Chapter 2

They didn't speak over the breakfast table, and Jean was glad to get out Of the house and to the photo studio. She suspected Brent might have been willing to make up, but she'd had enough of grown men and their aggressiveness. Even the men she'd known before Brent had always come on too strong.

One of the things that bothered her was his remark about how he couldn't fuck her because she wasn't sexually exciting. That was the kind of remark that gets to a person, no matter how unfair it is. Could at least part of Brent's problem be that he just didn't find me exciting? She told herself over and over again that that was nonsense, but the thought made her uncomfortable.

John Forsyth was fourteen, and good looking, but the boy had an aloof, arrogant way about him that pissed Jean off. Normally she just wrote him off as a little snot. But today she wondered if he wasn't so cold because she didn't come across to him as female. She decided to see if she could melt the iceberg.

"Damn air conditioner's on the fritz," she said. It just needed turning up, but she unbuttoned the top three buttons of her blouse. She posed him in various ways, always coming over to move his arm or do something like that. That way she was always near him, so he could smell her perfume. She noticed with a thrill that he kept peeking at that part of her bra that showed. She kept glancing at his crotch. She didn't try and be subtle about that. She just stared at it in a way he couldn't miss.

Soon the crotch of the boy's pants bulged more and more as his cock started to swell.

"Mmmmm, I feel sorry for you having to model that blazer," she said. "I can hardly stand the heat."

The way she said heat implied that maybe she wasn't just referring to the room temperature. She had one hand by her cunt, and ran her fingertips lightly across her skirt.

The air conditioning was really working, but that didn't keep John from having little beads of sweat on his forehead.

"We can't have sweat in the pictures," Jean said. She wiped his forehead with a tissue. The boy trembled.

"I hope you don't mind if I'm a little bit informal," Jean said, conversationally, and sat down and took off her panties. Even though her skirt prevented him from getting a look at her cunt, just knowing she had no panties on now made him gulp. She dropped the garment at her feet. He couldn't keep his eyes off the filmy material.

"Okay, please look up," she said. "Up at the window. Not down at the floor. I know my panties are there, but I expect you've seen lots of other pairs of panties."

The bulge in his crotch was really big. She knew that his cock had to be aching. She was planning on making that up to him, though. She despised women who teased and didn't come across. But teasing and fucking was a different matter.

She unbuttoned her blouse so that it hung loosely about her. That meant that her belly was fully exposed.

"Just a second," she said before taking a picture. "You still aren't sitting quite right. Here, I'll show you." She walked over to him to adjust the pose slightly. She was right next to him. He was seated and his face was just inches from her belly and bra-covered tits.

Then, the boy grabbed her and kissed her breasts, squeezing his face against them. The iceberg had melted and Jean responded to his hot, virginal lips.

He pulled his face away and looked up at her, expecting to be yelled at or even slapped. But Jean was smiling.

"Mmmmmm, that was nice, but I can think of a way to make it even nicer for both of us." She reached behind her and unfastened her bra. As she removed the garment, her tits flopped into full view. John Forsyth gazed for a second at the huge, swollen nipples, and then took the right one in his mouth and started to suck on it while Jean stroked his face.

She knew just how frantic his cock had to be, so she reached down and unfastened his pants. He slid these and his underpants down so that his prick could expand to full size.

John was sitting in an armless chair. Jean straddled the seat and then sat in his lap-and on his stiff, upright prick.

They sat together, with his cock inside her and his lips pulling on first one nipple, then the other. The boy was trembling violently. He had both hands on Jean's back and kept her pressed as close to him as he could. Her tit was mashed against his face. She thought it was a great sensation, though.

Having his cock stuck inside her was getting

Jean more and more worked up. Unbending her legs, she was able to lift her hips up, sliding her cunt up over his dork. She paused for a second with just the head of his warm meat inside her. Then down she slid. All the while, he was sucking her tit. As she slid down the length of his cock, his lips pressed even tighter from excitement.

Up and down she went, moving faster and faster.

This is the way to go, she thought. A nice cooperative boy with a hard prick.

Already her body was tense and ready for the boy's come. The pressure of his cock against her cunt lips was driving her nuts. And her tits were very sensitive too. The way in which the boy was sucking her nipples was really fine.

Maybe he wasn't fed enough as a baby, she thought as she felt how he sucked, as if he really wanted to get some milk out of her.

Her back muscles felt tensed and ready, and her cunt was really hot. Every time she gave a thrust of her hips she felt a little ring of fire burn its way up the inside of her pussy and up her spine.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she grunted as she worked his cock faster and faster in her twat. John would have grunted with excitement too, but his mouth was full of nice, fleshy nipple.

They were both right on the edge of her come. She knew the next stroke would get them off, and she was going to make it a good one. She worked her twat up his cock very slowly, until almost all of it was outside her. Then she paused a moment, while the trembling boy continued to suck her nipple. A second later, she started to slide down, really slowly and deliberately.

He was a fourth of the way in her cunt ... a third ... half way ... two thirds ... three fourths.

Jean slid the rest of the way down, and as the last inch of his cock slid into her, it started to quiver and shoot, sending gob after gob of boy cream gushing into her sex tube in a series of convulsive shudders.

The feeling of his cock blasting away inside her was all Jean needed, and her come hit hard, causing her pussy to clutch convulsively around his spasming male organ. And all the while he was still sucking on her sensational swollen nipple.

When he stopped coming, Jean eased herself off his lap. A mixture of pussy juice and sperm slid out of her twat and onto his cock.

"Nice?" she asked.

"Out of sight," he said with a dreamy look in his eyes.

"Well, keep it to yourself-and I mean really to yourself-and maybe we can have some more fun the next time you get an assignment with me."

The boy nodded enthusiastically. Jean realized what a fool she had been to worry all those years that if she had sex with a boy he might spread the word. Wild horses couldn't drag it out of John. Not when telling might ruin his chances of ever getting to fuck with her again. These thirteen and fourteen year old boys didn't have any other sex available but the old right hand. So they were anxious not to spoil the setup.

It would have been fun to fuck more with John, but there was another boy who would be showing up in half an hour and Jean was going to have to re-shoot all those pictures she'd posed John in while walking around half naked. The horny look on his face didn't fit in with the fake prep-school elegance the manufacturer was trying to project. Anyway, she had Bobby coming over later that afternoon.

John felt lucky to have gotten even one fuck, and didn't mind posing the shots again. Jean noticed how much nicer he was now that he had fucked with her. She guessed he felt more confident and didn't have to play that aloof, superior role.

I swear, she thought, two thirds of any males self confidence is tied up in that thing he has hanging between his legs.

She admitted to herself that she felt better too, now that John had shown by the way he lost his self-control just what a load of shit Brent's claim was that she didn't know how to turn men on.

Jean had a living to earn, and she thought sex was more enjoyable if she didn't go at it on a nonstop basis. So for the rest of the afternoon she didn't do anything with her models but take pictures of them. Then, Bobby showed up as planned.

Jean felt dewy moisture in her cunt. She was ready to get right down to fucking. One glance at his crotch told her that that was just exactly what he wanted too. That was fine by her. The fuck with John was in the morning. She'd had a whole afternoon to think about the good hard prick that Bobby would be bringing her in the late afternoon.

"Hi there, Jean," he said.

"Hi." She unbuttoned her skirt and dropped it to the floor.

"How come you aren't wearing any panties?" He noticed them lying on the floor.

Jean couldn't help laughing. She'd forgotten to put her panties back on after the seduction routine with John. When she fucked him in the chair, she'd just hitched her skirt up. Heaven only knew what the other boys had thought of the panties lying there on the floor.

"It's a long story," she said. "C'mon, let's get down to business."

Bobby guessed that the lady photographer had been fucking with someone else. He started to feel jealous, but he wasn't able to for long. She stepped up to him, and the kiss she gave him and the way she squeezed his prick with her fingers kept him from thinking of anything except how nice her cunt was. It was unprotected by panties, and in easy reach. He placed his fingers against it and started to rub the tender cunt lips. Yesterday he was a timid little boy with no experience. He was a lot more of a confident man now.

"Mmmmm, fantastic," she murmured, taking her lips away from his. "Let's fuck dog-style."

She figured that it was her duty to teach him as much about sex as she could. If he was going to give her all this pleasure, he should at least get an education out of it.

Jean got on her hands and knees, and Bobby was bright enough to guess what fucking "dog-style" involved. He got behind her and positioned his cock. Then he slid it into her and started to buck away with his prick.

His strokes were nice, easy and confident. Not like the nervous way he'd started out yesterday. Jean closed her eyes and enjoyed the pressure of his prick inside her.

Her cunt wasn't the only part of her that was getting some action. He reached forward and cupped her hanging tits. He sort of rolled them around in his hands, pinching and tweaking the nipples. Then he pressed the tits up against her chest before letting go of them so they could flop down.

Bobby's cock moved faster and faster. He was breathing in short gasps in time with the thrusts of his prick.

"Push it in! Harder! Harder!" she gasped.

Her whole body was tingling. She knew that she was right on the very brink of her come.

One final thrust of that long, hard cock was all it took to get her off. Her body shook and trembled as the orgasm raced through her. Her cunt pressed frantically around the boy's prick, which shot a hot stream of sperm into her in gush after gush.

It was a very, very fine come for both of them. They stayed in position for a while longer, enjoying the way their sex organs were pressed together. Then Bobby pulled his cock out and flopped down on the rug next to her.

"You really had a lot of spunk to shoot into me," Jean said.

"Oh, yeah?" he answered. He didn't tell her that he had skipped his regular nightly masturbation after their first meeting so that he would be sure to have a super-hard prick and lots of sperm.

Jean had a little refrigerator in her studio in which she kept snacks. She took out a soft drink for Bobby and poured herself a whisky. They sat and chatted for a while, waiting to make sure that Bobby had built up enough steam for a second fuck. They weren't going to have to wait long. His cock was already pretty hard and getting stiffer by the second as he looked at her naked tits and cunt. She knew he was gazing at her, and she ran her fingertips lightly over her nipples and pubic triangle.

She was getting as turned on as he was. Her clit was starting to throb with excitement, and she could feel the cunt juice ooze out of her twat drop by drop.

Jean reached her hand out and squeezed the boy's prick. It felt like it was made of iron. He was good and ready, which was fine by her because her twat was driving her just about out of her mind with come need.

She lay back on the sofa they were sitting on and spread her legs. Bobby got on top of her and positioned the head of his cock inside her twat. He gave a shove of his hips and Jean shuddered with pleasure as she felt the thick rod glide into her.

Bobby started in slowly at first, moving his prick with a nice, steady rhythm. Then he started to pick up speed. His cock slid faster and faster inside her pussy. Her hips gave little counterthrusts as he buried his meat in her again and again.

"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Ohhh! OHHHHHH!" she gasped. Her pussy clutched frantically at his slamming cock, but she was so wet inside that that didn't slow him down at all.

He had his hands on her tits, squeezing and caressing them. He pressed the soft flesh with his fingers and rubbed her nipples until they were swollen up to about three times their normal size.

They were so tender that she could hardly stand to have him touch them, but she wanted him to anyway.

He was really laying it into her with his cock. His breath came in a series of sharp gasps as he rammed the rod home again and again.

"Gotta come! Make me come! Make me!"

Jean felt her body go numb for an instant, and then a wild explosion of female fuck-power blasted through it. Her cunt contracted around the boy's cock, her shoulders heaved and jolt after jolt of come-joy slammed into her spine.

His cock started to shoot at once, and even though he had fired a lot of sperm in their first fuck, he had plenty left. She felt his frantic prick tremble inside her as it propelled gob after gob of spunk into her.

"Whewwwww," she gasped as the last pulsations left her. She shook her head to clear it. The second come Bobby had given her that day was just as good as the first.

He felt the same way. He was proud that his cock was staying stiff inside her cunt. It made him feel like a real man. Just a couple of days ago he had thought of himself as a kid. But now he knew he was a man.

Bobby pulled his cock out and got up. Both of them felt pretty much fucked out. He pulled his pants on, while Jean got her own clothes on.

After Bobby left, Jean picked up the telephone book and started looking for residence hotels. She had no intention of going back to Brent.

That evening she had dinner with Linda Eberhard, a divorcee friend of hers.

"Welcome to the club," Linda said on hearing that Jean had left Brent.

"You don't sound too enthusiastic about the life of the divorcee."

"The trouble with me," Linda said, "is that even though I'm sexually turned on by men, I don't like the way they always try and throw their weight around."

"Same here."

"What I'd like," Linda went on, "is some male who'd let me play a more active, aggressive role in the relationship."

"Sounds like what you need is a little boy," Jean said. She wasn't sure that she wanted to tell even Linda about her own involvement with boys, not for the present, anyway. But it was something she enjoyed so much that she couldn't help hinting about it."

"A little boy?" Linda asked incredulously.

"Well, young, rather than little," Jean replied. "You know, thirteen or fourteen. Old enough to have a good, hard cock, but still young and inexperienced enough to follow your advice and not try and shove you around. I bet that a frisky little fellow just past puberty would be about the best fuck-partner that a woman could ever wish for her cunt to have."

Just talking about it made Jean feel excited. She liked Linda, and really hoped that she could encourage her to seduce some young boy. She knew from experience how much the other woman would enjoy it.

"Do you speak from experience?" Linda asked.

Jean hesitated a moment. Then she decided that she might as well let Linda in on her secret. Linda was an old friend who could be trusted not to shoot her mouth off, and she wasn't someone who was easily shocked, either.

"Yeah," Jean said, "as a matter-of-fact, I do."

"What, the kids you take pictures of?"

"Uh huh."

"I'm genuinely impressed," Linda said. "Here I thought I was one of the horniest females around, and you can't keep your hands off of little boys. How are they, anyway?"

"Great. Each one's different. But the thing about boys that I like is just what you mentioned yourself when you said what it was you objected to in most men. Boys aren't always trying to prove how manly they are by being aggressive. Sex with them is a lot more equal. In fact, they kind of look up to you. You know. Goddess figure initiating them into the mysteries of fucking."

Linda noticed that her panties were chafing against her cunt. They were sopping wet. All this talk about fucking with young boys had gotten her really turned on. She hadn't had a good fuck in quite a while, and she could guess how great it would be if she could get some boy-prick up her twat.

"You don't suppose you could ... lend me one, do you?" Linda asked.

Jean thought for a moment. "The only trouble is that I don't know if one of them would like to be lent. I'm afraid that if I said to any of my boys, 'Why don't you go fuck with a friend of mine,' he might feel I was rejecting him. like I wanted to get rid of him."

"Why don't you just ask one of them to deliver something to me? Then, it'll be up to the boy to decide whether he wants to fuck me. He won't know that we planned it in advance," Linda suggested.

Jean agreed. In fact, she rather liked the idea of having her boys fuck with Linda too. She wanted to sample as many young pricks as she could, which meant it would be useful to have another cunt available to take care of them when hers was busy elsewhere.

The next day, she asked a thirteen-year-old named Scotty if he would do her a big favor and take something to a friend of hers named Linda

Eberhard after he finished modeling.

"It's something that she needs to wear this evening," Jean said. "Going there won't be too far out of your way, and if you do it, she'll give you ten dollars."

Scotty agreed. He was a blonde, energetic little fellow. He hadn't yet fucked with Jean, though. She had planned to send over an experienced boy, but then she realized that after fucking with her, he might not be in top form for another round. Linda would have to do her own seducing. Jean didn't think she'd have any trouble with that at all.

Linda was in the bath when Jean called to say that Scotty was on his way over. She toweled herself and put on a dusting of talc and some of her best perfume, she looked at herself in the bedroom mirror.

Not bad for a woman in her thirties, she thought as she rubbed her ruby nipples between the thumb and forefinger of each hand. The nipples started to swell up at once. Linda took one hand away from her breasts and slid it down her naked belly. She pulled playfully at her pubic hair, then ran her fingers between her legs, pressing them against her butter-soft cunt lips. A shudder of pleasure went up her spine.

Man, does that feel good, she thought, worming her fingers up her vagina. She always liked the thrill of her fingers stretching her own cunt, but somehow it seemed even better when she knew that such masturbation was going to be followed by a fuck-at least if she played her cards right.

Linda sat down on her bed, continuing to feel up her twat. She figured that it would take the boy about twenty-five minutes to get from Jean's studio to her apartment. And all she needed to feel herself to a come was about five minutes.

She pressed her left tit with one hand while the fingertips of the other danced back and forth across her slick cunt lips. She wriggled her hips in appreciation.

She was breathing heavily now as her fingers wound her up tighter and tighter. Linda arched her back. Her head was tossing from side to side. And her fingers kept right on pulling at her labia.

Then, all at once, she felt the come hit her, slamming into her like a boxer's glove hitting a punching bag.

"Ahhhhh!" she moaned as her hips bucked and heaved with the force of her orgasm. She pressed her fingers hard against her tingling cunt lips as the come-spasm pulsed through her.

"Whewwww," she gasped as the orgasm left her. She got to her feet and saw in the full-length mirror the little droplets of pussy-juice trickling down her thigh. She gave her hair a quick brush, and then tried to decide whether to just go to the door naked when the boy showed up.

She decided against it. He was probably a timid little fellow, and she didn't want to frighten him by coming on too strong. She would just wear a bathrobe. That would let him imagine what it was that was in store for him.

The doorbell rang.

"Mrs. Eberhard?"

Linda felt her clit give a twitch of excitement as she looked into the boyish, freckled face. Scotty usually modeled jeans and sports equipment.

"Uh huh," she said.

"Mrs. Phillips asked me to bring you this," he said shyly, holding out a cardboard box.

"Thank you very much," Linda said. "Mrs. Phillips said you'd be coming. I'd like to give you ten dollars, too. Would you like to come in for a soft drink?"

"Sure, thanks," the boy said. It was a hot day, and a soft drink would taste good.

Linda got one and the two of them sat at the kitchen table, chatting. Scotty was having a hard time keeping his mind on the conversation, though. He was at an age where he'd really started thinking about sex, and it wasn't easy to think about anything else with Mrs. Eberhard sitting there next to him dressed the way she was.

Linda had tied her bathrobe loosely, so that a lot of her tits was exposed. When talking with Scotty, she leaned forward, so that the soft globes swung against the fabric. As she gazed at them-and there wasn't anywhere else to look-Scotty felt his prick start to get really hard. He'd found himself having a lot of hard-ons recently, but this one was harder than most.

Linda noticed the way he kept swallowing nervously. She pulled on the loosely-knotted belt of her bathrobe and it came untied. Scotty didn't notice her doing that, but he did notice the way the robe came open so that most of her tits were exposed. The only things he couldn't see were her nipples, but just thinking about her nipples was enough to make his cock cram painfully hard against the crotch of his pants.

"Whoops, looks like I'm coming undone," Linda said, pulling her robe shut. She guessed that talking about her semi-nakedness like that would turn him on even more. She didn't pull the bathrobe very tightly closed, either. He could still get a good view of her soft, round tits.

"So do you like modeling?" she asked him.

"It's okay, I guess. The money's nice."

"Money isn't everything, though," she answered, putting a hand on one of his knees. She felt the boy give a start. He was breathing in short little gasps.

"After all," she went on, "it's nice to have some time for relaxation. And I think you need some relaxation. Especially here."

As she said that, she placed her hand right on his crotch and started to squeeze it. The prick nearly burst through the boy's pants.

"M-Mrs. Eberhard..., " he stammered.

"Why don't you call me Linda," she said. "All my men do."

Scotty could hardly believe it. This sexy, mature woman was referring to him as "one of her men," and she was interested in his prick. He knew that his cock couldn't stand to be confined any longer.

Linda knew it too, and she pulled down the zipper of his pants. The boy's cock poked up against his underpants. She pulled these down too, so that she could wind her fingers around his cock. When she did that, she thought for a moment he was going to come. She reminded herself to be careful how much stimulation she gave the boy's cock.

With her other hand she pulled open her bathrobe. She cupped her left tit in her fingers and offered it to him.

Scotty had been dreaming about tits for months. Now one was being held in front of him with its nipple inches from his mouth. The boy leaned his head forward and took the tip of her breast between his lips. As he sucked on it, he felt the already stiff and swollen nipple get even harder with excitement. He was turning a woman on! He could hardly believe it, but he was.

Linda loved the feeling of the kid's hard cock between her fingers, but she knew where she really wanted it. She took him by the hand and led him from the kitchen to her bedroom.

Since Linda knew that Scotty hadn't screwed before-that was something that Jean had told her on the phone-she figured that she had better play the active role in their first fuck.

"Lie down on the bed, and I'll take care of everything," she whispered to him. Linda was breathing hard with excitement as she fingered his cute pecker. She climbed on top of him and held the head against her wet, moist, heated slit.

Scotty gave a gasp as he felt her tight cunt slide over the length of his penis. For a moment he thought he was going to come, but he didn't quite. When he masturbated-beating off was something he had discovered a year ago-he sometimes liked to prolong things by the way he controlled his breathing, and the technique worked here. He knew he was right on the brink, though.

Linda just sat quietly for a while to give his cock a chance to cool off. She savored his stiff rod up her twat. Then, she started moving her hips up and down, slipping her cunt around his cock with an easy, undulating motion.

Scotty stared hungrily at her tits. Linda realized what he wanted, and she changed her motions slightly, leaning forward so he could take her breasts in his hands. He squeezed them lovingly, gently rubbing her nipples with his fingers. Linda had sensitive tits, and really dug the action he was giving to them.

Her hips moved faster and faster as she got more and more excited. She could tell that every muscle in her body was tense and ready for the come. Whether she moved her hips up or down her cunt lips were pulled across her clit, each movement about had her orgasming every time.

Up and down she went, and she knew she was right on the brink. As for Scotty, his eyes were kind of glazed, and his head was rocking from side to side on the pillow. She knew that he was even closer to his come than she was to hers.

She gave a couple more strokes with her hips, and then she felt his cock start to pulse and tremble inside her cunt as it began to shoot its load of spunk up into her. The feeling of that boy's prick coming in her was enough to get her over the top without any trouble. The orgasm swept through her in wave after wave, and her body trembled with female fuck-frenzy as she and the boy came, and came, and came!

Linda eased herself off of him and lay down next to him on the bed. She gently stroked his forehead with her fingers.

Linda noticed that even though the boy seemed tired, his cock was only about half-soft. He obviously had good second shot potential. She didn't want to rush things, but she was sure that she would be able to get another come off of that prick before he left.

They talked for a while, and as they did so, Linda started to finger her cunt. She often did that, but this time she also wanted to get the young boy turned on again.

Scotty noticed she was working her cunt with her hand, and he couldn't help staring.

"If you'd like to look, why don't you get between my legs where you can see more," she suggested.

That was just exactly what he had been hoping he could do. He positioned himself so that his face was just a couple of feet from her cunt.

It really turned Linda on to have the kid gazing at her twat while she beat off. She pulled at her cunt lips with her fingers so that he could get a really good view of her vagina. Then she stroked her cunt lips with her fingertips.

Scotty felt his cock start to get really hard again. He took a deep breath and noticed for the first time what a sexy smell women's cunts had. He started breathing rapidly so that his nose could get as much of that woman-smell as possible.

"Mmmmmm, nice," Linda purred as she felt her fingers rub against her labia. They were right next to her clit. She knew if she touched her clit, though, she would be coming right away.

Scotty noticed the little drops of moisture oozing out of Linda's twat. When they were fucking, he had felt now wet her cunt was. He wondered whether the fluid would taste nice. He imagined that it would.

Linda playfully held out a finger covered with pussy-juice. He started sucking on it. Then she went back to feeling her cunt. She thought of asking him to lick it, but decided not to. The business of beating off while a guy had his face right next to her cunt was something new to Linda, and something that she was really enjoying, too.

Linda worked three fingers of her right hand up her twat, and slid them back and forth like some sort of strange artificial prick.

Her nipples were throbbing with excitement how, just like her clit. She started to glide her fingertips up to her twat towards her clit. She knew that when she got there, she would come. And Scotty guessed that as he saw the fingertips get closer and closer to the little fun-button.

Linda's fingers were right next to her clit now. Scotty was trembling in anticipation, waiting to see just what would happen when she touched herself there.

Her fingers darted out and flicked against the clit twice. Then, WHAM! There was a real explosion of fuck-fury as her hips started to buck and heave with the force of her orgasm. Scotty watched in amazement as her body trembled and she ground her ass-cheeks against the bedspread. It was almost stranger to watch a woman come than to feel one do so.

"Coming!" she gasped. "Coming so fucking hard! So HARD!"

Linda lay on the bed gasping, her fingers pressing against her tingling cunt lips. Scotty could hardly believe how excited he felt. His cock was as hard as a bar of iron.

Even though she felt kind of fucked-out, Linda wanted that hunk of hard meat right up her twat.

"Climb aboard," she said between breaths.

He sure didn't plan on letting an invitation like that go to waste. He scooted up until he was on top of Linda, then moved the tip of his prick into her twat. Everything seemed to be coming to him a lot easier than he had imagined. Instinct was taking over. He gave a shove of his hips, and his penis slid on into her. Then he started working it back and forth inside her soft, wet, pussy.

At first Scotty's strokes were kind of clumsy and uneven. But it didn't take him long to get the hang of things, and soon he was fucking Linda with a good, steady rhythm that had her giving little gasps of delight every time he shoved his cock into her. Her hips gave little counter-thrusts of their own as he pistoned her cunt faster and faster.

Then, he felt his cock go sort of numb for an instant. A split second later it was flooded with sensation as it started shooting its load into her in gush after gush. Even though he had already come once, he had something for her this time, too, and she groaned as she felt her orgasming pussy clutch convulsively at his prick.

When they were finished he pulled his rod out of her.

"Gee, Mrs. Eberhard," he said, "I don't know how I can thank you for letting me ... . "

"For letting you fuck me? Well, the first thing you can do is call me Linda instead of Mrs. Eberhard. Eberhard's someone else's name, and he was a jerk. Anyway, you did me a favor just as much as I did you one. Don't you think that I enjoyed having you fuck me? You have a really good, hard prick. What more can a woman ask for?"

Scotty felt a little embarrassed by this praise, but it pleased him, too.

Linda got up from the bed.

"I guess you'd better be going home, or your mother will start wondering where you are."

Scotty wished she hadn't said that. Here he'd been feeling like a virile man, and she'd gone and reminded him of the fact that he had to keep his mother from worrying about him. He knew Linda was right though, his mother would be expecting him home soon.

"And we don't want her to suspect anything, do we?" she said. "I mean, we don't want anything to keep us from having fun together again."

Scotty agreed, and promised not to tell anyone about what they had done together. Linda gave him a kiss and sent him on his way home. She wanted to call Jean and tell her how well everything had turned out, but she figured she'd better wait. Jean might be busy-busy having a fuck! And she was completely right.

This could be something really interesting, Jean thought as she looked at the two thirteen-year-old boys. They were identical twins, and very handsome. A department store wanted a layout featuring identical twins wearing coordinate ensembles, and the agency had sent over Jim and Paul.

While Linda was fucking Scotty, Jean had been wondering what it would be like to have sex with two boys at once. It looked like this was her chance. The only thing she couldn't quite figure out was how to go about the seduction. With individual boys, she had overpowered their shyness and nervousness with the force of her feminine sex appeal. But she was afraid that with two boys she would be spreading herself a bit thin. What would one of them think while she "accidentally" placed her hand on the other's crotch?

As she looked at the fine-looking boys, though, she knew she had to fuck them. Either one looked like he would be a good partner, but the idea of getting it from both of them at once really had her clit tingling.

"Hey fellows," she said, "let's take a break."

They thought that that was a great idea, and she went to the little refrigerator she kept in the studio to get some soft drinks for them.

They all sat on the sofa, eating cookies and sipping the soft drinks.

"You guys any good at keeping secrets?" she asked.

"You bet," Paul said.

"I don't mean sort of good," she went on, "I mean really, really good."

"We're champion secret-keepers," Jim answered.

" 'Cause there's something I'd like to tell you, but I only want to if you're going to be able to keep it secret."

Both of them were really curious and interested now, which was exactly what she had in mind.

"I'm a nymphomaniac," she said. That wasn't exactly true, but the word had its desired effect.

"Wow!" Paul said.

"What's a nymphomaniac?" his brother asked.

"That's a woman who has to have sex all the time," Paul said, proud of having a chance to show off his superior knowledge. Then he blushed when he realized he was saying that right in front of the supposed nymphomaniac.

"Don't mind me," she said, "I want to talk about it. That's why I'm telling you. It's one of those things that you can only keep secret so long before you have to admit it to someone."

Both boys were very impressed by this.

"You mean," Jim asked, "that you have to have sex with every male you see?"

"Just about," she replied. "Just about every male."

The two boys gulped.

"What I'd like to know," she said, "is whether you two would like to help me out." "Help you out?"

"Sure. like I said, I can't do without sex for long. Not having a prick up my cunt is the same thing to me that being on dry land is for a fish."

Both of the twins felt their pricks start to cram up hard against their pants. They had always thought that Jean was a sexy-looking woman, and here she was offering herself to them.

"Gee, uh, sure, we'd like to help you out," Paul said, looking down at his feet. Both he and his brother felt really turned on, but they were a little bit embarrassed, too.

"Okay," Jean said, "then I guess the first thing for us to do is to get rid of our clothes."

She unbuttoned her blouse and unhooked her bra. As soon as the twins got a glimpse of those big tits of hers, with their extra-large nipples, they forgot all about being embarrassed. All they could think of was how badly they wanted to have sex with her. Their cocks needed some breathing space, and they got out of their trousers as fast as they could. Soon, all three of them were stark naked. Jean noticed with interest that the identical twins really were identical. Their erect cocks were exactly the same size, and looked very similar, too.

"Okay, Jim," she said, "lie on your back here so I can suck your cock. Paul, you take me from behind like a dog does. You can manage that, can't you?"

Paul had never done any fucking, but he certainly wasn't about to say that he wouldn't be able to figure out what was involved in a dog-style fuck. He nodded his head.

Jean took Jim's super-hard prick in her hand and started to stroke it. Jim thought that felt so good he didn't see how things could possibly get better. At least he didn't until he felt the tip of Jean's tongue flick across the end of his cock.

Lick! Lick! Lick! Her tongue darted back and forth across the prick, brushing it in a light, teasing way. Jim felt his balls pull up tight against the root of his cock.

As for Paul, he positioned himself behind her and carefully guided the end of his cock into her twat. He paused a moment, and then slid the rest of his whanger into her. He felt very excited by the thought that he was actually inserting his cock into a woman for the first time in his life. The pressure of her cunt on his cock didn't do anything to cool him down, either.

Once his prick was all the way inside her, he hesitated for another moment, and then started to work it back and forth inside her, going slowly at first, then faster and faster.

The feeling of his cock bucking away in her twat really turned Jean on, and that made her lick at his brother's cock even faster. The boy's whole penis was glistening with saliva. She moved her mouth on down to his balls and started to suck on them.

Jim was trembling with anticipation. It was fine having his balls sucked, but it was his cock that really needed attention.

Jean sensed this. She had just been making his cock wait for her mouth so as to get Jim all the more excited. She figured it was time to step up the action. She kissed her way all the way up the length of Jim's prick, and then slid her mouth over the end of it. Jim gave a little sigh of contentment as she began to suck.

Paul's cock was hammering away inside her now, really pistoning her. He had gotten the knack completely and she loved the deep even thrusts he was giving with his cock. Her clit was throbbing with excitement, and the inside of her pussy was so wet there was even a little suction as he pulled his cock out each time.

She started out sucking just the end of Jim's cock, but then she moved her mouth along the length of it so that most of it was in her mouth. That meant that the end of it was actually pressing into her throat, almost making her gag, but she didn't mind that. Gagging on something as nice as a prick was almost fun.

Paul felt every muscle in his body wind tighter and tighter in readiness for his come. He knew that it wouldn't be long now ... .

To change the pace, Jean started sliding her lips , up and down Jim's cock. All the while her tongue was pressing against the super-sensitive prick skin.

She could tell that Jim was about to come. Something about the way his cock felt in her mouth told her that. And she decided to keep him right on the brink of his come by easing up on the stimulation a little bit. Then, she would bring him off at the second that Paul started to spew sperm out of that cock of. his. That way she would be getting it from both ends at once. She figured that would be quite a sensation.

Paul clutched her waist tightly as he worked his pecker in her twat. Then he leaned forward and cupped her tits in his hands, pressing them against each other and against her chest, while fingering the hard nipples. Her tits had felt a bit neglected, and she was glad it had occurred to him to do something with them.

Total sensation! The total fuck! Cock in her mouth and cunt, and a pair of very busy male hands working over her tits. She was about as taut as a violin string. And all the while, that cock of Paul's kept sliding back and forth inside her.

Suddenly, she felt it start to quiver and tremble inside her twat. She felt a glob of sperm splatter up into her womb. He was coming, and coming hard, really pumping the stuff out in a series of rapid, jerking spasms. Her cunt grabbed at his cock, and her body started to unwind all at once, coming and coming and coming!

At that instant she pressed her lips extra hard against the place where the knob of Jim's shaft joined the head. Then he was coming, and as Paul's cock pumped sperm up her twat, Jim sent it shooting into her mouth.

Both boys really had a lot of jism in their balls. It seemed like they were just going to go on and on shooting forever. Her mouth was really full of the stuff, and he was still pumping. There was sperm under her tongue, between her teeth and cheeks, dribbling down her throat.

The multiple orgasm finally stopped, and the three of them remained in position for a while. Then, Paul pulled his cock out. He thought there was something really neat about the way there were thin threads of sperm trailing back to her twat. He eased himself backwards, seeing how long he could make them before they finally broke.

As for Jean, she slipped her mouth off of Jim's cock, being very careful while she did so not to spill any of the sperm. She got up, and so did Jim. She opened her mouth so that he could see the lake of spunk that he had formed in it. Then, she drank the stuff down in a couple of swallows.

"Fantastic," Paul said. The boy was thinking about the fuck he had just had. He could hardly believe that anything could really be that much fun.

"What'll be even more fantastic will be if we get that assignment done," she said, pointing to her camera. Fucking was great, but they did have some work to get done.

The boys got back in the clothes that they were modeling, and she shot some more pictures. By the time she had finished with that, they were both just about quivering, they were so impatient to get back to fucking. It was hard for Jean to shoot the pictures in such a way that the excited bulges in the front of the boy's pants wouldn't show too much.

"Okay," she said finally, "I think we've got enough."

Jim and Paul almost ripped the department store's clothes that they had been modeling, they were so impatient to get their cocks back up Jean's pussy.

"Okay, boys," she said, "here's my idea for this round. I'll lie on my back, and Jim can fuck me. He'll have to do it in a sort of sitting up position, though, because I want Paul on my chest, working his cock back and forth between my tits so as to shoot as much sperm as he can into my mouth."

Since Jim's position was going to be a bit tricky, she had him start first. The thing was to have him fuck her without knocking into his brother.

They got it worked out, though, and soon Jim was sliding his cock back and forth inside Jean, and feeling every bit as excited about the fact that he was actually fucking a woman as Paul felt. Jim thought that having his cock sucked was fine, but this was the real test of his manhood.

"Okay, Paul," Jean said, and the boy got on top of her chest. He placed his cock between her full tits and started to slide it between them while Jean held the soft globes tightly pressed around his organ. Paul thought the sensation of the tits surrounding his cock was great, and he worked away faster and faster. Jean had her mouth open, and he wanted to shoot as much of his sperm into it as he could.

Jim's cock bucked away inside Jean's cunt, sliding on the wet cunt lining, pulling the labia back and forth across her clit. She wiggled her hips in excitement. That cock really felt fine inside her.

Paul's whanger felt every bit as good between her tits. She had very sensitive breasts, and the sensation of that stiff rod between them was really something. Her normally big nipples were swollen up more than she could ever remember their being. They were so hard they literally ached.

Jim's cock was almost ready to fire. His whole body felt like a coiled spring as he drove his penis home again and again. His balls were snubbed up tight against the root of his prick, ready to unload. He stroked Jean's hips with his hands as he bucked his cock back and forth.

Almost there ... almost ... almost. ... The three of them were hanging right on the brink of their comes.

Paul's prick was as near the brink as his brother's. He was really working away between those soft tits of Jean's, and he knew he couldn't hold it back any longer.

Jean's forehead was covered with little beads of sweat. Her mouth was lolling open, and her head tossing from side to side. Every nerve in her body was on fire.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

Jim knew that just one more stroke would do it. He'd never fucked before, but he'd beaten himself off, and he knew when he was going to come. He pulled his rod back, then slammed it home again, and as he did so, it started to fire.

Paul's cock trembled and began to shoot too, sending his sperm spattering against Jean's face as well as into her mouth. As for her, she was coming like crazy, every muscle in her body letting go at once, her cunt clutching spasmodically against Jim's cunt.

Finally they were finished. Jean swallowed the spunk that had landed in her mouth, and used her fingers to get the rest off her face. Then she licked her fingers.

A cock up her cunt, a cock between her tits ... . To be the total fuck sensation, all she would have needed was another boy cramming her mouth full of stiff dick. Just having sperm land in it wasn't the same. A third boy would have made things perfect. Well, perhaps someday ... .