It felt so good that twenty-eight years later, suffering twin assaults from a cock in her cunt and another in her mouth, she still remembered the joy of that sun-dappled afternoon atop the mountain when she and Mr. Hughes had treated each other's snake bite.
But she was thirty-nine now. It was no time to dwell on the past-not when she had a curly-locked thirteen-year-old pumping steadily away between her legs, not believing his good fortune at finally being able to keep it up for more than one hair triggered explosive plunge at a time. The boy had been thrusting steadily, with long, slow strokes as regular as an oil pumping rig, stuffing her cunt to joyous satiation, filling the gaps with a prolonged game of "telephone" as he plugged one nipple of her firm upstanding tits into an ear and talked, licked, kissed and sucked his messages of love into the other. Now was no time to dwell in the past-not as long as little John could give her this kind of a present.
She had been so close to cumming again and explosively, with a gut-wrenching destruction that would make her faint again and leave her drawn and faint that her only salvation had been to get her mind on something else.
She didn't have her mind on it but she had her mouth around it: six solid thumping inches of Albert's fourteen-year-old cock. It was almost enough to make her forget the wonderful things little John was doing to her down below.
The boy's delighted surprise when she had first wrapped her warm lips around his thudding thumper was still evident. He was stiff, straining with his effort not to cum. She waited, her mouth soft and warm around the tip of his tool, but not doing anything to provoke an orgasm in this eager boy. Finally she felt his lean, hard-muscled loins relaxing.
She wondered what she ought to do first. If she did the usual things she knew the boy's raging rod would surrender immediately, would tremble and shudder and spurt its precious load into her mouth before she had time to get used to the taste of a man's cock after all these long lonely years of deprivation, and before the boy had time to learn of the infinite variety of oral delights in store for the dedicated player of the skin flute.
Then she remembered that halcyon day atop the mountain when she and Mr. Hughes had cured each other of snake bite. Carefully, she took her mouth from around the throbbing head of Albert's eager hammer. She sensed his outraged surprise, his mystification as she drew him closer, forced his thighs farther apart and kissed her way up the sensitive underside of his hot throbbing hammer. Then, moving with exaggerated care, she opened her mouth wide and captured his squirming balls. With his just-hairing scrotum enclosed inside her
mouth, Ted took-a deep breath and then began the same long sustained droning hummmmmmm that had driven her crackers the day Mr. Hughes had vibrated his lust against her warm cherry. Hummmmmmm!
Albert's thighs closed convulsively over her ears. He squirmed and twisted, throwing her every way but off as he struggled not to spill his seed under the sustained buzzing tickle of Ted's humming. She felt the throbbing shank of his cock thump where it lay sandwiched between his belly and her face, fucked snugly alongside her nose with its hot thumping head touching her forehead. She felt the warning flutter that meant he would soon flood her with cum. She didn't want to end it that soon. She stopped humming for a moment and managed to get a hand in between their straining bodies.
She squeezed the bead of the fourteen-year-old's cock until his fluttering rush to cum subsided. They lay stiff, intensely aware of each others bodies, feeling the tension build as their minds struggled to prolong pleasure, working in opposition to their bodies which struggled to cum right then!
And little John still played "telephone," switching his mouth and ear from one magnificent tit to the other, switching tits without missing a stroke of his steadfast pumping, feeding long deep steady strokes into her seething snatch, in and out, in and out with a rhythm as dependable as a grandfather dock's.
She felt her belly warm and swirl as her insides loomed over a chasm of orgasm, threatening to melt and overflow with each wonderful plunge. Resolutely, she turned her mind away from the constant in and out, in and out. She pursed her lips once more tightly around Albert's scrotum. With his balls in her mouth, she took another deep breath, wriggled about until she was comfortable, moved the boy's clasping thighs apart a moment to relieve the pressure on her ears, then took another breath and braced herself for action. The boy seemed to sense that something was coming. He scooted closer to her, tried to get a hand on the nape of her neck and draw her in closer, deeper. Ted closed her eyes and went "Hummmmmm."
Down between her tits little John wet his lips, took a breath and, mouth tight over one of her rock hard little virginal nipples, went "Hummmmmm."
It excited Ted with its unexpectedness. She hummed harder and louder about Albert's balls. Little John hummed over both of her nipples, never missing a stroke as his faithful phallus fucked away. She felt her belly churn and gather forces for another orgasm. No! she told herself. Not now! It'll tear me apart, kill me, I've got to get my mind off how good it feels or I'll wail and yodel and shriek and flop around like a fresh-caught fish and I'll scare both these wonderful boys to death. Not now, she pleaded. Just let me relax and enjoy it. I don't want to cum again!
She struggled, shivered, and finally managed to outlast the spasm. Carefully, she relaxed, trying to accept the steady slide of little John's cock in and out of her seething pussy as another of life's rhythms, normal as breathing or circulation. But it was not normal, she knew, to be enjoying two cocks at once. It was blessedly super-normal and she resolved to accept life's gifts gratefully, making the most of each passing day. If life had given her two stiff young pricks today, it was up to her to stay awake, conscious, and enjoy them. She couldn't go fainting from cunt fever every five minutes.
She took a fresh breath and began her heavy voiced hummmmmmm again. From the strenuous squirming she knew she was getting to the older boy. Alongside her nose and forehead she felt the sudden spurting growth, the rock harness of his cock strained for release. She pursed her lips around his balls and hummmmmm longer, harder, louder.
Meanwhile, little John was returning the compliment on her nipples until she felt her whole torso blush pink from the joyous stimulation of his busy mouth. And down below in cant country his cock pumped tirelessly, never missing a stroke in its rhythm of pull out, hesitate, feint twice, pull nearly all the way out, then push long, slow and steady inward, displacing her thrilling innards with its firmness, making her tremble on the edge of a chasm or orgasm until finally he bottomed. Bottomed out, the boy clung to her for a soul-tearing second, maleness straining against feminity. Then, slow as an hour hand he would begin his withdrawal, stopping halfway out to plunge it home again, pulling out to screw it around at odd angles, stretching her vagina in delightfully unexpected ways before he pulled the head of his massive hammer out far enough to stretch and relax her clit a half dozen times with his in-and-out feints. Ted had never been in heaven but until she experienced something better she knew this was going to be her idea of bliss.
She struggled not to cum, to relax and enjoy to the fullest little John's pumping, in a tranquility that would give leisure to appreciate its finesse. But meanwhile the same curly-headed thirteen-year-old was kissing her tits, licking her nipples, playing "telephone," humming over her areolas with his open mouth until, even if he had not been fucking her into dry-bagged giggles, she was ready to shriek and yodel her good fortune to the seagulls, the seals, foghorns and buoys. She glanced at a porthole and saw fog outside. Topside the automatic foghorn sounded again.
Down below fourteen-year-old Albert still had his cock sandwiched between his belly and her tight-pressing face. She had his just-hairing balls in her mouth and was driving the older boy up the wall with her gentle ceaseless hummmmmm.
Albert's hands were groping restlessly over every inch of her nude body not covered by the lustily pumping thirteen-year-old. He caressed her neck and back, tickled her flanks, ran loving hands up and down the outside of her legs, ran hands over every part of her ass not occupied by the pumping thirteen-year-old. Which didn't leave him with much to do since he couldn't kiss her and get blown at the same time. And the smaller boy had fully occupied cunt, belly and tits.
Albert was rapidly going mad under the assault of her mouth sucking, licking, humming around his balls. He was straddling the ragged edge of cum, unable to move in either direction. Ted sensed his desperation in the ever more eager search of his hands for some part of her body he could fondle or grab. He was massaging her ass with eager hands, running a tickling finger up her crack until it was blocked by little John's balls. She was enjoying a gentle turn-on each time his questing finger passed over her thrumming asshole.
Then her attention drifted back to little John's steady pumping. It was hard to tell but she thought he was going a little faster now, coming down just a faint whap harder each time his pelvis slammed into her gaping crotch. She tried to relax, to savor the feel of his eager young cock ram slamming into her seething slit. How many years, she tried to remember, had it been since a man had ram slammed into her with joyous abandon?
Albert's cock was thumping and throbbing in its confined space between his belly and her face. In a minute, if she weren't careful, she would have an eyeful of cum. She wanted to quit and give the over stimulated boy a rest but the way little John was ram slamming his cock up her cunt and the way he hummed and tried to swallow her tits was not leaving Ted in the most judicious of moods. She felt herself licking and hummmmming the older boy's balls, thickling his asshole and the tender strip of perineum between asshole and balls.
Abruptly Albert bucked mightily and threw himself away from her. When he came back cock-first the only thing she could do to keep from getting stabbed vas open her mouth. This time Albert's six superb inches did not stop with their well-flanged head atop her tongue. Instead, she felt the boy's six solid inches once more slide past her palate and down her throat.
Instinctively she swallowed, trying to let this indigestible morsel slide the rest of the way down. And naturally it stayed right there. She swallowed again, not really thinking what she was doing.
But Albert was vividly aware of what she was doing. Each time she swallowed her throat muscles milked his cock outward toward the head, squeezing softly and wetly, giving him the most intensely erotic feeling he had ever experienced. Nothing. Licking, sucking, fucking, fingering-nothing else on earth was half as nice as the wonderful feel of this mature woman's throat squeezing, milking and massaging as she swallowed trying to get his cock the rest of the way down.
Albert moaned and grabbed her ears, pulling her onto his cock like a glove. Ted was already on his cock as deep as she could go. She moaned and swallowed some more, wrapping Albert's ass in her arms and drawing him closer, tighter, deeper. Albert moaned again and bucked. She was already as deep as she could go but if it gave him pleasure to thrust and try to go deeper…
Ted tried to relax and get used to the tremendous bulk in her throat. Alter a while she learned how to breathe around it. The boy's cock felt hard, hot. She could feel the eager thump of his heartbeat transmitted through the raging blood of his swollen skewer. She wondered if it was possible for the other boy to sense her heartbeat through her cunt. Suddenly she realized her own pulse was racing as bad as Albert's. She wondered which of them would cum first. After a moment she wondered which of them had cum the most times.
No contest, she realized alter a moment's reflection. She had cu more than both boys put together. And if she didn't watch it she was going to cum again soon.
She could feel the premonitory flutter in her belly that meant soon she would melt, flow, deliquesce into a puddle of passion beneath the ceaseless churning of little John's assjammer. The younger boy still fucked tirelessly, licking, kissing and humming the nipples of her still virginal tits to rock hardness. And she had six inches of Albert down her throat!
She had to do something. If she let herself cum she knew she would be played out for good. She had fainted twice now from the intensity of her orgasm. What would happen if she let herself cum now under the multiple stimuli of a cock up her cunt, a mouth on her tits, a pair of hands working over every inch of her sides and flanks, another cock in her mouth and that cock's owner busily stroking the crack of her ass, patting a prurient finger over the fluttering rosette of her asshole?
It was all too much for a girl of simple tastes. Ted knew she had to stop it-to spread it out some more. There were so many things happening to her at once that she didn't know how she had managed to resist this long. She didn't want to cum. Didn't dare cum unless she was ready to abandon the field.
And, thinking it over, Ted knew she had nurtured this secret vision of boy after boy, cocks unlimited, she had kept this situation in her subconscious too many barren years to give up now that actuality was within her grasp. She was wide awake. She was only thirty-nine. She had a boy fucking her and sucking her tits. She had another boy grabbing every inch of undisputed territory and she had his six solid inches in her mouth. Ted didn't want to stop now. She started swallowing harder and faster.
It was like that day back-on top of the mountain when she had been twelve and a half and Mr. Hughes had been half a hundred and they had both been bitten by imaginary snakes. She had known Mr. Hughes was lying and the producer had known she wasn't exactly telling the truth, but what difference did it make? Each wanted a-blow-job by the other and each had gotten it. If the snakes didn't like being blamed for it they could sue for libel.
They had lain facing each other, on the blanket, side by side and end for end in classic sixty-nine position, each pillowing his head on the other's wide-gaping crotch. She had had Mr. Hughes' cock as deep down her twelve-year throat as she could take it and he had been doing all kinds of wonderful things to her virginal twat. He had kissed her, licked her cunt lips inside and out, run his prehensile tongue around her clit, had darted its knowing tip up her vagina past the bottom of her hymeneal curtain. In short, the producer had showed her every form of pleasure short of a full-fledged fuck.
She had supposed at first that he was going to bugger her like Mr. Hammel had done but Mr. Hughes' tastes were oral After a while Ted guessed she liked it better. At least it was easier to clean up and she knew if she had been buggered with the thoroughness Mr. Hammel always dedicated to that noble calling, her asshole would have been tender and twittery for hours and sometimes even days afterward. Then abruptly and simultaneously each had crumbled in the throes of orgasm.
Now they lay, still side by side and end to end, satiated and happy, but still unwilling to call it quits. Mr. Hughes lazily kissed and caressed her taut, hairless little crotch. Ted's throat had disgorged his half-flaccid cock and she was surprisingly free of cum, having swallowed it while his hammerhead was buried somewhere in the region of her collar bones. By the time his dwindled dick had emerged from her mouth his cum was spent and his shriveled cock clean. She lay with her ear cushioned on his hairy thigh, studying the cock she had just been trying to swallow.
Mr. Hammel had always been funny about that kind of thing: perfectly willing to stuff his stabber up her twelve-year-old ass, but he had always turned and twisted and managed his affairs in such a way that she had never gotten a clear view of his cock.
Now, satiated and relaxed, she was free to indulge her curiosity. She captured the flaccid appendage in her hand. At rest it was still more than a twelve-year-old's handful. As her fist closed around the shank the half-covered head of his hammer peeped wetly at her. She squeezed and the head of his cock emerged completely from its foreskin. She studied its purple-grayness, marveling at the magnificent flare of glans penis. "What's that funny thing along the bottom that looks like a string?" she asked.
"Search me," Mr. Hughes said. "That's just the way men are made." He hesitated, then added, "I can tell you one thing about it though. That string-thing along the underside is just about the most sensitive part."
"What does that mean?" Ted asked.
"This," Mr. Hughes said, and drew his fingertip leisurely down her backbone, through the cleft of her ass, across her twittering anus, along her suddenly supersensitive perineum until his finger was tickling its leisurely way across the taut membrane of her cherry. Finally he arrived at her tiny virginal clitoris. He ran a loving finger round and round the slickness, then continued his gentle tickling way up across her prominent, hairless mons veneris, up across the hard-muscled smoothness of her belly until his finger was auguring its way into her navel for another gentle turn-on. "That's what I mean by sensitivity," Mr. Hughes explained, hugging her squirming body until she could stop wiggling and giggling. "I'll bet you never realized one finger could feel that nice."
"No," Ted admitted when she was able to speak again. "Does it feel like that when I do it to you?"
"Why don't you try it and find out," Mr. Hughes said.
Ted reached around through his crotch until she was touching his backbone. Slowly, she tickled her way down through his ass, across anus and perineum until she was all but lost in the impenetrable jungle of hair around his scrotum.
Mr. Hughes reacted by caressing the back of her neck, closing his thighs gently over her ears, and by kissing her taut cherry. It felt so good Ted was encouraged to experiment. She began twiddling the hairs on Mr. Hughes' scrotum, trying to count them. Suddenly she realized the producer's cock was starting to swell again.
She wondered if she was going to have to swallow it all over again so soon. To heck with that, she decided. There had to be other ways to keep him amused-amused enough to keep on doing all the nice things he was doing to her. She took a deep breath and blew warm air on the head of his thumping hammer. Immediately it swelled harder and she could see the faint pulsation in time to his heartbeat quicken. She continued her slow gentle hair count on his scrotum.
Mr. Hughes was licking her pussy again, running his tongue over the pouting hairless lips of her virginal vulva, twiddling her clit until she wanted to giggle and scream. Instead, she clasped her slim muscular thighs over his ears and squeezed. She was rewarded by his arms around her ass hugging, pulling her in closer until his face was buried in her crotch. It felt so wondrously warm and gooood.
Ted was willing to lie here like this forever, just letting the lawsuit-conscious producer lick her cherry, turning her on without damage, without any evidence that could stand up in a court of law. She tried to focus her eyes on the hot throbbing cock that pointed at her but it was so close she could see it no better than she could see her own nose. She relaxed, head loosely clamped between Mr. Hughes' hairy thighs, clasping his head between the milky whitenesses of her own soft sensitive inner thighs. The producer's tongue darted out to touch her twittery anal sphincter.
Ted's slight, half grown body had already been conditioned by a month with Mr. Hammel to react to this stimulus. She felt herself going all soft and quivery. She wished he would do it again but Mr. Hughes seemed to be in no hurry. He was hugging her tiny ass to him, caressing her whole body, holding her close as he endeavored to perfect his method for reciprocal snake bite treatment.
She wondered what she had to do to make him lick her asshole again. Finally the obvious solution occurred to her. She had long since given up trying to focus her eyes on the blob of male meat that loomed-so close she could feel its heat warming her nose and face. She opened her mouth in what she hoped was a lady-like gesture and began licking the underside of Mr. Hughes' cock, running her tongue from the base where it nested in scrotal hair, running her tongue slowly up its tender sensitive underside until she reached the sudden burgeoning swell of his glans penis.
There she hesitated for a moment, then ran her tongue slowly around his cock in a loving circle. Mr. Hughes rewarded her with a sudden almost convulsive squeeze of his arms around her trim little ass, drawing her around his face like a glove as he struggled to lick and kiss every part of her at the same time. It felt so gooooooooood! Abruptly he stopped holding her close to him. Powerful hands grasped her ass and pulled her away from him. He pulled her slowly back toward him but this time his tongue was auguring into her tiny navel.
At twelve Ted wouldn't have known an erogenous zone from the Canal Zone but she knew what it felt like when Mr. Hughes stuck his tongue in her belly button. She didn't have words to describe the shimmery waves of delight that coursed through her small hard-muscled body but she knew what she liked. And this was it. As the producer withdrew and began kissing and licking lazy circles around her belly button she held her breath, waiting and praying he would do it again.
Slowly he kissed his way around her belly in widening circles until he was working his way across the hairless bony prominence of her mons veneris. He darted in for a quick peck at her clit, a quick lick of hymen, then back out to kiss his way around her belly, up and down the tender inner surfaces of her sensitive thighs.
Ted tried to relax and enjoy it but She couldn't. It felt so good she wanted to wiggle and giggle and kick and scream. She tried to lick the underside of Mr. Hughes' cock, to run a loving tongue around its head but Mr. Hughes was doing so many nice things to her that she was starting to jerk and tremble all over and she didn't know if she could control herself enough to…
It felt so gooooooooo! It felt so good she wanted it to stop, to end. But she didn't want it ever to end. She could feel her body building tension, getting ready to explode, to twist and tear itself to pieces. She didn't know what to do about it. She supposed she ought to make Mr. Hughes stop it but the things he was doing felt so nice that even if she had wanted to Ted knew she would never have the will power to make the hairy man stop all the lovely-, things he was doing to her cunt and asshole.
She wondered if he would stop it if she were to capture the tip of his trip hammer in her mouth and lick and suck another jet out of him. That would cool him off-soon enough, she guessed. But did she really want him to stop? It felt so goooooooo! She tried to relax, just let it happen.
He was licking her cunt, licking lazy circles around her hairless ups, darting his tongue into the inner circle in lightning forays to clit and hymen, auguring the prehensile tip of his tongue up through the narrow opening at the bottom of her cherry to tickle the inside of her virgin vagina.
His hands clasped her ass, holding her to him, filling her with a warmth she had never known existed. She was straining and pushing to get closer to his-knowledgeable mouth but it was not the back-breaking, ass-twisting kind of strain she had known at ballet practice. Instead, this kind of exercise seemed to bring its own reward-and not in some distant and future heaven, but right now each time his face left her crotch long enough to lick her flat little belly, to auger into her navel and provoke a fresh attack of the giggles.
She wished it could go on forever but a month of fun and games with Mr. Hammel had taught her the danger signals. She knew from the way she, was trembling and giggling uncontrollably that soon that internal cataclysm would strike again, making her laugh and cry, push and embrace, making her do all kinds of self-contradictory and uncontrollable things in the throes of love's fulfillment.
She sensed that Mr. Hughes was, growing more excited too. He was licking her legs, her belly, her cunt, even arching his back occasionally to scoot upward along the smooth hairless length of her body to lock the tiny bulges that would someday be tits. Each time his tongue touched one of her virginal nipples Ted felt her insides turn to water. Each time he kissed and licked his way back down to her waist, running his rough hands along her ribs she giggled more.
When his tongue augured into her navel it felt so good Ted couldn't even giggle for a moment. She lay tense and straining while he kissed and licked his way in meandering circles around her belly, up and down her tender inner thighs, gradually working his way back toward cunt country.
Finally his peregrinations ended and once more he was licking the swollen pouting lips of her hairless twelve-year-old pussy. She still lay unable to move, unable to believe anything could feel one half so good as that warm wet tongue laying her secret slit. It gave her such a warm wonderful feeling she hoped it would never end.
But she knew it couldn't last forever. Soon it would happen: that funny twisting, melting peeing feel that had always happened just before Mr. Hammel had given his final lunge and filled her ass with cum. But Mr. Hughes didn't have his cock up her ass. It was out in the open right in front of her face, swollen to full length, rock hard, foreskin peeled back. She tried to focus her eyes on its length but it was too close. She could smell the pleasant maleness, could feel the heat radiating from his raging rod. She wondered if she ought to kiss it or lick it. It was hard to decide.
If she did, maybe he would explode right away and that would be the end of it-. Already she had noted one important difference between this producer and the buggering Mr. Hammel. This one had cum once and was still going strong. After that first day when they had gotten acquainted Mr. Hammel had never been good for more than one orgasm. How many times was Mr. Hughes good for?
She guessed the best thing to do was play it safe, let him do whatever he wanted as long as it felt nice. Whenever he got bored she could always give his cock another lick and a promise and the hairy man would be sufficiently gratified to lick her into another terminal case of giggles.
Right now he was kissing her tits again, driving their tiny nipples into a state of rock hardness. It felt so good she wanted to thank him by wrapping her mouth around the hot throbbing tip of his cock, but…
She tried to control herself, tried to relax as she pillowed her head on one hairy thigh. Then he started kissing his way back down over her midriff to her belly button. She tensed and strained, trying not to give way to the giggles. He screwed his tongue into her navel from odd angles, wriggling and twisting until Ted knew she couldn't stand it another second. Then abruptly she knew she had reached her limit. Not really understanding the forces that drove her, abruptly she found Mr. Hughes' cock in her mouth.
Her head was bobbing rapidly back and forth, sliding her lips up and down his slickened slammer as her tongue and palate slid smoothly up and down over the head of his hammer. Mr. Hughes grabbed her by the ears-and helping her rhythm, sliding her up and down his flute like some berserk musician.
Meanwhile he had abandoned tits and belly. His face was buried deep in her crotch. He was licking, kissing. He put his lips over her clit and sucked, relaxed, sucked and blew with a rapidity that was fluttering her right out of her mind, out of her body. Ted felt herself melting, twisting, dissolving, flowing…