Chapter 20
It was a merciful -- a miraculous deliverance. Clara had come. The boy had not. She had come explosively, devastatingly, almost as self-destructively as that first time out in the trailer, when this boy's indefatigable instrument had pumped all the cares and woes, all the tensions from a year of playing the nun out of her thrumming cunt.
Now, just in time Toivo had appeared from wherever he had been sleeping. His firm .hands had grasped her waist, held her firmly down atop Att's pelvis while the younger boy strained and curled his toes and gritted his teeth and finally, just barely, managed to keep from wasting his precious load.
Att released a tremendous gusty shuddering sigh. "Aaaah," he wheezed. "Deezneelen."
Clara smiled and the tension was broken. Suddenly she was tired. Not bone-weary exhausted but just happy and satiated. She lay forward, mashing her jugs on Att's hard muscled chest. It felt lovely. As he put his arms around her and kissed her she felt the tiredness oozing away. Soon the boy had recovered control of his body and could give her a tiny experimental shove. When disaster did not strike immediately he began a slow gentle pushing, running his rod happily in and out of her jubilant vagina.
Suddenly Clara felt hands on her tits and was reminded of Toivo. Poor Toivo. Always he seemed to take a back seat in these three handed games, playing some sort of auxiliary role instead of getting his goad into the seat of the action.
He was snuggling up to her, cupping her firm jugs from behind, rubbing his lovely hardness against her back until suddenly she realized that she was once more out of control -- sandwiched between two hard male bodies. And then abruptly she discovered what Toivo was really up to there behind her. Oh my god! she thought. Eyes widening, Clara suddenly realized she had not thought of everything after all.
Att lay beneath her, knees flexed in missionary position and slightly spread -- as if he were a woman with a man atop him. Clara's thighs were spread even farther as she lay face down atop the younger boy, mashing her tits on his chest, mashing her lips against his as they exchanged tongues, mashing her mons veneris against the boy's bony prominence as she ground gently up and down his body, forcing his cock to slide in and out her pussy with a gentle and persistent eroticism.
She had wondered why Att spread his knees, forcing her so wide apart. Now she knew. He was making room for Toivo to kneel there. Toivo was kneeling behind her, cupping her tits in his hands, bending over her back to blow in her ear and kiss the nape of her neck. But that wasn't all he was doing. She felt the pointed, flared head of his lance push at her suddenly twittery anus.
No! she thought, not that! It's too much! But Toivo's tool was pressing and she knew that no matter what she said or did, it would keep on pushing. She reminded herself that she had resolved to relax and take whatever fate in the form of two stiff pricked boys saw fit to hand her. She hadn't expected anything like this.
The tip of Toivo's tool was pointed, not round headed and blunt like Att's or the older boy would never have achieved what little success he had already. She felt it pushing, knew the pointed head of his hammer had already made it a respectable distance into her. She tried to relax. There was no use fighting it. But her body reacted to an older instinct which said this hole was for big things to slide out of -- not into. She felt her anal sphincter contract. She tried to make it let go. As well will herself not to think about purple giraffes. Her body would not listen to reason. Toivo was pushing. Not pushing hard, but the lovely smooth skinned hard muscled boy with his hands over her tits was keeping a steady relentless pressure.
Her body struggled and tired. Momentarily she felt that sphincter falter and the head of Toivo's tire iron had pried another fraction of an inch into her. Att began fucking slowly and gently, pushing and pulling her up and down his body, raising his ass to meet her thrust. Then she felt a hand -- it had to be Toivo's, down there in the damp. A finger caressed her clit, gave her an unexpected little shiver of eroticism and that prod went deeper into her undefended rear bastion.
The invading finger moved backward, carrying with it a smear of love's lubricant which it promptly applied to her twittering rosebud. The pressure was released for a moment, then he was pushing again and she felt it go in deeper.
Att's arms around her tightened in a sudden access of joy and his tongue shot deep down her throat, giving her a ghostly reminder of what else had gone down her throat not long ago. He was squeezing and caressing her, ramming her back and forth along the smooth slickness of his sensual muffin-stabber. It felt so good, she almost forgot about that pressure against her asshole. Then the hands over her tits tightened and she felt the tremendous flaring head of Toivo's cock pass through the tight clasping musculature of her anal sphincter. Then slowly but steadily, the older boy began his erotic journey up the old dirt road.
Clara had never experienced anything like it before It felt -- different. When her heart stopped thumping and she could breathe again, she wasn't quite sure whether she liked it or not. She was already full to the brim with Att's heavy-veined cock in her cunt. She was a mature woman, but she was not a big woman. One cock with enough to stretch her to the ill-defined edge between pleasure and pain. And now she had two in her -- one up her asshole, where there had never been a cock before.
She had known that men sometimes did it to each other that way. She had also known that some women enjoyed a backdoor approach to the rites of love. But Clara had never tried it -- had never even thought of trying it. She had always been happy enough just to have something hot, hard and male stuffed up the hole nature had created for it.
She wondered whether it was worthwhile thinking about it now. It wouldn't make any difference. She knew that. She was sandwiched between two hot blooded boys and until they were both totally satiated, they might buffet her in several different directions at once. But she knew perfectly well that they would not let her slip away from in between them. She was doubly trapped, a lovely erotic harpoon in her vagina and another sliding up her asshole.
Toivo began pushing. Ooooohhh! It didn't hurt, but it felt -- funny. Each time his long, spearheaded, elegantly slim cock drove full length into her she could feel his balls bang against the cheeks of her ass, she was overcome with a sudden feeling of fullness -- as if she had to get up and run for the bathroom. Then as the boy pulled it out the feeling of weakened relief was indescribable. Each time she felt it pull partway out before beginning that long slow journey back in, she could feel her insides gurgle and squirm to make room for this hard headed invader.
Meanwhile Att's round headed rammer was working away at her cunt, filling her with the joy that passeth all understanding. She felt her belly gathering forces for another erotic cataclysm again. Was Toivo's cock up her ass helping or hindering? Suddenly, without warning, she came explosively, with a violence that made her reel. If she had not been sandwiched between two male bodies with four hands holding onto her, four legs guiding her and keeping her in place she knew she would have fallen right out of bed. But Att's happy hammer was sliding indefatigably into her, out of her, back in again.
The boys' strokes were synchronized. Both boys were going in together, filling her belly fuller than she had ever imagined possible this side of pregnancy. Each time twin cocks pulled out she was abruptly empty, bereft, but filled with a fluttery relief that was assuaged by the knowledge that within half a second she was going to be bursting with masculinity again.
Att was kissing her, caressing her back and her ass, getting an occasional finger between their straining bodies to remind her clit that she was being fucked by an expert -- by two experts.
Toivo's hands were everywhere, cupping her tits, tweaking her nipples into rock hardness, probing her navel while he kissed and nibbled the nape of her neck, blew into her ears-and steadily drove his cock up her ass, sending a great swelling surge of eroticism through her each time his throbbing tool cooperated with Att's to fill her to overflowing with hard hammering maleness. And it felt so good.
It felt so good that suddenly she dissolved again, explosively and without warning. She felt herself streaming as love's lubrication flowed from her and the boys were pumping faster now and their hands were busier and they were kissing her and licking her and feeling her and caressing her and tickling her and putting fingers into all sorts of delightfully unexpected spots until she had forgotten her explosion and was giggling and wailing and shrieking and yodeling her joy and it was going to happen all over again and it felt so good she knew she was going to die but what a way to go and who cared and ooooohh did it ever feel good to be sandwiched between two hard bodied boys with but one thought on their minds and but one body between their straining, tearing thumping hard-ons.
And it was her body and they were thumping it aid somehow their synchronization had come apart, and as the beat to this lovely three handed tango came unglued, suddenly their cocks were no longer in unison, no longer going in at once, coming out at the same time to first stuff her until she wanted to die, then leave her so empty she just knew she was going to die.
It was ever so slight a change as one boy's cock bottomed out and hesitated a fraction of a second, preparing to pull out while the other boy's was still sliding smoothly into her, filling her with that wonderful fullness that pumped away all the cares, all the troubles, all the intolerance and anger at other people's shortcomings.
These boys had no shortcomings. They were both pouring it deep, deep into her, overjoying her, stuffing her with love, filling her with pleasure, massaging away the tensions until all the little hates and petty annoyances came pouring from her in a gushing flow of love fulfilled and ooooohhhh there she went again! Ooooohh, did it ever feel good!
Was it really happening to her? She had never really believed things like this happened but how else could she be floating this high off the mattress unless there was a lovely golden-skinned boy holding her up, his fleshy spike deep into her lest she slip off his laboring body. And Toivo was on top, pouring it to her ass, filling her with pleasure through an opening she had never had opened before by any other man. My, what an education she'd been getting in these last twenty-four hours! Did any of those giggling and incompetent absentees in her office know how to do it this way? To hell with the poor dears. She could be kind to them. She could be kind and tolerant with everybody. She had all she needed.
Toivo was pouring it to her tirelessly. Att was doing his juvenile best to pass for a man. He was passing his manhood into her, out of her, flicking her thrumming slit with his finger, kissing her, swapping tongues, caressing her flanks until she wanted to whinny and giggle.
And while Att was filling her cunt more comfortably and enduringly than she had ever had it filled before, Toivo's tool continued its ceaseless patrolling up and down the old dirt road, terminating this avenue's virginity so delightfully that Clara wondered where she'd been for the last thirty-nine years.
She tried to relax, to ignore the gathering storm in her body, not to think or analyze the multi pronged assault of eroticism that was tearing her apart. She was going to come again -- and again and again! It was going to hurt when all those rubber bands these boys were so resolutely winding up in her stomach were released and that little airplane propellor somewhere between her vagina and her colon began to whirrrrr and that whirrr went on herself coming apart and coming back together again and exploding and flowing and twisting as her brains turned to peanut butter and flowed around the tip of that throbbing thumping prod that was stirring her where she had never been stirred before. If only it didn't feel so goooood! If it didn't feel so good she could stop for a minute and catch her breath.
But she couldn't. The boys couldn't either, she suddenly knew. Their rhythm was no longer together at all. It changed from moment to moment, both cocks going into her together, then one going in as the other came out.
That was happening right now, and each time Toivo's elegant slim hand went up her ass and Att's came out her pussy, everything inside' her moved forward to make room for Toivo. Then as the older boy came out and Att's round headed ramrod came ram slamming up her vagina again, everything was suddenly pushed in the opposite direction as her insides rocked and rolled under the assault of twin flagpoles. pushing her body this way and that, pushing her thrumming innards this way and that, rearranging her erotic furniture with each push of their prodigious prods. It was so lovely that she didn't know which she liked best. Was it nicer when they were both slamming into her together, first stuffing her until she wanted to scream, then leaving her achingly empty? Or was it nicer with one boy going in while the other went out until she was swishing back and forth and and, and -- ooooohhhhhh!
They were pounding recklessly now, their hard male bodies slapping against her belly, against her ass, bouncing her back and forth between them but never letting her off those twin spikes and suddenly she was coming and she felt a sudden hardness in Att's throbbing cock and then he was flooding her pussy, filling her with gallons of goo as his cock spurted and squirted and Att was moaning and Clara was groaning and Toivo was gritting his teeth and pouring his cock to her and then suddenly great gouts of come were greasing her backside and his cock was getting all slippery and he was still pushing and Att was pushing and all three of them were lunging and thrusting and plunging and coming and melting and dissolving into little puddles of joyous satiation and ...
When Clara woke Toivo had disappeared. She heard the shower running. Att stirred sleepily. He smiled at her, caressed her and kissed a tit. "Deezneelen," he said in a sleepv, happy voice.
Clara was trying to remember. It must have really happened. She was too tender behind not to have lost a second virginity after all these years. She was trying to muster energy to sit up when Toivo entered, still wiping himself with a towel. His cock was half hard again already. But he was trying to show her something. Clara squinted in the dim light. She'd be damned if she'd put on her glasses. Finally she made it out. "Student Visa. Good for one year." She saw the name of the school and realized how close it was. She pointed a finger at Att and raised her eyebrows. Toivo nodded.
Clara smiled a secret little smile. So these two boys were going, to be here for a year ... she wondered if she'd have had enough of them by the time their year was up.