sexy and desirable to women in the same way that girls of that age were
attractive to most men of any age. But over the intervening years, that
number had shrunk. Since they'd always enjoyed a deep level of trust and
supported each other completely, he'd continued to encourage her to share her
desires with him. They'd done some role-playing along those lines, but as he
was in his 30's and 40's, it wasn't very convincing. Still, whenever she found
a kid particularly sexy, he'd encourage her to talk about it while they made
love, which invariably led to hotter-than-usual sex.
So when she'd come to him expressing her
interest in Juan, he of course supported her completely with the caveat that
they'd have to play it careful. If the kid balked at any point, they'd have to
pull out without hesitation. But she had a plan, and he was willing to go along
with it unless and until. It was a good call on his part. The first time Juan
had ogled her, she'd fucked Zach's brains out that night like her pussy was on
fire. This happened again and again, with every bit of progress they made, and
now he couldn't see Juan rubbing oil on his wife's thighs without getting an
erection in anticipation of how she'd be that night.
Eventually though, even Helen's patience ran
out. It was a warm summer morning, and Juan was driving her crazy as she lay on
her stomach, his hands gliding down her back, rubbing the oil in. She could
feel how wet she was, and knew that a more experienced man would know by her
scent that she was horny as hell.
"Mmm... lower honey, if you don't
mind."
Juan didn't mind. Not one little bit! He let
his hand glide lower, until the fingertips were brushing against the
"T" where the string around her waist connected with the string
coming out from between her cheeks. He knew well that it would take relatively
little motion to get glimpses of what lay between those cheeks, and he was
contemplating excusing himself for a "restroom break". The oil on his
hands would feel wonderful on his super-hard cock as he rubbed one out!
"You kids having fun?" Zach said
from behind him, startling him. He'd been hoping for a glimpse between her
cheeks again.
"He's driving me crazy," Helen said
in a shaky voice as she flipped over. Both could clearly see how hard her
nipples were as the poked lewdly from the scant covering. "I swear to God,
if this boy was a few years older, I'd take him upstairs and make him a
man!"
Juan's eyes bulged. Was she saying what it sounded
like she was saying? Suddenly he found it difficult to breathe. His heart
seemed to want to jump out of his throat and he felt dizzy. He was also
terrified. It was one thing to let a boy rub oil on his wife, but what if he understood
it right Mrs. Nemo was saying was true, how could the man not want to
kill him? He looked at Mr. Nemo, fully prepared to apologize, run, or try to
fight.
To his amazement, the guy was grinning,
holding out a glass to his wife. "Yeah huh? Poor little you! I bet Juan
here's at least twice as horny as you are! I bet his pecker's almost painfully
hard! Hell, mine is, and I'm only watching him fondle you!" Zach knew his
wife well enough to know that her words meant that she was ready, willing, and eager
to give herself to the boy. And she knew she could trust him to support her
play, and she was right. Besides, it was true he was rock-hard. Over
the weeks and months, he'd become conditioned to arousal whenever his wife was
worked up over a young boy. So he'd back her play completely, and do everything
he could to help it happen. He looked at Juan. "You seem shocked Juan.
Didn't you know that Helen here loves to feel your hands on her? She enjoys it
very much, and would love for you to touch her everywhere. But of
course, if you don't want to..."
He left it there virtually certain he kid
would take the bait. Hell, he'd seen the lust in the kid's eyes often enough,
and knew damned well the boy beat off in the bathroom at least once every time he
came over. Zach's only concern was that the kid would cum in his underpants
before his wife even got a chance at the goodies. Casually, he sat down in one
of the pool chairs, sipping his own iced tea, trying to put the kid at ease by
his actions and gentle tone.
Juan was dumbfounded, but not stupid. If this
was really happening, he sure as hell wasn't going to say
"no"! Zach, as always, seemed friendly to him not pissed at all
and Mrs. Helen's hand had moved to her nipple and was teasing it lightly as she
watched the boy with an expression that could only be read as
"hopeful". He gulped, took a deep breath, and looked Mr. Nemo in the
eye. "I..." his voice cracked and he swallowed again. "I want
to," he said. He'd wanted to say more, but the look on Mr. Nemo's face
told him it was enough.
"Well then, go ahead!" he grinned.
"Honey, I bet he'd like that top out of the way, would you mind?" But
it was moot. The woman had already released the front clasp and her full, firm
breasts were out in the open.
Juan turned to look... and so it began...
Today was the day, Juan could feel it in his
bones. Well, one bone in particular. He'd been working for weeks to put
together his "crew". First of course, he'd had to establish his bona
fides, or his "boner-fides", as his friend Zach formerly Mr. Nemo
liked to joke. To do that, Zach had supplied him with a cell phone, pre-loaded
with a number of photos of his wife in gradually greater states of undress. The
first several didn't show her face of course that would come later, as would
the photos that included Juan himself.
The three of them had discussed it in great
detail after Helen formerly Mrs. Nemo and Juan had been fucking a while. Of
course the first time had been horribly awkward for the boy Zach had had to
show him almost everything about sex. But he'd been a patient teacher, and
Helen had been an excellent teacher's-aid. He'd shown the boy every part of her
body and how best to stimulate it, stopping as-needed for Helen to suck Juan's
cock until he exploded in her mouth and could focus on the next lesson. By the
time his uncle had retrieved him, he'd been a very happy and very tired
young man. "Young man" meaning he'd actually had his cock inside a
woman's pussy.
He'd thought it would be the happiest day of
his life, but he was wrong. He found that while the first time was amazing,
things only got better with practice. The next time he visited to "do
work", Zach had been absent and all pretense had been equally missing. As
soon as Emilio left, Helen had taken the boy up to the master bedroom and
they'd spent the next several hours doing things he'd only dreamed about. The
woman was as insatiable as the thirteen-year-old boy, and once again he'd left
completely exhausted.
For Zach's part, he found that he'd been
wrong. His wife hadn't been as turned on as possible in their pre-Juan
talks about her fucking kids. Once she started actually fucking the kid,
her libido had gone into overdrive, and he'd barely got in the front door when
she'd tackled her husband, straddled him, and sunk her freshly-multiply-fucked
pussy on his cock. He felt like he could actually feel the boy's loads
inside her, sloshing around his cock as she rode him hard to a climax that left
them both sweaty and shaking and an even larger load filling her cunt. That
night Zach had performed three times a feat he'd not managed in more
than ten years and still the woman wanted more! Fortunately, they had a
selection of toys to work with, and by the time the next day rolled around, she
was actually glad that Juan only showed up twice a week. Her pussy was sore!
But she was ecstatic.
Everything was fine for a few weeks, but as
it turned out, Helen was more than even two eager studs one thirteen, one
forty-five could handle. She wanted more, and now that she'd had a sample of
what a young boy could do, stamina-wise, she definitely wanted to try for a
second. She and Zach discussed it, and the next time Juan visited after
they'd fucked her as thoroughly as they could manage they brought him into
the discussion as well, presenting him with their plan.
To be fair, Juan didn't really need any
encouraging. For weeks he'd been getting thoroughly sexed by one of the
prettiest, sexiest women he'd ever seen. So it was only natural that he'd want
to brag about it. But he well knew that he couldn't. So when Zach and Helen
offered him both the approval and the means to do so, he leaped at the chance.
And so over the next several weeks, in addition to regular fucking, sucking,
fisting, blowing, and so on, they also guided him in discovering and vetting
prospective kids to join in the fun.
As it turned out, it was ridiculously easy to
find boys who were willing to fuck a woman, but horribly difficult to
find ones who could be trusted. The couple coached and drilled and questioned
Juan in depth about his friends, telling him what pictures to show, what
questions to ask, how to root out the liars. All boys lie about sex of course,
but they needed to separate the usual lying among boys from lies which
indicated actual dishonest tendencies.
Finally though, they had narrowed down the
prospects to a "gang" of five more boys whom they all felt
comfortable bringing into the game. The second they agreed on was Stu. A year
younger than Juan, the twelve-year-old kid was tall and lanky, with
chocolate-brown skin and a shy but sweet personality.
Next was Terry. Pretty much the opposite of
Stu, Terry was also thirteen, but stocky. Beefy. Like most bigger boys, he was
a bit pushy and bossy, but never crossed over to becoming a bully, and he
didn't let his cadre become bullies either, which spoke well for his character.
Freddy was only eleven, but had already
gotten something of a reputation for being the bad-boy type. His father was a
biker, and he probably would be too, but at least he wasn't the scumbag type of
biker. The guy had a real job and raised his son right, so Freddy, while
superficially "bad", nevertheless had scruples, even if they were a
bit on the questionable side by "polite society". Of all of them,
Freddy was the only one who wasn't a virgin, having talked his babysitter into
bed a few months back. Of course everyone thought he was lying, but Zach and
Helen recognized the markers that indicated it was true.
The baby of the group was Mikey. A small,
nerdy ten-year-old, Mikey was as is often the case a total pervert. He knew
how to get around his parent's "internet protection" programs, and
had feasted on the porn out there ravenously. Consequently, he had a few
misconceptions about women and sex, but was otherwise fine. He was also quite
eager to actually do all the things he'd read about, and had few limits
about what he was willing to try. When Juan had first started "sounding
him out", the kid had invited him over to jack off together while watching
porn, and when Juan had mentioned that he might know someone who'd fuck
them, he'd offered the older boy a blowjob if he could make it happen. Eager.
Finally there was Johnny, the "good
boy" of the group. The son of a local Minister, he was a straight
"A" student. At thirteen he was already planning on his college and
sports career. But as is often the case, the "upstanding" exterior
merely covered an interior of seething perversion. While not as clear on his
sexual goals as Mikey, he was more than willing to fuck anything or anyone a fact
he'd already confessed to when he explained to Juan the joys that a warm
cantaloupe with a hole in it could bring to a horny boy.
By the time the trio were satisfied, each of
the other boys had been questioned, queried, cross-examined. They'd seen
pictures of Helen's body, her face, and even videos clips of Juan fucking her,
of her sucking his cock, and of Zach turning the camera on himself so he could
say "Hi" as he videotaped the kid fucking his wife proof that he
was okay with the whole thing.
The next part was more ticklish. How to get
the parents of six kids to let them stay over with a pervert couple for a night
of debauchery? Clearly there would be lying involved, but how? It wasn't like
Zach and Helen could let their neighbors see six kids all male come over
one night, and leave the next morning!
It took a little doing, but they managed.
Zach rented a cabin easy enough in the off-season, and worked up an overnight
"field trip" for the boys to a museum a way off, far enough that it
made more sense to stay over than to make the trip in one day. Supplemented
with "official forms" on school letterhead, they even charged the
parents a small fee to cover food and lodging (at a group rate, of course). To
sweeten the deal, they made it on a Friday night. Helen was convinced it was
all too transparent, that the parents would see through it. But Zach explained
that most parents would be so delighted to have an unexpected Friday night free
that they wouldn't look too closely at the details. He was right.
The ride to the cabin was pure torture for
the boys Juan because his cock was so hard it ached. After all, he'd been
fucking Helen for a while now, and knew what they were in for. The other kids
though, in the time it took to get there, were busy fighting off their doubts
and fears. After all, how could it possibly be true that this beautiful
woman, who they'd actually met now (she was driving the van) would be doing
sexual things with them? Of them all, only Freddy seemed at ease, though that
could have been just part of his bad-boy faηade.
When they saw the secluded cabin of course,
every horror movie they'd ever seen came to mind. Was this a couple of psychos
who'd lured them here to be killed? They looked so nervous that Zach finally
had to step up. "Okay boys, here we are. And yes, this really is
your lucky day. There's two bedrooms plus the Master. Grab your bags and pick
rooms three to a room. Helen and I get the Master. Stow your gear and take
showers. Helen and I will get some food ready and meet you out at the hot
tub." The boys began to relax. Psycho killers didn't assign chores or tell
you to wash behind your ears. They grabbed their overnight bags and made their
way to the cabin when Zach called to them to stop.
"And boys, here's a little something to
encourage proper bathing and no delays," he said. The boys turned around
and saw that he was standing behind his wife, lifting her blouse up to show her
gorgeous breasts. They stood there, stunned. It was one thing to see pictures,
but this was real! Zach dropped the blouse. "Get going!" he
said, and the boys scrambled.
Less than twenty minutes later, the boys
arrived as a group at the hot tub. Zach was cooking on the grill while Helen
was soaking in the bubbling water. Glimpses told the boys that she was topless,
if not naked, and their swim trunks tented. All of them tried to hide it at
first except for Juan, who stood upright, proudly letting the adults see his
bulge.
"Lovely Juan!" Helen said,
motioning him closer. Reaching up she gently ran her fingertip over the bulge,
making the boy shiver with pleasure. "What a sweet cock you have
Juan," she said. "I can hardly wait to suck it!"
Juan grinned at the other boys, who stood
there, jaws hanging as he pulled his shorts down, exposing himself to the
woman. Instead of screaming at him, or turning away, Helen reached up again,
rising part-way out of the tub to reach the boy's cock, her wet breasts visible
to all as she guided the boy's cock to her mouth. Slowly and deliberately she
sucked the boy's penis between her lips, closing her eyes with obvious pleasure
as Juan's hands moved down to hold her head as if he'd done this a thousand
times before.
He'd been waiting so long for this. To be
getting a blowjob from this beautiful woman, in front of his friends,
was almost more than he could handle, and then it was more than he could
handle. With a gasp of pleasure, his balls unleashed their load into the
woman's mouth. Helen grunted, sucking the cum from his stiff dick with
practiced lips and tongue. Beneath the water her fingers were plunged deep into
her pussy and she came so hard she had to fight to keep her balance. She was
sucking a thirteen-year-old boy's cock while five other young boys watched!
It was every perverted dream she'd had for the past ten years all coming true
at once, and the perversity of it inflamed every fiber of her being. Her pussy
fluttered and squeezed her fingers so hard it hurt, her juices washing away in
the water only to be replaced with a fresh flood, and the waves went on and on.
"Okay guys, who's up for some
food?" Zach called out, finally breaking the spell. Helen's eyes opened.
It took her a moment to find her way back to Earth, but as her mind un-fogged,
she recognized the wisdom of her husband's interruption. She'd have been happy
to take on the whole gang right here and now! But it was probably better to let
them get some food they'd need the energy soon enough. And it would help them
to relax a bit, get to know her, so they'd be less nervous.
Lewdly she licked Juan's cock clean, in the
open for all to see, before releasing it. "Thank you Juan," she said,
smiling up at him. "Your cum is a delicious appetizer!" The other
boys gasped, then gasped again as she climbed out of the hot tub, stark naked.
She turned to face them. "Well boys, now do you believe this is happening?"
Zach laughed, and it was infectious. After
they all got it out of their system, Helen donned a robe and focused on feeding
the boys. While the dinner was good enough, the sexual tension was incredible,
and Helen's pussy drooled constantly, much as the tenting in the boys' shorts
never declined. And Helen played it up, complimenting and flirting with each of
the boys in turn. For his part, Zach took pains to speak with them not as kids,
but as young adults, encouraging them to look at her, talk openly, and relax.
Before long, they were all touching her, and she them, lightly but openly.
Helen's nipples were turgid, clearly on display through the terrycloth of the
robe, while all the boys touched and looked, Mikey seemed to have a specific
fascination for them, licking his lips often and gulping, as if salivating
because he was.
After everyone had eaten, Zach invited them
all into the large tub to relax and let their food settle. Naturally several of
them quoted the age-old superstition about not going into water for an hour,
but all joined in after reassurances, and soon they were acting much more
kid-like, splashing one another and playing on the water. It wasn't big enough
for roughhousing or games, and the boys mostly tried to avoid contact with one
another and try for more contact with the naked woman in the pool with them.
They didn't know what to do about Zach. Eventually Mikey slid over to the older
man and tentatively reached out to touch his large member with a nervous smile.
Clearly he was thinking that Zach might want some action too, and he was
willing to try.
Zach smiled, reaching out to tousle his hair.
"It's okay kid. I'm fine, really. You kids just go ahead and have fun with
Helen. It's your night, not mine!" Then he gently pushed the kid
back toward his wife. The boy looked back with a curious expression, possibly a
touch of regret? But he turned his attention back to Helen and forgot Zach
quickly. Zach mused. Should he have taken the boy up on it? He'd never really
had a thing for boys not even young ones. But he was getting pretty
damned horny, and hell, it was a night for experimenting, right? Then he caught
himself. No. This was Helen's night. She'd been they'd been working
toward this for months.
They'd been in the tub for about a half hour
time enough for the food to settle when Helen announced that she was
"getting prune-y". Everyone stopped what they were doing.
Instinctively they all knew what that meant! They watched Helen climb
out of the pool, getting a great look at her firm ass and glimpses of her pussy
as she moved, dried herself, and donned her robe. Then she stood there, looking
at them for a moment with an amused grin. "Well? You guys coming, or
what?"
The water boiled as the boys practically
levitated out of the tub. In moments they were vigorously toweling themselves
dry, their erections painfully obvious as their suits clung to them. Zach
smiled, happy that none of them had accidentally wasted their seed by shooting
off prematurely in the pool. It would have been easy enough - evenZach felt he
could have fired off with little more stimulation than the swirling waters!
Terry of course, pushed to the lead position,
aside from Juan of course. He might be the leader type, but Juan was the #1 boy
in this group. The rest fell in line behind Terry, with shy Stu naturally
taking the lead position, behind even Mikey. He looked to Zach, as if inviting
the man to go in front of him, but Zach just grinned and waved them on. "I
got some clean-up to do down here. You kids have fun." He figured the boys
would be more relaxed without him there anyway.
Helen led the line of boys to the master
bedroom on shaky legs. It was really going to happen! She was going to
get sex sexy boys into bed with her all at once! It was almost too much
to believe, and yet here they were. There was the bed. She was on it. The boys
were all around. She didn't know what to do she wanted all of their cocks in
her mouth all at once!
The boys didn't know what to do either. Juan
was out of his element he'd fucked her plenty of times, and had even erupted
in her mouth in front of his friends. But now? What was the protocol? He'd
already gone once...
To everyone's surprise, it was Johnny who
took the lead. In one smooth motion he slipped his trunks off, his cock
springing up like a diving board, and hopped onto the bed beside the grown
woman. For thirteen he had a nice prick smooth and hard, with balls already
slightly fuzzy. The "good boy" moved up and stuck his dick in the woman's
face. "You wanna suck my dick Helen?" he asked, trying to sound
grown-up
"Oh fuck yes!" she panted
enthusiastically, reaching for his pecker and stuffing it in her mouth. Johnny
was shocked. Like most boys, he'd heard that some women like to suck
dick, but he'd thought it was just a lie men tell to each other to feel better
about "making" girls suck their dicks. After all, for every woman who
supposedly likes it, there's at least twenty who thought it was gross or
"icky" at least in grade school. But here was proof positive that
at least some women did it wholly and completely because they love
doing it.
Instantly he was overcome with feelings he'd
never had before. Sure, he'd jacked off what thirteen-year-old hasn't? But this
was a quantum leap beyond that. The feeling of her warm, wet mouth engulfing
his member, the sight of her pretty face enraptured at feeling his cock slide
against her tongue to probe the back of her throat, and yes, even the pride as
the other boys gasped in surprise and awe at his bravado. All of these combined
to override the boy's safeties, and he exploded in Helen's mouth almost
immediately with a cry of pure shock and pleasure. "Oh Jesus Fucking
Christ!" he shouted the most horrific curse he'd ever heard his father
the Minister utter. His seed scalded his urethra in its haste to shoot into the
woman's mouth. And he was met with another surprise as she greedily gobbled it
down. He could feel her throat working, gulping with each spurt and
then her hands were on his ass, pulling him even deeper into her mouth, until
she'd engulfed not just his cock, but his balls as well! His cock was actually
part-way down her throat! It was so amazing, if he could have cum again right
then, he would have!
Feeling something soft against his leg, he
looked down and saw that while Helen had been sucking his cock, Mikey had
climbed aboard and latched onto her breast. His soft hair rubbed against
Johnny's thigh as he sucked her nipple greedily, as if trying to devour it. The
boy was clearly a tit-man, or tit-boy as the case may be, and he was in heaven
sucking those large, firm breasts!
Not to be outdone, Terry climbed up and was
trying to figure out Helen's pussy. Of course he had the general idea down, but
actually touching one he knew she was delicate down there, and he'd always
had a bit of trouble with that. Being larger and stronger than most boys his
age, he'd sometimes hit someone in play and had actually hurt them. He didn't
want anything like that happening here! Luckily, Juan saw his quandary, and
moved up to assist. He showed the boy how to spread her pussy. Helen was of
course, simply drooling down there, and Terry's first reaction was to
wipe it off like he would any other mess. But Juan laughed and showed him how
to smear it over his fingers to let them slide into the woman's warm pussy
easily. When he followed Juan's lead, his eyes grew wide. Her pussy felt amazing
around his fingers! They squeezed and sucked his digits as if - well, as if her
pussy was alive! He found that he liked the feeling liked it very
much, and when Helen lifted one leg and used her foot to push his hand more
firmly into her, he took the hint. Two digits became three, then four, and
before he knew it, his whole hand was inside her! It felt even more
amazing! It was like... there were no words. The way her entrance gripped his
wrist was incredible it felt like it was sucking his hand!
"Pull it out Terry, then back in. Watch
what happens." Juan, having done this with the woman before was eager to
see what his friend thought of it. Terry did as he was asked, and was amazed
all over again, watching the woman's pussy stretch as his hand pulled out. It
took more effort than he thought, and he was momentarily worried he might pull
too hard, but Juan told him to keep going, and shortly his hand pulled out,
dripping with the milky sauce of the woman's juices, with more leaking out. Her
pussy closed up tight though so tight that he had to feel and push his
fingers back in carefully. But open it did, and soon his hand was back in there
again! It was incredible!
By then, Freddy and Stu had climbed aboard,
their cocks out, and Helen had one in each hand, Freddy's pale cock in
wonderful contrast to Stu's chocolate member. She wanted them both in her
mouth, and pulled them toward her as Johnny withdrew his member, falling back,
exhausted. Neither Freddy nor Stu were comfortable with the idea of touching
each other though, and arched their backs they didn't want to kiss! Even so, Helen's
greed for their cocks brought them both to her mouth. The heads touched, but
the feel of her warm mouth and tongue was far more interesting, and they were
so lost in those feelings that they didn't even notice when their penises
rubbed against each other in her mouth. They didn't care why would they? They
were getting the most amazing sensations from a beautiful naked woman!
Mikey was going crazy on her tits, his cock
rubbing on her thigh. Juan saw this and knew the boy would explode soon, so he
pulled Terry back. "Out buddy, let Mikey in there." Terry started to
complain he loved the feel of the woman's pussy, but recognized that
as amazing as it was, the pussy was meant for more than just fisting. He
withdrew his hand, and Juan took Mikey's hips and guided him to the woman's
pussy much as Zach had once done for him it seemed lifetimes ago! By
instinct, Mikey's cock found the woman's soppy wet pussy, and slid inside with
no effort at all she was well-lubed and well-stretched. Mikey lasted all of
about ten seconds when his whole body shuddered violently with the explosion of
his cock into her gushy pussy. And yet, violent as his climax was, the boy's
mouth simply would not let go of her breast! He continued suckling her
greedily as his nuts emptied into her pussy.
"Aw heck," Stu complained.
"Mikey got his gunk in her! I wanted to fuck her!"
"What?" Terry said. "You mean
you aren't going to fuck her now?"
"I don't want his cum on my unit!"
the boy said uncertainly. "That's just nasty!"
"You're an idiot," Terry said,
shaking his head. "Gimme a hand Juan," he said, and in a moment the
two of them moved Mikey out of the missionary spot the kid would not
release her tit! His own cock penetrated the woman, and his amazement over the
way she felt on his fingers and hand was gone with the deluge of sensations as
her pussy embraced his cock. He fought bravely to hold back his excitement, but
it was a losing battle. Between the feeling of her pussy around his cock and
the sight of her body being used by Mikey, Stu and Freddy, he couldn't hold
back. In moments his own load spewed into her, his own swimmers joining Mikey's
in filling her soaking pussy.
Seeing Terry erupt into her, Freddy wanted in
on the deal. Even while Terry was trying to get his mind together again, the
"bad boy" shoved Terry aside and rammed his own cock into her. Having
experienced a pussy before, he knew something of what to expect. Even so
though, watching the way she was sucking that black cock between her soft pink
lips was sexier than any porno. He knew he wouldn't last, so he doubled down.
He began fucking her as hard and as fast as he could, sending spatters of
pussy-juice and boy-cum flying and making the whole bed shake with his rampant
rutting.
It had the desired effect, and Helen began to
cum again, harder than ever before. She moaned around Stu's choc-cock while
sucking it deep into her throat, and the combo had the expected result with the
kid erupting into her throat with his own shaking, shuddering cries of
pleasure. It was just in time too, as Freddy's passionate pummeling culminated
with a huge gushing climax, filling the whorish woman's pussy with a third load
of boy-cum.
The woman shivered and shook on the bed for
several moments while the boys lay scattered around her like the remains after
a battle, each spent by sensations beyond their wildest dreams except for
Mikey of course, who seemed to have developed lockjaw on the woman's breast and
was still firmly attached. Eventually though, she came to her senses once
again, and opened her eyes to see her husband standing in the doorway, camera
in hand, taking in the carnage with a huge grin.
After a few minutes, he clapped his hands
together. "Okay boys," he announced, "that's enough for now. Why
don't you boys go get cleaned up?" Even through their exhaustion they
found the energy to complain, but Zach cut them short. "Now, now boys. No
whining or Miss Helen here won't be giving you your dessert!"
To their credit, it only took them a moment
to understand what that meant, and they left the room, grinning with
anticipatory glee.