I'll be goddamned! she thought when she opened her eyes some moments later. She had a slight headache and a bad taste in her mouth. For a confused moment she remembered once years ago when she had drunk too much. Then abruptly she realized she had been overdoing it in another and, she decided, far more delightful way. If it came to a choice between too much drinking or too much fucking, Ted decided drinking wouldn't even come in fifth.
She stretched and felt the headache go away. Topside the.fog bell tolled. She pulled a curtain from a porthole. The fog was thinning but it was still there. Somewhere around the edge of her attention she heard the boys talking. "Really great!" Albert was saying with no trace of his former sullen machismo. "Just wait till you see what I do this time!"
She heard water splash and guessed they had figured out from watching her how to use the head and wash off. Moments later the two naked Adonis's hove into view. They began oozing in, one on each side of her in the triangular area before the mast. "Be with you in a minute," Ted said. She scooted out of the bunk, evading the hands that grabbed for tits and ass.
The most amazing thing, she guessed, was that her smooth muscular body was still as perfect as it had been this morning. Nothing like keeping in good shape, she guessed. Any other woman who had undergone all the thumping she had taken would be showing bruises by now. She maneuvered her way into the tiny head and douched, sluicing her body off with warm water and flushing a fantastic amount of love's memory from her satiated cunt. Suddenly she realized she had had enough. Good God, she thought. I fainted! She had been licked, kissed, sucked, rubbed and tickled until she lost count of the times she had cum. Only then had the willing boys been allowed to slip it to her in the old-fashioned way.
Now she had… she tried to remember. They had been grab-assing so long things tended to fuse together in a single erotic montage of young male bodies assaulting her from every angle. Finally she sorted it out. The boys had each cum once, quickly and explosively in her knowledgeable bands. Then each had slipped it to her once, managing a quite respectable fuck for an inexperienced thirteen and fourteen-year-old virgin.
And now, she realized, they were already making bets, planning strategy for the next round. She sighed and gave her immaculate body a final check in the mirror on the head door. She was still a ballerina at thirty-nine-not an ounce of flab or fat on her. She wondered how many girls of twenty could compete.
She was tired, sated, didn't really want to do anything but just lie down in a soft comfortable bed and sleep forever. But… she had led the boys on.
It wouldn't be fair to deprive them now. Besides… once she got going again maybe she could build up some enthusiasm. Even if she couldn't, they were only boys. What could they know about whether she was enjoying it or not? More importantly, would they even care? She gave a wry grin. This particular pair of male chauvinist pigs just wanted to stick it in her again. And she might as well accept whatever they had to offer with humble gratitude.
Slowly, shoulders back and bare tits standing proud like twin headlights, she approached the triangular bunk where the boys waited in silent expectation. Making as much of a production of it as she could in the confined space, she twisted her graceful body about and begin oozing in between to hot throbbing young bodies full of male joy, willing to spend their machismo upon her.
She turned and lay face upward between them. Without warning Albert was atop her, kneeing her thighs apart. Before she could protest he had threaded her needle. She felt the hot length of his throbbing hammer slide smoothly up her cunt. Good God, she thought, why did I even bother cleaning up? But… Albert was only a boy. He was hot to trot. She decided the best thing to do was just lay back, relax, and let him hump and thump until he had spilled another hair-trigger load.
But once more Albert-surprised her. "Sorry," he muttered.
"For what?" Ted asked in some surprise.
"I had to get it in in a hurry."
"Why?"
The boy stiffened for a moment, pushing his ass against hers. There was a tense moment while they both waited to see if he was going to cum. Finally Albert released a heavy breath. "I don't know," he said. "I guess just thinking about how I was going to do it next time. And then that funny snaky way you come walking back here."
Ted smiled a secret inner smile. At least she still knew how to turn a man on. All those years stretching her ass into a pretzel at the practice bar were worth something. "Just what were you planning on doing this time?" she asked.
Albert wasn't saying. After an instant's reflection she knew he hadn't better. Despite having cum twice already, once in her hand and once in her cock pocket, the boy was still so keyed up at the realization that after all these lonely desperate years he was actually lying here naked atop a real live woman, with his cock in a real warm soft wet cunt, that to say or even think what he was planning to do to this naked woman beneath him would be enough to end it all right now and he might never get another chance at fucking.
Ted closed her eyes. She let her whole body relax. She concentrated on the feel of the boy's hot throbbing maleness spiked deep as he could get it within her. She could feel the beat of his racing heart transmitted through the throb of his knob. Overlaid was the slower, heavier rhythm of his breathing. She could feel the convulsive contractions of the complicated sphincter musculature as the boy squeezed, trying spasmodically to resist the overwhelming desire to cum.
She tried to concentrate, to inventory the simply physical sensation of what it was like to have a hot young cock inside her. First of all, there was the pressure of his hard young body pressing down on her as she lay supine, thighs spread and knees flexed to make room for him.
The boy's fourteen-year-old body was tall as it would ever be. But he still hadn't grown up yet except for the length of his magnificent cock. He was slim, just hairing at crotch and chest, and bore a magnificent framework for the muscles that would someday be there. At the moment he was slim, smooth, with the wondrous male grace of some pre-Christian statue. But the part of him she was most aware of was his stiff, hard, hot throbbing cock.
She was aware of its length, its flared head. But she had to get her thoughts in order, make an. inventory if she was to remember this golden moment during the years of solitude that were sure to come.
First, there was the slightly stretched feel of her vulva as its hairy lips were parted to make room for this visitor. It felt… good. She didn't know how else to describe the stretched flexion of that swollen, well-haired lip. She supposed she would be more aware, more sensitive if somebody were patting, rubbing or licking the lips of her cunt. But she could think of nothing else one half so satisfying as the feel of her vulva stretched around a hot throbbing cock.
Then there were the difficult to describe feelings inside as her cunt stretched its marvelously flexible lining to accommodate this throbbing invader. His cock was hot, as if the boy were running a temperature. She felt its warm pulsating length inside her, pushing everything this way and that to make room for its rampant male chauvinism.
Albert's whole body was stiff as his cock as he struggled not to cum. She marveled at the fourteen-year-old's vitality. This would be his-third? She guessed so. How many times would the boy explode before he could settle down and do a-man's job of fucking?
Gradually, one muscle at a time, she felt the boy's body relax. She tried to let her own body go loose, doing nothing at all that would provoke an explosion from this wonderful hair-triggered boy. Finally, cautiously as if he were defusing a bomb, the boy began pulling his rock-hard cock out.
She felt her insides move and flow back into place, felt the sudden warm glow that meant in another minute she was going to cum again. The boy was still puffing it out, slow as an hour hand. He reached the end of his stroke and hovered, the tip of his cock barely inside her love-slicked vulval lips. Then, even more slowly than before, the boy began sliding it back into her.
Ted thought she had never experienced anything one half so delicious as the feel of that long slow stroke. She wished it would go on forever, that the boy would keep feeding slow miles of maleness into her, until it came out her mouth, out of her ears!
Albert's ended only some six inches from where it began. Before Ted had time to regret it he was pulling out again, moving a little faster now as he gained confidence.
She felt her cunt clenching, clutching at his cock, trying to pull it back inside her deeper, faster, harder. But if the boy felt he gave no sign. He pulled his cock slowly out, hovered once more over her, supporting his weight on his elbows to each side of her rib cage, enclosing her in his maleness, bare bouncing his smooth muscled chest against the pneumatic firmness of her proudly upstanding tits. Each time his body touched her throbbing nipples she felt a rush of fire up through her belly.
He hovered, cock tip barely inside her, started to put it back in, hesitated, gritted his teeth for a hair-raising moment, then feinted once more. Ted gritted his own teeth as she waited, wondering if this bliss could continue or if it would end with another ignominious explosion. Finally the boy was sliding it deep down into her again. Ted released a happy sigh. "Aaaahhhh!"
Albert concentrated on his fucking, rubbing his smooth hard body gently up and down, sideways across her until the whole front of her body from thighs to tits was super sensitized to the slightest movement of his hard-throbbing maleness against her. His chest touching and tickling her nipples turned her on with a totality so complete that for seconds at a time she actually forgot all about the wonderful maleness that was sliding in and out, in and out with a gradually increasing rhythm.
But Albert didn't forget. Gradually gaining confidence, he began experimenting. At first he had been so filled with breathless delight at merely being able to get it into her before coming that he had been able to do little else. But now that Ted lay totally passive and motionless, doing nothing to help, the boy started branching out, searching out odd sensations in her passive body.
He pulled out, hesitated, feinted two or three times before suddenly driving it back in with a magnificent slam. He stopped at the bottom of his stroke, holding for a moment, straining for another silly millimeter of penetration before beginning his long slow stroke out. Halfway out he hesitated, poked in and out a couple of times, then bottomed again instead of coming all the way out.
Ted tried to relax, to take it all without reacting. But it was hard to make her cunt relax when it wanted to cuddle and squeeze this wonderful warm maleness. She felt her insides tensing and gathering forces for another orgasm. Please, she prayed, not yet. Don't make me squirm and wiggle and twist until the poor boy can't control himself! Let him get his fill of fucking at least once!
Albert's dedication was noble and complete. He still hovered atop her, rubbing his smooth hard body over hers, rubbing his smooth hard cock inside her soft warm cunt. He stopped, twisted, poking his cock into her from odd angles that stretched her vagina in delightfully different directions, awakening memories far older than Albert.
Suddenly she was back on the casting couch in Mr. Hammel's office, a twelve-year-old virgin getting buggered by an impresario too smart to take her maidenhead. What a day that had been!
Mr. Hammel's bald spot turned flaming red as he slipped his thing up her asshole. And after the surprise and the first bright flame of agony Ted had managed to relax and discover it was not all that bad. There was something kind of nice about the feel of Mr. Hammel's hot male body over her. She had been handled before by men-by faggot ballet instructors who twisted and manipulated her with no more feeling than if she had been a lump of clay being twisted into some new erotic statue. But Mr. Hammel was different. In some basic way she knew that even though he was hurting her almost as much as some of the ballet masters had, he was hurting her in an entirely different way-a personal way.
The knowledge that Mr. Hammel was enjoying himself as he enjoyed her made a great difference to twelve-year-old Ted. She tried to relax, to let him put it in deeper and harder if that was what he wanted. If that was what she was going to have to do to get the part… Mother had warned her there would be sacrifices.
And it wasn't all that much of a sacrifice. At least she was lying down, relaxing as Mr. Hammel did all the work. And it felt so funny. Good kind of funny-like a long slow tickle from somebody who really loved her. Each time his cock went up her ass she felt filled unto bursting with the desire to shit. Each time it came out she felt the blessed relief that came after a healthy evacuation. And she could feel the brush of crisp hair around his cock banging into the half open lips of her smooth hairless vulva, tickling that funny little part inside where the pee came out. It felt so funny. It felt so gooood!
Each time he came down against her tight-stretched little ass she felt that tickle of hair against clitoris. There was a growing feel of tension, of something building. She didn't know what but somewhere in the back of her mind was the growing expectation that soon now any minute something wonderful was going to happen.
As Mr. Hammel continued pouring his cock to her she felt her asshole slowly loosen and lubricate. Soon he was doing all sorts of delightful little feints, stopping halfway in, pulling out, changing direction unexpectedly. Then he was abruptly twisting himself with unexpected agility until his mouth was fastened over one of the just-swelling buds of her soon-to-be breasts.
Ted had never known their swollen tenderness could feel so delightful until his mouth fastened over one tiny nipple and began sucking, kissing, licking until her virginal areola framed a nipple swollen to rock-hard erection. He took his mouth away and she was almost in tears. Then he put his mouth down on her other tit and everything was wonderful again.
His hands were caressing her ass, slipping between their straining bodies to rub her belly, running smoothly up and down her ribs, enfolding her in a warm glow of eroticism. As Mr. Hammel accelerated his pumping she felt her tiny hard-muscled ass begin bobbing, rising each time to meet his thrust. He was still kissing her tiny tits and she could see the top of his head getting pinker and pinker, until she was sure it must be as flushed as her own soft inner thighs. Everything felt so warm, so soft, so wonderful, except for Mr. Hammel's cock and that was most wondrously hard, seemingly able to maintain its steadfast erection indefinitely.
She put out a tentative hand and touched the nape of Mr. Hammel's neck. It must have been the right thing to do for. Mr. Hammel was suddenly driving it into her deeper, harder, faster. He got his hand down there too and between plunges he was twinking her tiny virginal clit. "Aaaahhh!" he moaned.
Ted felt it happening. It was like she was coming apart, melting and flowing into strange new shapes under the force of Mr. Hammel's busy body working on hers. Waves of joy flooded her still unfucked cunt, making her feel wet and sloppy but happier and more fulfilled, more rested and relaxed than she had ever been before. It was as if she had just taken a sudden and impossibly hot bath and all the sweat, all the aches and pains of a week's hard practice at the ballet bar had been flushed from her aching body in one giant and instantaneous expulsion.
She felt great jets of warm softness flow abruptly up her ass and wondered if she or Mr. Hammel was responsible. Suddenly it seemed as if they were both swimming in a pool of the joyous juices of love. "Oooohhhh!" Mr. Hammel moaned.
Ted felt herself melt and flow until it felt as if she would dribble through the cracks in the cushions and end up on the floor. For a moment Mr. Hammel was immobile atop her. Then he gave a tremendous sigh and rolled slightly. His flaccid cock came out of her ass with an audible 'thuck' like a cork from a bottle of champagne. And Ted felt herself empty, drained, totally and completely used up. She wondered if she would ever find the strength to walk again.
"You're wonderful," Mr. Hammel gasped. "Best I've ever… " He didn't finish saying it.
"Is that all?" Ted asked sleepily. "Don't you want to do anything more?"
Mr. Hammel kissed her and said no, maybe tomorrow and took her into his own private toilet where, surprisingly, there was a shower and bidet. Ted was American but every ballet studio had a bidet somewhere so she scrubbed her ass professionally under Mr. Hammel's benevolent gaze. "Really wonderful," he repeated.
"Do I get the part?" Ted had asked.
"At least once a day for the duration of the run I promise you'll get that part," Mr. Hammel promised, and thus twelve-year-old and still virginal Ted went home without understanding exactly what Mr. Hammel's promise had meant.
She found out in the next few months though, and learned several refinements in the art of love which can become complicated enough if a girl intends to remain a virgin.
But all that was years ago. At thirty-nine Ted was no virgin. Nor, as of something like an hour now, was fourteen-year-old Albert. While she had been dreaming of the dear dead days with Mr. Hammel the boy had sneaked in a rest. He lay, half supporting his weight atop her, deliberately cooling out his cock, letting it soak in the comforting warmth of her cunt. She felt its solid bulk still stretching her to the painful precipice of prurient pleasure. She clenched her cunt muscles and gave him a friendly squeeze.
Abruptly Albert was through resting. He pulled out, out, out until she was sure she would lose her tenuous grip on the tip of his tool, then without warning WHAM! She felt his hard-muscled pelvis slam against her ass as he drove ft in up to the hilt, hitting her with a solid smack that threatened to drive it in up to her lungs.
And without warning Ted came. Came explosively, finally, melting, shrieking, flowing, deliquescing into a puddle of spent passion. "Ooohhh!" she moaned, and closed her eyes. The bunk tilted suddenly as if they had struck heavy weather and she felt herself slipping, sliding, corkscrewing way down into some deepening, blackening hole.
When she woke she didn't believe it.
It was bard to believe that anything could have happened that would make her cum so hard, with such a total burst of passion that she couldn't even remember passing out. But she knew she must have fainted because she was in a different position now. The boys had moved her around and gotten her in between them. Albert must have cum the same moment she did for he no longer had his cock inside her. She must have been out for some time, she guessed, for he had washed off. She felt herself and realized the boys must have done their best to clean her up too. Only now she lay on her side and little thirteen-year-old John's curly head was nuzzling her tits. He had his cock in her and was fucking away like a frantic rabbit.
I'll kill myself if I keep this up, she knew. She had to do something before these boys wore her out. Good God, she'd fainted twice now. How much more of this could she take? She wondered what was wrong with her. Whores took on fifty or more men in a night and were none the worse for wear. But… whores didn't get involved in their work. Ted knew what she had to do. She had to get a grip on herself and not cum every time one of these teenage studs got his wand into her magic box. It was her own fault she guessed, for holding out so long. Now her body was taking its revenge and making up for lost time.
She closed her eyes and tried not to think about the curly-headed thirteen-year-old who had his cock in full erection, his full erection filling her cunt, alternately stuffing and emptying her belly as he ram slammed his lust into her, whamming and bamming like some animated toy or a rabbit on speed.
He was trying to get it all together before he came. She guessed the best thing she could do to help was nothing at all. If she were to open her eyes or move or evince the slightest interest in what this boy was doing to her passive body she knew that tiny added element of excitement would be enough to set him off. And if he came now he would recover in a few minutes and want to fuck her again-and again, and again! Christ, she was tired!
Ted was sorry she had ever even considered the idea of letting these two untried studs prove their virility on her. Then, unbelieving, she felt her body begin to react to the stimulus of a hot young cock pounding away at her as hard, as fast, as deep as a hairless thirteen-year-old could pour it to her.
His curly head was still buried in her tits. Then abruptly he surfaced, breathed raggedly, and dived back down into her tits again. Only this time he fastened his mouth over her nipple and began sucking. Ted felt that old familiar feeling in her belly, felt herself starting to turn on under the relentless assault of this thirteen-year-old's mouth and prick. She wondered what the boy was feeling-if his first-time sensations had anything in common with what she had experienced that memorable day when she had been twelve and Mr. Hammel had been anywhere between fifty and a hundred.
The boy was still pounding away at her pussy, giving her his all, neither pacing himself nor making any effort to hold anything back. She wondered how long he could get away with it before his immature body betrayed him with another hair-trigger orgasm.
She felt her raddled body gather forces for another orgasm of her own and knew she had to stop it. If she came again this soon… Maybe if she opened her eyes and cooperated… Ted put her arms around the boy and drew him deeper into her. She wrapped her legs around his lean muscular ass and pulled him toward her. She caressed the nape of his neck and moaned encouragement.
Abruptly the boy stopped pumping. And just as abruptly Ted knew what her mistake had been. She should have known better. After all, little girls had the same fantasies too, didn't they? She guessed it must be a part of developing sexuality-this secret feeling that each little boy and girl on earth was the first one ever to discover the joys of fucking.
And since each hard-throbbing hot little body knew that it alone possessed the secret of this immense and unholy joy, it stood to reason that fucking could never be a cooperative affair. Fucking could never be as much fun for the other person as for oneself. By all the rules of logic and everything a boy or girl had been taught all his life, fucking was something dirty-vaguely related to bathroom functions and certainly not the kind of thing one's parents or any really nice people did.
Therefore fucking was something that had to be attained by stealth, by trickery, by any hook or crook means, but never by the simple expedient of simply asking cooperation in a venture between equal partners.
All of which is just another way of saying that little John had been getting his jollies with Ted's body as long as he thought she was unconscious of asleep. Once he learned she was awake and as eager as he all the fun went out of it. She felt the boy's cock dwindling within her newly throbbing cunt. Ted didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
She was grateful for the rest but abruptly she knew there was life in the thirty-nine-year-old cunt yet. If she could just relax and enjoy a gentle turn-on without letting herself get worked up into these body wracking uncontrollable orgasms, Ted knew she was still willing to put up with a few hours of gentle joy.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
The boy muttered something into her tits and she wondered if now she was going to have a new problem with this one going sullen instead of the fourteen-year-old.
"Didn't anybody ever tell you that girls like to do it too?" she probed.
"Huh?" The idea was so alien to little John that he surfaced and stared into her eyes.
"Really," Ted said. "Just about anybody likes to do it if you ask us right and be nice. It's just as much fun for us as it is for you."
"Why didn't nobody ever tell me?" the boy asked in a doubtful voice.
"Did you, ever ask?"
While the boy was trying to think up an answer she gave his cock a cunt-squeeze. To her mild surprise she found it growing again.
"No kidding?" the boy finally said. "Do you really like it?"
"Would I be letting you do it if I didn't?"
Obviously this thought had never entered the boy's mind. "Golly!" he finally exclaimed. "What do you like best?"
"What do you like best?" Ted countered.
"Well, damn, I don't know." The boy suddenly discovered his revivified rod. He gave an experimental shove and discovered he could still get it in and out of her without its bending double. "Just doin' that, I guess," he said, and began pumping.
"Take it easy," Ted cautioned. "You don't have to hurry."
"No?"
"I'm not going to disappear or turn into a pumpkin. You can do it as long as you want to. But if you'll just relax and take it slow you might end up doing it a lot longer."
"Yeaaahhh!" little John agreed. He slowed and began feeding her lazy penetrations, stopping at the bottom of each plunge to savor the warm goodness at the bottom of her newly throbbing cunt. Ted sighed and relaxed, savoring the warmth of a gentle turn-on. How long, she wondered, could she hold out this way, just relaxing, letting the boy do all the work, enjoying the gentle joy of a slow fuck, never quite letting herself cum again?
"What about me?" Albert asked.
"What?"
"Me! You tell him he can go on forever and take all the time he wants. When do I get my turn again?"
"Oh dear!" Ted sighed. "I hadn't thought about that." Actually, she had thought about it but it had only been minutes since Albert had cum explosively inside her-cum with a virulent passion that had made her faint with the intensity of her own response. She had thought he would be out of action for at least an hour if not forever. And here only moments later the boy wanted to get it into her again!
"Are you really ready so soon?" she asked.
"I'm always ready," Albert growled with a hint of his former sullenness.
Ted tried to look at the boy but with little John pumping steadily away between her legs, head buried between her tits as he rapidly switched from one to another, keeping both her nipples hard as marbles, she really didn't have too much freedom of movement. She put out an exploring hand and bumped Albert's hard-muscled belly where he lay alongside her. She wondered if the boy was even aware of bow he was unconsciously slipping higher in the bunk so she could…
Ted's hand encountered the crisp patch of his pubic hair, then closed around his cock. It was hard, throbbing, ready once more for action. "Oh, dear!" she murmured. "We'll have to work something out."