The curly headed thirteen-year-old was already afflicted with another raging hard-on. She wondered how to handle it. She had held his cock before while he was kissing her tits. She guessed she dared try again. First she sponged off all the sticky bits o cum that had adhered to his-angelic body-some in the strangest places. Finally she began pouring warm water over that pristine second-winded hard-on. The boy was already quivering with excitement, grabbing at her tits and ass every time he could get a hand past her guard. She tossed caution to the winds and grabbed his cock, peeling it back with one swift motion. "Oooohhhh!" he gasped. She squeezed hard and saw it begin to wilt. Quickly, she finished washing it off.
As they returned to the triangular play pen forward of the mast she saw Albert was reviving already. Instantly she knew he was jealous, that he didn't want the younger boy to fuck her. She knew she had to scotch that instinct instantly. "Just wait," she said. Albert glowered but when she grabbed his cock and squeezed she felt his will turn to water. She scooted back up where she had been in the middle of the pad.
Little John squeezed in beside her. He began climbing immediately atop her, kneeing his eager way between her thighs. "Not so fast," she murmured. She pushed downward on the boy's shoulders until he slid down between her legs. "If you think you're old enough to get in there," she said putting a hand over her crotch, "You'll have to work your way up to it just like Albert did."
The curly-headed thirteen-year-old neither argued nor complained. He scooted farther down until his face was between her thighs. Joyously, he began kissing his eager way toward cunt country. To one side of her Albert put out a lazy hand atop her tits.
Good God, Ted thought. I came only minutes ago and here I'm so turned-on I'm ready to howl and yell and kick my heels and cum all over again! She had not realized there was that much energy left in her thirty-nine-year-old body. Then she realized that as little John hunched upward to bury his face in her pubic patch she could feel the original fountain of youth thumping against her shins.
Dreamily, she realized little John was going through the same doggedly misdirected path of discovery, looking for her snatch iii a place where no woman had ever had it. Gently, she opened her thighs and tilted her ass upward, simultaneously grabbing a handful of curls and aiming the boy's face downward. There was an instant's surprised and delighted 'aaahhhh' before she felt his nose plunk squarely atop her clitoris.
She felt her clit swell rock hard and start throbbing. The boy moved cautiously, exploring this new erotic environment. He opened his mouth and she felt his warm breath flow between the swollen pulsating lips of her vulva. He stuck out his tongue experimentally and it entered her vagina. Unable to control herself she felt her thighs open and close, clasping over the boy's ears, pulling him in deeper, harder!
Out of my skull, she mused. This all happened once only minutes ago and now it's all going to happen again and I feel like I hadn't had any at all. It feels so gooood! It feels so wonderful I can't imagine why I've spent more than a year without it when I could have had some any time I was willing to give the nod to any of those half dozen studs but they're all old bastards, older than I am and I never ha-d anything half so good as a fourteen-year-old boy unless it's a thirteen-year-old and both of them together are about ten-thousand per cent better than anything else I can even think of.
The younger boy was rapidly learning his trade as his lips and tongue did their apprentice work around, in and out, up and down her warming cunt. Albert lay to one side with a lazy hand caressing her tits. She gave his cock a friendly squeeze then began caressing the back of little John's head, guiding him subtly from clit to vagina and back again until she felt she was going to twist and turn and churn and melt and flow all over the pad in a joyous puddle of sensual satiation.
It felt so good she surrendered completely to sensuality. With her thought processes turned off she reveled in the feel of a hard-muscled thirteen-year-old achieving his lifetime's ambition between her legs. To one side Albert still lazily caressed her tits, running his finger delicately around her areolas, tickling her nipples to throbbing erection, exploring the cleavage between her twin mountains, titillating their tender, sensitive under sides until she wanted to flop over and grab him and kiss him and…
But she didn't. Not really. She didn't want to spoil the wonderful feel of little John's trial run down there in cunt country. The curly-headed thirteen-year-old was licking lustily now that he had finally discovered his true vocation. She closed her soft inner thighs over his ears and was gratified when the boy dived in deeper, darting his tongue in lightning feints from vagina to clit and back again. She wondered how the boy had so quickly discovered the secret triggers to her emotions then abruptly she realized.
She had so lost control of her body as she sunk into a pool of sensuality that each time the boy's tongue ticked her clitoris Ted found her thighs closing over his ears, her ass thrusting upward to meet his darting tongue. He was, she decided, a very intelligent little boy. As soon as possible she intended to do something equally delightful for him. But for now it felt so nice just to lie back and let the boy lick her pussy while the older Albert still played lazily with her throbbing tits.
How long, she wondered, could this idyll continue, Not very long, she supposed. But she resolved to accept each moment gratefully. If she showed her gratitude in the proper ways, she was sure there would be other times before the boys were willing to call it a day. Topside she heard the fog bell toll again.
Suddenly she sensed that little John was seeking new worlds to conquer. A moment later in response to her instinct the boy began climbing slowly upward atop her body, kissing his way along the path pioneered minutes ago by Albert-who still lazed to one side, contenting himself with a one-handed stroking of her tits that was leaving Ted very contented indeed. She felt warm waves of passion radiate from Albert's casual tickling hand.
Little John had kissed his way up to her navel now, stopping to plow his way through her pubic patch and dry his face. He continued the now blazed trail across her waist, detouring to kiss his way up and down her ticklish flanks before continuing upward to start licking the tender undersides of her full, upright tits.
She was afraid for a moment that trouble might erupt over some territorial dispute but Albert quietly took his hand away as the smaller boy moved up into firing position. Instead of tickling her tits Albert now stroked her flanks. It was, if anything, even more sensually exciting than his tit-rubbing of a moment ago. Anyhow, little John's tongue was substituting very nicely now for Albert's hand. She got a hand free to give the older boy's cock a friendly squeeze.
Immediately she wished she hadn't. The boy's virility grew in bounding leaps and she felt the sudden surge of renewed desire in him. Hastily she let go of his cock. She tried to concentrate on little John. It was his turn on the firing line. She wondered if he knew how to.
While she was wondering she felt the tip of his cock probing blindly for the portals to her play pen. Before she could get her hand down to guide it she felt the tip of his tool penetrate the lick-slicked lips of her cunt. Unlike Albert, little John was not one to hesitate. He gave her his all.
She felt it going in, in deep. Deeper, it seemed even than Albert had though she was sure the younger boy's cock was slightly smaller. But he didn't hesitate to use it to full advantage. She shuddered with joy as she felt what seemed like endless yards of rod sliding endlessly into her, deeper, harder, poking and probing for the entrance to her womb. In a moment he was going to bottom out and hurt her.