Only gradually did Ted realize that she was being gently lowered and positioned on the couch again. Her knees were still hooked over Mr. Hammel's shoulders and if she had not been practicing at twisting her into a pretzel for years already the position might have been exquisitely painful.
Slowly, Mr. Hammel came up out of her cunt, kissing a steady stream of fire up across her hairless mons veneris, across belly and waist until his tongue was teasing her tiny just sprouting tits. He still knelt between her thighs. As he moved slowly into position atop her Ted felt her knees slip off his shoulders. She tried to lock her ankles behind his back but it was too far around. Then she felt it-felt the hot throbbing tip of his tool pressing against her hard-muscled little ass.
It was a first time for everything. Since she had never felt a cock between her legs before Ted had no way of knowing what Mr. Hammel was up to. Fucking she supposed. What else? There was a sudden sharp pain as he thrust. It hurt more that she had ever believed anything could hurt. And it went right on hurting. He sensed her agony and stopped pushing. "You said you wouldn't!" she gasped between tears.
"I'm not," he murmured. "You're still a virgin."
Ted felt the pain abate as he stopped pushing. He had it halfway in already, she knew. She didn't know what to say. It was only much later when she was a year or two older and wiser in the ways of the world that she fully understood what Mr. Hammel had done. Wise in the ways of lawsuits, he had covered himself perfectly. Should anybody blow the whistle, a medical examination would reveal twelve-year-old Ted was still a virgo intacta. He hadn't slipped it into her cunt. Mr. Hammel was buggering her!
"Just relax," he soothed, "Let it happen. You don't have to do anything. Just relax and I'll do it all."
While he soft-talked her Ted remained acutely aware of that tremendous bargepole sliding into her. Even as he talked he resumed a gentle pressure. But to her surprise it wasn't hurting any more. Slowly she felt it slide in, in, deep until she felt full-like she had to go to the bathroom.
He stopped, rested for a moment, then very slowly began pulling it back out. At first it felt as if he was turning her inside out along with it as he pulled out. Her anus clasped convulsively over this invader and released it with little shuddering jerks. He stopped again with the tremendous knobby head of his hammer just barely inside her. Slowly he began sliding it back in. To her delighted amazement, Ted found her little ass rising to meet him.
Having never been fucked before, she had no way of telling whether she liked this way better or not. But she could tell now that she was going to like it well enough. Love's lubrication was smoothing the path as his honker slid slowly in and out of her. She tried to relax, let her body go and surrender herself fully to this new sensation. It felt so odd, this alternating fullness and emptiness as his great thumping tally whacker first stuffed her full unto bursting, then slowly came out with a feel very like the soul satisfying relaxation that came with a healthy shit. And it was happening over and over faster and faster.
She wanted to let go and savor the new sensation to its fullest but he was kissing and licking her tiny tits and it felt so good. She wanted to relax, let go completely but her traitorous body was responding to Mr. Hammel's impassioned poking, rising halfway to meet him each time his pelvis slammed into the twin cushions of her hard-muscled little ass.
She could feel her insides twisting and turning in reaction to this alternating fullness and emptiness. She sensed that something cosmic was about to happen but she didn't know what. Mr. Hammel seemed to be aware of something imminent too. He was licking and kissing faster, slamming his cock into her harder, faster, deeper, filling and emptying her tiny belly with a regularity that built and stretched until she knew she was going to burst, to melt, to come apart in great-shimmering shards of shattered passion.
Then suddenly it was happening. She felt great gobs of goo come spurting from Mr. Hammel's hammer, softening and easing the blow each time his pelvis slammed into her ass. He was hanging on for all he was worth, twisting and screwing his pelvis against her as he augured his cock in deeper harder, searching for the final sensation.
Then abruptly Ted was melting too. She could actually feel liquid sloshing and spurting inside her and she knew it wasn't all Mr. Hammel's. For a minute she thought she was peeing then she knew it was something else. Her whole body had responded to Mr. Hammel's probing prod and now she was aswim in love's elixir, floating away on a joyous sea of cum.
She was reminded now, twenty-seven years later, of that first and joyous orgasm. Now she had two boys doing their eager best, little John caressing, licking, kissing her tits. Albert had done his timid best to find his way into cunt country. But she had had to help him, grab his cock and simultaneously capture his head between her thighs. She felt the fevered warmth of his tight pressed ears. Then she felt the first timid probe as his tongue began exploring this strange warm soft wetness he had encountered. She gave his cock another squeeze and was rewarded when the boy's whole body stiffened, quivered, held stiff for a galvanized instant. Then finally as he relaxed Albert began gobbling in earnest, licking her seething pussy, running his tongue up and down indiscriminately between her hairy lips, baptizing clitoris and vagina with the chrisms of his virgin tongue.
Using muscles known only to dancers, she twisted her firm body until she could get her other hand down off the, settee. She captured little John's hot throbbing hammer and was rewarded by a moment of galvanized stasis while the boy gasped and struggled not to cum. A moment passed and he expressed his appreciation with a redoubled kissing and licking of her, firm well-rounded tits. She gave his cock another squeeze, stopping just short of hurting him. The boy gasped but she knew she had stopped him from bumming.
What was she going to do? She had both boys by the cock. Easy enough, she knew, to squeeze and caress them until she had twin handsful of joy juice. But what was the good of that? She wanted these boys to fuck her, as long as things had come this far it was pointless to take precautions. But… she only had one cunt. Belatedly, she realized she also had one mouth. Slowly, she began oozing forward on the narrow settee berth, working her way past the mast where the twin bunks converged in a vast triangular play pen.
Without really paying attention, the passion fogged boys allowed themselves to be drawn along with her until finally all three were on the triangular pad.
Ted lay in the middle, face up, her thighs still locked firmly around Albert whose feet extended away from her, damn near into the chain locker. Little John still knelt to one side, devoting himself to her tits. The younger boy had not made the slightest move toward her ass. She wondered if it was some Freudian lack of breast feeding or if the boys had divided her up in accordance with some unspoken agreement.
Gradually she realized she no longer had to hang onto Albert's ears with her thighs. Once he discovered what to do and where to do it the boy's attention to detail was phenomenal. He lay prone between her legs, face buried in her emit, arms gripping her ass to draw himself in deeper, harder as his eager tongue sought out all her secret places, auguring its way in, screwing around to assault her tender tissues from unexpected angles, turning her on with a passion almost as great as his own.
She had lost her grip on his cock and couldn't reach it any more without throwing off the younger boy. She guessed one squeeze had been enough for the boy's untried tool. From his ardent kissing and licking she was sure he hadn't cum yet. Maybe there would be a chance to get that wonderful hammer of his into her-maybe even two or three good strokes before the boy's hair-trigger virginity exploded and filled her with the juices of joy.