Boy Loving Wife
by Unknown


CHAPTER ONE 

I could tell just by the way the kid was looking at me that he was hot to 
jump my bones-but that did not come as a shock to me. I have known for many 
years that I am a hot fox. 

I have known since soon after puberty that I have a strong effect on males 
of all ages. This kid was about sixteen and he was looking at me like I was 
some sort of goddess. 

I have to admit that I thought he was pretty cute too. We were standing at 
the front entrance of a huge government office building in Washington, D.C. 
My husband is a senator, you see, and on this particular day I was there to 
see him. 

But I had arrived early and I had some time to kill. What better way to pass 
the remainder of the afternoon than to have some hot sex with a teenaged 
boy? 

I couldn't think of a better idea. I knew that the pages in this building 
had a reputation for being little minks when it came to sex. The word was 
that the teenagers who worked in that building liked to fuck like 
bunnies-and they sounded like my sort of people. 

I hadn't made it with any of the youngsters up until that time. All of this 
happened last spring when I was discovering a lot of things about myself. 

I had only cheated on my husband twice up until that time and both times it 
was with an old lover. One time for old time's sake. You know the deal. Very 
discreet. Nothing to feel guilty about, certainly not. 

This was the first time I had ever plotted to have sex with a stranger. I 
was thirty-two years old at the time-twice the age of the skinny blonde kid 
who was giving me the eye. The age difference didn't bother me. 

I figured there was a good chance the kid knew more about sex than I did-I 
had been quite naive when I was younger before I was married. And, even if 
he didn't know about sex as much as I gave him credit for, I figured that 
playing sexual teacher would be fun. 

"Where are you headed, lady?" the boy said. His baby blue eyes were 
twinkling at me. He was a bold boy. I could tell by the knowing expression 
on his cute face that this was no virgin I was dealing with here. I suppose 
I should have felt guilty about robbing the cradle like that, but I didn't. 
I was convinced that I was about to have a sexual adventure and was looking 
forward to nothing but fun. 

"I am here to see Senator Mumm. I'm Mrs. Mumm. Tammy Mumm," I said. "But I 
am very early for my appointment. Is there a place where I can wait 
comfortably?" 

"That depends," the boy said. He tilted his head a little to one side. I 
thought he was going to wink at me for a second from the naughty expression 
on his face. He didn't wink but he did move his slender hips from side to 
side a little bit-which I found acutely seductive. 

"What does it depend on?" I asked. I could feel the hot blood of my body 
pumping downward toward the pink delta between my legs. I could tell that 
both my inner and outer cunt lips were well on their way to being thoroughly 
engorged with the hot blood of my feminine horniness. 

"On whether or not you want to wait alone," he said. This time he did wink 
and I couldn't help but laugh. The kid had balls-trying to pick up a 
senator's wife. I could have had him fired on the spot for acting the way he 
was acting-if I wanted to be an old fuddy-duddy. I guess the kid could see 
right through me. I guess he could tell by one look at me that I was every 
bit as horny as he was. 

"I don't want to be alone at all," I said making a purring noise in the back 
of my throat. My entire neck vibrated when I made that sound and I 
sounded-if I do say so myself-very much like a real cat. 

"Good, then I know a perfect place on the third floor where the two of us 
can be alone together," the boy said. He turned his back to me and began to 
walk toward the elevator. I stepped quickly on my high heels-click, click, 
click-until I was shoulder to shoulder with him once again. 

"So, what is your name?" I asked him. I found myself looking at the crotch 
of his page boy uniform. I could tell by the size of the bulge in his crotch 
that the kid was hung like a horse. I like a kid with a big dick. The bigger 
the better-that has always been my motto. 

"My name is Christopher Cummings. I know your husband. He's an okay guy. He 
sure is lucky to have a wife as sexy as you," Christopher said to me. I 
looked down at his crotch once again and I could see that the bulge there 
had grown even larger in the previous few seconds. 

"I wish someone would explain that to him. He is so busy all the time I 
hardly ever get to see him. When I do he treats me like a piece of 
furniture," I said. 

"That's too bad. Well, I guess you must be pretty frustrated. I have my 
break now so nobody will be expecting me for a half hour. Maybe I can get 
some of the frustration out of your system before we part ways." 

"You sure do have quite a line for a kid your age," I said. I wasn't just 
kidding him. I was sincere. He spoke better than most teenagers and he 
seemed a lot more sure of himself. I guess that boys learn confidence with 
women early in life when they are blessed with humongous dicks like the one 
Christopher had between his slender legs. 

We waited for the elevator. When the door opened and we stepped into the 
quiet elevator together there was no one else around. I thought the kid 
might jump me right then and there. But he didn't. He was cool. He was going 
to wait until our privacy was assured. 

Good boy. 

"Do you take many women up to this room?" I asked. 

"Not a lot. I pick my spots," Christopher said to me. 

"How old are you?" I asked with a curious expression. 

"How old do I look?" Christopher asked defiantly. 

"About sixteen," I said, looking up and down his entire body. 

"There you go. I got an early start," Christopher said. I laughed. 

"I was a late bloomer myself," I said. "We're even." 

The elevator stopped on the third floor and we walked all the way to the end 
of the hall. Christopher looked up and down the hallway and then opened an 
office door. He gestured for me to be quiet and enter quickly. 

He was about an inch taller than me. Of course, I am a rather tall woman, 
standing five eight. Statuesque, you might say. I was a string bean as a 
teenager, but, most men agree, I have filled out quite nicely. I don't want 
to sound like I am bragging or anything like that but I have heard myself 
described as a bombshell. There was no question about the boy's taste 
because he was with me. I attracted boys even when I was skinny because I 
always had a very open-minded attitude, but I don't think I REALLY started 
turning them on until I got to college and my figure finally began to fill 
out. 

Christopher shut the door behind him and we turned to face one another. I 
kicked off my high heels and moved closer to him. He wrapped his arms around 
my slender waist. 

I placed my hands at the back of his neck and folded my dainty fingers 
together. Our faces moved closer to one another as if we were moving in slow 
motion. We closed our eyes. We paused when our lips were only a fraction of 
an inch apart-certainly close enough for us to be able to feel each other's 
hot moist breath. We could feel each other's radiating body heat. Then our 
lips did press together. Christopher kissed me gently at first and then more 
firmly so that I could feel my lips being pressed back over my teeth. Our 
lips were like two pairs of sensuous pillows as they writhed together. At 
first we kissed only with our lips. Then-just as if we had rehearsed the act 
many times in the past-we both offered the tips of our tongues at precisely 
the same time. We touched the tips of our pink tasters together and I could 
feel the horniness in my cunt growing in leaps and bounds. I was wearing a 
tight red dress that showed off my figure. 

I pressed my tits against him. I felt his cock throbbing against the front 
of my thigh, through my dress and his pants. I could feel his knee working 
up between my legs so that he was pressing against my crotch. 

I could feel the little glands inside my pussy starting to secrete my 
natural lubrication-the slippery stuff designed to help a thick cock slip in 
and out of that fuck hole with great ease. Yes, my cunt was already 
moist-and I could tell that it wouldn't be long before my poontang was 
SOAKING WET from the nectar being secreted inside my hot quim. My pussy 
flesh-all of those many folds of pink mucous membrane-were fully engorged 
with hot blood by this time. 

I could feel my natural lubrication pooling at the base of my pussy gash, in 
between my protruding and slightly curled back inner cunt lips. 

I could tell that it wouldn't be long before I began to make a wet spot on 
the crotch of my pink panties. The juice was accumulating at the mouth of my 
fuck hole. 

My nipples were getting hard. 

My breasts felt swollen. 

My pussy flesh quivered. 

My inner thighs were hot. 

I could feel my pussy flesh starting to crawl around in between my legs just 
as if it had all suddenly developed a mind of its own magically. 

I could feel my clitoris starting to grow into an erection at the very top 
of my cunt. My love button was pushing out from under the fleshy sheath that 
usually all but covered it. 

I could tell that my clitoral foreskin was being pushed up and out of the 
way by my constantly growing little man in the boat. I could tell that it 
wasn't going to be very long at all before the center of my womanly pleasure 
was DEMANDING attention. 

Soon Christopher and I were exploring the insides of each other's mouths 
thoroughly with our bold and curious tasters. He was licking at my teeth. 

I was licking at his gums. 

He was sucking my tongue and licking at the insides of my cheeks. I pushed 
my tongue under his and began to stimulate his salivary gland. 

I could feel my mouth watering. 

My own salivary gland was working overtime. The oral stimulation was making 
my mouth water and I found that I had to swallow more frequently than usual 
to keep from drooling. 

My cunt was aching badly. 

I could feel my natural lubrication drooling out of my cunt onto my 
panties-making the soft cottony material crawl up in between my swollen cunt 
lips. 

I found this most uncomfortable. 

My pussy, all of a sudden, felt as if it were suffocating. My cunt felt as 
if it were badly in need of fresh air. My twat was trapped in a cloth 
prison. 

I felt his hands on my ass. 

Christopher had one of my ass cheeks in either of his hands-still outside my 
dress and he was kneading the firm yet supple flesh in a most lovely way. 

We quaffed each other's sweet spittle. 

The kiss lasted for a long time and we were both on the breathless side by 
the time it was through. Our lips came apart-and then our tongues separated. 

A string of spittle bridged us. 

We both pulled back with our heads a few more inches and that string of 
spittle broke in its center, half falling onto either of our chins. 

I could feel my horniness having an effect on my respiratory system. I 
realized that I was already beginning to pant-pant like the wild animal in 
heat I wanted so badly to become. 

I didn't bother to tell Christopher that I had never done anything like this 
before. I figured there was no way the kid would believe me anyway. I didn't 
want to tell him that there was a good chance that he had had more lovers 
than I. He looked up to me as a serious lover with great experience and 
technique-and I didn't want to shatter his illusion. I wanted to become what 
he thought I was already. I love boys. I have always loved boys. I think I 
always will. I had only kissed him once and I think I wanted to fuck more 
than I had ever wanted to fuck before. I could feel my horniness growing in 
leaps and bounds. My libido's ache was mounting in quantum leaps. I moved my 
mouth rapidly to the side of his neck. I kissed him there. Then his mouth 
moved to my neck and he found my jugular vein. He licked and kissed and bit 
up and down my neck. I turned my head to one side so that it would be easier 
for him. He had a magic mouth. At least Christopher knew how to do magic 
things with that hot mouth of his. 

He used his sharp white teeth to bite my neck-but he was smart enough not to 
allow his teeth to linger in one spot long enough to leave any lasting 
marks. 

He knew that it wouldn't be so hot if I showed up at my husband's office 
with a hickey on my neck!!! 

Christopher flicked the tip of his tongue back and forth across my dangling 
earlobe. My ears are pierced and I was wearing little gold ball earrings on 
that day. 

Christopher pushed his bold and curious taster right inside my ear at that 
moment. He pushed deep into my inner ear canal with his wet tongue. I 
shivered. 

I could feel the little hairs at the back of my slender neck standing on end 
as my body's entire surface area became covered with goose bumps. 

Yes, every square inch of my skin became covered with bumpy gooseflesh. I 
could feel the wet spot in the crotch of my panties getting a little bit 
larger with each passing second. 

My red dress was cut low in the front, in a vee, so that a plentiful portion 
of my long deep cleavage was clearly visible. My dress was hemmed below the 
knee. 

But the dress was slit up the side so that I flashed my shapely legs with 
every step I took. The boy was breathing even harder than I was. 

"Let's fuck," I said. 

I had never had a vulgar vocabulary, even in bed, before. Somehow it seemed 
inappropriate to call what Christopher and I were about to do making love. 
We were going to fuck. That was the only word for it. We were animals with 
animalistic needs-and we were going to use each other's bodies for 
satisfaction. Love had nothing to do with it. 

"That's the best idea I have heard all day," Christopher said. 

I pulled away from him and turned my back to him slowly. 

"Unzip me please," I said. Again I made the purring noise. 

"My pleasure," Christopher said, trying to make his voice sound deeper and 
more grown-up than it actually was. 

The zipper went from the center of my back all the way down to the top of 
the crack of my ass. I was wearing no bra. I could feel his fingers working 
nimbly. He didn't seem at all nervous. I thought about how much fun I could 
have had back when I was sixteen if I had been as sure of myself as 
Christopher was. 

When my dress was unzipped all the way I felt him peeling the material back 
over my shoulders. I helped him. I wiggled my self out of my dress, letting 
it fall in a pile at my feet. 

I stepped out of the dress and turned facing him in just my panties and my 
stockings. His cock looked like it was going to come bursting out of the 
crotch of his pants at any second. 

I slowly removed my stockings and then peeled off my underwear. I sighed as 
the wet material pulled out of the cleavage between my swollen cunt lips. He 
was licking and smacking his lips obscenely as he looked at me while I was 
as naked as the day I was born. 

"Nice," he said. 

"Thanks." 

"You are about the foxiest woman I have ever seen-and I consider myself 
quite an expert on the subject," Christopher exclaimed. 

"You get undressed," I said. 

"Nah, I'll just whip out my prick," he said. 

"What position would you like to fuck in?" I asked. 

"Just bend over the desk. I'll take you from the rear." 

"Okie-dokie," I said, with an almost girlish enthusiasm. 

I didn't turn my back to him right away and he could tell that I was waiting 
for him to hitch down his drawers. 

"I'd like to get a look at the dick that's about to plow into me, thank 
you," I heard myself say. 

"Sure thing." 

In a flash the teenager's hands were on his belt. He unbuckled his brass 
belt buckle and unbuttoned the single button that held the tops of his 
trousers together. 

He then pulled down the zipper to his fly and worked his thumbs under the 
top of his pants and the elastic to his jockey shorts. 

He pulled his pants and his white underwear down simultaneously and I could 
see his dick come snapping out from his crotch like a horny jack in the box. 

I puckered my lips. I sucked in cool air. 

I produced a low whistling noise of unadulterated appreciation. His cock was 
even bigger than I imagined. 

I could tell that he was going to fill me to the brim with that cock meat of 
his. It was both long and thick. 

I reached down and took his cock in my hand. I gave it a squeeze. I loved 
the way his boner felt. 

I could feel his awesome tool of masculinity throbbing against my palm and 
the insides of my fingers. 

I tickled his balls a little bit with the tips of my fingernails and I loved 
the way he sounded when he moaned. 

I then turned my back to him. The office was quite plush, and I wondered why 
it was never used. 

I could see that the desk was huge and made of oak. There was a big picture 
window that overlooked the Washington Monument. 

The walls were lined with shelves designed to hold books. But there were no 
books. The floor was carpeted. 

The rug was a thick shag with soft pile. Maybe the office had once belonged 
to someone who got arrested. 

Government was being ravaged by an FBI investigation. Maybe there were more 
empty offices in that building than I realized. One thing was for sure. If 
there was an empty office, Christopher knew where it was. 

I would have thought that vacated offices would be kept locked-but I didn't 
ask Christopher about this. 

I found it increasingly difficult to think about ANYTHING other than sex at 
that divine, seductive moment. 

I could feel my natural lubrication drooling right out of my pussy down the 
smooth skin of my inner thighs. 

My thighs felt hotter than ever and I could tell the skin near the sides of 
my vulva was flushed with my arousal. 

My love button had grown so large by this time that I thought the damn thing 
was going to burst at any second. 

Seriously, my clit was so urgently erect that I thought it would explode 
from the internal pressure I experienced. 

I leaned over the desk. 

I jack-knifed at the waist. 

I kept my knees straight. 

I pushed my bare feet far apart on the shag rug, my toes digging into and 
clutching at the thick pile. 

My tits were against the desk. I stretched my arms over the desk, my palms 
flat against the oak wood. 

My fingers were separated. My inner cunt lips were opening and closing 
rhythmically as if they wanted to suck the boy's dick right up inside. 

I could feel his hands on my bare ass. Christopher ran the tips of his 
fingers up and down the cleavage between my ass cheeks. Then he began to 
finger my cunt. 

"Nice and slippery," he said. 

"Just for you," I replied. 

He pushed his middle finger right up my cunt as deeply as he could get it. 
He didn't stop penetrating me in this manner until his finger was inside as 
far as it could possibly go. My inner cunt lips gripped his longest digit at 
the third knuckle. He wiggled his finger around in there for a moment and 
then pulled it out. His fingertip found my clit. 

He rolled my clit in a circle and I could feel all of my muscles tensing up 
on me involuntarily. I was breathing harder than ever. He touched lightly at 
first, but he steadily increased the pressure and the tempo of his finger's 
movements as he proceeded. 

He diddled me hard and fast-and he didn't stop until I exploded into orgasm. 
I heard myself scream with pleasure. I figured it wasn't too cool to make 
too much noise so I bit my bottom lip to stifle my exclamation of ecstasy. 

The second my come was over the boy guided the tip of his erect dong to my 
cunt. He slid the tip of his pecker up and down the entire length of my 
poontang slash. He did this for a couple of reasons. First of all, it felt 
great for both of us. But he also rubbed my cunt with his cock head to get 
my juice all over his glans. He knew that the deep penetration of my hot 
pussy would be more comfortable for both of us if both my cunt and his cock 
were slippery with my internal secretions. 

He moved the head of his cock to the mouth of my fuck hole. My pussy and his 
dick were throbbing in sync with one another. 

He bent at the knees slightly so that the shaft of his cock would be at the 
appropriate angle for deep-vaginal penetration. 

He began to push. 

I began to open for him. 

I concentrated on relaxing the muscles astride my vulva as my cunt opened 
further and forth until the tissues were taut. Only then did the bulbous 
purple head of his cock push inside me. 

He entered me slowly-a fraction of an inch at a time. I felt the tip of his 
dick strike my cervix-and this caused a lightning bolt of pleasure to shoot 
through me. 

I could feel that rush of sexy pleasure running up and down the entire 
length of my spine-all the way from my tailbone up to the base of my skull 
and then back down to my dripping cunt once again. 

I could feel the tip of his cock pressing against the back wall of my pussy. 
My internal tissues had to stretch to take his entire dick. 

But, take his entire dick I did. He pushed all the way in and then began to 
gyrate his hips so that he was stretching my inner cunt lips and the inner 
walls of my pussy in every possible direction. I could tell that I was going 
to come again almost as soon as he started his natural in and out fucking 
motion. Christopher pulled his cock almost all the way out of my pussy and 
then paused. He took a deep breath. 

Christopher completely filled his lungs with air. He then grunted out the 
air loudly and stabbed forward with his stiff pole. He drove the entire cock 
into me in one fell swoop. 

I could hear my cunt making a farting noise as gas was forced from the 
passageway. I felt another rush of pleasure-a lot more intense than the 
first one. I was close to orgasm. 

He began to fuck me with a smooth steady stroke. At first the boy moved his 
masculine lower torso from side to side almost as much as back and forth. 

His cock head probed my internal tissues marvelously and I felt my volcano 
erupt again. I snapped my head back. My mouth fell open. My tongue flopped 
in and out of my mouth. My pussy was spasming-sucking at his thick cock in 
the process. His breath quickened and he began to fuck very hard. 

He shifted his hips into high gear. 

His cock shifted into overdrive as he gave it everything he had and fucked 
me with reckless abandon. 

Then he rammed the entire length of his cock into me-slapping at my ass and 
the backs of my thighs with his loins. 

I could feel his balls on my clit. The tip of his cock was well up inside my 
belly. He was filling me to the brim. 

He held me at the sides of my hips and his cock grew even more urgently 
erect. I tugged his dick at the root with my internal muscles. I sucked the 
come right up out of his scrotal sack and hot cock with the muscles inside 
my cunt. 

I could feel his jism violently splattering against my inner cunt. He was 
filling me with thick spunk and I was still coming. We both had to make an 
effort to keep quiet as we came simultaneously. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

I was sick of being "the little woman," to a man who was entirely too busy 
to pay much attention to me. I made my appointment with my husband on time 
that afternoon. 

We even went out to dinner together but I don't think more than ten words 
were spoken during the entire meal. My husband seemed preoccupied. So what 
else was new? 

He kissed me on the cheek as we parted. He said he had to get back to the 
office and that I shouldn't wait up for him because he would be very, very 
late. As I listened to this I could feel Christopher's come dripping out my 
pussy, and I remembered the two great orgasms the kid had given me. 

I wonder now why I didn't just stick with Christopher and get my kicks 
periodically with the same page. But that wasn't my mode. I felt as if I had 
a lot of lost time to make up for. 

I felt as if I had notches on my bedpost to accumulate-if you know what I 
mean. I wanted to fuck all of the young pages in Washington. I wanted to try 
it all. I wanted to live a life that was free of taboo. 

I had always wondered whether or not I was bisexual and I was starting to 
think it might be fun to get it on with some of the pretty page girls 
floating around the office buildings of the city as well. 

I wanted to get started immediately. I knew I would have to be cool or else 
all hell would break loose. I guess it would be safe to say that my marriage 
was in serious difficulty. Not only did I want to cheat on my husband-but I 
wanted to cheat adventurously. I wanted to make it with exclusively 
males-and maybe females-who were half my age. 

Maybe I was sick. Maybe I am sick. Who knows? All I know is that I feel 
alive and sexy when I am with young boys. The younger the better. 

The next page I ended up making it with that spring was just as old as 
Christopher-but not nearly as experienced. This time it was I who did the 
seducing. I felt quite proud of myself. I have to admit that I was nervous. 
I could feel my heart in my throat and I could feel butterflies in my tummy. 

It happened early on a Monday morning. I had been checking out all the boys 
during the previous week-looking for the cuter ones. They all checked me out 
too-some more obvious than others. 

I took a liking for a handsome Italian lad who often twinkled when he looked 
at me, but made no outward sign of flirtatiousness. I seemed to make him 
nervous yet attracted. He seemed like the sort of kid who might be able to 
keep a secret. I already knew where to take the page when I had him. To the 
third floor where Christopher had taken me, of course. 

When I showed up on that Monday morning I made no effort to contact my 
husband. I waited there in the lobby until I saw the black haired boy. 

I knew that I would chicken out if I let myself hesitate, so I immediately 
approached him. I gave him a big smile. He stepped aside, thinking I wanted 
to get past. He looked like he was about to melt with a sick puppy 
expression on his face when I held his gaze, and then looked slowly up and 
down the entire length of his body. His bulge went down his pant leg! There 
was more than one reason I had chosen him, you see. 

"Excuse me," I said. My eyes searched his name tag. "Mr. Saranetto, what is 
your first name?" 

"Anthony," he said. 

"Anthony, I think you are the best looking page in this whole building. I 
just wanted you to know that," I said. 

"Thank you, ma'am." 

"Call me Tammy. I have an office on the third floor. Would you like to go 
there with me now. We can talk." 

"Go there? With you? Talk?" 

"Come along, take my hand. I will cover for you if your supervisor misses 
you. My name is Tammy Mumm. I'm the senator's wife," I said. 

He gulped. 

"Okay," he said. 

I was not as patient as Christopher. I made my move on Anthony while we were 
still in the elevator. 

The second the door shut I stood very close to him. I pressed my loins and 
my breasts against him. My mouth was a wanton thing. A living thing. Ready 
to quiver when touched. 

But he didn't kiss me on his own. He seemed very distraught. I thought his 
teeth would begin chattering. 

"You don't seem very comfortable around women," I said. 

"Not like this I'm not," Anthony confessed. "I never-" 

"Hush, I suspected not. I will have to teach you some things." 

"Please, Mrs. Mumm. I could get in a lot of trouble for-" 

"I said hush. I am going to teach you nothing but fun things," I said. 

With that I pressed my mouth over his and plunged my tongue into his oral 
cavity. I could feel the tension go out of his spine and soon we were 
rolling our tongues together blissfully. 

In the office, which was empty thank God, I kissed him again, rubbing my 
loins against that hardening bulge down his pant leg. He began to moan. "I 
want to go down on you." 

"Go down, Mrs. Mumm?" 

"Call me Tammy." 

"T-T-T-Tammy." 

"I want to suck your cock." 

"That sure sounds good." 

"I think you will like it more than you even imagine," I said. 

This was a piece of cake. This was like taking candy from a baby. Never 
overestimate the morals and scruples of sixteen year old boys. 

I told him to stand with his buttocks leaning against the edge of the desk. 
He no longer seemed nervous. A little confused perhaps, but I don't think he 
was experiencing any anxiety. 

He stood about an inch over six feet tall. He had an olive complexion, and I 
could tell he was the sort to tan as brown as a berry in the golden 
summertime sunshine. 

His hair was black and curly and cropped short. His skin was very smooth. I 
don't think he ever had to shave. 

His shoulders were broad. He had a strong chin and bedroom eyes. His eyes 
were actually dark brown-but they looked as ebony as his hair in the limited 
illumination of the deserted office. 

His waist and hips were extremely slender. There was a great ratio in 
between his shoulders and his hips in terms of girth. His legs were long. 
His hands and feet were large. 

I knelt before him. He was standing with his shoulders back and squared. His 
chin was held up proudly. 

His back was slightly arched. His hands were on his hips. His knees were 
slightly bent. His hips looked ready to gyrate. 

Anthony Saranetto was standing so that his loins, and therefore his aroused 
genitalia, were out in front of the rest of his lithe body. 

I was kneeling before him. I unbuckled his belt. I undid his pants and 
pulled down the zipper of his fly. 

I pulled down his pants and underwear down simultaneously, asking him first 
to lean away from the desk for a moment. 

I was going to show him my stuff. I was not going to just give him his first 
blow job. I was going to give him the best blow job he may ever have in his 
entire life. That was, unless I decided to give him another one somewhere 
down the line. 

I was going to show him a little trick that my power hungry husband once 
taught me. I wasn't going to suck just the head of his cock while pumping 
the shaft with a busy fist. Oh no. I was going to do much more than that. 

I was going to offer my throat to him. 

I was going to swallow his whole dong. 

Anthony was going to fuck my face. 

This was more a face fuck than a blow job. 

I gasped when I saw his cock come snapping out from inside his drawers. His 
dick was even bigger than Christopher's. I began to wonder if this dick was 
going to fit inside my mouth. Shit. 

This was the biggest dick I had ever seen up until that point in my 
life-although I had to admit that I was no expert in the subject. 

I did, however, wonder if whoever was hiring these kids wasn't checking out 
their dicks before making his or her selections. The girls around the place 
were on the exceptionally foxy side as well. The place had the feel of a 
seething sexual playground. My husband worked there. 

I wondered how Anthony had come out unscathed. How had he retained his 
chastity in such an atmosphere. I was having no trouble taking his chastity 
away. 

Perhaps I had been the first woman smart enough to ask him a direct 
question-after all, my competition came from teenaged girls who wouldn't 
know a direct question from a hole in the ground. 

Come to think of it, I didn't really ask him a question at all. I ordered 
him to come with me to the office. 

Well, that's cool. I knew that I had to be forceful and I was. It is as 
simple as that. I was feeling quite proud of myself for my boldness, I must 
confess. 

His cock had to be a good nine and a half inches long. My intentions were 
good, but I wasn't all sure I was going to be able to get that humongous 
dong into my throat. 

The length of the cock wasn't the facet that impressed me the most. It was 
the thickness of that rod that really blew my mind. The damn thing was 
thicker than my wrist. 

I could see that his monster man schlong was thickest at the head. The crown 
of Anthony's dong looked like a small doorknob or something. It was 
obviously fully engorged. 

The skin covering the head of Anthony's dick was stretched smooth and thin. 
It looked as smooth as the desk top. The skin looked dangerously stretched. 

The head of Anthony's cock-seriously looked like it would explode if another 
drop of masculine blood tried to pump its way inside. 

I found myself looking at the little hole at the very tip of that Italian 
boy's dong. It looked like a little mouth-with swollen lips astride the 
opening. 

I could see that Anthony's cute little urethra was opening and closing as if 
that toothless mouth were trying to call out in vain with desire. 

His foreskin had been removed, leaving a ring of scar tissue just below the 
lower rim of his bulbous glans. The entire length of his dick was bobbing up 
and down. 

The shaft of his cock was only a bit skinnier than the head. It was also a 
slightly lighter shade of purple. 

The glans was almost blue black. The shaft was just as hard as the head. As 
hard as a pillar of marble. 

As the tip snapped upward I found myself looking at the underside of 
Anthony's thick cock shaft. 

The boy's glans was getting closer and closer to his belly-heading for a 
spot well above his navel. 

I could see that the underside of Anthony's tool of manhood was lined with 
bulging blue veins. 

The veins were protruding from the surface-giving the boy's huge dong that 
craggy look I like so much. 

I lowered my eyes and found myself looking at the dangling wrinkled sack 
that held Anthony's hot nuts. 

I could tell immediately that Anthony's scrotal sack-like his cock-was, by 
far, the largest I had ever seen. His nuts were the size of golf balls. His 
testicles looked as if they were swollen to three times their normal size. 
His scrotum looked filled to the brim with his come. 

He looked as if he were about to overflow with cream down there. I pulled 
his pants and his underwear all the way down to his ankles. 

I reached up and placed the tips of my fingers on the underside of his dick 
shaft. I could feel those bulging veins throbbing against the sensitized 
tips of my digits. 

I arched my fingers at the knuckles so that my long fingernails would not 
get in the way. I pushed the tip of his cock upward until I was pinning it 
against his shirt. He quickly unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it open so 
that I could press his glans against his skin. I began to kiss and lick at 
the insides of his thighs. I began down by his knees and worked my way 
slowly upward toward the base of his dangling scrotal sack. I allowed my 
teeth to lightly bite him as I found spots that instinctively struck me as 
particularly hypersensitive. 

I moved my mouth a fraction of an inch at a time and stopped when I was only 
a millimeter or two away from his nuts. I know he could feel my hot breath 
on his balls-and that sensation alone must have been driving him bonkers. 

I was teasing the hell out of him. He was panting and moaning. I could tell 
that it was increasingly difficult for him to keep the lower half of his 
body still. 

He began to gyrate. 

He was writhing. 

I could tell that I was going to need agility in my head and shoulders to 
keep my mouth precisely where I wanted it. 

I finally gave in and began to stroke his nuts. I parted my lips and stuck 
my pink tongue out of my hot mouth as far as I could get it. 

I concentrated on making my tongue as pointy as possible at the tip and 
touched the underside of Anthony's scrotal sack as lightly as I could. 

I flicked back and forth with the tip of my tongue lightly and quickly. He 
began to moan more loudly than before. The movements of his hips were urgent 
now. 

I could see that there was a thick patch of black pubic hair all around the 
base of his cock shaft. 

There were even short and curly black hairs growing directly out of his huge 
scrotum. I pulled one lightly with a thumb and forefinger. 

My laving of his scrotum became increasingly eager and enthusiastic as I 
proceeded. I switched to the flat part of my tongue and I didn't stop 
licking his balls until the whole bag was wet and shiny from the sweet 
spittle that dribbled from my taster. 

Then I sucked his balls. I knew I had to be careful when I did this because 
I could easily hurt him. 

Believe me, the last thing I wanted to do at that moment was cause Anthony 
the slightest discomfort. 

I curled my lips over my teeth so I would not risk inadvertently biting him 
during this sexy procedure. 

I softened my mouth. I tried to make my mouth cottony soft. I then wrapped 
my mouth around his left nut. 

I did not suck as hard as I could. Oh no. I sucked with a smooth, steady, 
controlled draw. He loved it. 

I hollowed my cheeks only slightly with the steady vacuum I had created 
inside my hot oral cavity. 

I kept my tongue busy at all times and found myself sucking and licking the 
boy's testicle simultaneously. He was moaning very loudly. 

"Shhhhhhh," I said. 

"Sorry," he replied. 

Now it was he who was biting his lips. I pulled my mouth off the first nut 
only to repeat the process with the other. Then I placed the tip of my 
tongue on the underside of his cock shaft at the very base. I touched him 
with my tongue right where his balls and his cock came together. 

I found myself looking right at those bulging veins. I noticed that there 
was one vein that was a good deal thicker and longer than any of the others. 

I decided to allow that vein to determine my tongue's route to the tip of 
his cock. I began to flick upward. 

Again I moved my mouth slowly-a millimeter at a time. But I didn't stop 
until I got to the base of the head. 

Anthony's body jerked as I lapped at a fleshy spot there-and he knew he was 
particularly hypersensitive there. I allowed my tongue to linger. 

The fleshy patch was just below a groove split in the underside of his cock 
head. The groove made his glans resemble a ripe plum. 

I ran my tongue right up the groove on the underside of his glans until my 
tongue was very close to the little hole at the tip of his pecker. 

I released the pressure on the underside of his dong shaft with my arched 
fingers a little bit so that his cock head would come away from his flat 
belly. 

At the same time I placed my upturned left fingertips on the underside of 
the boy's dangling scrotum. 

I wiggled the tips of those digits and fondled his twin glands of 
masculinity in this sexy manner. 

I bobbed his swollen balls up and down on my fingertips-as if trying to 
determine their mass. 

Then I tried to cup my hand under his balls. To my surprise I found the sack 
was too large to fit there. 

There was no way I could make the entire sack fit in the palm of a single 
hand. It made no difference how much I stretched or separated my fingers 
Some of that sack always drooped over the edge of my hand. This did not keep 
me from holding what I could. 

I began to squeeze his balls rhythmically squeezing in sync with his now 
racing heartbeat. He liked that a lot. 

In this way I was simulating the natural throbbing Anthony was experiencing 
at that moment in his balls. 

I rolled the sides of my tongue lazily over the smooth skin covering the 
crown of his massive dick. 

I moistened the entire head with my taster. I was pleased to find that his 
cock head felt as smooth as it looked. 

I flicked the tip of my tongue back and forth across his piss hole itself. I 
could tell that various muscles in his body were tensing up on him 
involuntarily. 

I licked up and down the shaft of his cock with the flat part of my tongue. 
I lapped him cheerfully. 

I was licking at his cock just as if it were the world's largest all-day 
sucker. I was ready to suck him. 

I knew I would have to work fast. 

I knew I wouldn't have to suck him long. 

I could tell he was already close to the edge. His sexual arousal was 
approaching saturation. 

His orgasm was approaching inevitability. 

I moved my knees back on the floor and managed to get my neck straight. I 
relaxed my jaw with thought control. 

I concentrated on breathing exclusively through my nose. This, of course, 
would soon be a necessity. 

Soon, my mouth was going to be full. 

I could hear myself making little snorting noises as I sucked air through my 
flaring nostrils deep into my sinuses-and then my lungs. 

I could feel my throat muscles relaxing. I decided that I had better tell 
the boy what I was going to do ahead of time-before he had a chance to 
become afraid of castration. 

"I want you to fuck my face, Anthony. I want you to push your cock all the 
way down my gullet and fuck my mouth hole just as if it were my pussy." 

"Okay," he said. It hadn't been hard to convince him. He looked a little 
skeptical but, generally, he was in the mood to do whatever I asked him. I 
had already given him more masculine physical pleasure than he probably 
thought possible. His eyes had the glazed over look of acute passion. 

I moved into position. I made a fist around the base of his cock shaft. I 
was squeezing his dick-tugging him at the root. 

I was still holding tightly to his balls. I began to squeeze at his cock and 
his scrotum at the same time. 

I then dropped my jaw. I dropped my jaw so low-in fact-that it threatened to 
lock in that position. 

I could feel the skin at the corners of my mouth pulling taut. I could feel 
my jaw start to ache right away. 

But I quickly thrust the discomfort in the lower half of my face into the 
back of my pretty head. 

I concentrated my attentions from that moment onto the pleasure I was giving 
rather than my own pain. 

I once again curled my fleshy lips over my teeth so that I would not risk 
biting him. Fortunately I do not have over-large teeth. 

I pushed forward with my head and the boy 

-trying to be cooperative-pushed forward with his hips. 

The head of his cock pushed into my mouth 

-stretching the skin at the corners of my mouth back even more. 

For a moment I could feel my lips locked under the lower rim of the boy's 
glans, on the scar tissue. 

I was flicking my tongue back and forth across his piss hole as I sucked his 
bulbous glans exclusively. 

Then we both began to push forward at the same time. I could feel his cock 
head entering my throat. 

I guess you might say that I am' like a sword-swallower in the circus-the 
way I have learned to control the muscles inside my gullet. 

I completely turned off my gag mechanism. I could tell that neither one of 
us had any intention of stopping the violation of my oral cavity until my 
lips were gripping his awesome tool at the hilt. 

My gullet was strained but I was managing. This one was taking ALL of my 
oral skills, you better believe. 

I could see that my nose was getting ever-closer to the thick patch of pubic 
hair above his cock shaft. 

I removed my right fist from the shaft of his cock. From that point on the 
fist would have gotten in the way. 

I placed my right palm flat across the tiny cheeks of Anthony's ass, and I 
was surprised at what I felt. 

The Italian teenager had tensed the muscles in his diminutive buttocks as 
tightly as they could go. 

He was pressing his ass cheeks together as tightly as he could also. His ass 
was as hard as rock just then. 

As my nose disappeared inside the boy's pubic patch I discovered that I 
could not breathe at all. I tried to inhale but nothing happened. 

I felt a twinge of panic and began to pull back with my head immediately. 
When his cock was all the way inside my throat I could feel his balls and 
the inside of my left wrist touching my chin. 

I began to bob back and forth with my head and I could tell that he was 
very, very close to orgasm. 

All of his muscles were tensing up involuntarily on him. His face began to 
tilt upward toward the ceiling. 

I glanced up and I could see that his cute facial features were contorting 
wildly with the intensity of the sensations he was experiencing. His cock 
slid in and out of my throat-faster and faster. 

His eyes were closed so tightly that the lids were wrinkled. His nose was 
moving up and down very fast so that cute little crinkles were forming 
across its bridge. 

His usually smooth forehead was deeply furrowed because of his acute manly 
horniness. His lips were stretched back over his white teeth. 

His facial expression had twisted into something that resembled a perfect 
cross between a smile and a grimace. At least it looked that way to me. 

His back was arching so sharply that he soon looked like a bow-you 
know-about to shoot an arrow. 

Then I felt the extra swelling in the head of his cock and I could feel the 
extra urgency in the shaft. 

I couldn't help but notice that his cock shaft curled upward a little bit 
just before he shot his wad. 

I tried to ready myself for the explosion. It never occurred to me to take 
my mouth off at the last second. 

And what? Let him shoot that jism all over my kisser? Hell, no. That only 
happens in porno movies. 

I wanted to swallow his come. 

I have thought ever since I gave my first blow job, that the taste of a 
man's come is about the most delicious thing a woman can experience. 

I have heard of women who say that hate the taste of a man's come. They 
think it is disgusting or, worse, they find drinking it degrading or 
humiliating. 

Those women are fools. 

Don't they know that a man's come is practically one-hundred percent 
protein-and is actually very good for them. Drinking down a man's spunk is 
like letting him feed you a hot meal. 

Who wouldn't like that? 

Anyway, there was no way I could prepare for the massive explosion that 
occurred at that point. The poor boy must not have shot his wad in a month. 

There was a hell of a lot more come than I was anticipating. 

I found that I had to puff out my cheeks and start swallowing immediately in 
my vain attempt to keep all of the jism inside my struggling oral cavity. 

But it was no use. 

There was just too much come. I could feel Anthony's jism rolling from the 
stretched corners of my mouth, dribbling ever-so-slowly onto my chin. 

It cooled and coagulated. 

Some of that come dripped-plop, plop, plop-onto the inside of my left wrist. 
I was still clutching his nuts with that hand. I was clutching more firmly 
that before because he was climaxing and I wanted his pleasure to be as 
intense as possible. I still was not clutching his balls anywhere near hard 
enough to risk hurting him, of course. 

The semen was hotter than I had expected also. For a frightening moment or 
two I thought the inside of my mouth was being scalded by that spunk. 

I thought the boy might be feverish or something. I found that I had to wait 
for his come to cool a bit before my tastebuds could fully appreciate the 
flavor. 

It was worth the wait. 

I was not disappointed. 

I was thrilled to discover that Anthony had just about the best tasting come 
I had ever known. It might have been the best tasting thing I had ever 
experienced, in general. 

I have eaten all of the world's most expensive caviar and none of it tasted 
as good as the silver spout from the tip of Anthony's dick; I had pulled my 
head back at the last minute so that only the head of his cock was inside my 
mouth. I think Anthony wanted to shoot his cream with his dick all the way 
down my throat but that would never do because his come would have missed my 
tongue completely and I wouldn't have had the opportunity to savor what I 
knew was going to be a delicious flavor. 

Call it feminine intuition. 

I noticed that his spurts decreased in quantity as his orgasm proceeded. I 
had no trouble keeping all of his jism inside my mouth after that initial 
blast. 

I timed my sucking motion so that it was in sync with the convulsions in his 
humongous member. 

I sucked and swallowed, sucked and swallowed, sucked and swallowed, like 
that. He was making a growling sound. 

There was nothing remotely human about the sound Anthony Saranetto was 
making at that point. 

He sounded like an animal. 

I found that I loved the texture of the boy's come just as much as the 
flavor. The texture of his silver seed reminded me of raw egg whites-which I 
suppose would have grossed me out royally in all but a prurient context. 

I found that the boy's come tasted salty and fishy and ever-so-refreshing. 
His semen tasted like the froth of the sea. It tasted like life itself as 
far as I was concerned. I couldn't get enough of that stuff. 

The taste of the boy's come reminded me of the smell of the ocean out on the 
Virginia beaches-when the tide is all the way out. I was having a very good 
time. I could feel that wet spot forming in the crotch of my panties once 
again. 

I was determined to keep sucking the boy's cock until every drop of semen 
had been sucked out of his scrotal sack. I wanted his balls to dry up like 
two bones bleached in the sun by the time I was through. 

Then just as suddenly as it had begun, his come was over. I had no trouble 
determining when I should stop sucking and when I should loosen my grip on 
his balls. For his orgasm I had removed my right palm from the cheeks of his 
ass and had once again made a tight fist around the base of his dick's stem. 
I had been pumping up and down the shaft of Anthony's cock as hard and fast 
as I could the entire time he had been shooting cream in my mouth. 

Yes, I could tell when Anthony's orgasm was complete. Not only did the jism 
stop spurting from his cock but all of his muscles relaxed at the same time. 
He discovered that he was once again able to completely fill his lungs with 
air. 

This must have been quite a relief for him because I don't think that he was 
able to breathe at all during the course of his man-size climax. His 
bloodstream needed to replenish the badly depleted supply of fresh air. 

The hot perspiration that had lathered his dark skin with his sexual 
exertion was now beginning to cool. 

His heartbeat-which had been pounding so hard I feared his ticker would beat 
its way right out of his chest-was now starting to slow to normal. 

His breathing slowed-and I could tell that the ecstasy of his climax had 
been replaced by the warmth and the contentment of his post-orgasmic 
afterglow. 

I could feel his cock losing its urgent rigidity against my right palm and 
the insides of my now loosely curled digits. I could feel his cock head 
deflating. 

Dwindling. 

My jaw was getting a chance to relax-for the first time in what seemed to me 
like a million years. 

I left his cock head in my mouth for a moment or two before pulling away. 
For a second my upper lip and his piss hole were connected by a bridge of 
come. 

I pulled back with my head and the string of jism got longer and longer and 
longer until it broke. 

The bridge of silver seed broke precisely at its center, half falling into 
my mouth and half onto his cock. 

I pumped the shaft of his cock three times to make sure there wasn't any 
come trapped uncomfortably inside his cock shaft. Sure enough, there was. 

I could see several droplets of murky post-orgasmic dew oozing from between 
the swollen lips astride his piss hole. They didn't stay at the tip of his 
pecker for very long, take my word for it. 

My tongue shot out of my mouth like a frog's tongue-a frog hunting for flies 
buzzing around in mid-air. 

I licked those droplets of watery jism from the tip of his tool with a 
single swipe of my pink taster. 

The tip of my tongue was curled slightly and very pointy. Then I saw that 
his entire cock head was covered with a thin film of silver seed. 

I used the flat part of my tongue to lave him clean-and I didn't stop until 
he was as clean as a whistle. 

By the time I pulled my tongue away the only thing making his dick wet and 
shiny was the spittle from my mouth. 

I released my grip on the shaft of his cock and his balls at the same time. 
His breathing was almost normal. 

The head of his cock no longer had the ability to defy the laws of gravity. 
His member began to droop. 

I noticed that his cock did not lose much in the length and girth 
departments when it lost its rigidity. 

It just became softer. His cock dangled very low between his thighs. Then I 
remembered the come that was on my chin. 

I went to wipe it off with the back of my hand and the boy stopped me. I 
looked up at him curiously. "No?" I said. 

"Uh uh," the boy replied, shaking his head from side to side. 

"You want the come to stay there and get all crusty?" I asked. 

"Oh no. I want you to stand up, Tammy," Anthony said to me. 

For some reason I was pleased he had remembered my name. 

"What are you going to do, you naughty boy?" I said with a twinkle. 

"I want to lick your face clean," Anthony said with a growl. 

"Oooooooh, you like the taste of your own come?" I asked him. 

"I don't know yet. I figure just about anything would taste good if I were 
licking it off your face." 

"My, my, my, you are the kinky one," I heard myself exclaim. 

"Yup. Come here," he said. I stood and fell against him. He licked my face 
clean and this process turned-quite naturally, into a soulful kiss. I 
reached between his legs and played with his cock and balls. We necked 
wildly until I could feel his cock getting hard again. I played with him 
until he had another full-fledged boner. Then I got naked and got on my back 
on top of the huge desk. He mounted me, standing on the floor leaning over 
me, and fucked a plethora of pleasure into my juicy cunt before shooting his 
cream for the second time. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

My next affair with one of the page boys came in a slightly different 
fashion. I guess that goes without saying. I can't remember two affairs that 
were similar. They are all different-and yet equally wonderful. It's hard to 
explain. 

I young boy with a lot of Latin blood approached me outside the office 
building where my husband worked. I was meeting him in fifteen minutes. I 
didn't have enough time to fool around with any of the boys and I wasn't 
looking for any action. As it turned out, action found me. 

"Hey lady!" 

"What do you want?" 

"You that Tammy lady?" 

"That's right." 

"Christopher told me you like to make it with the boys.' "Christopher has a 
big mouth. What's your name?" 

"I am Fernando. If you like to make it with the boys you will like me.' 
"What makes you say that?" I asked, now very curious. 

"Because I have a very long tongue, Tammy," Fernando said. 

He let that taster dangle out of his mouth so that the tip was well below 
his chin. I couldn't help but imagine how deep inside my pussy he would be 
able to get with that tongue. I could feel an ache in my cunt right away. I 
wished that I had some time to kill. I would have taken Fernando up to the 
abandoned office on the third floor right then and there if I could. 

"You work in there?" I asked, gesturing toward the building. 

"That's right, Tammy. You wanna go in with me?" 

"I have an appointment, Fernando. Tomorrow same time," I said. 

"Can do. Tammy. I sure do like to eat pussy," he said. He winked at me and 
ran up the steps, leaving me somewhat dazed. He had pronounced the word, 
"POO-SAY." 

I reminded myself to strangle Christopher the next time I saw him. But I 
don't know what I expected. Boys would be boys. They were bound to tell one 
another what they did with me-even if they didn't get into specifics. 

My appointment with my husband was as boring as expected. I should have just 
called to cancel and then gone upstairs with Fernando. As it turned out I 
had to wait a full twenty-four hours to find out what that dark boy's tongue 
felt like in my cunt. I went home that night and masturbated, diddling my 
clit until I made myself come many times. 

As I jerked-off, thinking about that long tongue. I stood as naked as a 
jaybird in front of a full-length looking-glass mounted on the inside of the 
closet door in the bedroom my husband and I infrequently share. 

I admired myself. I felt deliciously vain. I was beautiful. As I mentioned, 
I stand five feet eight, but I am slender. I have a perfect hourglass 
figure. 

I looked at my long chestnut colored hair that fell in thick waves over my 
smooth, round shoulders. My hair spilled downward with the grace of finely 
constructed verse. 

The hair spilled long and fill down my back-especially in between my rather 
sharp shoulder blades. 

I have my hair parted in the middle, usually in a straight line. The hair 
falls down onto my forehead in downy bangs that come down almost all the way 
to my eyebrows. I can be usually seen wearing large round shades whenever I 
am outside. 

My eyebrows are neatly plucked. They are the same autumnal color as the hair 
that grows from my scalp-the color of chestnuts pre-roasted. 

My eyebrows are femininely angular and become more so whenever I frown. My 
eyelashes are very long and curl upward at their tips. This effect is 
usually enhanced by mascara and blue eye shadow is found on my eyelids. 

My eyelashes are so long that they lick lightly at my high cheekbones each 
and every time I blink-or wink, for that matter. My nose is tiny. 

I have a button nose. 

It curls up a little at the tip. My nostrils are slightly on the pinched 
side-but they have a tendency to flare wide open whenever I am excited about 
something. 

My mouth is not very large either, but my lips arc full and sensuous. My 
lips are frequently parted and a little puckered. I have heard men tell me 
that I am walking through life looking as if I need to be kissed very badly. 
There is a lot of truth in that. Be careful, you boys out there. I am the 
sort of hot woman who likes to sit on your lap while you are still standing 
up!!! 

I have a pouting mouth and a slight overbite. I have a habit of running the 
tip of my tongue back and forth across my lips to moisten them. I can tell 
it is a habit because I do it at times when my mouth is already wet. 

My complexion is perfect peaches and cream. It is obvious to anyone who 
looks at me that I was one of those lucky teenagers who never ever suffered 
from a facial blemish. 

I have an oval-shaped face. My eyes are perhaps its most striking feature. I 
have almond-shaped eyes that are emerald green. Cat eyes. They are 
hauntingly beautiful-or so I have been told. 

I have large breasts that look even bigger because of my overall slenderness 
and the particular slimness of my waist. 

My tits-in spite of the fact that I am in my thirties-do not sag, not even a 
fraction of an inch, in spite of their size. 

They are perfectly shaped tits and I never have to wear a bra. Nature has 
supplied all of the lifting and separating my tits need-and hopefully will 
need for many years to come. 

They round well back into my armpits. They are rounded at their bottoms and 
slope at their tops so that the nipples point slightly upward whenever I'm 
sitting up or standing up straight. 

I don't have to worry about that. I have always had perfect posture. I 
wasn't trained or anything like that. 

My perfect posture comes naturally. I have always walked as if I am 
balancing a book on top of my head. 

I have a very sexy walk-and it too is without affectation. I know no other 
way to move from one place to another. 

Still I wiggle my round hips from side to side when I stride in a manner 
that drives the boys crazy with lust. 

I have known eager-faced males to cross the street or change the direction 
they were going entirely just to have the honor of walking behind me. 

My waist measures only twenty-four inches yet my hips are ten inches greater 
in girth. My hips are rounded both at their sides and in the rear-if you 
know where I am coming from. 

Some males think that my legs are my best feature. They are long and 
shapely, I must admit. My thighs taper perfectly from my round hips to my 
smooth, unscarred knees. My calves are rounded but not overly muscled. My 
ankles are trim and my feet are dainty. I have the perfect legs for high, 
high heels-which is just about all I ever wear. With legs like mine it would 
be a crying shame to be caught in public in flat shoes, as far as I am 
concerned. 

Ever since I was a teenager I have been concerned-perhaps too concerned-with 
my manicure. My nails are very long. 

I have them professionally filed so that they are always precisely the same 
length and have a common curve to their tips. 

I always keep my nails painted a deep red color-which I have always thought 
went well with my peaches and cream complexion. I paint my nails the color 
of blood as it oozes from a fresh wound. Naturally enough, I always keep my 
tiny round toenails painted so that they match my fingernails. 

It didn't feel like it was, but finally the next day finally arrived. I was 
not worried about Fernando standing me up. 

Fernando had the look about him of a boy who did not bother to make promises 
he wasn't willing to keep. 

Besides, I knew the boy was just as anxious to taste my pussy as I was to 
feel that magic tongue of his. 

"Hi. Tammy. You free for a while?" Fernando asked. 

"I sure am. I don't have to be anywhere for hours." 

"Good, my shift doesn't start for an hour yet too." 

"I suppose you already know about the office on the third floor." 

"I like to go down into the basement. Less chance of getting caught." 

"Anyplace is okay with me, Fernando," I said quickly. 

"Hey, Tammy., Christopher was right. You do have a good attitude." 

"I just hope that tongue works as good as it looks," I said. 

"Tammy, baby, you got nothing to worry about," the Latin boy said. 

And so we went into the building and got into the elevator. Fernando was 
cool in the elevator. 

This time the lift went down instead of up. The basement was on the gloomy 
side but it was huge and there were plenty of places to get lost. I could 
tell that-when we sank deep enough into the bowels of the building-neither 
of us would have to worry about the volume of our exclamations of pleasure. 
There wouldn't be anyone around to hear us. Fernando took me to a small room 
in the basement where he lit a kerosene lamp. There was a mattress on the 
floor. He told me to take off all of my clothes. 

"You work fast," I said. 

"Life is short," Fernando replied. 

And so I got out of all of my clothes. He left his duds on. He was wearing 
pointy black shoes with high heels. 

He flicked that tongue in and out of his mouth as I got nude-because he knew 
it got me all worked up. 

I could feel my cunt getting swollen and wet with my anticipation. I removed 
my wet panties last of all. 

"Oooooh, baby I can smell that sweet poontang of yours all the way over 
here," Fernando said with a smile. 

"You certainly know how to talk to a girl," I heard myself say with a note 
of sarcasm in my voice. 

"Don't get me wrong, Tammy. I LIKE the smell of your pussy. I'm not 
commenting on your personal hygiene, I'm talking about your lust. I am 
intoxicated by your scent." 

"I don't think I will ever get used to being called baby." 

"Lighten up, Tammy. Get on the mattress on your back. Let old Fernando do 
his stuff on you," the boy said. I did as I was told. 

I stretched out on my back. 

I spread my legs for him. 

Fernando crawled over to my side in the dimly illuminated section of the 
basement. It was very quiet. 

I could hear our breathing. I could hear our hearts beating. He was kissing 
my big tit in the sexiest way! 

He kissed the boob in ever-diminishing concentric circles, so each smack was 
closer to the nipple. 

As you can probably imagine, my nipples were very hard and erect by this 
time. My nipples-like my tits-are very big. 

I would have to say that my nipples are the size of silver dollars at least. 
They can grow very large when I am horny-and Fernando's tongue was making me 
very horny. 

He rolled his tongue over my tit flesh as he kissed me around and around, 
steadily approaching the rose at the tip. 

He took his sweet time about it but he finally did get his tongue on my 
nipple. I moaned rather loudly. 

I heard myself sucking air. My tit was bobbing up and down on my chest, 
pushed by my rib-cage, as I panted. 

He placed the tip of that incredibly long tongue directly on my feminine 
erection and rolled it masterfully. 

He made the entire rosebud wet and shiny with his drool. His mouth was 
watering freely. Fernando made no effort to conceal that. He drooled 
liberally throughout his oral pleasuring. 

"SUCK! SUCK!" I called out at the tops of my lungs. Fernando told me it was 
cool. No one would hear." 

"We are in here deep," Fernando said with his Spanish accent. The last word 
seemed to last forever. 

"Not as deep as you are going to get with that tongue of yours," I said, 
being the older woman, the flirt, the seductress, the adultress. 

"All in good time," Fernando said. He then wrapped his lips around my left 
nipple and began to suck on it. 

I could feel my nipple getting even harder and larger than before against 
his lips-which were just as sexy and talented as his tongue. 

I could feel the skin all around my feminine erection being drawn taut by 
the intense vacuum he was creating inside his oral cavity. 

Fernando was sucking my humongous breast's most sensitive spot as hard as he 
could. He was hollowing his cheeks deeply. Then I felt it. 

That tongue, that wonderful tongue. He was sucking and licking the nipple at 
the same time. The tongue flicked lightly-like the wing of a butterfly. 

Then he bit it. He got it in between his rows of straight teeth and nipped 
at it sharply. I could feel a twinge of pain mixing with my pleasure. 

I did not mind the pain. The pain became part of the pleasure. Of course, I 
began to worry when he growled and began to toss his head wildly. 

His contorting face was shaking from side to side. There was a frightening 
moment or two there. I thought Fernando had lost control. 

I thought he might be a psycho killer or something. I thought that he wanted 
to rip my nipple right off! 

But, as it turned out, Fernando knew precisely what he was doing. He was in 
control all the time. 

He released his grip on the nipple-allowing it to snap back into 
place-before any damage was done. 

I opened my eyes and blinked away a tear or two. I looked at that nipple and 
was astounded by what I saw. 

The damn thing was protruding almost a full inch from the tip of my tit. I 
want to tell you, I almost shit. 

That was-by far-the largest that feminine erection had ever grown. I could 
feel my mind boggling. 

Fernando let me catch my breath-and then he repeated the whole process with 
the other alert rosebud. 

Once again the Spanish boy went all the way from gingerly licking to harsh 
sucking and biting. 

Fresh tears welled in my eyes. I could tell that Fernando liked his sex on 
the rough side. That was one of the things that endeared me to him. 

Sure I like young boys who need to be taught what to do-but I like boys who 
know how to take charge better! That's a secret, between you and me. 

My tits felt very swollen. He pulled his dripping mouth away from my boobs 
and began to caress them with his hands instead. He placed one hand on 
either tit. 

He positioned his hands with his fingers spread far apart so that my 
super-erect nipples were throbbing precisely against the center of his 
slightly-cupped palm. 

He found my boobs to be perfect fits for his hands. Anymore, Fernando 
commented at the time, would have been a waste. 

He began to squeeze my tits. He pressed hard enough with his fingertips to 
make the flesh pucker. 

He began to move both of my tits in slow, sensuous circles at the same time. 
He pushed them upward. 

He pushed them downward, he pulled them apart. He pushed them together so 
that the cleavage between them was very long and deep. 

They were flattened at their insides. 

He released his grip and briefly tugged at my nipples. At that point 
Fernando seemed to lose interest in my tits completely. I saw him sniffing 
the air. 

He had the scent of my cunt up his nose again and it was making him nuts. He 
began to suck my bellybutton. He plunged his tongue right into my navel-and 
I was surprised to discover that this felt a hell of a lot better than I 
thought it would. He kissed my abdomen, my lower belly. He tugged my 
chestnut colored pubies with his sharp white teeth. My nipples were still 
throbbing and aching. I had to pinch them and pull them a few times myself 
during the time Fernando was going down on me. 

I strained to get my thighs as far apart as I could. I had the balls of my 
feet flat on the mattress. 

My knees were up in the air and I was trying-in vain, I might add-to point 
them in opposite directions. 

I managed to get my thighs open to a perfect ninety-degree angle-and then a 
little further than that. 

I opened my thighs to an obtuse angle and I could feel both my buttocks and 
my cunt opening at the same time. 

I could feel my love button literally bulging out from under its semi-circle 
of fleshy clitoral foreskin. 

I think my little man in the boat must have looked like the head of a baby 
boy's cock by that time. 

I could feel the little glands inside my cunt once again secreting my juices 
in a steady flow. 

I could feel the honey from my honey pot drooling from the base of my 
poontang gash just as steadily. 

"It looks like melted pearls are dripping from your sweet quim, mama," 
Fernando said with absolute glee. 

The handsome Spanish boy began to kiss all up and down the insides of my 
super-sensitive thighs. 

He did more than that too. He sucked all of my toes, first one at a time and 
then in groups of two or three. 

He flicked the tip of his tongue in between my toes-and I felt like I was 
discovering a brand new erogenous zone. I would have thought that this would 
make me feel ticklish, but it didn't. I finally came to the conclusion that 
my nervous-system finds it impossible to be sexually aroused and ticklish at 
the same time. I can understand that. The nerve-endings just overload and go 
into tilt. 

The handsome boy kissed and massaged my feet, and I felt little shivers 
running up my legs to my cunt. 

I could feel my inner cunt lips opening and closing rhythmically. This was 
an invitation for Fernando to enter. I had never had my cervix licked-and I 
was convinced Fernando could reach it. 

But he was in a teasing mood. He flicked his tongue around the soft skin at 
the backs of my knees. 

He then placed his hands on the backs of my thighs and pushed upward. My 
feet were forced up off the mattress. 

My toes were tightly curled under, clutching desperately at the balls of my 
feet. Another symptom of horniness. 

I could feel my knees being pushed back toward my chest. I was rolling from 
my buttocks onto the small of my back. Fernando was on his belly with his 
face right in there where the action was. 

He rolled my ass up into his face. He told me to reach up and grip myself at 
the ankles to hold myself curled in that balled up position. 

I held my ankles all right. I held my ankles so tightly that all of my 
knuckles turned white with the tension. 

I could feel his magic mouth on the backs of my thighs and then on the 
cheeks of my ass. He kissed my ass. He sucked the flesh. He bit my ass. 

I mean he bit it hard. 

He left teeth marks in the creamy flesh. Then he pulled his face away 
completely and caressed with his hands. 

I could feel his fingertips lightly running over my ass cheeks. He then 
massaged the flesh with strong fingers. 

Fernando turned his digits inward and pressed the tips into the crack and 
then into the flesh. 

His fingertips puckered the flesh deeply. The tips of his middle fingers 
were only a fraction of an inch away from my rectum on either side. I 
realized that he was going to rim me. My husband had never had the stomach 
to do that for me-and I was greatly looking forward to it. It felt dirty-and 
I loved how dirty it felt. He began to pull apart the cheeks of my ass very 
slowly and ceremoniously as if he were parting the sections of a ripe and 
sacred fruit. 

He didn't stop pulling those ass cheeks apart until the skin in the crack 
was stretched taut as taut as the skin one might expect to find covering the 
head of a drum. 

Fernando parted his lips and stuck that incredibly long tongue out of his 
mouth as far as he could get it, concentrating on making it pointy at the 
tip. 

I could feel my natural lubrication rolling out of the base of my cunt, over 
my asshole, down the crack of my ass, onto the mattress. 

I knew that he would be able to taste the nectar from my split fig the 
second he touched me with the tip of his amazing taster. Then he did touch 
me. 

The tip of his tongue touched the very top of the crack of my ass, the 
little cleft close to the small of my back, directly in between the dimples 
that indicate the location of my kidneys. 

He licked upward, getting my juice onto his tongue. I felt his tongue 
squirming. His laving gained enthusiasm as he approached my anus. I could 
feel a great desire building inside my asshole. 

Then he flicked ever-so-lightly all around my asshole. He licked across my 
anus with the flat part of his tongue. 

I could feel my rectum turning to liquid fire with the desire he was finding 
at my hot nether eye. 

The handsome Spanish boy -rimmed my asshole clean and I loved every minute 
of it. I could feel the desire at the mouth of my bung spreading inward, I 
could feel my sphincter yearning to be penetrated. The desire spread into my 
colon and then into the pit of my bowel. 

"STICK YOUR TONGUE RIGHT UP MY ASS! STICK YOUR TONGUE DEEP INSIDE. MY 
ASSHOLE! FERNANDO! FERNANDO! DRIVE IT IN DEEP!" I screamed. I was 
hysterical. 

He stiffened his tongue as I concentrated on relaxing the ring of muscle at 
my nether eye as much as I could. 

He was still holding my ass cheeks as far apart as they would go as he began 
to push with his head and shoulders. 

The Spanish boy made a gurgling sound of satisfaction in his throat as he 
felt my anus opening up for him. 

Damned if he didn't stop pushing until he had driven past my sphincter 
muscle, well into my colon. 

As a, matter-of-fact, the boy had his tongue up my as: deeper than I would 
have thought possible. 

I wouldn't have believed it could be done unless I had felt it for myself, 
you understand, which I did! 

He began to wiggle his tongue around inside my butt real playfully and then 
he worked his tongue in and out. 

I was rocking back and forth on the mattress. My facial features were the 
ones contorting at this point. 

My face was very red and I had my back teeth clenched together so tightly 
that the muscles at the sides of my pretty face were protruding. 

Then I felt the focal point of my anal desire forming, extremely deep inside 
my bowels. So deep that even Fernando's tongue could not reach it. 

Only Fernando's cock could reach it. It was a maddening itch, and I knew 
right then and there that only a stiff dick could scratch it adequately. 

The tongue fuck was nice-but it was only a tease. It made my desire grow and 
did nothing to appease it. It was like saltwater to a man drowning of 
thirst. 

He seemed to sense this and he pulled his tongue all the way out of my 
asshole. He pulled his tongue tip out slowly. 

He told me he didn't want my rectum to have to slam shut on me. He had his 
tongue on the inch-long patch of tissue between my asshole and the base of 
my cunt-where the juices were accumulated quite thickly. 

Fernando placed the tips of his long yet slender fingers on the outer edges 
of my vulva. He pressed gently. 

He told me it was okay to release my grip on my ankles and lower my feet 
back to the mattress. 

I followed instructions, sort of. I placed my feet close to one another at 
the center of his back. He did not seem to mind. Once again I struggled to 
get my knees as far apart as possible. 

The Spanish lad began to tug my cunt lips open. He did this slowly, showing 
a great respect for the tenderness of my sexual equipment. He knew that less 
could be more at least for starters! 

"You make me feel so good, so hot, oh, I'm burning up, Fernando!" I called 
out. I pinched at my nipples. 

Fernando caught me doing this and he seemed to like the idea that I was 
playing with myself because of the acuteness of my passion. 

Then he began to lick up and down the outer lips of my pussy. Well, I 
thought my clit would come popping right out of my poontang right then and 
there. I swear. It felt better than anything I could ever remember. 

Fernando flicked just to the sides of my clit and just above my clit-coming 
within millimeters of my clit. But he did not lick my clit. 

It was the ultimate tease. I could feel my feminine arousal growing in leaps 
and bounds. I could tell I was going to have one of the best comes of my 
entire life. 

I felt like my humongous orgasm was going to start the second that sexy lad 
made direct contact with the focal point of my womanly desire. 

He licked up and down in between the inner and the outer cunt lips. I was 
bouncing up and down quite violently on the cheeks of my ass. 

I was bucking my femininely sloping loins upward toward the water pipes 
along the basement's ark ceiling. 

The boy actually pried his tongue in between my inner cunt lips near the top 
and did not touch my love button. 

He licked my pisshole and then worked the tip of his taster downward, 
beneath my pubic bone. He found the vaginal opening. He pushed his tongue 
inside very quickly and very, very deeply. 

There it was. I could feel his tongue on my cervix. I thought he was going 
to make me come WITHOUT clitoral stimulation. 

I began to scream in hysterics again. I was hardly aware of what I was 
saying. I remember I was saying it loud. 

He licked at the fleshy tissues on the upper roof of my inner cunt in 
between the mouth of my womb and the base of my pubic bone. I swear, he 
almost touched the back wall. 

But he did not make me come in this fashion. By the time he pulled his 
tongue out of my cunt I was right on the edge of coming. I was teetering at 
the edge of the cliff-yearning to fall into the bottomless abyss of my 
womanly ecstasy. 

He placed the tip of his right forefinger at the very top of my slit. He 
quickly found the clitoral foreskin. 

Fernando peeled the foreskin upward toward the base of my pubic patch. He 
rendered my clitoris naked. 

My little man in the boat was exposed and completely vulnerable to 
Fernando's every oral caress. 

Then he did touch my clit with his tongue. He touched as lightly as he 
could-and he pulled his tongue away almost immediately. 

It was the most subtle possible clitoral caress. He sent a massive lightning 
bolt of joy up and down the entire length of my spine. 

He dabbed at my clit-always pulling away before my orgasmic convulsions had 
a chance to begin. 

He had me on the edge. All of my muscles were tensed. 

I was quivering. I started to fear that the boy would having me hurting 
myself-pulling muscles or whatever if he teased me for very much longer. 

Then he placed his tongue on my clit and he kept it there. I began to scream 
so shrilly that I suspect only dogs could hear the exclamations of ecstasy 
clearly. 

"CCCCOOOOMMMMIIIINNNNGGGG!!!!" I screamed. I could feel the massive 
convulsions starting in my clit-spreading outward until they filled my 
vulva. 

They spread further until they filled my lower torso. I could tell that they 
were not going to stop spreading-not until I was enveloped by them. 

I could tell that each and every one of my nerve-endings were going to be 
affected by the intensity of that orgasm. 

I would be able to feel my come in my fingertips. I would be able to feel 
the climax in my toes. 

I would even be able to feel my scalp crawling around on top of my skull 
with the frenzy of my joy. 

I thought the come would last forever. 

I thought I would pass out from my pleasure. 

But my ecstasy was only beginning. Fernando began to suck and lick at my 
clit at the same time. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

That was when I really went through the roof. I could feel the handsome 
Spanish kid wrapping his lips around my clit and its surrounding tissues. 

He began to tug my love button at the very root. It was incredible. I 
thought I was soaring through outer space or something. His tongue was 
lightning quick. 

The kid wasn't just bragging when he told me he had a talented mouth. I 
wondered how he had gotten so good at eating pussy at such a tender age. 

I pulled my hands off of my tits and placed them on the back of Fernando's 
head. His hair felt like it had saddle soap in it or something. 

But I didn't care. I simply pressed against the back of his head so that his 
mouth would press against my clit more firmly than before. 

He was sucking hard. I could hear him making loud, wet, sloppy noises with 
his mouth. Then, all of a sudden, my clitoral spasms ended. 

I collapsed down onto the mattress. For a time there I had been pressing 
hard against the mattress with the back of my head and the balls of my feet. 

During the course of my fantastic climax I had arched my back sharply and I 
had lifted my tensed buttocks well off the amazingly soft mattress. 

But my butt fell back onto the bouncy surface the second my come was 
through. My afterglow, like the orgasm, was nicer than usual. I sighed for a 
long time. 

Fernando pulled his mouth and his tongue off of the center of my womanly 
pleasure the second he felt my spasms end. He was, indeed, experienced. 

Fernando was a smart enough lover to realize that my clit would be too 
sensitive to even be touched during those first few seconds following 
orgasm. 

My husband always liked to keep licking my clit even after my glow had 
replaced by bliss. For years and years he never caught on that he was 
torturing me by doing this. 

He rested his chin on the center of my pubic patch and looked at my face 
between my tits. I could see one half of his mouth curl upward. 

His face twisted into a half-smile of self-amusement. He ran his palms up 
the sweaty front of my body-once again to my huge tits. 

My breasts are so firm that that hardly flatten at all when I am sprawled 
out on my back lack that-in spite of the fact that the force of gravity is 
directly against them. 

My nipples were starting to get smaller and softer. The sexual arousal in my 
clit was appeased temporarily-it was true. But this was not the case with my 
asshole. 

The craving that had been kindled in my anus when Fernando was rimming me 
was stronger than ever. The orgasm had enhanced that desire. 

Strange but true. The womanly body is a mystery, even to women. I have had 
handsome men try to flirt with me and I didn't get turned on. 

On the other hand I have gotten hornier than hell right in the middle of a 
crowded bus-for no apparent reason at all. There is no figuring it. 

All I know was that Fernando's tongue had performed some sort of miracle on 
my bung. I was yearning to be buggered as I never had before. 

As I opened my eyes and looked at his cute face resting at the base of my 
abdomen, I could think of little other than how much I wanted his dick up my 
butt. 

I could feel the ring of muscle at the mouth of my rectum opening and 
closing with a greater frenzy than before. My asshole was moving as if it 
wanted to suck the Spanish teenager's cock right up inside. 

I sat up and placed my hands over the side of his little head. He propped 
his upper body up on his elbows, lifting his chin from my mound a bit. 

"I don't think that anyone in the whole world eats pussy the way you do," I 
said to the boy. I could tell that my cat-like eyes were twinkling. 

"You sure do have a sweet pussy, Tammy baby. You taste like you really got 
honey dripping from your honey pot," Fernando replied with a smile. 

"And you have a funny face," I said. "The lower half of your face is all wet 
and shiny from the juices that came from my pussy while I was coming." 

"Yeah, I felt a little squirt of liquid come from your piss hole when you 
first started to get your rocks off. I thought you had lost control of your 
bladder." 

"That wasn't piss I was squirting on you. That was my feminine ejaculation, 
which comes out of my urethra. You can think of it as verification of my 
climax's authenticity." 

"I had a feeling that it wasn't really piss, even though that was what I 
thought at first. Some of the stuff got into my mouth and onto my tongue." 

"Yes?" 

"It tasted sweet." 

"I see. Come here. I want to lick your face clean, Fernando. I wanted to 
taste those sweet juices from my pussy too," I heard myself say. 

"Is this the first time you ever tasted the juices from your own cunt or are 
you an expert on the subject?" Fernando said. He began to crawl. 

I lifted my leg up and over him so he could crawl up to my side without 
going for my leg. I found myself thinking of Anthony and the way he had 
wanted to taste his own come after I sucked him off. 

I almost felt as if I were returning the favor as I began to lick at 
Fernando's smooth face. I thought this in spite of the fact that I didn't 
even know if Fernando and Anthony were acquainted with one another. 

I licked his face clean as a whistle and then kissed him sensuously. It 
didn't surprise me that the boy was an excellent kisser. I already knew that 
he had a quality mouth and a quality tongue. 

"I loved the way you licked my ass," I said with a purr. 

"Some chicks get off on that shit-so to speak," he said. 

"You made my ass and inside my ass feel very horny," I said. 

"You like to take cock right up the poop-chute, baby?" he asked. "I do. I 
want you to fuck my ass hard and fast, Fernando." 

"I think that can be arranged, Tammy baby. Let me get out my prick." 

"What is it with you guys? You never want to get naked." 

"That's because we all want to be like the firemen," Fernando said. 

"Oh," I replied, although I wasn't quite sure what he meant. 

"You roll over on your belly, baby. I'll give that ass of yours a screwin' 
it won't ever forget," Fernando said. 

"Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm," I said, pressing my lips together. "I can feel my 
horniness getting worse just from listening to those words!" 

He thought I was a bulls hitter-but I was a cute one. I rolled over on my 
belly and Fernando began to massage my shoulders. He told me that the key 
was to relax. 

He said that I could keep my inevitable pain to a minimum if I managed to 
achieve complete relaxation in the ring of muscle at the mouth of my nether 
eye. 

He told me that he wished he had some oil-and that he was going to have to 
resort to using saliva on his prick and my ass to lubricate the sodomy. 

I told him it was perfectly fine with me if he used saliva-and I suggested 
that some of the juice from my pussy might be helpful as well. 

"Ahhhhhhh!" he exclaimed excitedly. I don't think the idea of using natural 
lubrication from my poontang on my asshole had occurred to him. 

He massaged all down my arms. He massaged my hands. He ran his fingers in 
between mine. I could feel my tension flowing right out of me. 

He began to rub my back, up and down either side of my backbone. Then I 
could feel him pressing on the little bumps all up and down my spine. 

Each time Fernando pressed on one of those little bumps I could feel some of 
my nervousness dissolving into a liquid, and then evaporating. 

I began to grind my pussy against a button on the mattress. I was rocking 
back and forth gently as his fingers worked down my back, coming closer and 
closer to the creamy cheeks of my ass. 

I could tell I was making a wet spot on the mattress. I could feel my 
afterglow fading away. The horniness in my pussy was growing in both my cunt 
and my ass. 

I had a sudden urge to get fucked in my cunt and my asshole at the same 
time. Why not? I thought. Surely it couldn't be too hard to score two page 
boys at once. 

But why stop there. 

I have three hole. 

Why not three cocks! 

I was getting all caught up in this sexy fantasy of having cock meat in my 
mouth, my pussy and my asshole all at the same time. I was determined to 
have this experience before my sexual binge came to an end. 

Instead of massaging my ass right then and there he skipped my buttocks and 
began to caress the backs of my thighs. He tickled lightly at the soft skin 
at the backs of my knees. 

Fernando rubbed my calves and then began to massage my feet. This time I 
knew that I didn't have to worry about my toes being ticklish. 

He ran his fingers up and down in between my toes. He tugged at each toe a 
little-one at a time. I was sprawled out with my thighs spread. 

My knees were straight however, and the tops of my feet were still resting 
on the mattress. I felt my toes curl under and grip at the balls of my feet 
the second the Spanish lad was through massaging them. 

Fernando was kneeling in between my parted thighs. Finally, after massaging 
just about everything else, he began to rub the cheeks of my ass. 

I moaned with delight as I felt him opening and closing my buns with his 
strong fingers, periodically stretching the skin in the crack taut. 

He released his grip on my ass cheeks for a moment and instructed me to prop 
my upper body up on my rather sharp elbows for a second. 

As soon as I did as I had been told, the handsome Spanish teenager reached 
under my body and cupped my boobs. My nipples were getting hard again. 

He fondled my tits sensuously-and I could feel those rosebuds turning into 
full-fledged erections against the centers of his palms. 

He didn't rub my tits for very long, I must confess. He quickly allowed me 
to straighten again and returned his full attention to my ass. 

Fernando dug his left fingertips into the crack of my ass with his knuckles 
turned inward. He spread his palm against the bun and touched my asshole for 
a fraction of a second with the tip of his middle finger. 

Fernando yanked my ass cheeks apart as far as they would go with the 
fingertips on his left hand exclusively. I could feel cool air on my nether 
eye. 

I heard Fernando spittle slippery saliva onto his right fingertips. He 
slapped the warm spittle against my hot asshole and I shivered. 

I felt the gooseflesh forming all over my body. I could feel the little 
chestnut-colored hairs at the back of my neck standing on end. 

He massaged that slippery saliva all around my bung with a slow circular 
motion. He pushed some of the lubrication up inside the hole. 

Fernando used his right middle finger to do this, and I was surprised at how 
easily this penetration came. He shoved his whole finger in very fast. 

I could feel the ring of muscle at the mouth of my rectum squeezing and 
relaxing, squeezing and relaxing around his third knuckle as the tip pushed 
deeper. 

I could feel the very tip of Fernando's longest digit exploring the walls of 
my inner colon. I could feel him pressing against various places using 
varying pressures. 

He worked his wet finger in and out of my anus for a moment or two-but this 
did not appease my desire any more than his incredibly long tongue had 
earlier. 

The handsome boy knew that he was just teasing me. He told me to roll over 
on my back so I could watch him whip out his prick. No problem. 

I was very anxious to see the dick that was about to be forced up inside my 
ass. His fingers worked quickly over his pants to undo them, as if he were 
about to pull a weapon. He went for his cock as if he were going for his 
razor-sharp switchblade. 

He whipped out his dick and I was pleased to see that it was very long and 
also quite slender. I could tell that it was plenty long enough to reach the 
magic focal point of my anal desire deep inside my bowels. 

On the other hand his cock was not so thick that I would have to worry about 
him tearing my sphincter muscle before he ever got inside my colon in the 
first place. "Very nice," I said. "Good for ass fucking." 

"I can see that." 

He told me to turn around so that I could not look at him once again-this 
time on my elbows and my knees. 

He laughed as he saw me move, my tits growing beneath my body, dangling down 
in between buttons on the bare mattress. My nipples were throbbing very 
hard. 

He could see me pull my knees up under me-raising my twin globes of ass 
flesh high in the air for him. I had my knees as far apart as I could 
possibly get them. My thighs were opened to an obtuse angle-so that my 
buttocks and the lips of my pussy opened a bit for him on their own. 

I arched my back sharply so that a delicious curve formed at the small of my 
back, leading gracefully upward to the roundness of my buns. 

I had my sharp elbows firmly on the mattress on either side of my head. My 
forearms and my palms were flat on the mattress. My fingers were parted. 

I could tell that it would not be long before my fingertips were digging 
into that mattress so hard that all of my knuckles would turn white. 

I kept my head low. 

My chin touched the mattress. 

Fernando spit on his hand. 

He began to lube up his dick. 

I actually lifted my head for a moment and looked back over my shoulder so I 
could watch him. He was running his palm and the insides of his fingers up 
and down the entire length of his cock. It must have felt very good judging 
from the expression on his face. He looked like he was having a damn fine 
time. He put extra spittle on the head of his cock where the lubrication was 
most essential. I even watched him as he tickled the base of his balls for a 
second or two. Since he had no reason to lubricate his scrotal sack I 
correctly assumed that this self-caress was purely masturbatory. 

He then walked on his knees until I could feel the tip of his stiff prick 
throbbing and bouncing around against the precise center of my left buttock. 

Fernando's hands were large enough so that, when he spread his fingertips 
apart as far as they could go, he could tug open my cunt and my fanny at the 
same time. 

Fernando made a fist around the base of his cock shaft with his free hand. 
He guided the tip of his cock into the cleavage between my ass cheeks. Then 
he began to move the head of his cock slowly up and down. 

He rubbed all the way from the very top of the crack of my ass all the way 
down to my clit. My pussy wanted to be fucked too, but not as much as my 
ass. 

Usually things were the other way around. It is not uncommon for my ass and 
my pussy to both want to be fucked-but usually my pussy takes priority. Not 
this time. 

I could tell that my ass was my primary erogenous zone. My clit and the 
magic spot close to the mouth of my womb had been demoted. They were now 
merely secondary erogenous zones. 

He added extra slipperiness to the tip of his dick by rubbing the head up 
and down in between my protruding and slightly curled back inner cunt lips. 
He massaged my clit in a slow sensuous circle with the little hole at the 
tip of his pecker for a second or two. I thought this felt very good but-of 
course-it was no longer what I wanted most. I could feel my natural 
lubrication dripping out of the top of my poontang slash. The juice was 
rolling over my love button, making my perfect inverted triangle of 
chestnut-colored pubic hair all wet and sticky with nectar. 

He then rubbed the head of his cock exclusively up and down the cleavage 
between my fanny cheeks and I shivered and moaned every time the tip of his 
prick made direct contact with the mouth of my rectum. 

Then he poised the tip of his member at my asshole and he kept it there. I 
was trying harder than ever to relax. The massage had helped but now I was 
getting excited once again. My ass was making little puffing noises like it 
was smoking an invisible cigarette. 

He adjusted the level of his ass cheeks so that the shaft of his slender yet 
incredibly long cock was at the appropriate angle for sodomy. 

He began to push. 

I began to open. 

The puckers in my rectum smoothed. 

My nether eye opened till gaping! 

The head of his dick pushed in. 

I squeezed at the base of his glans! 

"OH FERNANDO! FERNANDO! SO GOOD! SO FUCKING GOOD! DEEPER! SHOVE THAT BIG 
COCK OF YOUR IN DEEPER! ALL THE WAY IN! REAM ME HARD! TAKE YOUR COCK ALL THE 
WAY UP MY POOP-CHUTE' TAKE YOUR COCK ALL THE WAY UP TOOTSIE-ROLL BOULEVARD' 
OH IT HURTS! IT HURTS SO BAD! YOU ARE KILLING ME! BUT IT FEELS GOOD AT THE 
SAME TIME! FERNANDO! FERNANDO! I CAN'T BELIEVE HOW GOOD IT FEELS! FUCK! 
FUCK! FUCK!" 

I could feel the tip of his prick pushing past my tight tubular sphincter 
muscle into my colon. I felt like I had been stabbed in the ass with a red 
hot poker. 

Shit, a WHITE hot poker. He was burning me. I feared that the inside of my 
ass was going to become blistered from the heat-and the heat of the 
friction-from Fernando's relentless full-fledged erection. 

He pushed into me slowly. He seemed to realize that he could brutally tear 
my internal tissues if he fucked me as hard as I was begging him to. There 
was no doubt about the fact that the boy was in more control than I was. I 
had already had one orgasm and I seemed to be the one who was out of control 
with horniness. Yes, the tip of his dick was only entering me a fraction of 
an inch at a time-but each and every one of those fractions of inches 
brought the tip of his intensely throbbing pecker that much closer to the 
maddening itch inside my ass, the focal point of my deep-anal desire. 

I could feel my asshole crawling down the shaft of his dick-yearning to 
grasp him desperately at the hilt. I was wagging my ass from side to side-j 
ust like a happy puppy might wag her long tail. 

He began to push harder. He pulled his left hand away from my ass crack and 
he removed his right fist from the base of his pulsating cock shaft. From 
that point on-with complete penetration assured-his hands were no longer 
fulfilling any purpose and would only get in the way. Instead, the handsome 
Spanish teenager placed both of his hands on the sides of my hips. He curled 
his fingers under to my soft underbelly and pressed his fingertips into the 
soft tissues there hard enough to hurt me. I paid no attention to this 
pain-for it was next to insignificant compared to the pleasure I was feeling 
inside my butt. The sensations inside my ass were actually a sweet 
combination of pleasure and pain but my mind was so fucked-up with my sexual 
arousal that pain and pleasure were by this time all but indistinguishable 
in my reeling mind. He was pulling at my lower torso with both of his hands 
at the same time-using my lovely lower torso as leverage to aid the 
violation. I was helping with the penetration myself by pushing back with my 
ass. I felt like I was impaling myself with that incredibly long pole. I 
could tell that the boy's cock was going to do more than touch me in places 
I had never been touched before. He was going to touch me in places I didn't 
even know I had places I would have sworn up and down could not have been 
reached from the outside unless I had felt it for myself. 

My pussy quivered. 

And then quivered again. 

My clit was ready to burst. 

My colon was ready to spasm. 

The tip of Fernando's prick was less than an inch away from the focal point 
of my anal desire. He seemed to sense this and paused. He took a deep breath 
and then-as he let out the air-he stabbed the tip of his tool of masculinity 
and scratched my maddening itch. I let out a loud scream of pleasure and I 
could feel my usually beautiful facial features contorting until I must have 
looked somewhat grotesque." 

"AAARRRGGGHHH!" I screamed. I lifted my head and straightened my back. I 
could feel his black pubic patch pressing flat now against the very top of 
the crack of my ass. 

"SO TIGHT! SO FUCKING TIGHT!!!" Fernando screamed. His voice rose as he 
pushed even deeper inside. His voice box was being squeezed by the tension 
in the muscles of his neck. 

"SO DEEP! I CAN'T BELIEVE HOW DEEP INSIDE MY ASS YOU ARE!" I screamed. At 
this point I could feel my anus gripping at the hilt of his dong. 

I could feel Fernando's dangling scrotal sack rubbing with a throbbing 
sensation against the outermost edges of my curled back and protruding inner 
labia. 

He gyrated his hips. I could feel my asshole along with the inner walls of 
my colon being stretched in every possible direction by the movement of his 
dick. 

I could tell that he wasn't going to have to stab the tip of his cock into 
that magic region within my bowels too many times before something fantastic 
was going to happen. 

I could tell that Fernando was going to have no trouble making me come by 
fucking me in the ass-something that had never happened to me before. 

I could tell that the orgasm Fernando would give me would not come from my 
clit or my inner cunt. It was going to come from inside my asshole. 

I was about to have an anal orgasm-yet another thing I wouldn't have thought 
were possible unless Fernando had proven it to me. 

He began to pull his cock out of my asshole after pausing for a moment or 
two while the penetration was complete. 

He pulled out just as slowly as he had entered-in spite of the fact that I 
was still screaming at him to fuck my butt as hard and fast as he could. He 
withdrew a fraction of an inch at a time and didn't stop until just the head 
of his cock inside my butt. He paused and then drove the entire length of 
his cock back into my ass-all in one fell swoop. I could hear my ass making 
a wet farting noise as gas was forced from the passageway. 

I could feel a great pressure behind my eyes. I could tell that my eyes had 
easily opened far enough for the whites to be visible all the way around the 
emerald green pupils. 

I could feel my eyes bulging-bugging outward. I swear, there was a 
frightening moment or two when I thought my eyes were going to come popping 
right out of their bone sockets. Obviously, that did not happen. The truth 
of the matter was that I was more shocked than injured by the rapid 
violation of my ass. 

I had simply been unaware of the now apparent fact that my ass could go from 
completely empty to completely full with that kind of rapidity. 

I could also feel a sharp pain deep inside my butt and I realized that his 
dick had stretched the inner wall of my bowels too far at one point. 

I could feel something warm and sticky up inside my ass-and it took me a 
second or two to figure out what it was. Then it hit me. 

It hit me like a lead balloon-in a moment of raw horror. I could tell that 
he had opened a wound within me-and the fluid I was feeling was blood. 

I could tell that Fernando's cock was going to be wearing a crimson coat by 
the time the ass fucking was through. I could tell that a combination of 
blood and jism would be dribbling out of my bruised anus long after the 
sodomy was complete. He began to fuck me with a smooth steady motion. He 
fucked faster and faster until I could feel the explosions of bliss up 
inside my bung. 

My colon became spastic. 

My asshole convulsed. 

My inner bowels were spasming wildly. 

"I'M COMING INSIDE MY ASS!" 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

I actually could feel my internal ass muscles contracting each time he 
withdrew with that fantastically effective cock of his. I was using the 
inside of my bung to tug his dick at the root. I was sucking his cock with 
my ass. 

He was fucking my ass with reckless abandon. He was giving it everything he 
had. I could feel the fronts of his thighs slapping at my buttocks and the 
backs of my thighs. 

His balls pressed snugly against my cunt slash each time he rammed all the 
way into me. His cock was moving in and out of my asshole so hard and fast 
by this time that I really did think the internal tissues were going to be 
burned until blistered by the heat of the friction. 

He removed his hands from the sides of my hips and once again ran them up 
under my body so he could play with my dangling titties. 

Instead of taking my tits in his palms he concentrated his attention on my 
nipples. He got each erect nipple in between his thumbs and forefingers. 

He pinched and squeezed very hard at my feminine erections. He squeezed them 
flat between the tips of his digits. He tugged them till the skin all around 
them was taut. 

He pulled my nipples until both of my tits looked a good deal longer and 
pointier than usual-even taking under consideration their growth due to 
gravity. 

He then released both nipples at the same time allowing them to snap back 
into position. He ran his right hand under my body toward my pussy. 

He ran his right fingertips right through my pussy hair to the top of my 
slit. He quickly-very quickly-found my clitoris with the tip of his right 
forefinger. 

There was nothing cute whatsoever about the way the young man diddled my 
clit. He pressed the love button flat against the base of my pubic bone. 

Fernando then worked his finger back and forth across the little man in the 
boat as hard and fast as he possibly could. I could feel the sexual 
excitement in my cunt and in my ass growing at the same rate. I felt like I 
was going to come twice simultaneously-both in my clit and in my bowels. 

At the same time he pushed the entire length of his cock into my butt and 
kept it there. I could feel his hot cock getting a little bit longer. 

I could feel Fernando's tool of masculinity getting a little bit thicker 
with pre-orgasmic engorgement. I was stuffed to the brim even more than 
before. 

I could feel his manly member getting a little bit harder-and I knew he was 
about to spasm wildly within me. I could feel my second deep-anal orgasm 
starting just as my clit began to explode. 

We screamed together as the handsome Spanish lad shot his cream up into my 
bloodied bowels. Then he softened and pulled all the way out of me. He 
pulled the head of his cock out slowly and I collapsed onto my belly. Now I 
knew just how much damage he had done. Now that my sexual arousal had been 
appeased I was aware of how much his dong had ravaged my internal tissues. I 
could tell that I wasn't going to be able to take a healthy shit for a 
couple of. days without thinking of the young man. I had a feeling that I 
was going to bleed for a few days every time I tried to move my bowels. 

Ah, but it was worth it! All of the pain had been more than worthwhile. The 
pleasure had been fantastic-and it had been the sort of pleasure that no 
male had been able to conjure up in my nervous-system before. 

When I had caught my breath I rolled over on my back on the mattress. I 
suppose I was making a bloodstain on the mattress-but I didn't give the 
matter any thought. 

I opened my eyes and noticed that they had filled with tears. The light from 
the kerosene lamp Fernando had lit flickered more than ever while my eyes 
were watery. 

I had to flap my long, curled chestnut-colored eyelashes a couple of times 
to clear the salty tears from my orbs so I could see properly. 

Naturally enough, the first thing I did when my vision had cleared was look 
at Fernando's cock. I could see that the blood on his dick had clustered in 
two places. 

There was a ring of blood around the ring of scar tissue, beneath the lower 
rim of his bulbous purple glans. There was an even thicker ring of blood 
around the very base of his cock. 

I noticed that-for reason or another-there was more blood on the underside 
of his cock shaft than there was on the top part of the stalk. 

I could see that the two large rings of blood on his deflating member were 
starting to brown and coagulate from its exposure to the fresh air. 

"I want to lick the blood off your cock," I said to him. 

I could tell by the look in his eyes that he thought this was a damn fine 
idea. His eyes lit up with excitement. 

"Wow, you are kinky, Tammy baby," Fernando said with glee. 

"Just about the kinkiest," I said with a giggle. I once again got on my 
hands and my knees-this time facing him. 

I crawled up to him and knelt with my head lowered so I would have no 
trouble getting at his genitalia with my mouth. I started on the crustiest 
of the blood right away. I found that I had to stiffen my tongue and flake 
that blood away with a pointy tip. I didn't stop licking until his cock was 
clean. At that point Fernando fetched a wash cloth and moistened it in a 
sink he found somewhere in the dark. I don't know how he walked around that 
basement without bumping into anything. My eyes had had more than enough 
chance to dilate and adjust to the dim illumination and still I couldn't see 
much of anything. The teenager must have had the eyes of an owl-or maybe a 
bat! 

He told me to stretch out on my belly and he sensuously wiped the blood away 
from my ass with the damp washcloth. When I was clean he looked at his 
watch. 

"I have to get to work pronto," he said. 

"Maybe we can get together again sometime," I said. 

I also stood and began to put my clothes on. 

"Yeah, maybe," Fernando said, but he didn't sound like he believed it. 

Well, I took a couple of weeks off from my sexual binge at that point. My 
ass was sore a few days just like I had thought it would be. 

I was actually pleased that the damage had not been worse-if you really want 
to know the truth. Fernando could have opened a serious wound by fucking my 
ass hard and fast as he could. 

Even if that had happened I would not have been angry with the handsome 
Spanish lad. I would have had only myself to blame. It had all been my idea. 
He probably wanted to fuck my cunt-but I had talked him into fucking my 
asshole. He had wanted to bugger me slowly and sensuous-but I would have 
none of it. I wasn't going to be satisfied until he plowed my bowels as hard 
and fast as he could. I got what I deserved. 

When all of my soreness went away and I began to-once again-feel hotter than 
a pepper sprout, I felt my mind wandering more and more toward my lesbian 
tendencies. 

There was a little girl working in my husband's office building who was 
really starting to knock me out. She seemed a little on the innocent 
side-but that was okay with me. I don't think she was a day over sixteen 
years old-which gave her a pretty good excuse to be innocent. Still, there 
was no halo over her head-I could tell that right away. I had a feeling that 
there were budding horns where her halo had once been . There was something 
about the way she looked at me when I crossed the lobby of the building that 
made me think she was seducible. I mean, some females look at me with 
jealousy in their eyes. 

They hate me because I am so beautiful and obviously so rich. Other girls 
look at me with envy, because they are dreaming of being like me one day. 

Some don't seem to care one way or the other about me because they are too 
busy looking at guys. This girl was different. I could tell that she was 
looking at me with lust in her eyes. I figured she was going through the 
same thing I was. She was starting to suspect that she had sexual urges 
toward both sexes, and she wanted to find out for sure. 

I walked up to this little girl who was holding a clipboard against her 
bosom one Friday afternoon. On the clipboard was a list of names and she was 
crossing them off one at a time while going through some file cards. 

"Hi, what's your name?" I asked. I could see that her name tag, worn above 
her left breag, read, "Miss Cummings." She told me her name was Candy. 

Candy Cummings. Perfect. I gazed into her baby blue eyes and I could once 
again see that look of passion that I had noticed when the little girl was 
checking me out from afar. 

It would have been an understatement to call Candy Cummings diminutive, as 
she stood only a fraction of an inch over five feet tall. I guess I like my 
girls little as well as young. There was something about her size that 
appealed to me. She was, quite literally, like a living doll. 

She would later tell me that she had never weighed more than ninety-seven 
pounds in her entire life-including once when she had weighed herself while 
soaking wet. 

Candy Cummings had tight blonde curls all over the top of her head. I told 
her that I thought her hair looked very, very cute, and I meant it. Candy 
Cummings blushed when I told her this. She announced that she had always 
thought her tight blonde curls made her look like Harpo Marx. 

In spite of the fact that I had embarrassed her with my compliment, I got 
the impression at no time that Candy wanted me to go away. Not at all. 

She was enjoying the attention I was paying her. I told her that I had been 
looking at all of the girls who worked there, and I thought she was, by far, 
the cutest. 

"Please don't mind me asking, but who are you?" Candy Cummings said. Her 
voice was very tiny and very high in pitch. Her voice made her sound even 
younger than she actually was. 

"Who do you think I am?" 

"I thought you might be a talent scout for a modeling agency or something 
like that. I guess not. I'm too short to be a model." Candy looked at me 
curiously, tilting her pretty little head a bit to one side. She raised a 
single golden eyebrow into a high arch. "Maybe I am a talent scout from the 
movies in Hollywood," I said. 

"Are you?" 

"No." 

"Stop teasing me. Why all of the interest in little old me?" 

"Let me start by saying that my name is Tammy Mumm." 

"Are you are relation to Senator Mumm?" Candy inquired. 

"Ah, you are familiar with my husband," I said with a smile. 

"Your husband? Oh my." This upset her for some reason. 

"Does that cause a problem?" I asked, feeling a twinge of my own jealousy. 

"Oh no, not at all. It's nothing," she said. I was never to learn what my 
husbands name had done to make her take pause. I guess it's for the best. If 
my husband had had an affair with that cute little blonde I don't think I 
ever want to know about it. "I am paying all of this attention to you 
because-well-I don't quite know how to put this," I stammered. I can't 
remember even being so unsure of myself. I don't think I had stammered while 
making a move on another human being since I was a teenager. I felt as if I 
were dealing with unfamiliar territory. Just the fact that Candy was a girl 
made everything seem very different to me. It was like night and day. The 
only thing that was the same was the ache of desire I could feel growing 
inside my pussy. 

"You want to get to know me better?" 

"That's right." 

"I was hoping you would say that," Candy Cummings said. "Why?" I asked. 

"Because I want to get to know you better. But how?" 

"I happen to know a place right here in the building where we can go." 

"I have to finish this filing for Mr. Adams. Then I will be free." 

"I will go into the coffee shop and wait," I said cheerfully. 

As I walked away from the pretty little girl I sensed my ass moving from 
side to side in that sexy way. I also sensed the little girl's eyes focusing 
on my ass. 

I went into the coffee shop as my pussy juice began to make a wet spot on my 
dark red panties. I had worn panties that day that matched the paint I used 
to polish my long fingernails and tiny round toenails. 

I was only half way through my cup of coffee when Candy Cummings entered the 
coffee shop looking for me. I could see her face light up as she spotted me 
alone in a booth in the back in a dark corner. 

God, she was good looking. Her face was round and she had cute little 
features-features that really did look like they should be painted on the 
face of a doll. Her eyes were baby blue and twinkled merrily most of the 
time. She had a straight nose that was a little pointy at its downward tip. 
Her mouth was little and her lips were as red as cherries in spite of the 
fact that she was not wearing any lipstick. The truth of the matter was that 
Candy Cummings was not wearing any make-up at all. She had beauty of the 
girl next door variety. I suspected that she wasn't a virgin-but she was 
still naive. I got the impression that Candy Cummings would have been the 
first to admit that she didn't know very much about life. Her tits were not 
large but they were perfectly shaped and in ratio with the rest of her body. 
I could see that her nipples were erect. This was easy to tell because she 
was obviously not wearing a bra and her nipples were making pebble-like 
bumps in the front of her button-up blouse. The girls and the boys wore 
similar uniforms. 

Her waist was very slender. It could not have measured more than twenty-two 
inches. Shit I have been out with men who had thighs thicker than this 
little girl's waist. 

Her hips were slender and though her legs were not long, I could tell that 
they were very shapely-in just the way a little girl's gams are supposed to 
be. 

I quickly gobbled up the rest of my coffee and stood before Candy had a 
chance to get to my booth. I didn't know how long the little blonde had free 
and I didn't want to waste any more time than I had already with small talk. 

"Let's go upstairs," I said. 

"Upstairs. I thought you were going to take me to a hotel or on one of those 
wild cab rides I had heard about," Candy said with a girlish giggle. 

Her hand slipped into mine for the briefest second and then pulled away. Her 
step quickened and she caught up to me. I could tell that she was in just as 
much of a hurry to get alone as I was. 

Up in the room I once again thanked God that no one was there. I knew that 
it was only a matter of time before I ran into Christopher balling some 
chick when I was trying to get in a little action of my own. 

Perhaps you are beginning to wonder how I handled all of my ex-boyfriends 
while accumulating new ones. The truth of the matter is that it was not 
easy. 

All three of the boys who had fucked me were anxious to do it again, and I 
think people were starting to notice that I attracted more attention from 
the pages than would have normally been my due. 

I was alone with Candy and she was in my arms. She was so much smaller than 
I. She was so precious. 

I could not help but shower her pretty face with little peck kisses. My arms 
were around her slender waist. 

Her fingers were folded at the back of my neck. I had assumed the masculine 
posture in this embrace. 

I kissed her eyelids as lightly as I could. I kissed the tip of her nose-and 
then her hot mouth. 

Oooh. 

That hot mouth! 

I felt the tip of the little blonde girl's tongue on my own. I felt her 
pressing softly, then hard. 

The kiss was delicate at all times. She was into subtle caresses-not nearly 
as bold as the boys had been. 

I could tell that I would have to take the initiative. After exploring her 
inner mouth I bit her neck. 

I bit her rather hard and then I licked and sucked at her earlobe. I noticed 
she was wearing no earrings. 

Candy Cummings no doubt considered herself too young for such womanly 
vanities, but I would turn her into a woman. 

"Have you ever been with a woman before, you know, like this?" I asked the 
little girl in a breathless voice. 

"No," she said. 

"Have you been with a man?" 

"Yes." 

"Often." 

"Just once." 

"Did you make love?" 

"Y-y-yes," she said. The line of questioning was getting her uptight so I 
cut it out. I returned my mouth to hers. 

I pushed my tongue into her mouth as deeply as I could get it and ran the 
palms of my hands down to her ass cheeks. 

I began to work my fingers over the seat of her pants. She moaned, the sound 
muffled by my own pressing lips. 

She was swooning. 

I began to undress her and she went limp. I leaned her against the desk. She 
wanted to rub her head and face against my bosom. I opened her blouse. 

I touched her tits and she shivered. I noticed that her mouth looked on the 
puffy side. You know-wanton. 

Her lower lip was drooping a little. Her lips were slightly puckered. Her 
nipples were smaller than my own. 

Most girls have nipples smaller than mine. I have humongous feminine 
erections, you might recall. 

Candy Cummings leaned back and opened her legs as I lowered my head to her 
throat and began to kiss her. 

Her head was flung back so that her beautiful little face was turned upward 
toward the office ceiling. 

Her eyes closed tightly as I kissed and licked my way down to her tiny tits. 
I flicked my tongue at her nipple. 

Those tits were not very big-but they were damn proud. She began to open and 
close her knees as I stimulated her erect rosebud sensuously. 

The diminutive blonde was gurgling and gasping. I began to suck her nipple. 
I sucked quite gently at first. 

I gave the pink bulb cute little tugs. I undid the front of her slacks. I 
pushed my hand down her pants. 

I worked my red fingernails under the elastic at the top of her incredibly 
soft panties. I pushed inside. 

I kept seeking her pussy hair and I found none. I had to get all the way to 
the base of the mound to find her hair. 

I could tell that three-quarters of her pubic mound was bald. She merely had 
two curls of blonde hair. 

Those curies were growing just above and to the sides of Candy Cummings' 
clitoral foreskin. I pushed my finger between them. 

I pushed until I found the pink tissues of her once fucked cunt. I found 
that she was swollen and wet. 

My finger touched her clit briefly and her whole backbone snapped as if she 
had been struck by a whip between her shoulder blades. She was 
hypersensitive. 

I pulled my hand back out. I sniffed my moist finger. Her pussy was very 
sweet. It smelled unspoiled. 

I licked my finger clean. I then pulled her blouse all the way off. I tugged 
down her pants. She kicked off her shoes. 

She was wearing no socks. She wiggled her little toes in the fresh air for a 
second or two, and then made them still. 

She pointed her toes as she stepped out of her pants-so that she was 
standing before me in just her panties. 

Her tits looked pert and perky. I sucked and licked the nipple I had 
neglected earlier at the same time. 

I pushed my hand inside her panties and she moved her legs further apart. 
Oh, she was very hot. She was very wet. 

I could smell the scent of her cunt wafting up from her torrid crotch to my 
rapidly flaring nostrils. 

I ran my fingers up and down her wet gash. I pushed my middle finger up 
inside her pussy-just a little bit. 

"More," she begged." 

I gave her a little more-but not much. My finger was only up inside her 
poontang to the first knuckle. 

"Deeper," she whimpered. 

But I didn't give it to her any deeper. Instead I pulled my hand out once 
again and her tension dissolved. 

I told her to undress me and she went about this task with fingers so shaky 
they worried me a bit. 

She was getting so excited that she was functioning crazily. She tried to 
undress me hurriedly. 

Instead she ended up talking more time than if she had gone about the 
disrobing task deliberately. When we were both in just our panties took hers 
off for her and she did the same for me. I grabbed her wrist. 

There was tension in the air. 

"Just rub your fingers up and down the outer lips for a second or two," I 
said to Candy Cummings. 

She did as she was told. 

I could feel shivers of pleasure running up and down my spine. She 
discovered I was just as we as she. 

We kissed soulfully. 

I returned my hand to her wet snatch. I realized that she didn't have any 
hair growing at the sides of her cunt. 

My curious finger soon discovered that Candy Cummings was equally bald 
around her pink asshole. 

All she had were those two small curls of blond air at the very top of her 
tiny pink cunt slit. 

Candy Cummings felt me begin to push my finger up inside her pussy again. 
She beat me to the punch. 

The diminutive blonde pushed her middle finger up inside my pussy as deeply 
as she could before I had the opportunity to return the favor. 

I quickly pushed my finger inside her. I could get deeper than she. I began 
to press on the dimpled mouth of her womb. 

Candy on the other hand began to massage me in a very sexy way! 

 CHAPTER SIX 

I began to work my longest finger in and out of the little blonde girl's 
pussy slowly and steadily. I would pull it almost all the way out. 

Only then would I ease it all the way back in. I could feel the tight 
muscles inside the little girl's once-fucked poontang squeezing me. 

I could feel her tugging at my finger each time I withdrew. I had my palm 
turned upward. My fingertips explored the upper roof of my cunt. 

Candy Cummings was wiggling her finger around in a small circle, using her 
lone digit to stretch my vaginal open in all possible directions. 

The little girl could hear the quickening of my breath when she did this. 
She had short unpolished fingernails. They were quite different from my own. 

Candy had the fingernails of a little girl. They were another factor, along 
with her voice and bald pussy, that made her seem younger than reality. 

Candy pulled her finger out of my pussy and began to massage my asshole. I 
pulled my middle finger all the way out of her cunt as well. 

Then I inserted my right middle finger and forefinger at the same time, to 
make her inner cunt tissues stretch a little bit more than before. 

Candy began to push her finger up my asshole. Her free hand went for my 
boobs. She began to play with my tits. My tits felt especially large when 
played with by those diminutive paws of hers. 

She had her finger all wet and slippery from being inside my honey pot so 
she slipped it up my bung with great ease. Her finger was so short that she 
barely cleared my sphincter. 

But that was not for lack of trying. I could feel her grinding her third 
knuckle against the mouth of my rectum in an attempt to get even deeper 
inside. 

She touched hard at the colon she could reach and I could feel my hips 
gyrating. Naturally, I wanted her finger to push inside deeper as well. I 
began to regret the fact that Candy Cummings had no cock to fuck me with. 
For that matter, I was beginning to regret that Candy Cummings would not be 
able to get fucked during this affair either. I had no cock to plow into 
that cunt with-and I realized that I would always come away from lesbian 
affairs unfulfilled, no matter how sensuous my lover was and no matter how 
many clitoral orgasms I received and gave. 

Then, at precisely the same time we pulled our fingers out of our respective 
sex holes, and we began to diddle each other's love buttons. 

I placed the tip of my wet finger ever-so-delicately on her fiery bulb. I 
got the impression that I was caressing her in a way she had never been 
caressed before. 

My touch was gingerly. Perfect. I could tell that she was approaching 
orgasm. I pulled her hand away from my cunt at that moment abruptly. 

I wanted Candy Cummings-for a moment at least-to be able to concentrate 
exclusively on the pleasure she was receiving from my finger. 

I did not want the diminutive teenager's concentration to be distracted by 
the notion that we had to climax simultaneously. She began to moan loudly. 

I could tell that she was very close to coming. My mouth was watering so 
badly that I just had to drop to my knees in front of the little girl. 

Candy sensed what I was going to do and moved her feet even further than 
before apart on the floor. She had her thighs parted very far. Her pussy 
lips were opened on their own. 

I tilted my head back and began to lap at her cunt. I drove my tongue up 
into her fuck hole. I could feel her muscles squeezing and tugging at my 
taster. 

They squeezed and tugged just as they had at my finger only a few moments 
before. I pulled my tongue out of her hole. I peeled her clitoral foreskin 
upward. 

I bared her clit and placed the tip of my tongue right on it. I rolled her 
love button in a circle. I moved it in a figure eight. Then I flicked across 
it. 

I did not have to do this for very long at all before I sensed all of the 
little girl's muscles tensing up on her involuntarily at the same time. 

Candy's back arched further than before so that she was practically sprawled 
on her back across the large oak wood desk. Her face was contorting. 

Her pussy was spasming. She was screaming with her pleasure. I had to reach 
out and put my hand over her mouth. She took my fingers in her mouth. 

She sucked my fingers as hard as she could-rolling her tongue over them at 
the same time-in a desperate attempt to completely pacify herself. 

She was obviously pretending that she had a cock in her mouth. It was a 
man's hard prick that the little girl was licking and sucking in her 
fantasy. 

I sucked and licked at her clit at the same time-just as I had remembered 
Fernando doing to my cunt only a week or so before. She sucked even harder 
at my fingers. 

The little girl gushed juices into my face. I pushed three fingers up her 
cunt and working them in and out-twisting them as I did so. 

A creamy substance came oozing from her cunt. Oooooh, she was really getting 
off now. I could sense her upper body bucking, but I did not see it. 

I had my eyes closed. I had to be careful not to suck at her clit too hard. 
I knew that there was only a fine line between ecstasy and agony when 
treating a love button roughly. 

Naturally I made sure that her clit never got anywhere near my teeth. I knew 
that the visible part of her love button was only the tip of the iceberg. 

The rest of her clit ran along her pubic bone, deep inside her cunt, 
explaining was she was so sensitive on the upper roof, near the base of the 
bone. 

I managed to get three fingers up her cunt and my pinky up her ass by the 
time she stopped her convulsions and became quiet once again. 

I kissed away the tears of joy that had welled up in her baby blue eyes, 
spilling a little bit onto her round cheekbones. I kissed her mouth. 

She pushed me away and then turned me by the shoulders. She wanted to switch 
positions. It was my turn to be pleasured by her mouth and fingers. 

I had been close to the edge when I pulled her hand away from my cunt, and 
my horniness had not diminished while eating her hot pussy. 

I leaned back over the desk, resting on my elbows, and spread my thighs for 
the little girl. She stood in between my knees and leaned over to tongue my 
nipples. 

She kissed and sucked at my tit for a long time. As she did this she lightly 
ran her round fingertips up and down the insides of my thighs. 

I could tell that I was literally dripping cunt juice onto the floor. My 
honey pot-I could tell-was going to be boiling by the time her mouth even 
got to it. 

She knelt before me and I could feel her teeth on my inner thighs. I 
actually sat up on the desk so that my feet lifted off the floor. 

I wanted to get the weight of my round lower torso onto the small of my back 
so that Candy could get at my buttocks with her mouth. 

She pulled my ass cheeks open and ran her tongue up and down the crack of my 
ass, savoring both the flavor of my ass and the pussy juices that had 
dripped down in there. 

Then she concentrated her oral energy on the asshole itself. She licked it 
clean and pushed up inside it. She pulled her tongue out and penetrated my 
bung with three tightly clustered fingers. 

With Candy's fingers still up inside my ass I felt her licking lightly at my 
outer cunt lips. She licked at the clitoral foreskin. She became orally 
anxious. 

Candy began to lick up and down the entire length of my boiling honey pot 
with the flat part of her tongue, crossing my clit with each stroke. 

Her taster worked deeper between my inner lips each time. She started each 
stroke at my anus and ended it at the base of my pubic hair. 

I could feel my pleasure getting a little bit bigger each time her tongue's 
flat part made direct contact with my little man in the boat. 

She pushed her tongue as deep inside my pussy as she could while moving my 
clit from side to side gently with the tip of her pointy nose. 

Well, I thought I was going to die. She then found my clit with her tongue 
and worked on it-and it alone. In a second I was in outer space. 

I was travelling to other universes. I left this solar system. I was on my 
way past galaxies, strange galaxies, one, two, three. It was great! 

I could tell that I was on my way to another dimension-to a place where time 
and space stopped existing all together. I was on my way to the fifth 
dimension. 

I journeyed to the land of the sensates-to a place where only sensation 
existed, and only the intensity of sensation held any import. 

I could feel my sense of time and space becoming badly warped by the 
intensity of the sensations I was experiencing at that moment, to tell the 
truth. 

Each second felt like a minute and each minute-had my orgasm lasted that 
long-would have seemed like about a year and a half or something. 

She licked me-but did not suck at the clit-until my come stopped. I stood up 
next to the desk and reached down to hold her beneath her arms. 

She was a little moist down there. I lifted her up to her feet and licked 
her face clean. I sucked her protruding tongue. We pressed our tits 
together. 

She was up on her toes and arched as I stooped over her. We did this so we 
could kiss with our hot mouths and our stiff nipples at the same time. 

"How did you like it?" I asked her. She looked at me as if I were weird. She 
looked at me as if I had grown a second head or something. 

"I liked it plenty. You mean you couldn't tell?" she said. "I easily liked 
it as much as you, and I could tell you were having a very good time." 

"How true." 

"Kiss me again." 

"I have to go soon." 

"I know, so do I. Kiss me again." 

"Okay." 

We kissed one last time and then quickly put our clothes back on. We stopped 
together in the ladies' room down the hall. My make-up was smudged. 

Candy wanted to splash some cold water on her face. She could tell that she 
was still flushed from the orgasm she had experienced. We both brushed our 
hair and then got on the elevator. When we got off the elevator we pretended 
that we did not know one another and went our separate ways. Indeed, we did 
not talk to one another after that. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Things got a lot weirder with my next sexual affair. As it turned out the 
affair was not with a page at my husband's office building. 

As things turned out I met my next lover at a dinner for my husband. It was 
very strange how it happened. I was sitting right next to my husband at the 
long table and we were being served our food. I found myself looking at one 
of the boys doing the serving. He was a black boy and very handsome. No more 
than sixteen. 

Just the way I like them. If he had been serving my side of the table I 
would not had an excuse to make eye contact with him. As it was I held his 
stare so long I was surprised that my husband did not become suspicious. To 
tell you the truth, I don't think my husband pays that much attention to me 
anymore. 

Like I said before, I am just a prop. When all of the food was served I 
quickly discovered an imaginary hair in my roast beef. I can be a pretty 
damn good actress when I want to be. 

"Ug, this is disgusting. I am going to go complain immediately," I said and 
got up from my seat. My husband tried to keep me from making a scene. 

I lowered my voice and assured him that I would be right back. I made my way 
toward the kitchen in search of the black boy, the charmer. 

I found him hovering inside the kitchen door near the little window, as if 
he were going to spy on me while I was eating. He seemed very nervous when I 
confronted him. 

"I would like to speak to you alone, my friend," I said to him, trying to 
accomplish this without any of the others noticing. I grabbed his arm and 
ushered him out into the hall. 

"What did I do?" he asked nervously. I stood a little too close to him and I 
left my hand on his arm even though we were now standing still. 

"I want you to write your name and phone number on a piece of paper. It 
would be helpful if you would put down when you are free as well. I want to 
call you." 

"But why?" he asked. 

"Silly boy." 

"Pardon me?" 

"I want to have sex with you." 

"You are pulling my leg." 

"Not yet. Soon I'll be pulling your third leg," I said. He seemed like there 
was more he wanted to say, but he couldn't conjure up the nerve. 

I guess I should mention at this point that the young man, whose name was 
Harvey Harris, was a lot larger than the other boys I had picked up. 

He had thick muscles across his shoulders, his back and his chest. It would 
not later surprise me to find out Harvey played football on his high school 
team. 

He weighed well over two hundred pounds. His voice was deep. His body had 
matured quickly. He was a man with a boy's brain. There was something 
perfect about that. 

Harvey quickly wrote down the information I was seeking. I told him to bring 
a fresh plate of food to my table as I had found a hair in the first one. 

Three days later I called Harvey at the number he had given me. He told me 
to meet him at a playground. I picked him up there in my sports car. 

I drove him to a sleazy hotel just outside Washington. It was the sort of 
place where they showed closed circuit porno movies in the rooms. 

The sort of place that had mirrors not only on the ceilings but on the walls 
and sometimes on the floors as well. Twenty-four hours a day. Businessman's 
rates available for short term stays. You get the deal. 

I stripped him down inside our room and laid him out on the bed. He had a 
big fat dick that was getting bigger by the second. The head of his cock was 
blue-black. 

His ebony pole was going to fill my twat to the brim. I took off my own 
clothes and stretched on top of him, rubbing my pussy lips up and down the 
underside of his dick shaft. 

I thought about taking him like that, with me on top. For a moment I wanted 
to be the waves of the sea-allowing him to be the relatively still sands of 
the beach. 

But he had this look in his large brown eyes of a stud who was anxious to 
mount. I rolled over on my back and I let him mount me. 

For a moment the weight of Harvey's chest was down fully upon my tits. My 
breasts were flattened by the pressure. I could feel my nipples throbbing 
against his tight black skin. 

He was making it very difficult to breathe. He was very heavy. He sensed my 
distress and lifted his chest from mine so that only my nipples were 
touching his chest. 

He had positioned himself so that the entire length of his dick was pinned 
between our lower bellies. I could feel the base of his cock throbbing at 
the very top of my snatch. 

I could feel the blue-black tip of Harvey's cock throbbing against a spot 
that was in between my tits and my concave bellybutton. 

Then the young man kicked his legs out straight behind him. I could see 
myself in the mirror above. I could see that tight black fanny. 

I could see Harvey flexing the muscles in his ass. I ran my hands over his 
buttocks, his back and the backs of his thighs. I reached under his ass 
cheeks. 

I scratched ever-so-lightly at the base of his scrotal sack for a moment or 
two. He got up on his toes. His hands were flat on the bed someplace over my 
head. 

He pushed down with his palms so that he was hovering over me-as if he were 
about to do a series of push-ups on top of me. I guess he was. 

He lifted his loins so that the base of his cock was no longer touching my 
inverted triangle of chestnut-colored pubic hair. Only the tip touched me. 

The tip of his cock was throbbing more intensely than ever against a spot 
midway between the top of my slash and my dimpled bellybutton. 

I felt him guiding his cock into my pussy with his hand while supporting the 
entire weight of his upper torso with the other. I squeezed his hips with 
the insides of my thighs. 

I lifted my legs up in the air. I pointed my toes at the corners of the 
ceiling and made a vee with my shapely gams. I turned my toes inward. 

I crossed my ankles I rested my heels on the small of his back. I draped my 
arms under his and scratched up and down the sides of his backbone with the 
tips of my long red fingernails. 

I squeezed him with all four of my limbs at the same time. He opened up my 
cunt with the blunt tip of his ebony pole. I felt that black shaft push 
deeper. 

Then deeper still. He filled me up. He began to fuck. I quickly orgasmed. 

I could tell that the black boy was under complete control. I could tell 
that he was going to be able to fuck me for a very long time. 

I knew that his libido would be under control for many strokes before Harvey 
was forced to end the act with the spilling of his seed inside my pussy-well 
past the mouth of my womb. 

I came again and again. Not since I was with Christopher have I come so 
much. I felt the rushes of the tightly grouped comes flowing into one 
another. 

I was snapping off my orgasms at a frightening pace. I thought it would 
never stop. My pleasure mounted until I thought I was going to pass out. 

"I CAN'T STOP COMING! HARVEY! OH MY GOD HARVEY! I CAN'T STOP COMING! HAVE 
MERCY ON ME! HAVE MERCY ON MY PUSSY! HAVE MERCY ON MY SOUL!" 

I could feel my inner cunt lips being pushed and pulled blissfully by the 
amazing girth of his ebony pole. He quickened his stroke and I could feel 
myself spinning. 

I really did think I was going to lose consciousness at any moment by the 
time he finally rammed his entire pecker in and shot his cream. 

I used my cunt to suck him dry. I ordered him out of me and into his clothes 
right away. Outside I drove him back to the playground where we had met. 

I told Harvey Harris that I would give him a call sometime. 

But I knew-even as I spoke the words-that I never would. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Bobby Billinton was an odd lad-but I enjoyed playing kinky sex games with 
him nonetheless. He was yet another page at my husband's office. 

I tried to get him to come with me up to the third floor to the abandoned 
office with me but he said that he wouldn't hear of it. 

I thought at first that this was because the boy was afraid of me-or perhaps 
he didn't find me attractive. He was a mild-mannered boy. 

I considered the possibility that women were not foremost on his mind-if you 
know where I am coming from. But this did not turn out to be the case at 
all. 

He told me that-at the ripe old age of sixteen-he was jaded and bored with 
"normal", sex. He wanted to be experimental. I was pleased with this. 

I explained to the cute blonde boy that I was an extremely open-minded 
woman. I asked him to explain what he wanted from me. I would do my best to 
please him. 

He blushed. 

Bobby blushed frequently. 

"Well, Tammy, what I have in mind we certainly can't do in this building," 
Bobby said to me. His face was still red. I could tell that he was having 
naughty thoughts. VERY naughty. 

"If you tell me what you have in mind I can try to help you. You don't have 
to be shy with me. I don't think that there is anything wrong with a little 
deviation every now and again," I said. 

"I am into-or I should say-I would like to be into water sports," Bobby said 
to me. "I want to play wet games-golden showers, enemas and stuff like 
that." 

"I have read about things like that in magazines," I confessed. "I wasn't 
sure if people really did that or if they were just erotic fantasies," I 
added. 

"I don't know if people really do that stuff or not either," Bobby said to 
me. He was now sounding a-lot more sure of himself. "But I have always been 
the sort of boy who wanted to turn my fantasies into reality." 

"That's a good way to be disappointed," I warned him. How well I knew that 
fantasy and reality were not at all similar. Things never worked out in 
reality as well as they did in the imagination. 

"That is a risk I am willing to take. But-like I said-the games I like to 
play are messy and we can't do them here," he said. He still sounded 
nervous-but now I think his nervousness was stemming from his desire and his 
anticipation rather than from an insecurity or a fear of being laughed at. 

"I'll tell you what. I am going to do something I have never done before. I 
am going to invite you home with me," I said. "We can use my bathroom-and my 
bedroom. I hope that you are into fucking and sucking too." 

"Oh yes, but I have to work all day and certainly your husband will be home 
this evening," he said. His voice was crisp. His words sounded very proper 
even when he was speaking in vulgarities. 

"That is why you are going to call in sick tomorrow morning. Instead of 
coming to work you will come to my house. I will get all of the stuff we 
will need," I said. 

He seemed extremely pleased by this idea. I handed him my address card and 
he told me that he knew how to get there. Bobby drove his own car. 

He told me that I was like a dream come true. I told him to save his 
flattery for when we were alone. In the lobby of that building I had to be 
very careful. 

Every day now I was running into pages that I had already fucked, and 
obviously they knew why I was hanging around so much. I had a feeling that I 
was near the end of my rope. 

My life-style had become increasingly reckless. I suppose it was only a 
matter of time before I got caught. I was already thinking of beating my 
husband to the punch by filing for divorce. I was pretty sure that he had 
been the one to pop Candy Cummings' cherry. I was also pretty sure I could 
force a confession out of that little blonde if I had to. 

Since my husband was showing less and less interest in me-and I in him-I 
wasn't worried that the man would try to contest the divorce. 

I wanted my fair share when it came to alimony, but I would make it clear to 
my husband from the start that I wasn't out to rob him blind. 

That day, while Bobby was working, thinking about me, no doubt, I went to a 
sexy boutique on the outskirts of town and bought a special enema bag 
designed for erotic purposes. 

I figured I could improvise if any other equipment was needed during my 
sexual adventures with Bobby Billington. I could tell by his fantasies that 
he was a sexual submissive. 

I could tell that he was looking for a dominant woman, so I spent part of 
that day practicing to be a dominatrix bitch. I thought about buying a 
leather corset. 

I wondered how far I would be willing to go. What would I do if he wanted me 
to tie him up? What would I do if he wanted me to whip him-or something like 
that. I told myself that I would do whatever he wanted, even if it involved 
hurting him. If he wanted to be degraded, I would degrade him. If Bobby 
Billington wanted to be humiliated, I would be more than willing to 
humiliate him. If he wanted to be tortured in an erotic way-well-I was 
willing to do that too. 

I had told Bobby that I was an extremely open-minded woman, and I knew I 
would disappoint him if this turned out not to be true once we got right 
down to the real nitty-gritty. 

The following morning, after my husband had left for work I got up right 
away-instead of sleeping in late as I usually do. I was expecting company. 

I took a long shower under needles of steamy hot spray. I used plenty of 
soap and made sure that I scrubbed all of my nooks and crannies. 

I was already feeling horny, thinking of the kinky sex games I would soon be 
playing games I had never played before. I wanted to jerk off. 

But I held back. 

I did not masturbate. 

Instead I allowed my passion to grow. I wanted to be seething with my 
womanly lust by the time the frail blonde boy arrived at my front door. 

I dried myself slowly and blew dry my long hair. I then put perfume behind 
my ears, on my nipples, on the insides of my thigh, behind my knees and at 
the very top of the crack of my ass. 

I put on an expensive musk oil-the sort that changes odor depending on the 
body chemistry of the woman wearing it. The oil smelled hauntingly beautiful 
on me-if I do say so myself. 

Then I put on my make-up. I even rouged my nipples and the outermost edges 
of my protruding inner cunt lips. I put on a garter belt. 

To this I attached a pair of black fishnet stockings, the sort with a black 
seam up the back. I slipped my feet into open-toed black spiked high heels. 

I then slipped a silky robe over my shoulders and tied the cloth belt around 
my slender waist loosely. I wanted to keep the robe open at the top. 

I wanted the upper halves of my delicious breasts to be visible to Bobby 
Billington even when I opened the door. He might be worried that I had been 
kidding him, or that I wanted to get him in trouble, or that I had changed 
my mind about playing fetish games with him. I wanted Bobby to be relieved 
of these anxieties the second I opened the door. My lips were moist and 
tingly. 

I sat on the living room couch and turned on the color television set. 
Bobby-as it turned out-was fifteen minutes late for his appointment. 

I was starting to think that I had been the one who had been deceived, and 
then the front doorbell rang and I knew everything was going to be okay. 

I stepped quickly to the door, clicking on my high heels. When I opened the 
door I saw Bobby standing there, in a simple button-up shirt and jeans. He 
was wearing sneakers. 

I guess he figured that there was no point in dressing up-because he figured 
he wasn't going to be spending a hell of a lot of time in his clothes 
anyway. 

In Bobby's right hand was a single red rose. He presented it to me shyly. It 
was I who blushed. What a simple yet wonderful gesture. I took the rose and 
held it to my bosom. I pricked myself, drawing just a spot of blood. I 
didn't mind. There was part of me that thought the rose was me-and I, 
indeed, was that beautiful red rose. But where was the thistle in my kiss? 
Bobby must have wondered. One thing was for sure, he wouldn't have to wait 
long to find out. 

I invited him in and asked him if he would like something to drink. He shook 
his head from side to side silently. I clipped the stem of the rose and put 
it in a slender femininely shaped vase partially filled with tap water. 

"You should have something to drink though," he said. "You know-for later." 
I understood what he meant and had several glasses of cold water-so that my 
bladder would be achingly full when it came time for me to put my pee to 
work. 

I took the boy's hand in mine. We were just the same height. Not only that 
but our loins were at the same level. That meant that we could kiss and fuck 
at the same time while we were standing up. This pleased me. We were 
anatomically correct for one another. 

I led the boy up to the bathroom and told him to strip. I made it clear by 
the tone of my voice that I was not in the mood to take no for an answer. 

I was not making a request. 

I was giving an order. 

I wanted Bobby Billington to know who was boss, even though my intonations 
were unnecessary. It was clear that Bobby was more than willing to do 
whatever I wanted him to. 

I watched with my arms crossed on my chest as he stripped. I gracefully 
undid the cloth belt around my waist so that my robe fell open. This allowed 
the boy to see my breasts and my pussy for the first time. Again he stared 
at me with wide eyes. I could see the bulge in the crotch of his tight 
jeans. I knew that the boy was going to have a full-fledged erection by the 
time he pulled down his pants and his underwear. His fingers were shaking a 
little as he unbuttoned his shirt. 

He undressed completely and I ordered him to get into the tub. I told him to 
turn so that he was facing the shower nozzle. I went and fetched the enema 
bag and a single piece of rough rope. 

I told him to moved his feet as far apart in the tub as he could possibly 
get them and he did this-without offering a peep of protest. 

I then told him to raise his arms up over his head so that he was crossing 
his elbows on the shower nozzle. This stretched the muscles in his 
shoulders. The shower nozzle was so high that he could no longer get his 
heels on the tub's bottom as firmly as he would have liked. 

Bobby was forced up onto his toes a bit. I knew that this was putting strain 
on the arches of his feet and the muscles in his calves and thighs. 

I showed him the enema bag. He commented that it looked too large. I 
explained that I was going to fill the bag all the way to the brim with 
water. 

I told him that I was going to force him to take every drop of that water up 
his butt before I allowed him to release any of it. He seemed frightened. 

"But that is too much," he said. 

"Perhaps." 

"You will make me explode." 

"Could be." 

"What happens if I fail?" 

"We will repeat the process until you get it right!" I said. 

I was getting off on my role as dominatrix-so very different from any other 
sexual role I had ever played. I was allowed to be cruel to this boy because 
I knew he enjoyed being treated in that manner. I could be cruel without 
feeling guilt. I felt as if my conscience had been removed. I felt gleefully 
free because of this-as if a humungous weight had just been lifted from my 
shoulders. 

The second the boy had crossed his wrists on the shower nozzle I used the 
single piece of rope to bind his hands there securely. 

As you might suspect, I tied the knot as tightly as I could possibly get it. 
I could tell that the rough hemp was biting into his wrist flesh. 

I could tell that the rope was digging ugly red rings into the boy's 
wrists-rings that would linger for days after the sex session was over. 

Yes, I tied the rope so tightly that I completely cut off the circulation of 
blood to his hands. I could see that his fingertips were turning purple. 

I knew-instinctively somehow-that the boy was feeling pins and needles in 
the tips of his small fingers. But I knew they would not be there for long. 

I knew that it wouldn't be very long at all before the cute blonde boy could 
feel nothing at all in either of his hands. I could see that he was trying 
to wiggle his fingers at the knuckles. 

I could also see that Bobby Billington could only do this with an 
ever-increasing amount of difficulty. His knuckles were getting stiffer and 
stiffen. 

I could tell that-along with being numb-the harsh bondage would soon render 
all of Bobby's smallish fingers immobile as well. He was in distress. 

Nonetheless I could see that his cock was as hard as a rock. He had a big 
cock-at least it was big for a boy his size. A good fat eight inches, I 
would say. 

I reached down and took his cock in my hand to give it a little squeeze. I 
pumped blood up into the head of his dick with my hand as he made gurgling 
sounds in the back of his throat. 

I then went to the sink and rinsed off the brand new enema bag. I unscrewed 
the plastic lid from the tip. I adjusted the temperature of the water in the 
sink. 

I made it steamy hot. The sink was next to the tub so that Bobby had no 
trouble seeing what I was doing in spite of the way he had been bound. 

There was steam rising from the white porcelain sink by the time I began to 
fill the rubber bag. Just as I had promised, I filled it all the way to the 
brim. 

I swear, not another drop of water could have fit inside that bag without 
making it overflow. The rubber was stretched. I screwed the plastic cap back 
on. 

The bag was made of black rubber and looked very much like a hot water 
bottle with one exception. There wax a long rubber hose dangling from the 
base of the bag. 

There was a clamp on the hose to prevent any of that water from escaping 
prematurely. At the very end of the hose was the plastic nozzle-or syringe, 
if you like-designed to fit deeply up Bobby's cute little asshole. 

He had a tiny white ass. 

My pussy was soaking wet. 

I could see that the syringe-which was a good four inches long-was long 
enough to push well past his tight tubular sphincter muscle. 

I could see that the plastic syringe was thickest at the tip and skinniest 
at the base. I knew why this was. The tip would push into the colon while 
the asshole itself squeezed at the base. 

The muscles would lock the syringe inside the boy's ass once it was deeply 
inserted. It would work as a butt plug-I think that's what they call them. 

The plastic nozzle would help Bobby retain the water that had already pumped 
inside his butt. I attached the bag to the pole that supported the plastic 
shower curtain. 

His knees were beginning to shake and I could see the strain in his 
muscles-especially those in his calves. He was trying to lower his heels to 
the bottom of the tub. 

But he could tell that I had bound him so that this was impossible. He would 
have pulled his shoulders out of their sockets if he had done it. 

I began to lightly stroke his buttocks. I tickled his balls a little bit and 
he made frustrated moaning sounds. Lord, his balls must have been on fire. 

I remembered the way my own asshole felt when Fernando tongued me and fucked 
me there. I knew that was probably just how Bobby's anus was feeling at that 
very moment. 

My pussy was fully engorged. 

My nipples were erect and throbbing. 

I began to massage the cheeks of his ass with strong fingers. He was 
breathing very hard. His face turned red, and this time it stayed that way. 
I could tell that the cute little boy's facial features were going to remain 
crimson throughout the enema-and probably would not return to their normal 
milky color until after he was allowed to release the water. 

He confessed that he had never done this before and he wasn't sure that he 
would be able to. I told him that all he had to do was keep his asshole 
tensed around the base of the plastic syringe while-at the same time-totally 
relaxing the muscles inside his colon. He was beginning to panic at the last 
minute, but I showed him no mercy. I knew I didn't have to remind him that 
all of this had been his idea in the first place. 

I dug the tips of my fingers into the crack of Bobby's ass and pulled his 
buns open. He was shivering violently with his fear and anticipation by this 
time. 

I could feel the tip of my middle finger actually touching Bobby's asshole 
for a moment. I could feel the tissues there throbbing intensely with their 
intense expectation. 

I grabbed the hose dangling from the base of the enema bag with my other 
hand. I held the hose at the very base of the plastic syringe. 

I ran the tip of the syringe up and down the crack of the boy's ass. He 
shivered and moaned every time the plastic nozzle made direct contact with 
the mucous membranes at the mouth of his rectum. I then stopped the movement 
of the nozzle when the tip was pressed precisely against the center of the 
pink asterisk that was his bung hole. I altered the angle of the nozzle so I 
could slip it up inside him. I then rammed the entire plastic part of the 
enema device into his ass with a single snap of my wrist and he let out a 
grunt that completely emptied his lungs of air. He inhaled once again with 
difficulty-as if the insertion of the nozzle had mysteriously transformed 
the cute teenager into an asthmatic. 

His asshole clutched the base of the nozzle. I pushed the thing in so deep 
that no plastic was visible. It looked as if the rubber hose itself were 
running up his ass. 

I wasted no time getting things started. I released my grip on his buttocks 
so that the cheeks closed around the rubber hose very tightly. My fingers 
ran up the hose. 

I quickly removed the clamp from the hose and allowed the water to run into 
his butt. Boy, did he ever shiver violently. I could see the head of his 
cock snapping upward toward his belly. 

His balls looked bloated. 

He yearned to writhe-but his bondage kept him still. 

His legs must have felt like they were degenerating into stale ginger ale 
beneath him. He must have been wondering how much longer the muscles in his 
legs were going to be able to support the weight of his body, although I 
don't think the frail young man could possibly have weighed more than 
one-hundred and thirty-five pounds. 

His knees were shaking more violently than ever. The water was flowing into 
him slowly. It seemed that way to me-so it must have felt even longer to 
him. I could see him sweating. 

He was covered with gooseflesh. He was contorting his facial features, 
pressing his back teeth together so tightly that those muscles at the sides 
of his jaw were protruding. 

He begged me to let him shit-but I would hear none of it. He was whining 
pathetically, and I knew his pain was real. I was shocked by my own 
reaction. 

I learned quickly to relish his pain. How often had boys hurt me with their 
big cocks and seemed to enjoy it? How often? Who knows? Who counts? 

But I was getting my revenge. They say that inside every masochist a sadist 
lives-and vice versa, no doubt. I was starting to believe that was true. 

I sat on the toilet while I watched him fill up with water and I began to 
play with myself. I stroked my nipples. I pinched those rosebuds. 

I tugged ay feminine erections. I cupped my tits in my hands and began to 
squeeze them. I sat on the toilet with my shoulders back and my knees spread 
far apart. By turning his head to one side Bobby Billinton could get a clear 
view of my naked form. He could see the split pinkness of my beaver. 

He could see the juices that were flowing from my honey pot-but he did not 
yearn to drink the secretions of the glands inside my vulva. He was 
yearning, instead, to drink the juices of my bladder. I could tell that my 
bladder was filling rapidly with the cold water I had drunk earlier-and I 
knew that I was ready to offer him plenty of golden showers when the time 
came. I could see him shivering again. He began to scream. He told me that 
he feared he was going to die. He told me that there were horrible cramps in 
his belly, and he couldn't even bend forward to relieve those cramps because 
of the way his slender wrists had been bound stringently above his head. I 
could see that his eyes were filling with tears. On the other hand, the head 
of his cock looked as if it would explode from the internal pressure if 
another drop of hot blood tried to pump its way inside. I could see that his 
scrotal sack was filled to the brim with his silver seed and looked ready to 
overflow. His abdomen bloated outward. 

The bag was almost empty. 

I wasted no time once the bag was empty. I had diddling around with my pussy 
while watching him. It felt great running my fingertips lightly and slowly 
up and down the entire length of my pink poontang slash. 

But once the bag was empty I hopped to my feet and returned to the boy's 
side. I took his cock in my right hand and grabbed the base of the enema 
hose with the other. 

I pulled the plug out of his butt and began to pump at his rock-hard cock 
meat as hard and fast as I could. I told him he was a good boy for taking 
all of the water as he had been ordered to-and that now it was okay for him 
to release that plethora of steamy water. Well, I guess those were the 
sweetest words Bobby Billington had ever heard in his entire life. 

He released the tension in his asshole-for the first time in what must have 
felt like ages. At the same time he clamped down hard on all of the muscles 
in his colon and the pit of his bowels. His whole asshole blustered and 
dilated as the water gushed outward. He made the loudest farting noise I had 
ever heard. The sound rattled off the tiled walls of the bathroom. The room 
instantly began to reek with the scent of his inner bowels-an odor that I 
found oddly attractive. 

His water shot clear across the length of the tub with the violence of that 
initial blast-so that it splashed against the wall at the other end of the 
tub at his rear. 

Then I felt his cock spasming against the insides of my fingers and my 
palms. I could tell that the boy was going to shit and come at the same 
time-something I would not have thought possible unless I had seen it for 
myself. I could feel his cock working like a pump. Then his molten silver 
seed began to spout rapidly and thickly from between the swollen and 
suddenly dilated lips astride his tiny piss hole. I could feel his come 
spilling onto my hand. The come was slippery on my palm and allowed my hand 
to slip back and forth along the entire length of his dick. I realized that 
his legs were about to collapse. I managed to untie the rope that held his 
wrists in place and I was forced to let go of his spasming dick as he 
collapsed into the bottom of the tub and began to swim around in the stained 
and smelly water that had pooled down there. He grabbed his own cock-as his 
orgasm was still in progress. He milked out the last of his fuck juice as 
the water continued to ooze from his asshole. 

His screaming stopped. 

He became perfectly still and moaned softly at the bottom of the tub. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

"I must in all fairness say that that was well done, my boy," I said to 
Bobby. I had to speak loud so that he could hear me over the sound of the 
shower beating down on him. 

I removed the enema bag from the pole that held the shower curtain. I 
returned the bag to the sink where I washed it off carefully. 

I washed the nozzle off thoroughly and put the bag under the dirty clothes 
in the hamper. 

The hamper was on the far side of the bathroom. 

I want you to wash off yourself and the tub before you turn the shower off. 
Then we will spray some air-freshener in here to get rid of the reek of your 
bowels." 

I could see that the boy was having trouble making his body work properly. 
It took him a long time to get up on his knees with his back straight. He 
shook his hands. 

He was trying to get the flow of blood back into the tips of his fingers so 
that he could use his hands to help clean himself and the tub. 

I stood right there and waited for him. The shower water was very hot and it 
wasn't long before the room was filled with a thick steam. 

I could see that both the mirror in front of the medicine cabinet and the 
full-length looking-glass mounted on the bathroom door were fogged over. 

Bobby managed to push himself up into a standing position. His body was 
returning to normal. I pushed my hand inside the tub and cleaned the come 
off. 

When he had everything cleaned off and the room was smelling fresh once 
again I was the one who turned off the shower. I pulled back the curtain. 

"Now I am going to prove to you just how worthless you are sex slave. I 
don't even think you are good enough to be my toilet," I said. 

I had done some reading of my own on sadomasochistic sex-and I knew that 
verbal abuse was just as important as physical abuse when it came to the 
degradation and humiliation of a slave. 

"I am going to make you drink my piss and then we will see if you are good 
enough to be my toilet. If you are a good boy I will even let you be my 
toilet paper." 

He thanked me kindly and I ordered him to get down in the tub on his back. 
He had swollen red eyes from the tears he had spilled during the sadistic 
enema I had prepared for him. 

He stretched out on his back and placed his arms flat against his sides so 
that his palms were touching his hips and his fingertips were on his upper 
thighs. His cock was flaccid by this time. I began to wonder how long it 
would take him to get another erection. I wondered if he could get a boner 
without being abused. 

I decided to play it by ear. I removed my robe so that I was wearing only my 
garter belt, my black fishnet stockings and my spiked high heels. 

I got into the tub and stood so that I had one foot on either side of his 
cute head. His hair was wet and plastered to his scalp. 

He sat up a little, propping himself up on his elbows, making sure that his 
face remained in between my gracefully tapered thighs. 

At the same time I squatted over him with my knees apart. I could feel my 
outer cunt lips parting on their own. I stroked my inner thighs. 

I ran the tips of my long red fingernails up and down the insides of my 
thighs all the way from my knees to the sides of my vulva. He was breathing 
hard. 

I could see that the blonde teenager was practicing breathing through his 
nose. He worked his jaw from side to side to get the kinks out. 

The idea of drinking the water before we went upstairs had been a damn good 
one on Bobby Billington's part. My bladder was very full. 

I had to take a wicked piss-if you really want to know the truth. I could 
tell from the expression on the boy's face that he wanted to quaff down 
every drop of the juice from my bladder. 

I used the tips of my red fingernails to peel back the labia so that my 
urethra was exposed. I ordered him to open his mouth as far as he could. 

Naturally, the boy did as he was told without a peep of protest. I had no 
trouble whatsoever opening up the floodgates. I began to piss. 

Boy, was I mean! 

I missed the boy's mouth on purpose at first so that my hot, hot piss 
sprinkled down all over his cute little face. I did this spontaneously. 

I guess I just wanted to amplify his degradation. I could see Bobby closing 
his eyes so tightly that both of his eyelids wrinkled. 

Either the boy had been pissed on before (I didn't count out the possibility 
that he had lied about his lack of experience) or he knew instinctively that 
the piss would burn his eyes. 

Then I got down to business. 

I re-adjusted the aim of my golden showers so that they went directly into 
his mouth. Damned if he didn't start swallowing that stuff down. 

It was obvious he loved my piss. 

He began to drink with gusto. 

The boy quaffed deeply of the golden urine-just as if he were drinking a 
fine imported wine from a vintage year straight from the bottle. 

I could tell that the boy had no intention of stopping his drinking until my 
bladder was completely empty. It was all so kinky and sexy. 

I could feel my clit swelling. 

I could feel the water pressure diminishing and I knew I was about through. 
The last urine came squirting out like a male ejaculation. 

Then I ordered the boy to be my toilet paper-to lick the last few droplets 
of piss from my hot pink cunt. I squatted lower than before. 

Bobby sat up higher. 

His tongue went for my piss hole and I shivered when he touched me there. I 
used one hand to steady my balance and played with my tits with the other. 

Bobby was smart enough to know that he was not supposed to stop licking my 
pussy when all of the piss was gone. He licked downward. 

Bobby found the mouth of my fuck hole and plunged his tongue as deeply up my 
poontang as he could possibly get it. I wiggled my ass. 

I felt the tip of his nose against my swollen clit. I could feel my 
horniness rising. I had my nipple between my thumb and forefinger. 

Bobby pulled his tongue out of my juicy fuck hole and moved it directly to 
my clit where he began to lick very softly-almost patiently. 

I was not as patient. 

"LICK HARDER!" I screamed. 

He did as he was told. 

He began to flick the tip of his tongue back and forth across my little man 
in the boat as hard and fast as he could. He didn't have to do that for 
long. 

I squirted my feminine ejaculation against his lower lip. I ordered him to 
suck and lick at my hard clit simultaneously. He made sloppy noises with his 
mouth. 

I felt the bliss ripping through me. and I released my grip on my nipple so 
I could reach back and find his cock and balls with my hand. 

I rubbed his swollen nuts and then took his dick in my hand. I pumped and 
squeezed it. It was still soft-but it would not stay that way for long. 

In spite of the fact that only a few moments had passed since the rather 
frail teenager had shot his wad, fresh hot blood was already pumping into 
the head and shaft of his surprisingly large dick. 

I could tell that the boy would soon have another hard-on. At that point I 
was going to take him into the bedroom and allow him to fuck the living shit 
out of me. 

He had been my slave long enough, and he had done a good job. It would be 
his turn to receive his reward. I knew he wanted his cock inside my cunt 
just as badly as I did. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

My husband was not shocked when I told him I had been in touch with my 
lawyer and had decided to file for divorce. Things just were not working. 

I thought that I would get sick of my affairs with young boys-but this 
turned out not to be the case. My sexual needs were increasing rather than 
decreasing. 

Being an older woman slut had been a hell of a lot more fun than I thought 
it was going to be-and I thought it was going to be pretty fun. 

I did not tell my husband that I was doing what I was doing. But inside I 
knew the divorce was the best thing for him as well as me. 

If I continued to behave as I had been behaving I was going to cause a 
scandal sooner or later. It would be bad enough tarnishing my own reputation 
like that. 

But it would REALLY have been unfair if I had dragged my husband down into 
the slime with me-even if he did pop Candy Cummings' cherry. 

So my husband agreed to have his things moved out of the house. He would get 
an apartment or something near his office. I felt very free. 

I kept thinking about the sexy fantasy I had had in the basement of that 
office building in the light of the kerosene lamp with Fernando. 

I remembered that I had wanted to be fucked by three boys at the same time. 
I had three holes and I couldn't help but wonder how it would feel to get 
fucked in all of them simultaneously. 

I had the house to myself so I knew that arranging such a group scene would 
not be as difficult-or as risky-as it had been when I was still living with 
my husband. 

I guess that it was a little more than a week after my husband had moved out 
that I went about turning my fantasy into a reality, taking a lesson from 
Bobby Billington. 

I decided that my best bet was to deal with boys I had already seduced. I 
left messages at my husband's office building for Christopher, Fernando and 
Anthony. 

I told them that I was recently single and would like them to come over that 
very night to help me stay happy. I did not tell them about each other. 

That part was to be a surprise. They began to show up at eight o'clock that 
night. Funny, it never occurred to me once that one of them might say no. 

The many sexy affairs I had had did wonders for my self-image. I thought of 
myself as sexier than ever. I thought of all of the boys as my slaves-not 
just the ones with masochistic tendencies. 

Anthony showed up first and I served him a glass of wine. I told him we were 
expecting others and he seemed surprised. He said he didn't know it was 
going to be a party. 

Anthony was told that it was going to be a sex party and that I was to be 
the only woman. Then Fernando and Christopher showed up very close to the 
same time. 

When all three of them were there, acting strangely around one another I 
explained what it was I wanted them to do. Fernando seemed to think it was 
an excellent idea. 

Christopher added that he would do it, but Anthony seemed shy as usual. He 
finally said that he didn't want to spoil my fun so he would go along with 
the plan as well. 

I was feeling very proud of myself at that point. I marched them all 
upstairs to the bedroom and told them to get out of all of their clothes. 

Several of them were obviously more comfortable naked in front of me than 
they were in front of each other, but I figured they would quickly get used 
to it. 

I was correct. By the end of the hot scene the three boys were sexual 
comrades, and they were behaving as if they were a team. I assigned them 
their holes. 

I told Anthony that he was going to get to fuck my cunt. I told Christopher 
that he would be allowed to fuck my mouth-just as he had when we first made 
it together. 

I told Fernando that he was going to get to fuck my ass-which he had already 
figured out. He flicked his incredibly long tongue in and out at me. 

I took off all of my clothes. The boys realized that they were all on 
familiar ground, even if they were in my bedroom rather than in the office 
building where they worked. 

Anthony got on his back on the center of the bed. His cock was fully erect. 
His dick was sprawled on his belly-bouncing up and down. 

The tip of his cock was pointing at his handsome face. I moved quickly. I 
straddled the boy's hips and stroked his chest with my long nails. 

I used the fleshy part of my fingertips to rub his loins and then the 
underside of his cock shaft where the craggy veins were protruding. 

I worked my fingers in between his belly and the top of his cock shaft with 
my palm turned upward toward the ceiling of the bedroom. I bent my fingers 
slightly. 

I formed a cradle for his cock with my fingers and lifted the bulbous head 
from his stomach. I ran the head of his dick up and down my quim. 

I thoroughly lubricated the super-smooth skin covering the head of his cock 
before moving that purple glans to the mouth of my pussy hole. 

I began to impale myself. I felt the head of his dick push in between my 
gaping inner cunt lips. I felt the tip of his spear smack my cervix. 

I felt the tip of his dong on the back wall of my cunt, stretching me in 
every possible direction as I took him all the way up inside myself. 

I then kicked my legs out behind me so that my legs were straight and my 
thighs were parted as far as they could go. Fernando went to work. 

Fernando tugged my ass cheeks open and began to tongue my quivering asshole. 
He stuck that amazing tongue right up into my colon. He pulled his tongue 
out. 

He spit on his hand and lubed up his dick with spittle. I knew there was 
only a thin wall of flesh in between my inner cunt and my inner bowels. 

I knew that wall was going to be stretched very thin by the double 
penetration down there. I knew the two boys would be able to feel each 
other's cocks as they fucked me at the same time. I wondered if this was 
going to enhance or stifle their pleasure. 

Fernando got the head of his cock on my asshole and began to push. It didn't 
hurt nearly as much as the first time I was fucked there by his huge dick. 

My asshole opened for him and he didn't stop pushing until the entire length 
was up my bowels. Two cocks inside me at once! I was thrilled. 

But there was another cock left to go. Christopher was kneeling at the head 
of the pack. I stretched my neck outward and opened my mouth. 

I had my oral cavity open as far as it could go and I was curling my lips 
over my teeth. Christopher guided his cock head into my mouth. 

Then past my mouth, into my throat. We had agreed that no one was going to 
start fucking until all three cocks were all the way inside me. 

Christopher kept pushing until my lips were gripping at the base of his cock 
shaft. I was gagging and tears were rolling down my pretty face. 

Then they began to fuck. 

They fucked in sync. 

They pulled out together. 

They pushed in together. The boy's managed to keep the movements of their 
masculine lower torsos in sync with one another even as they steadily 
increased the tempo of the thrilling triple fuck. 

I began to come almost immediately and I didn't stop coming. It was the 
ultimate sexual experience. I began to feel as if I were coming twice and 
sometimes three times at once. 

My clit was spasming. 

My inner cunt was spastic. 

My colon was going berserk. 

I would have screamed bloody murder except my mouth was full. My body was 
alive with sexual pleasure, each and every one of my nerve-endings being 
affected by the plethora of cock meat pumping in and out of me. 

I was lathered with sweat, a cunt, an ass and a mouth, nothing more. I was a 
body to be used and pleasured. More. I wanted more. I was insatiable. 


THE END
