Donnie's young cock was primed and pumping out its cum in hot, rapid spurts into my trembling lips. My hair flew all over as I kneeled over his outstretched body, sucking his hard young cock furiously… taking his big hard cock into my warm, wet lips over and over.
I couldn't get enough of his rigid, cum-spewing cock. I sucked and sucked, fucking my face until I thought my lips would melt from the heat of his throbbing prick.
His cum kept shooting from his hard, tight cock-head and sliding over my fast-lapping tongue, gliding down my throat and making my whole body tremble with lust and feverish passion.
Donnie's body was hit with spasms of incredible, aching pleasure as he shot one big load of hot cum after another into my waiting mouth. Every time he spewed out another wad of cum, I could feel his hard prick swell up and pulsate as the shot burst out through his cock-shaft.
Sucking his prick was like riding a bucking bronco, but I held onto it firmly and my hot lips never left his hard prick. I had that luscious cock in both hands and my mouth was clamped tight over his burning meat.
My tits were flopping around crazily as I bounced and lunged and twisted to keep my lips on his tormented cock. My hair was disheveled and flying. I felt trickles of sweat run down my temples and drop on my erect, quivering nipples.
I drank his cum as fast as he could shoot it into my mouth. He filled my mouth with the precious stuff and made me hotter than fucking hell. My cunt was in flames… bursting at the seams with lustful passion, and the cunt
juice just oozed from me and fell all over the bed as we bounced around.
Donnie was so full of cum that it took him a long time to slow down and reluctantly stop spilling it out of that delicious hard cock of his. He still pumped his prick in soft, involuntary lurches for several minutes before he finally sighed deeply and relaxed… completely spent from my hot cock-sucking.
But I didn't stop just because he did. I went right on bathing him in warm wet laps of my tongue, licking him clean of all the creamy jism he had shot all over himself. I licked up and down his hard prick, wiping him off with my moist, warm tongue until I had washed him completely, even his balls and thighs.
"Whoooeee," he sighed. "You took my breath away, and all my cum, and just about everything else!" He laughed and breathed deeply, trying to get his breath back. It made me feel good to know I'd given him the kind of blowjob he liked.
After a little rest, Donnie and I fucked for about another hour. I came and came once he got that sweet prick of his hard again and began banging my cunt the way I liked it.
We were all over the bed again, tossing and turning and yelling our heads off, fucking each
other so hard my cunt ached and his prick was damned near raw from shoving it in and out.
All this time, Georgic had been sitting across the room, quietly sulking sometimes getting up and going downstairs for awhile. He had a hard-on most of the time, and I guessed that he was jealous and angry about Donnie.
Too bad, I-thought, but I'm not a one-boy woman, no matter how good a fuck Georgie was, anymore than I ever was a one-man woman. I just love to fuck. That's why I'm divorced. I just couldn't keep my pants on when there was a good, hard cock around.
My ex-husband caught me fucking his boss right in the office one day. That was the end of my marriage, and, of course, the boss didn't want to marry me. Not that I wanted another husband, anyway.
I've drifted around since then fucking my male hairdresser-that's right, they're not all gay-and my supermarket manager, and the dry cleaner, and my attorney, to name only a few. I don't like to pick up guys in bars. And, now that I'd discovered boys, fucking men my own age was the last thing on my mind.
Georgie came back into the bedroom as Donnie and I were lying on the bed resting. As strange as it may sound, I'd had enough fucking for one evening. My cunt was singing with pleasure and my body was finely tuned and humming a sweet rhapsody of passion.
Georgie was smiling broadly and I knew there was something on his mind. He had an idea that turned out to be a good one.
"Listen," he said excitedly, "Donnie and I are going away next weekend for an outing with our Scout troop. The Scoutmaster has been trying to line up fathers to go with us as counselors, but I know he still needs at least one or two more. They've never had a woman come along before, but I bet they'd love to have you if you'd do it, Mrs. Burgess! Would you? We'd get a separate tent for you so there wouldn't be anything for anybody to talk about. What do you say?"
Donnie blurted out his excitement before I had a chance to answer. "That's a great Idea!" he said. "Please say yes, Mrs. Burgess. We could have a hell of a time. Georgie and I could come over to your tent in the middle of the night and we could fuck and you could suck us… and I might-even lick your cunt! C'mon! it would be a great fucking weekend!"
I had some misgivings about such a fling, but I had to admit that it was appealing. It
would bring back old memories. The first time I ever got fucked was in the woods with a boy about my own age. We had gone hiking, and he pulled me down on the soft mat of a fir tree grove. It had been wonderful getting a hard cock up my young cunt while gazing up at the sky.
"OK, I'll do it, if the Scoutmaster says it's all right with him," I said.
"Hooray!" Georgie shouted, jumping up and down and dancing around the room naked. His hot young cock bounced up and down wildly as he cavorted around.
Donnie reached over and shoved a finger right up my cunt as his way of saying "thank you." It felt great, but I reluctantly made him withdraw it. We'd fucked long enough for the first time, and I didn't want his mother to get anxious about where he was. It was going on nine o'clock, and I reminded him he'd better get home before she got the police out looking for him. He got dressed and left, thanking me profusely for letting him fuck me and for sucking him off so beautifully.
When he had gone, Georgie came back to bed and we fucked and sucked for another couple of hours before we both fell off to sleep.
I went hom in the morning, my cunt satisfied and happy. But by the time the weekend trip came up, I was horny as hell again, and ready to take on the whole fucking Scout troop in a game of hide the cock. You can guess where I'd let than hide it-right in my hot, fucking cunt!
The Scoutmaster had agreed so quickly and eagerly to my coming along as a counselor that I had some grave suspicions that he might try to fuck me himself. But a need not have worried. I found out later from the boys that he was gay. He had even tried to suck them off on earlier trips, but they were not into that… especially now. All they could think about these days was shoving their stiff young cocks into my ripe and ready pussy. I guess I had turned them on pretty hard.
At the camp, I met all the other counselors, all fathers, and got the usual leers and smiles and corny jokes. They all had hard-ons, I was sure, and I even saw a couple of them shift their cocks and balls in their pants from the strain I was placing on them.
But most of them were middle-aged and paunchy and graying. Not my types, that's for
sure. My eyes were on all the hot young kids running around with their cocks and balls flopping inside their pants, just waiting for a nice shapely older lady to come along and relieve them of all their hot cum.
Since I didn't know anything about teaching them things for their merit badges or advancement tests like how to build a lean-to, or start a fire, shit like that-I was assigned to act as a lifeguard for the boys who were swimming.
I'm an excellent swimmer, and everyone was delighted to discover that I had brought my suit… a skimpy little bikini. I had nine boys down at the lake for a dip and it was my turn to be delighted. I found that all of them were wearing tight brief trunks that clearly outlined their cocks and balls. I was able to pick out right away those that were hung the heaviest and had the hardest hard-ons!
When I walked out on the dock in my bikini… my big soft tits almost falling out of my halter… and the bottom half barely covering my bushy cunt… the kids all whistled and stared.
"Jeez, Mrs. Burgess, you're all right!" cried out Keith Sampson, the patrol leader. "If I was a little older, I'd ask you for a date!"
I was standing right next to him on the dock, and I noticed that he had by far the biggest bulge in his swim trunks. His crotch was just overloaded with hard, straining cock and big, balloon-like balls. He'd been in the water, and his firm, well-built young body was dripping with droplets of lake water. He was a picture of sensuous youth and my cunt churned with excitement as stood next to him.
Moving closer, I looked him straight in the eye, my thigh and my soft tit brushing lightly against his damp skin as I spoke. "Age isn't really important, Keith," I said huskily. "What matters is whether there is the right chemistry between a woman's body and that of her lover. Sometimes a younger boy can be just what an older woman needs."
I was breathing heavily by now, and I felt heavy, delightfully erotic goose pimples all over my body. My shapely curves were engulfeel in them, and Keith must have noticed.
I heard him gasp softly, his heart pounding hard, his eyes a little wide. "That sounds very interesting, Mrs. Burgess, " he said knowingly. "I'll have to look into that." His eyes were right on my cunt as he spoke. I wondered if he meant he'd look into my thoughts about older women and yonger boys… or if he'd look
into my cunt. I hoped it would be both.
Right then, I had an impulse that was unusual, even for a horny cunt like me. "Let's go in the water," I said. "I'll race you out to the floating deck over there! Last one there is a fag!" I knew that would get him, and it did.
We swam briskly, almost neck and neck, the fifty feet to the dock. He beat me by about two yards, which I let him do, because that was part of my plan. He grasped the dock, staying in the water, and I came up behind him, underwater, and firmly grasped his hard cock and those big, beautiful balls.
True, he still had his swim trunks on, but he was so startled that it was easy for me to get behind him and come around his body with my other hand, still underwater, and slip it down the band at the top of the trunks.
I quickly shifted hands and got his whole meaty, throbbing-hard young cock right in my hand. It was like a hard snake. Big around. Beating like an overtaxed heart. Full of youthful vitality, with a wide, smooth cockhead that felt like velvet against my soft fingers.
I rubbed my fist up and down on his confined prick and got my other hand down inside his trunks, too, and began stroking his hot,
soft balls.
Since I was behind him, with my arms wrapped around his taut, quivering body, my big tits were pressed hard against his back. My legs were stroking softly against his ass and thighs… and my cunt ground seductively against his asscheeks.
"Feel good, baby?" I snickered. "Like to fuck a horny lady twice your age? Want to show me what a good fucking a patrol leader can give a hot, wet cunt?"
He was so shocked so surprised and full of aching desire, that he couldn't even answer me at first. But his hot young cock was doing all the talking I needed to hear… or feel.
His sweet prick was so fucking hard I thought it would snap off in my hand. He was gasping for breath as he treaded water, and his cock just got hotter and hotter!
"Yes, my God, yes!" he finally blurted. "But not here. Not in the water. I want to fuck you where we can do it right. I want to fuck you so bad I can already feel your cunt-flesh rubbing against my cock! " He hesitated, then added, "And Mrs. Burgess, would you do something else? Will you suck my cock? I'd like that a lot. I'd love to have you suck my cock!''
He stared at me wide-eyed, almost begging, as though getting his hard prick in my mouth was everything in the world to him.
I smiled benevolently. "Of course, my darling young stud," I said. "I'll suck your cock. You only have to promise that you'll let me have all the cum I can possibly swallow!"