Chapter 6
As her jeans slipped down past her well-muscled thighs both boys released involuntary 'aaahhhhhs'. Then Ted noted with secret amusement how their faces fell again as they discovered she was still not technically naked. She wore bra and panties-actually she was covering more skin than she normally would on the beach.
But, she realized, nakedness was relative and was largely a matter of intent. She knew she could turn these boys on far more by letting them sneak an unexpected look at some cleavage than was possible with total exposure. The whole theory of costume designed was based on the skirt or bodice that almost but never quite made it. She wondered what the boys' reaction would be once they managed to get a glimpse of her whole exposed body.
The moment of truth had come for the boys, she realized. Even the doubting Albert must by now be convinced of her sincerity for even a fourteen-year-old had instinctively to know that a woman felt more ridiculous, more vulnerable in her underwear than she did totally nude. Little John fiddled with the button of his Levi's. A moment later he half turned to peel them off. From behind she could see the curly headed boy with the angelic face wore nothing underneath.
Blushing furiously, he turned to face her. He sat across from her, pointing a tremendous hard-on straight at the latch of her bra. She tried not to stare because she didn't want to make Albert any more nervous than he was. Albert was not blushing. He was pale, eyes glazed and for a moment she was afraid he might faint. At fourteen his body needed a woman far worse that he was willing to accept or admit. Abruptly he broke from his trance. Without turning away, he peeled his Levi's down and exposed a hard-on a year older and bigger than little John's.
Neither boy had been circumcised. Both had long, well-formed cocks with tremendous flanging heads beneath tight-stretched foreskins. Albert's hard-on was so close to explosion she could see the purple tip of his cock peeping wetly from his straining foreskin. Albert had a full crop of pubic hair-even sported a tiny brush exactly between the nipples of his otherwise hairless chest.
The younger boy was just starting to grow a crop of hair. His scrotum was well-filled and fully visible instead of being concealed in a dense pubic tangle like Albert's. She wondered what would happen if she were to reach out and capture a cock in each hand. Which boy would cum first? Both, she knew, were so close to explosion that the slightest touch would set them off.
What, she wondered, was she going to do? She must have been insane to start this crazy game. She had no real idea what to do next. Fuck? Both at once? How? The boys were becoming impatient. Suddenly she realized why. They were both naked awaiting her pleasure and she was queening it over them still clad in both bikini panties and bra. Ted put on her Mona Lisa smile again. Looking at Albert, she said, "This time let's let John choose."
Albert was so wrought up with internal problems that he could only turn pale and gasp. Finally he nodded. Ted turned to the younger curly headed boy.
John couldn't trust himself to speak. She remembered that each boy had gone instinctively for a different target. Target of opportunity or preference? To her surprise, the younger boy whose attention had been dedicated to her panties pointed to the luscious bulge concealed only by her bra.
"Do you want to or do you want me to?" she asked.
"Oooohhh, wooowww!" the younger boy said. He leaned forward and put his arms around her, nearly burying his face in her tits. Then he recoiled in surprise. She caught his hands and guided them to the hooks in front. With surprising skill the boy had her undone instantly.
The bra fell back like an opened jacket instead of forward like the usual back latching brassiere. She shrugged it off and caught the curly head, pulling him back into her tits before the boy had time to be bashful. "Ooooohhhhh!" came a muffled moan from between her tits.
And from the sidelines Albert finally decided to get into the act. She felt his hands, then could see him slowly unveiling the wonder of her pubic patch. He stared in frozen ecstasy as his hands slowly revealed one crisp springy hair after another. She moved her thighs slightly and the panties slid downward in a silken billow about her ankles. Albert's hands remained locked around the bulge of her thighs. She wondered if he knew they were there. Then slowly, as if hypnotized, he began moving closer, closer until she felt his warm breath bathe the gentle swell of her belly. Then abruptly Albert buried his face in her belly. He clasped his hands around the cheeks of her ass and drew himself to her harder, deeper, moaning his joy as he finally, after fourteen years of desperately wondering if it would ever happen-at last he had his hands on a real live woman!
And Ted had her hands on two boys! She cuddled little John's curly head as he nuzzled her tits. She got her other hand on the nape of Albert's neck and encouraged his exploration as his hot panting mouth began memorizing the contours of her waist, her navel, her mons veneris. His hands cupped her ass, caressed her thighs, running gently over soft tender skin, memorizing the feel of what it was like to handle a woman for the first time.
Ted felt her belly begin to twist and wind up as tension increased inside her. It felt so warmly and wonderfully good to have a man's face in her tits, a man's face nuzzling her belly, four male hands doing their best to cover her whole body with caresses, tingles and tickles. Slowly she felt herself collapsing backward onto the settee as the two boys pressed forward seeking to bury their faces in the warm softnesses of her body.
She sat, fell gently sideways, drew her legs up until she lay supine on the settee. It was narrow, a comfortable seat, but with scarcely room for one body to lie down. Without removing their faces from belly and tits, the boys followed her as she made the transition from standing to lying down. Each knelt, little John still nuzzling between her tits and Albert rooting his nose in her deep navel. Ted felt that old familiar roiling in her belly and knew she was going to cum, ready or not. She felt the tension build as her insides churned from the multiple stimuli of these two boys' wonderful hands caressing her body, their faces rooting about in the tender sensitive skin of tits and belly.
Albert's exploring hand wormed its soft way from her knee upward tracing the tender contour of her inner thigh. The tip of his finger came into her crotch and barely touched the hairy surface of her vulval lip. It was enough. Without warning the roiling building tension released. She felt herself melting, flowing, her brains turning to peanut butter and oozing right out her cunt as the boy nuzzled down from her navel, exploring the upper edge of her pubic patch with his lips. Albert, she suspected, was going to turn out better than she had thought. His hands were so gentle in contrast to his angry manner. She wondered what life had done to him.
Fourteen years in the ghetto could do things to anyone. But to hell with that. Ted was more interested in the next fourteen minutes. She was melting, flowing, deliquescing as all the tension and loneliness oozed away. Little John was still nuzzling her tits. Now suddenly his hands were in there too, caressing the soft undersides of her tits, feeling gently around her nipples.
Ted tried to relax, just take it all in. John had finally stopped his aimless nuzzling between her tits. Now he was caressing them with some professionalism. Suddenly his mouth came down over one rock-hard nipple. Ted shuddered with delight and deep within her she felt that ratcheting spring take its first turn winding her up once more for the long slow twisting climb toward the unbearable tension that could only end with another orgasm. And she had cum only seconds ago!
His mouth switched rapidly to her other nipple. His tongue began running round the rock hardness of her nipple, tickling her areola with delicate lascivious circles. She felt a great warm wave of passion radiate from her tits, filling her whole body with a delicious sense of anticipation for all the wonderful things to come. How long, she wondered, would these boys be content to pleasure her before they became inured to the sight and feel of a naked female body and started demanding some gratification of their own?