The two men didn't get very far in the one remaining car. Less than a half-mile from the cabin the carburetor burst in a flood of gasoline. They decided it had to be because of the altitude. The two started walking toward the very direction of Sylvia Parker's mobile home.
Danny Horton stayed half the morning in the mobile home.
Before the cadet put on his clothes to be driven back to the military school in the Parker station wagon, he had fucked his best friend's mom four times, and he had learned a great deal about what it takes to please a mature woman.
As they bumped along in the station wagon, Danny felt constrained to check out just what his progress report was.
"How was I?" he asked, glancing over at the profile of Sylvia Parker, taking in the strong jut of her breasts and remembering how good they had tasted against his tongue. She exchanged glances with him, and smiled. "You were very good, Danny. Are you sure that was the first time you ever satisfied a woman?"
The cadet blushed. "Jesus, was it that obvious?"
"Yes, but in a nice way. The only thing wrong was that it made me feel slightly like a dirty old woman."
Danny shook his head politely. "Don't say that. I loved what you let me do. I'd like to do it again, too." And even as he suggested another round of screwing, Danny could feel his young prick twitching toward still another healthy hard-on!
"It's very dangerous, Danny. We could have been caught, you know."
"It would almost be worth it. You liked it, didn't you?"
She glanced at the handsome young man again and wished like hell that they had fucked five times! She could still feel the nice hardness of his lusty cock inside the walls of her cant, still sense the pumping hotness of him, the endless energy of his teenaged buttocks hammering out a waltz of passion above her open thighs.
"Yes," she whispered, softly, "I liked what we did very much – and I do want to have you again."
"We could maybe get a motel room," Danny said, letting one hand fall down into his lap to cover the growing bulge at his crotch. "I'd sure like to fuck you real good in a place where nobody would disturb us."
The idea was tempting, she thought, but since the only motel in the small village near the military school wasn't exactly that private, she knew it wouldn't work. If a woman was seen going into a motel room with one of the local cadets, the news would spread like wildfire.
"No motel," she said.
Danny grinned. "Hey, I got an idea. If we let old Bobby in on what we're doing, we could keep on fucking in your mobile home. We could do it while your husband is out fishing every day."
"Are you insane?" she stammered. "I can't ever let Bobby know what we did this morning. He's too young – and besides, he's my own son!"
Danny was still grinning. "Bobby's got a nice-sized cock on him. All the guys talk about it in the showers at school. They call him Hoss' Parker behind his back."
Despite herself, Sylvia felt her ears prickling up at that news! She realized suddenly that she had not seen her own son naked since he was a very little boy. Was it possible, she wondered, that her son was better hung than Danny Horton?
"You – uh – don't mean that Bobby is – ah – better equipped than you are?" she questioned weakly.
"Hell, he's got me beat by a couple of inches any way you look at it. That bastard is a first-class stud."
The information was most enlightening!
All the conversation about sex was heating both of them up, and Sylvia kept glancing constantly between Danny's legs. His hand was cupped almost shyly over the huge erection in his tight, army-type trousers.
Sylvia smiled. "May I see what you're hiding, Danny?"
He gulped as crimson spots appeared on his cheeks, but he drew his hand away so that she could see the boldly outlined shape of his prick.
It amazed her that he could have another tremendous hard-on after having balled her like an animal all morning!
"Take it out of your pants," she said, her voice hoarse with the need to touch his penis one more time.
"Christ, you mean right in the car?"
"Why not? Nobody is going to see us."
He didn't have to be asked twice to do something that stirred his lascivious imagination so easily.
He unzipped his pants and finally managed to pull out his bone-hard prick. It stood up out of his fly like a banana, the pink head still flushed a deeper, pinker color from all the fucking he had done.
Her right hand left the steering wheel and fluttered over between his legs. She touched her fingers lightly up and down the rigid pole of flesh, playing with his cock, teasing it, making it grown stiffer with every feather touch.
"God, I'd give a million bucks to fuck you again right now," Danny groaned, spreading his legs as far apart as he could under the conditions, and putting his arms back up over the back rest. "I guess I'm a sex maniac, or something-but that damned dick of mine stays hard twenty-four hours a day."
"That's nice," Sylvia, crooned, slowing the big station wagon to a crawl as she brazenly began to jack him off. She loved the way his prick throbbed and responded to the squeezing pressurings of her hand. It gave her a sense of power to play with his large cock, and just remembering how nice it had felt between her legs made her pussy begin to sweat with pleasure.
The more she gently jacked his penis the closer he came to a climax. She had him panting with lust in only minutes.
"I-I-I'm gonna cum," he husked. "I'm gonna shoot my load all over my goddamn uniform!"
She slowed the car down and pulled off the road. She was still pumping her hand up and down on his horny prick as she looked in the rear-view mirror and ahead. There was nobody coming-nobody except Danny!
"Tell me when you can't hold it any longer," she breathed, leaning forward and watching her own slender fingers curled around the big, lewdly erected organ of the cadet.
Danny closed his eyes and let his lips part as one drumming thrill after another went through his balls and out to the head of his cock. He thought of hot pussies all lined up in a row for him to fuck-everything from young cants to the hairy snatches of forty-year old whores!
"AA.AAHHHHhhhhh!!!"
She could feel the powerful surging from his testicles, and swiftly, expertly, she leaned far over his thighs and took over half of his rigid prick into her mouth. The warm, velvety touch of her lips and tongue over his hard peter triggered the final joy for him, and with a grunt of pure lust he let his balls fire off one tremendous glut of sperm after another.
The hot, bolting jets of his male nectar filled her mouth to overflowing-but she swallowed every drop of it. She loved the taste and smell of his creamy, healthy sperm. She vented her own need for pleasure by continuing for a few moments to gently suck around the head of his prick, milking the last droplets onto her tongue while one of her hands softly squeezed the root of his cock.
Very slowly, very reluctantly, his penis softened in her mouth. She gave his faltering prick one of two loving swipes with her tongue.
From the hill just above the parked station wagon, Bill and Kurt could waste no more time watching the wild scene. It had been almost an hour since they had left the girls at the cabin, and these two unlikely lovers had been the first human beings they had come upon. Kurt ran the few steps down out of the roadside brush and stuck his head in the window. He didn't bother to look down at the cadet's penis; he had seen enough of it in the last ten minutes.
"Listen," he said. "I know this is a hell of a time but my friend and I have to get to the police. Will you drive us? Our car has been stolen."
Sylvia was almost in a state of hysterics, but before she could pull herself together, Bill and Kurt were in the car, with Kurt driving. Danny and Sylvia sat in the back seat, just looking at each other in sheer fright. Maybe these two men were the police! And God! They were driving straight to the police station in the village!
But the woman and the young man calmed down as they sat and listened to Kurt tell his story to the desk sergeant.
The complaint filed, Sylvia drove the two men to where they could rent a car to drive back to the cabin. Before she left them, Bill gave Sylvia a knowing grin and said, "Listen, here's our phone numbers down in the city. After you and your husband get back there, give us a call. We'll have.a little party, if you know what I mean."
Sylvia knew exactly what he meant, and she did call a week later. After that it was a steady weekly affair, all five of them playing from bed to bed… Stacey's bed, Kurt's bed, anybody's bed. But not Sylvia's bed.
She had never even mentioned a word of the incident in the mountains to her husband Joe. He would never understand.