Chapter 2
"Now child I'm quite certain that you won't catch cold so you can return to your room," Olga said almost coldly as she climbed off the bed. "And don't you get any high and mighty ideas about you and me. I was merely playing the part of a nurse tending to a patient's wants, now beat it kid."
George was completely stunned. He had assumed from the violence of her emotions and the fierceness of her lovemaking that she was crazy about him; but here, immediately after the act itself, she was treating him almost disdainfully, ordering him about like a child.
"Gee, Miss Olga ... you ain't mad at me are you ... er ... after what happened I mean?" George stammered, desperate at the sudden change in her attitude.
Of course this was all part of Olga's act to keep George ignorant of what a physical bonanza he was. She didn't even answer him, merely picked up a cigarette from a pack on a table and inserted it between the same luscious pair of lips that had been so frantically working on his fevered cock just moments before. Once again George felt a stirring in his loins as he noted the delightful contrast of the milk white cigarette perched between her black kid encased fingers shining brightly from their saturation. She inhaled deeply, then blew out a cloud of smoke saying icily, "Child, you were suffering from overexposure and I merely prescribed a treatment that I felt would assure you of no ill effects, that's all ... now beat it before your old man comes back here."
"So THAT was it," George thought, in the depths of despair over the fact that this blonde goddess wasn't his and his alone. "She's expecting my old man back and I thought he was through for the night. She obviously knows more about the ways of men than I do."
What was worse she seemed impatient for him to leave, the way she stood there with her gloved arms folded under her great overhanging breasts, one shining, patent leather toe tapping vigorously.
Completely crestfallen, George left and went to his room next door and sure enough, ten minutes after he had climbed into bed he could hear his father creeping down the hall. There followed almost immediately the sounds of laughter mixed with loudly squeaking bed springs, continuing far into the night till George finally fell into a troubled sleep to dream of great breasts, lush buttocks, nylon clad legs and gloved hands that were doing delicious things to him.
As George sat at the breakfast table the following morning with Olga and his father, he tried to catch her eye, but she never once glanced his way as she cast coy, coquettish glances at the old farmer and he in turn did the same to her. Once when his father thought that George wasn't watching as he turned his back to get the toast, he reached out and squeezed one of the great mounds that was threatening to burst right out of her starched white uniform as it jutted far out over the table. She reached toward him under the security of the table and George knew by his excited expression that she had given his cock a squeeze in return.
And so it was for the rest of the day, Olga completely ignoring George, saving all of her attention for his father. Once he saw him sliding his horny hands over her shimmering black silken thighs as she sat in a chair having her lunch and when he came in from his chores he found them in embrace in a dark corner of the old large kitchen. His father had one of her giant melons out of her uniform and he was avidly sucking and mauling it. She had a hand inside his gaping fly, raking his swollen prick with her talon-like nails.
Never before had George felt so low; he began to think that it was all a dream, that it actually had never happened. At dinner that night their attentions to one another became even bolder, as if George hadn't been there at all. When she finished she climbed the stairs as George wistfully watched the broad buttocks swaying in the drum-tight uniform and the flashing silken legs as they disappeared from view.
An hour later George's comic book fell from his hands and his father almost dropped his cup of coffee as Olga descended the stairs. Both males gasped at the vision of big, beautiful Olga, dressed to the hilt in a skin-tight black satin dress that was just barely able to contain her giant hillocks, soft white flesh bulged enticingly over the top and sides and the miniskirt was cut at least five inches above her flashing black nyloned knees. She had on a fresh pair of black kid gloves, even longer and tighter than those that she had previously worn, curving into dramatic points above her shoulders. She had added an elegant sky-high wig to her platinum coiffure and pendant zircon earrings hung excitingly to her shoulders. An elegant silver blue mink stole was draped over one shoulder and a cigarette dangled from her heavily painted lips.
George noted that her heavy eyelids were tinted a bright green as she glanced down at the gloves that she was tortuously attempting to button. The gloves were obviously so agonizingly tight that she could scarcely bend her fingers to complete the task.
She went to the pop-eyed farmer, the upper halves of her giant orbs quivering like two vibrating bowls of half-set Jell-o, holding her hands out in front of her, palms upward.
"Would you mind buttoning these for me, sir, I just can't seem to manage," she said, stealing a quick glance at George for the first time that day, as the old farmer leaped to his feet to oblige her. "I know that you want to be home with your wife tonight, so I hope you won't mind if I take the boy with me ... I have a few errands to do and I hate to go out alone at night."
George didn't mind being referred to as "the boy," he was ecstatic, now he knew that it hadn't all been a delightful dream. Mr. Hammond was in a spot and he was forced to reluctantly agree to her request; so George didn't mind when he saw them in embrace as he brought the car around for her. His father had a giant orb out of her gown and she had a hand on the bulge in his jeans.
As she came down the porch steps stuffing her breast back into her gown as though it were a plastic bag of soft butter, George barely heard her whisper, "Later, baby ... and be sure to bring that big thing with you, my new gloves are anxious for some action."
George was too young to have a driver's license so he moved over and let her ease her broad rear onto the leather seat beside him, her enormous bust literally resting on the steering wheel.
"For obvious reasons I'll have to move the seat back a bit," she giggled as she reached down and pressed the lever, sliding the seat back. Her tight skirt slid far up over her silken thighs and the dashboard lights created a lovely sheen on the gossamer black nylon. As she shifted gears the dress rode higher, revealing a bit of milk white flesh above the jet black elastic tops of her stockings.
Her legs were simply magnificent, long and shapely, thick at thigh and calf, yet tapering into slender knees and ankles. George's eyes wandered eagerly over her well displayed charms, alternating from her tremendous melons, jammed together as they were by the clinging black satin, her long silken legs and her soft arms imprisoned in the vise-like grip of her armpit length gloves.
She created quite a stimulating vision to the impressionable boy and once again George felt his cock begin to expand.
"Incidentally, child, we're not going on errands as I told your father," she said casually. "You're taking me to a costume ball of sorts and I've decided that since you have such a lovely physique, you will go as Samson and I've dressed in this wicked way so that I can be the temptress Delilah. You'll find a pair of briefs in my purse. Get on the floor and disrobe, then put them on."
She wasn't asking him, she was commanding him and from the moment she began her exciting assault on him in her room, George was her slave, to obey her every wish. It was awkward undressing on the car floor, but finally he sat before her on the car floor, naked as a jaybird. He removed the briefs from her purse and was startled to discover that they were no bigger than a G-string.
"Good gosh, Olga," George said with alarm. "I'll never get into these ... er ... you know how I am."
"Oh yes you can," she snapped. "They're made of elasticized cotton and have amazing stretching qualities."
As George put his feet into the leg openings of the briefs and started to tug them up over his leg he was startled to find that they did stretch amazingly. As he adjusted it around his mid section he marveled at the way it clung to his big cock and balls like a second skin, holding them firmly in its pouch.
"Now stay down there, child, it wouldn't do for me to be seen driving a naked boy around," she said with a much softer tone this time as she glanced down, her eyes opening wide at the manly picture he presented.
Heady perfume permeated George's nostrils and he eagerly drank in her lovely legs from his vantage point under the dashboard. They looked long and seductive in the transparent dark hose, especially compelling because of the warm highlights that ran up their entire length, reflecting the dashboard light. She spread her legs just a trifle and because of his low eye level George was treated once again to the sight of her tiny black garter straps framing the platinum nest that could be plainly seen through her sheer black panties.
"Wh-where are we going, Miss Olga? I didn't know that you knew any people around here," George stammered as he stared between her legs.
"We're going to Pottsville. I worked there a couple of years ago and made quite a few friends, swinging friends you will discover. I phoned one of them last evening and she invited me to this party ... it's going to be quite an eye-opener for you ... but I can see by the expression on your naughty face that you already have found an eye-opener," she giggled. "Could it be that you can see my cunt through my panties?"
This was too much for George and he boldly reached out and rested a trembling hand on a silken knee. Although the knee was moving constantly as she was forced to constantly shift gears and work the brakes due to the hilly terrain in the area, she permitted his hot hand to stay there to George's intense delight. He became bolder and did the same with the other hand, thrilling to the smooth texture of the gossamer black nylon. Meeting with no resistance his hands began to wander over her marvelous legs, feeling, caressing, even going so far as to pinch a soft white thigh. Olga began to squirm her meaty buttocks around on the leather seat, opening her legs wide to permit him greater freedom of action.
"Child," she gasped, "if you like what you see between my legs why don't you take a closer look ... nothing personal of course, adhering strictly to our teacher-student relationship ... if you don't mind a suggestion, I love your hands on my stockings but I would appreciate your lips even more."
That was all George needed as he leaned forward and glued his lips to a hard, silken knee. He got on his knees and began a tortuous trail of wet, clinging kisses upward, finally arriving on the soft hot flesh of her thigh. His head was now under Olga's skirt, completely hidden from her view but George could hear her low moans as his lips worked upward. In the stuffy blackness he was overwhelmed by a powerful fragrance of an expensive perfume and it was obvious to him that she had expected that delightful spot to be someone's final resting place for the night. He was putting in his bid for the job and wasn't meeting with any resistance on her part. In fact as his eager lips approached her crotch, she spread her legs as far apart as her tight skirt would permit and her big buttocks quivered and shook on the car seat in anticipation.
As he kissed his way into the flaming heat of her loins, George hooked a finger under the top of her tiny panties and pulled them down, but the onslaught that Olga was anticipating didn't take place. George, his new-found confidence growing by leaps and bounds, remembered how she had teased his father by holding his cock between her breasts, turning him into a raving fool. So he decided to apply a bit of her own technique. He kissed and licked the entire area around her steaming cunt till the tendrils were saturated with his saliva. She kept twisting her big rear around on the seat in a vain attempt to make contact, then in desperation she removed a gloved hand from the wheel and hooked it over the back of his head, jamming his face into her boiling crotch.
"TAKE ME, you little wretch," she screamed, "Take me or I'll suffocate you."
And she meant it because she raised her feet and wrapped her gorgeous legs around his neck, the car gradually slowing down to a halt. She held his face in a vise of meaty, silken thighs and George could scarcely breathe as his tongue slithered deep into her vagina, wiggling like a skewered eel. His tongue lashed deep as he gave her a tongue bath worthy of any experienced lesbian and all the stronger because of his youthful vigor.
George was destined to discover in later years that some women go for the more subtle, artful approach, but not this big lusty creature; she liked her men wild and willing and that was the reason for the long kid gloves and the exciting black nylons. They were merely sexy adornments used to fan a man's passion to a white heat, so that any inhibitions he might have would turn to blackened cinders so that he could give her the type of wild loving that she needed to get any satisfaction at all from their insufficient cocks.
As George's farm-hardened hands ran roughshod over her gleaming limbs, occasionally snapping the slender garter straps into her meaty thighs, his eager tongue and lips made up in energy what they lacked in technique and that was the way she wanted it as evidenced by her low moans of pleasure and her legs that were shaking spasmodically in her delirium.
Her legs were raised now,, her feet pressing against the dashboard, so hard that the seat slid back a few notches on its steel track, a spiked heel breaking the glass on one of the dials, her fulsome thighs burning hot against the sides of his face as George knew for the first time the thrilling taste of cunt. Olga slid her voluptuous hips forward on the seat to serve her pink slit to him on a platter of meaty thighs and shimmering black nylons.
Amazingly, he felt her cunt twitching under his devouring lips, the soft, wet flesh convulsing inward upon itself so that his long tongue was sucked into the plump slot to wiggle amongst the maze of slippery surfaces and delicate tendons. George sucked up a mouthful of the juicy cunt-flesh with such eagerness that Olga cried out from sheer happiness; ecstatic over the fact that George not only had the longest, the fattest cock that she had ever had the pleasure of having, but he also showed a natural ability in the gentle art of cunt sucking.
The fluid that flowed freely from her sweetly fragrant pussy soaked his steaming lips and face as though he had dipped them in a vat of warm olive oil and he lapped up the lot liquor like a starving kitten with a bowl of milk.
Olga had stopped the car at the side of an infrequently used country road. George was so engrossed with his mouthing's he didn't notice that she was gradually inching her big buttocks sideways along the seat, away from the steering column. Then with more room to operate, she leaned forward, his head still held in a prison of sheer black nylons and slipped her gloved hands under the elastic top of his cotton briefs and hoisted his magnificent tool out into the cool night air.
From the eerie glow of the dashboard light his cock resembled a fiery headed monster leaving its lair and eyeing its fantastic length with some trepidation, she wondered where in the world would she put it all; was there room, even in her huge body for such a fleshy giant? Well she damn well meant to find out as her cunt twitched against George's lips in excited anticipation.
He was ready, there was no doubt about that as she peeled his foreskin back over the thick ridge of his knob with gloved forefinger and thumb. But knowingly she didn't cease her gentle tugging once the huge knob was unsheathed. She continued to pull the foreskin back till the excruciating pleasure-pain exerted on the connecting tiny tendons on the underside drove George to ravenous mouthing's and chewing's down below.
"Georgie baby," Olga cooed, pulling his reddened face away from her steaming crotch by the ears and looking into his soulful brown eyes, her own slitted with passion. "You have passed lesson number two with flying colors ... you are now a master pussy sucker; now it's time for lesson number three."
"But Miss Olga," he protested. "I love it so ... you're so delicious ... can't I have some more?"
"Oh you precious darling, never fear you'll have many meals served to you between my legs ... it's just that ... well ... this party we are going to will be unlike any you have ever been to before. Or I certainly HOPE it is. You really should have lesson number three under your belt ... or on your cock might be a more apt phrase," she giggled merrily, her gloved hands continuing to jerk on his massive rod.
"But what could the wonderful lessons that you are teaching me have to do with a party ... I would still like to suck your ... "
"Never mind that, just do as I say," Olga snapped, sensing that he was struggling to get out from under her dominance and assume a natural male mastery over her. She slid a gloved hand down and grasped a hard ball-cock, squeezing it just hard enough to show him how easy it would be for her to ruin him if he didn't do her bidding. He sank back submissively on his naked haunches awaiting lesson number three.
"Now that that is settled, Georgie, in lesson number three you are going to fuck me," Olga said simply, sliding her great buttocks forward to the edge of the seat, splaying her gorgeous black nylon encased limbs as wide apart as they could go, her pussy gaping, quivering in anticipation.
"Gosh Miss Olga, I'll never get him in there ... he's too big," George exclaimed, staring at her ravenous slit.
"Don't worry about that, Georgie, you'll be amazed how my pussy will stretch; your cock is just average size," Olga lied, still careful not to let him know what a sexual phenomenon he was.
"AVERAGE SIZE ... why in school the boys call me 'big cock,'" he exclaimed pridefully. "Why I've never seen a boy with ... "
"That's just it Georgie," Olga interrupted, knowing that this was a very important moment in their relationship. "You're a boy. I imagine as compared to other seventeen year olds you're quit? a prize and when you're a man you no doubt will be then too. But as compared to a mature man your cock is just average in size."
"But I'm much bigger than my father, I saw him with you while I was out on the roof ... why he's ... "
"Georgie," she interrupted once again, "your father is SMALL ... it's unfortunate for him, but he's smaller than other men ... now can we get on with the lesson?"
"Yes," George said weakly, crestfallen over the knowledge that he didn't have a big penis after all. Olga's crafty tactics had worked beautifully.
"Just press forward, baby, that's all you have to do for the moment, I will do the steering."
As he rose from his haunches she grasped his horizontal organ and steered the huge, tapered head between the lips of her juicy cunt. The knob slithered further and further in, stretching her cunt with its immensity, stretched almost to its capacity as sharp pains seared her vitals. She thrilled at the sensation of his hairy balls sliding along her smooth nylons and she gasped with delight as they made contact with the soft inner side of her thighs as they slid off the elastic tops to her stockings.
Then with a searing pain her stretched lips slid over the thick ridge at the rear of his knob and snapped down onto the foreskin at the top of his shaft. She had made it ... thrill of thrills, she had made it. Then as he pressed his cock further and further into her the realization struck her. She had him completely at her mercy. Few women would be able to take his monstrous tool. They would have to be big women with large cunts; there weren't too many of them around ... she was ecstatic.
As George's cock burrowed deeper and deeper he could feel that her inner cunt was quite alive with movement. She seemed to have numerous little muscles over which she had marvelous control. They grouped around his spongy knob clasping and unclasping as she had previously done with both mouth and hands. It was amazing, it was marvelous. This whole incredible world of sex that she was introducing him to had him frantic with passion and wild with excitement.
To Olga there seemed to be no end to his shaft. It just kept sliding in with the intensity and force of a well digger. She felt certain that soon it would be pressing against her lungs. Then she felt his big balls slap against her naked buttocks and she was delirious over the fact that she could take the full size of him.
"Now what do I do, Miss Olga, he's in all the way?" George asked, taking advantage of the moment to insert his fingers under her bra and flip a huge basketball sized melon out of its confines so that it rested high on her rib-cage, rolling about like a half inflated beach ball with the intensity of her breathing. He leaned forward and slipped the thumb sized appendage between his lips and sucked it, awaiting further orders. "Does he seem too small for you?"
"Oh no, he's just fine," Olga gasped as she took the naked orb in her gloved hands and jammed as much of the aureole and its surrounding flesh as she could get into his laving mouth. "Now take him out, but not all of the way ... ou-u-u keep sucking on my nipple I really LOVE that."
Instinctively, before withdrawing, George began to gyrate his hips, the increased friction thrilling both of them to the core, then instinct took over completely as he began to frig her passionately, drawing back and then plowing into her with all of his youthful vigor, his big balls dangling down precariously thin at the top where they joined his groin. Precariously thin because of the violent manner that they were swinging and slapping her buttocks.
Olga writhed and twisted in the grip of a fevered passion unknown to her before. Her constant squeals were high pitched as though they came from a little girl, as he rutted away, pounding his great tool deep into her vitals. Then his balls jerked as they began to feed their creamy contents into his immense shaft and it came on like the unstoppable power of a Boeing 707 taking off, blasting deep inside her, triggering her own earth-shattering orgasm.
"Did ... did I pass lesson number three?" George stammered once he had regained his breath.
"Not quite, Georgie," Olga gasped, just having had the most marvelous fuck that she had ever experienced. "But I think that if you take another test in five minutes you just might."