Chapter 10

Minutes later, they were lying very still, she and Kevin, stretched out on their backs in the middle of what Toby called her castrated convertible couch, with their heads propped up against the pillows, sharing a cigarette. To Toby, it was an unseemly intimacy, sharing a cigarette with this long, lean, redheaded, possibly-nineteen-year-old who could have been a student in one of her classrooms at college only a short year ago.

It was an unseemly intimacy, to her, that sharing of a cigarette, but she had better sense than to mention it. Some things were difficult to explain, to the very young. Anyway, all she wanted to do right now was sleep. She was very tired. Contented, deeply, but tired. All fucked out, let's face it, she told herself. For a while, anyway.

She rolled her head lazily to look at the three other boys sprawled around the room, and started, suddenly, with a twinge of guilt. Steve. Dear Steve. She hadn't done a thing for her dearest horny young friend.

But he didn't look neglected, or in a frenzy to fuck. He sat carelessly naked and totally relaxed in the easy chair she'd occupied until she'd moved to the bed, with a beer in his hand, and Toby noticed with relief that he didn't even have a hard-on. His cock wasn't soft, exactly, but it was resting, long and limber, against the soft cushion of his balls on the edge of the chair.

Steve seemed almost to read her mind, and he smiled at her.

"I'm sorry if I seem to have neglected you, Steve," she said, almost formally. "But I'm saving you for dessert. Well do something very special, in a little while. When I get my strength back."

"It's all right," Steve said. "You're more than worth waiting for."

Special, she'd said. What, special? Oh, well. She'd think of something.

"Continence," Kevin said, from the pillow beside her. "It's good for the character. Remember, Steve's a growing boy." So re you.

"You've been peeking."

Kevin was lying on his back, and his long, inert cock, hanging down limp between his legs, had started to come awake. It lifted slowly and lay on its side, then rose sideways and fell back, then rose again, like a drunk trying to get to his feet. Toby watched, fascinated, despite her weariness. She made herself look away.

"Forget it, Kevin," she said, but she couldn't keep herself from looking again. His cock now was semi-erect, struggling to stand tall, to come to attention. Trying to throw its shoulders back, she thought.

"I can't forget it," Kevin said.

"It's sort of at half-mast," she said. "like the flag when a president dies."

"Nothing's dying," he said. "Look now."

She was looking. She couldn't help herself. His king-size cock was fully erect now, enormous again, dusky red now beneath the suntan surface; and Toby was excited again, despite herself.

"All right, you win," she said. "We both win." She raised the knee closest to him.

"Put it in sideways this time," she said.

He didn't have to be told twice.

It was a long, slow, comfortable fuck this time, delicious from beginning to end. There was none of the frantic urgency to mark the climax, as there had been last time, and this time Toby was not tired when it was over. Sated, relaxed, but not tired. A sort of second wind, she thought. Something for the boys.

They all looked at her, expectantly, hopefully, happily-but not feverishly-as she rolled over and got to her feet beside the bed.

"I'm going to take a shower," she said, heading for the short hallway toward the bathroom door. She had looked down and discovered that the in-sides of her thighs were glistening wet. "Drink your beer while I take that shower and think up something new in the way of fun and games. For Steve, most especially."

She stopped in the arch to the hallway, turned, and smiled at him, a special, fond smile.

He smiled back, looking as if he were ready for anything. No matter what it turned out to be.

Toby showered and douched, leisurely, lazily, and she pranced nude except for her high-heeled mules back into the big room. She found Steve lying on his back, also naturally nude, in the middle of the big bed. Quite evidently he didn't want to be neglected any longer, and he was taking this obvious way of reminding her of her implied promise. His long young cock lay limber between his legs as she entered the room, but it began to stir and swell and elongate itself as she sauntered provocatively-hips saucily swaying, her pert buoyant boobs bobbing, her fur-framed pussy pinkly winking-around the room.

"Get tired of waiting, Steve?" she asked, coming to a stop beside the bed. She was turned in profile to him, giving him the heart-stopping side view of her gloriously ripe, luscious, perfect, pouting ass. He was an ass-man, above all else, she'd just remembered, from the other night, and she knew all at once what the special thing was she had in mind for him. For both of them. A new, tingling excitement was rising in her, just thinking about it.

"Not tired at all," Steve said, glancing at his now-rigid prick. "Anyway, you're worth waiting for, even if it took forever."

Then, almost as if through extra-sensory perception, he sat up on the edge of the bed and started to stroke the velvety white globes of her ass. Then he stopped his caressing hands, for a moment, while he bent to kiss each rounded cheek, in turn.

Toby shivered, as if in girlish delight, but it wasn't all play-acting. She turned to face him, and leaned forward.

He took that hint, too. Still kneading and stroking the soft resilience of her ass, he sucked at first one tender wrinkled nipple, then the other, until they both stood out, jutting like little red lady-like hard-ons, in ludicrous contrast to the round softness of her gently bobbing breasts.

Toby looked down, into the straining, expectant rapture of the boy's face; then her glance dropped further. His rigid shaft stood straight up, the head a blushing pink. It seemed to be trying to tell her something. Something about the look of it was imploring, begging, beseeching.

"Do you want to?" she asked softly, as his hands explored the yielding delights of her ass, one finger tickling lightly in the tender privacy of the crevice.

"Want to?" he said, looking confused.

"Don't be dense. You know you're an ass man."

"I'm a your ass man," he said, still looking mystified. "It's the loveliest ass I've ever seen. Or touched. I think I could come, just touching it."

"Well?" she said.

"Well, what?"

"You are being dense," she said. "Wouldn't you like to touch it with something beside your finger? Do something more than kiss it?"

"Ooh, Jesus," he said. "Would I!"

Dawn was breaking, finally, she thought. She almost laughed out loud. But even as her excitement mounted, the urge to tease came on strong.

"Wouldn't you like to slide the bottom of your cock along those nice soft smooth cheeks?" she whispered.

"MMmmmm," he hummed, his hungry hands still feasting on the sumptuous swells.

"Then press your cock up along the warm crack?"

"Ooh, yes," he murmured.

'Then prod me? Push your cock in there? Fuck me up the ever-lovin' tight little ass?"

"Oooh, Jesus," he groaned.

'Well, I'd like it too," she said, "having a real dedicated young stud like you fuck me up the ass.

She wriggled it, happily, and heard the boys around the room groaning in unison as she reached out to the end table at the end of the pulled-out bed and picked up a small tube of petroleum jelly. With Steve's hands still feasting on the bounty of her exquisite rear end, she unscrewed the top of the tube, squeezed out an inch of the lubricant onto her fingertips, and faced Steve, wriggling free of his caressing hands.

"This won't hurt a bit," she said. "It'll make things easier for that beautiful young cock of yours. So you can slip it to me gently."

She reached down and gently anointed the enraged-looking, apple-shiny red head of Steve's stiffly alert prick. She let her hand slide lovingly down the shaft, lubricating it, too, for the glorious fleshly invasion.

"That'll make it easier and nicer and better for both of us," she said. She was teasing again, she knew, teasing them all, but she couldn't help herself. It was a very real part of her pleasure. "I like something a little unusual once in a while. And it's a, well, different kind of thrill for a girl, offering her ass-hole for some of the action, having a nice hard cock slipping up into her ass."

She was talking too much, she knew. Abruptly, she stepped onto the bed and positioned herself on her elbows and knees, the soft, snowy rounded hills elevated. Then she reached back and separated the globes of her buttocks, spreading the luscious soft mounds, opening to the eyes of every boy in the room the tiny, tender, puckered orifice of her willing, welcoming ass-hole.

"Now slide that slippery cock in there, Steve," she said, her voice sounding strained and ragged. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me up the ass..."