Chapter 1
"She's just not going to make it here," said Martha Wilkes, the cook at The Pines Experimental School for Boys. "I've seen her, and she's just not the type to make it with a bunch of sexy little rowdies like you two."
Martha was in her large, modern kitchen, where she prepared all the food for the twenty students inmates of school for junior high school recalcitrants, and her audience consisted of Rusty and Jimmy, the two boys who had drawn the very pleasant duty of assisting her on that day. They were both fifteen years old, the average age for boys who'd been sent to The Pines by the authorities. Martha was thirty-eight years old, a woman of medium height, with wildly curly brown hair, a good-natured smile when she chose to wear it, and a figure so bounteous that it came close to being downright fat. She had massive haunches and breasts, but her waist was relatively narrow and her legs were good. They were strong legs, just as her arms were strong, and she liked nothing better than to get those strong arms and legs around the body of a male, be he eight years old or eighty, just as long as he was old enough to have life in his prick.
She was dressed in a starched green cotton uniform with yellow collar and cuffs on its short sleeves, which was marked with perspiration stains from her efforts over the big pot of stew she was brewing. The uniform dress buttoned down the front, and the top two buttons were open, revealing a big expanse of creamy white upper bosom, slightly mottled with pink, and four inches of the deep cleft between her truly immense breasts. Rusty's and Jim's attentions centered more on this cleavage than it did on the menial tasks she'd assigned them.
She went on as she spiced the stew, saying, "No baby-faced blonde like that one is going to make it here. No, sir. She tries to look like a China doll with those big blue eyes and those rosebud lips, and you can tell she's just not tough enough to make it with a bunch of kids the likes of you. Only reason Mr. Sloane hired her was because of her looks. He'll be sorry for that. She's going to get you boys all horny, and then your principal won't know how to handle you--but I will. Get me a cigarette, Rusty. My hands are all wet. They're right in my pocket. Go on."
"Sure, Martha!" said the shorter of the two boys, the one with the carrot colored hair.
Jim, half-peeled potato in hand, came around to grin and watch while little Rusty slipped his hand inside the pocket on Martha's tight skirt and groped around for the package of cigarettes.
Martha grinned at the red-haired boy, her eyes on a level with his, and said, "What're you trying to do, Rusty? Tickle me half to death?"
"I'm just trying to find the matches," he said with an impish grin. "I'm sure sorry if it tickles you."
"Damn right it tickles me. I didn't wear no panties tonight. No bra, either. And I can really feel your little fingers squirming around down there, you devil."
Rusty continued to tickle and delve inside the pocket that was directly over the cook's left thigh. Jim came up from the other side, grinning very broadly, and said, "Is there anything I can do for you, Martha?"
"It's gettin' awful hot in here. Whew! Yeah, you could open up a couple more buttons on my dress and wipe some of the sweat off my big old boobs."
"Oh, boy!" Jim said, and grinned exultantly at Rusty as he quickly popped open the plump cook's dress to her waist.
She had lovely big breasts so firm that they pushed right out through the confines of her opened uniform right away. They were massive, bulbous breasts, as fat and round as they could be, with heavily globular undersides, enormous brownish-pink nipples, just getting erect, and upper slopes that bulged creamy and smooth. Jim's eager hands played over them while Martha stirred the stew. Her breasts were so big that they couldn't point straight ahead, but angled outward to her sides in a wall-eyed fashion. Jim hefted their considerable weight and probed their smooth softness and pulled at their generous nipples to his heart's content while Martha smiled her encouragement. On her other side, Rusty continued to play about her thighs with his busy fingers inside her pocket, while with his other hand he explored the vast bulging smoothness of her expansive bottom. Each of the boys in his excitement was pressing his hard little pecker, confined within his school uniform, against one of Martha Wilkes big thighs. She felt very good, very desirable, and she was aglow with the knowledge that it wouldn't be long until she got some nice, good sexual satisfaction from these two virile young boys, and plenty of it.
"You got to be tough to make it at The Pines, and this Carolyn whatsername just isn't that kind of a woman. Did I say woman ? She's only a girl, even if she is twenty-six, and she might have a degree from some college, but she doesn't look smart enough to wipe her own ass."
"Is she little?" Rusty asked. "Is she shorter than I am?"
"Nobody's shorter than you are. She's sort of tall, as a matter of fact. You'd just about come up to her titties, and she's got nice ones, but she probably wears cheaters. Mmmm-m-m-m. That's starting to feel good. Why don't you get your heads together, you two, and get yourself a little cream. That's it, you greedy little pigs. Milk me, milk me."
She stopped stirring the stew, looked down and smiled at the brown head and the red head hovering in front of her bulging breasts. Each of these well-trained kitchen helpers was sucking noisily on one of her nipples, and the sensations of deep pleasure rose in her mature body. She indulged herself further by setting aside her stirring spoon and reaching down to squeeze and fondle the two hard peckers at each of her flanks.
Martha Wilkes was quite adept at playing with the penises of young boys. She knew just how hard and how long to fondle their organs, knew exactly how much to excite them, and could drive them to distraction with her plump little hands and leave them just short of creaming in their jeans. She played no favorites among the score of boys at the state-run school. She had played with each and every one of their hard little peckers at one time or another and she knew the idiosyncrasies of each of them. These two boys, Rusty and Jim, were both possessed of very nice-sized peckers for their age, and it was with some difficulty that Martha prolonged this delicious playtime and refrained from getting it on all the way with them immediately.
"Suck those old titties, you greedy little mutts," she said, pulling peckers and getting wonderfully dizzy with the hot feelings rising through her plump body. "Get me all hot and bothered, you know how much I love it. Little devils, you might as well go ahead and unbutton my dress all the way, 'cause I'm just getting awful hot."
Two hands fumbled together to pop open the remaining buttons of Martha's dress as she stood before the stove with clouds of steam rising from the fragrant concoction. Her slightly protuberant belly was bared by the two sucking, nursing boys, and when her dress was opened to her loins, she shrugged and wriggled her shoulders and shucked off the uniform to stand naked before them.
Her pussy was shaven completely bare. It bulged very prominently under the softer bulge of her belly. It was a big, fat pussy, with very plump bulges at each side of the deep, long slit that disappeared down under her pubic curve. The round, full nubility of her thighs pressed those two big bulges inward, making the slit even deeper as she stood there with her two little helpers happily sucking her breasts and playing around her crotch and buttocks with their hands. They knew her too, and knew just where she liked to be touched.
She had a big bottom, with buttocks separated by the crack that made the size of her pussy crack seem dainty in comparison. She liked to be touched there.
"Let's get those peckers out," she said, pulling at the tabs of their zippers. "Jesus, you got me so hot I don't know what I'm doin'. Tongue me up, brats. Lick me and suck me good while I get those peckers out."
With eager obedience, Rusty and Jim licked all over those great big tits of hers. They were panting, wild-eyed in their excitement, hands trembling on her big, lush body while she leisurely opened their pants. She pulled down the zipper tabs, then simultaneously opened both their belts and let their jeans fall to the floor around their ankles. "Nice and hard for your favorite girl friend," she said. Now, with a naked prick in each hand, and able to rub their bare, oozing wet heads against the naked flesh of her yielding thighs, she was feeling better than ever.
"I'll tell you, I can hardly wait to get those two peckers in me," she said. "Trouble is, I just don't know which of you to take on first. I guess it'll be whoever's nicest to me," she said, and reluctantly released her hold on their pricks to put her arms about their shoulders and hug their heads and mouths closer to her throbbing, pulsing tits.
She had them half mad with excitement already, but that wasn't enough for her. She hummed a little song and jiggled and twisted her body, bouncing her big, bare tits as they licked and sucked them, quivering her ass and loins for their hotly groping hands. She guided their hot, hungry mouths to her shaven armpits, then lifted her arms above her head and closed her eyes and grinned as they Frenched her there in that sensitive area, just as she'd taught them.
She looked down at them, as they vied to be best at kissing and licking her beautiful tits and her smoothly shaven armpits. "That new teacher might be young and good-looking, but you sure as hell won't have this kind of fun with her unless you make her do it. She's one of those tight-assed college girls who doesn't know a thing about pleasuring a boy, let alone a couple of young men like you. She'll let you look at her all you want, but you can't touch, and that's okay with me. You get yourselves all hot and bothered looking at that dumb, doll-faced blonde, and then you come to momma for your fun.
"Oooooooo. You're gettin' to me. Bite 'em a little and make them stand right up and beg for more. Make me feel . . . Ouch! Rusty, you little bastard, not so hard! Just for that, Jimmy gets to do me first. Go on, Jimbo, go on and do me real good, real good. Yes, yes, yes-s-s-s-s-s."
Panting very hard, the well-trained boy began kissing lower on Martha's swaying body. Soon he was down on his knees beside her, covering her big haunch with kisses, pawing her curvaceous big bottom with one hand and fingering within the deep slit of her pussy with the other. She was already terrifically wet, and his fingers slipped and slid with ease over the little button of her clitoris, hidden deep within the steamy crack of her cunt. The crack of her ass was moist with her perspiration, and Jim used both hands to feel around both her holes as he continued to madly kiss her, in the groove of her loin, exuberant because he'd been chosen to be the first to take his pleasure with her on that day. Martha ruffled his hair and said, "Come on, honey. Love me up real nice. Show Martha how much you love her, how sexy she is, and what a good little lover she's made out of you."
She winked at Rusty, still grinding his hot prick against her thighs, and said, "Get on down there and kiss my pussy like a good boy. It's hot as melted butter and twice as sweet. Ahhh. Ahhh-h-h-h. Oh, baby, you really know how to lick off a woman." She awkwardly parted her legs and at the same time drew Rusty into a deep, open-mouthed kiss.
"Between the two of you, you're going to make me cum all over the place," she said against Rusty's eager mouth. "Jesus Christ, I just can't hardly wait for it any more," said the big, heavily panting woman, and holding Jim's head where it was with a handful of his hair, she backed up until her big bare bottom was against the maple meat-chopping block.
"Help me up here, boys," she said, and in a moment her ass was on the flat wooden surface and she could comfortably lie down.
Her legs were widely separated, one of them dangling toward the floor, and the other crooked up with her ankle hooked over the edge of the block. Still Jim was kissing her big, open, wet cunt, and she reveled in the knowledge that he'd go right on with it until she'd given him leave to stop.
"Okay, lover, sock it to me now, and Rusty, you get up here and give me something to chew on."
Face smeared with her aromatic juices, panting as if he'd just run forty laps, Jim got quickly to his feet, took his hard, stiff prick in hand and guided it right home, right up within that deep crack of her cunt and into the heat of her waiting, throbbing hole. Little Rusty was almost equally quick in jumping up on the countertop, getting down on his knees on it, and presenting his hard prick just above her smiling, sweating face. As Jim began to vigorously fuck her, Martha languidly licked her lips, pursed them, and blew her warm breath against Rusty's prick. It jerked and bounced at the contact of this warm breeze while the boy knelt there, biting his lips and clutching his thighs in his excitement.
BAM! Right away, Jimmy was cumming in her twat. It came along so fast that she almost wasn't ready for it, but then she quickly clamped down with the well-used muscles of her cunt in a rhythmic fashion which milked and sucked every last bit of loving goodness from the boy's eagerly pounding pecker. She felt very loved, very good, but she'd be feeling better still as things wore on.
"Your turn, honey," she said. "See if you can do me as nice as Jimmy did, Rusty."
The two boys quickly changed positions while Martha lay there stretching luxuriously. A moment after she'd given the command, Rusty was down on his knees on the floor, avidly licking her big twat, while Jim was up on his knees on the chopping block, his prick only half hard as she played with it with her hand and kissed it with her cushiony big lips.
"Lick me good, 'cause I'm awful hot. Lick me good and then you can fuck me good."
She giggled and said, "I wish that David Sloane could see me now. He'd probably knock you two boys on your keesters and jump me himself. He can't get enough of me. Wants to fuck and suck me all the time, fuck and suck, fuck and suck. Rusty, give it to me, just like David does, just like your snooty principal does."
She began lustily sucking on Jim's prick, while Rusty got to his feet to get his turn at her waiting, pulsing, grabbing twat. She felt glorious, all warm and buttery inside, just as if David Sloane really was fucking her. Drunk on sexual stimulation, she could almost see his handsome face before her and she forgot all about her former concern over his hiring a younger and admittedly more beautiful woman to work at the school. Though the boy on the chopping block with her was moaning at the hard sucking she was giving his sensitive cock, still she sucked on it, knowing in her heart it didn't taste as good and manly as David Sloane's, but still pretending it was his.
She felt it pulse and she took Jim's freshly hardened prick from her mouth, at the same time wrapping her strong legs around little Rusty's waist. "CUM! MAKE ME CUM!" she cried, as the prick before her started to spout, as down below Rusty filled her twat with his juice, and as she reached down and got her finger on the quick of her clit to masturbate herself.
She lay back, sighing. "Wonderful, just wonderful loving. No woman'll ever make you feel as good as I do, I don't care how good-lookin' she is. I'll be the best for you all your lives. Oh! Oh! Oh, I love you both, I love all of you brats. You make me feel so good," she said, as she licked up the cum from her lips and hugged one boy with her arms and the other with her legs, blissful, content, beautiful, the Queen of The Pines.