Chapter 1
There he was again.
Janet walked out onto the small balcony and leaned over the black iron railing. Her hotel room, which overlooked the spacious garden below her, was only two short stories up, so she had no trouble seeing the young boy quite clearly. She could feel her heart hammering in her chest.
He was idly walking toward her down the pebbled path which ran around the entire garden. He was apparently deep in thought, his eyes downcast, his hands clasped behind his back. Now and then he would absently kick at the pebbles in front of him with the toe of his shoe.
Janet had first seen him during lunch two days ago in the hotel dining room. Like her, he was eating alone, looking slightly self-conscious. She later learned he was eighteen; though he was small for his age and very thin, he looked more like fifteen.
He had the most beautiful face Janet had ever seen. Not just handsome, or merely cute. Almost angelic. His skin was pale, the paleness accentuated by his long curly blond hair.
She stopped eating and stared at him. It was as if a spell had been cast over her; she was completely transfixed by him. Although the dining room was half full, it seemed to Janet that she and the young boy were the only two people there. She simply couldn't take her eyes off him.
She thought she caught him from the corner of her eye looking at her in the same fixed way, but she couldn't be certain. Her food was cold by the time she finished eating.
She had been at the hotel for nearly a week. She had heard of its quiet, intimate atmosphere. She needed to be alone now. To rest and contemplate what she was going to do with her life now that her husband was dead. He had suffered a stroke, and now that he was buried and gone Janet was alone in the world.
Janet was thirty-two years old. She had married a man years older than herself. They hadn't many friends. He had been a workaholic, having amassed in a relatively short period of time a sizable fortune which was now all hers. She could live well for the rest of her life.
But that couldn't compensate for her loneliness.
So perhaps, she thought, it's not so strange after all-this infatuation I suddenly have for the young boy. But she knew it was more than infatuation.
She could feel the tingling between her legs. Her panties were moist with her female juices. She decided not to lean so far over the railing because she was feeling weak. Somehow she would have to talk to the boy, get close to him. Why, for instance, was he all alone? Where were his parents, or friends? Was he waiting for someone? How long would he be staying? All these thoughts ran through her head.
She had an idea.
She rushed back into her room and took a bracelet out of her jewelry box. She ran back outside and waited for the boy to get closer. When he was almost underneath her balcony, on his way back into the hotel, she dropped the bracelet. It landed right in front of him. He looked up, startled.
"Oh, I'm sorry," she called down to him. "I didn't hit you, did I?"
He shielded his eyes from the sun. "Uh, no...." He bent down and picked up the bracelet.
"I was taking it off and it fell out of my hands," she explained. "Lucky thing you were there. Would you mind very much bringing it up to me?"
He shrugged. "No, I guess not. What's your room number?"
She told him.
"I'll be right up."
"Thank you," she said, smiling. "You're very sweet."
. She then realized she had nothing on but her terrycloth robe. "What would I be doing wearing a bracelet now?" she asked herself aloud, laughing nervously. There wasn't time to change, but perhaps that was for the better.
She decided then and there that this was her opportunity. She hadn't known until now what that meant. She was going to have the boy. He looked so innocent, so ... fragile. She craved the smooth whiteness of his young flesh.
She stood in the center of the room and slipped her hand inside her robe. She combed her fingers through her dark, bushy cunt hairs. Her knees felt wobbly. She slipped her middle finger between her puffy cunt lips and began fingering her swollen clitoris, rocking on the balls of her feet. Her doorbell rang.
She fixed her robe and walked unsteadily to the door. I could use a drink, she thought. She opened the door and he stood before her, smiling shyly. He held up the bracelet.
"Oh, thank you." She took the bracelet, their fingers touching briefly. "Come in for a minute. It's awfully hot out. Let me get you something to drink."
She saw him looking at her half-concealed tits. They were big and round, the nipples, which were now pointed and hard, pressed against the front of the robe. He swallowed and blushed. "No, thank you ... I, uh, better be going."
"Don't be silly," she said, ushering him into the room. Now that he was so close to her she felt the excitement building inside her. He was wearing a tight pair of faded shorts and a loose tee shirt. She looked down and saw the distinct bulge of his crotch.
My God, she thought, his cock looks enormous! She could feel her hands shaking.
"Are you staying here alone?" she asked, beckoning him to sit beside her on the couch by the window.
He sat down. "Uh, no, that is, I'm waiting for my folks. They decided to see some friends around here. I didn't want to tag along so they said it would be okay if I stayed here on my own for a few days. They'll be back day after tomorrow."
"You must be lonely all by yourself." Janet edged closer to him, until their legs were touching. This is crazy, she thought. I'm actually trying to seduce a boy young almost enough to be my own son! But she couldn't stop herself.
"No ... uh ... it's okay. I don't mind it.
It's nice here."
"Oh, it's lovely. Look, why don't I get you something to drink? You look a little thirsty.
How about a little wine?"
"Yeah, okay." It was the first time he had been offered anything stronger than a soft drink.
She poured them both a glass from the bar. She was hoping he would get a bit tipsy. That would make it easier for her. Though something at the back of her mind told her he already knew of her intentions.
He finished the wine in a few quick gulps.
"Well, you really were a bit thirsty." She took his glass. "Here, I'll get you some more."
He watched her walk across the room to the bar, wishing her robe was opened so he could see her tits. They were the biggest looking things! He could feel himself getting a hard-on. He quickly rearranged the front of his shorts so she wouldn't see it.
She sipped her wine as he downed nearly the entire glass. He ran his tongue over his lips. "This is really good."
She smiled, positioning herself so her leg was pressed against his again. "What's your name?" she asked.
"Tommy."
"Mine's Mrs. Williams. But please call me Janet."
"Are you here with your husband?" He slurred his words slightly. Her heart leaped when she realized he was getting a little drunk.
"No. My husband's dead. I'm here on my own. Relaxing."
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear about your husband."
She placed her hand on his thigh and gave it a slight squeeze. "You're very sweet to say that. I can see you're a boy with good manners." She didn't remove her hand. Instead, she let it trail up his thigh, pushing the leg opening of his shorts up to reveal a white flash of his underpants. He gulped.
"Finish your wine," she whispered. "You know...." She tried to keep her voice as casual as possible. "You really are a handsome young boy, Tommy. I noticed you in the dining room the other afternoon."
"I-I noticed you, too," he said, suddenly panting for breath. He tried to look inside her partially opened robe.
"Were you thinking the same things I was?" she asked, slipping her hand up inside his tee shirt, caressing his chest, feeling the fluttering of his heart like a caged bird in his chest.
The room seemed to spin before him. He realized the wine had gone to his head, but he liked the feeling. He liked the way her hand pressed against his chest. It felt good. Natural. He began to relax, though he couldn't stop the trembling in his hands.
"What do you mean?" He wanted to feel her tits. His cock was rock hard in his shorts. It ached to be touched. He wanted to feel it, but he couldn't find the courage to tell her that.
He knew where they were both headed and he was powerless to stop it happening. Part of him wanted to leap up and run out of her room, but he couldn't move. It was as if his feet were stuck in glue. He felt funny sensations. His loins tingled. He wanted to press his lips against her breasts.
"I was thinking how nice it would be if we could both become ... friends ... very good, close friends," she explained.
"I think I better be going." He was becoming frightened. He had never been this close to a woman before. He was shy with girls his own age. But he wasn't stupid. He knew what she was trying to do. He just wasn't completely sure he wanted her to go ahead and do it.
But she was rather beautiful ... and those tits ... so big and round and full ... his fingers itched to touch them.
As if reading his thoughts, she loosened the sash holding the robe together and he could see one of her tits, nipple and all. Janet thought his eyes would pop out of his head.
"Go on," she said soothingly. "Touch them. Like I said, I want us to become really good friends."
He reached out and gingerly laid his hand over her mound.
"Are you hard?" she whispered, leaning over to kiss him, her tongue slipping between his hot, dry lips. She tasted the wine on his breath.
He had never been kissed like that before. Now more than ever he wanted to run out of her room. "Hard?" he asked. He found it hard to concentrate.
"Your cock. Is it hard?"
He blushed to the roots of his scalp. "I-I really have to go...." He started to get up, surprised his body was obeying his wish, when she pushed him back down again. He felt her hand on his crotch. She rubbed it, feeling the hard outline of his erect peter.
"My God, you are big, aren't you?" She unbuttoned his shorts and pulled down the zipper. He began to tremble violently.
"Don't be frightened, Tommy," she cooed softly. "I'm not going to hurt you. Just the opposite. You've never been with a girl before, have you?"
"N-no."
She smiled. "I'll make it good for you. I promise. I've been so lonely lately. Since my husband died. Meeting you like this ... having the feelings I have for you ... it ... it was meant to be. We were meant to be. Don't you agree, sweetheart?"
She pulled down his shorts, her eyes mesmerized by his long, thick member which bulged against the confines of his white briefs. There was a small wet stain where his prick head pressed against the elastic band.
His hand returned to her tit. He couldn't help himself. He had never felt so excited before. New feelings were taking hold of him.
"Don't you want to make love to me?" she asked, her voice caressing him, putting him at ease as if he were being hypnotized.
"Yes, I d-do," he stammered.
"Do you know how to fuck?"
"I-I don't know ... will you help me?"
Janet was overjoyed. She couldn't believe she was actually succeeding with him. "Of course I will, baby. Now let's see that big dick of yours. Lift your ass up. That's it."
She pulled down his underpants and his cock, which had been caught by the elastic waistband, sprang straight up in the air, then slapped loudly back against his belly. She couldn't believe her eyes.
'You must be more than nine inches long," she gasped. She held his thick member. "It's the biggest thing I've ever seen. You lucky, lucky young man I"
"Is it really that big?" he asked.
"Darling, I can't begin to tell you. And thick ... my God it's thick as a tree trunk! It's ... it's magnificent! I love it!"
"Now will you take off your robe?" he asked softly.
"First let me take off your tee shirt. Slip off your canvas shoes."
His skin was baby soft and white as marble. His tuft of pubic hairs was the same light blond as his hair. She ran her fingers through it and he moaned.
"Undue my belt, sweetheart," she said, stroking his hard young penis.
"If-if you keep on doing that I'm going to to "
"Cum?"
He nodded, blushing again.
"There's no need to be embarrassed or ashamed, Tommy." She laughed. "Especially not when I'm holding your beautiful prick. Just relax. Don't worry about cumming."
She helped him take off her robe. His eyes were wide as saucers as he looked at her naked body.
"You're ... you're beautiful!" He sighed.
"Touch me, Tommy. That's it. Feel me. Every part of me."
His hands went to her tits, lifting up her heavy, round globes. He rubbed his fingers over her pointed nipples. They looked large. Very large and prominent. He tweaked her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, feeling a renewed surge of pleasant sensations in his loins.
She held his balls in the palm of her hand, feeling their cum-filled weight. Adorable, she thought. Absolutely adorable! My God, if anyone ever caught us together!
"Now my pussy," she whispered, spreading her legs wide apart.
She took his trembling hand and placed it on her muff.
"Stick your middle finger inside me ... feel how hot and wet I am for you. That's a good sign ... ; if a woman is wet it means she's ready to fuck."
"I've never seen a ... a cunt before. Never touched one. I have so much to learn."
"Yes, and I'll teach you everything you have to know. Let me teach you, baby. You see now that I'm not going to hurt you. You'll see how much pleasure I can give you."
She moaned as he slipped his middle finger all the way inside her creamy cunt folds. He inadvertently reamed across her clit button and she moaned with pleasure.
"Does that feel good? Am I doing the right thing?"
She opened her eyes and smiled dreamily. "Oh Lord, yes, baby. Exactly the right thing. You're learning fast. I can see we're going to have a lot of fun together."
She stroked his cock faster and faster, feeling his mushroom-shaped prick head swell and turn a purplish color.
"Jeez ... I'm telling you I'm going to cum," he said between clenched teeth.
"It's alright, sweetheart, I want you to shoot your load. Get the first one over with so we can fuck nice and slowly. I want to enjoy every fucking inch of your thick young tool!"
He had never heard anyone talk that way before, let alone a woman I
"I've never felt this way before ... my cock ... feels so funny ... pressure building up. Ohhh brother ... this feels so good, Janet., .so good I"
"Let it go, Tommy," she said, her fist flailing over his raging tumescence.
"I-I-I have to ... I can't stop it!" He started hopping up and down on the couch. His face had a wild look of alarm on it, as if all hell was about to break loose.
"That's it, baby, that's it...."
"Ohhh shit ... it's so intense ... never so intense before. I'm going to shoot cum clear across the room. Ohh shit, shit, shit!"
He was gyrating and writhing and moving like a jack-in-the-box. His cock started to ooze more watery pre-cum. Then he let out a cry of pleasure which made Janet's blood boil. He threw his head back and another scream caught in the back of his throat, as if someone was strangling him.
His cock erupted, his first wad hitting Janet's cheek.
"Oh God ... shit! Janet ... jeez!"
He couldn't sit still. He pumped into the woman's fist, watching himself cumming, his fuck wads shooting in all directions at once. He never thought he had so much semen in his body!
Spunk dripped over Janet's knuckles, splashed against her thighs and his, ran down his shaft, lubricating her fist strokes. Her fist began making a wet, squishy sound as it continued going up and down over his jerking member. She loved watching him-it looked as if he was going to hit the ceiling!
He arched his back and seemed to rise up off the couch. Then he sighed deeply, gratefully, and his body fell back against the sofa. He panted for breath, his chest heaving. She gave his prick one final squeeze and he groaned with pleasure. While he lay back, catching his breath, Janet went into the bathroom and wiped the cum off her hand and face. She brought the towel back with her to clean off the jism lying in viscous pools on the boy and the couch.
He blushed when she wiped the cum off him.
"Did that feel good?"
"Yes."
"Do you want to fuck me now?"
She stood up, her cooze staring him right in the face. "Yes," he whispered.
She took his hand. "Let's go over to the bed."
He let himself be led to her neatly made up bed. Her hand felt slightly moist. He could feel his cock becoming hard again. It was as if he was dreaming. He half-expected to wake up any moment.
She lay back on the bed and spread her legs, placing her hand on her cunt in order to excite him. She parted her pussy lips and rubbed her labia. She looked down at the boy's cock and saw she was getting the desired results. He was sitting on the very edge of the bed, looking as if he was about to bolt out the door.
"Lie next to me," she said, taking hold of his arm. "I know you want to touch me ... to feel every part of me...."
She ran her hands over his firm young buttocks. She could feel them quivering.
"I-I don't know if I want to go through with this," he said, his voice barely a whisper. "What we're doing ... I mean ... it's not ... right. We've done too much already ... if my parents ever found out...."
"Don't be so shy. Your parents aren't even here. You said yourself they won't be for a couple of days yet. I won't tell them if you don't. Come on. I know it's your first time and you feel a little awkward, but I'll help you. I'll make you feel more pleasure than you ever imagined."
He believed her. His cock pulsated with desire.
"What ... what do I do?"
"You really are innocent, aren't you? But you do want to have me. I can tell." She stroked his hard cock. "It's obvious, isn't it? Look how firm and thick your cock is. It's remarkable. So, so big...."
Becoming more daring, and much more aroused, he traced the pouting outline of her vulva with his forefinger.
"That's more like it. Look, uh, perhaps you're not quite ready to fuck me yet. I want you to be absolutely sure. Why don't I suck your cock first? Maybe after that you can slip it inside my tight, hot pussy."
Her words made him flush crimson again. He felt like a fool. He was naive for his age. He never imagined a woman would want to take his penis into her mouth, but the idea excited him. Would she swallow my cum too? he wondered.
She pressed him back onto the bed and at the same time got to her knees and curled her body around his, taking hold of his prick and digging into his gaping piss slit with the tip of her tongue. He moaned, his legs spreading open.
"You let me do all the work, baby," she whispered. "Just relax ... relax...."
Her voice was so soothing; it had a hypnotic effect on him. He was still frightened of her, but he knew she could do anything to him, ask anything of him, and he wouldn't resist; he would give in to her completely.
She held his peter up, licking his domed cock head in circular motions, first the smooth, delicately shaped head, then she trailed around the ridge, biting the little piece of hanging flesh directly under the cleavage.
She fondled his balls with her other hand, lifting them up, caressing them. His scrotum was also quite large, the balls virtually hairless and smooth as a baby's bottom. She kneaded them between her fingers, feeling the inner sacs swimming in their own pools of cum.
"Oh boy ... that feels good!" he gasped. He reached out and played with her melon-shaped tits as she ran her tongue up and down the underside of his prick shaft.
He loved the way her lips and tongue would work together over his tumescence, aided by the merest brush of her fingertips. She was creating sensations he never thought existed inside him before. He had masturbated, and always felt guilt afterwards, remembering how once his mother had told him it was wrong, but the feelings he experienced then-even at the blissful moment of orgasm-were nothing like those which this strange, wonderful woman brought out.
Tommy watched as inch by inch his cock disappeared inside Janet's eagerly sucking mouth. He was amazed she was able to suck his almost ten-inch shaft without even pausing for breath.
He saw her nostrils flaring out each time she exhaled, and realized she was only breathing through her nose. He could feel himself seeming to thicken even more between her lips.
Tommy had always been kidded in school-while taking a shower after gym-about the size of his cock. Ever since reaching puberty he was made painfully aware he was more endowed than other boys. Some of the boys' cocks looked like thimbles next to his.
Now Janet made him proud of his big dick. He saw how much pleasure it was giving her. He remembered the look in her eyes the first time she had seen it. Not a look of amusement, or even of fear, as some of his school friends expressed, but pure delight and admiration.
And when he realized that he was lying back on this woman's bed, in an unfamiliar hotel out in the country, having his cock sucked for the first time, he wanted to jump for joy. She made him feel as if he was the most important person in the world, something even his parents couldn't make him feel. It seemed to Tommy they treated him more often than not with indifference, hinting that he was even a burden to them.
But Janet was different. He liked her. Under the circumstances, he thought, that's the least I can do! And he knew she must like him too. Otherwise, why would she be giving him so much pleasure?
He started automatically pumping his pelvis up, sending his cock deep into her mouth. She sucked harder and harder. He clenched his teeth, feeling the ecstatic rise of cum up his shaft.
"Christ," he muttered under his breath. Then aloud: "Christ!"
He arched his back, waiting for the sudden flash of pleasure, when she suddenly stopped sucking. He fell back on the bed and looked up at her, hurt in his eyes. She smiled.
"Don't worry," she said. "I'm stopping for a moment only to make your climax even more pleasurable."
Then, without a word, she went down on him again, this time with such fierceness he thought she would bite his cock shaft in half. She was right, though. Already he could feel the tension renewing itself, becoming much more intense, promising an even more delightful cum.
He humped up at her while she rolled his golf ball-sized nuts in her hand.
"Ohhh shit ... shit ... I can feel it, Janet. Here it cums ... ohhh ... ohhhh." His voice got higher and higher, until he was squealing with pleasure.
There was a roaring in his ears and it felt as if a hurricane was churning inside his loins. He humped her mouth faster ... faster, a wild grin on his face. His balls felt as if they were about to burst!
Placing one hand under his buttocks and lifting him up slightly, Janet sucked him like a woman possessed. It was incredible, what he was feeling, simply incredible!
He climaxed, screaming with pleasure, her mouth filling with his thick white wads of cum. Her lips were like suction cups over his dick. He threw his head back and howled in ecstasy.
His jism tasted like bananas and cream, sweet and delicious. And sizzling hot. It soothed as it went down her throat. She sucked his tool for all it was worth, craving even more of his spicy sauce.
She gave his prick one final languid suck and let his shaft slip wetly from between her lips. It glistened with her saliva.
"Jeez!" was all the boy could say. He was wet with perspiration. His chest was heaving.
"I bet there's more where that came from," she said, licking her cum-stained lips.
"That was really ... terrific!" His eyes gleamed. He sat up, hungrily eying her cooze. Her heart leaped with joy. I've really got myself a live one, she thought. He'll be more than willing to fuck all day long. One taste was all he needed....
"Think you're ready to become a man?" she asked pompously.
"I-I hope I can get it up again."
She laughed. "It hasn't gone down yet."
It was true. He looked down and chuckled to himself. His cock, which oozed a thin trail of cum, was still hard as a rock. It looked more enormous than ever.
"I think you and I are going to have a lot of fun together, sweetheart," she said, lying back on the bed, her spread legs on either side of him.
"You'll teach me ... everything, won't you?" he asked, getting to his knees, stroking his cock in front of her, watching for her reaction, seeing the excitement on her face.
"Everything," she whispered.
"Janet...."
"Yes?"
"I still can't believe it. I mean, what we've been doing. It seems like I've known you all my life. I feel ... I don't know ... different, I guess. Another person. You make me feel so good ... so important."
"That's because you are important. I could see that the moment I saw you. You're so beautiful. I know that's not the right thing to say to a boy. I should say handsome. But you're more than that. You're quite a striking young boy and I like you very much. You've given me more pleasure already than any man I've ever had."
He beamed with delight. "Have you had a lot of men?"
She shrugged. "Many before I married. A few afterward...." She had a faraway look in her eyes, as if she was focusing on something over Tommy's shoulder. He got beside her and laid his head between her tits.
"What was your husband like? Did you do all this with him ... I mean, suck his cock and all?"
She combed her fingers through his curly blond hair, her eyes still focused on something in the distance. "At first, yes. But he wasn't ... How can I put this? He wasn't a sexually oriented person. He could take or leave it. His first passion was money. He loved to make money. Lots of it."
"Are you rich?"
"Yes. But much richer since meeting you." He looked up at her. "You're just saying that."
"No. I wish we could be together always. I feel the same way about you as you do about me. It's as if I've known you all my life." She laughed. "The son I never had. And here I am seducing you! You're so young."
"I'm eighteen," he said, pouting.
She arched her brow. "Older than you look, as funny as that might sound to someone your age. Even so, eighteen is young. Oh my God, it's very young. You'll appreciate that when you get older. I never thought I would have a latent passion for a young boy, but I must admit I've never seen a boy as beautiful ... excuse me, as handsome as you are. I think you're the devil in disguise!"
"And what does that make you?" he asked, giggling like a little boy. She could see he was as completely captivated by her as she was by him.
To think he'll only be mine for a couple of days. I wish I could take him home with me! Aloud, she replied: "That makes me your slave!"
"Oh, I'd like that."
"I bet you would."
He put his hand on her cunt. "How old were you when you first ... did it?"
"Go on and say it. Fuck."
He blushed, then repeated the word for her.
"You are the funniest thing," she said, smiling. "Here you are, lying naked with me, having just had your cock sucked, and you're afraid to say the word fuck. But to answer your question. I was very young when I first ... did it. Younger than you. One of my cousins, shall we say, forced himself on me. We were both very young.
"I was staying with relatives. They had a farm. We went into the barn one afternoon. Funny, I can remember it as if it were yesterday. Anyway, let's see ... I was twelve and he was thirteen or fourteen, I can't remember exactly. I remember he had very little hair on his cock."
"Was his cock big? Like mine?"
"No. I don't think any boy's cock is as big as yours." She paused to stroke his tumescence lovingly. He waited for her to continue.
"Tell me about it in detail," he said impatiently.
"I might burn your innocent little ears off."
"I doubt it," he said defensively. "I'm not that innocent now."
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it to sound that way."
"Well, go on then. Let's hear it."
"I haven't told this to anyone, you know, let alone in graphic detail. Too bad you aren't a porno movie producer. This would make a great script. Okay, okay! Let's see. My cousin's name was Michael. Is Michael. I haven't seen him since that eventful summer. He was precocious for his age. I remember he was always looking up my skirt or trying to cop a feel. My tits were quite big, even at that tender age. All the boys at school had their eyes on them.
"Well. Anyway. This particular afternoon we were skipping stones on the river that ran near my uncle's farm. It started to rain. We made a dash for the farm, but were already pretty soaked by the time we had reached the barn. So Michael suggested we stay in there for a while, then go to the house later to change. I guess I had a sort of crush on him. I would do anything he asked without hesitation.
"So we went into the barn. There was thunder and lightning. I was a little scared. He took my hand and we went up the wooden ladder to the upper level where all the hay was kept. It was old and musty and smelled of animals.
"Michael said we might as well make ourselves comfortable on the hay and wait for the storm to pass. He sat down, with his back resting against one of the hay pilesthere was straw all over the floor-and I sat beside him. I started to shiver. I was afraid of the thunder. He put his arm around me and held me close.
"Then he started to kiss me. I tried to push him away and told him to stop. I remember he laughed and told me he had something to show me. He unzipped his pants and pulled down his underpants and whipped out his cock. It was stiff and very long and very thin, not thick like yours. It was the first time I had ever seen a boy's penis, let alone one that was erect.
"He took my hand and curled my fingers around his shaft so I held him in my fist. Then he told me to go up and down, that I would make him feel really good. I was so embarrassed. Shocked, I guess. But I did as he asked. I couldn't take my eyes off his cock. So this is what a boy's thing looks like, I remember thinking to myself.
"He started unbuttoning my blouse. I was so ... spellbound by his hard prick-it felt so warm and rubbery in my hand and I could feel myself getting excited, a strange tingling sensation between my legs that was new to me-that I let him undress me. He was panting and he had a wild look in his eyes. His hands were trembling. I could feel my heart pounding.
"He told me to keep stroking him. Then he stopped unbuttoning long enough to pull down his pants. He told me to play with his balls too, but to be very gentle, I might hurt him.
"Of course I did as he asked and he resumed unbuttoning my blouse, nearly snapping off some of the buttons because his hand was shaking so much. He tugged the blouse off over my shoulders, then undid the strap of my bra. I remember it took him a little while." Janet laughed, shaking her head.
"He started to feel my breasts. I remember it felt nice. My nipples were very hard and he squeezed and caressed them, getting me more excited. Then I started to kiss him. I felt his tongue slipping between my lips. I sucked on it. He became more excited. He leaned over me and reached up under my dress. He slipped his hand inside my by now wet panties and he moaned.
"I felt his fingers combing through my pubic hairs. I didn't have too many then. And his middle finger went up inside me. I remember telling him how good that made me feel. That seemed to get him even more excited.
"I helped him take off my dress and then he quickly pulled off his tee shirt. His eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw my cunt for the first time. He started touching me all over. I continued stroking him until he suddenly let out a yell and he shot his load all over me. I didn't know what had happened. I stopped stroking him. He grabbed his cock and continued masturbating, all the time staring at my cunt. I watched all that thick cum shoot out of his prick. He turned red as a beet, the biggest smile on his face.
"He looked so funny! After he had finished cumming he fell back against the hay pile. I rubbed his cream between my fingers and felt how sticky it was. He took out his handkerchief and wiped my hand and his, and his thigh and belly where there were big globs of jism.
"Then he said he wanted to fuck me. Needless to say we were both virgins. I was very innocent then. I never even played with myself, though I suspect Michael masturbated quite frequently, as boys his age will. I was frightened. I told him I wanted to go to the house. But it was still raining-it was coming down in buckets-and there was still the thunder and lightning. I let him do it.
"He opened my legs and got between them. I think at first he really didn't know what he was doing. He was panting. He was trembling all over. He couldn't even speak, he was so excited. I felt myself getting warm and my pussy got very wet. He took his cock in his hand and lowered himself down awkwardly on top of me, nearly crushing me.
"I felt his cock head pressing between my cunt lips. He pressed down into me. It hurt. There was blood. He felt enormous inside me. He started slowly at first, getting the hang of it. Then his pelvis really started to move as he became more and more excited and neared his climax.
"He whispered in my ear how good it felt. He was gasping and sighing and moaning. Then I wrapped my legs around him and moaned myself. I was beginning to feel things, sensations I'd never felt before. It felt good, really good! I started to pump back at him and soon the two of us were fucking up a storm!
"He came pretty quickly, lurching forward on top of me. He let out a scream and I climaxed. I was flooded with these fantastic sensations. It felt as if I was melting into the hay, and his body was melting into mine, like candle wax or something. I loved it!
"He kept pumping me even after he had shot his load. 'Oh God, oh God,' he kept on saying. Then he pulled out of me and looked down and saw the blood. His cock shaft was bloody too. He had broken my hymen, of course, and it had been terribly painful at first. I had cried out but I think that had only excited him more. He really must have gotten off on the idea he was practically raping me. But the pain soon turned to pleasure. Ever since then I've been trying to capture that first time-that strange blend of pain and pleasure."
Tommy's cock was pulsating with desire. But he wanted to hear more.
"So what happened after that?" he asked after she stopped. He slipped his middle finger inside her cunt. He started to finger fuck her. "Please, Janet, tell me."
"He wiped us off with his handkerchief again. I felt stiff and funny inside. It was a good thing I didn't become pregnant."
"Did you fuck him again?"
"Yes, but that was later. After we balled for the first time he was so overwhelmed by it all-he kept on saying, 'I'm not a virgin anymore, I'm not a virgin!'-that he started touching and kissing me all over. He said he wanted to taste my flesh, or something crazy like that.
"He licked and sucked my tits, getting my nipples very hard again. Then his tongue trailed wetly down my body, drilling into my belly button and making me giggle, then going down to my little pubic bush. I pressed down on top of his head, wanting him to touch me there because I was so hot for him now. I wanted him to fuck me again.
"I reached around and played with his dick and balls while he pried open my little pussy and gingerly licked inside me. He made a sound like he enjoyed what he was tasting. His tongue flicked against my clit and I told him, in my innocence, because I didn't realize even then how sensitive a woman's clitoris is, to keep on rubbing his tongue there.
"He got the message and soon he had me climbing up the walls. I started to cream heavily and he swallowed repeatedly-he was like a madman!
"He sucked and licked and tongue fucked my cunt like it was candy. He really loved the taste of my twat. He made me cum. I remember arching my back and squealing with pleasure. I wrapped my legs around his neck and he sucked and licked and sucked and licked and I kept on cumming and cumming, each climax better than the last.
"Finally, he stopped and came up for air, his chin and nose and cheeks smeared with my juices. His cock was hard again and looked so ... so wonderful that I grabbed hold of it and pressed him back against the hay and began sucking it like there was no tomorrow. I couldn't take all of it into my mouth without gagging, even though it was so slim. So pale and slim and long....
"His cock head started to swell up and his piss slit oozed watery pre-cum. It didn't taste bad. Not bad at all! I sucked harder, fondling his balls, stroking the lower part of his shaft, my tongue going up and down the underside of his dick. He started to hump up into my mouth and I choked a few times. I had to breathe solely through my nostrils. His boyish smell of sweat and cum filled my nose.
"I ran my fingers through his pubic hairs, tugging on them, making him moan with desire. He started to tell me how beautiful I was, how tight my cunt was, how big and round my tits were, what he wanted to do to me, how he loved me, crazy things you say before you're about to climax.
"I had never seen him so excited before. He played with my tits as I sucked and in no time at all he came in my mouth, his cum wads hitting the back of my throat. Even though this was his third cum, the jism filled my mouth, ran out of the corners of my mouth....
"He tasted ... good! Hot and sticky and thick and stringy...."
Janet was finding it increasingly difficult to talk. Tommy was fingering her clit, getting her more excited. She wanted more than anything to fuck the boy, but her erotic memories were taking such strong hold of her she had to finish telling them to Tommy.
"After I finished sucking him off I noticed it had stopped raining. All of a sudden. I swallowed the rest of his jism, running my tongue over my sticky lips, and he asked if we could fuck again. He said he wanted to make love to me all summer. That didn't happen, as it turned out. His mother got very ill and he had to go back home a few days later."
She paused for a moment, realizing she was panting for breath. She could feel the tingling sensation in her cunt getting stronger, spreading slowly in circles from her loins.
Tommy smiled at her. He was enjoying himself thoroughly. She could see his cock was oozing watery pre-cum already, and he wasn't even touching it. She took his balls in her hand and fondled them. Then she was deep in thought again.
"I agreed and we fucked again. This time it was even better. He didn't cum so quickly this time. It seemed like hours. He made me cum twice, or maybe three times, I can't remember exactly, and I remember he was really driving into me with that cock of his, fucking me for all I was worth.
"When we finished he made me promise never to tell anyone what we had done. And I never did, not even my girlfriends at school. Maybe because he was my own cousin, I don't know. I'm sure he bragged about it, though. I wonder what ever became of him? Funny how we lost all touch, though we were never close to begin with. I heard that his mother was alright, though.
"But I'm getting ahead of myself. Ohh, Tommy, that really does feel good now. I want to fuck you, baby. I think you're ready now. Yes, I thought so!"
"Is that it?" he asked. "I thought you said you fucked him again."
"You're really getting into this, aren't you? Touch me there ... that's it. Mmmmm ... yes, yes!"
"Go on, Janet," he pleaded, fingering her harder. "Please!"
"You're a wicked little boy! Alright ... alright ... I can't even think straight now. Wouldn't you rather we fucked? Look ... look how hard and thick your cock is. Ohh, you are a funny thing....
"There's very little to add. As I said he left a couple of days later and I never saw him again. God knows what happened to him. But the night before he left he came into my room after my aunt and uncle had gone to sleep. They had a pretty large farm and our rooms-the so-called guest roomswere at one end, and their bedroom was at another, so they couldn't hear what went on that night.
"I remember thinking it was like being married. I was almost asleep when he sneaked in. Without a word he undressed and he got into bed with me. I felt for his cock. It was hard. He pressed it against my hand and we kissed, sucking on each other's tongue.
"I was never so excited in all my life. Michael, after all, wasn't a bad-looking boy.
He was thin, like you, but strong and big for his age. He looked older than thirteen, or however old he actually was.
"He fumbled around under the sheets, then entered me. I remember how powerful his cock thrusts were. I thought he would split me in half! He kept on slamming into me, penetrating me deeper than I'd ever been before, and I was loving every minute of it. And it was even more exciting because we were doing it in bed, right in the house like that. If my aunt and uncle had ever caught us they would have killed us.
"Oh Lord, he learned fast. He stayed hard inside me for so long. He would even stop before he was about to cum, wait and catch his breath, then ram into me again. I came God knows how many times before he did. I fell in love with his cock!
"And still I never got pregnant. We fucked a couple of more times that night, but as pleasant as it was each and every time the sensations were never quite what they were that first time. They haven't been since.
"So we fucked and I sucked his cock a couple of times and he ate me out until I screamed for him to stop. I actually had to pull his head up by the hair. He was making me cum so many times I thought I would pass out! We certainly learned a lot that summer. It must have changed us both. It certainly changed me. After that I was boy-hungry. I would fuck anything that moved. But it's never been like that first time. And probably never will be. Maybe it's not meant to be. Hell, it's been so long now I wouldn't know it if it did happen."
"I'll try to make it that good for you," he said, his voice trembling with emotion. Janet gasped. She climaxed under the awkward touch of his finger. Maybe, she thought, he's what I've been looking for. A young boy. A young, inexperienced boy who will do anything, who can fuck for hours. And who is a virgin.
"I want to fuck you now," he whispered.