Chapter 1
Jean Phillips had big nipples anyway, but they were getting bigger in a hurry, swelling up with excitement. She felt the hard nubs poke against the tight bra she had on.
"Okay, Bobby," she said to the thirteen-year-old boy in the bathing suit, "just a couple more shots will do it."
They'd better, she thought. I don't know how much more of this I can take.
Her panties were as wet as if she'd gone swimming with them on. The nylon clung to her burning cunt lips. Her clit was begging for attention. As soon as the session with Bobby was finished she'd be able to take care of it, fingering it until she came in a series of shuddering heaves.
Bobby struck another pose. He was a graceful boy with a broad smile and blonde hair. Just the kind of boy Jean liked. Just the kind that made her nipples swell up with excitement, and her cunt get wet.
"Okay, can you move your leg a little?" she said as she gazed into the viewfinder of her camera.
He moved his leg, and she noticed how the way he was standing really brought his crotch into relief. Even though his body wasn't very big or mature, he had a man's sexual equipment, she was sure of that as she saw how it bulged against his swimsuit.
The sight of the boy's crotch turned Jean on even more. She figured that not all the women who saw the picture would approve, though. She moved the camera slightly so that the hard male knot in the front of his swimsuit was less noticeable. She took a couple more photographs and then said to him, "Okay, I've got all the shots I need. You can go get dressed."
He disappeared into the dressing room. It wasn't easy for Jean to keep from putting her hand on her crotch right away, even though he'd be coming out of the dressing room soon.
What a life, she thought. She was turned on by young boys, and her job kept her in constant contact with them. But she wouldn't want to change the setup. She could take other kinds of fashion pictures if she wanted. But she knew she'd miss being turned on by her little male models.
Jean was a professional photographer who took pictures of young boys modeling clothes. The pictures were used in magazine ads and department store catalogues. The job paid well, and she liked photography. But she liked boys even better.
So far Jean had never made advances to a boy. She was afraid of what would happen if one of them told his mother, and she was worried about being a bad influence on the boys. But she was finding it harder and harder to keep herself under control.
Her interest in boys had gotten a lot stronger over the last three years. As her husband's sexual performance declined, Jean felt more and more frustrated. At thirty-six she was not ready to be put out to pasture. Her tingling clit and swollen nipples told her that much.
The dressing room door opened and Bobby came out. He had changed into jeans.
"Okay, Mrs. Phillips. I guess I'll be seeing you."
Jean gulped as she noticed that his bulging crotch was even more obvious in his jeans.
She looked at her appointment book.
"Yes, you're supposed to model some boys' suits for me next week," she said.
His blonde hair was all tousled. She'd had him comb it before she took the pictures, but it had a way of getting mussed up.
"Here, let me straighten your hair," she said in a motherly way, smoothing it down with her hand. She knew she shouldn't be doing that. She knew that her self-control was starting to break down.
"You have nice hair," she said. Her hand trailed gently down the side of his face. He looked at her with wide eyes. Jean didn't know it, but the boy found her very attractive in a mature sort of way.
Her hand kept sliding down. It moved down his chest. Her clit was really throbbing now, and her tits were so swollen up in her bra that she thought the garment would burst.
Then, she moved her hand to the boy's crotch and squeezed. There wasn't any way she could hold herself back any more. When she felt his cock and balls between her fingers she thought for a moment she was going to come right then and there.
Bobby gave a gasp. He'd gone out with girls at school, and made advances to them, but he'd never had a female make advances to him.
It didn't take very much of that finger-action of hers for his cock to swell up hard in his pants. She felt the thing stiffen, and she squeezed some more. She thought she saw Bobby wince slightly. She guessed that that was because there was no room in his crotch for his expanding cock. She unzipped his fly. His prick punched out hard against his cotton underpants. She pulled these down, too and his prick expanded to full size. Full size was big, too, almost as big as a grown man's prick.
Bobby was breathing heavily. He guessed that this woman was going to make him come. The only other comes he'd had were ones that he had givea himself. He suspected that this one would be a lot better.
Jean was as tense and excited as the boy. She had to get the youth's prick up her cunt. She had one hand on his cock and the other up her skirt, with her fingers pressing against her own tender cunt lips. She had to be careful about how she handled her cunt, though. She was so excited that she'd make herself come if she wasn't careful. Jean could manage several comes in succession, but the first one, when she was really tense, was usually the best, and she wanted Bobby's prick to give it to her.
There was a couch in the studio and Jean led the little boy to it by pulling on his cock. Bobby followed without saying anything. He could hardly believe what was happening to him, but he sure wanted it to continue. He figured the best way to make sure that it did was to keep his mouth shut and do what the lady photographer wanted.
Jean didn't say anything either. Bobby seemed like he was in a trance, and she didn't want to break the spell. She pressed on his shoulders to get him to lie back on the couch. She placed a knee on either side of Bobby's hips, and took his cock in her hand, pointing it up in the air. Then she lowered her cunt over it. She gave a little shudder of excitement as she felt his cock force open her sex hole.
She started to work his prick, swinging her body forward and back as she supported herself on her hands and knees. Bobby felt every muscle in his body pull tighter and tighter with excitement. He couldn't believe how great that tight twat felt sliding back and forth over his cock. It was so soft and wet.
The view he had was pretty nice too. As Jean moved her body faster and faster, her tits swayed back and forth more and more. Bobby kept his eyes fixed on her big cherry nipples. He had once seen a picture of a woman with erect nipples in a magazine an older friend had bought. He hadn't realized then what their size meant. But since he could see Jean's tits increase even more in size as she fucked him, he guessed that her swollen nipples meant she was really turned on.
Turned on was hardly the word for it. Jean felt hornier than she had in years. The more of the boy's cock she got, the more she wanted. She swung her body faster and faster. Her cunt was really sliding rapidly over Bobby's penis.
She felt her whole body tense for the come. She knew that she was about to orgasm and she guessed from the super hardness of Bobby's prick that he was as wound up as she was.
Suddenly, her cunt started to contract around his prick in a series of shuddering spasms. She was coming and coming hard, with all her pent-up female fuck need ripping loose at once. And the feeling of her twat grabbing at his prick like that was enough to get Bobby off. His cock seemed to go sort of numb for a split second, and then sensation flooded back into it, as gob after gob of semen shot hotly up her twat. Bobby groaned with pleasure as he felt his cock gush and gush like it wanted to pump itself inside out.
When they were done, Jean eased herself off of his cock and lay down next to the boy on the couch. It was nice to just lie there with him and feel his graceful but firm body.
"That was very nice," she whispered to him. "But you're not going to tell your mother, are you?" She had to make it clear to him that he mustn't tell anyone about what the two of them had done.
"Gee, no," he said quickly. The fuck had been so nice that Bobby hoped there were going to be more like it. That meant he was willing to promise her anything. Besides, if his mother found out, she'd hit the ceiling and he wouldn't be allowed to come model with Jean or fuck with her.
"You aren't in a hurry to go are you?" she asked.
He shook his head. The fact that Jean had one hand on his prick and was gently feeling it made it certain that he wasn't going to be in any hurry to leave. His prick was pretty soft now, but it was starting to get stiff again. Jean wasn't just horny. She had a real instinct for sex, and the way she was working his cock was perfect for putting starch back into it.
"Have you ever fucked with anyone else?" she asked. Jean didn't think he had, but she was curious to find out.
Bobby hesitated for a moment before answering. He was tempted to say he had so that Jean would think of him as a big stud. But in the end Bobby decided to tell the truth. There was probably a lot she could teach him about fucking, and it would be easier for him to learn if he didn't have to keep pretending that he knew the score already.
"No, I haven't," he said.
"Do you like it now that you've tried it?"
"You bet."
The fact that her fingers were squeezing his prick was one reason he sounded so enthusiastic.
Even though Bobby was only thirteen he had entered puberty and his cock was able to respond vigorously. It was already more or less stiff again from her rubbing and stroking, even though it had come only a few minutes earlier.
Jean wanted to make sure his penis was really ready before she had him put it in her again. It wouldn't do his self-confidence any good to go soft on her. She knew just what would help get him really worked up and give his cock time to recover from their first fuck.
"If you've never fucked before, I guess you've never gotten a good look at a woman's cunt," she said.
He nodded.
"Would you like to have a good look at mine?" "Wow, yeah!"
She spread her legs. He put his face between her knees and gazed at her twat.
"Those soft, pink folds are my labia or cunt lips," she said. They're just about the most sensitive part of my body. The only thing I have that's even more sensitive is my clit. That's the hard button you see peeping out between my cunt lips."
Bobby felt his cock get harder and harder. He really dug getting a close-up view of a woman's pussy like this. He'd always wondered what one looked like.
"And of course," she went on, "there's my vagina itself. That's the hole between the cunt lips."
Bobby's prick stiffened even more as he gazed at the pink, wet hole where his cock had been just a few minutes before. He noticed the smell of Jean's cunt. It was different from anything he'd ever smelled before. He took a deep whiff. It was really great, he thought.
"like my cunt-smell?" she asked with a smile. It always turned Jean on when men sniffed at her twat. It made her feel like a mongrel bitch in heat. And it was twice as exciting because this time it was an innocent child looking at her twat.
"Jean," he asked-she always had her models call her by her first name-"can I ... can I lick you down there?"
"Of course you can, Bobby," she answered. It was just what she had in mind in the first place. There was something neat about the timid, polite way he asked if he could tongue her cunt.
Bobby slid his tongue slowly out of his mouth. Then he timidly pressed the tip of it against Jean's cunt lips, right next to the entrance of her vagina.
A thrill zinged up Jean's spine. Her cunt lips were very sensitive anyway, and the boyish, timid way he touched them with his tongue turned her on too.
Once Bobby got a taste of her cunt-juice, there wasn't any holding him, though. His tongue came back for more, and this time licked in a lot bolder way, really slurping across her wet, tender female flesh.
"Mmmmm, nice," she purred as she felt his tongue dart faster and faster, slurping up more and more of her cunt-juice. She was secreting more and more of it, too.
Bobby didn't know much about sex, but he was learning fast. He noticed whenever Jean shuddered with pleasure. That told him when he was doing something that really turned her on. His tongue picked up speed. Then, to change the pace, he slid it into her vagina as far as it could reach.
Jean writhed and wriggled in ecstasy as his tongue-tip probed against her cunt walls. Then he pulled it quickly into his mouth, slurping up as much cunt-juice as he could.
"Lick me! Lick me! Lick me!" Jean moaned as she felt her cunt getting hotter and hotter. She felt if he licked it any more it would melt like caramel candy, and that was just what she wanted.
Bobby's prick was so hard now that it ached. His balls were pulled up tight against the base of his cock. He wanted to get his rocks off soon. First he had to finish licking Jean's cunt, but it didn't look like that was going to take very long to finish.
He slid the tip of his tongue slowly towards her hard clit. She had told him that that was the most sensitive part of her body. And as his tongue got nearer and nearer, her hips heaved and trembled more and more to the touch.
He flicked her clit three times in a row very fast with the tip of his tongue.
Wham! It felt to Jean like a fist had just slammed into her pussy as the first beat of the orgasm blasted through her, followed by another and another. Her hips bucked and heaved with excitement, making her pussy slam against his face. He didn't care. He kept his lips pressed against her cunt lips and rode with the punch.
"Uh! Uh! UHHHHHH!" she moaned. "Coming! Coming so hard! So fucking hard!"
One last spasm shuddered through her, and then Jean lay on the couch gasping for breath. She couldn't remember ever having her cunt licked more skillfully than that. Bobby had a great future ahead of him if what he was interested in was making women feel good between their hot thighs.
Even though his prick was screaming for release, Bobby kept his tongue on Jean's cunt. He couldn't get over how wonderful those soft, moist cunt lips felt. And he didn't want to miss a drop of the cunt-juice that was dribbling out of her vagina.
Jean's pussy felt so sensitive that she could hardly bear for it to be licked. Even though Bobby's tongue action was driving her mad, it was a nice way to be driven mad.
She knew his cock needed taking care of, though. That was her duty.
"Mmmmmm, Bobby," she said, "your tongue feels really neat there on my pussy, but how would you like to have some action for your prick?"
He looked up at her his face glistening from pussy juice and his eyes sparkling with excitement. All she'd had to do was to mention the word "prick" to remind Bobby that there were even better things than cuntlapping.
"This time," she said to him, "I think it might be a good idea for you to play the active role." She figured it was her job to teach him all aspects of sex.
"You'll have to give me some pointers," he said.
"You've got a pretty good pointer yourself," she replied, taking hold of his rigid cock and giving it a squeeze. "Don't worry," she added, "I'll give you any advice you need, but I don't think you'll need much. Fucking's easy, and after the way you licked my pussy, I'd say you have a natural aptitude for it anyway."
Bobby knew enough about fucking to place himself with his hips between Jean's long, svelte legs. He held his cock in his right hand and positioned it carefully so that the tip of it was just inside her twat. He wanted to make sure that he didn't hurt her.
"Don't worry," she said with a smile, to reassure the boy, "we women aren't as delicate as men often seem to think."
Bobby, gave a shove with his hips that buried his cock in her vagina up to the hilt. He paused for a moment, and then started to slide his prick back and forth inside her. He could hardly believe it. He was actually fucking a woman. He'd had his cock in her before, but this time he was the one who was playing the active, manly role.
"You're doing fine," she whispered to him as she felt him ram his cock into her again and again.
His first strokes were kind of ragged and hesitant. But she was dead right when she pegged Bobby as having a basic talent for fucking. It wasn't long before he got more confident and his prick-thrusts got smoother. Soon he was really laying it into her, really pistoning her twat with good, firm motions that had her gasping with pleasure. Every time he rammed his cock into her or pulled it out, her cunt lips rubbed against her throbbing clit. Already she could feel the muscles in her back and legs tighten up with excitement. Her breath was coming in excited gasps that were in time to his strokes.
"Fuck me! Fuck me hard!"
The way she groaned told him that he was doing exactly that-fucking her good and hard. His cock could hardly stand the sensation, it was so stiff and hungry for a come. Just a few more strokes would get them both off.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" she gasped as she felt the hard meat slam into her slot again and again. Her face was covered with little beads of sweat. Her head was tossing from side to side, and her eyes were tightly closed.
"Gotta come! Gotta! Just gotta!" she nearly screamed.
And right then he got her over the top. One instant, her whole body was wound like a watch-spring, and then BRRRRRRRRRRRT! It let loose all at once, and she came, and came, and came!
Her hips bucked under the boy, her shoulders shuddered and she moaned in pleasure as the come pulsed through her. The feeling of her twat grabbing hard at his cock, and the knowledge that he had got a woman off all by himself, was all Bobby needed. His prick shuddered out its load in one gulping spasm after another, firing one gob after another into her hot, seething twat!
"AHHHHHHH! Can't stand it. CANT!"
And then it was over. Jean lay under the boy, gasping for air like a beached whale. He was pretty breathless, too, but really proud of himself. This was his first real fuck. The previous one was fun, and Bobby had no objection to letting her take charge in the future, but the way he saw it, it was him on top pumping it to Jean that really turned him into a man. It felt good to have his cock in her and notice that it wasn't in any kind of hurry at all to go soft. It was good to feel her cunt press against it hard.
Finally he pulled out.
"Jean," he said, "I'd really better be going. Otherwise Mom'll start wondering where I am."
"Yeah, we wouldn't want that, would we?" Jean said.
"Shall we ... I mean when ... ? " his voice trailed off. What he wanted to ask her was when they were going to fuck again, but he didn't want to sound impatient, and he didn't want his mother to get suspicious, either.
Jean knew there was no way she could get enough of this boy's prick, but she also knew she had to be careful too.
"Tell your mother that I asked you to come along tomorrow for a special assignment. That way we'll really get to know each other. But there's no way we can meet every day without her getting suspicious."
"Okay."
Jean figured that now that Bobby's ego had gotten the boost of his first fuck, he would be a lot more aggressive with the girls at school, so she didn't have to worry about him having to do too much doing without. Although she wanted to have lots more sex with him, she didn't want to get in a situation where she had to see him every day.
As she rode the subway home, Jean wished, like she did every day, that she was going home to a different kind of man.
If only he didn't have to lay that heavy macho trip on me, she thought of her husband Brent. Or, if he could at least pull it off more successfully.
When they were first married, things weren't so bad. But over the years Brent's sexual ability had gotten worse, and he'd tried to make up for the fact by coming on stronger and stronger with the tough-guy bit. If she said anything he disagreed with, he'd just snarl, "Shaddup, woman. What the fuck do you know?" And at night, he was the one who decided what position they were going to fuck in. Then he'd lose his hard-on half-way through.
Bobby was twice the man her husband was. The boy had a good hard prick, and since he knew he was less experienced than she was, he didn't try to impress or dominate her.
Jean felt a little funny about fucking with a little boy, but she figured that with the situation at home, she almost had a right to get sex any way she pleased.
Maybe she should divorce Brent. She'd thought about it every day for years. But it was something she'd never gotten around to. She was the sort of person who kept hoping things would change for the better, even when she knew they probably wouldn't
When she got home, though, she found that Brent was on his good behavior. He was polite and even willing to listen to what she had to say. That made Jean feel guilty about having fucked with Bobby.
She guessed Brent had noticed how cold and hostile she had been after his last little tantrum a couple of days ago. When they went to bed, he was even gentle about the way he put his arms around her.
"Want to make love?" he asked, after kissing her on the shoulder. That was a lot better than his usual, "Okay, woman, I want to fuck."
"Uh huh," she replied. She couldn't believe the change that had come over him.
He took her tits in his hands and started to stroke them. Jean felt her nipples start to swell up at once. She wiggled her hips in excitement as her clit throbbed with come need. One of his hands slid down between her legs. It cupped her moist crotch. He pressed his fingers against her soft cunt lips and she let out a low moan.
"Ready?" he asked.
Her husband really had changed, she thought.
"Mmmmmm, put it in me," she whispered.
He got on top of her and slid it in. Then he began to shove it back and forth in the tight confines of her twat. She undulated her hips in time to the thrusts as he drove his cock home again and again. Her whole body was tensing, getting ready for the come.
His prick didn't seem as stiff as Bobby's was, though. In fact, she realized, it was not as hard now as it was when he put it in her cunt a couple of 'minutes before.
Oh no, she thought, don't tell me it's happening again.
There could be no question about it. His cock was definitely losing pressure.
He's got to be able to keep it up. He's just got to, she thought. She knew what would happen to his plans at reform if his cock went soft on him.
She tried every trick she knew to stimulate him. He bucked faster and faster, trying to get the two of them off before his cock went soft. But they were both so worried about what was happening that no matter how much he worked his tool inside her, neither of them was anywhere near coming.
The prick was getting limper and limper by the minute. It was already almost too soft to really thrust inside her. She knew there was no way they could complete the fuck.
Brent desperately heaved away, trying to fool himself into thinking there was still hope when there wasn't. Finally he had to give up. He pulled his limp prick out of Jean's unsatisfied twat and lay beside her on his back.
"Dear, don't worry about it," she said softly. "It happens to all men. ... "
"You stupid bitch!" he nearly yelled at her. "What the fuck do you know about a man's problems fucking? Don't you try and soft-soap me. You know damn well why I couldn't finish. It's because you aren't any good. Shit, it would be easier to fuck a corpse."
Jean was floored. It was the most outrageous accusation she had ever heard. She could understand why he felt defensive, but couldn't let a charge like that go unanswered.
"Well," she said quietly, "you can believe that if you like, and maybe there's some truth in it, but you sure can't tell me that I bear all the ... . "
"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" he yelled at her. "Don't you try and tell me what I can and can't do. I can do anything I fucking well want to!"
Jean was tempted to say, "except fuck," but she restrained herself.
"Shit," he ranted, "I don't know how I ever got into a crummy deal like being married to you. You're a lousy lay, and on top of it you try and go around telling me what to do. Goddamn aggressive bitch."
She'd had it.
"If you want to go psycho, that's your business," she said, "but I'll be goddamned if I'm going to stay around and watch."
She got up, grabbed a pillow and went to the living room to sleep on the couch. She tossed and turned all night, thinking what a disaster her marriage was. Brent had lost his erection. For most guys that would have been pretty distressing, but they would have tried to control their feelings. Brent had decided to go in for the crudest kind of self-assertion. Real bully-boy stuff. As far as she was concerned, the marriage was dead. She would move out tomorrow.