The boy's delighted surprise when she had first wrapped her warm lips around his thudding thumper was still evident. He was stiff, straining with his effort not to cum. She waited, her mouth soft and warm around the tip of his tool, but not doing anything to provoke an orgasm in this eager boy. Finally she felt his lean, hard-muscled loins relaxing.
She wondered what she ought to do first. If she did the usual things she knew the boy's raging rod would surrender immediately, would tremble and shudder and spurt its precious load into her mouth before she had time to get used to the taste of a man's cock after all these long lonely years of deprivation, and before the boy had time to learn of the infinite variety of oral delights in store for the dedicated player of the skin flute.
Then she remembered that halcyon day atop the mountain when she and Mr. Hughes had cured each other of snake bite. Carefully, she took her mouth from around the throbbing head of Albert's eager hammer. She sensed his outraged surprise, his mystification as she drew him closer, forced his thighs farther apart and kissed her way up the sensitive underside of his hot throbbing hammer. Then, moving with exaggerated care, she opened her mouth wide and captured his squirming balls. With his just-hairing scrotum enclosed inside her
mouth, Ted took-a deep breath and then began the same long sustained droning hummmmmmm that had driven her crackers the day Mr. Hughes had vibrated his lust against her warm cherry. Hummmmmmm!
Albert's thighs closed convulsively over her ears. He squirmed and twisted, throwing her every way but off as he struggled not to spill his seed under the sustained buzzing tickle of Ted's humming. She felt the throbbing shank of his cock thump where it lay sandwiched between his belly and her face, fucked snugly alongside her nose with its hot thumping head touching her forehead. She felt the warning flutter that meant he would soon flood her with cum. She didn't want to end it that soon. She stopped humming for a moment and managed to get a hand in between their straining bodies.
She squeezed the bead of the fourteen-year-old's cock until his fluttering rush to cum subsided. They lay stiff, intensely aware of each others bodies, feeling the tension build as their minds struggled to prolong pleasure, working in opposition to their bodies which struggled to cum right then!
And little John still played "telephone," switching his mouth and ear from one magnificent tit to the other, switching tits without missing a stroke of his steadfast pumping, feeding long deep steady strokes into her seething snatch, in and out, in and out with a rhythm as dependable as a grandfather dock's.
She felt her belly warm and swirl as her insides loomed over a chasm of orgasm, threatening to melt and overflow with each wonderful plunge. Resolutely, she turned her mind away from the constant in and out, in and out. She pursed her lips once more tightly around Albert's scrotum. With his balls in her mouth, she took another deep breath, wriggled about until she was comfortable, moved the boy's clasping thighs apart a moment to relieve the pressure on her ears, then took another breath and braced herself for action. The boy seemed to sense that something was coming. He scooted closer to her, tried to get a hand on the nape of her neck and draw her in closer, deeper. Ted closed her eyes and went "Hummmmmm."
Down between her tits little John wet his lips, took a breath and, mouth tight over one of her rock hard little virginal nipples, went "Hummmmmm."
It excited Ted with its unexpectedness. She hummed harder and louder about Albert's balls. Little John hummed over both of her nipples, never missing a stroke as his faithful phallus fucked away. She felt her belly churn and gather forces for another orgasm. No! she told herself. Not now! It'll tear me apart, kill me, I've got to get my mind off how good it feels or I'll wail and yodel and shriek and flop around like a fresh-caught fish and I'll scare both these wonderful boys to death. Not now, she pleaded. Just let me relax and enjoy it. I don't want to cum again!
She struggled, shivered, and finally managed to outlast the spasm. Carefully, she relaxed, trying to accept the steady slide of little John's cock in and out of her seething pussy as another of life's rhythms, normal as breathing or circulation. But it was not normal, she knew, to be enjoying two cocks at once. It was blessedly super-normal and she resolved to accept life's gifts gratefully, making the most of each passing day. If life had given her two stiff young pricks today, it was up to her to stay awake, conscious, and enjoy them. She couldn't go fainting from cunt fever every five minutes.
She took a fresh breath and began her heavy voiced hummmmmmm again. From the strenuous squirming she knew she was getting to the older boy. Alongside her nose and forehead she felt the sudden spurting growth, the rock harness of his cock strained for release. She pursed her lips around his balls and hummmmmm longer, harder, louder.
Meanwhile, little John was returning the compliment on her nipples until she felt her whole torso blush pink from the joyous stimulation of his busy mouth. And down below in cant country his cock pumped tirelessly, never missing a stroke in its rhythm of pull out, hesitate, feint twice, pull nearly all the way out, then push long, slow and steady inward, displacing her thrilling innards with its firmness, making her tremble on the edge of a chasm or orgasm until finally he bottomed. Bottomed out, the boy clung to her for a soul-tearing second, maleness straining against feminity. Then, slow as an hour hand he would begin his withdrawal, stopping halfway out to plunge it home again, pulling out to screw it around at odd angles, stretching her vagina in delightfully unexpected ways before he pulled the head of his massive hammer out far enough to stretch and relax her clit a half dozen times with his in-and-out feints. Ted had never been in heaven but until she experienced something better she knew this was going to be her idea of bliss.
She struggled not to cum, to relax and enjoy to the fullest little John's pumping, in a tranquility that would give leisure to appreciate its finesse. But meanwhile the same curly-headed thirteen-year-old was kissing her tits, licking her nipples, playing "telephone," humming over her areolas with his open mouth until, even if he had not been fucking her into dry-bagged giggles, she was ready to shriek and yodel her good fortune to the seagulls, the seals, foghorns and buoys. She glanced at a porthole and saw fog outside. Topside the automatic foghorn sounded again.
Down below fourteen-year-old Albert still had his cock sandwiched between his belly and her tight-pressing face. She had his just-hairing balls in her mouth and was driving the older boy up the wall with her gentle ceaseless hummmmmm.
Albert's hands were groping restlessly over every inch of her nude body not covered by the lustily pumping thirteen-year-old. He caressed her neck and back, tickled her flanks, ran loving hands up and down the outside of her legs, ran hands over every part of her ass not occupied by the pumping thirteen-year-old. Which didn't leave him with much to do since he couldn't kiss her and get blown at the same time. And the smaller boy had fully occupied cunt, belly and tits.
Albert was rapidly going mad under the assault of her mouth sucking, licking, humming around his balls. He was straddling the ragged edge of cum, unable to move in either direction. Ted sensed his desperation in the ever more eager search of his hands for some part of her body he could fondle or grab. He was massaging her ass with eager hands, running a tickling finger up her crack until it was blocked by little John's balls. She was enjoying a gentle turn-on each time his questing finger passed over her thrumming asshole.
Then her attention drifted back to little John's steady pumping. It was hard to tell but she thought he was going a little faster now, coming down just a faint whap harder each time his pelvis slammed into her gaping crotch. She tried to relax, to savor the feel of his eager young cock ram slamming into her seething slit. How many years, she tried to remember, had it been since a man had ram slammed into her with joyous abandon?