Chapter 8
She knew that she had to get up. She lay in delighted shock, her vagina feeling as if it had been turned inside out. She found it impossible to keep from kissing this lithe-limbed boy. Or to keep from clinging to his cock.
It was, she realized, not really big. Not like his dad's, nor like Bob's. But it was pretty big for a boy, she imagined. She turned to the quietly smiling lad and asked him.
"Isn't your peter pretty big for your age?"
He laughed. "I don't know. Maybe. I see some a lot bigger in the locker room at Warren Junior High." He laid a warm paw on the breast nearest him. He felt it carefully, the smoothness and tautness, his touch giving the tender nipple a harsh thrill of pleasure. "I don't see any boobs like this," he said, giggling.
"Oh, come on, Roy," Janet said. "That's nice, of course. But I've seen those chicks on the beach. Some of them could out-measure me and you know it."
He squeezed the big globe of ripe fullness to a pouty point and sucked hard on the nipple. She groaned. "Stick your finger in my twat and do that," Janet said. "See what it does to me."
He felt a flare of warmth in the lower part of his body. Not just in any one spot. In his cock, sure, but also in his balls and even in his ass-hole, his rectum. It was like all his pleasure apparatus was in one department. But he did as Janet had asked him, sticking two fingers into the hot, slick tightness hidden by that mask of black cunt hair.
It felt so good that he wiggled the fingers around, getting acquainted with the lovely mysteries of a cunt, reveling in the sense of a heated human lotion, so smooth and rich.
Very carefully, keeping his fingers in place, he once more grasped the tenderized breast. Once more he squeezed its ripe shape into a cone with the dark nipple on top like a juicy cherry. He licked his lips and carefully took all the tit he could swallow into his mouth. His tongue was hard with excitement, his saliva poured out. He had some crazy notion that if he sucked hard enough, this bountiful woman would reward him with a hot squirt of mother's milk.
He began the suction slowly. His cheeks caved in as he increased it. His tongue lashed wildly against the nipple. He was finding the transfer of heat that Janet had learned the night before. A man does certain things to a woman to arouse her into a one-track robot of fuck-fever. But the things he does to ignite her inner flame also lights his burners.
In his previous play, he had wiped her cunt juice all over her breasts. Now, in addition to fingering her cunt and sucking her breast, he was tasting and smelling the drying beauty of her inner sexual exudations. His cock started coming up, hard as a hammer. But something even more fascinating happened.
In the slippery warmth and closeness of her pussy, where everything had been so soft and succulently tender, a new life moved. It was muscle, unexpected cunt muscle. It closed in on his fingers like a velvet vise soaked in the sweetest oils. It was still sensuous and loving, but it had strength.
As he continued to suck at the titty, from which the loveliest and most persuasive of sexual hotline heat flowed to Janet's pussy, the lively cunt squeeze continued on his fingers.
He was only a kid but he could realize he was in the presence of a great gift. And he knew what it meant. If that spit-slick mouth with the swollen red lips could float the jism out of his balls with tongue and cheeks and throat muscles, then the elastic cunt could milk him. like a baby's lips milk a mother's breast.
He continued to move his fingers, almost dreamily. He continued to pull and suck with his lips and tongue on the taut and responsive breast. He could almost feel the nipple grow and extend in his mouth. Just as his prick grew and itched and became hard against the velvety warmth of Janet's thigh.
He had been aware that the woman had been groaning constantly as he massaged her cuntal depths and chewed her tit. And he was aware that her hips were weaving rhythmically as he slopped in the muscularity of her amazing twat. Now she began to rotate her lower body, cracking his knuckles. She also pressed his head down so hard on her breast that he feared she would damage the tissue.
"Ohhhh! Ohhhh!" she moaned, the sounds rising higher in volume. "Finger fuck me, Adam! Please, my darling! Juice me good, baby! Pull my guts out and suck on them. OHHH! OHHH!" And her body beat a hard tattoo on the mattress. "I'm Cumming! ADAM! ADAM, MY LOVE! JAM IT IN ME! OHHHH, FUCK ME! AAAA-aaaagggghhhhh! Ummmm! Mmmmm! My baby! My sweet!"
She came back to this world with the itching burn of a deep cum echoing in her fuck channel. Her womb seemed to hang and the dark web of slickness given her by nature and by virtue of her sex. In that shadowy vault of passion, she felt a hard throb, a vital sense of giving and receiving. She caught the trembling boy to her and lovingly squeezed his cock. She remembered what they had talked about.
"I know a jewel when I see it," she said softly, bending to press her pouting lips around the red and shiny head. "You can't kid me. The boys at school who have bigger ones must be older than you!"
He laughed with contentment. "Mostly I guess you're right. But my buddies have 'em just as big. Ralphie and Steve. Did I tell you about those two guys?"
She hugged him again. "No, you didn't. But they must be nice if you like them. Real buddies. Do they go on these, uh, titty-pulling adventures with you?"
The boy giggled and cuddled against her. What a baby he was in spite of his hard cock and his flow of sperm! "They sure do!" he said proudly. "We do everything together!" like sitting around and jerking off, Janet said in her heat-blurred mind, thinking of three hard young cocks all in a row. like talking about every hot thing you can think of.
She laughed quietly. "You'll have to tell Ralphie and Steve about us, won't you?" she asked. "All about how a grown-up lady with big titties and a bushy-haired cunt sucked you off?"
"Oh, no! Never, Miz Foy! Not in a million years!" His voice was shocked but his face was so fiery with a blush that she knew she had seared his conscience with an accurate guess. "I never would do that! Oh, honest to God!"
She pondered it briefly, weighing what consequences might result. And from what sources.
Well, every pleasure had its risks. Crossing bridges too soon was idiotic. In the meantime, here was a young prick, hard again.
"I know you won't tell them, Roy," she lied. "Because it could get me into a lot of trouble, and then we couldn't go on having fun. Here, let me play with your big old hard cock! Oh, it's so beautiful and hard! Always be proud of it, Roy!"
She thought of another thing briefly mentioned.
"Remember when we were talking about girls your own age? About whether or not they'd suck you if you wanted them to? Did we finish with that? No, I remember now. We both got too excited. I said to get your hand between their legs didn't I? And onto their pussies." She sighed and smiled, remembering the thrill of a boy's hand insistently pushing, pushing, getting there! And the ways she'd help while seeming to fight it.
The boy giggled. "That would sure get me hot," he observed, and Janet squeezed gently on his penis.
"It gets the girl hot, too, that's for sure. And while you're playing with her titties and getting your finger in her twat, you get your cock out, see?" She found herself breathing hard. "And then, after you've kissed her-you know about French kissing-you just sort of pull her head down toward your lap."
He waited. "Then what?" he asked.
"She opens her mouth and puts it around the head of your cock," Janet smiled. Goose bumps came out on her smooth arms as she thought of the scene. A young girl, learning to suck a boy's peter! Glorious! "Maybe she asks: 'What do you want me to do? Suck it?' And you just pull her head back down on it and say: 'That's right, baby! Suck it!' Hey, Roy, your cock's hard again!"
She rolled toward him, smiled as she took his penis in her hands, and slowly fitted her lips over it. There was still a bit of sperm left from their recent encounter. She licked at it, loving the rich taste and the trace of aroma.
"Have you got a lot of Merit Badges, Roy?" she asked.
"Well, yes," he answered. "I'm an Eagle Scout." He was buzzing inside as she wiped her thick lips across his cock, occasionally taking a sweet little suck at it. "Why?"
"Maybe I'll give you enough instruction so you can pass a Merit Badge test in fucking and sucking," she joked. "Would you like that?"
He fucked deep into her mouth. "You want to know something?" he inquired. "Steve and Ralphie and I-we've got a project going. Something like you said. Of course, it's only a joke. We couldn't even talk about such things to our Scout master." He laughed, felling very grown up.
Holding on to his cock, Janet got on one elbow and faced him. "Say, that's very enterprising," she said. "Have you got a girl picked out for it? I mean, do you know someone who will help you get your-uh-Merit Badge credits?" Her tongue seemed thicker. Once again she had trouble talking. Her grip on his stem was more possessive.
"Kind of," he answered. "We think so. Ralphie's sister."
She had been hot and getting hotter. This last idea, that the boys would fuck and sexually explore the sister of one of them was almost too much. She let go of Roy quickly and moved to get her cunt closer to his loins.
"You've already had part of your instruction," she said. "We've sucked each other. Now I'm going to let you fuck me. Would you like that? To stick your lovely little dickie into my hot old twat and fuck it in and out of me until you shoot your load? Until you splatter your cum inside me?"
His throat was suddenly dry. This was the real thing! That red-lined muff of fur, so hot and strong on his fingers, was going to wrap around his cock. He was going to get on top of this beautiful, grown-up lady and stick his cock into her cunt. And she was going to milk it of its sperm! Magic!
He got between her thighs, which she spread wide.
"Look at it," she ordered. "Feel it! Get your fingers into it! There. That's how grown men play before they fuck. Look here, see where I touch? Right there's the best spot. All around there."
"Gosh," the young boy said. "I see something sticking out up there." He touched it and Janet bucked and squealed.
"Oh, Jesus!" she cried. "That's too hard! Don't be scared. I'm sorry I yelled. That's what women-girls-call a clit. The right name is clitoris.
It's like the head of your peter. It's where everything feels the best and hottest."
He was fascinated, getting his face down to look. A line of clear saliva trickled out of his slack lips and hung in her cunt hair. The woman clutched his head and groaned.
"Stick it in me!" she gasped. "Fuck me with your hard cock! Jam it in! Oooh! That's it, baby! That's it, Adam!"
Gee, I must be bigger'n I thought, a voice spoke in the lad's mind. She sure as hell feels tight! The itch of desire to cum filled his cock. It felt as if it were swelling and the slick friction of that marvelous cunt was making it feel bigger and bigger. He would have screamed in pleasure, but he was kissing her, sucking on her tongue.
He remembered what had happened to his dick when he had kissed her tits, and jammed deeper into the streaming, straining pussy just recalling it. He was hitting something hard, deep inside her. God, she was hot. And so tight-slick that it was ten times better than the best jerk-off he had ever had. Even when he and Steve and Ralphie had sat and jerked off each other.
Janet was deep in fuck heat, her body tingling, her cunt streaming with the juices and the warmth of fuck love. The strong cock seemed as big as the boy's dad's, all of a sudden. And he instinctively knew how to drive it. He was deep in her, banging against her free-floating uterus like a real man. The sensation was painfully wonderful. And just a boy!
She wrapped her cunt lips around it as she had wrapped her mouth around it, and the educated muscles in her vagina, achingly sensitized by their lust, stroked all its length.
"Fuck me!" she gasped as his tongue slipped out of her mouth. "Fuck harder! Ohhh, baby! That's it! You're making me CUMMMM! Oh, grind that cunt stretcher into me! Shoot me with your big old load of hot creamy jism!"
She had a firm purchase on the bed with her shoulders and heels. She was throwing the boy into the air with each arching thrust of her powerful thigh and back muscles. Her cunt was like a clever hand, gripping this invading peter, pushing the boy up and bringing him back. Juggling him. She felt that she was sucking him off with her cunt, and she was.
She reached under her, between the cheeks of her ass. Scooping up her cum juice, she touched her ass-hole and went into a high spiral while Roy closed his eyes and held on. The thought of his young prick stuck in her aching and sensitive rectum made her start cumming. Not a big one, where she flipped her lid. A steady, beautiful orgasm, thumping in her cunt and in the dark heat far up in her belly.
She had the juice all over her fingers now. She reached into the clenched muscularity of Roy's ass cheeks and rubbed at his hairless ass-hole. Instead of cringing away, he kept pounding his cock into her. She slid her finger swiftly into his young rectum, and the wave of orgasm in her rose as she felt the slick, wrinkled lining close on her knuckles. It hit him, too. Maybe like Sonny's ass-hole sucking had hit her last night. He groaned and battered harder at her devouring pussy.
"Oooohhh! What's that? In my ass? Oh, Miz Foy! You're fucking me! Oh, give me your titties!"
He bent his neck until it hurt, but he captured one of those big, hard-creased nipples in his mouth. They were both wet with sweat. The sweet sexuality of sucking a woman's sweat from a woman's nipple made him scream inside with compressed heat, the pressure of too much semen in his boyish balls. He pulled on her tit with his hand until she thought it would be ripped from her body, but the old animal fire roared in her love-socket and she let it all rush out as her body and brain went out of control.
He felt her inner muscles pulling on his cock with the demented strength and suction that had made his knuckles crack. He would have been thrown off by her gyrations, except that her strong legs were wrapped over his loins, holding his ripsawing cock inside her.
The need for release beat at the nerves in his prick and he shouted hoarsely as the burning seed shot up from his balls and blasted into the slippery cunt which was eating his dick.
"AAAAGGGGHHHH! IIIIEEEYYYIII! OHH, MMMMM! OHHHHH! AAAAGGGHHH!"
With each shout, he pounded into her again, shooting another load of slick love juice. The fire that flowed along from her aroused breasts, from her erotic mouth and aphrodisiac brain, were bursting in Janet Foy's body like giant firecrackers.
"Oh, Roy, baby!" she grunted, too shaken to scream any more. "Oh baby Adam! Oh love! Oh brother! Oh fuck me! JUST FUCK FUCK FUCK! Shoot me! Give me your cum! THAT'S IT, baby! ONCE MORE! Fuck it into my aching cunt! Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!"
There were tears streaming down her face, but they were so mixed with her sweat and spit that no one would have known.
She kept Roy locked in her thighs' embrace, his wilting cock smeared into her cunt even after her milking pressures pushed it out of her vagina.
At last they released each other by some telepathic agreement and the boy rolled off her, looking at her with big eyes.
"Geez, Miz Foy," he said, "I never knew it would ever be that good! Will it always be that wonderful ? "
She was so touched that her tears began again. She held him, kissing his face with its smears of her pussy juice, holding his hands in hers, feeling his cum leaking out of her. She sneaked a hand down and got a small handful of their mingled cum fluids and brought it to her mouth, drinking it.
"I'll try to make it that good, always. If you come to me when you want it," she whispered. A flash of integrity pulled at her mind, and she said, "It could be that good with someone else, too. It can't always be out-of-this-world wonderful, Roy. But even when it's the worst fuck you ever had, it'll be great!" She smiled at his sweating and boyish face.
He looked doubtful. "Why should I want to fuck someone else if you'll do it?" he asked seriously. "If you'll do it when I ask you. You said that, didn't you?" He hung his head.
"If I didn't say it before, I will now," Janet smiled. "Always. When we were fooling around, I said I'd give you instruction enough for a Merit Badge in fucking and sucking. I meant it, baby! Call me any time you want a lesson. Or maybe in a few weeks you'll be showing me how!" She hugged him tenderly. "You did it so good. Fucked me so beautifully! A grown man couldn't have pleased me more."
"You did something crazy to me," he smiled sheepishly. "You stuck something in my bung-hole. Is that part of it? Part of sex, I mean? Can I stick my finger up your ass? It sure felt wild to me! I think that's what made me cum so hard."
She had wriggled around until she had her head under one of his thighs. His hairless balls were so cute! His sweat was so delicate in its smell and taste! She took his balls in her soft lips, gradually inching them back inside her mouth, rolling them gently with her tongue. Was there some way that she could, without being too much of a slavering, boy-eating bitch, get all three of those hard-cocked babies into her bed?
She gave up his balls and held them in her hand. Her voice was sweet and quiet.
"Roy, men and women have good feelings in their rectums. Just like I have-like any lady has-in that other place ... in her cunt. You could fuck me in the ass if you wanted to."
She let this sink in a minute. How to bring it up?
"When boys are good friends, they sometimes do that to each other," she whispered. "Some people say terrible things about it. I don't see why they should."
They were both silent, and he said at last, "You think it's okay to shove it up a guy's ass? As long as he wants it?"
Her heart raced. Here it came! "Sure it's all right. Why not? As long as it feels good, and nobody's mad. Or hurt."
He let out a long sigh. "Gosh, you're wonderful, Miz Foy. Maybe you will help me get a Merit Badge!" He laughed. "Is it all right if I tell my buddies about it if I don't tell them your name? They need to know. Real bad. And they're real good guys. Honest! They just don't know much."
This was it! She looked at him a long time, wondering if she dared say what she wanted. Damn it all! Here was that choking flow of saliva, that thickness of the tongue. She got her voice under control and spoke lightly.
"If you think they'd like it, I can talk to all of you," she said. "I'd be glad to try to help. Just talking, you know."