Chapter 20
Even when she felt an extra pair of hands on her ass Ella didn't at first realize what had happened. Then with a sudden shock she did. It was enough to stop the incipient storm of orgasm that threatened to tear her already strained pussy in two.
Damn him, she thought, oh goddam him! Why couldn't Mike have stayed away a few minutes longer? Why had he left in the first place? But as long as he had set up this situation, abused her good nature to initiate this clod, why couldn't he at least have the decency to stay out of the way until they were finished?
It was too much. Was she to be spared no humiliation? Christ! Here she was fucking away like a demented maenad and her lover was behind her watching! Oh goddam him! She wanted to cry, to shriek, to kick his juvenile ass up between his shoulders and send him packing down the road. But she was spindled on this other boy's unbelievable spike and it felt so good she didn't want to quit now. Maybe if she could keep Mike behind her John would not see and lose his hard-on and end it all before she had gotten the final, full measure of firm devotion from his throbbing thumper.
She gestured angrily for Mike to stay behind her, out of sight. If it turned him on to watch her ass bob up and down another boy's cock that was his problem and not hers.
There was a confusion of movement behind her but she could feel Mike's stray hand pat her ass and she guessed he was staying out of sight. Damn him! It had all been so perfect, so why did he have to come along now and spoil it? Suddenly Mike was not just patting her ass.
He was grasping her firmly by the hips, not interfering with the frantic motion of her cunt up and down John's jock, but gripping her nevertheless. Then she felt him move closer, felt the burning warmth of his body behind her, above her. What on earth was that insane boy doing?
Ella bobbed her cunt frantically, moving up and down almost the full length of John's rod, driving it deep into herself, pulling it out until the tip of his tool barely parted her furry vulva lips as she struggled for one more flight into Nirvana before the boy's maiden flight crashed in blurting, spurting finality.
She had come so many times she was no longer as hair-trigger as the first time Mike had long-cocked her. But her need had grown even more acute as she discovered places, sensations and needs she had never even known she possessed. She had to come one more time, sense and savor to its fullness the fine feel of this virgin boy's untried tool. How many more times in her life would she get a chance at first fruits? So what was that goddam Mike doing with his hands on her ass, scooting close to her bobbing bottom, hovering over her back as she raked John's face with her glowing tits?
Ooooohhhh Jeeeesus! Now she knew what he was doing. She remembered dimly that she had vowed to try everything at least once. But this? The dim-witted boy beneath her had filled her belly until she felt close to bursting. She was operating at her outer limits just to be able to savor the feel of his control tower sliding in and out of her tight-stretched cunt. And now Mike was struggling to force the golfball-sized head of his hammer up her ass!
Ella tried to ignore him. Concentrating on the feel of her tight-stretched pussy sliding up and down John's jock, she tried to ignore every distraction, let the good times roll, let the momentous event that was building in her palpitating belly-If Mike would just leave her alone she knew she could come again.
If she could just keep bouncing up and down fast enough ... But she couldn't. Displaying a skill beyond his years, her demon lover was moving up and down too, his bony pelvis keeping time to the rhythm of her tight-stretched pussy going up and down John's cock, her first lover's cock maintaining a steady pressure against the twittering rosette of her anus.
She was flowing freely, her whole crotch damp with the juices of joy. Mike's elegantly slim spear captured some of those juices and the slick head was pushing relentlessly at the slippery muscle of her anal sphincter. She couldn't possibly take all that inside her at once. But she didn't want to stop now-not when she was this close to coming with John's virgin bargepole filling her.
Bobbing her ass frantically, she gave up at any try for finesse, letting her upper body collapse and no longer raking the would-be priest's face with her firm forty-twos. Now the boy was drowning in an avalanche of tits as she let her chest down atop him, concentrating every ounce of her strength on keeping her frantic pussy sliding up and down, up and down, running the boy's unbelievable erection in and out of her. She was going to come. She knew now that she would make it in spite of that goddam Mike's distractions.
Then abruptly Mike's cock was more than a distraction. He was bobbing up and down too in time with her movements, pressing ever closer until suddenly her anal rosette surrendered. There was a tremendous stretching sensation unlike anything she had ever experienced, and then she felt the round throbbing head of his hammer sliding up, up into her as the boy herded his honker down the old dirt road.
Tight. Oh Jesus, was it ever tight. She had thought John's oversized erection was enough to kill her and now she had two cocks in her-one all the way up her cunt as she bottomed out onto John, the other seemingly miles up her asshole as Mike came down atop her, squeezing Ella in an erotic sandwich between two hard young male bodies. She didn't know whether to scream for help or for more.
It hurt but it hurt so good she knew she was going to die, and she didn't care whether she died or not, so long as she could just be here, feel all this lovely hard masculinity beneath her, on top of her, in front of her, behind her, up her cunt and up her asshole. She was sandwiched in so tight between the boys that she couldn't move.
Then Mike began slowly pulling out. It felt as if she were having a colossal bowel movement except that no bowel movement had ever turned her brains to peanut butter with the knowledge that she was going to come right now, steadily, forever!
He pulled his honker out of her ass until only the great golfball-sized knob remained inside. She still had John's jolly jock in her all the way, her vulva lips grinding against the bony hairiness of his pelvis. Slowly, Ella began moving up away from the boy beneath her.
As John's cock came slowly out of her cunt Mike's went into her asshole. Her insides, already fluttery from impending orgasm, moved aside as one prodigious cock replaced the other. She felt her ass strike Mike's as he gripped her hips with his hands and gave a happy little grind that stretched her and forced his cock in an erotic circle, stirring her in ways she had never been stirred before.
She began once more her slow, sensual slide down John's cock, and as his cock went up her cunt Mike's came out of her ass, forcing everything inside her to move, rearrange itself, slipping and gurgling in a sea of love's elixir. It hurt. She was fuller than she had ever imagined any woman could ever be. But it hurt so good Ella knew she wanted to do it again and again.
Her body had taken over completely now, cutting every rational mind completely out as her belly, her cunt, every part of her reacted to the command of FUCK! She felt her rhythm increase. Mike crouched behind her and over her, not moving. John lay supine below her. Ella's ass moved rapidly between them, taking first one cock, then the other into her seething orifices.
She was moving faster, slamming her ass against the boys', her hips bobbing back and forth like the mechanism of some berserk sewing machine as twin needles stitched erotic designs into her subconscious.
Great pink-flaming waves of passion surged through her, suffusing her flexing belly, forcing hot, throbbing blood through her tits until she sensed her nipples burning the boy's face just as Mike's flaming ears had seared her thighs. Rut coursed through her, filling her and overflowing, pink-frothed fountains of lust surging up her spine to foam and sparkle in the cavity where once she had possessed a brain capable of thinking of something apart from the supernal joy of one cock going in as the other came out.
Hands captured her head and drew it up until the boy's face was no longer submerged in a soft sea of tits. John was kissing her-for the first time she realized bemusedly. Without thinking she let her tongue escape into the cavity of his mouth. And John, the " boy who hadn't even known how to get his cock into her, was suddenly swapping tongues with the finesse of a roue.
She was climbing, gradually scaling the crevasses of Passion Peak, her whole body suffused with a flame of erotic desire that was fulfilling itself even as she demanded more, harder, faster. She had known she was going to be able to come at least once more. Now she was coming-now explosively with the devastation that would leave her distraught, her insides relaxed and flaccid, churned into a passionate pudding of satiation.
Her insides were rippling, contracting, squeezing the twin cocks that invaded her. She was flowing freely from every orifice-even her eyes streaming tears of joy unconfined as her ass bobbed up and down squeezing, milking, encouraging these two boys to give her the final full measure of devotion.
The boys were performing heroically. She could expect this level of professionalism from Mike. After all, he had blunted the sharp edge of his appetite with her several times already. But the cloddish virgin beneath her? She realized that a lack of imagination had its advantages. Probably the boy thought this fine, sustained level of eroticism' was the way it went all the time. She gave a mental sigh for the disappointments that awaited him with other less agile and eager partners.
But Ella was too occupied with the affairs of the moment to indulge in long-range thoughts. Her ass was bobbing in mindless joy between twin foci of eroticism as one cock went into her and the other out, churning her insides, moving her as Ella had never been moved before in her eighteen years of fucking.
She was coming now-not spasmodically, but coming with a steady gushing stream of joy that seemed as if it would never end. There was no interruption to the melting, crumbling of inhibitions and defenses as her body surrendered all thought of past and future to the overwhelming physical now.
Great contractile waves surged through her, squeezing the twin cocks that tormented, tantalized, and pleasured her. The boys were moaning too, squirming and striving to rub every inch of their lean bodies against the milky softness of her clear skin. Hands reached between her" and John to capture the tits vacated when the failed priest began deep-kissing her. She wondered if there were one single avenue of erotic sensation left untouched. Surely there was nothing else left to try.
Then abruptly she knew there was. Mike had been posing over and behind her, motionless as his cock collected the smooth slickness of her ass coming back and up each time she pulled her cunt off the indefatigable erection beneath her.
Now the boy behind her changed his rhythm. Instead of remaining motionless, he pulled back with her until her belly was suddenly empty not just of one cock but of both boys' busy machinery.
She poised a moment, John's spearhead barely parting her labia mojora and Mike's golfball-sized glans penis barely penetrating the twittery contractions of her anal sphincter. Then, as she sensed the momentary blessedness of total emptiness, Mike began pushing, driving his dong deep down the old dirt road, pelvis against her ass to force her down the full length of John's enormous erection.
Oooohhh sweeeeet Jeeeeesus! It was the first time she had had both cocks bottomed out inside her at the same time. Until now each time one boy's banger had been in her the other had been out. Now the situation was totally changed, and a new set of erotic sensations assaulted her as her thrumming belly alternated between the second-long relaxation of no cock at all before once more being slammed down between the twin hard asses that slammed into her from back and front, each striving to drive his cock deeper into the docile flesh between them.
She could feel the interference and knew each boy was feeling the other's cock inside her, separated only by the thinnest of membranes as her ass and cunt stretched to their utmost. It was really too much. She knew she ought to complain, make them stop it, or at least go back to the alternating, one-two rhythm of one cock going in as the other went out.
This was going to kill her. But what a way to go! She struggled to tell them to stop but her body was acting with an older wisdom and the only sounds that came from her were the high-pitched keening wails of joy unconfined.
She was blind, her vision curtained off by a pink wall of lust that shut out all thought of tomorrow. She would pay for this. Ella knew she would pay for it with aches, with pains, with loneliness and regrets. But that was some other day and this was now. This was two boys, two cocks coursing simultaneously in and out of her, filling her with the joy that passeth all understanding.
The boys were keening and moaning too, overcome with the joys of the eternal present of eroticism, pouring their all to her with no thought of holding back. Mike had lost his beat, and now the cock that counter-pointed John's steady, cunt-filling in and out was sometimes with, sometimes against the other boy's, giving Ella a suspenseful erotic uncertainty as she never knew what would come next.
She was flowing, her belly wracked with great contractile waves of passion as she spurted and flowed with a constant surge of orgasm, totally surrendered to the joys of the eternal present. She was moaning, crooning her joy. And so were the boys, ram-slamming with unbridled passion. John had abandoned his passive role beneath her and now his lean hard ass was rising joyously to meet her every descent.
Mike was slamming her down harder upon the other boy, riveting his cock into her, filling her, stretching her, making her shiver and wail and pray that he would stop, that he would take it out if only for a moment, just take it out deeper!
Temples throbbing, she felt a sudden moisture and was for a moment terrified. I've broken something inside me, torn something, she knew. And then she knew it was something else. After holding out all this time on his maiden flight, John was finally coming, filling her with gallons of scalding semen, spurting like some spastic fire hose. Then Mike's cock was flooding her ass and she was shrieking her joy as she felt her insides twist, melt, twist again in a final flutter of erotic joy. They lay spent, the boys in front of her and behind her, both cocks shrinking now but still inside her satiated body.
Ella's ears were ringing and then finally she realized dazedly that it was the telephone. She stretched a nerveless hand and picked it up. "Six o'clock," a prim, feminine voice said.
"Oh yes, thanks," Ella said sleepily. "I-uh, think I'll stay another day and rest up." Surveying the comatose boys she added, "Could you send out some breakfast?"
"I'll connect you with room service," the prim voice said.
Ella struggled to her feet. She had to get this room in some kind of shape before somebody wheeled a tray of breakfast in here. Had to get the come rinsed off her own superb body, too.
The boys stirred sleepily. John looked up at her naked body. "That was great," he said. "Can we do it again?"