The boy's warm mouth over her pussy felt so wondrously finger-lickin' good that for an instant Ted was transported back to that first time twenty-seven years ago on Mr. Hammel's casting couch when she had been a tight-bodied, hairless pussied twelve and the bald-headed producer had been fifty going on a hundred.
Mr. Hammel had grabbed her legs and hooked her knees over the tweedy roughness of his shoulders. Then he had bent his head into the hairless gape of her crotch and resumed that kissing and licking that made her feel all funny inside. It was the oddest sensation Ted had ever experienced, this simultaneous tightening and loosening that made her feel as if she had to pee, that made her feel all tight and twisted up inside, yet seemed fraught with the promise of a warm soft release more relaxing than a hundred hot baths.
His hands gripped her waist, sustaining most of her weight so that the awkward posture hanging by her knees from his shoulders was not all that uncomfortable. His wonderfully knowledgeable mouth found the secret triggers that started that delicious tightening once more. Slowly, his tongue rasped up the tender inner, side of one hairless vulval lip and down the other. His tongue darted in to touch her clit, to lick a lascivious circle around it before going down to invade her vagina through the tiny opening at the bottom of her hymeneal curtain. With her maidenhead still intact, Ted was being thoroughly tongue fucked by this skilled practitioner. It felt so good she was unable to worry about the consequences. After all, momma had told her to do what Mr. Hammel said so she might as well enjoy it.
Only gradually did Ted realize that she was being gently lowered and positioned on the couch again. Her knees were still hooked over Mr. Hammel's shoulders and if she had not been practicing at twisting her into a pretzel for years already the position might have been exquisitely painful.
Slowly, Mr. Hammel came up out of her cunt, kissing a steady stream of fire up across her hairless mons veneris, across belly and waist until his tongue was teasing her tiny just sprouting tits. He still knelt between her thighs. As he moved slowly into position atop her Ted felt her knees slip off his shoulders. She tried to lock her ankles behind his back but it was too far around. Then she felt it-felt the hot throbbing tip of his tool pressing against her hard-muscled little ass.
It was a first time for everything. Since she had never felt a cock between her legs before Ted had no way of knowing what Mr. Hammel was up to. Fucking she supposed. What else? There was a sudden sharp pain as he thrust. It hurt more that she had ever believed anything could hurt. And it went right on hurting. He sensed her agony and stopped pushing. "You said you wouldn't!" she gasped between tears.
"I'm not," he murmured. "You're still a virgin."
Ted felt the pain abate as he stopped pushing. He had it halfway in already, she knew. She didn't know what to say. It was only much later when she was a year or two older and wiser in the ways of the world that she fully understood what Mr. Hammel had done. Wise in the ways of lawsuits, he had covered himself perfectly. Should anybody blow the whistle, a medical examination would reveal twelve-year-old Ted was still a virgo intacta. He hadn't slipped it into her cunt. Mr. Hammel was buggering her!
"Just relax," he soothed, "Let it happen. You don't have to do anything. Just relax and I'll do it all."
While he soft-talked her Ted remained acutely aware of that tremendous bargepole sliding into her. Even as he talked he resumed a gentle pressure. But to her surprise it wasn't hurting any more. Slowly she felt it slide in, in, deep until she felt full-like she had to go to the bathroom.
He stopped, rested for a moment, then very slowly began pulling it back out. At first it felt as if he was turning her inside out along with it as he pulled out. Her anus clasped convulsively over this invader and released it with little shuddering jerks. He stopped again with the tremendous knobby head of his hammer just barely inside her. Slowly he began sliding it back in. To her delighted amazement, Ted found her little ass rising to meet him.
Having never been fucked before, she had no way of telling whether she liked this way better or not. But she could tell now that she was going to like it well enough. Love's lubrication was smoothing the path as his honker slid slowly in and out of her. She tried to relax, let her body go and surrender herself fully to this new sensation. It felt so odd, this alternating fullness and emptiness as his great thumping tally whacker first stuffed her full unto bursting, then slowly came out with a feel very like the soul satisfying relaxation that came with a healthy shit. And it was happening over and over faster and faster.
She wanted to let go and savor the new sensation to its fullest but he was kissing and licking her tiny tits and it felt so good. She wanted to relax, let go completely but her traitorous body was responding to Mr. Hammel's impassioned poking, rising halfway to meet him each time his pelvis slammed into the twin cushions of her hard-muscled little ass.
She could feel her insides twisting and turning in reaction to this alternating fullness and emptiness. She sensed that something cosmic was about to happen but she didn't know what. Mr. Hammel seemed to be aware of something imminent too. He was licking and kissing faster, slamming his cock into her harder, faster, deeper, filling and emptying her tiny belly with a regularity that built and stretched until she knew she was going to burst, to melt, to come apart in great-shimmering shards of shattered passion.
Then suddenly it was happening. She felt great gobs of goo come spurting from Mr. Hammel's hammer, softening and easing the blow each time his pelvis slammed into her ass. He was hanging on for all he was worth, twisting and screwing his pelvis against her as he augured his cock in deeper harder, searching for the final sensation.
Then abruptly Ted was melting too. She could actually feel liquid sloshing and spurting inside her and she knew it wasn't all Mr. Hammel's. For a minute she thought she was peeing then she knew it was something else. Her whole body had responded to Mr. Hammel's probing prod and now she was aswim in love's elixir, floating away on a joyous sea of cum.
She was reminded now, twenty-seven years later, of that first and joyous orgasm. Now she had two boys doing their eager best, little John caressing, licking, kissing her tits. Albert had done his timid best to find his way into cunt country. But she had had to help him, grab his cock and simultaneously capture his head between her thighs. She felt the fevered warmth of his tight pressed ears. Then she felt the first timid probe as his tongue began exploring this strange warm soft wetness he had encountered. She gave his cock another squeeze and was rewarded when the boy's whole body stiffened, quivered, held stiff for a galvanized instant. Then finally as he relaxed Albert began gobbling in earnest, licking her seething pussy, running his tongue up and down indiscriminately between her hairy lips, baptizing clitoris and vagina with the chrisms of his virgin tongue.
Using muscles known only to dancers, she twisted her firm body until she could get her other hand down off the, settee. She captured little John's hot throbbing hammer and was rewarded by a moment of galvanized stasis while the boy gasped and struggled not to cum. A moment passed and he expressed his appreciation with a redoubled kissing and licking of her, firm well-rounded tits. She gave his cock another squeeze, stopping just short of hurting him. The boy gasped but she knew she had stopped him from bumming.
What was she going to do? She had both boys by the cock. Easy enough, she knew, to squeeze and caress them until she had twin handsful of joy juice. But what was the good of that? She wanted these boys to fuck her, as long as things had come this far it was pointless to take precautions. But… she only had one cunt. Belatedly, she realized she also had one mouth. Slowly, she began oozing forward on the narrow settee berth, working her way past the mast where the twin bunks converged in a vast triangular play pen.
Without really paying attention, the passion fogged boys allowed themselves to be drawn along with her until finally all three were on the triangular pad.
Ted lay in the middle, face up, her thighs still locked firmly around Albert whose feet extended away from her, damn near into the chain locker. Little John still knelt to one side, devoting himself to her tits. The younger boy had not made the slightest move toward her ass. She wondered if it was some Freudian lack of breast feeding or if the boys had divided her up in accordance with some unspoken agreement.
Gradually she realized she no longer had to hang onto Albert's ears with her thighs. Once he discovered what to do and where to do it the boy's attention to detail was phenomenal. He lay prone between her legs, face buried in her emit, arms gripping her ass to draw himself in deeper, harder as his eager tongue sought out all her secret places, auguring its way in, screwing around to assault her tender tissues from unexpected angles, turning her on with a passion almost as great as his own.
She had lost her grip on his cock and couldn't reach it any more without throwing off the younger boy. She guessed one squeeze had been enough for the boy's untried tool. From his ardent kissing and licking she was sure he hadn't cum yet. Maybe there would be a chance to get that wonderful hammer of his into her-maybe even two or three good strokes before the boy's hair-trigger virginity exploded and filled her with the juices of joy.
She still had little John's cock in her hand. She squeezed it and was rewarded with a renewed flurry of kissing, licking, nibbling around the rock-hard nipples of her firm full tits. She squeezed again and the boy groaned. She gave his cock another squeeze and suddenly she realized she had gone too far. Little John was out of the game, moaning, groaning, biting and kicking as his outraged cock fired its load into Ted's hand. He gasped and fastened his mouth over her tits for a final time, wheezing and moaning "Oooohhhhh!"
Ted pulled the boy's head upward and fastened her lips over his. As the boy quivered and shot the final drop of his cum they kissed for the first time. Mouth to mouth resuscitation she guessed for already there was a hint of renewing vigor in the thirteen-year-old's dwindling dick.
Little John apparently didn't know much about kissing. She taught him how to swap tongues and they enjoyed a lazy minute of dying passion while Albert lapped steadily at her cunt. Little John finally sighed and fell away. She guessed he was asleep. She really didn't care for all at once Albert was kissing his eager way up out of her secret slit, up across her belly to her deepsunk navel, across her waist, across the invisible boundary of little John's territory until he was licking and kissing her tits.
Wordlessly, Albert worked his way up on top of her until he was kissing her mouth too. He was even less experienced that the younger boy. Ted taught him how to kiss. They exchanged long, soulful kisses and when the boy was relaxing and beginning to enjoy his new craft she shot her tongue suddenly into his mouth.
She felt his wildly waving cock suddenly turn even harder as it rubbed against the inner surface of her thigh. Before it could go astray again she got a hand down there and captured it. Still swapping tongues with the fourteen-year-old, she spread her thighs wide, cocked her knees, and guided the tip of his eager tool into her soft dampness.
For an instant the boy stiffened in frozen delighted ecstasy. She still-held onto his cock. Only the tip was buried in the soft warm yielding flesh of her vulval lips. She squeezed the shank of his cock until she felt the. boy stiffen with pain. There was a frozen moment when anything could have happened, then slowly the boy's stiffened body relaxed. He began pushing.
Slowly she felt the massive head of his cock part her cunt, slide slowly past the lips of her vulva and up the warm slick wetness of her vagina.
Not since a year before Virgil had treacherously gone and died on her had Ted felt anything warmer and more male than the cannula of her douche slide up that secret tunnel. She gasped with sheer unfettered delight as the sensation renewed old memories of happier times when fucking had been spur of the moment and every day. What would it be like to spend every day with these two apprentice studs, she wondered. Exhausting, she supposed. But at the moment she could not think of a nicer way to exhaustion.
Albert's dry foreskin caught on the lips of her vulva, exposing his ready rod which slipped smoothly and easily into her. The boy had it halfway in before he actually realized it had happened: after fourteen years of waiting, hoping, praying, fantasizing, fucking his fist, he was finally actually and really getting it into a woman!
He almost came right at that moment of realization but Ted's full-fisted squeeze saved the day. After a moment of frozen horror, wondering if he would cum or not, the boy finally resumed his slow steady push into her. Ted felt so gooood she knew she would cum in another moment. She wanted to keep the boy's hard-on alive for another minute or two-at least until John was ready to pick up the torch but she knew in her bones by now that this was Albert's first piece no matter how tough and knowledgeable he might pose. If he did explode ignominiously before he ever bottomed out the first time, she could hardly blame him. After all, how many times had she cum already?
Entirely too many, she knew. She ought to be fucked out, ready to collapse of raddled weak knead satiation. Instead, she was hoping and praying for just one more push, one good solid lunge from all that male meat to make her cum again and again and maybe once more after that.
Slowly she felt the boy's prodigious prod settle into her, moving slow as an hour hand as he gritted his teeth and tried not to cum, tried not to think about the juicily delicious culmination of all his dreaming and scheming. Finally she felt his bony pelvis settle against her as he bottomed out. The boy was teetering over the ragged edge of a chasm of orgasm. She couldn't get any hand between their tight-pressed bodies to squeeze. She held her, breath. The boy held his. After a moment he began carefully relaxing.
She didn't dare move her ass. A wiggle and it was all over. Gently, she put her arms over his head and drew his face down into her tits. Maybe if she could get him interested in something else for a moment…
With his face buried deep in her tits, the boy dung to her waist, holding his body close to hers. Deep inside her she could feel each hot throb as his pulse raced through his cock thrilling her with the rush of hot young blood. It felt so gooooood!
Slowly the boy began exploring the marvelous twin peaks of tit territory. Slowly he began transferring his weight to his elbows so he could back off and get his first good look at what he had striven so mightily to grasp up on deck-beneath her parka.
His first close range look at her matched set nearly made the boy explode right then and there.
Deep in her cunt she felt the dangerous accelerating throb and jerk of his hyper excited hammer. He lowered his face back into the cushiony softness of her twin peaks and closed his eyes. Still she felt his cock throbbing dangerously, rock-hard, ready at any instant to explode and end it all.
Ted was ready to cum too. But she wanted to cum again and again and over a couple more times after that. How many times, she wondered, could she coax a hard-on from these studs? Boys that age were indefatigable. But they were also so hair-trigger as to be practically useless. She wondered what she could do to preserve this boy's magnificent specimen long enough to get some use from it.
Gently, he pulled his face from her tits. This time he began nuzzling and kissing, memorizing their soft femininity for the lonely nights to come.
His lips closed over one of her nipples and the sudden thrill of eroticism sent shimmering waves of warmth through her thrilling body, down to mix with the fiery waves of joy that radiated from the tip of his throbbing tool. Very slowly, the boy began pulling it out. His mouth came down over the nipple of her other tit.
It was too much. Ted felt her insides twist, melt, flow from twin stimuli at cunt and tit. "Oooobhh!" she moaned. She twisted, grinding her ass upward against him, driving his dong back into her deeper, harder, faster. The boy hissed with the effort to control himself, then abruptly he knew it was too late.
"Oooohhhh, wooooww!" he howled, and rammed it to her. They galloped frantically, ram slamming, pouring forth the juices of love in the abandonment of full and complete orgasm, gasping, panting in uncontrollable ecstasy. "Oooohh, ow, wow, ooohhh!" the boy moaned. "OooOohhhh!"
She felt her cunt c-losing in great contractile waves, squeezing and milking the tip of the boy's throbbing tool. She felt the spurt of his cum mixing with her own, then suddenly they fell apart on their sides. She guessed she must have fallen asleep for a moment. When she opened her eyes Albert looked sleepily at her. "That was great," he murmured. She felt a hand caress her ass.
It was little John. Sleepily, she was about to let him do it when she suddenly came awake "No," she said.
"Why?" the younger boy was outraged.
"First we clean up. It's ten times more fun when we're not all sticky." She slid from between the boys back to the head and performed the necessary ablutions. Finished, she tried to make up her mind whether it would be easier to teach the boys the complicated routine with pumps and valves or to wash them off herself. The latter might not be easier, she guessed, but it ought to be more fun. After a moment's thought she decided to start with Albert-get him clean and tidy before his appetite revived and became hair-trigger again. She grabbed him unceremoniously by the cock and led him to the head where she washed him. Then she beckoned to little John.
The curly headed thirteen-year-old was already afflicted with another raging hard-on. She wondered how to handle it. She had held his cock before while he was kissing her tits. She guessed she dared try again. First she sponged off all the sticky bits o cum that had adhered to his-angelic body-some in the strangest places. Finally she began pouring warm water over that pristine second-winded hard-on. The boy was already quivering with excitement, grabbing at her tits and ass every time he could get a hand past her guard. She tossed caution to the winds and grabbed his cock, peeling it back with one swift motion. "Oooohhhh!" he gasped. She squeezed hard and saw it begin to wilt. Quickly, she finished washing it off.
As they returned to the triangular play pen forward of the mast she saw Albert was reviving already. Instantly she knew he was jealous, that he didn't want the younger boy to fuck her. She knew she had to scotch that instinct instantly. "Just wait," she said. Albert glowered but when she grabbed his cock and squeezed she felt his will turn to water. She scooted back up where she had been in the middle of the pad.
Little John squeezed in beside her. He began climbing immediately atop her, kneeing his eager way between her thighs. "Not so fast," she murmured. She pushed downward on the boy's shoulders until he slid down between her legs. "If you think you're old enough to get in there," she said putting a hand over her crotch, "You'll have to work your way up to it just like Albert did."
The curly-headed thirteen-year-old neither argued nor complained. He scooted farther down until his face was between her thighs. Joyously, he began kissing his eager way toward cunt country. To one side of her Albert put out a lazy hand atop her tits.
Good God, Ted thought. I came only minutes ago and here I'm so turned-on I'm ready to howl and yell and kick my heels and cum all over again! She had not realized there was that much energy left in her thirty-nine-year-old body. Then she realized that as little John hunched upward to bury his face in her pubic patch she could feel the original fountain of youth thumping against her shins.
Dreamily, she realized little John was going through the same doggedly misdirected path of discovery, looking for her snatch iii a place where no woman had ever had it. Gently, she opened her thighs and tilted her ass upward, simultaneously grabbing a handful of curls and aiming the boy's face downward. There was an instant's surprised and delighted 'aaahhhh' before she felt his nose plunk squarely atop her clitoris.
She felt her clit swell rock hard and start throbbing. The boy moved cautiously, exploring this new erotic environment. He opened his mouth and she felt his warm breath flow between the swollen pulsating lips of her vulva. He stuck out his tongue experimentally and it entered her vagina. Unable to control herself she felt her thighs open and close, clasping over the boy's ears, pulling him in deeper, harder!
Out of my skull, she mused. This all happened once only minutes ago and now it's all going to happen again and I feel like I hadn't had any at all. It feels so gooood! It feels so wonderful I can't imagine why I've spent more than a year without it when I could have had some any time I was willing to give the nod to any of those half dozen studs but they're all old bastards, older than I am and I never ha-d anything half so good as a fourteen-year-old boy unless it's a thirteen-year-old and both of them together are about ten-thousand per cent better than anything else I can even think of.
The younger boy was rapidly learning his trade as his lips and tongue did their apprentice work around, in and out, up and down her warming cunt. Albert lay to one side with a lazy hand caressing her tits. She gave his cock a friendly squeeze then began caressing the back of little John's head, guiding him subtly from clit to vagina and back again until she felt she was going to twist and turn and churn and melt and flow all over the pad in a joyous puddle of sensual satiation.
It felt so good she surrendered completely to sensuality. With her thought processes turned off she reveled in the feel of a hard-muscled thirteen-year-old achieving his lifetime's ambition between her legs. To one side Albert still lazily caressed her tits, running his finger delicately around her areolas, tickling her nipples to throbbing erection, exploring the cleavage between her twin mountains, titillating their tender, sensitive under sides until she wanted to flop over and grab him and kiss him and…
But she didn't. Not really. She didn't want to spoil the wonderful feel of little John's trial run down there in cunt country. The curly-headed thirteen-year-old was licking lustily now that he had finally discovered his true vocation. She closed her soft inner thighs over his ears and was gratified when the boy dived in deeper, darting his tongue in lightning feints from vagina to clit and back again. She wondered how the boy had so quickly discovered the secret triggers to her emotions then abruptly she realized.
She had so lost control of her body as she sunk into a pool of sensuality that each time the boy's tongue ticked her clitoris Ted found her thighs closing over his ears, her ass thrusting upward to meet his darting tongue. He was, she decided, a very intelligent little boy. As soon as possible she intended to do something equally delightful for him. But for now it felt so nice just to lie back and let the boy lick her pussy while the older Albert still played lazily with her throbbing tits.
How long, she wondered, could this idyll continue, Not very long, she supposed. But she resolved to accept each moment gratefully. If she showed her gratitude in the proper ways, she was sure there would be other times before the boys were willing to call it a day. Topside she heard the fog bell toll again.
Suddenly she sensed that little John was seeking new worlds to conquer. A moment later in response to her instinct the boy began climbing slowly upward atop her body, kissing his way along the path pioneered minutes ago by Albert-who still lazed to one side, contenting himself with a one-handed stroking of her tits that was leaving Ted very contented indeed. She felt warm waves of passion radiate from Albert's casual tickling hand.
Little John had kissed his way up to her navel now, stopping to plow his way through her pubic patch and dry his face. He continued the now blazed trail across her waist, detouring to kiss his way up and down her ticklish flanks before continuing upward to start licking the tender undersides of her full, upright tits.
She was afraid for a moment that trouble might erupt over some territorial dispute but Albert quietly took his hand away as the smaller boy moved up into firing position. Instead of tickling her tits Albert now stroked her flanks. It was, if anything, even more sensually exciting than his tit-rubbing of a moment ago. Anyhow, little John's tongue was substituting very nicely now for Albert's hand. She got a hand free to give the older boy's cock a friendly squeeze.
Immediately she wished she hadn't. The boy's virility grew in bounding leaps and she felt the sudden surge of renewed desire in him. Hastily she let go of his cock. She tried to concentrate on little John. It was his turn on the firing line. She wondered if he knew how to.
While she was wondering she felt the tip of his cock probing blindly for the portals to her play pen. Before she could get her hand down to guide it she felt the tip of his tool penetrate the lick-slicked lips of her cunt. Unlike Albert, little John was not one to hesitate. He gave her his all.
She felt it going in, in deep. Deeper, it seemed even than Albert had though she was sure the younger boy's cock was slightly smaller. But he didn't hesitate to use it to full advantage. She shuddered with joy as she felt what seemed like endless yards of rod sliding endlessly into her, deeper, harder, poking and probing for the entrance to her womb. In a moment he was going to bottom out and hurt her.
But it was hurting so goooood! She felt her cunt stretch to accommodate the wide flaring head of little John's hammer, then felt her vagina stretching in a delightfully different direction as he went in deep as she expected him to go, then kept right on going until her eyes flew wide open in startled joy. She gasped and held her breath, trying not to cum, trying to devote her full attention to the boy's magic wand. How deep would he go?
Finally, with a mixed feeling of joy and relief she felt his scant-haired pubis grind against her mons veneris. The boy's cock lay vibrant within her buried full length, throbbing as he strained, stretching her to the precarious border between pleasure and pain.
The boy rested, struggled a moment for self control, then began slowly pulling it out. Suddenly it happened. Ted felt great rockets of fire shoot up her spine to explode in her skull. A tremendous contractile wave passed through her belly, her cunt, squeezing-and milking, struggling to pull back in the head-of the boy's withdrawing cock.
He resisted, pulling it out to full length, resting a moment, then starting to slide it slowly back down in again. Then abruptly the boy lost control too. The ram slammed together, rocking back and forth, galloping with wild abandon, moaning like two baboons in the sand pit. Ted felt her insides melting, twisting, flowing, deliquescing. She felt her brains melting and flowing down her backbone, out her cunt in a puddle of cum. It felt so gooood!
She felt the head of little John's cock swell prodigiously inside her until it was pulling her whole cunt along with it, turning her half inside out each time he withdrew. The boy was ramming, smacking his hairless pelvis against her ass with a joyous abandon in total contrast to his caution of a moment ago.
Suddenly she felt the first great jet as the boy's cock erupted with the violence of a fire hose. Her raddled cunt relaxed as it felt the blessed slippery chrism of his cum. The boy still rammed and slammed, banging his ass frantically against hers, trying for one more stroke before his treacherous tool collapsed and he could no longer perform. Ted suspected when she had time to settle down and think things over, considering that this was the first time he had ever fucked anything more exciting than his fist, for a first effort little John had done very well. But, that was for afterwards. Right now her whole body was shimmering in a warm glow of passion as she felt her soul's essence concentrate on the wonderful hot throbbing feel of the boy's dying dong. She rose eagerly to meet his whomping and thumping. Then suddenly the universe spun crazily and the lights went out.