She still had little John's cock in her hand. She squeezed it and was rewarded with a renewed flurry of kissing, licking, nibbling around the rock-hard nipples of her firm full tits. She squeezed again and the boy groaned. She gave his cock another squeeze and suddenly she realized she had gone too far. Little John was out of the game, moaning, groaning, biting and kicking as his outraged cock fired its load into Ted's hand. He gasped and fastened his mouth over her tits for a final time, wheezing and moaning "Oooohhhhh!"
Ted pulled the boy's head upward and fastened her lips over his. As the boy quivered and shot the final drop of his cum they kissed for the first time. Mouth to mouth resuscitation she guessed for already there was a hint of renewing vigor in the thirteen-year-old's dwindling dick.
Little John apparently didn't know much about kissing. She taught him how to swap tongues and they enjoyed a lazy minute of dying passion while Albert lapped steadily at her cunt. Little John finally sighed and fell away. She guessed he was asleep. She really didn't care for all at once Albert was kissing his eager way up out of her secret slit, up across her belly to her deepsunk navel, across her waist, across the invisible boundary of little John's territory until he was licking and kissing her tits.
Wordlessly, Albert worked his way up on top of her until he was kissing her mouth too. He was even less experienced that the younger boy. Ted taught him how to kiss. They exchanged long, soulful kisses and when the boy was relaxing and beginning to enjoy his new craft she shot her tongue suddenly into his mouth.
She felt his wildly waving cock suddenly turn even harder as it rubbed against the inner surface of her thigh. Before it could go astray again she got a hand down there and captured it. Still swapping tongues with the fourteen-year-old, she spread her thighs wide, cocked her knees, and guided the tip of his eager tool into her soft dampness.
For an instant the boy stiffened in frozen delighted ecstasy. She still-held onto his cock. Only the tip was buried in the soft warm yielding flesh of her vulval lips. She squeezed the shank of his cock until she felt the. boy stiffen with pain. There was a frozen moment when anything could have happened, then slowly the boy's stiffened body relaxed. He began pushing.
Slowly she felt the massive head of his cock part her cunt, slide slowly past the lips of her vulva and up the warm slick wetness of her vagina.
Not since a year before Virgil had treacherously gone and died on her had Ted felt anything warmer and more male than the cannula of her douche slide up that secret tunnel. She gasped with sheer unfettered delight as the sensation renewed old memories of happier times when fucking had been spur of the moment and every day. What would it be like to spend every day with these two apprentice studs, she wondered. Exhausting, she supposed. But at the moment she could not think of a nicer way to exhaustion.
Albert's dry foreskin caught on the lips of her vulva, exposing his ready rod which slipped smoothly and easily into her. The boy had it halfway in before he actually realized it had happened: after fourteen years of waiting, hoping, praying, fantasizing, fucking his fist, he was finally actually and really getting it into a woman!
He almost came right at that moment of realization but Ted's full-fisted squeeze saved the day. After a moment of frozen horror, wondering if he would cum or not, the boy finally resumed his slow steady push into her. Ted felt so gooood she knew she would cum in another moment. She wanted to keep the boy's hard-on alive for another minute or two-at least until John was ready to pick up the torch but she knew in her bones by now that this was Albert's first piece no matter how tough and knowledgeable he might pose. If he did explode ignominiously before he ever bottomed out the first time, she could hardly blame him. After all, how many times had she cum already?
Entirely too many, she knew. She ought to be fucked out, ready to collapse of raddled weak knead satiation. Instead, she was hoping and praying for just one more push, one good solid lunge from all that male meat to make her cum again and again and maybe once more after that.
Slowly she felt the boy's prodigious prod settle into her, moving slow as an hour hand as he gritted his teeth and tried not to cum, tried not to think about the juicily delicious culmination of all his dreaming and scheming. Finally she felt his bony pelvis settle against her as he bottomed out. The boy was teetering over the ragged edge of a chasm of orgasm. She couldn't get any hand between their tight-pressed bodies to squeeze. She held her, breath. The boy held his. After a moment he began carefully relaxing.
She didn't dare move her ass. A wiggle and it was all over. Gently, she put her arms over his head and drew his face down into her tits. Maybe if she could get him interested in something else for a moment…
With his face buried deep in her tits, the boy dung to her waist, holding his body close to hers. Deep inside her she could feel each hot throb as his pulse raced through his cock thrilling her with the rush of hot young blood. It felt so gooooood!
Slowly the boy began exploring the marvelous twin peaks of tit territory. Slowly he began transferring his weight to his elbows so he could back off and get his first good look at what he had striven so mightily to grasp up on deck-beneath her parka.
His first close range look at her matched set nearly made the boy explode right then and there.
Deep in her cunt she felt the dangerous accelerating throb and jerk of his hyper excited hammer. He lowered his face back into the cushiony softness of her twin peaks and closed his eyes. Still she felt his cock throbbing dangerously, rock-hard, ready at any instant to explode and end it all.
Ted was ready to cum too. But she wanted to cum again and again and over a couple more times after that. How many times, she wondered, could she coax a hard-on from these studs? Boys that age were indefatigable. But they were also so hair-trigger as to be practically useless. She wondered what she could do to preserve this boy's magnificent specimen long enough to get some use from it.
Gently, he pulled his face from her tits. This time he began nuzzling and kissing, memorizing their soft femininity for the lonely nights to come.
His lips closed over one of her nipples and the sudden thrill of eroticism sent shimmering waves of warmth through her thrilling body, down to mix with the fiery waves of joy that radiated from the tip of his throbbing tool. Very slowly, the boy began pulling it out. His mouth came down over the nipple of her other tit.
It was too much. Ted felt her insides twist, melt, flow from twin stimuli at cunt and tit. "Oooobhh!" she moaned. She twisted, grinding her ass upward against him, driving his dong back into her deeper, harder, faster. The boy hissed with the effort to control himself, then abruptly he knew it was too late.
"Oooohhhh, wooooww!" he howled, and rammed it to her. They galloped frantically, ram slamming, pouring forth the juices of love in the abandonment of full and complete orgasm, gasping, panting in uncontrollable ecstasy. "Oooohh, ow, wow, ooohhh!" the boy moaned. "OooOohhhh!"
She felt her cunt c-losing in great contractile waves, squeezing and milking the tip of the boy's throbbing tool. She felt the spurt of his cum mixing with her own, then suddenly they fell apart on their sides. She guessed she must have fallen asleep for a moment. When she opened her eyes Albert looked sleepily at her. "That was great," he murmured. She felt a hand caress her ass.
It was little John. Sleepily, she was about to let him do it when she suddenly came awake "No," she said.
"Why?" the younger boy was outraged.
"First we clean up. It's ten times more fun when we're not all sticky." She slid from between the boys back to the head and performed the necessary ablutions. Finished, she tried to make up her mind whether it would be easier to teach the boys the complicated routine with pumps and valves or to wash them off herself. The latter might not be easier, she guessed, but it ought to be more fun. After a moment's thought she decided to start with Albert-get him clean and tidy before his appetite revived and became hair-trigger again. She grabbed him unceremoniously by the cock and led him to the head where she washed him. Then she beckoned to little John.