Chapter 5
Terry almost fled down the stairs, legs trembling, eyes glazed. She wasn't sure, but she thought she had detected tacit consent in Corbie's eyes to-to do her thing. But where to start, where to go-which boy?
She wondered up and down the darkened corridor, the uncertainty bringing her to the brink of tears. "My goddamn pussy is on fire," she whispered plaintively. "I need a cock in me-a young boy's prick that shoots jizz high up in me time after time while I grip his hard meat with my pussy muscles and milk out his love-honey."
Then her sex-dazed mind focused on the boy with the broken leg, the one who had received the sleeping pill. "He's young," Terry mused. "He should be able to get a hard-on and fuck, even asleep. And he'll never know the fun and can't tattle and I can fuck him 'til I fall over."
She was dully aware of heavy cascades of thunder as she sought the boy's room, peered into the gloomy interior and pushed inside.
He was lying on his right side, facing the door, both arms out from under the covers. Struggling with her greed for haste, she placed a wavering hand on his cheek and leaned close to him. "Are you asleep?" A little more loudly, she asked again, "Are you sleeping?"
The small bulb in a night light beside the bed let her see sufficiently that his eyes never flickered. Cautiously, she turned back the spread and sheet and stood for a couple of minutes admiring his long, bare legs, one with a cast to midcalf.
Terry placed a hand on his left shoulder and pushed gently. The boy moaned in his sleep, then turned obediently onto his back. Lust sparked anew in Terry as she studied the slight tenting of the hospital gown at his crotch. "Oh, I pray you got prolific balls and a big cock," she sighed.
She laid a hand on his right thigh and he never moved. Gently, she stroked the hand up and down his leg, from the knee to the hem of the gown. "Oooohhhh, the best part," she crooned softly, her breath coming unevenly, in short pants.
Deftly, she slid her fingers under the gown, down onto the inner plane of his thigh. Up, up, up-closer and closer. Her hand stopped when the tips of her fingers encounter the rubberiness of his peter. "Doggone," she whispered excitedly.
She fondled adroitly, first gauging the size of his young balls in the bag that was sparsely haired. Then she curled her fingers around the limp organ, thumb feeling the inert glans. "I want you to get hard for me," she sighed raggedly, fingers opening and closing on the placid meat. "I feel nerves twittering," she smiled, whisper soft.
But there was no thickening of his flesh. And she refrained from the full strokes of jacking him off, just clenched and unclenched her fingers around his warm penis. "Get long and thick and hard," she implored. With her other hand, she gently folded the gown back and up over his chest.
"Beautiful set of balls and nice cock," she marveled. "Please get hard."
Slowly she worked the skin up and down his peter, but it remained relatively lifeless. "What am I going to do ?" she wailed softly, bending forward to see if there were any sure signs he was going to be brought out. A sense of desperation assailed her as her efforts continued to fail her.
"Damn, damn, damn," Terry panted, hand growing more demanding on what she cherished most. "Please, Cock, get ready for me to fuck you?"
Her tears fell on his smooth belly and she laid her cheek on his tummy, praying silently, her hand still working on his peter. The head there, so close to her face. "My cunt is burning up and you won't get hard to fuck in me."
Then a thought shuddered through her. "No! I never did it before!"
But, she opened her lips, scooted her face downward, tongue dipping out and she closed her mouth around the head of his prick. She sucked timidly at first, then with greater industry as his cock began expanding in her cheeks, pushing them out. And the girth of his rod mushroomed in her hand and a sense of gloating filled her mind. "I'll be able to fuck you after all," her mind crooned.
Terry heard a faint rumbling in the boy's stomach in the ear pressed against his body; in the other she heard the faraway crash of thunder to the east, sharp and ominous. Lightning in the Wasatch Mountains and lightning right here in this dimly lit bedroom, she thought. This is such a wonderful and beautiful thing happening here, her mind sang as she held her face steady, concentrating all of her sensations on the burgeoning cock in her mouth and in her fingers. She could feel the tiny drumming thunder of the boy's pulse in the tips of her fingers.
Her tongue worked to gather the saliva and swallow it and the slight trickle of clear honey from the expanding fountainhead of his fresh, almost virginal prick. She doted on the flavor of raw meat and clean soap and musky saltiness.
I've missed an awful lot of glorious fun, she mused, by not ever having sucked a guy's prick before. I never dreamed going down on cock could be so satisfying. Immediately, she conjectured on what it would be like to fuck as much prick as she could into her mouth, down her throat and take the full blast of his ejaculation. I wonder what cum tastes like?
All the while, his organ was growing like a massive tusk in her face, the bulb becoming mammoth and reaching, seemingly of its own accord, toward the convulsing cavity of her gullet. She was half-mesmerized by the steady creeping of his thickened prick toward the curve of her throat, toward her stomach.
What a tremendous accomplishment, if I were able to absorb the entire length of his pussy puncher in my mouth, she mused, gulping down her saliva and his secretion of sex oil.
Then some doubts were fostered in her mind. The blunt point of his prick nudged the soft palate at the back of her throat and her mouth seemed over-gorged with his sex-meat, arousing a sensation she might choke on his prodigious glob of raw sex-flesh.
Terry's fingers closed tightly on his prong, but it continued to extend and fatten. She felt her cheeks ballooning and she breathed raggedly. I'm gonna take his cock in my mouth and down my throat and fuck the jizz from him, no matter how much it chokes me, she vowed solemnly.
At the time, it never occurred to her that she needn't glut her throat in going down on him and mouth-fucking him. Slowly, she remembered watching the boy who contorted his body and gave himself a blow job; he had only taken a couple of inches of his cock into his mouth-and how he had sucked and slurped his lips and tongue about his swollen member.
Tentatively, she lifted her head from his flat belly, raising his now-rigid and pulsating prick with her mouth. Oh, yes, she thought, that's the way to do it to him. Her right hand cradled his throbbing balls and her left lay on his hard groin bone. She held his erect rod upright with just her hungry mouth. Dully, she could feel the trickle of her own coital juices down the insides of her sleek, creamy thighs.
The burning deep in her vagina lapped into her vulva and tingled delectably in her swollen outer pussy lips. She was torn between the desire to fuck him off with her mouth and to hop onto the bed and sock his cock away in her famished cunt.
But her new-found pleasure of sucking cock convinced her. Slowly, clumsily at first, she began bobbing her face up and down on his heat-glowing rod, savoring the flavor of his clean prick. She adapted quickly, establishing a rhythm of up-and-down fucking of her mouth on his immense dong. I'm really sucking a lot of prick in my mouth, she thought with carnal satisfaction.
Up and down, up and down. Mouth full of cock, mouth full of cock, her mind sang with erotic relish. Her fingers didn't touch his Washington Monument of meat as her face bobbed faster and faster, her throat now consuming inch after inch of his volatile phallus.
Lordy, lordee, I love a prick socked into my throat and I'm getting most of it right now-my first time out. So this is what a blow job is all about, she acknowledged, curling and swishing her avid tongue around his spit-slimed shaft of sex-flesh. I've missed an awful lot by not ever going down on a prick before.
Her entire being was caught up in the glorious fascination of pumping her convulsing mouth up and down on the kid's mammoth prick. It seemed her soul was focused right there in her mouth on the enthralling thrust of meat spear into her throat, goring toward her stomach. She was taking so much of his meat-harpoon into her face she could feel the teasing tickle of his sparse pubic hair against her chin.
"When you cum," Terry gurgled, "I'll dive my face right down to your crotch and take all of your cock." She could sense the building of volcanic forces in his balls and his sex-augur and knew his eruption was growing near. Very, very near.
She grunted and groaned and strained, increasing her pace, fucking her mouth up and down, faster and faster as his cock expanded spastically. You're close, she thought, bobbing her head rapidly, slaving over his cock, gouging it deep into her throat like the horn of a bull.
The first spasm of jizz hit her on a down-stroke and she crushed her face against his groin, gasping at the strength of the flood of thick, hot, sticky semen. Terry was assaulted by a violent vaginal orgasm as she swallowed mightily at the flush of fluid down her throat. Her knees knocked together from the trembling of her thighs which were all soppy from her own emissions of passion.
Oh, God, Kid, her mind wailed, you really send me off into orbit. Too bad you're conked out and can't enjoy having your magnificent cock mouth-fucked. The fingers of her left hand found the base of his sex-stump and began milking out the last trickles of his jizz as his pumping subsided.
"Now don't go soft on me," she glugged, her mouth just holding the bulb of his prick and sucking at the slit in the tip. "I want your wonderful cock up my twat."
Terry continued savoring the fat glans as she used both hands to roll her dress and petticoat up around her waist, leaving her ass and belly and hairy crotch naked. Unsteadily, she climbed onto the bed, hand and lips gripping the joy-tool.
She wobbled forward on her knees to straddle his narrow hips. She pressed her knees into his lean flanks, held his meat-spine upright with her right hand and used her left to part the thick petals of her pussy. With eager expectation, she lowered her ass and slid the knob of his dong back and forth through her torrid vulva. "Aahh," she gurgled with pleasure, nerves tingling when the blunt head raked against her fun-button. "Love it, love it, love it," she cooed. She faltered and her eyes flew wide as she nearly collapsed on him, the head of his cock spearing harshly at her butt hole. "Hey, your cock almost stabbed me in the ass," she whispered. She hesitated. "Would that be so bad?"
Quickly, she abandoned the lascivious thought and positioned the head against the fleshy curtain shielding her vagina. "Maybe I'll do it that way another day." With need and greed and lust, she settled her ass relentlessly, taking inch after inch of his shaft into her tunnel. "I can feel the bigger veins of your prick," she sighed. "I wish you could feel your prick sliding into me and my fuck-muscles gripping your adorable cock."
She ran a finger into the upper tip of her pussy-smile to twiddle her tumescent clit and had to hesitate as she was jolted into a minor climax. "This is what man and woman, boy and girl is all about-fucking, fucking, fucking," she said, a sob of pleasure in her choked voice.
"If you were awake, I'd take off my clothes and have you give me some tittie-love. I like a guy playing with my breasts and pinching my nipples and sucking and teething on them while I fuck him," she breathed, nostrils flaring with mounting passion.
"Aaaaagghhhhh! Aaaaaiiieeeee!" she squalled softly as the firm head of his cock slugged against her cervix, then slid past.
Muscles all along her channel clutched at the invading pussy-penetrator and Terry had to fight back the involuntary physical tendency to orgasm. "I want all your cock buried in my twat before I have another blast," she panted, slowly settling her finely curved butt to absorb and conquer his stud-pole.
"Really tight," she whined pleasurably, squiggling her ass around and around as she slid his dong into her body. "Makes my asshole pooch out." She felt behind her, running her fingers down through the splayed crack between her fanny buns to feel his balls and the way his thick cock stretched the lips of her pussy.
"Son of a gun, what a cannon up my snatch," she moaned. "I'm going to have a tumultuous fuck and I hope you got lots left to gun a whole torrent of jizz in my womb. I just love the tempestuous sensation of a guy's cock going boom-boom in my cunt while I top-ride him and soak my pussy around his big sex-hose."
With his balls cradled in her hand, she pulled them upward and pressed them firmly against her butt hole, an erotic wish to stuff them into her rectum permeating her mind. She deliberately lowered her ass slowly to savor the splendor of having a prodigious, young prick penetrate her pussy.
His thighs trembled, brushing the taut cheeks of her butt and Terry knew she was very near capturing the entire length of his rock-hard organ in her twat. "Oooohhhh, love that young cock up me," she whined softly, wishing he would awaken and grab her tits in both hands.
"Sad, sad, sad," she murmured, her ass cheeks flattened against his muscled thighs. "But that's all the prick you got. And-but-oh, lordee, it's lots." Terry leaned forward, keeping his balls hotly against her rectal entry and ground her clit against his hard groin bone. "Oooohhhh," she panted, mind spinning with erotic fervor, fluttering into a sharp orgasm that sparked in her clit and tingled deep into her convulsing cunt.
She closed her eyes and concentrated on contracting her strong sphincters around the massive cock that corked her cunt. The milking rhythm of her fuck-muscles accented the size of the prick she had stuffed up her snatch. She felt a rush of blood upward from her heaving tummy, into her sharp, hard-tipped breasts that seemed to lift as her passion burgeoned.
"Oooohhh, now we do it-I do it," she moaned, bracing her free hand beside the boy's face and slowly elevating her rear end, savoring the sensation of his long cob sliding out of her pussy.
The muscles in her thighs trembled weakly as she paused with just the massive, purplish head of his cock lodged inside her fluid cunt. Strength deserted her for a moment and her ass plopped down sharply on the boy's impaling sex-spear.
"Aaaaaiiiieeee," she shrilled as the heavy rod shafted into her body. "That was a fuck-stroke that about ripped into my guts," she gasped. "Kid, you have a monster of a cock."
Again she raised her obscenely flattened ass and slid her body back down on his dong. "Wowee," she gurgled. "My cunt is really soppy and your prick slides in and out niiiiice."
Reluctantly, she released his balls and let them flop down between his legs to lie against his rectum. She braced her hands on either side of this head and leaned forward, back stiff and straight.
She hoisted her ass, slid it back down on his prick and rotated her bottom, prying his stiff, thick cock against the stretched walls of her vagina. "Aaaagggghhhh," she growled, throwing her head back, bouncing her ass on him to pop the head of his dick against the bottom of her sex-well.
The pungent odor of cock and cunt and fucking wafted heavily on the air as she began pumping her body up and down on his accommodating cock.
Squish-squosh, slock-slock, his cock slapped into her ravenous sex-hole as she steadily increased her pace until her body was flying up and down on his prick. Each time she slammed her body down against his groin, her clit was mashed and she squealed softly.
Her body heaved forward, his cock sliding out of her, then pounded back, recapturing the object of her affection. As she fucked steadily, she wished he would awaken, roll her over and hammer his cock into her roiling snatch. She yearned to lock her ankles above his lean ass as he labored in her saddle, pinioning her to the mattress with his prick and gave her a sound shafting.
"I'm gonna make it," she whimpered, her ass really flying on his axle. "I'm really wheeling," she yelped as his cock socked into her churning sex-cavity. "Ooooh, how I love to fuck!"
She thought she could feel his husky balls rolled high in their sack, touching and titillating her asshole each time *he banged her rampant ass down on his fun-wand. "You're gonna cum, too ain'tcha?" she gloated, his cock sliding like a piston into her steaming cylinder. She hoped his plug exploded on the downstroke with the head snagged behind the cervix, against the bottom of her twat.
A pulsating in his barrel told her to hurry and make it. A myriad of lights flashed behind her closed eyes and electricity was snapping and crackling deep in her innards. His prick seemed alive in her cunt as her pussy muscles coiled and writhed around his rigid snake.
She timed it just right, slamming her ass down hard, punching his prick deeper into her pussy than ever before as his cock flexed and spasmed and torrent of hot lava into her womb.
With his prick buried to the balls in her convulsing cunny, she leaned forward, gently pressing her breasts against his heaving chest. He snored deeply and she kissed his mouth, forked her tongue between his teeth and tickled the roof of his mouth. "This always makes a cum more exciting," she whispered, "French kissing while my cunny-cannon goes boom-boom and his torpedo blasts me into heaven."
Her ass rotated on his spindle long after he had stopped squirting jizz into her heaven-hole, the cunny muscles just milking out all his sap, which escaped in little trickles around his cock and dribbled over his balls, into his ass crack to glaze his butt hole.
"Wonder what Corbie and Nola are doing?" she breathed dully, a placid contentment warm in her mind.