From the sudden slackening of tension in the boy's throbbing cock she knew she had struck a responsive chord. She tried to imagine what it must be like to be a boy, to be fourteen, just discovering the joys of sex, to fuck one's fist so many times that finally orgasm was attained only at the expense of flogging a dead horse unmercifully until it gave a final spurting drop and subsided to the miseries of a stone ache. Probably, she guessed, it would feel even worse that she had felt at twelve after four hours of twisting her ass into ballet positions. She was doubly glad she had not been a boy, knowing that if their positions had been reversed-if she had been a virile young man attempting to satisfy two demanding women it would all have been over hours ago, leaving her exhausted and two women angry and unsatisfied. It was much nicer, Ted knew, to be a woman. A woman could just relax and let a man fuck her. Whenever she felt like it she could fuck back but she didn't have to. There was no penalty attached to poor performance. These boys, she knew, would someday be troubled to get it up even once. Definitely, it was nicer to be a woman.
But her womanly guise was turning on dangerously under the sustained pumping of this indefatigable thirteen-year-old who still buried his curly head in her tits, giving her almost as much of a turn-on with his eager tongue as he was doing with his hot throbbing cock pumping away at her revived vagina. She had to do something. She didn't want to come again. It would be all right just to lie here and enjoy being fucked but she didn't want to feel herself scale the heights of passion's mountain again, didn't want to tumble once more into the chasm or orgasm that would make her faint, make her come to weak and shaken, with a bad taste in her mouth and an incipient headache. Ted didn't want that at all.
She felt Albert oozing imperceptibly higher where she could get a firmer grip on his cock. For a boy who didn't want a hand job he was amazingly cooperative. Then suddenly she realized what the fourteen-year-old was aiming for. She wondered if he knew himself what his body was straining toward. Maybe he did. Maybe he was just hoping, wishing, wanting to trick her just as little John had hoped to sneak a quick one into her while she was asleep. Boys, she guessed, would be boys.
She gave his cock another squeeze and Albert stiffened, gritting his teeth. Amazed, Ted relaxed her friendly grip. She had known from Albert's erection that he was hot to trot but she hadn't realized how much difference one year could make in a boy's development. Albert's active imagination combined with his healthy fourteen-year-old body had him in such a state of constant sexual excitement that he was still hair-trigger despite having fucked her as many times as little John. She wondered how many more times the fourteen-year-old would have to cum before be developed any real staying power. And then she realized that must be what Albert was wondering too. Subconsciously or otherwise, he must be contrasting his jackrabbit performance with the indefatigable thirteen-year-old's who still pumped confidently away atop her, licking her tits and kissing her nipples with a one-two rhythm in time to the inexorable prodding of his prodigious prick.
"Don't worry," she murmured into Albert's ear. "It's just because you're older and stronger. You'll be able to do it hours after he's fallen asleep." She wondered if she was talking nonsense.
If she was, at any rate it was comforting nonsense. She felt Albert's confidence grow. He scooted an inch higher on the bunk, managing to rub his hard young body against any part of her not already in possession of the thumping thirteen-year-old. Ted began to worry. She knew what, sooner or later, she was going to have to do. But how? Maybe if she rolled over onto one side.
She feinted a couple of times but little John was having none of it. He was firmly in the saddle, riding her in classic missionary position, driving his insatiable cock deep into her gaping cunt with each thrust between her flexed knees. She felt her thighs clasp in involuntarily, reveling in the feel of firm young masculinity performing between her legs. The boy's face was still buried in her tits as he played 'telephone' plugging one nipple into an ear while he kissed and licked the other. Ted guessed as long as the boy was performing this way there was little point in making him change position. After all, she had wanted a long spell of plain straight fucking so she could just relax and hover halfway up the slope of an orgasm. Little John was doing just fine.
But Albert? While she had been considering ways and means the boy had managed to scoot higher alongside her supine body. His hands caressed her flanks, the cheeks of her ass, the sides of her tits, every part of her that was not occupied by the younger boy.
Ted caught Albert's head and pulled his face down to hers. Their lips touched, and before the boy could protest she had her tongue in his mouth. Albert responded with enthusiasm, swapping tongues with her ass he arched his back, bringing his pelvis higher where she could caress his hot throbbing cock without stretching.
She felt his renewed vigor, felt the thump of heart and cock in unison, sensed the squirm of his balls as they readied a new charge for firing. She tried to maneuver her one unoccupied hand around too but she couldn't reach. With his mouth still glued to hers, swapping tongues like a veteran, the fourteen-year-old twisted his body in a way she could admire with professional detachment. Thighs gaping as wide as hers under the prolonged pounding of little John, he presented his crotch to her two handed caress.
Ted tickled his balls, making an erotic ritual of it as she counted hairs. Her other hand still gripped loosely the head of his cock and she could tell from the sudden surge of hot blood and the increasing throb that she was getting close to home. She put out a probing finger, careful not to hurt him as she traced the ticklish outline of his anal sphincter, then trekked a single fingernail safari up and down his perineum, gently tickling that tender strip of skin between asshole and balls until the boy's thighs were closing convulsively over her hand just as her thighs were disobeying her and locking about the steady rise and fall of little John's pelvis as he poured his thirteen-year-old cock to her raddled pussy.
It all felt so gooood! Ted tried not to think of all the lean years-the wasted years when she could have been doing wonderful things like fucking two boys at once instead of twisting her little ass out of shape at the practice bar. It was funny. During that one run of a month's one-a-day shows she had let Mr. Hammel do all sorts of wonderful things to her. Yet it had never occurred to her to experiment with anyone else after the production was over and Mr. Hammel had gone on his happy way toward some other budding Lolita. It had remained in her mind as a fond memory but there had been another show to practice for and all the boys in that cast had been more interested in each other than in her and the prima ballerina had been a kindly veteran of thirty-five whose only interest in Ted had been to knit her a. nice sweater. By the time, she was rested enough to be bored and curious again her interlude with Mr. Hammel had become rather hazy and, she suspected, the sort of thing only little girls of twelve did. And she was now thirteen.
And now she was thirty-nine, widowed, retired, with nothing to do but sail and fuck. Since her husband had died it had been all sailing. She guessed it was time for a turnabout. Somewhere topside the fog bell tolled. The yacht rocked gently at anchor and little John was timing his thrust so that the motion of the boat helped him slam into her deep each time she came up and he came whamming down.
And Albert was hovering anxiously in the wings, waiting for his turn once little John was fucked out. Ted guessed she could be in worse fixes-like alone! She caressed Albert's fourteen-year-old erection. She ran a gentle, tickling finger around the base of his cock, stirring the pubic bush with her fingernail. The boy's cock throbbed and pulsated. She focused her eyes and turned her head. Only inches away the boy's erection of perfection pointed straight at her. As she watched a tiny drop of crystal fluid formed at its tip.