The boy was still pounding away at her pussy, giving her his all, neither pacing himself nor making any effort to hold anything back. She wondered how long he could get away with it before his immature body betrayed him with another hair-trigger orgasm.
She felt her raddled body gather forces for another orgasm of her own and knew she had to stop it. If she came again this soon… Maybe if she opened her eyes and cooperated… Ted put her arms around the boy and drew him deeper into her. She wrapped her legs around his lean muscular ass and pulled him toward her. She caressed the nape of his neck and moaned encouragement.
Abruptly the boy stopped pumping. And just as abruptly Ted knew what her mistake had been. She should have known better. After all, little girls had the same fantasies too, didn't they? She guessed it must be a part of developing sexuality-this secret feeling that each little boy and girl on earth was the first one ever to discover the joys of fucking.
And since each hard-throbbing hot little body knew that it alone possessed the secret of this immense and unholy joy, it stood to reason that fucking could never be a cooperative affair. Fucking could never be as much fun for the other person as for oneself. By all the rules of logic and everything a boy or girl had been taught all his life, fucking was something dirty-vaguely related to bathroom functions and certainly not the kind of thing one's parents or any really nice people did.
Therefore fucking was something that had to be attained by stealth, by trickery, by any hook or crook means, but never by the simple expedient of simply asking cooperation in a venture between equal partners.
All of which is just another way of saying that little John had been getting his jollies with Ted's body as long as he thought she was unconscious of asleep. Once he learned she was awake and as eager as he all the fun went out of it. She felt the boy's cock dwindling within her newly throbbing cunt. Ted didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
She was grateful for the rest but abruptly she knew there was life in the thirty-nine-year-old cunt yet. If she could just relax and enjoy a gentle turn-on without letting herself get worked up into these body wracking uncontrollable orgasms, Ted knew she was still willing to put up with a few hours of gentle joy.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
The boy muttered something into her tits and she wondered if now she was going to have a new problem with this one going sullen instead of the fourteen-year-old.
"Didn't anybody ever tell you that girls like to do it too?" she probed.
"Huh?" The idea was so alien to little John that he surfaced and stared into her eyes.
"Really," Ted said. "Just about anybody likes to do it if you ask us right and be nice. It's just as much fun for us as it is for you."
"Why didn't nobody ever tell me?" the boy asked in a doubtful voice.
"Did you, ever ask?"
While the boy was trying to think up an answer she gave his cock a cunt-squeeze. To her mild surprise she found it growing again.
"No kidding?" the boy finally said. "Do you really like it?"
"Would I be letting you do it if I didn't?"
Obviously this thought had never entered the boy's mind. "Golly!" he finally exclaimed. "What do you like best?"
"What do you like best?" Ted countered.
"Well, damn, I don't know." The boy suddenly discovered his revivified rod. He gave an experimental shove and discovered he could still get it in and out of her without its bending double. "Just doin' that, I guess," he said, and began pumping.
"Take it easy," Ted cautioned. "You don't have to hurry."
"No?"
"I'm not going to disappear or turn into a pumpkin. You can do it as long as you want to. But if you'll just relax and take it slow you might end up doing it a lot longer."
"Yeaaahhh!" little John agreed. He slowed and began feeding her lazy penetrations, stopping at the bottom of each plunge to savor the warm goodness at the bottom of her newly throbbing cunt. Ted sighed and relaxed, savoring the warmth of a gentle turn-on. How long, she wondered, could she hold out this way, just relaxing, letting the boy do all the work, enjoying the gentle joy of a slow fuck, never quite letting herself cum again?
"What about me?" Albert asked.
"What?"
"Me! You tell him he can go on forever and take all the time he wants. When do I get my turn again?"
"Oh dear!" Ted sighed. "I hadn't thought about that." Actually, she had thought about it but it had only been minutes since Albert had cum explosively inside her-cum with a virulent passion that had made her faint with the intensity of her own response. She had thought he would be out of action for at least an hour if not forever. And here only moments later the boy wanted to get it into her again!
"Are you really ready so soon?" she asked.
"I'm always ready," Albert growled with a hint of his former sullenness.
Ted tried to look at the boy but with little John pumping steadily away between her legs, head buried between her tits as he rapidly switched from one to another, keeping both her nipples hard as marbles, she really didn't have too much freedom of movement. She put out an exploring hand and bumped Albert's hard-muscled belly where he lay alongside her. She wondered if the boy was even aware of bow he was unconsciously slipping higher in the bunk so she could…
Ted's hand encountered the crisp patch of his pubic hair, then closed around his cock. It was hard, throbbing, ready once more for action. "Oh, dear!" she murmured. "We'll have to work something out."
Chapter 9
"You already did it that way," Albert protested. For an instant Ted didn't know what the boy meant, then she realized he had taken her last words literally. Having once tasted the joys of fucking, Albert wasn't about to accept second best again and let her work off a batch by hand.
She wondered what she ought to do. She could moan and wriggle and maybe finish off the thirteen-year-old before he had planned. But she really didn't want to. What was the percentage for her in provoking needlessly another cock-softening orgasm and switching to reserve manpower before absolutely necessary? Besides, it felt so gooood to have little John giving her his unreserved all as he pumped away with the indefatigable steadiness of an oil well rig.
But it would never do to have Albert go into one of his sulks again. "You'll get your chance," she promised the older boy. She gave his cock another affectionate squeeze. "It'll really be better if you rest a while first."
"Why?"
"Well," she began. It was very difficult to concentrate on explanations with little John's thirteen-year-old mouth and cock doing their level best to force her over the precipice into a bottomless chasm of orgasm. She tried to shut out the feel of his mouth on her swollen nipples, of his hard young cock sliding firmly in and out, in and out. But it felt so gooood!
She forced herself back to Albert's question. "Well," she repeated, "Don't you want to go on doing this for the rest of your life? After I'm long gone there'll still be other girls, you know."
"No!"
Abruptly she realized the fourteen-year-old had gotten himself entrapped in the toils of the differences between love and fucking.
"There will be," Ted said firmly. "Just as there'll be other boys for me. And if you were yourself out now, just think of all the years of fun you'll be missing."
"Wear myself out?"
Ted really didn't know whether she was talking nonsense or not but it seemed logical to her that a boy could overfuck just as he could overeat or anything else. "You'll strain yourself," she said. "It'll only hurt a little bit now but later it'll hurt a lot worse and then someday it'll hurt so bad you won't be able to do it at all."