But it was hurting so goooood! She felt her cunt stretch to accommodate the wide flaring head of little John's hammer, then felt her vagina stretching in a delightfully different direction as he went in deep as she expected him to go, then kept right on going until her eyes flew wide open in startled joy. She gasped and held her breath, trying not to cum, trying to devote her full attention to the boy's magic wand. How deep would he go?
Finally, with a mixed feeling of joy and relief she felt his scant-haired pubis grind against her mons veneris. The boy's cock lay vibrant within her buried full length, throbbing as he strained, stretching her to the precarious border between pleasure and pain.
The boy rested, struggled a moment for self control, then began slowly pulling it out. Suddenly it happened. Ted felt great rockets of fire shoot up her spine to explode in her skull. A tremendous contractile wave passed through her belly, her cunt, squeezing-and milking, struggling to pull back in the head-of the boy's withdrawing cock.
He resisted, pulling it out to full length, resting a moment, then starting to slide it slowly back down in again. Then abruptly the boy lost control too. The ram slammed together, rocking back and forth, galloping with wild abandon, moaning like two baboons in the sand pit. Ted felt her insides melting, twisting, flowing, deliquescing. She felt her brains melting and flowing down her backbone, out her cunt in a puddle of cum. It felt so gooood!
She felt the head of little John's cock swell prodigiously inside her until it was pulling her whole cunt along with it, turning her half inside out each time he withdrew. The boy was ramming, smacking his hairless pelvis against her ass with a joyous abandon in total contrast to his caution of a moment ago.
Suddenly she felt the first great jet as the boy's cock erupted with the violence of a fire hose. Her raddled cunt relaxed as it felt the blessed slippery chrism of his cum. The boy still rammed and slammed, banging his ass frantically against hers, trying for one more stroke before his treacherous tool collapsed and he could no longer perform. Ted suspected when she had time to settle down and think things over, considering that this was the first time he had ever fucked anything more exciting than his fist, for a first effort little John had done very well. But, that was for afterwards. Right now her whole body was shimmering in a warm glow of passion as she felt her soul's essence concentrate on the wonderful hot throbbing feel of the boy's dying dong. She rose eagerly to meet his whomping and thumping. Then suddenly the universe spun crazily and the lights went out.
Chapter 8
I'll be goddamned! she thought when she opened her eyes some moments later. She had a slight headache and a bad taste in her mouth. For a confused moment she remembered once years ago when she had drunk too much. Then abruptly she realized she had been overdoing it in another and, she decided, far more delightful way. If it came to a choice between too much drinking or too much fucking, Ted decided drinking wouldn't even come in fifth.
She stretched and felt the headache go away. Topside the.fog bell tolled. She pulled a curtain from a porthole. The fog was thinning but it was still there. Somewhere around the edge of her attention she heard the boys talking. "Really great!" Albert was saying with no trace of his former sullen machismo. "Just wait till you see what I do this time!"
She heard water splash and guessed they had figured out from watching her how to use the head and wash off. Moments later the two naked Adonis's hove into view. They began oozing in, one on each side of her in the triangular area before the mast. "Be with you in a minute," Ted said. She scooted out of the bunk, evading the hands that grabbed for tits and ass.
The most amazing thing, she guessed, was that her smooth muscular body was still as perfect as it had been this morning. Nothing like keeping in good shape, she guessed. Any other woman who had undergone all the thumping she had taken would be showing bruises by now. She maneuvered her way into the tiny head and douched, sluicing her body off with warm water and flushing a fantastic amount of love's memory from her satiated cunt. Suddenly she realized she had had enough. Good God, she thought. I fainted! She had been licked, kissed, sucked, rubbed and tickled until she lost count of the times she had cum. Only then had the willing boys been allowed to slip it to her in the old-fashioned way.
Now she had… she tried to remember. They had been grab-assing so long things tended to fuse together in a single erotic montage of young male bodies assaulting her from every angle. Finally she sorted it out. The boys had each cum once, quickly and explosively in her knowledgeable bands. Then each had slipped it to her once, managing a quite respectable fuck for an inexperienced thirteen and fourteen-year-old virgin.
And now, she realized, they were already making bets, planning strategy for the next round. She sighed and gave her immaculate body a final check in the mirror on the head door. She was still a ballerina at thirty-nine-not an ounce of flab or fat on her. She wondered how many girls of twenty could compete.
She was tired, sated, didn't really want to do anything but just lie down in a soft comfortable bed and sleep forever. But… she had led the boys on.
It wouldn't be fair to deprive them now. Besides… once she got going again maybe she could build up some enthusiasm. Even if she couldn't, they were only boys. What could they know about whether she was enjoying it or not? More importantly, would they even care? She gave a wry grin. This particular pair of male chauvinist pigs just wanted to stick it in her again. And she might as well accept whatever they had to offer with humble gratitude.
Slowly, shoulders back and bare tits standing proud like twin headlights, she approached the triangular bunk where the boys waited in silent expectation. Making as much of a production of it as she could in the confined space, she twisted her graceful body about and begin oozing in between to hot throbbing young bodies full of male joy, willing to spend their machismo upon her.
She turned and lay face upward between them. Without warning Albert was atop her, kneeing her thighs apart. Before she could protest he had threaded her needle. She felt the hot length of his throbbing hammer slide smoothly up her cunt. Good God, she thought, why did I even bother cleaning up? But… Albert was only a boy. He was hot to trot. She decided the best thing to do was just lay back, relax, and let him hump and thump until he had spilled another hair-trigger load.
But once more Albert-surprised her. "Sorry," he muttered.
"For what?" Ted asked in some surprise.
"I had to get it in in a hurry."
"Why?"
The boy stiffened for a moment, pushing his ass against hers. There was a tense moment while they both waited to see if he was going to cum. Finally Albert released a heavy breath. "I don't know," he said. "I guess just thinking about how I was going to do it next time. And then that funny snaky way you come walking back here."
Ted smiled a secret inner smile. At least she still knew how to turn a man on. All those years stretching her ass into a pretzel at the practice bar were worth something. "Just what were you planning on doing this time?" she asked.
Albert wasn't saying. After an instant's reflection she knew he hadn't better. Despite having cum twice already, once in her hand and once in her cock pocket, the boy was still so keyed up at the realization that after all these lonely desperate years he was actually lying here naked atop a real live woman, with his cock in a real warm soft wet cunt, that to say or even think what he was planning to do to this naked woman beneath him would be enough to end it all right now and he might never get another chance at fucking.