Dale knew instinctively what Jo was thinking. He hadn't been screwing women all these years without learning a few things about them. He pushed her off his cock and pulled her up to him. Her large tits quivered as they rubbed against his body. The tiny clitoris pressed against his leg as she was pulled forward. When she reached the level of his prick with her moist cunt, she rubbed the head of his cock with her clit until she'd gained the level of pleasure she had before. She was coming. Her stomach grew weak with desire and she let herself fall, slipping down its great, gleaming length until she writhed on it in mindless, greedy abandon. She was coming as his cock rammed against her cervix. She melted in ecstasy, shivered through a series of pleasure waves until she couldn't fuck his mouth with her tongue, but had to hiss her satisfaction in his ear.
"I'm coming. Dale, coming! Yes, yes, coming, coming… coming!"
Everything went red and black and she quivered and plunged into the depths of her orgasm, mindless of time or place.
When she regained her sense she rose from his cock, hearing the sweet suction. As his enormous cock came away from the place in which it had supplied so much pleasure, she knelt again between his legs.
She took his cock into her mouth, loving the taste of her own juice. She ran her wet lips up and down it, knowing that softness was what he needed first. Gentle, soft sucking, and maybe some psychological warfare.
"I love doing this," she told Dale. "I want you to come in my mouth." She moaned over the head of his cock. "I've never had anyone come in my mouth, and I want to taste it."
Already the juice, of their recent fucking was gone and her lips moved on their own wetness. She knew it wouldn't be long.
And it wasn't. "Ohhhhh!" he moaned, helpless in the early stages of his orgasm. "Ohhhh!"
His pelvis jerked, throwing his huge cock up into her mouth. She tried to cushion everything with her lips, but his movements were wild. Cruelly, he jammed his enormous organ into her throat. His moans were louder than hers and even more blissful to her ears. She loved it!
She felt the first hot gush with her tongue, and she was ready for its re-entry. She sucked madly, swallowing automatically. It rammed again into her throat and she let it ram as far as it could, sucking and swallowing as it receded. Again, and again, and again, until her mind clouded with bliss. She felt her cunt contract and relax in a kind of sympathetic orgasm. She'd never believed that possible-that she could come while sucking a cock.
When he went soft she crawled back up into his arms and lay quietly. She reached with one hand and held his limp cock lovingly. Dale placed his hand between her legs, the flat of it up against her cunt. She loved feeling it there. It gave her a sense of being, and a sense of security.
Jo started home in the early dawn. She walked slowly, limping a little. Her pussy was sore. She smiled, remembering that it was Dale's beautiful cock that had made it sore. She hoped it would stay sore a long time. It would be a reminder of the night, a night when she felt she had overcome her attachment for boys.
Dale had screwed her steadily during the last half hour she had laid with him. Neither of them had been able to come, but it was a sweet and beautiful experience. He fucked her with slow and measured strokes. He had kissed her, sometimes passionately and sometimes tenderly. He had fondled her tits, and she had reached around and played with his balls.
As Jo approached Jenny's cottage, the front door opened and a man hurried down the walk, got into his car and drove off. She smiled to herself. Good old Jen. Leave it to her not to spend an evening alone.
The dressing table light was burning in the bedroom. Jenny was sprawled on her bed, sleeping peacefully. She was lying on her side, more face down than otherwise. Her hair was rumpled, her mouth without lipstick. One tit was completely exposed, the other crushed beneath her body. She had tried to cover herself with a sheet but had apparently been too exhausted to complete the job. Her pussy hairs were exposed.
Jo reached down and gently drew the sheet over the other girl.
Afterward, she removed her powder blue dress. She felt like crying. Suddenly it had lost its sexy glamour and had become rather pathetic-looking. She kicked off her shoes, stripped off her nylons, then removed her panties.
She was so glad to have finally rid herself of the love for young boys. She knew Dale had aroused something in her. It was good! So good with him! She'd never need a young boy again.
Naked, she stood in front of the full-length mirror. Then, picking up a robe, she sat at the table. She remembered Mario and all the boys that followed years later. It had been good with them too, and really, there was nothing wrong in her teaching them sex, giving them their first fucking. Oh, she rationalized, I kept them from growing up inhibited. She sat at the table for a long time and felt her body go through all kinds of reactions. Images of what the first boy had done popped into her mind with terrible urgency, and she squeezed them out again and again.
There was a faint burning sensation between her thighs that turned to a tickling itch. She could feel her womb expanding and contracting with irregular spasms, and her nipples began to feel warm.
She stood up to go back into the bedroom and take a shower and go to bed, or do something that would occupy her mind and rid it of the thoughts all her young boys had put there in one way or another. She felt her robe stick to the chair seat and give a gentle tug across her abdomen as if she'd spilled some syrup there and hadn't wiped it up.
She looked down and gasped with shock. A sense of betrayal washed over her again, as if her body were determined to undermine her all the way. A big, glistening wet spot was on the seat of the chair. She looked quickly and saw a matching stain on the back of her robe, and nearly cried with frustration.
The shudders that had shaken her body hadn't been from fear-they'd been from desire! While her mind had rejected the images of a young boy's penis, her body had' accepted it totally and signified so by making her cunt gush forth its sticky syrup in a terrible amount.
Horrified, she ran into the other room and stripped her clothes from her body and jumped into the cold shower until her teeth were chattering and her skin was peppered with goosebumps.
Only then did she feel safe in coming out to try to think this thing through rationally.
It was daylight now and she didn't feel sleepy. When Jo had toweled herself dry she walked into the bedroom and stood in front of the mirror again. She surveyed herself as if taking a last look at her body, or was it the first look-she couldn't decide which.
She watched her breasts swell and her nipples surge forward readily, then she cupped her tits in her palms and groaned with lust, making them swell outward toward the mirror. As soon as the sound had escaped her lips, she blushed. God! Even the cold shower hadn't cooled the fires burning inside her. She needed a boy and fast! Her hips began revolving, and her legs parted. Her golden bush seemed to be melting from her mound as the drops of moisture formed on it and ran to the tips of the silky curls, loading her mat like a paint brush dipped in molten gold.
From behind the open door, she saw Carl, the boy who had been so lonesome for his girl, Debbie. She started to cry out in alarm, but then Carl noticed the sleeping Jenny and he put a finger to his lips; "shhh" it was saying. He undressed, leaving his clothes on the floor in a pile and walked toward Jo.
She didn't feel as if she would or could even be able to separate reality from fantasy. It was Carl, but yet it was as if she were in a trance herself.
She thrust her pelvis forward and saw her pink cunt-lips puff up and part readily and exhibit the moist meat at the mouth of her tunnel. She could feel the ripples of need undulating along its length, making it stretch and grow soft and slippery and warm inside, readying itself for something. Jo was unaware of what, but she felt as if she had to have something inserted in it. Maybe something belonging to Carl, dream or not