Chapter 5
An hour later, when Greg appeared back in camp, his friend Chet hurried over to him and said, "Jesus, man, where've you been? I was really worried about you. Didn't see you all the time I was swimming."
"Aw, I decided to go for a walk instead," Greg quickly lied.
Chet didn't buy it. "You gotta be kidding," he said. "Going for a walk on a hot day like this, when you could be swimming? You sure you're all right?"
Greg saw that his lie wasn't going to convince Chet, and he couldn't think of any other excuse for missing the troop's traditional skinny-dipping. In fact, he was very tempted to tell Chet the truth. He was bursting with pride over his seduction of Miss Parker, and he wanted to brag about it. But would Chet accept his story?
"Okay," Greg said, "I didn't go for a walk. What I really did-but you wouldn't believe me."
"Whaddya mean?" Chet said. "I know you're no liar. Go ahead, lay it on me. What did you do out there in the woods for an hour?"
Greg glanced around to see if any of the other boys could overhear them. Satisfied that they were alone, he said, "Now you're the only one I'm telling this to, and you got to keep it a secret. I was balling Miss Parker."
Chet stared at him. He stared and stared, his mouth slowly dropping open. Then at last he burst into laughter. "Aw, come on," he roared, "you're shitting me. Good story, Greg, but try again."
Greg felt a little annoyed. He frowned at Chet and said, "I'm not shitting you, man. This isn't the first time I got it on with her, either. We did it last night in her tent. And I'm telling you, she's really hot stuff. But if you don't wanta believe me...."
He trailed off and started to walk away. Chet grabbed his arm and said, "Hey, wait, Greg. I'm sorry. I mean, it just sounds so fantastic. But if you say it's true, I believe you. Jesus, how did you ever get her to do it in the first place?"
"She wasn't too wild about it at first," Greg admitted. "But I kinda coaxed her into it. She's afraid for her reputation, you dig, but she really loves to fuck."
Greg went on describing his adventures with Miss Parker, and he was so detailed and convincing that Chet really began to believe him. Greg had never lied to him before, so why start now? When they'd finished talking and had gone to join the others for dinner, Chet thought long and hard about what Greg had done. It really was a mind-blower, getting it on with beautiful Miss Parker.
Chet could only come to one conclusion. If Greg could ball Miss Parker, then he wanted to do it, too. Of course every guy in the troop wanted to get into her pants, but it was just a dream to them. They knew better than to even try. But Greg had actually done it, and Chet wouldn't rest until he'd done it, too. He figured he was just as well prepared as Greg.
Unlike Greg, who'd only had a few hurried fucks with girls his own age, Chet had had some pretty thorough experience with love-making. The previous summer, when he was fifteen, he'd done yard work for a lonely, horny divorcee. She'd seduced young Chet and taught him just about everything there was to do in bed. Chet figured the experience would come in very handy when he seduced Miss Parker.
His mind made up, Chet waited till dark when all the boys were in their sleeping bags and nodding off. Then he crept to Miss Parker's tent, which was some distance from the boys, and peered through a crack in the flap. What he saw was enough to give him an instant hard-on.
Miss Parker was just getting ready for bed. As Chet spied on her, she slipped off her shorts and shirt, emerging in just a skimpy set of black lace panties and bra. She unhooked the bra and drew it away, and Chet gawked at the finest pair of knockers he'd ever seen. Everybody knew Miss Parker had big tits, of course. Even her customary prim clothes couldn't hide that. But he hadn't realized they'd be so beautiful.
Her tits were big and heavy but perfectly firm, not a sag or a wrinkle to them. They stood up full and round, and they were capped with adorable little rosy-red nipples. Her full boobs quivered slightly as she stooped to slip out of her panties. Chet held his breath. As she stepped out of her panties, he gawked at her lovely little dark-brown bush.
She had a little pan of water and some soap in her tent, and she started washing herself. Chet watched with hot longing. He would have loved to just burst in there and force himself on her, but of course that wouldn't work. She'd yell for help, and he'd be in a world of trouble. He had to think of some other way to get in.
Meanwhile he watched. He was fascinated with the rise and fall of her big ripe jugs, with the sweet little triangle of her muff. She had a fantastic body, all right. Greg was one lucky bastard. But according to Greg, Miss Parker just had to be coaxed a little, and then she'd be ready to make love. Chet figured he knew just how to coax her.
But first he had to have an excuse to get into her tent. He waited till she'd washed herself and dried off. He watched her climb into her sleeping bag and pick up a book. Now was the time to make his entrance. He stood back a little and called out, "Oh, Miss Parker, could I talk to you, please?"
Jane was startled. She hoped to God it wasn't Greg wanting another round. She felt so confused and guilty about this afternoon, she just had to be alone to think. Nervously she pulled the sleeping bag well up over her bare breasts.
"Who is it?" she asked.
"Chet," came the reply.
Jane breathed a sigh of relief. "Come in, Chet," she called.
He entered with a polite smile. He certainly didn't look like much of a threat. He was hardly taller than Jane herself, and he was a little wiry guy, tough but slim. He was wearing just his jeans, no shirt or shoes, and his black hair was slightly rumpled from the night breeze.
"Just what's the problem, Chet?" Jane said, smiling indulgently.
Chet's heart pounded. Miss Parker looked so damned pretty with her shoulders bare and her thick glossy brown hair hanging down. His cock was hard as a rock. He hoped she wouldn't notice that obscene bulge in his fly. He cleared his throat and spoke carefully.
"Aw, I don't wanta sound like a sissy," he said, "but I wonder if there's bears around here. I heard some weird noises in the bushes."
Jane stifled a laugh, not wanting to embarrass him. "Why don't you just sit here with me for awhile, Chet?" she said. "You can go back to sleep when you feel better."
Chet beamed. That was just what he wanted to hear. He sat beside Miss Parker's sleeping bag, and they chatted for awhile, but all the time he was plotting how to make his move. At last a desperate idea came to him. Praying it would work, his heart knocking, he rose to his knees.
"Well, I guess I'll go back to bed now," he said, "but I just wanted to tell you, Miss Parker, I think you're a real swell lady."
Apparently overcome with emotion, the boy leaned forward and planted a kiss on Jane's mouth. She was completely taken by surprise, and for a moment she didn't resist. Little Chet was quite a kisser, clearly more experienced than Greg. His slick tongue explored her mouth slowly and sensuously. Jane felt a tingle of lust which she immediately scolded herself for.
She put her hands on his shoulders and gently pushed. Chet snaked his arms around her and pulled her tight against him. The sleeping bag slipped down as he moved, and Jane felt her naked tits pressing against his bare chest. She blushed and pushed harder at his shoulders. Chet tightened his grasp on her. Suddenly it wasn't an innocent kiss any more.
Jane wrenched her face aside and gasped, "Chet, that's enough."
He didn't relax his grip. "Oh, wow, Miss Parker," he groaned, "you're so fuckin' beautiful. I just gotta have you."
Jane couldn't believe her ears. For the second time on this hike, a teenage boy was boldly coming on to her. Her mind reeled. Meanwhile Chet was forcing her down on her back, and he was amazingly strong for such a small boy. He lay half on top of her, his hard chest flattening her big full tits. He kissed her again, ravenously, working his tongue deep into her mouth.
"UMPH," Jane exclaimed.
This was serious business. She had to make Chet stop, get him out of her tent, but she was afraid to call for help. The other boys might misinterpret what they saw. She pushed hard against his shoulders but couldn't budge him. He was pawing her sleek naked body, and at last his hands came to rest on the big heaving globes of her tits.
"Oh, man," Chet whined, breaking the kiss.
He raised himself a little and gawked at Jane's lovely round jugs. They overflowed his hands. They were hot and silky and throbbing, terribly exciting to touch. Chet moaned and began to caress the satiny globes. Miss Parker gave a little shiver and turned beet red. She seemed shaken and confused.
"Ch-Chet," she panted, "shame on you. You know this isn't right. Please get out of my tent this minute."
Wild horses couldn't have pried Chet loose at that moment. He was holding and caressing Miss Parker's fantastic naked boobs, and he wasn't about to let go. He ran his thumbs back and forth over her pretty little red nipples, and to his delight, they went stiff and hard with his touch. His cock was so stiff, it ached.
"Please, Miss Parker," he sighed, "just relax and get it on with me. I'll never tell anybody. But I'm so horny, I could die."
Jane had just become aware of that. She could feel the boy's steel-hard cock right through his jeans. The stiff bulge was pressing against her belly. She couldn't help thinking how easy and pleasant it would be just to lie back, open her legs, and let the kid fuck her. God knows she needed it. She'd just balled Greg a few hours ago, but it seemed as if the more she fucked, the more she wanted.
But, dammit, it was quite out of the question to make it with Chet. She was in enough trouble already. It was bad enough to make it with one student, a boy young enough to be her son. She certainly didn't intend to take on another. While Chet hungrily fondled her tits, she kept pushing at his shoulders.
"Chet, I'll do no such thing," she said. "You're going to be in big trouble if you don't let me go. I'll tell Mr. Martin when we get back, and you could be expelled from school."
That was it, her big weapon, and it seemed to have no effect at all on Chet. The black-haired kid just stared at her with glazed horny eyes. To her dismay, Jane realized that he was too far gone to listen to reason. He was going by his balls, not his brain, and he wouldn't rest until he'd gotten his rocks off. As with Greg, she just didn't know what to do.
Suddenly Chet flattened himself on her and buried his flushed hot face against her naked jugs. She felt him kissing her big sensitive tits all over. Then his wet tongue snaked out and teased her nipples. She felt a dizzying burst of lusty excitement. Her pussy started to cream and swell. And when Chet sucked her tender left nipple into his mouth, she almost moaned with pleasure.
The boy sucked her tit furiously, making a lewd wet slurping noise. Jane felt her boobs swelling up taut and full with arousal. Her cunt began to leak a little trickle of hot sticky juice. Once again she was in grave danger of losing her self-control. After so many years without sex, she felt as if she just couldn't get enough fucking.
Stop it, she scolded herself, be sensible. You can NOT make love with this boy.
"Chet, I'm warning you for the last time," she said, "let me go. You'll be in terrible trouble if you don't."
Chet knew he was in trouble. Miss Parker wasn't coming around at all. Unless he turned her on and got her to cooperate, he'd be punished when they got back to town. Desperately he recalled everything his older mistress had taught him last summer. There was one thing that had always turned her on like crazy, and he decided to try it on Miss Parker. He prayed it would work.
Jane felt him release her stiff spit-soaked nipple and start to ease himself lower in the sleeping bag. She didn't understand what he was doing. She watched dizzily as he vanished under the covers. Then she felt him forcing her legs open and snuggling between them. She gave a yelp of alarm, expecting the hard thrust of his cock-yet, she realized, he still had his jeans on.
"Chet," she gasped, "what are you DOING?"
No answer. She felt his hair tickling her inner thighs, then his breath, hot and moist, fanning her naked pussy. She blushed furiously. What in the world was he doing down there with his face right in her snatch? She pushed aside the covers and gawked. Sure enough, Chet's black hair was meeting the glossy brown of her muff, and his face was right in her crotch.
"CHET," she squealed, "STOP THAT."
He didn't respond. Suddenly Jane felt the most delicious sensation she'd ever experienced in her life. Something hot and wet and slick was massaging the highly sensitive lump of her clit. She looked again. Chet had parted the furry lips of her bush, exposing and isolating the little red lump of her clit. He was lapping her joy button with his tongue.
"Oh, my God," Jane moaned.
Her mind was blown. She'd never experienced oral sex before, and had thought of it as nasty and perverted. And how had a teenage boy learned to give head? It was all very bewildering. But one thing she knew for sure, it felt fantastic. She hadn't believed such pleasure was possible. Chet's tongue swished back and forth on her tender little love-bud, and her whole pussy seemed to melt with bliss.
What to do? Of course she should stop him-or so said her conscience. But she loved what he was doing to her, and she might never have this experience again. Her love-starved body was responding rapidly, powerfully, to his expert pussy-eating. Her slit was swelling up, growing steamy-hot, and her cunt was leaking fragrant warm juice all over the boy's chin.
"Chet," she groaned, "you'd better not do that."
She knew she didn't sound very convincing. Her voice was hoarse with longing, and her cunt-cream was soaking his chin. She could barely keep from wriggling her hips and jerking her pussy in time to the delicious strokes of his tongue. But she knew it was wrong to let herself go with a mere boy.
Chet of course paid no attention to her protests. He knew he was making progress at last. He could feel Miss Parker's hot sticky twat-cream on his bobbing chin, and he could feel her gorgeous mature body quivering with arousal. She obviously liked what he was doing, even though she couldn't bring herself to admit it. So he'd just keep on eating her pussy till she couldn't control herself any more.
Chet didn't know just how close he was to achieving that goal. Jane's mind was totally blasted with pleasure. She'd never felt anything so wonderful in her life as Chet's wet hot tongue teasing and caressing her horny little joy button. Her tiny red clit was swelling up, throbbing, becoming more sensitive by the second. Soon she was hovering on the brink of climax.
"Ohhhh, Chet, nooo," she whined. "Please, stop, please. Ahhhhhhh, AHHHHHHH."
She was coming, and she couldn't stop it. Her body began to rock and writhe, and she couldn't stifle a prolonged hoarse cry of ecstasy. Chet felt and heard it all, and he knew what was happening. As Miss Parker's molten-hot cunt-juice drenched his face, he jammed his mouth onto her clit and sucked it furiously, making her orgasm doubly intense.
"EEEEEEE," Jane shrieked.
She almost blacked out with pleasure. It was the most powerful climax she'd ever had in her life. She was out of control, bucking, moaning, spewing sticky hot cunt-cream all over Chet's face and her own thighs. At last the dizzying convulsions passed, and Chet raised his cream-smeared face and grinned down at her.
"I figured you'd go for that," he said proudly.
Jane reddened with mortification. Once again she'd disgraced herself. Once again her wicked lust had overpowered her conscience. She knew damned well that it was dangerous and wrong of her to make love with a boy so young, a boy who had once been her student. Yet she'd done it again. What in God's name was the matter with her?
"Chet," she said miserably, "I admit I got carried away, but that doesn't mean it was right. Please, go back to bed now. I won't tell anyone about this, but we've got to stop right now."
Chet just grinned. He knew the key to her arousal now, and he wasn't about to quit. By God, if Greg could fuck her, then so could he. He quickly dipped his face back into her flaming-hot cream-soaked gash. She gasped and tried to wriggle away, but he seized her taut round little ass and held on for dear life. He stuck out his tongue and found the drenched little mouth of her cunt.
"OHHHH," Jane gasped.
It happened so suddenly that she didn't have time to prepare herself. Chet's tongue was rimming the sensitive little mouth of her box, and it felt fantastically exciting. Though she'd just had the most powerful climax of her life, she felt intensely horny again. Her hot little box gushed a big load of juice, and Chet lapped it right up and swallowed it with a greedy gurgle.
He was saving his best trick for last. This was something that had always driven his divorcee mistress right up the walls. He suddenly stuffed his tongue as far as he could into Miss Parker's cunt. The thick wet meat stuffed her small slick box, probing nearly to her womb.
"Eeeeeee," Jane whined, "EEEEEEE."
As Chet began to tongue-fuck her, she stopped fighting entirely. She just couldn't resist the stunning pleasure she felt as the boy worked his stiff tongue hard and fast in her famished little twat. Her legs fell wide open, and she flopped back unresisting, her eyes rolling crazily, her teeth flashing in a horny grimace.
"Ohhhh," Jane wailed, "OHHHHH."
Chet knew he'd won. Miss Parker was in a state of unbearable arousal, her cunt gushing molten-hot juice around his jerking tongue, her lovely ripe body quivering with pleasure. He kept working his tongue in her box, but at the same time he fumbled with his jeans and got them off. His rigid young prick popped out, stiff and drooling.
Jane felt him easing his tongue out of her cunt. He raised himself to his knees, and she dizzily eyed his stiff young prick. It was a beauty, about six inches long and quite thick, the rosy knob-like head leaking a steady stream of juice. His small black bush, his swollen rosy nut sacs, looked so handsome to her. God help her, she just had to fuck him.
"I'm gonna ball you now, Miss Parker," Chet said hoarsely, "and I bet you're gonna love it."
Jane blushed, but to her shame she couldn't bear to speak or move. She made not a gesture of protest as Chet sank down between her hot silky thighs and pressed the hard red head of his cock to the moist little mouth of her cunt. He groaned with excitement as he worked his meat into her. His stiff thick cock filled her twat deliciously.
"Oh, Jesus," Chet whined. "FAR OUT."
Miss Parker's cunt was fantastically snug, much tighter than that of his divorcee mistress. Her box was red-hot, too, and very juicy. He whined ecstatically as he began to ball her. He worked his swollen dick fast and hard and deep in the fiery pulp of her cunt. She didn't try to stop him. She just lay there panting, her legs wide open to him.
"You like it, Miss Parker?" Chet panted. "Feel good to you?"
Totally in the grip of her powerful lust, Jane cried hoarsely, "Oh, yes, Chet, YES. It feels wonderful. Fuck me, fuck me HARD. Oh, God, yes, don't stop."
Chet beamed. Greg hadn't lied to him. Not only did Miss Parker love to ball, but she was just as good as Greg had claimed-tight, passionate, delicious to fuck. He felt her eager little box growing tighter and tighter around his jerking meat as she quickly rose to climax.
"Don't stop, don't stop," she whined.
"Don't worry, Miss Parker," Chet moaned, "I'll ball you forever if you want."