Making a production of it, she paraded her naked body forward, around the mast and onto the triangular bunk in the forward portion of the cabin. She lay supine, facing the low overhead and watched the boys.
Albert glared at little John. Little John shrugged. Finally the older boy oozed in and carefully positioned himself atop her.
Ted opened her thighs and he scooted forward until she could feel the heat of his hot throbbing cock poking blindly at her crotch. She knew she really ought to be tired, not to want to do this any more but she seemed to have gotten a second, or was it a third or fourth wind and was hot to trot again.
She marveled. How many times had the boys cum? She had lost track. As for herself, she estimated conservatively that she must have cum at least ten times for each immature hair-trigger explosion she had provoked in this pair of teenage studs. She ought to be tired, satiated, fed up. Instead, she was ready to go again. So too, apparently, was Albert who seethed none the worse for his gut busting explosion down her throat only moments ago.
Could he get it all the way up this soon? She felt it thud blindly against one tender inner thigh and her question was answered. A moment later the boy rested his weight partly on her, nearly mashing her superbly upstanding tits as he put one hand down to guide the tip of his cock. She felt it touch the waiting wetness of her gaping snatch. The boy brought his hand back up and rested his weight on his elbows. He took a deep breath, held it, then began slowly pushing his cock in. Abruptly, Ted realized she had been holding her breath too. They both released slow happy sighs.
She felt the length of Albert's fourteen-year-old phallus slide deep into her, deep, deep, deeper until finally his bony pelvis touched hers. He stopped for a moment, ground around atop her, pushing and stretching, ramming his cock into-her raddled cunt from unexpected angles. It felt so gooooooooooood! It felt so good she wanted to go on forever just letting the boy do all the work as he fucked himself to death but there was still another curly-headed thirteen-year-old with a thirteen-year-old cock pristine in its insatiable stiffness to satisfy.
Ted sighed and wrapped her thighs around Albert so they would not come disconnected. Then, using the perfectly trained ballerina muscles in her ass and legs, she flopped on her side still holding the boy's cock tightly plugged into her. They wriggled and squirmed for a few minutes, then she was laying on her left side with Albert still fucking energetically away, ram slamming into her cunt for all the world as if it were a piece of soap which he was trying to use up as fast as possible.
She smiled a secret smile, secure in the knowledge that she would still have a cunt ready for other cocks long after this one was fucked out. That was one of the nicest things, she guessed, about being a woman.
Little John hovered impatiently on the sidelines. She supposed he had expected a blow-job just as she had given Albert while the curly-headed younger boy was pouring his tireless cock to her. But the boy couldn't work out the mechanics of connecting his crotch to her mouth while she and Albert lay on their sides. Finally Ted took pity and waved the boy in the opposite direction.
Puzzled, little John began insinuating his hairless thirteen-year-old body in onto the triangular-shaped mattress behind her.
Ted lay on her left side with Albert between her thighs, fucking away with the kind of energy one seldom sees after fourteen. Ted began slowly positioning him for the maneuver she had in mind, slowly forcing this flexed knees from between her thighs, gradually straightening and closing her own legs. At first Albert was unwilling to surrender any body contact. Then gradually he learned the difference, the heightened sensation when her legs were closed, helping to squeeze her cunt dosed tight around his throbbing tally whacker until he felt like he was achieving a famous first with a tight ten-year-old. "Aaaahhhh!" the boy gloated. He held his breath for a moment, struggled with the temptation to cum right then and there, and finally managed to control his eager fourteen-year-old body. Ted smiled a secret little smile. She opened her arms and drew his head in between her tits, subtly guiding him until the, fourteen-year-old was giving her almost as much of a turn-on licking, kissing and sucking her tits as he was with his hot throbbing rod sliding in and out of her newly tightened cunt.
Meanwhile little John huddled disconsolate behind them, unable even to get a handful of tit. Ted reached back to touch his firm, hairless body. Slowly, she let her hand slide down the front of his body with a smooth tickling gesture. By the time she found his cock it was standing firmly at ready. She squeezed it and the boy moaned and buried his face in the nape of her neck.
She squeezed and caressed it again and the boy pushed against her moaning his need into her ear. Meanwhile Albert was fucking her as steadily and energetically as the smaller boy had been doing moments ago. Had it only been moments since the three of them had exploded and cum? Ted marveled at the recuperative powers of her thirty-nine year-old body.
She held the thirteen-year-old's hairless cock in her hand and guided it toward her, pulling the willing boy closer. She wondered how much he knew about anatomy-if he had ever experimented in this particular way with boys or girls of his own age. Probably not, she guessed. From the way the boy was acting he seemed to expect her to clasp his cock between her thighs and squeeze him into dry-bagged oblivion. But Ted had better uses than that for a stiff thirteen-year-old cock.
Moving slowly and carefully so as not to break the rhythm of Albert's powerful drive up her well-slicked cunt, she guided the younger boy by the most convenient handle. She could feel her whole body atwitter at the memory of the last time-had it really been twenty-eight years?-when Mr. Hammel had introduced her to this cherry conserving form of eroticism.
Finally she felt the younger boy's cock tip pushing at the appropriate spot. She tried to relax, to let herself go all loose. She put her hand around behind little John's ass and gave him an encouraging pat. The boy shoved.
It hurt like blazing sin. Ted had forgotten how it could hurt to try to start a cock, no matter how willing, up a dry asshole. She hesitated, got her finger down there and brought a little of the copious lubrication from Albert's relentless entry and exit from her well-slicked cunt back where it could help little John. Then she patted the boy's ass again.
This time when he pushed it was like breaking a maidenhead. He pushed hard and steady against an insurmountable pressure, hurting like the seven deadly sins, and then suddenly the obstruction was no longer there and the boy was in, in IN!
She felt his straight hard cock sliding seemingly miles up her asshole. His entry was timed with one of Albert's full length thrusts and the sudden ingress of two cocks filled her unto bursting. Ted had never felt so good in her life until an instant later when both cocks started coming out of her at once and the sudden blessed emptiness was so comforting that it felt almost as if she had cum. She relaxed, surrendered, gave up. From now on it was up to the boys. She would let them do whatever they wanted. Now their rhythm had broken, one going in as the other came out. It felt so wondrously and curiously odd to have her whole insides pushed rhythmically back and forth under the alternating displacement of first one cock and then the other that she could almost detach her mind from the saturated eroticism to analyze the feel that was driving her to the edge of orgasm with every stroke.