Chapter 3
"A brothel? You've got to be kidding!" Jean said to her friend Linda.
They were having dinner at Linda's apartment, and had talked over the good fucking each of them had had that day-Linda with Scotty, and Jean with the twins.
"Well," Linda said, "it wouldn't exactly be a brothel. More of an informal arrangement. We could use your studio, or my apartment. We'd be doing a lot of horny women a favor, and I bet the boys would like a chance to pick up some extra cash."
"Hmmm, maybe you're right," Jean said, thinking over her friend's suggestion.
After Scotty had left, Linda had Jain on her bed fingering her cunt and thinking over how great it had been to fuck with a little boy. All the male aggressiveness and domination that normally spoilt sex for her had been completely absent. She knew, of course, that Jean went for boy-sex-after all, it was Jean who had introduced her to it in the first place. And she had had the idea that maybe a lot of other women would really go for a chance to have some nice hard prick up their cunts without having to put up with the heavy macho routine that usually went with it.
It also occurred to her that there might be money to be made in offering just that.
"Let's go through this again," Jean said. "You think that we should start a sort of brothel in which little boys fuck women customers."
"Uh huh," Linda said, "and I bet we could charge as much as fifty dollars a session."
"It's a pretty risky proposition. What if the parents got wind of it?"
"There's no way to make money without taking risks," Linda said. "Besides, what if one of the parents finds out that you're using her precious darling to service your cunt? Your goose'll still be cooked, but you aren't willing to give that up, are you."
Fucking with young boys was about the last thing in the world that Jean was prepared to give up.
"I'll think it over and talk to you some more about it later," Jean said.
That night, she found herself alone in her hotel room, feeling very horny and lonely. She'd had plenty of good boy-sex during the day, but there was something about an empty hotel room that really got to her. She placed her fingers on her cunt and started to rub the sensitive female sex-skin.
That felt good, and she wormed her forefinger up her vagina, while using her thumb to work away on the labia.
"Mmmmm, mmmmm!" she sighed as she felt her back and leg muscles contract with excitement. She was getting more and more turned on. Her nipples were already swelling. She had the fingers of her other hand busy working them over, pulling at the bulging, tender pink nubs.
Her pussy was soaking wet. She rubbed her thighs together, pressing her hand between them as her fingers kept on rubbing at her twat. Her breath came faster and faster as she got more and more wound up.
As she ground her ass-cheeks against the bed, she pressed her thumb right against her throbbing clit.
ZAPPP! A lightning bolt hit her smack between the legs, and she came like crazy, her body heaving and bucking like crazy to the force of her frantic female orgasm.
"Ahh! AHHHH! AAHHHHHHH!! " she gasped as wave after wave of come-frenzy sloshed through her. Then she was lying on the bed, gasping for breath, her fingers still on her twat.
It felt good to have gotten her pussy off. Now maybe she would be able to get some sleep. Even though she had had a come, though, she still didn't feel as satisfied as she would have if she'd actually gotten some prick up her twat.
She thought of all the women who never got any satisfactory sex because they were tied to guys who were as crummy in the sack as her Brent was, and who didn't have the guts or the imagination to go out and find lovers. She also thought what perfect lovers pubescent boys made, with their combination of youthful vigor and innocent admiration of the mature woman who taught them about sex.
Linda's idea was crazy, Jean thought, but maybe it wasn't all that crazy. Maybe it was time that women started getting some enjoyment out of sex for a change. Men had had it all their own way for too long as it was.
Of course, she wouldn't want to exploit the boys in any way. They looked up to her and trusted her. But males always have made a big thing about how many females they'd fucked-that was one of the basic features of male self-confidence, for that matter-and she didn't see how it would hurt any of them to do a little extra fucking and get paid for it. She knew that most of her boy-models wanted expensive things like stereos.
For their sake and above all for the sake of her sexually frustrated sex, she was going to do it. The next morning, she was going to call Linda and tell her that she wanted to go along with her scheme.
That was on a Monday. The operation was going to begin on Sunday. That was one day most of the boys could be absent from home for quite a while without their parents wondering where they were. It was Jean's job to approach some of her models about the idea. Twenty-five dollars for each fuck, with the remaining twenty-five to be divided between Linda and Jean. Linda would round up the customers. She knew an incredible number of people.
On Sunday, Jean and Linda were sitting in Linda's apartment with three boys-Bobby, and the twins, Paul and Jim. Linda and Jean had decided to start things out on a small scale, and see what developed.
There was a knock at the door. It was Denise Houghton, one of the customers that Linda had lined up.
"What a wonderful idea," she said, as she looked at the three boys who were standing there. The look on her face showed that she hadn't had any good sex for a while.
There was a slight note of embarrassment in her voice, but it was plain that she was turned on. She walked up to Paul and said, "C-could we maybe ... . "
"At your service, Ma'am," Paul said. He'd been coached by Jean about how to make the customers feel at home. What he was thinking about now was what a good lay Mrs. Houghton probably was. She was in her early forties, but still very attractive, with nice, high tits and good legs. A few days ago, Paul had known next to nothing about fucking. But Jean had already taught him a lot about the subject.
"The bedroom is off to the right," Linda said, and Mrs. Houghton and Paul went off into it. When they got there, Mrs. Houghton sat on the bed, not knowing quite what to say or do.
"Shall I undress you, Ma'am?" Paul asked. The loot offered by Jean had made him listen very closely to her instructions.
Mrs. Houghton nodded, and Paul's slim, boyish hands started to unbutton her blouse. She felt her clit harden up with excitement. In a couple of minutes, those fingers might be feeling between her legs.
Paul's cock swelled up against his pants. This woman had a luscious looking pair of tits. She kind of reminded him of his mother. He wondered what it would be like to fuck with his mother.
Soon her blouse was off, and he unhooked her bra. The big breasts, with the already-swollen nipples, flopped free. He took the right one in his hands and started to squeeze and caress it.
Mrs. Houghton thought that felt fantastic. What she didn't know was that Paul had already had some practice on Jean, so even though he was only thirteen, he didn't have any trouble at all playing the active role in sex.
His cock was hurting now. He took one hand off of her tit and unzipped his pants. Then he pushed down his pants and underpants. Mrs. Houghton gave a squeal of excitement as she saw how big and hard the slim young boy's cock was. Her husband's cock hadn't been that big or hard for years. Her cunt gave a couple of spasmodic little contractions. She could imagine just what it would be like to have that hard prick inside her, sliding away.
Paul worked on her tits for a while longer, until her nipples were so big they felt like they were going to explode.
"Would you like me to go to work below your waist now, Ma'am?" Paul asked.
"Yes," she sighed.
His nimble fingers undid her skirt and pulled it off. She was wearing white panties. That made it easy for him to notice the dark spot of wetness at uie crotch. Mrs. Houghton had already secreted more pussy juice for Paul than her half-impotent husband had gotten out of her in the last five years.
Paul licked his lips as he looked at it. He remembered Jean's instructions to give the customer as much for her money as possible by first tonguing her, then fucking. He knelt between her legs as she sat on the bed. His tongue darted out and pressed against the soaking wet nylon of her panties.
Even with the panties in the way, the sensation of his tongue rubbing against her twat like that was almost enough to make Mrs. Houghton come.
Paul's cock stiffened up even more as he tasted the pussy-juice. He took several deep breaths through his nose so as to get as much cunt smell into his nostrils as he possibly could. He noticed that Mrs. Houghton's smell was somewhat different than Jean's. That didn't bother him. It was a good, female smell, anyway.
'Take my panties off! Take them off!" Mrs. Houghton groaned. Her cunt was about on fire. She had to have that tongue of his right on her tingling cunt lips.
Paul was glad to oblige. The young boy peeled the nylon away from her steamy pussy. His cock was throbbing with excitement. It would have to wait a little while longer for satisfaction, but he didn't mind. Waiting would just make his come even better when ft finally arrived.
He gazed admiringly at Mrs. Houghton's sex organs. The labia were bigger than Jean's but it just meant that there was more for him to put his tongue on. He could see her clit peeking out from between the soft, pink folds. It looked really hard and ready.
Slurp! His tongue darted out against the cunt lips. Mrs. Houghton shuddered. Then his tongue really started licking away, darting back and forth across her labia. They were glistening with cunt-juice. He kept slurping the delicious stuff into his mouth, but more and more of it came trickling out of her cunt, no matter how fast he licked.
He longed to put his hand on his cock, which was just begging for attention. But he knew that if he touched it it might go blasting away into thin air, and that way he wouldn't be able to give Mrs. Houghton's cunt the fuck that it wanted.
He rubbed his tongue against her cunt lips, and then slid it toward her fun-button.
"My clit!" she asked. "Lick my clit."
That was just what he had in mind, but he was going to make her wait for a little bit.
His tongue tip inched towards her pulsating pussy-button, while she gasped and moaned and tossed her head from side to side.
"Can't stand it!" she gasped. "Just can't!" She mashed her tits in her hands, rubbing the almost bursting nipples between her fingers.
The young boy's tongue hesitated for just a second while Mrs. Houghton felt like she was going to go straight out of her mind. Then it pressed good and hard against the tingling flesh.
Wham! Wham! WHAMMMM! Mrs. Houghton's cunt exploded like a string of Chinese firecrackers, her hips pulsing and quivering as the frantic come-need blasted through her like a shotgun.
Paul pressed his lips against her pussy and sort of rode with the punch, feeling his cock surge with excitement as he felt how he had driven this woman half out of her mind with horniness.
"Ohh ... ohhhhhhhh..., " she sighed, leaning back on the bed. She felt so fucked and contented that she could hardly breathe. Her crummy lay of a husband never ate her out. He always gave her some shit about how he didn't think it was "manly", even though he was hardly able to keep an erection for two minutes straight. But this little boy had just used his tongue to give her the finest come that she had had in years. Even if this was all she got out of him, she figured she'd had her money's worth out.
In fact, she was going to get lots more out of him, namely that cock of hrs. Paul was thirteen. Dressed, he could have been taken for twelve, or even younger, since he was kind of a frail boy. But naked, his cock erect, he could have been taken for eighteen! The rest of his body just hadn't caught up with his prick yet.
"Shall I fuck you now, Ma'am?" he asked.
Mrs. Houghton was still gasping from the fantastic tongue-job that he had just given her, and she was tempted to ask him to wait a second. She was only tempted for a short while, though. The sight of that cock, all hard and ready, was way too much to resist.
She nodded, and he got aboard. She lay back contentedly as he positioned his prick, the tip of it pressing against the entrance to her cunt.
As he slid the end of his knob into her inviting, female hole, Paul trembled with excitement. He was horny as hell, but it wasn't just that. He really felt like a big man. Jean had introduced him to sex. But now he was trying it out with someone else.
He slid his prick all the way in, so that his pelvis was pressing against hers. He waited for a moment. His cock was so excited that he was afraid that it would just come right away if he started moving it. He had enough experience from masturbation to know when his prick was really ready.
When he thought he had cooled down a bit, he started to piston the gasping, quivering woman. Slowly at first, in nice, easy strokes.
Oh, wow! Mrs. Houghton thought as she felt the movement of the prick inside her. Compared to this young boy, her husband was from nowheres-ville. And the boy was really respectful, too. It wasn't like her husband, who was always trying to cover up for his sexual inadequacy by trying to boss her around.
Paul's cock moved faster and faster, sliding on the layer of pussy-fluid that coated the inside of Mrs. Houghton's cunt. Her hips moved rhythmically in time with his.
He nuzzled her tits, sucking on one nipple and then the other, while continuing to piston her with his rod.
"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she gasped as she felt his cock pull her tingling labia across her clit again and again.
Her spine felt like it was going to snap in two, her back muscles were so tight. Her cunt clutched frantically at the cock as if to keep it from ever being taken away again. Her whole body was super-horny, super-ready ... .
Paul felt the sweat pour down his face as he pumped away. He was almost there ... .
He shoved his cock in one last time, and it exploded in a series of wild gushes, shooting his jism deep into her while she writhed with excitement. The feeling of his cock blasting away inside her was enough to get her over the top, and her cunt nearly melted with the heat of her frantic come, as all her pent-up sex-drive flashed through it at once.
"Coming! Coming! COMING!" she groaned as her hips bucked and heaved under the frail young boy.
When his cock stopped shooting, he pulled it gently out of her tingling pussy. She just lay there a while, unable to believe what a fantastic bang her cunt had had.
She got dressed, and followed Paul out of the bedroom.
"I hope I have a satisfied customer," Jean said as Mrs. Houghton handed over the fifty dollars.
"Don't worry," Mrs. Houghton replied, "I'll be back ... "
Just as she was going out the door, another woman came in, Julie Prebble, a friend of Linda's from way back.
like Mrs. Houghton, she seemed embarrassed at first.
"I guess I'll try anything once," she said.
As she headed into the bedroom with Scotty, Linda explained to Jean that Julie was frigid.
"She had a very bad experience as a girl, being raped by some guy. She's married to a fellow she-likes well enough, but he just can't get her twat off. I suggested to her if she could come just once that might break the logjam, and that with a little boy, maybe she wouldn't feel so intimidated."
Julie felt her nipples start to harden as she gazed at the slim young boy.
Maybe this time III finally be able to come, she thought. There certainly wasn't anything aggressive or frightening about little Scotty.
"Lie down on the bed please, Scotty," she said. It had taken her an effort to get her courage up enough to come here, and she was going to do things just like she wanted. She'd always wanted to play the aggressive role in sex, but she'd never known a guy who wanted to let her.
Scotty didn't have any objection. He was still kind of awed by the whole business of having sex, anyway.
As he lay there on the bed, Julie bent over him and started to unbutton his shirt. As soon as his small chest came into view, she started running her fingertips over it lightly. Scotty felt his cock start to swell up in his pants. There was something exciting about lying there passive while the woman did all the work.
Julie noticed how his cock was beginning to make a real bulge in his pants. She squeezed the bulge, and as she felt it grow bigger under her fingers, she noticed her panties were getting wet, and her clit was starting to stiffen up and throb with excitement. She was getting really turned on, for the first time in years.
"Nice?" she asked the young boy.
"Outasight," Scotty said.
She slid her hand down his chest and belly towards his cock. She pulled the zipper open, and then worked off his pants and underpants. His cock was all hard and ready. Though there wasn't anything soft or weak-looking about it, she felt more turned on than with her husband because somehow Scotty's cock wasn't threatening.
Her panties were so wet that they were starting to chafe against her cunt lips. She took off her skirt and then slid the nylon panties away from her cunt. The cool draft that she felt on her steamy pussy really felt fine.
Scotty thought he was going to go out of his mind, he felt so damn horny. Julie had a nice, dark patch of pubic hair, and he could guess just how nice her twat would feel around his cock.
She got astraddle him, with a knee on either side of his hips.
"Hold your cock up in the air, Scotty," she said to him. He did so, and she started to lower her hips down onto it. Soon the tip of his boyish prick was inside her. She rotated her hips, moving the shaft of the prick around in circles. Then, she slid the rest of the way down, her tight, wet pussy engulfing the boy's frantic penis.
She sat there a second, enjoying the feeling of having the thing stuck up into her like that. Then she started to work her body up and down over it, while Scotty gave little gasps of pleasure every time he felt the slick walls of her cunt slide over his' cock.
Up and down she went, faster and faster. She leaned forward more, so that he could get his hands on her tits. He started to squeeze and stroke them, and to tease the nipples. The latter were already really swollen and hard, but he was able to make them even bigger.
Julie couldn't believe how hot her cunt felt. Her husband was never able to turn her on. But now, when she could set the pace herself, she was really getting cranked up. Her labia kept brushing against her clit, and every time they did, she thought she was going to come. Normally, she was afraid she wouldn't be able to come. But here she was now not wanting to have an orgasm too soon before she had had time to really enjoy the sensation of that hard prick filling up her cunt.
"Uh! Uhh! UHHHH!" she groaned as she worked her hips faster and faster. She knew that she was right on the brink, and that it wouldn't be long before she was coming.
All of a sudden, a fist seemed to slam into her belly, followed by another and another, as she started to come really hard! She let out a little shriek of excitement as she felt the sensation that she had thought she would never be able to enjoy. Her cunt clutched frantically at his cock, and the cock responded by sending gob after gob of boy sperm shooting up into her. Her whole body shook with the force of the orgasm as all the pent-up come need of years ripped through it at once!
When it was over, she sat on top of his belly for a while gasping for breath. She could hardly believe how excited she was. She wasn't hopelessly frigid after all. She could come! She suspected that she might even be able to come with her husband from now on, now that she wouldn't have this terrible feeling of inability hanging over her head. And even if she couldn't, she would always be able to come back here.
Julie eased her cunt off of the boy's slowly-softening cock and said to him, "Thank you very much. That was really wonderful."
Scotty thought much the same.
The last customer of the day was another friend of Linda's, a woman in her late thirties named Bettina Landon. She didn't have any trouble having orgasms with her husband or with any of her numerous lovers. She was insatiable.
"Do you think I could have two boys at once?" she asked.
"Well, Paul," Jean said to him, "would you mind having another fuck?"
The expression on his face showed her very clearly that he wouldn't mind in the least. He had had a while to rest up from the fuck with Mrs. Houghton, so Jean figured that he'd be able to give Bettina Landon's pussy a good workout. And since Jim hadn't come yet, he should be in top form.
Jean explained to Bettina that having two boys at once would cost her twice as much as just having one, but Bettina just laughed and said, "Sex is the one thing you should never skimp on."
Once she got to the bedroom with the two boys, she thought about how to best enjoy herself with them. Jean had explained to her that Paul had had one come so far, but that Jim hadn't had any yet. She wanted some cunt-lapping, too.
"Jim," she said, "why don't you stick your prick in my mouth. Paul, you can lap my cunt."
She lay on the bed, and the two boys got into position. Soon Bettina saw Jim's cock next to her mouth. She gave it a kiss on the knob, and started to lick it like a cat licking at a bowl of cream.
Jim's prick gave a little quiver of anticipation. Meanwhile, Paul was sniffing at Bettina's cunt. One thing he had discovered was that the smell of women was something that really turned him on like hell.
Then, his tongue slid out of his mouth and he very gently jabbed the tip of it against Bettina's labia. He could see the muscles in her thighs twitch as he did that. He pressed his tongue against her cunt lips a little harder. Then he started to lick, sliding his tongue tip back and forth over the soft, pink surface of Bettina's pussy, and enjoying the taste of the female fluid she was secreting. The more of that there was, the stronger the female smell. That made him feel even more excited and lick even faster.
Bettina wiggled her ass against the bed as she felt the wonderful stimulation which her pussy was getting from Paul's tongue. There wasn't any way she could show Paul how much she enjoyed what he was doing to her twat, but she had to work off some of her excitement anyway, and she did that by concentrating on giving Jim's cock just about the best blow-job it would ever get.
Bettina was a really orally-oriented woman, and knew her stuff. She started out by kissing and licking the boy's prick until it was glistening with saliva. Her sensitive tongue told her just how tense and excited his cock was.
Then, she sucked on his balls for a while. They were pulled up really tight against the root of his cock. After that, she kissed her way up the length of his prick-shaft before sliding her lips over the end of his cock.
Jim longed to have her really suck on it, and that was just what she wanted too. But she figured that having to wait for something in sex usually just made it all the better, so she was going slowly. She just sucked on the very end of his cock at first, pulling with her lips on the fleshy knob. Then she slid her mouth down so that it was pressed against the tender spot where the knob joined the shaft.
Slurp! Slurp! Slurp! Paul's tongue darted back and forth across Bettina's soggy twat, driving it wild with come need. Not that he felt all that relaxed himself. Even though he had a come with Mrs. Houghton not so long before, the sight and smell of Bettina's cunt, the feeling of those silky-soft cunt lips against his tongue, had his cock as stiff as a board. He knew that he would be able to get another come out of it, and something told him that that was just exactly what Bettina was going to want.
He ran his tongue in and out of her vagina several times, as a change from licking at her cunt lips. That got his tongue all coated with pussy-juice, but that was just exactly what he wanted.
Bettina slid her lips down the whole length of Jim's cock so that all of it was in her mouth. That meant that the head was actually stuck part way down her throat, which didn't make for easy breathing, but breathing was the last thing in the world she was going to give a shit about when she had such a groovy sensation of being stuffed full of cock.
She started sliding her lips up and down the length of the cock, to change the pace, and her tongue also darted out to lick the boy's throbbing cock-knob.
He was right on the brink of his come. She knew that it wouldn't take much more at all to have him coming. And she felt the same way from the licking her pussy was getting from Paul.
Paul slid his tongue around the inside of her vagina, then moved it along her cunt lips towards her clit.
She would have moaned in excitement except that her mouth was filled full of another boy's cock. She pressed her lips against that cock even harder.
At that instant, Paul's tongue pressed against her clit. A wrenching shudder tore through her hips, followed by a whole series of them, as she began to come like had. Her mouth convulsively squeezed Jim's cock, and a second later she felt a stream of warm jism splatter against the back of her mouth, while the twin's penis quivered between her lips. Jim hadn't had a come yet, and that meant that he really had plenty of spunk to give her. His cock gushed and gushed like it was never going to stop. Her mouth was filled with sperm, and still the boy kept on shooting.
Paul's tongue continued to slide back and forth over Bettina's soggy labia, even as her hips shook and trembled with the force of her come. There just wasn't any way that he could get too much of that woman-juice. His cock was so hard it felt like it was going to break in two. He sure hoped that she would let him put it in her cunt soon.
Bettina was getting it in the cunt and the mouth at the same time. It was really outasight for her. She always enjoyed sex, but as she lay there with Jim's prick gushing into her mouth and Paul's tongue running back and forth over her twat, she had to figure that this was just about the best sex she had ever gotten.
When Jim's cock stopped firing, she sort of basted it with its own juices, using her tongue to smear it with the sperm that it had shot into her mouth. Then she pulled her lips away very carefully, making sure not to spill any of the sperm. She opened her mouth while tilting her head back so that Jim could see just how much spunk he had fired into her. Then she swallowed the stuff in one big gulp.
"Okay, Paul," she said to the other boy. Her cunt felt so tender that it just couldn't stand to be licked any more right at the moment. He took his mouth away from it after giving one last lick. The three of them lay on the bed resting for a moment. Then Bettina remembered that although Paul had licked her cunt, he hadn't had a chance to get his cock off yet. Even though she knew he had already had one come earlier with another woman, she figured there weren't many men who could smell and lick a twat without their cocks feeling ready for some more action by the time they had finished.
She was always horny, so that even though she had just had a come, she figured that another one would be just fine.
"Okay, Paul," she said, "how would you like a little exercise for that cock of yours?"
"You bet."
"Have you ever fucked a woman when her legs were held together?"
Paul shook his head. He couldn't imagine how that would be possible.
"Well, I guess there's a first time for everything. The men I've done it with in the past all tell me that it's one of the best positions that a cock could wish for."
She lay back on the bed with her knees pressed tightly together. That meant that her cunt was completely hidden. Paul hoped that she was going to give him a few instructions on what to do.
"Okay," she said, "now get on top of me with your knees on either side of mine."
After he did that, she took hold of his hard cock and guided it between her thighs. Even though her thighs were pressed together, they were soft enough so that the cock could push the flesh out of the way without any difficulty at all. She positioned the end of his prick in the entrance to her vagina, and told him to shove his pecker the rest of the way in.
As he did so, he realized that this was a great position. Because her vagina was up in the basin of her hips, it wasn't affected by the position of her legs, but the entrance to it was. Her cunt lips were squeezed between her thighs and his cock. That meant lots of exciting pressure for both him and her.
He started to slide his cock back and forth inside her. He went a bit slowly at first, because he was so unused to the position they were using, but then he started to pick up speed, and soon he was really slamming his prick into her again and again, forcing apart the soft folds of her labia.
"Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" she gasped as she felt him work her twat. "Play with my tits!"
He took her big breasts in his hands and squeezed them. He rubbed her nipples between the thumb and forefinger of each hand and felt the breast-tips swell up to about three times their normal size.
Bettina was breathing heavily in time to the thrusts that he was giving her with his cock. Every nerve in her body was tingling as she felt that hard cock slide into her again and again.
"Gotta come," she gasped, "just gotta ... . "
Paul had to come too. His prick felt like it was on fire. His balls were pulled up tight against the root of it, ready to shoot their load of jism into her. His leg muscles tensed and flexed with each thrust of his cock.
He gave one last shove, and felt his cock start to quiver and tremble as it pumped on into her, spurting boy sperm into her womb.
Her super-sensitized twat felt his cock quiver, and the extra stimulation that caused, plus the knowledge that the boy was coming, rushed her to her peak without any difficulty. Her pussy hesitated for an instant, and then it really let loose as the com e-s hocks that slammed into it felt like they were going to tear her apart.
"AHH! AAHHHHH! AHHHHHHH!" she groaned as her pussy clutched convulsively at his spasming rod. The woman and the boy child rocked back and forth together as they came and came and came.
Paul waited for a moment, and then pulled his cock out of Bettina's cunt. Long threads of sperm trailed back to Bettina's twat. She glanced at Jim and noticed that the boy's cock was all stiff again. Watching her fuck had been enough to get him wound up again.
She got onto her hands and knees and presented her cunt to him. The boy knew exactly what this insatiable woman wanted as he got behind her. He placed his hands on her waist to steady himself and then he slid his cock into her twat.
He moved it into her very slowly and she gave little moans of delight as she felt the boy's prick enter her inch by inch.
Finally, he had it all the way in. He jiggled it back and forth playfully for a moment before starting to plunge his quivering meat in and out of her palpitating cunt.
Bettina had had two orgasms already, but she was really hot for a third. like she told Linda, she was really insatiable, and this fresh, young boy-cock was just about the best prick she'd had in a long time.
As Jim shoved his cock into her again and again, she moved her hips in time to his strokes.
Jim leaned forward and cupped her tits in his hands. He pulled on the nipples as if he were milking a cow. That really turned Bettina on. The idea of being treated like a bitch in heat was one of the things she liked about dog-style fucks, but the fantasy of being a cow with big udders was also kind of neat.
He then took a nipple in each hand and pulled her breasts in opposite directions, before letting go, so that they bounced back together.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" she grunted in time to his strokes. Her whole body felt like a dishcloth that was being wrung out. She couldn't believe how horny she was. Her clit was throbbing like a tooth with a toothache.
She felt her cunt give a frantic contraction around his prick, followed by another and another, as she started to come.
He pressed her tits really hard as his cock began to spew, letting her have its load in a series of nervous spurts.
As the two of them got up from the bed, Bettina realized that even though a hundred dollars was quite a lot of money for an afternoon's entertainment, she had certainly gotten her money's worth.
After she left, Linda and Jean gave the boys their share of the money. They were really excited to get it. Their mothers made sure that they didn't waste the money they received from modeling. But their mothers weren't going to know anything about this money. It was real gravy, too. The modeling was boring, but here they were being paid for something that was fun. The women they'd fucked that afternoon were damn good lays.
"Well, Jean," Linda said after the boys had gone. "Not a bad little haul for a first experimental session. And we can expand, too. Have several more boys, for instance, and more customers."
Jean agreed that it had been very successful. She left the apartment and headed towards her hotel. She had seventy-five dollars in her purse that she hadn't had a couple of hours before. But her feelings about what she had been doing were kind of mixed. A few days ago she had been a commercial photographer. Now she was a madam. She didn't think she was doing the boys any harm-males always seemed to want all the fucking they could get, and the boys didn't seem to feel at all degraded by what they were doing. But the setup still seemed kind of odd to her. She wished that things had worked out differently in her marriage. She wished that grown men weren't such a bunch of insecure, aggressive bullies.
Well, she thought, I guess I might as well wish for the moon while I'm at it.