It was the loneliest Friday night Laura had known for a long time. She was obsessed with the thought of Ben's huge cock and how much she wanted it now. When she finally did get to sleep; she dreamt about it burning up her insides and tearing her cunt apart, frustrating her even in her dreams.
Several times during the night she awoke from the fright of the nightmares she was having. She could tell herself the whole idea was ridiculous; that his cock wouldn't stretch her cunt out of shape; that it would only satisfy her like she'd never been satisfied before. But every time she dozed off again, she'd have another nightmare about him. She finally told herself that she would soon put an end to her fear of his cock by seducing it.
She awoke earlier than usual for a Saturday and lounged around the apartment in her robe. The lint thing she did after breakfast was get out her photography equipment and check to see that she had everything she needed for her first sitting. There was a full roll of 36 exposures in her 35-mm camera, she noted, setting the camera on the tripod in the middle of the living-worn floor. Then she plugged in her electronic flash unit, to charge the batteries. The school had a small, but fully equipped darkroom, she recalled, with pangs of excitement churning inside her, making her wish she could get started at once. Her mind was spinning with the thoughts of all the possibilities her hobby offered, in and around the school.
In the middle of making a list of the supplies she would need, the doorbell rang, startling her with its unexpected intrusion. Since it was the first time the chime had been rung, she froze momentarily as though in danger. When she realized what it was, she jumped up to answer the door, but her heart was still pounding with alarm. But she was even more thrilled at the thought of having a guest, hoping on the way that it would be Ben or even Wayne Bryant.
"Edward!" she said with surprise when she saw the boy that had aggravated her since the first day she arrived.
"Can I talk to you, Miss Roberts?" Edward Klinger asked in a soft, nervous voice. It was an unusual, humble approach for the boy Laura considered the most arrogant in the school. "I… I wanted to… errrr… apologize… for what happened," he stammered.
"That's very nice of you, Edward," Laura said, clutching her terrycloth robe at the neck to keep from revealing too much of her naked tits. "I accept your apology. And I apologize for losing my temper, too. I shouldn't have stormed into the locker room the way I did."
"That's what I wanted to talk to you about," he mumbled, shifting nervously from one foot to the other as he stood outside the door.
"Oh. In that case come in," Laura said, opening the door wide and motioning with a sweep of her arm for him to enter the living room.
Laura guessed his age to be about seventeen. He was a lean boy, she noted, about an inch taller than herself and didn't pose much of a threat. Had he been built like Ben, she wouldn't have invited him in, she told herself. If a boy his size lost his temper, she'd be defenseless against his power and strength.
Laura motioned for him to have a seat in the living room, but he remained standing, with his head bowed as he summoned up the courage to tell her why he had come to talk to her. She sat on the couch, waiting patiently for him to say something, wondering what could be so important that he made this special trip and was so timid.
"I couldn't sleep last night," he said nervously. "There's no need to get upset about what happened at the pool," Laura offered. "It's all over now anyway…"
"That's not the reason I came!" he blurted out. "It's what you said… in the locker room."
"I… don't understand," she said, trying to recall what she had said in her fit of rage, but unable to remember now.
"Well… you said I had a… little… co… pri… you know… little penis!"
"I was very angry," Laura replied. "To tell the truth, I didn't remember what I said until you just mentioned it."
"That's easy for you… you're a girl! But I couldn't sleep last night worrying about it. I've never… you know, done it to a girl. Now I'm afraid when I get the chance… well… suppose she laughs?"
Laura wanted to laugh, but controlled the urge, since she realized the boy was very serious. Once again she had a tingling sensation at the thought of being face-to-face with a virgin male. Aren't girls suppose to prefer experienced men? she asked herself. I do! But for some strange reason these virgins turn me on, too!
"To be perfectly honest," she finally said, "I don't think I even saw your… private parts."
"You don't think?" he shot back. "You're the only girl that's ever seen me naked, and you don't know if you saw it?"
"Calm down, Edward," Laura said softly as the boy paced the floor, working himself into a tantrum.
"Sure… sure… but I came here to find out if there was anything wrong with me. And you can't even remember if you saw it!"
"All right!" Laura snapped back at him. "We'll settle the problem once and for all."
"How?" he asked with a dumbstruck look at. Laura got up from the couch and approached him.
"We'll check it out right here and now!"
"Huh? But…"
"Let me have your jacket," she ordered, helping him slip it off. "Come now, stop being so childish. Get out of your clothes."
"OH! Hey! I don't know…"
"Just do as I say. We'll solve this whole thing in a matter of minutes. Besides, I saw you naked anyway, remember?"
It sounded reasonable to the boy as he pulled off his sweater and undershirt with one motion. But even though she had already seen him naked, he hesitated to drop his pants.
"Let's get this over with," Laura ordered, pretending it meant nothing to her, while fighting with her pounding heart and trembling hands to gain control of the building excitement inside her. "I'll be right back," she said, leaving him standing there as she walked towards the kitchen. "Get out of those pants," she shot back over her shoulder.
It was a move to give him confidence in her motives, and at the same time it gave her time to pull herself together. Once in the kitchen, she made noises with the utensils, to show him she was really too busy for his nonsense. When she returned, he was standing in the center of the room, totally naked, but with his hands modestly covering his groin. Her heart skipped a beat when she caught sight of her camera, sitting on the tripod and aimed, as though planned, at the naked boy. Her head began to swim with all the thoughts rushing through it, all demanding instant attention and causing confusion.
She stepped before him and reached out her hands to take him by the wrists, while looking him straight in the eye. Without looking down, she separated his hands and said, "You'll have to trust me, Edward. It's difficult to correct something that was said in a fit of anger. If I examine you and tell you you're normal, you probably won't believe tell you you're not, you won't want to believe me. So I'm going to relieve your problem in such a way that it'll leave you with no lingering doubts."
"All right," he gulped.
Laura lowered her eyes quickly then and stared at his shriveled cock. "Now that didn't hurt, did it?" she asked, to break the tension.
"No," he said in a low whisper, keeping his eyes straight ahead, not daring to look down.
"Put your hands on your hips," she said, releasing his wrists. "And just trust me."
Then she stepped away quickly, looked him over and went to the camera. Before he realized what she was doing, the electronic flash flickered its light around the room.
"What the…? Hey!" he gasped.
"Turn sideways," she shot back. "Do as I say. Just trust me. It'll only take a second."
The boy turned, and the flash popped.
"There," she said, walking back to him with a smile on her face. "When you see pictures of yourself, along with pictures of other boys your age, you'll believe."
"Well, what do you think in the meantime?" he asked in a slightly more relaxed voice.
"I'll tell you in a moment. But first we'll have to see it when it's hard," she answered, reaching down and lifting his cock in the palm of her hand. "It's obvious you're very nervous, and we won't have a true picture until it's at its biggest."
The boy's limp cock rested motionless in her palm. She smiled at him coyly and bent forward, giving him a more revealing glimpse down her pink robe. His eyes widened and she knew he could see all but the very tips of her full tits now. This game she had just discovered with inexperienced boys gave her a delicious thrill. They were like slaves to her wanton impulses; afraid to move without permission; driven to insanity with desire; and not knowing what it was going to be like, when and if they got the reward they hungered for.
"I wish you'd relax," she purred softly. "It won't get hard if you're so nervous."
"I can't help it," he whimpered.
"Maybe you'd feel better if I slipped out of my robe," she sighed, as though being very patient and tolerant with him, without letting him know of her burning lust.
His limp cock slipped from her palm and slapped against his leg as she stepped away from him. She turned to slip out of the robe and tossed it on the couch, remembering the delight her ass gave Ben, when he saw the silky-smooth flesh for the first time. Then she turned and saw the boy's eyes flash wide and his cock spring upright as he feasted all at once on her naked flesh. His eyes seemed to be in a panic as they darted from her uplifted tits to her cunt-hair and back to her tits again. The feast was obviously more than his hungry eyes could consume at one sitting, she thought with growing excitement.
"Face the camera," she said, stepping behind it for another shot. "That's good. Now turn sideways… fine… very good."
"I… never… saw… anyone as beautiful as you, Miss Roberts," he said with sincerity in his voice. "Doesn't it bother you to be naked… I mean, with someone looking?"
"Not at all," she said, returning to where Edward was standing. "I guess it doesn't bother you after you've modeled for a while. Just look at you. Now that you've had your picture taken, you're not nervous any more."
"You're right!" he said with astonishment. "And I forgot all about whether it was too small, too."
Laura stepped up to him then, brushing the head of his throbbing cock with her soft pussy-hair, causing havoc in the boy's body and giving him goose-flesh from head to toe.
She smiled at him and said, "You've got nothing to be ashamed of, Edward. So just stop thinking about it."
"I wouldn't have believed anyone else, Miss Roberts. But you have a way of making a guy feel… great!"
Laura's cunt screamed to possess the throbbing meat, whose purplish knob was throbbing in her nest of pussy-hair. It would be so easy, she told herself, squirming at the touch of his cock-head just a short distance above the entrance to her cunt.
"Mmmmm… you say such nice things," she cooed, touching the tip of her rock-hard nipples against his chest. It was just enough of a touch to add more torment to his already steaming-hot lust for her. "Things could have been so much nicer, if I wasn't constantly being hassled by the boys in the class."
"No more, Miss Roberts," he said, breathing heavy now. "I promise. And I'll do my best to keep the other guys from making any trouble, too."
"I'd really appreciate that, Ed," she breathed softly. "Would you like something to drink? I have a whole pot of coffee on the stove…"
"No thank you," he gulped, not wanting to lose the thrill touching the tip of his cock.
Laura knew the lust in her body would best be served if she prolonged the waiting period. He was hers, she knew. To be taken anytime she wanted. But why rush into a fast fuck? she asked herself. The morning was still young and there were so many hours ahead before the boring weekend was over, she told herself.
"Do you like my tits!" she asked coyly, taking a step backwards and hearing him swallow a groan of agony at the lost delight of her touch.
"Yes!" he answered quickly. "They're beautiful."
"Then why don't you kiss them?" she asked with an inviting smile.
"I will!"
His eager hands sprang to the task of caressing her tits first; then he lowered his head and sipped at each quivering nipple. She watched with fascination and growing excitement as he licked her jugs, painting saliva over every smooth, tingling inch before he sucked one into his mouth. His inexperience made him handle her boobs tenderly, lovingly, not wanting to do anything wrong on his first mouth-watering taste of tit-flesh. Laura found his enormous hunger exciting and reached a hand behind his head, pulling him tight against her to stuff her aching tit into his eager mouth.
When he had finished servicing both tits with his sucking and licking, he looked up into her eyes with despair. In a hoarse whisper he announced, "I'm gonna come. I can't hold it back…"
"Close your eyes and turn around," she said in a commanding tone. He obeyed instantly and Laura added, "There's no fun in just coming. Control yourself."
"I can't," he whined.
Laura suddenly realized she was faced with a problem that was just the opposite of what she had experienced with Ben. The one boy couldn't contain his ejaculation, the other seemed to last forever. But she found Edward's dilemma amusing and a challenge to her imagination.
"Count to ten," she offered, watching him clench his fists and squeeze his eyes tightly closed as he fought to contain the overexcited thumping sensation in his cock. Every muscle in his body I seemed to contract in an effort to stop the explosion. It was exciting just watching him squirm in despair, she thought. For a girl that had been man-handled throughout her modeling career, this new role with young boys was a totally new sensation.
"Nnnngggghh!" he gasped between clenched teeth.
"Bend over," she said, going back to the camera, "and spread your legs… that's good… Now reach back and spread your ass… more… I want a picture of your asshole…"
Before he had time to move, she took the picture. But he stood up quickly and turned to face her with a surprised, puzzled look on his face.
"Why'd you do that?" he asked.
"To take your mind off your cock. And it worked!"
"Yet! It did."
"Now lie down on the floor, Edward. I'll show you how to enjoy that stick of dynamite better than you imagined."
The boy dropped quickly to the carpeted floor and waited breathlessly for his teacher.
Laura knelt on the floor beside him and said, "Before a man can enjoy fucking a girl, he has to be able to control his cock. You can't expect to enjoy it if you're going to come just kissing a girl's tits. And the girl certainly isn't going to enjoy it if you come while you're sticking it in. She wants to feel it inside her cunt, to have time to build to a climax, and then to come when his cock comes. Now the best way to take your mind off your cock, is to concentrate on other parts of your body and to do certain things to mine."
Then she slipped her hand between his legs and brought her finger up to the crack of his ass. He squirmed uncomfortably at the touch of her probing finger, then lifted his ass high off the floor when she tickled the sensitive skin around his shitter. He cringed when the tip of her finger forced its way into his asshole, and he tried to clamp the entrance closed to stop her invading finger. But she twisted it harder and screwed it in deeper. She laughed at his struggle to stop her probing finger, giving him a weak-all-over feeling at the sight of her pretty face laughing and his inability to do anything but submit quietly to her wishes.
"See? Now your mind is more concerned with my finger wiggling up your asshole, then the throbbing sensation in your cock."
"Yeah. It feels kinda strange," he groaned.
Laura popped her finger out quickly, startling him with her suddenness. She knew the surprise move would bring his urge to shoot his cum under control. Now his mind would be more alert to her and what she might do next, she decided. And to emphasize her point, she cupped his tight balls in her hand and squeezed hard, until he grunted with the pain of it.
"There. Now you can relax and not worry about shooting your sperm in the air. And you're ready for more fun. So now I'm going to let you kiss my ass. Would you like that?"
"Oh, yes!" he cried. "Anything you say."
"But I want you to tell me the minute you get that feeling that you're going to come again."
Laura lifted her leg over his head and straddled his face, with her ass facing him, while she stand at the standing cock jutting out from between his legs. Gently she lowered the satin smooth globes of white ass-meat onto his eager lips, savoring the delicious feeling his warm, moist lips created on her cool ass. Then she wiggled her ass, catching his nose in the crack and lowered herself more to bury his nose in it. She felt his teeth sink into the tender skin around her shitter, with growing pangs of delight sweeping through her body as he blindly kissed the spot, followed by a sensuous licking with the flat tongue over her puckered asshole. It lifted her to the peak of an orgasm and she flushed the joy-juices from her cunt onto his chin.
Again without warning him in advance, she swooped down on his unsuspecting cook and sucked it into her mouth. He screamed into her asshole at the shock of suddenly having his prick sucked into its moist heat, then moaned softly as the sensation her milking tongue created finally reached his brain. While she sucked the pulsing meat deep into her throat, her fingers danced over and around his balls, skipping quickly over his asshole. She had him going delirious with intrigue and suspense. He couldn't concentrate on the simple delight of fucking her mouth, which would easily bring him to a climax, because her tongue distracted him as it snaked all over his prick, while her fingers threatened his balls and asshole. He was in ecstasy and pain at the same time. And she was scrubbing his chin, mouth and nose with a strange-smelling detergent that she applied with a sopping-wet hair-ball. Nothing made sense in his muddled mind.
Laura felt his mouth open on her cunt when he tried to warn her that he was coming. She felt him gag and sputter as she filled his mouth with cunt-hair. Then his cock gushed into her mouth, shooting its hot load deep in her throat, and she swallowed frantically, milking the sticky sperm from his prick, while buttering his face with the nectar of her second orgasm.
She milked and sucked the thick meat until it was completely drained. Then she licked and polished it until it glistened, not stopping until his cock gradually softened and went limp.
Finally, when at last satisfied, she lifted her body from his and eased herself onto the carpet beside him. She felt a warm glow come over her body as she stretched out on the floor to relax. She wasn't the lent bit tired, she realized with surprise. All she needed was a few moments to catch her breath and give him time to refill his balls, she told herself happily. So far, it had only been child's play, she decided; her real desire was to fill her aching cunt with cock and satisfy that empty feeling she had experienced for the past few weeks. Playing was one thing. She'd done that with Ben, and now with Edward. It was time to satisfy her own lust and stop letting them use her body to discover the thrills of their dreams weren't as great as the thrills her body offered.
Edward Klinger wiled over on his side, facing her and smiled at her with a silly grin. His face reminded her of the cat that swallowed the canary.
"How do you feel?" she asked, just to make conversation.
"Shit! I never felt better in my life. That was really something. Fantastic!"
"What you just experienced is getting rid of your anxiety load. The second time around you won't, have to worry about coming too soon and missing all the fun."
The boy listened intently, eyeing her naked form with almost as much lust as when he first saw her. Again she found herself comparing her sexual experiences with the boys with those she had known with men. The most significant difference, she decided, was her ability to do anything and everything her way. She was able to satisfy any fantasy she might have, simply by telling them what she wanted them to do. And they obeyed. The thought gave her chills of excitement, while her mind considered the next step taking his cock in her cunt, with her on top this time. She had never experienced that position before and would satisfy her curiosity once and for all.
She watched then as he timidly reached out a hand to caress her firm tits. His first move without being told, she noted, but in his eyes she could clearly see that it was to please her as much as himself. The boy's hand fondled each of her tits with gentle, loving tenderness. She closed her eyes as he lowered his handsome face to hers and covered her lips with his open mouth. He sucked her tongue out of its resting place, to dart around the moist walls of his mouth and, play tag with his teasing tongue, while his hand squeezed and massaged at her aching jugs. Then his tongue darted into her mouth chasing hers and whipping around the inside walls of her cheeks until she felt pangs of delight rushing through her body again.
"Mmmmm," she breathed into his mouth wishing she could tell him how talented his hand was on her tits, and that his kiss was as exciting as the best she had ever known.
Still locked in their tongue-searching kiss, she felt his hand slide down over her flat stomach and his fingers comb through the nest of her damp cunt-hair. The air gushed out of her lungs as his finger slithered through her slit, searching, examining, and exploring with the gentlest touch, pausing when it discovered her clitoris and lingering there to toy with the organ.
"… mmmm," she whispered when his mouth slipped from hers, with his talented tongue slithered down her neck to trace a path between, around and over her tits. "Mmm… you're a wonderful lover. Edward. Are you sure you've never done this before, my pet?"
"No!" he breathed on a tight nipple. "But I can't help myself. Your body reminds me of everything tat's good to eat… and I have to taste you…"
"Don't apologize!" she giggled, squirming her hips lewdly under the tantalizing touches of his finger on her clit. "Eat to your heart's content, lover. Enjoy. Have seconds, too. Mmm… if you only knew how wonderful you make me feel with your tender kisses and touches…"
"I… love you, Miss Roberts… I love you! And I will till my dying day!" Then he gobbled her tit into his sucking mouth.
Love? To his dying day? The words rang in her head, over and over. I never realized… Of course! A boy's first fuck! He'll take the memory to the grave with him!
Every nerve ending in Laura's body tingled with luxurious bliss. It was a total, mind-shattering, wicked thrill to think that she was about to permanently carve her name in the boy's mind. She had to admit that most of the men she had been with didn't even remember her name now, or wouldn't recognize her age… nor did she remember them.
Laura reached out her hand and found his cock stiff and ready. She stroked it gently, smiling into his face as his finger delicately toured the puffy lips of her cunt. Without even realizing it, she was guiding the boy between her legs with subconscious movements of her hand on his cock.
Edward Klinger was filled with a total awareness that something monumental was about to happen to him; something that his body and mind screamed for, but had never known before; and he proceeded very cautiously.
"Are you scared, pet?" Laura asked in a soft, velvety voice, smiling coyly at him.
"A… little," he admitted breathlessly.
"No one has ever died from it," she whispered.
"Yet!" he laughed nervously.
Laws smiled at him, releasing her grip on his throbbing cock and sliding both her hands up the sides of his trembling legs, feeling his goose-flesh under her gently touching fingers.
"Want to change your mind?" she teased.
"Oh, no," he moaned. "I'm not really scared, just a little nervous… I guess…"
"Perhaps we really shouldn't…" Laura said softly, as though having second thoughts. "I… wouldn't want you to toil the others about this. Sometimes boys like to brag… and it could ruin a girl's reputation."
"Please, Miss Roberts," he whimpered. "I'd never tell anyone. Honest. I promise I wouldn't tell anyone anyway. I… I… love you too much!"
"In that case… maybe it would be all right if you just put it in a little."
Laura couldn't tell who she was teeing more by her act. The pathetic look on face tormented her as much as the knowledge that she would soon gobble precious cock in her longing cunt, and knowing exactly how it would feel.
"Reach your hand down and guide, it to the spot, Edward," she breathed. "Remember… just a little. Just touch the head of it at the entrance." He lifted himself to a kneeling position, so he could see everything clearly. At this point he didn't want to make any mistakes, he told himself. He brought the tip of his cock to the nest of hair between her legs and touched her beaver. His aim was a bit too high, but the sensation took his breath away just the same.
It was the most delightful experience Laura could remember, as she watched his serious endeavor to master this simple act. His clumsy, awkward movements were compensated for by the sight of the frightened look on his face and his uncontrollable lust to make it work.
The rubbery knob at the end of his cock bounced about at the junction of her legs, tantalizing her as her longing slit impatiently waited for the taste of his rod. Though his eyes were wide and staring, she realized he could see nothing through the glazed-over windows to his brain. She lifted her hand towards his cock then, to satisfy her own craving as much as feeling sorry for his torment. But before she reached it, the blunt head found her cunt-mouth. He froze stiff when his sensitive cock-head sank into the moist heat of her puffy cunt-lips. Instinctively, he knew he had arrived at the right place. His brain told him that nothing in the world could match the sensation this steaming-hot, velvet-soft spot offered. And his eyes focused on the soft pink lips that sipped invitingly on the tip of his cock.
"Mmmmm…" Laura sighed, spreading her legs wider and bending her knees to yield more to his throbbing cock. "Don't stop there," she breathed. "Stick it in a little. Come on, push it in."
The boy found the head of his prick almost totally submerged in the well of boiling fluid. But it wasn't until the whole knob entered her cunt-hole that he realized he no longer had a will of his own. The minute he saw those soft, puckered, pink lips close around the knob of his cock, he found his mind was suddenly operated by an outside force.
Laura's hips moved in circles under him, but she fought back the impulse to lift her ass off the floor and swallow the whole length of his cock. Finally his eyes darted from her cunt to her face, did a double-take, and then he looked into her eyes, returning her smile with an impish grin.
"Feel good?" she whispered, squeezing his cock gently with the muscles of her cunt.
"Mmmmmm…"
"Come kiss me," she cooed, lifting her anus to enfold him as he lowered his chest to her aching tits.
It amazed her that he didn't move his cock deeper than he thought she would allow. But when their open mouths met, Laura felt her ass convulse, bumping slowly at first, then arching higher, trying to suck the length of his shaft into her horny cunt. Finally her legs swept up over his thighs and she drove his cock all the way into her yielding cunt with her heels pressing down on his ass.
"Ahhhh!" he cried, lifting his head and shoulders from her to better pound his pelvis against hers. "Unnnggghh! Ohhhh! MMMMmmmm!"
"Harder…" Laura coaxed. "Fuck me, Edward. Harder, pet. Fuck me hard! Fast faster! Harder! NNNggghhh! More, more, more! Oh! It feels so good!"
"Unnnggghhh!" he responded. "Ahhhh! Soooo goooddd! Mmmmrnm!"
Laura hadn't realized until now how much she missed the feel of a cock in her cunt. Now that it was burning up the walls of her cunt, stretching her twat snugly around it, and fucked deep in her belly, she knew her body had been deprived too long. She reached a climax almost the minute his cock was balls deep in her snatch, reminding her of her first experiences with Art, when she was so anxious to get fucked she would come while he was stripping her clothes off, or as soon as his cock touched her drooling cunt-lips. It was only after weeks of living with Art, and a steady diet of cock, that she was able to time her climax with his for the breath-taking explosion together.
Rut Edward Klinger was too delirious with the sensations sweeping around his ultra sensitive cock to know that she had flushed her orgasm over and around his throbbing meat. His balls were already in a frenzy, working overtime to mix up a new batch of whipped cock-cream to give her.
"Unngghhh!" she cried, bumping and grinding in wild gyrations she squeezed out the last drop of enjoyment. "AHhhhhh…! Mmmm."
Klinger swallowed hard, choking back animal lust sounds that were building in his throat. He only hoped the hot lava burning in his balls would erupt at the right time and that she wouldn't get mad at the way he was pistoning his cock in and out of her mushy cunt. There wasn't much he could do about it, he told himself, since his brain wouldn't listen to anything he said anyway. And every time his balls slapped against her ass on the powerful down-stroke, he thought it would trigger the building explosion.
"Give it to me!" Laura cried, trying to bring him to a climax to end the havoc he was now causing in her cunt. "Come on, lover, shoot it in me! Don't hold it back! I need it, pet I want it. Come… come, COME!"
"Aaaggghhh!" he answered her plea, pistoning his cock in and out of her aunt harder and faster.
"Aaaggghhhh! Nnnngghhh!"
"That's it! That's it!" Laura cried breathlessly. "Give it to me!"
"Ahhhh!" he moaned and shot his first load of cum into her cunt.
"Oooowwww," Laura cooed with delight as she felt him get his rocks off. "Ooooowww…"
She had no idea his jerking, spitting, ballooning cock was going to give her mother orgasm, and she went wild with convulsive motion, almost scaring him with her sudden fit of lust.
The boy remained poised over her until his hard-on went limp and slipped from her sopping wet cunt. Then he lifted his weight from her limp body and sagged to the floor beside her. He stared at her motionless, sleeping form and finally whispered, "Are you all right?"
She opened her eyes and smiled at him. "Mmmm… yes. I'm fine. How about you?"
"Man, I feel great!"
She was amazed that he had so much energy left and found herself offering to make him lunch, thankful that he didn't accept. As she watched him dress, her mind returned to taking pictures again. She noted that from her angle on the floor there were some interesting shots she could get, especially when he bent with his back to her, and his balls and cock dangled between his legs. But she didn't have the will power to get up to take it now. However, she made a mental note to capture that pose on film.