Chapter 3
The horny woman wrapped her warm loving arms around the naked boy's trembling body and held him to her bosom. Her breasts were crushed against his smooth body, filling his young muscles with warmth. She felt his stiff jerking little sex-stalk rubbing against her leg. He tried to keep his erect shaft from touching her by moving his ass backwards a bit. Darlene moved closer to him and made his cock touch her. She could tell by the way the boy breathed that he was silently begging her not to let his prick touch her warm flesh. She knew that each touch of his dripping cock-head against her satiny leg was making shocks shoot around in his young balls, threatening to make him shoot his load of fresh, virginal sperm. She knew that the child had no idea of the secret joys of sex and she knew that she had to go easy with him if he was to enjoy her little lessons. She wanted him to come back for more.
She had never felt so lusty, had never felt so satisfied with herself. It was as if her suffering at the hands of her drunken husband could now be forgotten in the deeply moving sensuality of her tender embrace of the young boy. He seemed so gentle, so innocent, so willing now to give himself up to her, so willing to subject himself to her tutelage, no matter how taboo the things that she might teach him.
"That's right, Dean, hug me and forget all the bad things you've heard about sex. It's not all that bad. Will you let me teach you how to enjoy yourself?" Darlene whispered.
She heard the boy manage a weak 'yes' and her heart fluttered.
Darlene felt the boy's moist breath against her mature but still lovely breasts. She grasped the boy's head and pulled him away from her just a bit. She told him to open his eyes, which he had kept tightly closed in the whirl of his emotional reaction to her. When he opened his eyes, Darlene saw the look of amazement that she loved on his tender young face. He was staring right at her naked tits, naked tits peaked by hard little nipples that just begged to be sucked and pinched.
"Would you like to suck my breasts?" she asked matter-of-factly, trying to sound calm and collected even though she was stirring inside like a rising storm.
"Suck your breasts?" the boy almost cried. "Gosh, Mrs. Miller, I don't know!"
"It's quite all right, Dean. I know that's what all you little boys want deep down inside. Of course it's a bit nasty, considering our age difference, but there isn't anyone here to see us, is there?" she smiled.
"But I'm scared! I can't do that! I've never done anything like that before!" the boy cried, his eyes glittering with fear and excitement.
"Of course you haven't, Dean. I realize that. But you have to start sometime. I'll bet you've done some exploring with girls your own age. Have you, Dean? Tell Darlene the truth now. We have nothing to hide any more. Haven't you played around with little girls?" the hot-assed woman asked, looking right into the nervous boy's eyes.
"I guess," he said almost inaudibly, trying desperately to look away from her but always roving back to her blazing lust eyes or the hard points of her nipples.
"And exactly what did you do, and with whom?" she asked, thrilled at her opportunity to peek into the private little world of a thirteen-year-old boy.
"Do I have to?" the boy squirmed.
"Yes, Dean darling. It's necessary if I'm to give you your lessons properly. Don't be afraid. I have three boys too you know." she smiled.
"We didn't do anything much. Really!" he gasped.
"Did you feel under some girl's dress? Something like that?" she asked.
"Gosh, Mrs. Miller! How did you know that?" the boy said, a look of pure amazement on his freckled face.
"We women know many things, darling," she said mysteriously. "Did she like having your hands under her dress?"
"Not too much. She didn't stop me, though," he said.
"Did you like what you felt under her dress?" she asked, barely able to keep herself from falling to her knees and devouring the little boy's stick.
"I guess," he said dumbly.
"Was she warm and soft?" Darlene asked.
"Gosh, yeah!" Dean replied.
"Did you feel her little cunny?" the horny woman continued, her cunt dripping sex-honey down her lovely legs.
"Uh-huh," the boy admitted.
"Did you take her panties off?" Darlene asked, her eyes flaming with passion for the boy.
"Sally didn't have any panties on," the boy said.
"Not Sally Burkhardt?!" she said.
"How'd you know?" the boy said, amazed at her seeming omniscience.
Darlene felt a tingle in her cunt when she thought that she was getting such a private little story about Judge Burkhardt's pretty little thirteen-year-old girl.
"No panties!" she said, gasping in mock amazement. "The little bitch! Did you stick your fingers in her cunny, Dean?"
"Golly no! I just touched her there between her legs and she ran away for some reason!" Dean said, his dick still dripping pre-cum that ran in little clear rivulets down his cock-shaft.
"And is that all you've done?" Darlene continued, pressing the boy to reveal all his little sex secrets.
"Well, not exactly. I touched Millie Patterson and Louise Wilcox and Sue Paley like that, too," the boy said, feeling terribly embarrassed but unable for some reason to keep anything from the luscious older woman.
"Didn't you know that it was nasty to do things like that to girls?" Darlene asked.
"I guess I did. You won't tell on me will you?!" the boy gasped, obviously scared nearly to death.
"Don't be silly! You can trust me, Dean darling! I won't tell on you if you don't tell anyone about our little lessons." she whispered lovingly. "Did you ever show your pee-pee to any of those lucky little girls?"
"Gosh, Mrs. Miller! I ... yeah, I guess," the boy admitted, his face flushed.
"And did it get stiff?" she asked.
The frightened and horny little boy nodded affirmatively.
"Did any of those girls touch it?" she asked, her cunt burning.
"Louise did," Dean said.
"And what happened when she touched your nice dick?" Darlene continued.
"Aw, c'mon, Mrs. Miller! Don't make me tell you that!" he begged.
"No secrets. Remember?" she smiled. "What happened to your dick?"
"It.,. it ... kinda blew up and shot something all over her face. And then she ran away like the other girls," the boy confessed.
"It shot something all over her face! Surely you know what that "something" was, don't you, Dean. Tell the truth now, darling!" she said.
"Well, I guess I know what it was," the boy said shyly.
"That 'something' was sperm, wasn't it. That 'something' was a fresh load of nice creamy cum!" Dean nodded nervously.
"Did Louise rub your dick for you before the cum shot out of it, dear?" the horny woman pried.
The boy nodded hesitantly.
"She just touched it and it shot all over her?! My you must have a tense dick between those nice long legs of yours, Dean dear! You're very well developed for a boy of thirteen! Did you know that? I'll bet I could make you feel even better than Louise did. I've had much more experience with such things, dear. Would you like me to touch your dick? Would you like me to make that hot cum squirt out for you?" she smiled.
The boy was almost paralyzed now. He was so close to her! He was so close to Mrs. Miller's lush naked body! Her tits were so warm and fragrant! And she was talking so dirty to him! He thought his cock would erupt all over her at any minute. What would she do then? Would she run away like all the other girls? He doubted that. And did she really mean all those nasty things she was saying? Would she really touch his dick and make it squirt all over her on purpose? His heart raced wildly with the fear and excitement of it all.
"Why didn't you touch my breasts, darling?
Better yet, why don't you suck my nipples? You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
The poor defenseless kid managed a nod.
"That's right, little lover! Put your lips up against my nipples! That feels so good! Yes! Suck them, little man! Suck my stiff nipples! Harder! Do you like that? Of course, darling! I want you! I want you to suck my tits forever, Dean dear! The other one! Yes, that's right! See how stiff it is! Feel it harden in your mouth! Suck like a baby! Nibble on my tits with your teeth! Not so hard! That hurts! Gently! You're too nervous, dear!" she gasped her tits tingling inside the boy's wet mouth.
Dean closed his eyes and abandoned himself to the wild pleasure she was inspiring in him. She was so much like his mother that images of her flashed in his mind as he sucked the naked woman's beautiful tits. He was ashamed and embarrassed and yet terribly excited by Darlene's naked lust. It was an experience like nothing he had ever felt before. It was as if he were unable to do anything for himself, as if his every thought and feeling depended on Mrs. Miller's word. And his young cock ached terribly between his legs. He felt the way he did just a split second before he shot his wad when he beat off on the toilet seat or in his room at night. Only this time that sensation remained and grew stronger in him the more he sucked her tits and the more she encouraged him in his youthful lust.
Darlene too was filled with a sense of the boy's dependence on her for his pleasure. It was nothing like her experiences with men her own age, men who often made her feel inferior in the sex act, men who used their brute force to work off their frustrations in any way they wished, men who cared little for the feelings of the tender feminine lover they used. This boy filled her with womanly passion that she didn't know existed, filled her with a strangely beautiful mingling of almost motherly affection and hot sexual lust. Her twat fairly steamed with excitement. The boy was so young, so innocent, so afraid. He needed her even more than she needed him.
"Do you mind if I touch your pretty little dickie?" Darlene whispered.
She felt the boy shiver all over when she asked him that. She reached down in front of her body where the boy's stiff pintle was rubbing in her downy pubic hair and touched her fingers to the slippery cock-shaft. Dean jerked away from her involuntarily when her fingers touched his supersensitive penis. She smiled at him lovingly and reached out again to grasp his hard little organ.
"Mrs. Miller!" the poor boy pleaded "Don't touch it! Please!"
"Doesn't it feel good, darling?" Darlene asked, pouting her pretty lips.
"God, yeah! But it's gonna shoot that sperm stuff if you touch it again!" Dean gasped as her fingers rubbed against the shiny swollen head of his young penis.
"That does sound like fun!" the hot Darlene said, squeezing the kid's aching cock in her warm fist, suddenly rubbing it up and down, making Dean stand on his tiptoes, his every fiber tense, his balls swollen tight as a drum.
"Oh shit, Mrs. Miller! It's gonna come out all over you!" the boy sobbed, afraid to do anything that might upset her.
"I want it, Dean darling! Shoot it all over my stomach! Shoot your beautiful thick white cum all over my skin! There's plenty more in your nuts, darling! You're so young and hot! I'll teach you everything you need to know about fucking, Dean lover! You'll make me so happy, Dean! Yes! Let your sperm shoot over me! Show me how much you love me, darling!" Darlene cried as she made the thirteen-year-old's prick squirt creamy cum all over her pubic down.
She felt the boy's sperm covering her hands as she rubbed his still-hard shaft between her hands, rolling her palms over the hot thing, making his body jerk uncontrollably. Seized with the most wicked ideas for her young boy she moved her sperm-covered fingers from his cock to her wet lips. She kissed some of the nutty-tasting sperm from her fingers and licked her lips, a wicked smile on her lovely face.
"Delicious, Dean. You needn't be ashamed of shooting such delicious stuff for me! In fact I'd like to taste your little cock now. Do you mind?" she asked in a lusty voice, falling to her knees in a flash and staring at the boy's naked groin.
Dean was unable to say to word in reply to the hot-talking older woman. Before he had a chance to comprehend what she was about to do to him he felt her lips close over the shimmering head of his young still-stiff dick. He felt shocks of sexual electricity shooting through his cock and young nuts. His confusion and excitement was compounded by the fact that all the wildly stimulating things the beautiful woman was doing to him were taking place under a clear blue sky, in the open, as if she were purposefully exposing them both in their lusty nakedness. Dean couldn't help glancing about, hoping that no one was watching them. He didn't know what he would do if someone caught them in the act. It was so nasty, so cock-stirringly dirty that no one could possibly understand, especially his parents if they ever found out about it all.
Darlene was moaning softly now as she sucked the boy's dribbling penis into full erection again. She felt the hairless shaft of the little thing slipping and sliding around inside her mouth as she tongued and sucked it wildly. Actually Dean's cock wasn't as small as she would have expected on a boy of thirteen. In fact she was amazed at the size of it, amazed and pleased with the boy's dimensions. His dick was big enough to satisfy her cravings and yet not big enough to hurt her as her drunken husband's enormous ten inch poker had.
When the boy was fully hard and his cock was finally drained of his first wad of cum Darlene smiled up at him and took her face from his stiff little organ. The breeze played in Darlene's soft hair and tingled her naked body as she smiled up at her sex-pupil. The handsome young boy was still trembling with fear and excitement, still afraid to look at her and yet unable to tear his eyes away from her.
"Are you ready now to see what a woman looks like under all her clothes, Dean baby?" Darlene smiled seductively.
She watched the boy swallow nervously.
"Lie on your back, little lover," she said.
Dean did as he was told, falling on his back in the short soft grass. He felt the grass tickling his naked buttocks and the smooth scrotal sac that held his increasingly excited nuts. His young penis arched up flat against his smooth belly, pre-seminal fluid beginning to ooze from the eye-slit of the rock-hard little thing.
Darlene stood up and straddled the boy's body, looking down on him with lust burning in her eyes. She moved until her cunt was directly above the boy's young face. She knew that he was staring between her legs, staring at her damp furry cunt-nest. Her pussy was tingling and burning with excitement. She was actually standing over a boy of thirteen tender years, standing over him so that he could see the hot wet gash between her long and lovely legs. Just the thought of such depravity was enough to excite her, but she was actually doing it! It was almost enough to make her twat flash.
"Do you like that, little man? Do you like looking between my legs? Doesn't that look pretty, darling? Is it what you thought a woman's pee-pee looked like? Is it as good as you've imagined it?" she asked in a low seductive voice.
The boy said nothing. He was still unable to speak. There were no words with which to express his shock and amazement at the things his swimming teacher was doing to him, or for him.
"Perhaps you'd like to see it even better," she said, crouching down over the trembling boy's young face, lowering her musky twat to within a few inches of his eyes. "Take a nice long look, darling. Reach behind me and feel my asscheeks. That's beautiful, Dean dear. Isn't my cunny pretty? I'll bet your mother wouldn't do anything like this for you!"
Darlene shivered when she felt the boy's trembling hands touch her naked, satiny smooth ass. He dared not even move his hands, dared make no move that might break the spell that had been mysteriously cast over him. He felt the woman's quivering warm flesh alive and vibrant beneath his trembling fingers.
"Run your hands down my ass, darling, down the crack of my ass! That's it! Run your fingers down the crack of my ass all the way to my twat! Feel the hair there darling? Oh, that tickles! Feel my cunt, honey! That feels so delicious! Even your fingers feel nervous, darling!" she cried as she felt the kid's eager yet hesitant fingers playing nervously in the patch of soft love hair that was lightly tufted between her legs.
Dripping with hot honey and quivering with excitement, Darlene's cunt presented quite a cock-stiffening sight for a horny little boy, and she knew it. She longed to feel his little lips against her surging twat, longed to discover whether or not the boy would eat out her cunt more gently than her husband had in the past. Her husband had sometimes attacked her during one of his drunken fits and torn her panties away, baring her naked twat and banging his lust-twisted face up against her hot wet sex. She had resisted then, had hated every minute of his rough oral attack. But the boy was so much more attentive, so much more dedicated to her, so much more reticent and willing to do as he was told. She knew that she had nothing to fear from little Dean.
She asked the wild-eyed boy if he wanted to kiss her between the legs. He gasped and stared at her spread cunt as if in shock. She lowered her cunt even closer to the boy's handsome young face, lowered herself until her raggedy twatlips were within half an inch of his face. The boy could feel the warmth of her blazing honey-cunt radiating from her sex. The scent of her fragrant pussy filled him with the most intoxicating fragrance imaginable. She knew how powerfully she was affecting the boy and the knowledge of her powerful charms drove her wild inside, drove her wild with depraved lust.
"Kiss my cunt, darling! Don't be afraid, Dean! I'd love to feel a boy's lips against the lips of my cunt! See how wet they are? See how hot and wet and excited my pussy is? Wouldn't you love to lick it and suck it? Do it, Dean! Please! Kiss my cunt!" she moaned, lost now in the heat of her lust.
"But Mrs. Miller, I can't! It's not right! I'm just a little kid!" Dean begged, wanting to do as she asked but struggling with his inner fear of such abandoned sexuality, an abandoned sexuality that was like nothing in her youthful experience.
"Don't be silly, Dean darling! I want it! Suck! Suck my cunt!" Darlene hissed, lowering her cunt until she was actually sitting on the boy's face, her steaming cunt engulfing him.
The hot-assed woman gasped when she felt the boy's lips pressing against the creamy flesh of her dripping twat. She felt his smooth boyishly handsome face rubbing against her cunt as he tried to struggle free of her grasp. She clamped her long legs together almost involuntarily, holding his face against her excited snatch. She wondered why the boy was trying so frantically to pull his face away while she gyrated her hips and ground her musky free-flowing cunt against him. When she gathered from his gasps and groans that the poor boy was having trouble breathing, so close was her wet seething cunt, she raised up slightly from her crouching position over his face and let him get some air.
"Lick it, Dean! I love having my pussy licked!" she commanded.
Darlene felt the little boy's tongue darting wildly all over the hot area between her legs. His hands were now grasping her fleshy asscheeks, grasping her ass as if holding on for dear life. She thought her pupil needed some careful direction. She told him to lick up and down her gaping gash. She felt him obeying her and the fact that she was controlling his every movement between her legs made her almost as excited as the licking itself. She felt hot shivers racing up and down her spine as the boy lapped at her coralline cunt.
Darlene reached down between the boy's naked legs and began feeling his groin, thrilling to the feel of the bare sprinkling of pubic hair that grew there. She let her eager fingers explore the boy's flat young belly, tickling his navel with her little finger, making him writhe. He writhed even more violently when she let her fingers sneak between his legs and play with his hairless young boy's nuts. Wickedly, she toyed with his testicles, squeezing them from time to time, knowing that he felt some discomfort but knowing too that he was enjoying every bit of it in a young boy's nervous and reticent sort of way. She wanted to grab the kid's slippery little dick and fondle the hard thing but she knew that one touch would make his cum shoot again, and she wanted it for later, wanted it in her throat.
"Do you see that little fold of skin there between my cunt-lips, little lover? Do you see that hot stiff looking little thing?" she asked.
Darlene felt the boy's licking cease for a second while he hunted for the bud of her blazing clit.
"This?" she heard the boy ask.
Darlene thought she would die of excitement when she felt the boy's finger touching the little bud of flesh that drove her wild.
"Yes, Dean, that! Lick it! Oh lick it, my lover! Lick it with your little boy's tongue! Oh, Dean, you don't know how beautiful that feels! Oh yes! Yes! Tickle it! Gently with the tip of your tongue! Gently!" the horny woman cried, still tugging on the kid's heavy little nuts.
"Mrs. Miller! That hurts!" she heard the little boy gasp.
"I'm sorry, Dean! I'm so excited! Did I hurt your little balls? I wouldn't hurt you for anything in the world!" she said, raising her cunt off the boy's face for a minute and smiling down on him with a lusty look. "I'm going to do something for you that will make you feel better, much better! I'm going to suck your dick! Have you heard of that? Have your little buddies talked about that? Have you ever imagined having your dick sucked by a woman, Dean? Tell the truth now, darling!" she said.
"I've imagined it I guess," the boy struggled, still embarrassed about such things as cocksucking and cuntlapping. "But I never thought anybody'd ever do it to me!"
"I'll do it for you!" she said. "I'll make your little dickie feel like it's never felt before! You just keep licking my clitoris while I eat your nice stiff little dick!"
"Eat it?" Dean coughed.
"Not literally, darling! Silly boy! I won't even bite it, unless you want me to. And even if I do bite it I won't do it very hard! Just enjoy yourself. And whatever you do, keep sucking my cunt! I want to cum with you this time! Imagine that, Dean dear. Just when you squirt your cum all over me I'm going to flash inside like a hot explosion! And you're the one who is doing all this to me! You're making me feel hotter than my husband ever did! Doesn't that make you proud, Dean darling? Doesn't that make you feel like a man?" she said, her cunt descending again to the waiting lips of her pupil in fucking.
The poor defenseless boy had no time to reply, not that he had anything to say that could express his confusion of excitement, fear, and pride in the way she said he was making her feel. When her tasty snatch descended upon him again he gobbled her creamy flesh as if cuntlapping was going out of style. He bit her little red-hot clit until she writhed in pleasure-pain. He made loud wet slurping sounds as he sucked all over her juicy gash. He was filled with the burning desire to do anything to satisfy the horny older woman who was making his "swimming lesson" such an unforgettable experience. She was so beautiful! She was so willing to do anything for him, anything at all, no matter how far out! And she was old enough to be his mother! His mind flashed with shame alternating with fleeting visions of his own mother, fleeting visions of his mother doing the things that Mrs. Miller was doing. His mind went blank quickly when he felt her wet hot lips closing around his swollen cock-head.
Darlene sniffed the fresh fragrance of the boy's cock and balls before she engulfed his rigid stick. She couldn't help thinking of her three handsome young boys and how their naked dicks would look, smell, feel and taste in her mouth. She had forced herself to stay away from them for so long, knowing what might happen if she let her secret desires out into the open, knowing how her own boys affected her libido. But now she knew that nothing, nothing in the world, could keep her from seeking with Bobby, Micky and Rod the same joys she was finding with thirteen-year-old Dean. She knew somehow that her sensations and deep inner excitement would be far greater with her own three sons than with Dean. She sucked greedily on the boy's tightly swollen little dick, thinking about her own boys as much as she thought about Dean.
She swallowed the boy's jerking hard-on deep into her throat, her wet sucking lips pressing against the light hair near the root of his boyhood. She felt the smooth satiny head of his aching young dick rubbing against the roof of her mouth, stroking the smooth flesh of the inside of her cheeks. She began moving up and down over his penis, face-fucking the boy with a passion she had never felt with anyone her own age. She wanted to make the writhing kid shoot his fresh sperm deep down her throat, wanted him to strangle her with his wad of cum. His tongue and lips worked over her creamy cunt-flesh wildly now, his head bobbing up and down in a rhythm that seemed to come to him naturally. She felt his face banging up against her spread cunt-lips, felt his nose brushing against her flesh, felt his breath hot and heavy against her most sensitive place.
"I'm cumming!" the horny thirty-five-year-old woman said to the thirteen-year-old boy. "I'm cumming. Oh, beautiful! Beautiful!" she gurgled, her mouth full of hot cock.
"MMMMMMMM!" the boy cried, his face buried between her quaking legs.
Darlene felt her clit tingling widely now. Then she felt a hot surge of sexual electricity shoot through her body all of a sudden, followed almost immediately by the most body shaking climax she had ever experienced. It felt as if a great dam had burst inside her, as if a raging torrent had rushed through her. Her legs and arms went weak for a moment. And then she felt the boy's naked smooth young body arch up off the grass, felt his cock thrust into her mouth with a boldness that amazed her until she realized that the kid was shooting her full of thick white boy-cum.
Darlene heard the kid moaning and groaning between her long legs as his own orgasm ripped through him with the force of a sexual tornado. His legs began flailing wildly beneath the lovely Darlene's naked body as she sucked him off. She felt torrents of sperm shooting down her sucking throat, shooting fresh and hot from his tense young balls. She squeezed the kid's tender nuts while he erupted into her, making pleasure-pain shoot through his testicles. She struggled to swallow all his sperm, amazed and pleased that so young a boy could shoot so much into her eager face. The nutty tasting cum filled her with a desire for more of the same, from Dean and from her own boys.
"Oh, you darling boy!" she cried, letting his sperm-covered penis plop from her mouth and jerk up against his groin. "I could eat you all up!"
She began licking the boy's hairless legs, moving her pussy down over his body until her cunt rubbed against his chest. She spread her legs wide and began gyrating her hips slightly, grinding her creamy snatch against the young sex-pupil's stiff little nipples. Her tits grazed his cock as she moved ever downward over his body. She licked his bare feet, sucking his toes one at a time. She traveled back up his other leg, slowly, tantalizingly, until her loving tongue was tickling the flesh of his tense inner thigh. He had relaxed just a bit for a minute or two after his violent ball-bursting orgasm. But now he was growing excited again under her powerful influence.
"Mrs. Miller! You're making me hard again! Jesus Christ! What're you doin?!" he gasped as she plunged down once again over his dick.
She sucked him into full erection, her cunt blazing, hot again and ready for his dick.
"Now I'm going to show you what fucking is all about, Dean! Remember this! All the girls will want you to do this for them someday! You'll have to do it well, darling! You're going to enjoy this!" she said, pulling her face off his penis and sliding her ass down over him until her cunt was positioned over his aching cock.
Darlene raised her ass off the boy's groin and told him to take his rigid pintle in his hand. He obeyed. She told him to stick the head of it up against the wide-open gash of her sex. He obeyed again, although she detected some reluctance on the boy's part this time.
"What's the matter, Dean? Doesn't my cunt feel nice against your dick?" she asked.
"Golly yeah! But ... I'm not supposed to do things like this! What if ... what if ... what if you have a .,.. a baby?!" the frightened boy said.
"Silly!" Darlene laughed. "I've taken care of that, darling! You mustn't worry about that! Just shoot your wad right up my cunt! I'll love your hard little dickie rubbing against my cunt-lips! Fuck me! Stick it in there and fuck me like a brave little man!" the hot-assed woman encouraged the boy.
With that Darlene sat down on the boy's aching erection, engulfing it in the wet folds of her musky cunt. She heard him cry out loud when her muscular twat channel began working on the rigid shaft of the kid's little dripping prong. She reached down and played with his churning little boy's balls while she bounced up and down over his cock, holding the smallish, cum-filled organs in her hands and squeezing them occasionally until she felt the kid arch his back in pleasure-pain. He began grunting and sweating and nearly crying with the passions she inspired in him. She knew that the little boy was having the time of his young life now in spite of himself. Darlene felt warm inside, quite apart from her inner sexual warmth, knowing how she was treating the boy to such a wild sex-feast. She had to treat her own three sons to some of the same.
The boy's stiff dick was driving her increasingly wild, as were the thoughts of her three young teenage sons. She bounced up and down on the kid with the ever-increasing insistence, forcing him to fuck her with the wild nervous movements that she craved. She looked over her shoulder and saw that the boy's eyes were tightly closed in his excitement, his face twisted into a look of pleasure that filled Darlene with hot lust.
"Harder! Fuck me, darling boy! Stick it in farther, Dean! Yes! Oh, God! You're making me cum again! You're making me flash! Oh Christ! Yessssss! Yessssss! Make me cum again! Shoot me full of your cum! Fill my cunt with it!" the horny woman cried, overcome with emotion as the boy bucked his lean young butt, forcing his proud dick into her belly.
"Gosh Mrs. Miller, I'm gonna do it again! I'm cummin', too! Oh, shit! Jesus Christ! Here it comes!" the boy grunted as his balls blew up, shooting spurt after spurt of sperm deeper into the older woman's pussy-hole.
The boy thought he had hurt her the way she screamed when he shot the stuff into her. She fell on him in a crumpled heap, her incredibly soft and lovely boobs brushing against his legs, then crushing against him as she pulled off his penis and fell on him, kissing him hard and excitedly. He didn't know quite what to do. She stuck her tongue deep into his throat and tickled the inside of his mouth. He responded in kind, not knowing what else to do under the circumstances. His cock was finally going soft and falling between his hairless legs, drained of energy and cum.
The summer sun streamed down on the naked bodies of the thirteen-year-old and the older woman, warming them as a gentle breeze caressed their naked skin. Darlene lay on her back next to the boy and basked in the sun, filled with the deep peace that her sexual release had brought her. She reached out to caress the boy's sperm-covered penis and nuts and was amazed to find him hardening again, even though he had already unloaded his balls into her three times within a few minutes that afternoon.
"Would you like to take that swim now, Dean darling?" she smiled.
"Sure, Mrs. Miller! Can I fuck you again later?" the boy said excitedly.
"Perhaps," Darlene smiled, standing and walking into the clear shimmering water, looking back at the boy and beckoning him to join her. "If you learn your swimming lesson well."
Dean followed her dutifully, his hard little dick bobbing up and down between his long legs as he walked, the tightly swollen head of it glistening in the hot summer sun.