And now she was thirty-nine, aboard her own yacht, doing for a couple of inexperienced boys what Mr. Hammel and Mr. Hughes had done for her when she was twelve. She wondered if she had experienced more intense orgasms when she was twelve or if they were better now that she was older, more experienced, and knew what to expect.
Little John was still pumping away between her legs. Albert's six solid inches were pumping valiantly away trying to reach her stomach from the opposite end. It felt good. But she was still-just barely-in control of the situation. She tried to relax her throat, to stop swallowing. It didn't make any difference. The boy had reached the point of no return. She felt the first tiny preliminary spurt that meant moments from now she would be flooded with gallons of cum.
She thought about spitting it out but she knew Albert wouldn't like it. Besides, if she let him cum this way it would all go cleanly down into her stomach and be digested away. If she retreated and left his naked cock exposed there would be another puddle of cum to sponge up from the mattress of their triangular play pen. Topside the fog horn hooted. Down below little John's rhythm had increased. Abruptly she realized both boys were going to cum together. "What the hell?" she murmured, and relaxed.
Great shimmering coruscations of fire ran up and down her spine, exploding like Roman candles in her brain as she felt her body surrender to multiple assaults on her sensuality. Two hard, young, hairless bodies were enough, she decided, to make any woman cum. Gone was her resolve not to cum again, washed overboard in a cascade of eroticism as cock in mouth, cock in cunt, mouths on lips and tits, hands everywhere all contributed to the avalanche of lascivious joy that overwhelmed her tiring body.
"I'm cumming!" she shrieked soundlessly, and knew it was going to kill her, knew she didn't care if it killed her, knew only that once more that wonderful fire in her belly was spreading uncontrollably, surging through her with a wall of flame that was going to burn her out and leave her a gibbering mindless wreck. But what a way to go!
She felt little John's cock ram slamming inside her, felt her cunt suddenly brimming with her own juices, felt the jetting cascade of his own cum mixed with hers. Hands were playing over her body, caressing her ass, her clit, her legs, touching every possible inch of skin. And Albert's cock was still in her mouth, sliding easily past her palate as it pushed down her throat striving for her stomach. Then she realized it was sliding so smoothly and easily down her throat because its passage was being lubricated by a blurting, hurting, squirting sea of cum.
"Aaaahhhh!" Albert howled in a full-voiced yodel.
"Oh, boooooooyyy!" little John harmonized.
"Oooohhhh," Ted moaned as she felt her insides melt, shift, deliquesce in the dance of love. She was reminded of earlier times with other partners but there was no time for memory. This was living, breathing, fucking flesh here and now. She struggled to stay awake, stay conscious, to savor the final drop of joy from twin fountains.
Then abruptly they were finished. All three of them lay panting and exhausted, each alone in his own private post coital tristesse. Ted supposed she ought to be thinking of something practical, like how to end this or do it again without getting caught. But all she could think of was how nice it had been. And only moments ago, she reflected ruefully, she had not wanted to cum again. Here she had done it and she wasn't dead. Only half dead and filled with a delicious languor as if she had spent hours in a steam bath and then been worked over by thousands of little people whose very lives depended on pleasing her. She closed her eyes and fried to ignore the fog bell clanging overhead.
Moments later she was awake. She was confused for an instant, then glanced at the ship's clock on the bulkhead and was reassured. The boys still drowsed where they had cum, little John between her legs and Albert's flaccid cock hanging limply a few inches from her face.
Quietly, she oozed from between them and went to the shower to repair the ravages of love. She knew that if she had not spent a lifetime hardening her muscles in ballet classes she would be a mass of bruises by now-not because the boys had mistreated her in any way, but merely because she had ram slammed harder and faster against more male flesh in the last hour than many women did in a lifetime. She wondered if the boys had had enough. Then, looking at Albert and little John, both still asleep, she saw their cocks rise in response to some dream of love. Smiling a quiet little smile, she began preparing an eggnog.
Moments later the boys had recovered and gone to the shower to remove the traces of cum from their hard-muscled bodies. She gave them each a glass of eggnog. "What's this for?" Albert asked, and insisted he didn't need any when she told him. Ted smiled again and stood before the two boys, posing her superb ballerina body in pristine nakedness until both boys' cocks were rigid again. It was amazing, she knew, how boys of this age could recover in next to no time.
"What would like to do this time?" she asked.
"Fuck!" both boys chorused.
Ted sighed. She might as well have expected it. Neither of these boys had ever gotten it into a woman before. They had fucked their Lists enough in the past. A blow-job was nice but they were not jaded enough, or experienced enough to savor such refinements. What she wondered, was she going to do? Then inspiration struck her. She remembered those halcyon days when she had been twelve, when producers had vied to fill her tiny body with the fruits of love.
Smiling a Mona Lisa smile, Ted said, "Well, John, you were last so I guess it's Albert's turn this time. We'll let him try and see how long he can keep it up." Nothing like a little competition to develop staying power, she thought with a secret wry smile. Put it that way, she knew the fourteen-year-old would rather die than cum sooner than little John. And the smaller boy alone would have been sufficient to comfort any ordinary woman during a long summer's afternoon. But what, she wondered, could she do with the younger boy? She had just blown Albert. Her mouth and throat were tired. She really didn't want to do it again. Then she remembered what she had been thinking about.
Making a production of it, she paraded her naked body forward, around the mast and onto the triangular bunk in the forward portion of the cabin. She lay supine, facing the low overhead and watched the boys.
Albert glared at little John. Little John shrugged. Finally the older boy oozed in and carefully positioned himself atop her.
Ted opened her thighs and he scooted forward until she could feel the heat of his hot throbbing cock poking blindly at her crotch. She knew she really ought to be tired, not to want to do this any more but she seemed to have gotten a second, or was it a third or fourth wind and was hot to trot again.
She marveled. How many times had the boys cum? She had lost track. As for herself, she estimated conservatively that she must have cum at least ten times for each immature hair-trigger explosion she had provoked in this pair of teenage studs. She ought to be tired, satiated, fed up. Instead, she was ready to go again. So too, apparently, was Albert who seethed none the worse for his gut busting explosion down her throat only moments ago.
Could he get it all the way up this soon? She felt it thud blindly against one tender inner thigh and her question was answered. A moment later the boy rested his weight partly on her, nearly mashing her superbly upstanding tits as he put one hand down to guide the tip of his cock. She felt it touch the waiting wetness of her gaping snatch. The boy brought his hand back up and rested his weight on his elbows. He took a deep breath, held it, then began slowly pushing his cock in. Abruptly, Ted realized she had been holding her breath too. They both released slow happy sighs.
She felt the length of Albert's fourteen-year-old phallus slide deep into her, deep, deep, deeper until finally his bony pelvis touched hers. He stopped for a moment, ground around atop her, pushing and stretching, ramming his cock into-her raddled cunt from unexpected angles. It felt so gooooooooooood! It felt so good she wanted to go on forever just letting the boy do all the work as he fucked himself to death but there was still another curly-headed thirteen-year-old with a thirteen-year-old cock pristine in its insatiable stiffness to satisfy.
Ted sighed and wrapped her thighs around Albert so they would not come disconnected. Then, using the perfectly trained ballerina muscles in her ass and legs, she flopped on her side still holding the boy's cock tightly plugged into her. They wriggled and squirmed for a few minutes, then she was laying on her left side with Albert still fucking energetically away, ram slamming into her cunt for all the world as if it were a piece of soap which he was trying to use up as fast as possible.
She smiled a secret smile, secure in the knowledge that she would still have a cunt ready for other cocks long after this one was fucked out. That was one of the nicest things, she guessed, about being a woman.
Little John hovered impatiently on the sidelines. She supposed he had expected a blow-job just as she had given Albert while the curly-headed younger boy was pouring his tireless cock to her. But the boy couldn't work out the mechanics of connecting his crotch to her mouth while she and Albert lay on their sides. Finally Ted took pity and waved the boy in the opposite direction.
Puzzled, little John began insinuating his hairless thirteen-year-old body in onto the triangular-shaped mattress behind her.
Ted lay on her left side with Albert between her thighs, fucking away with the kind of energy one seldom sees after fourteen. Ted began slowly positioning him for the maneuver she had in mind, slowly forcing this flexed knees from between her thighs, gradually straightening and closing her own legs. At first Albert was unwilling to surrender any body contact. Then gradually he learned the difference, the heightened sensation when her legs were closed, helping to squeeze her cunt dosed tight around his throbbing tally whacker until he felt like he was achieving a famous first with a tight ten-year-old. "Aaaahhhh!" the boy gloated. He held his breath for a moment, struggled with the temptation to cum right then and there, and finally managed to control his eager fourteen-year-old body. Ted smiled a secret little smile. She opened her arms and drew his head in between her tits, subtly guiding him until the, fourteen-year-old was giving her almost as much of a turn-on licking, kissing and sucking her tits as he was with his hot throbbing rod sliding in and out of her newly tightened cunt.
Meanwhile little John huddled disconsolate behind them, unable even to get a handful of tit. Ted reached back to touch his firm, hairless body. Slowly, she let her hand slide down the front of his body with a smooth tickling gesture. By the time she found his cock it was standing firmly at ready. She squeezed it and the boy moaned and buried his face in the nape of her neck.
She squeezed and caressed it again and the boy pushed against her moaning his need into her ear. Meanwhile Albert was fucking her as steadily and energetically as the smaller boy had been doing moments ago. Had it only been moments since the three of them had exploded and cum? Ted marveled at the recuperative powers of her thirty-nine year-old body.
She held the thirteen-year-old's hairless cock in her hand and guided it toward her, pulling the willing boy closer. She wondered how much he knew about anatomy-if he had ever experimented in this particular way with boys or girls of his own age. Probably not, she guessed. From the way the boy was acting he seemed to expect her to clasp his cock between her thighs and squeeze him into dry-bagged oblivion. But Ted had better uses than that for a stiff thirteen-year-old cock.
Moving slowly and carefully so as not to break the rhythm of Albert's powerful drive up her well-slicked cunt, she guided the younger boy by the most convenient handle. She could feel her whole body atwitter at the memory of the last time-had it really been twenty-eight years?-when Mr. Hammel had introduced her to this cherry conserving form of eroticism.
Finally she felt the younger boy's cock tip pushing at the appropriate spot. She tried to relax, to let herself go all loose. She put her hand around behind little John's ass and gave him an encouraging pat. The boy shoved.
It hurt like blazing sin. Ted had forgotten how it could hurt to try to start a cock, no matter how willing, up a dry asshole. She hesitated, got her finger down there and brought a little of the copious lubrication from Albert's relentless entry and exit from her well-slicked cunt back where it could help little John. Then she patted the boy's ass again.
This time when he pushed it was like breaking a maidenhead. He pushed hard and steady against an insurmountable pressure, hurting like the seven deadly sins, and then suddenly the obstruction was no longer there and the boy was in, in IN!
She felt his straight hard cock sliding seemingly miles up her asshole. His entry was timed with one of Albert's full length thrusts and the sudden ingress of two cocks filled her unto bursting. Ted had never felt so good in her life until an instant later when both cocks started coming out of her at once and the sudden blessed emptiness was so comforting that it felt almost as if she had cum. She relaxed, surrendered, gave up. From now on it was up to the boys. She would let them do whatever they wanted. Now their rhythm had broken, one going in as the other came out. It felt so wondrously and curiously odd to have her whole insides pushed rhythmically back and forth under the alternating displacement of first one cock and then the other that she could almost detach her mind from the saturated eroticism to analyze the feel that was driving her to the edge of orgasm with every stroke.
Then once more the boys were momentarily synchronized, both cocks sliding in and out of her at once, stuffing her full, leaving her empty with the most totally erotic satiation she had ever experienced.
"Aaaahhhh!" Albert sighed.
"Yeaaaahhhh!" little John replied.
"Oooohhhh!" Ted moaned. She supposed there was probably a more intellectual way of putting it but that was just what it felt like: Oooohhhh!