Trudy knew she was being impish and evil. She deliberately swayed her tight, bumble-bee ass-hillocks as she moved up the stairs ahead of the boys. She stopped once just so the taller one would bump into her and feel her warm softness. "It's old clothes." She smiled and trilled again at the raw lust she saw painted on their faces. She motioned them into her bedroom and glanced through her closet. Why was she doing this? Why was she deliberately tormenting these young boys? She knew they could see through her flimsy nightie and were awed by her body.
She didn't want to screw them. They were too immature, too young to be able to do her any good. Hell, she needed a cock the size of Chuck's or Tom's or Mr. Lamb's. These babies damn sure couldn't help her. So why was she doing it?
She took an old skirt down and turned to face them. Their faces were beet-red flushed, they were breathing hard, and, giggles of giggles, little lumps of cock were straining out from their crotches. She deep-sexy laughed and the words that came out seemed to be said by another person. "Why, what's the matter, boys? Haven't you ever seen a woman's body before?"
"Only in Playboy magazine," the smaller one spoke and his eyes seemed to grow bolder. "But nothing like yours, Ma'm. You have the prettiest I've ever seen."
"Well, aren't you sweet?" Trudy still didn't under stand her actions or talk. What was the matter with her? Why was she acting this way? They couldn't do her any good. Still the punch line of a dirty joke she remembered hearing a long time ago, concerning big and little pricks, popped into her head. "A woman would rather be tickled to death than clubbed." Her eyes darted back to their crotches. My goodness! But their little cocks must be hard. She wondered what they looked like? What a developing prick felt like. She had never seen or felt one before. "Haven't you boys ever felt a lady before?" Good God, why did she ask that?
"No, Ma'm!" they both chorused, and the smaller one stepped forward, stuck out his jaw and said, "But I'd darn sure like to. How about it, Ma'm. Can I feel you?"
"Maybe." Trudy was enjoying this game. There was something thrilling in teasing, in watching their faces, in observing the raw passionate lust that seemed to cover these babies like a haze. "Have either of you ever been to bed with a woman?"
They shook their heads. The smaller one unconsciously rubbed at his crotch. The taller one licked his lips, his eyes literally burning in his head.
Trudy looked at the bright-eyed, craving faces waiting, praying for her next words. So they never had had a woman before! Well, now, maybe she would give them a thrill. A real thrill. But first she would tease them a bit. "Would you like to go to bed with me?"
"Oh wow, yes!" Their heads bobbed up and down.
"All right," Trudy said, "get your clothes off and lie on the bed." Trudy waited until they were naked and under the sheet, then she smiled and peeled off her shortie nightie that was covering her magnificent body. She allowed the boys to stare and drool, then stretched her arms upward in a luxurious, wanton invitation while lidding her eyes to bedroom sensuousness and arching her back so that her voluptuous, quivering, magnificent breasts strained outward and upward.
"Oh my God!" The taller boy's eyes practically bugged from his head and his cock sprang up under the covers, tenting the sheets.
"Come on, lady!" The smaller boy was nervously fondling his hard-on. "Come on, before I go off."
Trudy pouted. "Don't you boys want to do it right?"
"Hell yes," the taller one said.
"Nuts," the smaller one said, "I can do it, come on."
Trudy kept her smile and made up her mind. The smaller one! Yes, she would fix the smaller one first. Trudy sauntered over to the bed and arched her eyebrows in a question. "Who are you boys, and why the sheet? You can't do it right with a sheet over you."
"I'm Ben." The taller one kicked the sheet away.
"Roy," said the suddenly embarrassed smaller one.
Trudy had to suppress a giggle when the old rhyme popped into her head while looking at their skinny young bodies.
"Little dick, pink ball, no hair Ben" and "Needle dick, Roy, the bug fucker." After the real cudgels that she had put in her the past two days, she wondered if she would even feel their little peters. Ah well! On with her plan. "I'll do it one at a time," she told the boys. "You first." She nodded to Roy and crawled on top of him.
"Jeeessssseeesl" Roy uttered as her searing hot, super soft body straddled his trembling stomach and she dropped one velutinous, woman-fragrant breast so that the nipple barely brushed his lips.
My God, but he had never imagined that a woman would feel so ungodly soft and warm and smell so eating delicious. Her satin, moist, radiating cunt with its silken pubic hairs was nesting on his groin, his erect, throbbing cock was barely touching her singeing ass-globes and one fiery rubberish nipple was in his mouth. Oh shit! Oh shit!
Roy grabbed the velvet, swarm, ungodly soft mass of mammary delight in both hands and greedily mouthed the sponge-rubber, tender nipple. God! In his whole life he had never felt or tasted anything like this! A pure lust bouquet seemed to engulf his nose, his face, his brain, in an enchanting erotic stupor. He mouthed and sucked and bit the tempting morsel while he pumped and drove his aching explosive cock upwards and into the crack of her wiggling, scorching ass-cheeks. God, it was heaven. Heaven!
"Owww! Not so hard, Roy," Trudy cautioned. "Suck it gently. Easy!" and she reached back and lasciviously fondled his thrusting, flopping nuts.
Roy couldn't stand it! Nothing in his whole life had prepared him for such glorious, volatile caresses. Each upward thrust of his raging prick produced a moist, flaming ass-cheek rub that sparkled electrical erotic bolts down his cock, then splattered into a carnal luxurious joy throughout his young body.
His mouth was full of warm, perspiration-covered, satin soft, yielding, lustful tit while his fingers were mashing and moulding unfathomable sensuous discovery from the dome of desire. He was on the brink of cumming, but didn't have his cock in her. He removed his mouth from the tit love harvest to order her to put it in but at that moment, she stroked his thundering scrotum.
"OH GOD!" ripped from his mouth instead of the order and his pulsating, volcanic cock jerked and spewed trapped, boiling jism in unleashed droplets. "Aaahhhh ffuuuckkkk!" he bellowed as the rapturous cum-joy coughed from his spurting prick.
Trudy giggled. She had done it. She had made him cum and he hadn't put it in her. To make certain he was through, Trudy brought her wee hand upwards and quick jacked on his spurting prick.
"Oh don't! Quit!" Roy jerked from the jacking. "Stop," and he swatted at her hand to make her stop. Trudy let loose and crawled off the spent boy.
"Now you." She smiled at Ben. "Move over. You get on top."
Ben was almost beside himself. He had watched Roy suck and ass-cheek fuck this unbelievably beautiful woman until his cock was twitching and jerking almost beyond control. Now she was beside him and smiling, beckoning him to enjoy her beautiful body.
Ben had dreamed of this moment. The last year or so he had spent hours feasting on Playboy magazines and the assortment of nudie-sun worship pictorials. He had stared at the big-busted women and fantasized his lips over and on the luscious mounds of mama. In his mind he could feel the soft yielding responsive bodies as he cupped their hair-hidden mysteries and experienced the joy of fucking by jacking off his eager virgin cock. Now he had a live one beside him. He didn't have to imagine anymore. He didn't have to pretend. He had a warm, tender, delicious, willing female now and he was going to know exactly how it felt.
She was such a beautiful thing that Ben didn't know where to start. She was much smaller than he and couldn't weigh a hundred;pounds. Her silken blond hair was billowed out on the pillow, framing her innocent, pretty baby face. Her eyes were opened wide with acceptance and her pupils dilated in insatiable salacious lust promise.