Teach Me, Mom!
by Sherry Murkin
(RX-446)


FOREWORD 

In many societies, a young boy's initiation into the art of sex takes place 
at the hands of an experienced older woman. Although this practice is not 
strictly forbidden in America, it is not common practice, and, although the 
boy might escape censure, the woman is almost always reviled for her part. 
Our society expects sex to be confined to the marital bedroom, with other 
excursions frowned upon, and the wants and needs of persons who are not 
joined in a legal bond are largely ignored. 

In countries such as France, a young boy is expected to receive his sexual 
training at the bedside of an experienced teacher, as a young girl is often 
broken in by an older man. This largely eliminates the painful first 
experiences that are so common in this country, arising from two 
inexperienced young persons thrown together with little or no preparation. 
The practice of pedophilia would therefore seem to lead for greater 
satisfaction for all concerned, the young boy satisfying the older woman 
with his boundless enthusiasm and she leading him into the delights of sex 
with knowing hands. 

Incest is almost universally condemned in so-called civilized societies, 
even those which regard pedophilia as the social norm. The strong taboo 
against incest is perhaps explained by the older men's jealousy of the 
younger, as well as by practical breeding considerations. In these days of 
enlightenment in the art of birth control, the second consideration may be 
largely ignored. And if the participants are free from jealousy, surely the 
taboo might be lifted. 

This story of a school teacher, entrusted with the education and upbringing 
of young people, who breaks loose from her moral restrictions and continues 
her teaching outside the class room, is not meant to be an endorsement of 
either pedophilia or incest. It is only an example of the way some people 
might react under given circumstances. If Susan Thompson had been already 
satisfied in her sexual needs, the circumstances would probably have never 
occurred. As all people are different, so are their levels of sexual 
desires. What may seem disgusting or perverted to one person, may seem the 
sexual norm for another. If Susan's reactions seem unbelievable or 
perverted, remember that her solution is not meant to be the ideal, but 
rather only one possibility among many. 

Tim's acceptance of his mother's sexual needs may seem equally shocking to 
some, but it must be remembered that this is the age of sexual freedom, and 
what seemed shocking yesterday is passe today. Perhaps the characters in 
this story are ahead of their time, but they should not be completely 
condemned for that. The only way to gain a true understanding of human 
sexuality is to explore all aspects with an open and compassionate mind, 
neither condemning or rejecting actions which may seem beyond our 
comprehension, but trying to accept that such things do happen, to people 
very like ourselves. Only in this manner may we gain true perspective into 
the often puzzling web of our actions. 

-THE PUBLISHERS 

 CHAPTER ONE 

Susan Thompson sighed in relief as the final bell rang, and turned from the 
blackboard. 

"That's all for today. Don't forget the quiz tomorrow." She laughed to 
herself slightly, knowing that her words were falling on deaf ears. Her 
sophmore history class had perked up at the bell like racehorses at the 
gate, and already the rush for the door had begun. Susan smiled bitterly as 
she gazed at the mass of young bodies jostling towards the door, their 
voices rising in laughter and chatter as the restrictions of school fell 
away. She could vaguely remember herself at that age, and she wondered for 
the hundredth time what had made her think that she would be a teacher that 
would hold the minds of her restless charges. 

Susan pushed her blonde hair wearily back from her forehead and turned to 
the empty room. Empty except for one student. She stared at him in surprise. 

"Yes? Johnny, isn't it?" Susan looked at the boy curiously. This was only 
the third week of school, and she hadn't learned all the names yet. 

But surely this was Johnny Taylor. He had stuck out in her mind, not, she 
admitted, for his studiousness, but for the almost insolent handsomeness of 
him. 

"Yes'm. Johnny Taylor," the boy said. He looked up at the teacher, his brown 
hair falling over his forehead, and smiled. His face crinkled as he smiled, 
and Susan smiled back at him, caught by the infectiousness of his grin. 

"Well, what is it, Johnny? Didn't you get the assignment for tomorrow? It's 
a quiz on the first four chapters." Susan began erasing the blackboard. 

"Yes'm. I know. It's just something I don't understand." The boy got up and 
gathered his books together, walking to the front of the room to stand 
beside his teacher. "About that dude that gave up the throne of England. For 
'the woman he loved.' I mean, that couldn't have been the real reason. 
That's silly." 

Susan turned around, looking at the boy in surprise. "Why do you say that, 
Johnny?" She looked at him closely, wondering if she had been wrong, if his 
good looks had blinded her to the possibility of intelligence. "That's an 
unusual question. I don't think any of my students have ever asked it 
before." 

Johnny squirmed slightly. "Aw, it's just some of the guys and I were 
talking. I think it's kin da a wet thing to do, you know? I mean, girls are 
nice and all, but a king! That's really something." He gazed at Susan 
earnestly, and suddenly she became aware of where he was looking. At her 
breasts. 

Susan turned away, repressing an urge to fold her arms over her bosom. She 
knew that the boys in her classes stared at her prominent breasts, but it 
had ceased to bother her. In fact, she admitted guiltily, she enjoyed it-it 
seemed to prove that she was still a desirable woman, despite her thirty 
eight years. But it had never happened at such close quarters before. 
Usually, when a student stayed after class, he was so nervous that he kept 
his eyes fixed on the floor. 

Not Johnny. He was looking fixedly at Susan's bosom, seemingly hypnotized. 
Susan coughed and moved back, busily picking up her books and purse, pushing 
down the glowing warmth spreading through her. 

"Yes, well there may have been other reasons, but that is the accepted 
popular view," Susan said hurriedly. "There are several good books on that 
era of history-I'll give you a list tomorrow. Now, is there anything else?" 
Susan hated herself for her brusqueness, but she felt she had to get out, 
away from the boy's eyes, as quickly as possible. 

"No ma'am," Johnny said reluctantly. "I just wondered." He looked up, 
tearing his eyes away from the woman's chest and blushed vividly as he 
realized that she had caught him looking. "Thanks. I'll see ya." 

"Johnny!" Susan called, a pang shooting through her at the boy's sudden 
embarrassment. After all, he had come to her with a legitimate question, and 
just because he was staring at her was no real reason to hustle him off so 
abruptly. He paused looking at her inquiringly, and Susan rushed on. "Maybe 
we can go into it more deeply after the quiz. I mean, if you're really 
interested, perhaps I can pick up the books for you and you can do some 
research. Maybe do a paper-this could be your fall project. That is if 
you're really interested," she finished lamely, wondering what had gotten 
into her. 

Johnny smiled again, sunshine breaking over his face. "Yeah, that'd be 
great. I gotta go. See ya." 

Susan stared after the boy's retreating figure, then shrugged. If she 
remembered correctly, Johnny was only a C student, and a low C at that. What 
had occasioned his sudden interest in English history was beyond her. She 
shook her head and glanced around the room that seemed truly empty now, then 
shivered and turned out the light, closing the door behind her. Somehow, she 
felt cold. 

Susan Thompson looked at herself in the mirror and sighed. The phone call 
she had just received was from her one suitor, who had been unavoidably 
detained and wouldn't be able to take her out. Again. Susan made a wry face, 
almost laughing at the thought of her lukewarm boyfriend, who had been 
courting her decorously since her husband died five years ago. Five years, 
and so far he had only managed to kiss her twice. 

Susan smoothed her blonde hair, considering. She wasn't a bad-looking woman, 
she decided. Of course, with her hair pulled back and her school clothes on, 
she looked the perfect picture of a school teacher, if it weren't for her 
prominent bosom, but with her hair curling softly around her bare shoulders, 
she seemed ten years younger. Certainly not on the shelf yet, she told 
herself fiercely, bending forward and looking at her flushed cheeks, feeling 
a surge of resentment against Harry, for being so decorous. 

Slowly, the blonde woman stood up, surveying herself. Her hands traveled 
over her still firm curves, sketching their abundance, assuring herself that 
she was still, indeed, the woman she had been. With a half guilty sigh, she 
slipped her bra straps off her shoulders, exposing her luscious breasts. As 
her eyes roved over the coral-tipped mounds, she knew that she was going to 
solace herself again, in the only way she could. Susan had been brought up 
to believe that touching herself was the devil's curse, and would lead to 
madness and although her educated mind rejected those teachings as false, 
the lingering guilt still remained. 

Deftly, her fingers sought out her hardening nipples, rolling them until 
they erected fully, tingles of excitement washing along her nerves as she 
caressed herself, watching in the mirror. With half closed eyes, she could 
almost pretend that they weren't her hands that massaged her aching flesh so 
skillfully, and she shuddered eagerly as she imagined a shadowy male figure 
standing behind her, his hands fondling her slowly, then roughly, bringing 
her to fever pitch. 

"OOOooo," Susan murmured, her eyes glued to the reflection of herself. She 
continued to fondle her breast with one hand, while the other slipped lower, 
sliding under the waistband of her panties and easing them over her hips, 
exposing the curly patch of blonde hair between her thighs. Trembling, she 
spread her legs and arched her hips forward, sliding her finger between her 
legs, watching her finger in fascination as it disappeared. As she touched 
herself, she groaned, as much in humiliation and guilt as in desire. 

"Wrong, wrong. Watching myself do it," Susan muttered, stroking her cunt 
lips softly, feeling the puffy flesh swell under her touch. She had 
masturbated often, but usually in the darkness, and always felt the half 
thrilling humiliation as she touched herself. But this was worse-watching 
herself do it! 

Susan shivered with lust as her finger slid into the wet recesses of her 
cunt. She was lubricating freely, her inner juices flowing, and her finger 
made a squishing noise as she probed the warm canal. The slippery flesh 
seemed to grasp at her digit, pulling it deeper inside, and she hunched down 
on it frantically, wishing it were bigger, then shot another finger inside 
herself, stretching the membranes easily. Her fingers slid back and forth in 
the slippery slot, and she sawed them back and forth, the distended lips of 
her cunt gripping for dear life. 

"MMMMM! OOOHHH! Fuck me! FUCK ME!" Susan moaned, imagining that it was a 
man's hand inside her, bringing forth the sensations that ripped through 
her. Almost panting, she envisioned the dark, hairy hand as it plowed in and 
out of her sticky pussy, opening her wide, in preparation for the moment 
when he would fuck her, would climb on top and rip her wide with his rampant 
cock! 

Susan watched herself finger-fucking her cunt, her gaze dimmed with a haze 
of lust. Her hand whipped in and out wildly now, and her hips bucked 
forward, churning as she diddled herself faster and faster, digging her hand 
deeper and deeper, until with a loud cry she began to cum, gushing pussy 
fluid onto her hand. Her insides convulsed as she pounded her fingers 
savagely into her wet flesh, striving to gain the last ounce of satisfaction 
from her masturbation. She watched herself in the mirror as her orgasm 
overwhelmed her, noting with a strange detachment as she shuddered and 
shook, how the moisture ran down her thighs, leaving slimy trails on her 
smooth skin. 

It was almost as if she watched someone else, someone who trembled and 
panted in unabated lust, her fingers closing convulsively over her breast as 
her climax hit, her mouth opening as wordless cries of longing filled the 
air. 

At last her body was still. Slowly, Susan withdrew her fingers, looking at 
them in disgust. She was ashamed, bitterly ashamed, that she had come to 
this. 

"Just a lonely old maid school teacher on Friday night," she said bitterly. 
"God. No one wants me, not even old Harry." She looked at herself in the 
mirror, laughing at her expression, then started as an unbidden picture 
flashed through her mind. A picture of Johnny Taylor, staring fixedly at her 
breasts as he stuttered out his question, his hot young gaze burning through 
to her skin. She stared at herself in the mirror, at her sex-flushed face 
and dripping body, and realized that she had been picturing the young boy 
all along-caressing her tits, sinking his fingers into her dripping twat. 
For a long moment, she allowed her mind to play with the picture, knowing 
somehow how smooth his young skin would feel as she ran her hands over him, 
how his prick would stand up, a drop of moisture quivering on the red 
tip.... 

"God! You really are a disgusting old bitch," Susan told herself, pulling 
herself back to reality. She looked around the room, at the pictures of her 
dead husband, and wondered what he would think if he could see her now and 
know what she was thinking. "Probably have you locked up. And you'll be 
locked up for being crazy if anyone ever hears you talking to yourself," she 
told her mirrored image. Hastily, Susan got up, pulling her panties over her 
pussy, and forcing her breasts back into her bra. Her son would be home 
soon, and although she had told him she was going out for the evening, she 
would have to fix supper first. She smiled, thinking of her son, her sturdy 
boy, Tim. Who was almost the same age as the boy she had been thinking of in 
lust. Susan Thompson shuddered, closing her eyes tight, erasing the sinful 
image. 

The next day, Susan determined to forget all that had happened the previous 
day. Her spirits lifted as the day wore on, for it was Friday, and she 
decided to take off for the weekend, perhaps go to the coast-anywhere to try 
and forget the depressing slump of her present life. She even toyed with the 
idea of pulling up stakes and moving to a new town and beginning again, of 
changing professions and becoming a secretary or waitress-anything for a 
change. But even as she thought this, she knew that it was impossible. She 
was securely trapped in her present existence. Susan slumped wearily at her 
desk, resting her head in her hands as she waited for her last class. 

"Are you all right, Missus Thompson?" a young voice asked. Susan opened her 
eyes and looked up, into the face of the boy who had haunted her dreams. The 
rest of the class was filing in, glancing at her briefly as they took their 
seats. 

"Yes. Certainly," Susan snapped, her tone softening as she saw the hurt look 
in the boy's eyes. "Thank you for asking, Johnny." 

"Did you get my list of books?" Johnny continued. Susan flushed, realizing 
that she had completely forgotten the request. 

"See me after class," she said briefly, forcing herself to smile 
non-committally. "All right, class, take your seats. Johnny, pass out the 
test papers." She handed the boy a stack of papers, and flinched as their 
hands brushed lightly, a blush arising in her cheeks as she recalled her 
image of the boy. He looked at her inquiringly, and she lurched to her feet 
suddenly. "When you're finished, leave the papers on the desk." Without 
another word, Susan turned and rushed from the room, leaving a bewildered 
class staring at each other. 

Susan reached the sanctuary of the restroom and sank into a chair, her heart 
pounding. She didn't know what was wrong with her-she had certainly never 
left a class on their own to take a quiz before! But somehow the knowledge 
that they would all probably cheat didn't bother her at all, not compared 
with her frantic need to get out of the room, away from the boy whose 
presence disturbed her so. 

"Lord, get hold of yourself," she admonished herself, staring at her flushed 
face in the mirror. She didn't believe that the mere touch of Johnny's hand 
had affected her this way, making her heart pound and her insides melt as 
lustful images shot through her mind. Johnny with his hands on her breasts, 
Johnny with his mouth sucking at her tit, Johnny with his little cock in his 
hand, pointing it at her waiting vagina.... 

"I'm going insane!" Susan muttered. She couldn't remember ever feeling this 
way before over anyone, especially not a child the age of her son. With a 
valiant effort, she pulled herself together, splashing cold water on her 
face, steadying her breathing until her heart began to beat normally again. 
"This is ridiculous," she told herself sternly. "Now get grip on yourself, 
old girl, and get back in there." With relief, she noticed that her 
breathing had slowed, and the deep flush had receded from her face, leaving 
her a little pale, but normal. 

The classroom was empty when Susan returned. With a shock, she realized that 
she had been gone for almost the entire hour. A stack of papers was piled 
neatly on the desk, and she regarded them uncomprehendingly, then scooped 
them up with shaking hands and began stuffing them into her briefcase, her 
only thought to get out of the building as quickly as she could. 

"Missus Thompson? Are you feeling okay now?" Johnny asked, materializing 
suddenly beside her. 

Susan stared at him wildly, wondering how he had appeared so quickly. "You 
startled me, Johnny, sneaking up on me!" she said nervously. "Yes, I'm 
fine." 

Johnny eyed the woman narrowly. She didn't sound fine. Her voice was shaking 
and she seemed to be looking everywhere in the room but at him. Johnny 
cleared his throat nervously, wondering what was wrong with her. He had 
admired Mrs. Thompson for a long time now, sneaking looks whenever he could, 
and daydreaming things about her that made him blush to remember them. And 
now, she looked even younger and more appealing, her confusion stripping the 
years away. He glanced at her quickly, his eyes straying to the prominent 
bosom that haunted his fantasies, and caught his breath. Her breasts were 
sticking out even more than usual, their lush curves rising and falling with 
her rapid breathing, and Johnny stared at them fixedly, unable to tear his 
eyes away. His pecker hardened in his jeans, and he backed away, praying she 
didn't notice. 

Susan looked at the boy, her eyes falling to the hard lump in his jeans. Her 
hands shook slightly, and she forced herself to look away. God, it's been so 
long. So long since I had a cock, she thought feverishly. She didn't know 
what had happened to her. She had never thought of herself as an especially 
highly sexed woman-her husband had even called her frigid. She knew that 
wasn't true-when she first married, and before, she had been hot as a 
pistol, although over the years, the sameness of sex had palled on her and 
she had turned to other interests. Until now. Suddenly, a vision floated 
through Susan's mind as it had before. Johnny's cock. She closed her eyes 
forcibly, knowing she had to get rid of the boy now, before she did 
something awful. 

"Well, it wasn't really the list I wanted to talk to you about," Johnny said 
slowly. He was miserably embarrassed at his reaction to his teacher's 
nearness, but he was determined to get on with it. "It's just ... I wanted 
to tell you about something. I mean, you know when I missed class last week? 
The quiz? It was my mom-she was, well, she was sick. Anyway, I just wanted 
to tell you," the boy finished in a rush. 

Susan looked at the boy in surprise, her maternal instincts taking over. Why 
he was just a child! "Oh dear. What's wrong with her, Johnny? I hope it 
isn't serious," she said quietly. 

"No ma'am, I mean it is but it isn't," Johnny said, embarrassed. "It's just 
I wanted to let you know I didn't cut class on purpose." 

Susan's mind whipped back over the boy's record, and then she remembered. 
His mother was an alchoholic. She sighed, remembering that he had missed 
quite a bit of school the year before because of that. 

"Oh dear, I understand. That's all right," Susan said, her voice filled with 
pity. She looked at the boy, wondering how she could have ever entertained 
such awful thoughts about him, when the poor boy was obviously just in need 
of understanding. She reached out and touched his shoulder, completely 
forgetting that he had been staring at her breasts with lust in his eyes and 
a hard-on in his jeans, and pulled him to her. 

Johnny gasped. He didn't believe it. His teacher was embracing him, pulling 
him against her soft bosom, patting his head. He stiffened in intense 
embarrassment, knowing that she was just trying to comfort him. He was 
vastly ashamed of himself, and he tried to pull away, but he was hypnotized 
by the softness of her breasts. He groaned, feeling his cock pulse, and 
prayed with all his heart that she wouldn't notice. 

Susan smoothed the boy's hair, thinking that it was a shame such a fine 
young man had such a dreadful home life, and pulled him close. Then she felt 
it. She gasped, all thoughts of pity fleeing her mind. He pressed into her 
hungrily, his body obeying its own impulses, and she felt his hardness press 
into her belly, throbbing against her, and she was lost. She groaned, 
looking at him hazily. "Close the door," she groaned, pushing him away from 
her. 

Johnny swallowed, standing up. He knew she had felt him against her. She 
couldn't have helped it. He gulped, knowing he'd had it now and obeyed her 
silently. 

"Come here, dear, I want to talk to you," Susan said shakily. She trembled, 
knowing that she was about to do something dreadful, but unable to stop 
herself. 

"What d-did you want to talk to me about?" Johnny asked. "I think I better 
be going home. My Mom...." 

"Oh, just things," Susan said evasively, feasting her eyes on the boy. He 
stood in front of her, his slim body defiant, his hands thrust in his 
pockets, trying to hide the bulge of his erection. Susan smiled slightly, 
feeling a thrill run through her, making her legs tremble. "You're really 
quite a handsome young man, Johnny," she said softly. "How old are you now?" 

Johnny braced himself. "Fourteen," he mumbled. 

"Really? I thought you were older," Susan murmured. She drummed her fingers 
on the desk, trying to hide the fact that she wanted to grab the boy, to 
hold him to her, to feel his hard young body against hers. She knew that if 
she hurried, he would bolt like a startled colt, and she had gone too far 
now to back down. "Do you have a girlfriend?" 

Johnny stared at his teacher. "Sure." He edged slightly closer, feeling a 
little relieved. Apparently she wasn't planning to punish him. In fact, she 
was looking at him and smiling, a funny expression on her face. 

"Don't be afraid of me, Johnny," Susan laughed. "I won't bite. I'm just 
trying to be your friend." She flushed slightly. "Come over here, dear, and 
relax." She put out her hand, laying it lightly on the boy's arm, feeling 
his startled flesh jump at her touch. "Don't you like me anymore? I thought 
yesterday you were my friend." She stroked his arm slowly, her fingers 
caressing. 

"Oh, yes. Yes, ma'am." Johnny gulped. He didn't know what to do. His 
hard-on, which had subsided for a moment, was back again in full force, 
jumping and pulsing in his jeans like it was alive, and he was positive that 
he was going to explode any minute. Especially if Mrs. Thompson kept 
stroking his arm like that! 

"Do you kiss her?" Susan asked. "I bet you do, don't you? Tell me all about 
her, Johnny. About your little girl friend." Susan's hand wandered over the 
boy's chest, lingeringly, and he shivered. 

"Missus Thompson!" Johnny said in agony. "You ... I ... please STOP!" He 
stared at the woman in supplication. 

"Why? Don't you like me to do this? I thought I was your friend," Susan said 
softly. "Don't worry about a thing-I'm not going to hurt you. You're just so 
tense, I want you to relax." 

"I don't think you oughtta," Johnny said nervously, pulling back. His head 
was swimming as he breathed in the sweet scent of his teacher's perfume. Her 
face was only inches away from his, and her breasts were touching his arm 
again. "Jeez, Missus Thompson. I better go ... " 

"We haven't finished our talk yet, Johnny," Susan pouted. "And I want to 
know all about you. It's all right, I'm your teacher, dear. I want to help 
you ... in your studies. I think you have a great future ahead of you, 
really I do. I mean, your question about Edward showed great perception." As 
she talked, Susan stroked the boy's chest and shoulders softly, feeling his 
tense muscles relax. "But if you've never been in love, or made love, you 
really can't understand how he felt. That's why I asked you about your 
girlfriend. Have you kissed her?" 

"Yeah, sure," Johnny gulped. 

"I bet she likes it, too, doesn't she? And do you play with her? You know, 
with her breasts?" 

"Sure I do!" Johnny said boldly. He had never had a grown woman ask him 
about his girlfriend, except his mother, and he knew this was different. 
"But I wouldn't give up being a king for it!" 

Susan laughed breathlessly. "I bet she likes it, though, doesn't she? Does 
she like it enough to let you do more? Touch her all over? Her ... pussy?" 
Susan almost whispered the last word, letting her hands slide down to the 
boy's hips, circling his waist. 

Johnny gulped wildly. "Yes ma'am," he whispered back. "She lets me touch her 
down there." He blushed. 

"And then does she touch you, too? Your cock? Does she play with your cock, 
Johnny?" Susan gently unbuckled Johnny's belt, sliding her finger inside the 
waistband of his jeans. The boy stared at her, his breathing ragged, his 
face almost inches away from hers. 

"Yes'm," he breathed. "Once she did." He flushed becomingly, remembering how 
the girl had pulled out his cock after he begged her to, and how he had 
spurted all over her fingers before he could help himself. She hadn't done 
it since, although he had pleaded again and again, all she would do was rub 
it through his pants. 

"Just once?" Susan asked softly. She hesitated, knowing that this was the 
moment. The moment for the irrevokable step that would change her to a 
depraved woman. For an endless time, she hesitated, her hand hovering at the 
waistband of the boy's jeans, as she fought with herself. Then her hand 
dropped, sliding the zipper down. 

Johnny gasped as his cock popped free. This was what he had fantasized about 
since the first time he saw his teacher, but he couldn't believe it was 
really happening. 

"Wouldn't you like me to do it?" Susan whispered. "Play with your cock?" She 
slid her hand down, encircling the shaft of his rigid young cock gently, 
feeling it pulse in her palm. Her other hand was pulling his jeans down, 
over his lean young hips,.and suddenly she tore her eyes from his and looked 
down, feasting her gaze. Her mouth opened and her tongue flicked out, 
wetting her dry lips as she gazed at his prick. 

"Ohhh, it's beautiful, Johnny," Susan breathed. She stared at his cock, 
hypnotized. The shaft was silken to the touch, and the head topped it 
proudly with a rosy cap, a droplet of clear fluid trembling on the tip. Just 
like in her fantasy. Susan gathered the droplet and rubbed it into the pole, 
greasing it. She could feel excitement gathering in her belly, centering 
between her legs. 

"Is that how she does it?" Susan murmured, sliding her hand up and down. 
"Like this?" She fondled his rigid shaft gently. 

Johnny groaned. He couldn't move or speak. He felt like he was paralyzed, 
all except his prick motionless. He knew that if she didn't stop, he was 
going to shoot, right away, all over her hand...."Please ... Missus 
Thompson...." 

"Don't worry, dear. Just relax and let me take care of everything," Susan 
murmured, bending forward. "Has anyone ever given you a blow job? You know, 
taken it in their mouth?" 

Johnny shook his head. He had heard about it, sure, the older guys were 
always bragging about how their girls sucked them off. But that it could 
happen to him.... 

Susan groaned as she heard her voice. Some stranger seemed to be inhabiting 
her body, making her say and do things she would never have dreamed of 
before. She had taken a man's cock in her mouth only once before, years ago, 
and she hadn't particularly enjoyed it. And her husband would have been 
horrified at the very thought! But somehow, the sight of Johnny's trembling 
prick had started a desire deep inside her, a desire to take it in her mouth 
and suck it until he spurted in her throat! Susan flushed, her hand 
motionless on the boy's cock, feeling her insides melt into a warm puddle of 
lust in anticipation. 

"Are ya going to do it?" Johnny gasped. He didn't really believe she 
would-everybody knew ladies didn't do that! Especially a lady old enough to 
be his mother! But he sure didn't want her to stop now! His balls were 
aching with the need to cum, and he didn't want to waste it in mid-air. He 
didn't know how this had all happened, but he prayed silently that she would 
keep on, forgetting his earlier fears. Maybe she'd even let him touch her-at 
the thought of touching her big breasts, Johnny shivered involuntarily. 

"Do you want me to?" Susan teased. She moved her hand slowly, and Johnny 
groaned. 

"Oh, God! Yes ma'am! Please! Please suck it!" Johnny trembled. "But-could I 
touch you? Down there? Could I touch your pussy?" The boy gasped at his 
boldness, sure that she would be mad. 

"Darling. Of course you can!!" Susan leaned back in the chair, dropping the 
boy's cock for a moment, and pulled her skirt up, high around her legs. 

Johnny hesitated, then reached out a hand cautiously, running it over the 
woman's legs. She was wearing an old-fashioned garter belt to hold up her 
stockings, and Johnny inched his hand further up her thighs, afraid at any 
moment the dream would end. Carefully, he slid his finger into the warmth 
between her thighs, slipping under the edge of her panties. He could feel 
the heat rising from her crotch, and he groaned as his finger touched the 
edge of her pussy. 

"It's all wet!" the boy gasped. He stopped a minute, staring at his hand in 
fascination. 

"Go on! Do it!" Susan whispered. "Feel my pussy! I love it! Do it, darling!" 
She slid down in the chair, opening her legs, so that his finger could slide 
in. "Try and take my panties off!" 

Johnny groaned, his trembling fingers sliding her panties down her legs, 
exposing her wet snatch. He could only get them down so far before they were 
stopped by her stockings and garters, and he looked up at her questioningly. 
But Susan was too far gone to interpret the boy's look. 

"Go on! Don't stop! Please, dear!" Johnny carefully unsnapped the garters, 
his hands fumbling, and drew her pants the rest of the way lown her legs, 
then returned to her cunt, his lingers spreading the puffy lips, sliding 
into the wet (Toove that seemed to clutch at his fingers. 

"Can I touch your tits?" Johnny asked suddenly, his fingers still working in 
her cunt. He looked up at his teacher almost humbly, his eyes glazed, then 
reached up with his free hand and slid it under her sweater, his trembling 
fingers unbuttoning her. 

"Oh, darling! Let me help," Susan crooned. Her heart was pounding as if it 
would jump out of her chest, and her breath rasped between her teeth. Little 
twinges of fire shot along her nerves as the boy fondled her cunt, and she 
shuddered, helping him unbutton her sweater, letting her massive breasts jut 
forth proudly, encased in a lace bra. 

Johnny stared in awe at Susan's breasts, then carefully reached up with both 
hands, feeling them through the lace. Then he reached behind her, fumbling 
with the bra hook, until she helped him, laughing softly. The boy caught his 
breath sharply as her breasts swung free, their firm flesh trembling 
slightly as they swung unconfined. His hands went automatically to the twin 
mounds, running over the lush contours, kneading her soft flesh, then 
finding her nipples and rubbing them until they erected in his hands. 

"Oh," Susan breathed, flames licking through her. "Oh, darling, darling 
boy." She panted as he continued to massage her breasts with one hand, his 
free hand dropping back between her legs and sliding into her sopping wet 
pussy as if it belonged there. She could feel the excitement building inside 
her, and she knew that soon she would burst into a wild orgasm. "Please, do 
it! Finger-fuck me, darling! Do it good! Finger-fuck my pussy! Make me cum, 
Johnny! Make me cum all over your hand!" Susan gasped, hearing her mouth 
utter the lewd words, but she was past caring now, past caring about 
anything but the lust raging through her body. 

Johnny felt the difference in her pussy as she approached orgasm. Her flesh 
seemed to quiver under his finger, and clutch spasmodically at it, and he 
pumped it in and out enthusiastically. He had almost forgotten his own 
aching cock in this new excitement, and her promise to take it in her mouth, 
but somehow he knew that if he made her happy first, she would be more than 
willing to do anything he wanted. He opened her wide with his fingers, 
fingering her brutally, hearing by her intense sighs and grunts of pleasure 
that he was doing it right. He shivered, imagining what it would feel like 
to put his cock into the hot, demanding hole he was fingering, to feel that 
slippery flesh clutch at his rod, and he knew that he'd get to do it soon. 

"OOOOHH! JOHNNY! DO IT! THAT'S IT!" Susan cried. Johnny's fingers had found 
the little knob of her clitoris, and, encouraged by her involuntary 
reaction, he was rubbing it between his fingers, sending waves of almost 
painful lust through her shaking body. Susan sprawled back in her chair, her 
dress around her waist, her blouse open and her breasts bare, and gave 
herself up to the pleasure that was ripping through her. 

Johnny suddenly bent down, taking one of her nipples into his mouth and 
sucking. She jumped like a scalded cat, and he sucked harder, using his 
teeth gently on the erect bud of her nipple. She was writhing in his grasp 
now, her hips bucking upwards against his hand. 

"HARDER! HARDER! DO IT! DEEPER!" Susan commanded hoarsely. "I'm gonna cum, 
cum all over your fucking HAND!" The sound of her hoarse voice excited her 
even more, and she slammed her pussy against the boy's hand, her wet flesh 
hungrily snapping at his finger. He was sucking greedily at her breast, his 
young mouth working on her nipple, and Susan arched her chest for him, 
thrusting her breast at him. He responded eagerly, his free hand scrabbling 
at her flesh, his face buried in her rich bosom, his mouth sucking eagerly. 
Susan groaned, her body quivering rhythmically as she began to climax. 

"OH, GOD! OHHHHH! I'M CUMMING!" Susan cried, forgetting that she was in her 
own schoolroom, forgetting that someone might hear, forgetting everything 
but the feelings ripping through her. Her body arched, trembling, and her 
cunt closed on Johnny's hand, clutching him in a grip of iron. 

Johnny raised his head from Susan's tit, his mouth dropping in surprise. He 
had never seen or imagined anything like this before! She was rolling and 
shaking like a madwoman, her mouth open as she cried out, her tits bouncing 
as her body snapping from side to side! Johnny held on grimly, his hand deep 
inside her convulsing cunt, her juices flowing freely over his fingers. He 
didn't believe it-her cunt was exuding a stream of creamy liquid that 
dripped over his hand and ran down her legs, and the flesh inside her was 
gripping his finger so hard he thought it would come off! He pumped his hand 
into her viciously, feeling a wild thrill of pride that he had been able to 
do this to her, to make her turn from a poised, self-confident woman to a 
mass of trembling flesh, begging for his touch! 

At last she was still. Susan opened her eyes, looking up at the boy, 
slightly embarrassed at her wanton display. She was afraid for a moment that 
she may have scared him off for good with her fevered actions, but a glance 
at his face dispeled that notion. 

Johnny was looking at her, his young face flushed, his eyes glazed. He took 
his finger out, looking at it, then looked back down at her, a slow smile 
spreading over his face. "Wow," he breathed. "You're ... you're beautiful, 
Missus Thompson." 

Susan laughed a little hysterically. "Call me Susan. OH, JOHNNY, I'M...." 

"Missus Thompson ... Susan ... do you think ... that is, could you do what 
you said before?" Johnny indicated his cock silently. It was swollen and 
red, pulsing slightly as it jutted straight out from his belly. He had 
forced himself not to explode while he was finger-fucking her, and it hadn't 
been easy! Any minute he had known he was going to cum, but somehow, he had 
held it. He hadn't wanted to waste it-that was okay for when he was alone, 
but he didn't want to screw up his first real chance. 

"You know. Could you take it in your mouth? Like you promised? It hurts!" 
Johnny looked at the woman. 

"Darling! Of course! ANYTHING! Anything you want," Susan murmured, reaching 
for the boy. "Just ask. I'll do ANYTHING!" 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Susan reached out, grasping Johnny's cock, her fingers sliding easily over 
the rigid shaft. He had lubricated freely while he was fingering her, and 
she spread the thick fluid over his dick. Excitement built in her again as 
she imagined how it would taste, and how it would feel as it slid between 
her lips. 

"Oh! Hurry, Mrs. Thompson. Susan. Please!" Johnny begged, his eyes wide. He 
clenched his fists, trembling, as she pulled him closer to her. "I can't 
stand it much more!" 

Susan licked her lips, then stuck out her tongue and tentatively touched the 
end of the boy's cock. He moaned deep in his throat, and she opened her 
mouth, taking the head of his prick between her lips. 

"OOHH! You're doing it!" Johnny moaned. His hips slammed forward 
involuntarily, sending his cock into the woman's mouth. Her lips closed over 
it automatically, and he rammed it into her throat, almost fainting at the 
feel of her mouth on his cock! It was warm, and wet inside her mouth, and he 
shuddered eagerly, looking down at her ripe lips as they nibbled at his 
shaft. 

Susan jumped as the boy slammed into her mouth, gagging as his rod hit her 
throat. This was what she remembered from her only other experience-the 
choking, gagging feeling as the hard shaft smashed into her soft palate! But 
that had been unpleasant, making her want to thrust the man away. Now she 
deliberately relaxed her throat muscles, urging' the boy to sink in full 
length! Her hands went around his butt, pulling him close to her, and she 
grunted eagerly, sucking wantonly at his stick. She was trembling with 
desire again, her still wet pussy shivering as lust built inside her. 
Greedily, she sucked hard at his cock, running her tongue voluptuously 
around the head, concentrating on the sensitive nerves under the cap. 

Johnny trembled. His entire body was on fire from the sensations that 
rippled along his veins, and he groaned as his teacher sucked him, her 
cheeks caving in with the pressure as she used her mouth like a tiny vacuum 
cleaner, exerting delicious pressure on his rampant shaft! His hips were 
moving now, his limber pelvis snapping as he drove into her mouth, his balls 
crushing against her chin with each stroke. 

"OOOH! SUCK IT! SUCK MY COCK! OOOHHH! I CANT STAND IT! I'M GONNA SHOOT!" 
Johnny moaned feverishly, reaching blindly down and grasping Susan's head, 
holding her tight against him as he fucked her mouth. He had never imagined 
anything like this-he could feel an immense pressure in his vitals as his 
tight balls lifted, ready to pour forth their load. 

Susan sucked greedily, violently eager for the taste of his sperm. She 
reached behind him, her fingers clutching at his ass, one hand sliding 
between his legs to fondle his tight balls, squeezing them gently, urging 
him to cum! Her head whirled, insane images floating through her fevered 
brain, her whole being concentrated the task of making him cum! It had only 
been a minute or so since she had begun blowing him, but it seemed like 
forever-and she wished it could go on forever! She felt his balls harden in 
her hand, and she sucked even harder at his stick, as if she could pull his 
seed from him by main force! 

"OOOH! HERE I CUM! SUCK! SUCK IT! I'M GONNA CUM DOWN YOUR THROAT! GET READY! 
OOOOHHH! NOW! I'M CUMMING! IN YOUR MOUTH!" With a wild cry of lust, Johnny 
bucked forward into his teacher's face, ramming his cock full length into 
her waiting throat. He could feel his cock jumping and spurting somewhere in 
her throat, sending his hot young sperm into her mouth. 

Susan choked as the first wad hit her throat, then swallowed lustily, 
straining forward, her mouth working as she drank his cum. She drank 
greedily, her throat muscles pressing on his shaft as she drained him dry, 
her fingers squeezing his balls unmercifully as she strove for the last 
drops. She couldn't believe how much he was cumming-it seemed to never end. 
A thick, steady stream of hot seed, pouring down her throat. She gulped, 
wishing it never would end-she felt she could drink it forever! She could 
almost feel it sliding down her throat, hitting her stomach, and she groaned 
again, her fingers clutching spasmodically at the boy's ass as a ripple of 
orgasm raced through her! 

Johnny slumped forward, his young body falling against Susan, his cock still 
spurting weakly inside her mouth. He had gushed into her mouth with a fury 
that shocked him-he had never cum like that before, not in his girl friend's 
hand, and certainly not in the confines of his room when he masturbated! 
God! He was still cumming, his cock dribbling the last vestiges of his sperm 
into the woman's mouth. And she was drinking it all in, her cheeks and lips 
working as she drained him! As the mist of lust drifted away from his eyes, 
Johnny looked down at Susan, her figure coming into focus. 

She was still glued to his cock, her head bent over him, her blonde hair in 
disarray. He could feel the softness of her tits pressing against his butt 
as she held him to her as if she'd never let him go, and she seemed to be 
trembling. In amazement, Johnny watched as the woman convulsed in orgasm, 
not as intense as the one before, but still recognizable even to his 
inexperienced eyes. She was cumming from sucking his prick! Johnny sank his 
hands in her hair, holding her close as she shuddered, her mouth still 
working on his prick. 

Finally, she drew back, letting his limp prick slide from her lips, her 
tongue flickering over her mouth, licking off the last vestiges of his cum. 
Then she smiled at him, her mouth loose. 

"Wow," Johnny breathed. "That was something. You did it, too, didn't you?" 
He leaned back against the desk, his limp cock dangling outside his jeans 
and stared at Susan, thinking he had never seen anything so beautiful in his 
life. 

Susan blushed. Somehow, it seemed awful to admit that she climaxed from 
sucking a cock! She looked down at herself, seeing her breasts hanging 
outside her blouse, her skirt up around her waist, her stockings and panties 
at her feet, and the blush deepened. Oh Lord, she thought. What have I done? 
What kind of perverted person would do this kind of thing! He's a child! She 
looked at Johnny, who was grinning at her, and pulled her sweater together, 
suddenly embarrassed. 

Johnny looked at her, his grin fading. He didn't know what was wrong, but 
something sure was! One minute, she had been lying back in her chair, an 
expression of contentment on her face, the next, she was sitting straight 
up, pulling her clothes together, a frown crossing her forehead. 

"Missus Thompson? I mean, Susan? Are you okay? Did I do something wrong?" 
Johnny asked anxiously. 

"Oh ... no, dear." Susan looked around wildly, suddenly aware that all this 
had taken place in her schoolroom-and anyone could have come in. The door 
was locked-but the janitor had a key, and so did the principal, and several 
others she could mention. She shuddered, remembering her uninhibited cries 
of lust as Johnny had made her cum, and his scream of triumph as he had shot 
into her throat. If someone had heard, and come to investigate.... 

Johnny shuffled nervously, stuffing his cock inside his pants. All his 
earlier fears returned, but he thrust them down. Hell, she wasn't going to 
go cold on him now! Johnny zipped up his jeans casually, seeing the way her 
eyes followed his movements, and relaxed slightly. 

"Johnny. I don't know what came over me," Susan began nervously. 

"It'll be okay, won't it?" Johnny said, looking at her. 

"God. I hope so, darling," Susan said softly. "But you must never tell 
anyone. You have to promise me." She stared at the boy, trying to be firm. 

"Oh, no. I won't tell," Johnny said, relaxing visibly. "Wow, I'd hafta be 
crazy! Why would I tell?" He laughed slightly, seeming very young for a 
moment, but his eyes filled with new knowledge. "If I told, they wouldn't 
let us do it any more, would they?" He emphasized 'they', including the 
whole world outside, and Susan looked at him doubtfully. She knew what boys 
were like, always having to brag to their friends. 

"I mean it, Johnny. Nobody must know I did this." 

"I said I wouldn't tell," Johnny said, slightly peeved. "And I won't. We're 
going to have fun, aren't we? And it'll be a secret." 

Susan closed her eyes briefly, realizing that she had set herself on a 
course of action that brooked no turning back. Johnny obviously expected 
this to happen again-and all she could do is hope that he'd keep his 
promise. Because if he didn't, the consequences were too dreadful to 
contemplate. 

"Yes, dear. We'll have fun," Susan said, her voice dull, as all the problems 
to be surmounted came to her. But, she realized that she didn't want it to 
not have happened. For the first time in years, she felt alive. 

Susan woke up late the next morning. It was Saturday, and there was no 
school. She had gone to bed early the night before, after staggering home 
from school and somehow fixing supper for her son, brushing aside his 
questioning looks. Susan got up, and pulled her robe around her. She hadn't 
felt this way in years-eager for what the day might bring. She blushed 
slightly as she realized what she was thinking of, and sobered with an 
effort, telling herself that she would have to find a way to put a stop to 
her 'affair'. 

"When I see him Monday,. I'll just tell him it's no good," she decided 
firmly. "This is ridiculous-a woman my age. And a child. I must have been 
crazy." Susan peered in the mirror, absently nothing the color in her cheeks 
and the bright sparkle in her eyes. "I'll just have to do something-I don't 
know what yet, but something. Move, get a new job ... but I can't allow this 
to continue." 

Filled with resolution, Susan went downstairs to the kitchen, putting on a 
pot of coffee. There was a note taped to the refrigerator-her son had 
apparently gone out for the day. Susan read the note slowly, aware of a 
feeling of relief that she wouldn't have to face her son again. He had 
suspected something last night, that was for sure, and Susan didn't really 
feel up to thinking up an explanation for her behavior. Probably he would 
have forgotten about it by tonight. She blushed vividly, remembering how she 
had staggered home, her body glowing with the unaccustomed experiences, and 
how she had fumbled with supper, her mind obviously a thousand miles away. 

"I've just got to get hold of myself. If Tim ever found out-or anybody. God, 
I'd be put away." Susan emptied her cup in the sink and turned to go 
upstairs, deciding to get dressed and go out, to try and forget. 

As she went through the hall, the doorbell rang. "Now who on earth?" Susan 
muttered, pulling her robe tightly around her. "Just a minute." Holding her 
robe closed, Susan opened the door. 

It was Johnny. Susan stared at him in utter amazement. "Uh ... Tim isn't 
home," she stuttered. 

"Good," Johnny said matter-of-factly. "You don't think I want to see him, do 
you? Can I come in?" 

Susan peered at him, blinked, and made as if to shut the door. Johnny's face 
fell, and she relented, opening the door a few inches. "What do you want?" 
she hissed, her eyes darting up and down the street. 

Johnny stared at her. "What do you think?" he asked reasonably, his 
excitement making his voice cocky. "I wanted to see you! Let me in, Missus 
Thompson. I just couldn't wait until Monday to talk to you. It's important." 

Susan sighed, opening the door and letting the boy in. She couldn't stand on 
her doorstep arguing with him, and it was probably better this way. She 
could talk to him now, get it all over with. "Yes, dear, I'm glad you came 
over. Really. We have to have a little talk. I was going to tell you Monday, 
but now is as good a time as any." Susan faced the boy, her voice earnest. 
"We have to put an end to this now, dear, before any more damage is done. 
It's impossible. And anyhow, it's wrong." 

"Gee, Missus Thompson," Johnny said. "I thought ... that is, you said we'd 
have fun. You promised. And I thought you wanted to do it some more, too. 
Didn't you like it?" 

"Yes, of course. I mean, no. That isn't the point. It's over, Johnny. You 
have to pretend it never happened," Susan said firmly. "I was wrong, and I 
want you to try and forgive me, but you must understand that nothing like 
that can ever happen again." 

"But you promised," Johnny said doggedly. "Wow, I've been thinking about it 
all night. I couldn't even go to sleep thinking about it. You said we'd do 
it some more. Wow, Missus Thompson, I didn't even get to put it in you! I've 
been dreaming about it. You can't say no. Please! Gee, I'm hard already." He 
stared at the woman beseechingly. "Here! Feel how hard it is!" 

Susan flinched as the boy reached for her and pulled away, her heart beating 
wildly as a stab of desire pulsed through her. Just this once more. It won't 
hurt, an inner voice told her. Go on, touch him. 

"NO! I mean it, Johnny. Don't! It's wrong, and it has got to stop," Susan 
said, her voice shaking. She stepped back, but Johnny quickly grasped her 
about the waist, pressing his young body boldly against hers. She groaned as 
she felt the hard bulge of his penis. 

"Please, please," Johnny begged. "It hurts, Missus Thompson. Please do 
something. I can't stand it." As he talked, he fumbled with her robe, 
snaking his hands inside, closing them over her breasts, fondling her firm 
mounds until she moaned, her body moving against the boy. His hands were 
inside her robe, pulling her nightgown down over her tits, and she shuddered 
as he bent his head and began to suckle. 

"God. Not here. Tim ... Tim could come home ... Oh God. Please, Johnny, 
dear, please ... wait a minute," Susan gasped, feeling her resistance 
disappear. She pushed the boy's head aside, and he looked at her trustingly, 
knowing that she wouldn't refuse him now. She was too far gone, and he 
recognized the signs of her lust easily. 

"Upstairs," Susan muttered tersely. She pulled the boy's hands from her, 
leading him to her room. She was trembling from the sudden onslaught of 
lust, her knees weak as they mounted the stairs. "But this is the last time, 
Johnny. I mean it." She pulled him faster, wildly eager for whatever might 
happen. 

"Yes'm. The last time," Johnny agreed, willing to agree to anything that 
would get him inside her cunt. He had dreamed about it all night, 
remembering how it had felt under his fingers. "Anything you say." 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Susan closed her bedroom door behind Johnny. There was no lock, but she knew 
that a lock would have been useless anyhow. If Tim came home early, she 
could only hope she would hear him before he came upstairs. For then all 
would be lost. But somehow, at the moment, Susan didn't care that much. Not 
with Johnny standing in front of her, his young cock hard in his jeans. 

"All right, dear, let's get comfortable, shall we?" Susan said, reaching out 
for the boy. He trembled at her touch and flung his arms around her, his 
hands moving frantically over her body as if he were afraid she'd disappear. 

"Oh ... I was so afraid I'd dreamed it," he confessed, laughing slightly. 
"Wow, this is the most fantastic thing that's ever happened to me in my 
whole life." 

"Sssshhh, don't talk," Susan said softly. She slid the boy's jeans down his 
legs, letting his cock jump free, and gasped as the now familiar pang of 
lust shot through her. "Would you like me to suck it again, dear?" 

"No! I want to put it in!" Johnny said boldly. "Can I? Can I put it in your 
... pussy?" He had opened her robe and was fondling her massive tits 
greedily, his fingers clenching on the ripe flesh, and he let one hand drop, 
sliding between her legs. She was wet, and his finger slid in easily, 
shooting up inside her vagina. 

Susan groaned, her knees buckling as the boy fingered her soppy cunt. Flames 
were licking along her nerves, and her insides seemed to puddle into a mass 
of sex starved flesh. "Come ... over to the bed," she managed to gasp, 
staggering on rubbery legs to her bed and throwing herself down on it. 

Johnny stared at her wordlessly for a moment, his cock hardening visibly as 
he feasted his eyes on her luscious body, spread eagled among the disordered 
sheets. Then, with a wordless cry, he flung himself down beside her, his 
hands running wildly over her body. Susan spread her legs further apart as 
he thrust his hand into her dripping pussy, and smiled up at him. 

"Do it, Johnny. Fuck me. Put your prick in my cunt and fuck me," she 
commanded in a whisper. Johnny knelt between her legs, holding his cock in 
his hands. 

"I've never done it before," he confessed, nervous now that the moment had 
arrived. "Would you ... help me?" 

"Darling. Of course," Susan murmured, reaching down and grasping the boy's 
cock. "Just put it right in-right where your finger was," she instructed, 
fitting the head of his dick to her gaping hole. "And push it in ... " 

"Oh ... it's so hot! I can feel it!" Johnny moaned, pressing forward. His 
prick slid easily into the older woman's slick hole, slicing into the wet 
flesh like a hot knife slicing cheese! Her cunt closed around him as he 
entered, gripping his shaft with a thousand tiny fingers, and he groaned, 
feeling like he was about to shoot right then! With a tremendous effort, he 
held back, knowing somehow that he had to make her happy first-then she'd 
let him do it again! And again! Johnny knew instinctively that no matter 
what she had said, she would let him do it to her, any time he wanted, as 
long as he made her cum, too. With a stifled cry, the boy slid into the 
woman's swampy pussy hole, his prick engulfed in her slick flesh. 

"Ooooo, that's it!" Susan murmured. She sighed deeply as the boy entered 
her, and her hips lifted to receive him, to pull him in deeper! She 
shuddered, waves of heat breaking over her. "Now fuck me! In and out! Fuck 
me, Johnny! Give it to me! 

Johnny thrust his penis in and out of the steaming hole in short quick jabs, 
shuddering as the heat from her excited cunt washed over his cock in waves. 
He settled his weight on his knees, grasping her breasts for support, and 
began to thrust strongly into her with all the strength he could summon, 
relishing the way she rolled under him, her hips following his movements, 
picking up his rhythm easily. 

"OH YES! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! YOU'RE ALL THE WAY IN NOW! FUCK ME! HARDER!" 
Susan yelled, all caution forgotten as the boy slammed into her aching twat, 
filling her emptiness with his hard shaft. She wrapped her long legs around 
him, her hips writhing crazily under his onslaught, twisting and humping as 
she sought to pull him in deeper yet! She could feel his balls crushing 
against her upraised ass, and she shuddered under his strokes, her body 
moving with his in perfect unison. 

"Oh! Missus Thompson! You've got the best pussy in the world! IT'S SO HOT! 
HOT CUNT! HOT AND WET!" Johnny cried frantically as he pumped into her cunt. 
He could feel her muscles gripping his prick, just as he had imagined, and 
he was almost out of his mind with the wild sensations the pressure evoked! 

"FUCK MEEEEE! Screw my pussy!" Susan commanded, her voice rising in lust as 
her body reacted to Johnny's onslaught. She could hardly believe how well he 
was fucking her-he was stroking her twat in long slow strokes until she 
thought she'd go insane with wanting, and she pounded her heels on his legs, 
urging him to let go. 

"FASTER! HARDER! FUCK ME! REALLY FUCK MEEEEEE!" Susan yelled, raking her 
fingers down the boy's sweating back, her hands clenching on his ass, then 
sliding between his legs, searching for his ass hole. She wanted him to 
move! To fuck her as hard and fast as he could, to fill the aching void 
inside her! 

Johnny was grimly holding on to his teacher's bucking body, sure that he 
would be dislodged with each grind of her hips! But somehow, he held on, his 
hips slamming rhythmically into hers, his cock zipping in and out of her 
hole. He heard her voice begging him, pleading with him to go faster, and he 
smiled a little, relishing the moment. And then her finger found his 
asshole, and a flash of pure fire shot through him, making him lose control 
completely. 

"AAAGGH! OOOHHHH! I CAN'T STAND IT! OOOHH! FUCK! I'M FUCKING YOUR CUNT! I'M 
GONNA CUM! IN YOUR PUSSY! AAAGGH!" Johnny began pounding furiously into the 
woman, all restraint forgotten, his balls swelling and lifting as her finger 
probed his asshole. 

"DO IT! CUM IN ME! I WANT IT! DO IT!" Susan cried, her cunt beginning to 
vibrate with the first tremors of orgasm. "MORE! HARDER! FUCK ME! DEEPER!" 

Johnny didn't see how he could fuck her any harder, but he tried, his lithe 
hips smashing back and forth like pistons, his cock slicing into her wet 
membranes. He could feel her insides quivering around his shaft, and her 
cunt seemed to be massaging his prick with a thousand tiny fingers, urging 
him to let go, to shoot his wad! 

"AAGGH! HERE FT COMES! I'M CUMMING! NOW! NOW! I'M CUMMINGGGGG!" Johnny 
cried, smashing into the woman, his hands digging cruelly into her tits. He 
gave a series of short quick jabs, then thrust one last time, his balls 
lifting and spurting forth a stream of hot fluid, rushing down the tube of 
his cock to burst into her waiting twat! It was so hot, it seemed to burn as 
it sped along the vein in his cock, and the boy groaned with pleasure-pain 
as he erupted. 

Susan groaned with wanton lust as she felt the first burst of the boy's 
sperm inside her, filling her cunt with hot cream, and her own orgasm ripped 
through her, triggered by the wet wash of his semen. 

"OOOH! I CAN FEEL IT! HOT! HOT FUCKING SPERM! IN MY CUNT! IT'S SO HOT! 
OOOHHH! FUCK! FUCK ME! CUM! I'M CUMMING! OOOHHH!" Susan's eyes filmed over, 
a red mist obscuring her vision and a dozen colored lights going off behind 
her closed eyelids as her climax slammed through her, making her body 
convulse and churn under the boy's spurting cock. Her body arched in a bow 
and she surrendered entirely to the feelings ripping through her, her body 
flopping and quivering on the bed like a landed fish, impaled on the spear 
of the boy's cock. 

Johnny didn't believe it! He was still cumming, his cock buried deep in his 
teacher's pussy, her muscles holding him in a grip of iron, milking him, 
draining the last bits of semen from his balls. 

Johnny slumped forward, falling onto Susan's body, crushing against her. His 
breath was coming in ragged puffs, and she could feel the wild beating of 
his heart against hers. The woman softly stroked his trembling body, 
quieting him. Then he raised his head and rolled off of her, his cock 
sliding from her cunt, trailing a string of semen. 

"Oh, boy. I didn't think I'd ever stop," Johnny confessed breathlessly. 
"Wow, I know how that old king felt now. That was really something, Missus 
Thompson." 

"Please, Johnny!" Susan laughed. "Call me Susan when we're alone!" She 
gasped, her laugh stopping in her throat as she realized what she was 
saying. She had accepted their affair as a fact now. Johnny opened his eyes, 
looking at the lovely disheveled woman next to him, and smiled confidently. 

"Okay, Susan. When we're alone," he said matter-of-factly, a gleam of 
triumph in his brown eyes. He reached over and touched her breast, squeezing 
the flesh consideringly. "I really made you cum, didn't I?" 

Susan stifled a laugh at the proud note in the boy's voice, and replied 
tenderly. "Yes, dear. It was wonderful for me. You're a good fucker." She 
blushed becomingly, hearing her voice as she talked casually to the young 
boy who was now indisputedly her lover. 

"You know what I'd like?" Johnny asked, massaging her tit, his fingers 
rubbing the erect nipple. 

"What's that, dear?" Susan said, beginning to shiver as the boy fondled her 
breast. She couldn't believe it, but her body was reacting already to his 
touch, her cunt twitching with fresh desire. She snuggled over next to him, 
running a hand down his side and touching his cock casually. It was still 
soft, and she circled it lightly with her fingers, playing with it gently. 
It began to stiffen in her hand, and she repressed a noise of triumph. 

Johnny turned on his side, leaning down to kiss the woman's breast. His cock 
was hardening in her hand, and he trembled. "Wow, you've sure got big tits," 
he murmured approvingly. "Just like pillows." He began sucking at her nipple 
again, squirming as she played with his penis. 

"What would you like, dear?" Susan prodded softly. "Would you like me to 
suck it again? Or would you like...." 

"Yeah! I'd like that!" Johnny said enthusiastically, raising his head. 
"That's really something, when you do that!" He scrambled up, his semi-erect 
cock jutting from his belly. 

"Okay, dear. I'll suck it," Susan said softly. "I'll let you cum in my 
mouth, and I'll eat your cum. And I want you to do it to me, too, while I'm 
doing you." She regarded him under her lashes. 

Johnny looked at her. "Oh, you mean you want me to kiss you down there? 
Well, okay I guess." He looked at her doubtfully, but decided he was game 
for anything that would keep her interested. He'd heard about guys eating 
girls too, but it seemed kind of gross to him. But if they liked it, and let 
you do whatever you wanted to them in return.... 

"Yes, dear. I want you to eat my pussy. I'd really like that," Susan said 
craftily. "You'll like it too. All boys like it." She laughed a little to 
herself, remembering her husband, who had absolutely refused for ten years 
to do anything to her but fuck her in the 'missionary position.' No one had 
ever done it to her before, and she wasn't about to miss out on this 
opportunity. Johnny could hardly think any worse of her, no matter what she 
did, so she decided she might as well do anything she wanted. 

"Okay, I'll do it. Sure. Anything," Johnny said hurriedly. His prick was 
quite hard now, and throbbing painfully with the need to bury itself in an 
available opening. 

"Just get on top of me, dear. Only backwards." Susan smiled 
self-consciously, then pushed all doubts aside. "Hurry up, Johnny. Get on me 
and put your cock in my mouth. And then, eat my pussy ... Eat it all out! 
It's all hot and juicy, darling. You'll love it." 

Johnny had his doubts, but he followed his teacher's instructions, 
clambering on top of her, his butt towards her face, his face at her crotch. 
He peered down at her cunt-he had never seen it close up before! He had been 
too eager the other times to just sink in to observe it clearly, and now he 
took a moment to feast his eyes on her open twat. 

"Wow, it's all wet, really it is! There's all this white stuff down there 
too," the boy said, tracing the outline of the pink lips, then opening them 
and peering into the red lined hole. 

"That's your cum," Susan said tersely. "Go on, clean it out. With your 
tongue. Stick your tongue in the hole and clean it out, Johnny. And then 
suck...." She stuck her own tongue out, circling the head of his cock 
delicately as if in demonstration of the joys that awaited him. 

Johnny hesitated. He didn't know whether he wanted to taste his own cum or 
not! But at the touch of Susan's lips on his cock, he thrust down his doubts 
and snaked out his own tongue, licking over the whole surface of Susan's 
cunt, tickling her gently with the rasp of his tongue. She shivered and 
moved her pelvis upwards, presenting herself to his mouth, and Johnny 
plunged in, ramming his tongue down into the gaping hole, lapping up the 
remnants of his own sperm! 

Susan groaned as the boy began licking her. She hadn't really thought he'd 
do it, but once he had taken the plunge, he seemed to have no second 
thoughts! He was busily lapping now, his tongue darting furiously into her 
vagina, and she thrust herself upwards, smashing her cunt into his mouth. 

"OH, YES! DO IT! EAT MY CUNT!" Susan cried encouragingly. "That's the way, 
darling! Eat it all out! I LOVE IT!" She squirmed langurously under his 
mouth, and turned her attention to his cock, which was stabbing at her lips. 
Opening them, she took it in, relaxing her throat so that it slid all the 
way in, his balls crushing against her chin as she gobbled eagerly at his 
rigid shaft. With one hand, she began to massage his balls gently, stirring 
them in their sac, and the boy grunted deep in his throat, redoubling his 
efforts on her pussy. 

Johnny decided he didn't mind what he was doing. Not at all! The taste of 
his seed, mingled with the fresh juices flowing from Susan's pussy, tingled 
excitingly on his taste buds, and he sucked at the flowing hole, eager for 
more! Her pussy seemed to quiver like Jello under his tongue, and he probed 
gently at the slick pulsing walls, hearing her moan as he hit a sensitive 
place. As his tongue swept up and down the long groove, he found the 
protruding nub of her clitoris, and she bucked as he touched it! Encouraged 
by this response, Johnny clamped his lips onto the button like projection 
and sucked strongly, rewarded by Susan's immediate thrashing and a fresh 
innundation of fluid from her cunt. 

Susan shuddered as the boy began to suck her clit, and waves of passion 
swept her! Her entire body quivered, her insides knotting into spasmodic 
tension as the boy's tongue plunged again and again into her brimming hole, 
fucking her with his tongue! She was on fire now, a fierce tide of heat 
sweeping through her, making her thrash and moan as climax began to loom 
tantalizingly near! She sucked wildly at the boy's cock, her hands 
scrabbling frantically at his balls, and he began to pump into her throat, 
his lithe hips pounding up and down as he fucked her mouth as if it were a 
cunt! 

Johnny clamped his mouth over her entire vulva and drew it in, sucking 
eagerly, greedy for the taste of pussy! He could taste the hot musk of her 
secretions as they filled his mouth, and he swallowed the slimy fluids, 
sucking her dry as fast as he could! As fast as he sucked, she exuded more, 
a never ending river of pussy juice, flowing into his mouth and down his 
throat! She was churning as she smashed upwards into his face, grinding her 
cunt into his mouth! He shaped his tongue into a hard cone and stabbed into 
her quivering flesh, making her moan and writhe beneath him. 

Susan convulsed as the boy's tongue shot into her dripping snatch, her body 
throbbing as electric thrills raced through her! She was on fire in every 
pore, the sensations building through her until she felt she could scream 
with lust! But her mouth was full of hard cock, and her moans were muffled 
with the rigid shaft that pumped remorselessly into her face. She sucked 
furiously, willing the boy to cum, to fill her mouth with his semen, and her 
fingers roamed over his tense ass, clenching and unclenching on his sweaty 
skin, probing for his asshole. As she found it and shot a finger inside, 
Johnny shuddered, pumping harder and faster into her. 

Johnny was on the verge of orgasm himself. He could smell the reek of her 
sex in his nostrils as he dove again and again into her steamy pussy, and he 
groaned low in his throat as she convulsed under his tongue. His cock was on 
fire, and it felt huge, like it was about to burst into a million pieces! 
Desperately, he pounded on towards climax, his muscles shuddering as his 
body took over completely, his cock swelling even larger, pressing into the 
soft insides of her throat. His hips beat a rapid tattoo of jabs into her 
mouth, and then he was cumming, his laden balls releasing a flood of sticky 
semen into her mouth, shooting down her throat. 

Susan swallowed, choked, swallowed again as the heavy flood of boy cum 
struck her throat. Her own orgasm was still fluttering in the base of her 
stomach, and without warning another wave struck her, making her scream 
silently into the stream of semen, her body twisting and shaking as her 
insides puddled into a pool of hot flesh, melting and burning with lust. 

At last, both were still, Johnny with his head pillowed between Susan's 
thighs, Susan with Johnny's cock still between her lips. With a satisfied 
sigh, the boy raised up and slid off of her, scrambling up next to her. 

"Here, darling, kiss me. I want to taste my cum on your lips, and you can 
taste yours," Susan murmured, drawing the boy to her, their mouths meeting 
in an open mouthed kiss. Johnny shivered at the pure lustfullness of the 
idea-tasting his own cum on the woman's lips, but he embraced her lustfully, 
slurping thirstily at her tongue. 

"Wow, that was neat," Johnny confided, drawing away. "I never thought I'd do 
that! But it was great-you taste real good. Kinda fishy and salty." He 
smiled, licking his lips, and Susan's heart lurched as she realized again 
what she had done. And would probably continue doing. 

Susan rubbed the boy's head affectionately, drifting off into a light 
slumber. Her body felt relaxed and fulfilled-for the first time in years. 
She sighed, realizing that she couldn't possibly give him up. After only 
these two meetings, she knew that her lust had mounted, and life without a 
man seemed unendurable. But he's not a man-he's a child. A child you are 
corrupting, she thought to herself. Even as she admonished herself, she knew 
that she would never give him up. As long as he wanted her, he could have 
her. Anywhere, any time. 

Suddenly, Susan woke up with a start, sitting straight up. "Oh, Lord. 
Johnny! Wake up! You've gotta get out of here!" she hissed tensely, shaking 
the boy's naked shoulder. 

"Wha ... what's wrong! Where am I? Oh ... Missus ... I mean Susan. You wanta 
do it again?" He smiled sleepily, reaching for her, but Susan shook his hand 
away. 

"Wake up! WAKE UP! It's three-thirty in the afternoon! God, Johnny, you've 
gotta get out of here! Tim might come home!" Susan shook the boy 
frantically, visions of her son walking in on them flooding through her mind 
again. She had forgotten about that during the ecstasy of sex and the 
following peace, but her fears flooded back now in full force. 

"Oh ... okay, okay! I'm getting up! OKAY! Jeez, you weren't worried before," 
Johnny said resentfully, shaken out of a sound sleep filled with dreams of 
fucking every woman in town. He staggered out of bed, rubbing his eyes. 

"Get dressed. Hurry, Johnny, I'm not kidding. You've got to get out of here 
before Tim comes home." Susan jumped out of bed, picking Johnny's jeans up 
off the floor and throwing them to him. 

Johnny scrambled into his jeans, still grumbling. "When can I come over 
again? Tonight?" 

Susan stared at him, unbelieving. "Tonight? 

Lord, Johnny, you are something! Ready for more already?" She laughed 
slightly, interest brightening her eyes. "But ... no. Not here. Look, I'll 
pick you up or something, tomorrow. Not tonight." 

"Okay, but I hafta go to church. Maybe I can meet you somewhere, say after 
lunch." Johnny finished dressing, and stared at Susan appraisingly, his eyes 
going over her figure. "Wow, you're really a beautiful lady. I mean, 
really." 

Susan blushed, flustered by the compliment. "Okay, I'll meet you over by the 
school, about two. I don't know where we'll go, though." 

"Leave it to me," Johnny bragged. "I know lots of good places. I'll take 
care of everything." 

"Okay, dear. But hurry up. If anyone finds out, it's all over. So remember, 
it's a secret, right?" Susan looked at him. 

"Sure. A secret," Johnny agreed amiably. "Hey, do you think I could fuck 
your tits? I thought of that before...." 

Susan stared at the boy in amazement, wondering where he had gotten that 
idea! Apparently, he was going to be full of surprises! 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

"Hi, Susan," Johnny said, sliding into the car. "How's it been?" He slid 
next to her, placing a hand on her knee boldly. 

"Watch that, Johnny. Not now," Susan gasped, pulling the car away from the 
curb. "What if someone...." 

"Oh, Jeez, nobody's gonna see us," Johnny grumbled, but he took his hand 
away, sinking into the corner of the seat and regarding Susan brightly. 

"Where to?" Susan said, looking around her nervously. The streets were 
deserted, but she had an insane feeling that everyone in town knew what she 
was doing, and that any minute a squadron of police cars would bear down on 
them. She looked at the boy unhappily, aware that her indiscretions were 
beginning to cause her a lot of new problems. 

"Oh, let's go to the beach," Johnny said offhandedly. "I know a great place. 
Nobody ever goes there." 

"All right, if you're sure," Susan said. She stole a glance at the boy, 
amazed to find that her heart gave a thump as she gazed at him, her glance 
focusing between his legs. She shivered, returning her mind to her driving. 
Johnny directed her to the far end of the beach, down a side road that 
looked like it hadn't been used in twenty years. 

"Lord, how'd you find this?" Susan asked, looking around. 

"Oh, some guys and I come here every so often," Johnny said, opening the car 
door. 

"Nobody'll come here today, will they?" Susan asked again. 

"No. I said it's okay, didn't I? Look, you wanta forget about the whole 
thing?" Johnny regarded the woman coolly, sure of his power over her. Susan 
shook her head numbly, knowing that she was caught. Already her pussy was 
burning and twitching, remembering the joys of the day before and eager for 
more, despite the consequences. She got out of the car and looked around, 
laughing a little in embarrassment as Johnny continued to stare at her, his 
eyes undressing her. 

"You got a blanket?" Johnny asked. Susan shook her head again, amazed at the 
boy's new found self confidence. He shrugged and walked over to her, 
grinning into her face. 

"We'll just have to make do," Susan said coolly, striving to regain control. 
She knew that she had to take the lead and keep it, or she would be truly 
lost. A horrifying vision of her begging the boy on her knees flashed into 
her mind, and she reached out for him blindly, running her hands over his 
shoulders, then pulling him to her. 

"Wow, I've been waiting all day," Johnny mumbled, his hands running over her 
ass, creeping up under her skirt. "I thought about it all last night. Ohhh, 
that's so good." He was caressing her rear now, his hands moving between her 
legs, and Susan trembled in his grasp. 

"Wait ... wait a minute, dear," Susan gasped. "We better get back in the car 
... in case anyone comes. Besides, I'll get all sandy!" She pulled the boy 
back into the car, lying back in the seat, and he slid in beside her, 
pulling her skirt high around her waist. 

"Wow, you didn't wear any panties," Johnny breathed as his fingers sank into 
her bare flesh. "And you're wet already. Oh, wow!" He stuck his forefinger 
up inside her, and Susan groaned, hunching down on it. 

"Take your cock out! Hurry! Stick me with it! Don't bother to get 
undressed-just hurry! I can't wait!" the blonde woman groaned, opening her 
thighs wide. The familiar burning sensation was spreading through her belly, 
making her weak with desire, and she reached for the boy hurriedly, opening 
his jeans and pulling out his cock as if she were starving. 

Johnny didn't see any sense in waiting either! He had been ready to fuck all 
day, and he scrambled on top of her, opening her legs wide and settling 
between them, his cock poised at the opening to her cunt. He shuddered with 
anticipation, knowing how it would feel going in, how it would slice through 
her wet hot flesh! 

"Okay, here it comes! I'm gonna fuck you until you scream!" Johnny promised, 
the lewd words slipping easily through his lips. He held her open with one 
hand and thrust into her open cunt, his prick ramming into the soppy marsh 
of her cunt. "Oh WOW! Hot as shit! HOT CUNT! FUCK ME! FUCK ME GOOOOD!" 

Susan raised her hips eagerly, accepting the boy's thrust without 
hesitation, all worries dispeled by the feel of his cock. She embraced him 
tightly, pulling him to her, her mouth seeking his, and small mewls and 
groans of lust escaped her lips. Susan no longer cared who he was, or where 
they were-all had faded into oblivion beside the thrusting action of his 
prick. Her head spun as his cock sliced into her twat, sending electric 
thrills racing along her nerves. 

"OH! GIVE IT TO ME! FUCK ME WITH YOUR COCK! DON'T STOP! DON'T EVER STOP! I 
LOVE IT!" Susan moaned frantically, wrapping her legs around the boy's 
flailing ass and slamming her cunt up to his strokes, settling easily into 
his rhythm. 

Johnny stroked steadily into the blonde woman's cunt. It felt better than 
the time before-he wondered if it would get better every time! If it did, he 
was sure that he would die from the pleasure. He grunted like an animal, 
plowing into the tight hot vise of her cunt, that gripped him in a grip of 
steel, squeezing his prick until he thought he'd cum on the spot! It was 
like fucking an iron hand that clutched at his shaft, concealed in a velvet 
glove, a velvet glove that quivered like jelly with the tremors that were 
racing through her twat. 

"Oh, fuck! It's like alive! Your cunt's ALIVE! FUCK MEEEEE! Move that ass! 
OOOHHH! FUCK!" Johnny cried enthusiastically, pumping in and out, feeling 
the sucking action of her cunt with each stroke. 

Susan's hips churned wildly against the boy's hard shaft, swallowing it deep 
inside her. She could feel it battering deep inside her slippery cunt, 
smashing into the slick walls. She rotated her ass, screwing herself onto 
his cock, presenting her pussy to his cock with each roll of her hips, and 
he thrust unerringly into the target, his cock parting her sticky membranes 
like a sword. 

"Fuck me harder! Harder! I LOVE IT! MORE! DEEPERRRRR!" Susan yelled, opening 
herself even wider, bringing her legs up over the boy's shoulders for 
maximum penetration. Her pussy was on fire, pulsing and clutching at 
Johnny's cock like a live thing, intent on satisfying the burning lust that 
was sweeping through her entire body. A dull roar reverberated in Susan's 
ears and she cried out in near agony, her entire being concentrated on the 
demanding place between her legs. 

"I'M CUMMING! FUCK ME HARD! I'M CUMMMMINNGGGG!" Susan yelled, her body 
beginning the quiver as her insides dissolved into a hot pool of sex 
liquids, her cunt convulsing around the boy's cock. She shut her eyes tight, 
her face screwing up into a grimace as the spasms hit her, ripping through 
her body, making her flail and buck against the boy's lithe young body, her 
cunt brimming with fluids from deep inside her womb. 

Johnny didn't need her cry to tell him when she came! He could feel the 
extra wave of heat from her pussy, searing his cock, and the spasmodic 
tremors that shot through her, making her pussy grip his cock even harder! 
He plunged grimly on, his own orgasm bubbling in his vitals, almost painful 
in its intensity. 

"Hold on, baby, 'cause I'm gonna shoot! Yeah! Shoot in your cunt!" Johnny 
moaned as he felt his balls lift and tighten, presaging orgasm, and pounded 
furiously into the woman's soppy cunt, driving wildly towards climax! Her 
cunt was so wet that he felt like he was fucking in a hot bath, a hot bath 
that clutched at his cock, pulling, sucking, draining the fluid up from his 
balls! With a final cry, almost of despair, Johnny thrust once more into the 
hot cunt, his balls exploding, sending a column of red hot semen into the 
recesses of her vagina, splattering against the slick walls of her canal in 
great gobbets of thick cream. 

As Susan felt the hot flood of semen hit her insides, she convulsed again, 
her body shuddering into another climax, no less intense than the first! She 
screamed wildly, clutching the boy to her, her hips pumping wildly against 
his spurting cock, draining the last drops of seed from his balls. 

"MORE! MORE COCK! I'M CUMMING AGAIN! I CAN'T STOP! OH GOD! don't STOP! MORE! 
MORE!" Susan gripped frantically at the boy, trying to hold his dick inside 
her spasming pussy, trying to gain the last ounce of satisfaction from his 
softening prick before it slipped out. 

But Johnny was done. He pulled out, his cock almost sore from the terrific 
pressure on it, and looked down at Susan admiringly. She was still writhing 
on the seat, her head moving from side to side, her eyes glazed. 

"Wow, you're ready for more, aren't you? You really are some chick," Johnny 
breathed, looking regretfully at his limp cock. He knew that it would be 
awhile before he could plow her again, although he was young, he needed some 
time to recuperate! Especially after a fuck like that one, that seemed to 
drain every ounce from his balls! He wondered feverishly if he had any semen 
left at all, or if she had milked him for good! 

Susan opened her eyes, her body quieting somewhat, and stared up at her 
young lover, a strange smile hovering on her lips. Her body was still 
quivering, ready for more, and she wondered detachedly how she had turned 
into a wanton Bacchante in the space of such a few days. She could never 
remember feeling this way before, ready for another bout of fucking right 
after she had climaxed two times, and she wondered uneasily if she was going 
to get more and more unsatiable, until she would have to fuck every minute 
of the day before she was satisfied! Then she laughed. Right now, that 
didn't seem like such a bad life at all! 

"Are you okay?" Johnny asked anxiously, looking at the strange smile. "I 
mean, I'll be ready again in a minute...." He looked at her a little sadly, 
realizing that she was not completely satisfied, but Susan smiled at him 
reassuringly. 

"Oh yes, dear, it was wonderful," Susan reassured the boy. "I don't know 
what's wrong with me...." She sat up, pulling her skirt carelessly over her 
legs, and reached out to touch Johnny's cheek. As she fondled his face 
lovingly, her eyes went over his shoulder. There was another boy standing 
there, his eyes glazed, standing there staring at them. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

"Oh, my GOD!" Susan gasped, staring. "Johnny ... there's a boy...." She slid 
out of Johnny's grasp, frantically trying to pull her skirt over her knees, 
blushing. 

The other boy just stood there, perfectly motionless, his eyes fixed on the 
couple in the car. Susan scrambled to the other side of the car, knowing 
that it was no use, that he had seen everything. He had seen her writhing 
under Johnny's cock, her skirt around her waist, her bare ass bouncing under 
the young boy's strokes. 

Johnny turned his head, saw the boy, and grinned. "It's my kid brother," he 
told Susan matter-of-factly. "Jerry. He musta followed me or something." He 
slid out of the car, unconcernedly stuffing his prick inside his jeans. 

Jerry gulped. He was almost as shocked as Susan. He knew who she was, of 
course. She was Mrs. Thompson, the teacher at school, the one all the older 
boys called 'Big Tits'. In secret. But he had never heard anything about her 
... and yet, here she was, out in the woods with his brother. Jerry didn't 
know much about sex, but he knew what they had been doing. He had seen 
pictures. 

He looked at his brother appealingly. Johnny didn't seem that mad. 

"Wow, I'm sorry," Jerry whispered. "I didn't mean nothin'. I was just ... I 
just thought you were going to the beach. Honest." He stared at Susan, his 
eyes falling automatically to her rumpled skirt, and he blushed, remembering 
that just a few minutes ago he had seen that skirt high above her thighs, 
with his brother firmly planted between them. 

Johnny looked at his brother, feeling immensely grown up. "Jerry, this is a 
big secret. Missus Thompson and I don't want anybody to know, okay? You 
don't tell anybody, or I'll break your neck." He grinned. 

"I won't tell," Jerry mumbled. "Honest I won't." He moved closer to the car, 
still staring at Susan, hardly hearing Johnny's words. 

Susan looked at the young boy, noticing the way he was staring at her, and 
felt a pang of embarrassment. He was looking at her hungrily, the same way 
Johnny had looked at her. 

"No, dear, you mustn't tell." Susan said sweetly. "How did you get here-on 
your bike?" At the boy's nod, she continued. "And you came by yourself?" 

Jerry nodded again. He walked over to the car, still staring at Susan, his 
eyes glued to her body. He felt like he was in a dream, his movements as 
slow as if he were sleep walking. For an endless moment he stood there, 
staring at the woman, then he swallowed. "Do you think ... do you think I 
could do it, too?" he blurted out. "Like Johnny?" 

Susan stared at the boy in horror, closing her eyes against the mute appeal 
in his. "No ... no," she murmured. "I can't let you do that ... it would be 
too awful. Really, you don't want to." She opened her eyes, staring wildly 
at the boy, realizing that her words had no effect on him. He was still 
watching her patiently, as if he were aware of her inner turmoil. 

"You're too young," Johnny said scornfully. "You're just a kid!" He threw 
his shoulders back, grinning at his brother. 

"I'm only a year younger than you!" Jerry said. "And I don't see why I can't 
do it if you did. And you did, 'cause I saw you! And if you don't let me, 
I'll tell. I'll tell Mom, and she'll kill you. Both of you." 

Susan looked at the boy in utter dismay, recognizing the truth of his words. 
He was furious, mad enough to do anything if he didn't get his way. She 
sighed, accepting the inevitable, and felt a flicker of desire as she looked 
at his body. 

"Well, dear, I guess I'll have to let you then, won't I?" Susan said slowly. 
"And if I do, you won't tell, right?" He nodded, and she smiled sadly, 
realizing that she was now truly lost. Seducing one child was bad enough, 
but two! Even if she hadn't planned this, it was still equally depraved in 
her mind, because she was undeniably feeling excited at the hot glare in his 
eyes. 

"You don't hafta!" Johnny said. "I'll keep him quiet!" He glared at his 
brother, furious. "You little stoolie. I should just break your neck." 

"No, dear. It's easier this way," Susan said softly. "Jerry won't tell if he 
has some fun with us." She smiled at the boy suddenly, her eyes meeting his, 
then dropping to his pelvis. "And he's all worked up already, aren't you 
dear?" She stretched out her hand, feeling an unendurable desire to touch 
the hard little bulge in his pants. "How old are you, Jerry? Thirteen? 
You're quite grown up for thirteen, you know? What would you like to do ... 
would you like me to suck it for you? Johnny likes that, when I suck it." 

"Uh ... could I just touch it? Your . ... down there?" Jerry said, nervous 
now that he had gotten his way. He looked at his brother, but Johnny snorted 
and turned away. 

"Okay, dear. Anything you want. Have you ever seen a lady's pussy?" Susan 
stretched back in the car, motioning the boy to come closer. "Come over 
here, darling, and I'll show you my pussy." She trembled, suddenly wildly 
excited at the thought of seducing this other boy. Slowly, she lifted her 
skirt around her waist, over her smooth thighs, and spread her legs, 
directing his gaze to the pink hole, opening herself with her fingers so he 
could see inside. 

"Wow," Jerry breathed, leaning closer. "It's all wet." He reached out 
carefully, touching the puffy lips with the tip of his finger. 

"That's 'cause I just came in there," Johnny volunteered, squatting down 
beside his brother. "And she gets all wet when she's excited too. Boy, you 
should taste it, when she cums." 

"Taste it?" Jerry said wonderingly. "You mean you put your mouth on it?" He 
looked at his brother. 

"Oh yeah. We do everything," Johnny bragged. "Go on, stick your finger in 
it. She loves that, right Susan?" 

"Oh yes, yes, dear. Put your finger in it. Touch my pussy, Jerry. Put it 
right in the hole, right where you'd put your cock." Susan lifted her legs 
encouragingly, shivering. "That's where boys put their cocks to fuck me. 
Ooooo, yes!" Susan groaned as the young boy probed her twat, his finger 
sliding easily into her distended hole. 

"Wow, it's hot!" Jerry wriggled his finger inside the woman's cunt, feeling 
the spongy texture of her flesh. "And ... it's like grabbing at my finger!" 
He shoved his finger in deeper, up to the hilt. 

"Wait'll you feel it on your cock! You'll think she's jacking you off with a 
million fingers," Johnny bragged. He had taken his own cock out of his jeans 
again, and was stroking it slowly, watching his brother feel the woman's 
cunt. "Go on, Jerry, run your finger in and out. Finger fuck her ... she 
really digs that!" 

Jerry began running his finger in and out of the puffy hole, watching the 
way her slick flesh seemed to suck at his probing digit. "Wow! It's getting 
even wetter!" He rammed his hand in and out enthusiastically, feeling the 
woman bounce under his strokes. 

"OOOH! YES! FINGER FUCK ME! DO IT!" Susan cried, totally oblivious to 
anything now except the fire that was raging through her. Her previous bouts 
with Johnny had only whetted her appetite, and she was ready for more! 

"Jeez, there she goes," Johnny whispered. "Get on her, Jerry! Pull your cock 
out and get on her!" He was jacking off rhythmically, his hand flying up and 
down his cock shaft as he watched his brother. 

Jerry reached down with his free hand, unzipping his jeans. His prick burst 
free, and he clambered nervously into the car, copying his brother's earlier 
movements, settling between Susan's thighs. She was rolling from side to 
side, and she moaned when he took his finger out. 

"Don't stop! I love it! Do it to me! Don't stop!" she cried frantically, 
reaching for him. "Oh God! Please!" 

"Help me," Jerry whispered nervously. He was holding his dick in both hands, 
aiming it at the hole his finger had just vacated. 

"Just put it in," Johnny gasped. "Right where your finger was! Put your 
prick in her and fuck her!" He reached down, opening Susan's cunt with his 
fingers, and Susan groaned encouragingly. 

"That's it, dear. Hurry! I need your cock! Your beautiful cock," she 
mumbled, reaching down and grasping his root, bringing it to the entrance to 
her canal. "Now do it! Shove it in!" 

Jerry was near fainting. The heat from the woman's crotch washed over his 
prick, making him ache all over, and he thrust forward wildly, somehow going 
in the right hole. "I'm in! I'm in her cunt!" he cried in triumph as his 
dick slid in. "Oh God! It's so hot! And wet!" He groaned. He had never felt 
anything to compare with the slick sponginess of her twat as it sucked at 
his cock, drawing it deep inside her steamy recesses. He felt the sperm 
rising in his prick, and he tried to fight it down, determined to enjoy 
these sensations as long as possible. 

As Jerry slammed his dick home, Susan spasmed, her already overwrought body 
convulsing under the impetus of his thrust. "OH! FUCK! FUCK ME! HARD!" she 
yelled, wrapping her legs around the boy. Her hip moved up to meet his 
strokes, and she began to quiver, her cunt clutching at the shaft of his 
cock as he pumped into her with short uneven jabs. 

"OH! I CAN'T STAND IT! I'M GONNA CUM!" Jerry cried in surprise. He couldn't 
hold back-the tight wetness of her clutching pussy was too much for his 
untrained body! With a wild cry, he thrust once more into her body, his 
balls pouring out a load of cream. "My head's coming off! AAAGGGH! I'M 
CUMMING! IN HER CUNT! OHHHHHH!" 

Susan felt the boy burst inside her, and she spasmed as the flood of sperm 
hit her, as much from the thought of his virgin cream sloshing into her as 
from the physical sensations. She held the boy tightly to her, grinding her 
pussy against him, striving to hold him inside her, her orgasm still 
fluttering in the base of her belly. 

Jerry pulled away, his cock sliding limply from the woman's clutching hole. 
"Wow. That was something," he groaned, slumping to the ground. 

"Jeez, you came in two seconds flat," Johnny said, looking at his brother. 
His own cock was rock hard again, and he looked at Susan appraisingly. "Hey, 
watch this," he boasted. "I had a far out idea last night." He clambered 
over the woman's prone body, reaching for her blouse. "Wait'll you see her 
tits, Jerry." 

Susan lay back, letting the boy do what he would, a faint smile on her face. 
She didn't feel she could possibly move right now, and she lay motionless as 
he unbuttoned her blouse, freeing her heavy tits, pulling her bra down over 
her shoulders until the creamy mounds jutted free. She smiled at him 
encouragingly as he straddled her. 

"Do you want to fuck my titties, dear?" she asked softly. "Just put your 
pecker between them. 

Here, I'll hold them for you." She squeezed her breasts together obligingly, 
forming a channel, and Johnny slid his erect cock between them. He had 
divested himself of his jeans, and his bare ass and balls brushed her chest 
as he fit his prick in the channel. 

"Wow, it's like fucking a pillow," Johnny gasped, stroking into the softness 
of Susan's bosom. "They're so big I can't even see my cock!" He plunged 
forward, the tip of his cock protruding from Susan's breasts, and she bent 
her head, trying to lick it. "That's it! Lick it!" He thrust forward again, 
aiming at Susan's mouth, and she caught the tip of his prick between her 
lips, swirling her tongue over it. "God! She's licking the head of my cock 
on each stroke! I'm gonna cum in her face!" 

Jerry peered over his brother's shoulder, watching the older boy fuck 
between the teacher's massive breasts. "She sure has big tits," he 
whispered. "They're like balloons or something!" He watched for a moment, 
visibly excited, his young cock erecting again at the wanton sight. "When 
you shoot, it's gonna go all over her face!" 

"Yeah, and she'll eat it up! She loves to eat it! She'll suck my balls dry 
and want more!" Johnny grunted. He stroked steadily through Susan's breasts, 
his prick sliding easily in the sweaty channel between her tits, the head of 
his cock sliding into her mouth on each stroke. 

Jerry suddenly squatted down between Susan's legs again, looking at the 
pussy he had just spilled his virgin seed in. It was slick with moisture, a 
mixture of his own cream and her juices, and he dipped his finger in the 
wetness, remembering his brother's boast. He raised the finger to his mouth 
and tasted it. It wasn't bad, a slightly tangy taste with a salty overtone, 
and he sucked the finger dry, rolling the flavor around in his mouth. 

"I'm gonna lick her down there," he announced suddenly. "Just like you did, 
Johnny. I'm gonna put my mouth on her pussy." He knelt between her legs, 
sniffing at the woman's crotch, the reek of her sex strangely pleasant in 
his nostrils, then stuck out his tongue tentatively, touching the puffy 
flesh. Susan flinched and moaned, opening her legs wider, and Jerry took a 
deep breath and plunged in. 

Susan didn't believe it! The young boy was eating her out, on his own 
initiative, with no encouragement needed! She shuddered as his tongue snaked 
into her hot passageway, cleaning out the traces of Johnny's sperm, then 
swarming over the entire surface of her cunt! Fresh moisture welled inside 
her and trickled out of her open vagina, and the boy sucked it up eagerly, 
drinking it in. 

"OOOH! SUCK IT! Suck my cock!" Johnny groaned. He was wildly excited, the 
knowledge that his little brother was sucking at Susan's cunt while he 
fucked her mouth driving him almost insane with lust! He plowed forward, his 
body jerking uncontrollably, slamming into her open mouth, his balls banging 
on her chest as he crouched over her mouth, fucking it, her tits forgotten! 
All he wanted to do now was cum, to fill her mouth with his sperm, to shoot 
down her throat and have her swallow his seed. 

Susan gobbled hungrily at the boy's cock as he began fucking her mouth in 
earnest now. He was hunched over her face, his balls banging against her 
chin with each stroke, and she sucked as hard as she could on his rod, her 
cheeks caving in with the pressure as she strove to draw his cum. 

"OH GOD! HER MOUTH! IT'S LIKE A FUCKING VACUUM! GOD! IT'S DRIVING ME CRAZY! 
I'M ALL THE WAY IN HER FUCKING THROAT! OHHHH! EAT IT! EAT MY CUM! OOOOHHHH!" 
Johnny pounded wildly into Susan's open mouth, his balls banging crazily 
against her chin. She was sucking on him so hard the pressure was almost 
unendurable, and he knew that he was going to shoot down her throat soon. 

Susan grunted, her hands reaching up to clutch the boy's ass, to bring him 
even closer to her face. Her mouth was wide open, and he was ramming his 
cock full length down her throat. Spittle rolled from her open mouth, and 
she groaned as she sucked at his cock, eager for the taste of his cum. She 
could feel her own body spasming, her inner muscles tensing in a tight knot 
as Jerry fucked her cunt with his tongue, every stroke of his mouth bringing 
her nearer to the orgasm that would unravel the huge coil inside her. She 
clamped her legs tightly around his head, forcing him to suck harder, and 
smashed her pussy into his face, grinding the wet flesh into his mouth. 

Jerry choked and swallowed as Susan's vagina released a huge glob of pussy 
cream. It slid easily down his throat, and he sucked harder, wanting more. 
Her cunt was quivering around his tongue like a live thing, pulsing and 
spasming, and he knew that she was reaching orgasm. Wild with excitement, he 
plunged his tongue in even deeper, fucking her with it, and she began to 
quiver all over, wrenching spasms racing through her pussy, making it clamp 
on his tongue like a vise. He gasped for air, his mouth filled with pussy, 
his nose filled with pussy, and almost choked again as she came, a huge 
flood of pussy juice gushing out of her quivering womb, flowing into his 
mouth. 

"HOT SHIT! HERE IT COMES! I'M CUMMING! IN YOUR MOUTH! OH! EAT IT!" Johnny 
yelled, smashing into Susan's open mouth one last time, his prick swelling 
and exploding, sending a thick river of semen into her waiting mouth! She 
swallowed hungrily, her face contorted as her own orgasm ripped through her, 
her body spasming and convulsing in climax as she drank thirstily from the 
fountain of the boy's cock. 

Jerry lapped at Susan's brimming cunt, cleaning out the last traces of her 
fluids, then looked down at himself. His prick had hardened again while he 
had been eating her out, and he stroked it proudly, staring at her empty 
pussy. His brother was slumped over her face, moaning, his buttocks working 
as he pumped the last bits of his load into Susan's eager mouth, and Jerry 
felt a fresh surge of lust. He knelt back between her thighs, opening her 
cunt with his fingers, knowing he was going to fuck her again, was going to 
put his cock in the hole he had just cleaned out and fill it up again. He 
shivered deliciously, picturing an endless round of filling her up and 
cleaning her out until he dropped with exhaustion, and fit the head of his 
prick between her puffy lips. 

"I'm gonna fuck you now," he announced proudly. "I'm gonna stick my cock in 
your cunt and fuck you. And then I'm gonna eat you out again." He trembled, 
his new found words tumbling from his innocent lips in a rush, exciting him. 

Johnny heard his brother's words dimly as he finished his orgasm, and he 
shivered lustfully as he pumped the last wad of semen into Susan's mouth. 
She swallowed it happily, looking up at him, and he pulled his limp cock 
from between her lips, smiling. 

"Wow, that was beautiful," Johnny whispered. "You suck my cock like a 
fucking vacuum cleaner." He slid off of Susan's chest, squatting down as he 
watched his little brother prepare to fuck her cunt. 

Susan shivered as Jerry parted her cunt, and her stomach muscles fluttered 
spasmodically. "Go on, darling," she murmured. "Fuck me ... in the cunt, in 
the mouth, anywhere. I love it. Do it to me." She raised her legs, 
presenting her cunt to the boy, and he slid into her easily, up to the hilt, 
his prick slicing into her greasy flesh. 

Jerry groaned as her cunt flesh gripped his cock. It felt even better than 
before, and this time he was determined to make it last a little longer! He 
could still taste her cum on his lips, and he licked them, smiling, as he 
thrust into her pussy. 

"You tasted real good, Mrs. Thompson," Jerry confided, leaning forward, his 
hands gripping at her breasts as he lowered himself on her. 

"Darling! Kiss me and let me taste too," Susan offered, reaching up and 
pulling the boy to her, their lips meeting in a long kiss. 

Jerry shivered at the lewdness of her words, and his dick jumped inside her, 
causing her to clamp down on his even harder, sending a thrill through him. 
He raised his head, panting. 

"Gosh! Your pussy is grabbing me! I can really feel it! I bet you have the 
best pussy in the world!" Jerry said happily, beginning to stroke in and 
out. "And it's so hot!" 

"That's it, dear, just take it nice and easy," Susan murmured, her own hips 
rising and falling with the boy's, following his lead. He fumbled for a 
moment, but soon he was stroking in and out steadily, his body picking up 
the easy rhythm. The first time he had just smashed into her blindly, unable 
to stop the rising tide of his virgin cum, but this time he stroked slowly, 
forcing himself to pace his strokes. 

"Is this right?" he asked, thrusting in and out smoothly. His young hips 
rose and fell like well oiled pistons, and Susan gasped in delight as he 
twisted from side to side. 

"Oh yes, yes! That's it! You're really fucking me now! That's beautiful!" 
Susan moaned, her body picking up his rhythm, her pelvis snapping as she 
screwed herself up and down his pecker. "Now, faster! Faster and harder!" 

"Yeah! Give it to her! Make her cum!" Johnny grunted, his eyes glued to the 
couple. He lifted his cock in his fingers-it was still soft, but he fondled 
it gently, shivering in excitement as he watched his little brother. 

"I'm gonna fuck you real good," promised Jerry. "I'm gonna fuck your pussy 
until you cum all over my cock! And I'm gonna fill you up with cream!" He 
speeded up his strokes, fighting valiantly against the urge to just plow 
into her body, spurting forth the semen that was lying heavy in his balls. 
He could hear sloshing noises as he stroked into her wet cunt, and the smell 
of her sex was still strong in his nose. 

"Do it! DO IT NOW! FUCK! FUCK ME HARD!" Susan yelled suddenly, Don't hold 
back! Give it to ME! NOW!" She wrapped her legs around the boy, her pelvis 
smashing up against his, her cunt grabbing wildly at his cock. Electricity 
raced through her, and she began quivering in his grasp, her tits bouncing 
as she flailed from side to side. 

"She's ready! Give it to her!" Johnny gasped. "Wow, look at her go! She's 
cumming, Jerry! She's cumming all over the place! God, I can see it running 
out of her cunt, down her legs! Can you feel it? It must be like fucking a 
river!" 

As Susan's hot juices bathed his prick, Jerry lost his precarious control! 
With a loud cry, he plunged full length into her brimming cunt, his balls 
smashing against her ass! 

"I'M CUMMING! HERE IT COMES! HOT FUCKING CUM! OOOHHH!" Jerry convulsed, his 
back arching and snapping as his hips pounded wildly into Susan's pelvis, 
his penis jumping and spurting deep inside her. He could feel her cunt grab 
at his spurting dick, and he screamed shrilly as he came. It felt like 
something had hit him right in the gut, making his insides explode into a 
mass of quivering nerve ends, and he yelled in almost anguish as he poured 
out his load. 

"I FEEL IT! IT'S INSIDE ME! I CAN FEEL YOUR HOT CUM! OHHH! I'M CUMMING! I 
LOVE IT! DON'T STOP! don't EVER STOP! 

OOOHHH! FUCK! FUCK!" Susan flopped wildly under the boy as she orgasmed, her 
breasts jouncing as she convulsed! She could feel the hot wash of his sperm 
hitting her insides, coating the walls of her cunt with sticky fluid, 
filling her up, running down her legs. She moaned weakly, her head flopping 
from side to side, her blonde hair streaming across the car seat. 

At last, both were still. Jerry slumped forward, his head pillowed on 
Susan's breast, and they lay in a close embrace, breathing heavily, his cock 
still inside her cunt. Semen trickled from her twat, running down her thighs 
and puddling beneath her hips. 

"Gosh, you sure did cum," Johnny said admiringly. "I didn't know you had it 
in you." He chuckled slightly, punching his brother lightly on the shoulder 
in pride. 

Susan opened her eyes, looking up at the two brothers. Jerry had slid off of 
her and was sitting on the edge of the seat, smiling proudly back at his 
brother. Susan sighed, realizing for the first time how young he really was. 
Pulling herself together, she sat up, wincing as her legs swung around. They 
were still trembling, the muscles tensing from her repeated orgasms. 

"Well, boys," Susan began lamely, realizing that she couldn't possibly sound 
firm, not to two boys who had just fucked her and sucked her until she 
screamed. 

"Oh, Mrs. Thompson, I had no idea how great ... wow, I mean it was really 
fantastic!" Jerry said happily. "And I won't ever tell a living soul." 

Susan eyed him warily. She knew what he meant-he wouldn't tell as long as he 
had access to her favors. She shrugged mentally-that was alright with her, 
and there was no sense pretending to herself it wasn't. She'd do anything 
they wanted, and any time, and to hell with the consequences! She smiled to 
herself a trifle grimly, realizing that nine tenths of the people in the 
world would damn her for a perverted debaucher of children, but she was 
willing to bet that they had never experienced what she had in the last few 
days. If she had to get her pleasure this way, she was going to do it. She 
smiled fondly at her two young lovers, picturing all the fun they would 
have. 

"We'll have to be very careful," she cautioned. "About ... meeting. Don't 
tell your friends or anyone where you're going, and be careful no one 
follows you. We don't want this to happen again; I mean, I'm glad Jerry came 
now, but it can't happen again. It'll have to be just us, okay?" 

"Oh yes ma'm, we'll be careful," Johnny promised. "Don't worry about a 
thing." 

Susan eyed him uneasily. His words sounded extremely familiar. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

"Hi," Johnny whispered. "Got a minute after class?" He winked broadly at 
Susan, and she nodded slowly. "I got a far out idea. Boy, I've had a hard on 
all day thinking about it!" 

"Johnny!" Susan hissed, darting her eyes rapidly around the classroom. The 
rest of the class was filing to their desks, unconscious of the little 
drama. 

"Yeah, I could shoot off right this second," Johnny continued, looking at 
Susan, letting his eyes drift over her chest. Moving so that he was in front 
of her with his back to the class, he reached out swiftly, his fingers 
brushing over the tip of her breast, making her nipple stand out. 

"Damn it, I mean it," Susan whispered. "I'll see you after class, Johnny." 
She shot him a venomous glance, aware of her reaction to his touch, aware 
that her nipple burned like fire. Johnny grinned at her, completely 
unrepentent, smugly aware of his power. 

"Okay, I'll be waiting," he promised, sauntering to his seat. 

The rest of the class passed in a haze for Susan. She was constantly aware 
of Johnny's eyes, following her every move, caressing her body, lingering on 
her breasts and hips. That in itself wasn't so unusual-all the boys looked 
at her like that. But Johnny looked at her as if he owned her, and in his 
eyes was the knowledge she had given him. Susan blushed, her voice faltering 
in mid sentence, then continued, trying to concentrate on the lecture and 
failing miserably. All she really cared about was what he had in mind. 

Finally, the class ended. Susan remained behind her desk, waiting. Her heat 
pounded with barely supressed excitement as Johnny walked over to her, but 
she forced calmness into her voice. 

"Well, Johnny? Did you research the subject thoroughly?" 

"Huh?" Johnny asked in puzzlement. Then he glanced around the room, noticing 
the few remaining students, and nodded. "Yeah, I did, and I found just what 
we need. But it isn't available today." He looked around swiftly and lowered 
his voice. "But Jerry'll be here in a minute. We can take up where we left 
off." 

"Oh no we can't," Susan said flatly. "Too dangerous. I'm not taking any more 
chances." She got to her feet, gathering up her things. "Really, Johnny, I'm 
surprised at you. I thought we understood each other." She was aware of 
bitter disappointment coursing through her body, and she blinked rapidly, 
holding back her tears of frustration. 

"Look, I tried," Johnny said hastily. "I found a place we can go, I got the 
key and everything, but it's my uncle's house and he isn't leaving until 
tommorrow. So I told Jerry to meet us here ... here he is." Johnny motioned 
to his brother, who was standing by the door inquiringly. "Come on in and 
lock the door." 

"No! This is impossible!" Susan gasped. "I told you the first time, never 
again here! It's too dangerous...." 

Johnny ignored the woman's protests. "It's okay. Just keep it down," he said 
briefly. "Janitor doesn't get here until four, so the building's empty until 
then." He grinned at her, moving in, one hand unzipping the front of his 
jeans, exposing a sizeable erection. 

Susan backed up hopelessly, her eyes riveted on the erect cock pointing at 
her, her resolution wavering. It was probably fairly safe, she reasoned. She 
licked her suddenly dry lips with her tongue. 

"No," she muttered, but her heart wasn't in it, and Johnny smiled 
triumphantly. 

"Wow, you really want it, dontcha?" he whispered. "Tell me how much you want 
it, Susan. I've been playing with myself all day, just thinking about you. I 
musta jerked off a dozen times, but there's plenty left." He circled his 
cock with his fingers, rubbing it skillfully. 

"Yes. I want it," Susan whispered in defeat. "Give it to me...." 

"Not yet," Johnny whispered hoarsely, enjoying himself. "I want you to give 
Jerry and me a show first. Do you know, I've never seen your body. Naked. 
Show it to us. Take off your dress and show us your tits, Susan." 

"Yeah," Jerry concurred. He slid into one of the front row seats, his eyes 
glued on his brother and the woman. "Yeah, Mrs. Thompson. I wanta see your 
titties." He reached down and unzipped his jeans, taking his pecker out and 
fondling it lovingly, glancing around a little first. It seemed so weird, 
doing this right in school, in the same class room he took history in, and 
somehow that added to the excitement! His dick swelled between his fingers, 
and he began jacking off slowly. 

"God," Susan muttered. "Filthy little boys." But she obeyed, her fingers 
trembling, her heart pounding with excitement at the sight of their erect 
cocks. She gazed at the two boys, comparing their tools. Johnny's was the 
largest, jutting proudly from his brown pubic bush in a long arch. She could 
see his balls hanging between his legs, moving and stirring in their 
wrinkled sac as he ran his hand up and down his penis. Jerry's dick was 
smaller, not quite as fully developed, and lighter in color, with a rosy 
pink head capping it, already oozing a droplet of moisture. 

"Well come on," Johnny said briskly. He moved over to Susan, running his 
hands possessively over her body, molding her breasts with his fingers. 

"Take it off." 

Susan smiled. She was getting really turned on by the look in the boy's eyes 
as he devoured the sight of her, and she raised her hand slowly, moving his 
aside. 

"You want to see my body, huh? My tits? And my cunt?" She slowly unbuttoned 
her blouse, noticing the way both boys leaned forward in anticipation. 
Slowly, her bousse opened, and she shrugged it over her shoulders, her 
breasts jutting proudly from her bra, swelling over the top in sensuous 
curves. Her fingers dropped to her skirt, unbuttoning the waistband, letting 
it fall to the floor in a heap until she stood there, clad only in bra and 
pants. 

"Wow. Wow," Jerry breathed, his hand moving faster on his cock. "Beautiful." 

Susan slowly unfastened her bra, leaning forward, letting her massive 
breasts swing free. She held her pink tipped breasts in both hands, lifting 
them, squeezing them, holding them out for the boys to admire. Her fingers 
rubbed the nipples until they stood out like little cocks, and she moaned 
faintly with pleasure. 

"I love to play with my breasts," Susan murmured. "It feels so good, rubbing 
them like this ... my nipples are all hard and ready for sucking. Would you 
like to suck my tit, Johnny?" She grinned at the boys, knowing that her lewd 
words were exciting them. They were exciting her too-she could feel her 
pussy getting wet and slippery, and a tremor of anticipation shot through 
her. 

"Show us your pussy," Jerry whispered hoarsely, his eyes glazed. "Please, 
Mrs. Thompson! Show us your cunt!" 

Susan circled a finger around the waistband of her panties teasingly, moving 
them down a bit, letting a few blonde curls peep over the edge. 

"GO ON! TAKE THEM OFF!" Johnny commanded sharply, leaning forward, his hand 
a rapid blur on his cock. "Oh God, I'm gonna shoot off in a second! I'm so 
hard I can't stand it! Go on, let me see your cunt!" 

Susan smiled, enjoying herself. She slid her finger inside her pants, 
between her legs, sticking it into her twat. "I'm all wet ... wet and 
ready," she whispered. She hunched down on her finger, digging it up inside 
her dripping twat, and Jerry groaned wildly. 

"Oh ... she's feeling herself up! She's fingering herself ... I can't stand 
it." He moaned feverishly, slumping down in the desk chair, his fingers 
flying on his cock. "I'm gonna cum ... right here ... I can't stand it...." 

"Wait darling, let me show you my pussy," Susan crooned, sliding her panties 
down her legs, exposing her blonde thatched cunt. She spread her thighs 
wide, holding herself open to their gaze, and slid a finger inside herself, 
sliding it in and out of the puffy lips, then holding it up, glistening with 
pussy cream. 

"That's enough," Johnny gasped. He had ripped off his jeans, and now he 
moved naked over to his teacher, grasping her from behind around the waist. 
"Bend over-over the desk," he commanded roughly, pushing her across the 
desk. 

Susan groaned, sprawling forward across her desk, her large white ass raised 
in the air. The cool air hit her pussy and she moaned, wriggling her hips 
invitingly. 

"Go on, darling! Stick it in me," she invited, looking back over her 
shoulder. "I want it so bad ... I'm dripping wet and ready for you!" 

Johnny thrust his hand between her legs, sliding a finger into the wetness 
of her cunt, and positioned himself behind her. Jerry bent forward, his eyes 
glued to the exciting sight of Susan's cunt from the back view, feasting on 
the puffy lips hanging down from her heavy bush. 

"Are ya gonna do it from behind?" Jerry gasped. 

"Yeah, like that picture I showed you," Johnny said. "Open your legs, baby, 
'cause I'm going in!" He fit the engorged head of his cock between her 
greasy cunt lips and pressed forward sharply, sliding into her wet canal 
easily. "Oh ... it's tight this way!" He plunged forward enthusiastically, 
his balls crashing against her ass as he sliced into her wet flesh. 

"OOOH! YES! FUCK! FUCK!" Susan cried, her voice rising uncontrollably as the 
boy thrust into her. Her hips moved wildly, rotating in circles, pressing 
back against the boy's pelvis as he fucked her. 

"Jerry! Shut her up!" Johnny commanded his brother. "She's gonna scream the 
building down!" 

Jerry staggered up, holding his cock in both hands as if he thought it would 
break. "What do I do?" 

"Shit, I dunno! Shove your cock in her mouth, that'll quiet her down," 
Johnny hissed. "Oh boy, she's gripping my dick like you wouldn't believe!" 
He plowed into Susan's cunt joyfully, his hands gripping at her sweaty ass 
for leverage, his fingers clutching at her slippery flesh, leaving little 
red welts on the satiny flesh. 

Jerry nodded at his brother's suggestion. It sounded like the best idea he'd 
heard in ages! He ran rapidly to the other side of the desk, standing in 
front of Susan, and pulled her head up to his crotch. 

"Suck it, please ma'm. Suck my cock!" the young boy urged, pointing his 
prick at her open mouth. Susan wordlessly took his prick between her lips, 
letting it slide into her mouth, her lips nibbling down the shaft. 

"That's it! Fuck her mouth!" Johnny muttered. "Do him good, Susan, blow the 
shit out of him! Make him cream all down your throat!" He began stroking 
steadily into her churning ass, trying to keep his balance as she bucked and 
heaved beneath him. "Goddam, what a ride! She's really going wild! I can 
feel her shaking inside already!" 

Jerry sank into Susan's mouth, shuddering as her agile lips gobbled at his 
rigid shaft. She was sucking him at the same time, her cheeks caving in with 
the effort as she sucked, and on each upstroke her tongue would swirl over 
the head of his penis, hitting the most sensitive nerves. 

"I'm gonna cum any second! I can't stand this shit! Her mouth's like a 
goddam vacuum," Jerry hissed tensely, hunching wildly into Susan's mouth. 

"Go on, buddy, do it! Fill her mouth! She loves it! She'll eat every drop!" 
Johnny yelled, carried away. "Oh GOD! Fuck me! Move that ass! Shake it!" 

Susan heard the boys' words dimly through the fog that surrounded her. Her 
body was convulsing, shaking and quivering, her ass churning wildly under 
Johnny's strokes. She clenched down with her pussy, tightening herself even 
more around him, urging him to fuck her harder! She moaned, her mouth full 
of Jerry's cock, and her moan seemed to convey the message, for Johnny began 
really pounding it to her, his hips moving like pistons as he stroked again 
and again into her cunt! 

"That's it! FUCK ME! I'M GONNA SHOOT! OHHH!" Johnny cried exuberantly. "Hot 
shit, baby! You've got the hottest cunt in town! Use those muscles! Make me 
cum! Milk me, baby! Milk me dry!" 

Jerry suddenly stiffened, his entire body tensing. "OH! HERE IT COMES! I'M 
CUMMING IN HER MOUTH! OH! OH! OHHH! EAT IT! EAT MY CUM!" He trembled, then 
smashed wildly into Susan's face, his balls crushing against her chin as 
they lifted and exploded, pouring a sticky stream of semen into her throat! 
She drank eagerly, her throat muscles working on his cock as she swallowed, 
milking him, draining him! 

Susan grunted, sucking at the tube of Jerry's cock, trying to drink the last 
droplets of sperm. She felt like she could drink from his fountain forever, 
drink the creamy thick emmission until she drowned in it! Her orgasm was 
rippling through her stomach, tantalizingly on the verge, and she rammed her 
hips back against Johnny frantically, trying to pull him in even deeper. 

"OH! HERE GOES! I'M CUMMING!" Johnny grunted, pumping furiously into Susan's 
cunt, his dick swelling in the dim recesses of her clutching flesh, then 
bursting and flooding her slippery canal with semen! "OOHHH! HOT CUM! HOT 
FUCKING CUM! I'M FILLING YOU UP!" 

As Johnny came, the wet flood of his sperm hitting her tender insides 
triggered Susan's response, and she convulsed, her ass shaking frantically 
as spasms rippled through all her muscles, making her buck and shudder under 
the boy like a landed fish! He held on grimly, pumping out the last of his 
load into her convulsing vagina, his hands clamped firmly on her buttocks. 

"Oh wow," Johnny groaned, collapsing on top of Susan, his breathing ragged. 
"Wow, Jerry, you gotta try it this way. It was really far out! Real tight! 
And the way she moves her ass!" 

"Yeah. Let me rest a minute," Jerry gasped, extricating his cock from 
Susan's mouth. She cleaned off the last bits of sperm lovingly, smiling up 
at him, and he slumped into the desk chair, breathing raggedly. 

Susan remained spread across the desk, her breasts crushing into the top, 
her ass in the air. Little trickles of semen trailed down her thighs, and 
finally she moved, standing up, her legs wobbling. 

"Lord, you boys are going to be the death of me," she said, laughing 
slightly as she sank into a chair. She looked around the room, realizing 
that she was sitting in her classroom with two of her students, all three 
stark naked, in mid afternoon. Suddenly, the whole thing struck her as 
hysterically funny, and she began to laugh wildly, tears rolling down her 
cheeks. 

"Wow, what's so funny?" Johnny asked questioningly. He was wiping his penis 
off carefully with his hand, examining it. She had clenched down so hard on 
it that he had wondered if it were injured, but apparently penises were made 
of stronger stuff than he had thought. It was swelling slightly again, 
hardening in his fingers as he watched Susan laugh, her breasts bouncing 
enticingly. 

"Oh ... nothing," Susan gasped. "I was just thinking of Old Bob the janitors 
face if he walked in." She broke into fresh peals of laughter and the boys 
exchanged glances, wondering if she had flipped. 

"What's funny about that?" Jerry asked reasonably. "I thought you were so 
worried about being caught." 

"I am ... oh, it's just that the whole thing is so unbelievable," Susan 
gasped. "If anybody had told me this would happen, I would have thought they 
were crazy. I mean, for years and years I didn't even think about sex, and 
suddenly here I am, acting like some kind of sex maniac or something." 

"Yeah, well, that's okay. We like you this way a lot better," Johnny said 
soothingly, wondering why she broke out into laughter again. He shook his 
head, dismissing the vagaries of women. "Come on, Susan, let's not waste any 
time. It's getting late and I wanta fuck some more before we leave." He 
stood up, waving his semi erect cock at her proudly. "No sense waiting." 

Susan laughed again, then sobered, a gleam coming back in her eyes. "No ... 
no sense wasting it," she agreed. "You're right, it's getting late." 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

"What I want to try now is in your ass," Johnny said solemnly. "These 
pictures I saw, well, there was this guy fucking this lady in the rear. Not 
in the cunt, like I just did, but in her ass hole. Have you ever done it 
that way?" 

Susan shuddered. "No, and I don't want to either," she said firmly. "It's 
fine the way it is. I've heard about that, and it hurts too much, and it 
could injure me." She regarded the boy sternly, feeling exactly like a 
school teacher. "Promise that you won't try that, okay?" 

"Okay," said Johnny disappointedly. "But you should see those pictures-the 
lady was really digging it. Are you sure...." 

"I said no," Susan said firmly. "But you can put it anywhere else, darling. 
I loved it in my cunt from behind. You can do that again if you like, or 
fuck my titties again, or my mouth...." 

"Oh, I liked it from behind," Johnny said innocently. "Okay if we do it that 
way again?" He stroked his prick slowly. "It was real tight, and I got in 
deep that way." 

"Darling. Of course," Susan said, relieved that he had abandoned the other 
subject. She really didn't want to be screwed in the ass-she had heard too 
many horror stories about that! "And Jerry ... what would you like, dear?" 

"I'll just watch," Jerry said, catching a glance from his brother. He 
settled back in the chair, wondering what was going on. 

Susan bent over the desk again, raising her ass invitingly. "Go on, dear. Do 
it to me," she murmured. "Stick me." 

Johnny stood behind Susan, running his hands over her luscious ass, parting 
the buttocks and rubbing his finger between them. His finger found the tiny 
puckered hole of her anus, and he pressed into the resilient flesh slightly. 
Susan jumped. 

"No, dear, not there," she hissed. 

"I won't," Johnny promised. "I'm just playing." He pressed his finger in, 
feeling the rich sponginess of her flesh, and his eyes glittered. "Hey, is 
it okay if I kiss it? Your asshole I mean?" Without waiting for an answer, 
he bent forward, licking her sweaty ass, running his tongue up and down the 
crack, and finally pressing it into the tiny hole. 

"Oooo," Susan squealed as the red hot snake of Johnny's tongue pierced into 
her bum hole. She wriggled. It didn't feel bad at all-in fact, it felt 
great! She pressed back against his face encouragingly, feeling his wet 
mouth on her rear, and shuddered voluptuously. 

"Wow, he's licking your asshole," Jerry whispered in awe. He bent forward, 
watching his brother stick his tongue in the woman's ass and shivered. It 
was the dirtiest thing he had ever seen, and it turned him on immensely! His 
dick swelled in his fingers, and he rubbed it frantically, wishing that he 
had thought of that instead of his brother. 

Johnny gave Susan's asshole a last swipe with his tongue and raised his 
head. "Tastes good," he said wonderingly. "Kinda weird, but good." He hadn't 
really wanted to do that, but he wanted to get her off guard. He hadn't 
forgotten his desire to fuck her in the ass, and he was determined now to do 
it whether she wanted to or not. The feel of her tight asshole on his tongue 
had been enough to convince him! 

"Go on, darling! Do it! I'm ready," Susan said, groaning, eager for the boy 
to enter her. Her ass twitched in excitement, and she raised it, presenting 
her pussy to his stroke, trembling in anticipation. 

Johnny ran his hands between her legs, playing in the wet marsh of her cunt, 
running a finger into the sloppy depths of her pussy. She was dripping with 
sperm and pussy juice, and her twat felt looser than before, widened by the 
furious fucking. He tweaked her protruding clitoris, rubbing it between his 
fingers, and she groaned and pressed down on his hand. 

"Please! I'm so wet! Do it, Johnny! Put it in! I can't wait," Susan begged. 
"Hurry!" She squirmed frantically, trying to force the boy's fingers up 
inside her, and her cunt snapped at his hand like a mouth. 

"Okay, Susan. I'm gonna do it now," Johnny announced. He slid his hand over 
her ass, parting her ass cheeks roughly, and presented his cock head to the 
opening of her anus, pressing in gently. 

"NO! I SAID NO!" Susan cried, squirming away frantically as the boy's 
intentions became clear. 

"Jerry! Hold her! I'm going in her ass!" Johnny said tersely. "And you 
better shut up, or you will have the janitor in here! And I bet you wouldn't 
think it funny either!" He held her ass cheeks apart, pressing forward 
ruthlessly. Her flesh gave before his rigid rod, and the head sank into her 
asshole, clearly out-lined beneath the thin skin. Johnny gasped at the sight 
and pushed harder, going in about an inch before he met resistance. 

"NNNGGG! NO! NO! I WON'T LET YOU!" Susan wailed, pain shooting through her 
rear. "IT HURTS! STOP IT RIGHT NOW!" 

Jerry reached out, pinioning the woman's shoulders on the desk, breathing 
raggedly in excitement. "Go on, Johnny! I've got her," he gasped. "Are you 
in?" 

"No ... not yet!" Johnny grated. "But here I go! Shut her up, Jerry!" He 
tensed his muscles, then plunged forward, his pecker ripping into the hot 
buttery flesh of Susan's ass, tearing aside her tender membranes! He could 
feel the tight ring of muscle give way before the battering rod of his cock, 
and he grunted in excitement as he plowed into her ass, thrusting all the 
way in! 

Susan slumped forward. She couldn't move, not with Jerry's hands pinioning 
her to the desk and Johnny's cock impaling her from behind. She bit her lip, 
holding back the scream that threatened to burst from her mouth, knowing 
that she didn't dare make any more noise. Pain ripped through her vitals, 
radiating from her battered ass, the most intense agony she had ever felt! 
She could feel her flesh tearing under his onslaught, her delicate membranes 
ripping before the thrust of his cock, and she groaned in agony, tears 
spurting from her eyes. 

"Oh please, please, you're killing me! Please stop! I'll do anything you 
want, anything, just please stop," she whimpered. 

"Hold still or I really will hurt you," Johnny gasped, plunging in. He 
rested for a moment, his cock buried in her asshole, enjoying the dark 
warmth. It was a lot hotter than her cunt, and tighter too, and he moved 
slightly, stirring her shit, then pulled out and stroked in again. He 
groaned. 

"Hot shit! It's like fucking a tub of shit!" Johnny grunted, moving in and 
out slowly, testing. His balls banged against her ass as he sunk in to the 
hilt. 

Susan held still, afraid to breathe. The pain was growing in intensity, 
increasing with every stroke. He's killing me, she thought. I'm going to be 
ripped apart. She felt a trickle of something dribble out of her rear, and 
she knew what it was. Blood. She was going to bleed to death. And she 
deserved it. This was her punishment for seducing the boys. 

"Go ahead! Move your ass!" Johnny commanded suddenly. "I'm in you now! Fuck 
me! Move your fucking ass and give me a ride!" He reached between her legs, 
thrusting a finger up inside her cunt, which was dry as a bone from the 
shock of his painful entry. "You can do it! Move it!" He pumped into her ass 
a few times, beginning to be worried. He hadn't really wanted to hurt her! 
The lady in the picture had looked like she liked it-he had been sure Susan 
would too. 

"Hey, I think she's fainted," Jerry said worriedly. "Did you hurt her or 
something? I thought...." 

"Shit no, she's okay. Just give her a chance to get used to it," Johnny said 
boldly. "I'm gonna fuck her ass until she digs it, and then I'm gonna cream 
in there! Wow, you should feel it! It's hot as shit, and dry! It feels 
really weird!" 

Johnny was running his fingers in and out of Susan's cunt now, keeping time 
with his strokes in her ass. In and out, in and out! He fucked her ass 
steadily, holding back, determined to make her move! Suddenly, he felt a 
slight response, deep inside her cunt, as moisture trickled onto his 
fingers. 

"THAT'S IT! SHE'S OKAY! SHE'S BEGINNING TO MOVE!" Jerry shouted at the same 
time. "I can see her ass-she's moving it back against your cock. She's 
fucking you, Johnny!" 

Susan had felt Johnny's finger enter her cunt, and she had tensed for a 
moment, the new sensation vying with the pain in her ass. For a moment, his 
finger scraped painfully in her dry twat, but then the pain began to recede, 
mingling with pleasure. To her intense surprise, she found that his cock was 
no longer hurting in her ass. It felt sore, but the agonizing pain was gone, 
replaced by a warm glow radiating from her cunt! She moved her hips experi 
mentally, back against his cock, and found that she wanted it! She wanted 
him to fuck her ass! 

"Oh yeah, baby! That's the way! Do it! Move that ass! You're fucking now!" 
Johnny cried in triumph as Susan moved against him. Her ass muscles were 
sucking at him now, pulling him deep into her hot dry bunghole, squeezing on 
the head of his cock until he thought his balls would burst. He plunged in 
furiously, his balls smashing against her ass with each stroke, squishing in 
the moisture that was dribbling from her twat! 

"OOOO! YES! Fuck my ass! Give it to me! Ream me out!" Susan cried wildly, 
bucking her ass up and down, rotating it in circles, screwing herself back 
onto the fucking pole of Johnny's cock. 

"Ram me! Cram me full of cock! I love it! Give it to me! Ram that finger up 
my cunt!" 

Johnny smiled grimly, holding on to her plunging ass with one hand, while he 
finger fucked her dripping pussy with the other. He could feel her juices 
running over his hand, and he rammed it way up inside her, slamming it home 
in unison with his strokes in her ass. 

"She loves it! I knew she would! She's dripping all over my hand! OH YEAH! 
FUCK ME, BABY! I'M GONNA CREAM IN YOUR ASS! SHAKE IT!" 

Susan groaned, wildly excited by the whole wanton scene. She could feel her 
orgasm building up inside her, churning in her belly, trembling in the pit 
of her vitals. Her legs shook uncontrollably, her muscles spasming as 
sensation after sensation ripped through her body. She pressed back wildly, 
eager to feel the hot rush of his sperm splashing into her bowels, her cunt 
gripping at his fingers, her mouth open as she grunted with each stroke. 

"OH! OH! OH! FUCK! FUCK!! FUCK! IN MY ASS! DO IT! CUM IN MY ASS!" Susan 
moaned feverishly, her ass bucking up and down as she fought towards orgasm. 
She knew she was almost there-just a little more.... 

"OH YEAH! Do it, Johnny! Cum in her ass! She's going wild, man! She's 
shaking all over!" Jerry jerked off rapidly, unable to control himself. The 
scene had really gotten to him, and he knew that he was going to shoot. He 
had to-his balls were so tight that they hurt, and there was a dull pounding 
roar inside his ears that blocked out thought, that blocked out everything 
but the need to cum! 

"HERE IT COMES! IN YOUR ASS! NOW! GET READY 'CAUSE HERE IT COMES! HOT 
FUCKING SPERM! IN YOUR ASS! OOHHHHHHH!" Johnny screamed, forgetting his 
earlier admonition in his intense excitement, and smashed into her rear one 
last time, his balls erupting, sending a searing hot column of thick sperm 
splashing into the inner recesses of her shit hole! He could feel her ass 
clamp down on his spurting cock, and he screamed again in agony as his 
orgasm ripped through him, his body snapping back and forth like a sapling 
in a high wind with the force of his climax. 

As Johnny spilled his seed into the dank recesses of her bowels, Susan gave 
a yelp and climaxed, her long sought orgasm flooding her body in joyful 
waves. She arched her body like a bow, her skin rippling as her muscles 
contracted in spasm after spasm of intense pleasure that was almost pain. 

"AAAGGGHHH! I CAN FEEL IT! IN MY ASS! OH! IT'S SO HOT! BURNING ME UP! HOT 
CUM! CUM! IN MY ASS! I'M CUMMING, CUMMING, I CAN'T STOP!" Susan convulsed 
again, a second, then a third time, as a series of orgasms tore through her, 
making her flail uncontrollably, speared on the shooting stick of Johnny's 
cock. 

"OOOH! I CAN SEE IT ... YOUR CUM ... IN HER ASS. ... OH! OH! I'M CUMMING!" 
Jerry cried, his glazed eyes focusing on Susan's ass. His hand clenched down 
on his shaft and he began to shoot, great globs of thick cream spurting from 
the head of his cock, flying through the air, splattering onto Susan's 
writhing body. He watched in amazement as his sperm landed on her, shocked 
at the amount of cum that he was emitting! It spurted from his cock in a 
never ending stream, sticking to the woman's back, running down her sides. 

Johnny looked up blindly at his brother's cry, his eyes widening. "Oh fuck," 
he groaned. "He's cumming all over the goddam room." He collapsed against 
Susan's ass, his cock slipping from her bunghole, sliding out with a plop, 
followed by a rush of semen. He looked down at her ass-strings of semen 
adorned her, running from her asshole, mixed with blood, dabbed all over her 
body from Jerry's spurting prick. The younger boy had finally quit cumming 
and was staring at the result of his orgasm in fascination. 

Susan looked up. She was exhausted, and her ass felt like someone had reamed 
her out with a hot poker, but she was satisfied, her last series of orgasms 
having quieted the raging lust inside her. Groaning, she slid her feet to 
the floor, slumping down. 

"Pretty good, huh?" Johnny said, looking at her, hoping she wasn't mad. She 
smiled at him wearily. 

"Jesus, I won't sit down for a week," she groaned. "Don't you ever do what 
you're told?" She smiled at him, taking the sting out of her words. 

"Yeah, sometimes," Johnny said. "Hey, what is it?" 

Susan had lifted her head sharply, listening. "Sssshhh," she cautioned. All 
three were absolutely silent for a few seconds, the only sound the ragged 
beating of their hearts. 

"Wow, what is it?" Johnny whispered nervously, looking around. 

"Oh ... I thought I heard something," Susan said slowly. She got up quickly, 
going to the window and lifting the shade a trifle, peering out. "No ... I 
guess I was wrong." She turned back to the boys, but the mood was broken. 
The outside world had intruded, and they all became aware of the 
precariousness of their positions. 

"Well, we better clean up the room a little," Johnny said, looking around. 
"If Old Billy sees this, he won't know what to think!" He waved a hand, 
indicating the puddles of semen on the desk and floor, and the three 
laughed. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Tim Thompson looked at his mother across the dining table. She smiled back 
at him, and he blushed, lowering his eyes hastily. It can't have been true, 
the boy told himself. I must have imagined it. He looked at his mother 
again. She looked exactly like she always had; a little flushed, and with a 
strange smile on her mouth, but other than that no different. Not at all. 

"Is anything wrong, dear?" Susan asked. "You haven't eaten hardly anything. 
Do you feel like you're coming down with the flu or something?" She surveyed 
her son worriedly. 

"No. I'm fine. Excuse me," Tim mumbled, standing up abruptly and fleeing 
from his mother's inquisitive gaze. He practically ran from the room, up to 
the sanctuary of the bedroom, slamming the door behind him and falling on 
the bed. 

"It couldn't have been," Tim whispered to himself. "It couldn't have been 
Mom." His mind returned to the scene he had inadvertently witnessed that 
afternoon. 

Tim had had to stay late after school for baseball practice, and he had been 
crossing the parking lot when he noticed his mother's car was still there. 
It was late, going on three thirty, and he had decided to go up to her 
classroom, to see if she was going to be much longer or could give him a 
ride home then. As he approached the sophmore history room, he had noticed 
that the door was closed. That was weird, and he had hesitated outside 
before trying the handle. It was locked. That was weirder still. No one ever 
locked their classroom doors-Old Billy the janitor was notorious for losing 
his master key, and the teachers usually just left their rooms unlocked for 
him. 

Tim had tried the handle again, and was about to knock and call out to see 
if his mother was there, when he became aware of strange sounds issuing from 
behind the closed door. Grunts, and moans. A woman's voice crying out in a 
strangled tone. Tim had caught his breath-maybe someone was trying to kill 
his mother! Scarcely daring to breathe, he had pressed his eye to the 
keyhold-and seen the scene that he pictured so vividly now. 

A woman, bending over the desk, her ass in the air, fully naked, and behind 
her a boy he recognized. Johnny Taylor, also naked, with his cock buried in 
the woman's ass! Tim had caught his breath in utter amazement, staring 
through the keyhole eagerly, his own prick stirring at the wanton scene! He 
had never seen anything like that-it looked like something he imagined when 
he jerked off! But it was really happening, and Johnny Taylor was getting it 
on, right there in his mother's classroom, plunging his prick into some 
lady's rear end! And Johnny was only fourteen-only two years older than he 
was! 

Tim had watched in growing excitement, his cock pulsing in his jeans, 
wondering who the lady was, and what they were doing in his Mom's classroom, 
and how Johnny had lucked out. And then the lady had turned her head over 
her shoulder, crying out in that strange strangled voice, and Tim had seen 
who it was. His mother. 

For an endless moment, Tim had just stood there, shock blinding him. Johnny 
Taylor was fucking his mother. He blinked, looking again, and became aware 
that there was another boy in the room-Johnny's brother Jerry. And he was 
standing there jerking off. At that point, Tim had stood up, his head 
whirling, unwilling to believe what he had just seen. Then he had bent down 
again, drawn by the irresistible sight, and had watched. He had watched 
Johnny Taylor shoot his wad into his mother's ass, and he had watched Jerry 
Taylor shoot off all over everything, and he had watched his mother shaking 
and trembling under the boy's cock, obviously enjoying the whole thing. And 
his own cock had swollen and hardened until he couldn't stand it any longer, 
and he had taken it our and jerked off himslef, standing there in the 
hallway, his eyes pressed to the keyhole. 

He had jerked off, watching his mother getting screwed. Tim groaned aloud, 
still unwilling to believe it had really happened. He had shot off into his 
hand, his cum splattering on the door, and he had scraped it off with 
trembling hands, digusted at himself. Then he had gone home, waiting for his 
mother. She had come home, fixed his supper, looking as if nothing had ever 
happened. 

"Gosh, I still don't believe it," Tim muttered. "Just like an old whore 
lady. It couldn't have been ... it must have been somebody else." He buried 
his face in the pillow, trying to shut off the images that danced through 
his brain, trying to forget what he had seen. Because he was getting hard 
again, thinking about it. And somehow, that was the worse thing of all, that 
he had stood there and jerked off, over his own mother. And he was going to 
do it again. He couldn't help himself. His hand stole down to his prick, 
rubbing it through the thin material of his jeans, as he remembered how his 
mother had looked, her big breasts jouncing, her white ass shaking. 

"No! Not my Mom. I can't." Tim groaned, pulling his hand away from his cock. 
Suddenly he remembered some pictures a guy at school had given him. If he 
had to jerk off, it would be better to do it with those. That was bad 
enough, but nobody would jerk off over his own mother, no matter what his 
mother had done. Tim slid off the bed, rummaging through his drawers until 
he found the pictures. He didn't know what he was going to do about his 
mother, but he knew he couldn't think straight, not with a raging hard on. 
First, he'd get it out of the way. 

Tim settled back on the bed, taking his cock out in his hand. He felt better 
now that he was concentrating on the pictures. If only he could forget 
completely....It must have been somebody else, he told himself. It just 
couldn't have been Mom. 

The first picture was that of a buxom blonde, smiling seductively at the 
camera as she fondled her boobs. Tim put that one down hastily. It reminded 
him too much of his mother. The next showed a young girl, about sixteen, 
with long dark hair almost covering her breasts. She was lying back on a 
couch, her legs spread, and she was holding her cunt wide open for the 
camera, her fingers stretching the puffy lips wide, showing the little hole. 
Tim groaned, his breath coming faster as he masturbated, his fingers flying 
over his cock. It looked so little-he didn't see how a guy could really get 
in. But he figured it must stretch or something, because the next picture 
showed the same girl, her tiny slit now filled with a huge cock, her legs 
around the man's back, her body straining to his. 

"Wow," Tim breathed. He rubbed his prick harder, his breath coming in ragged 
puffs as he imagined that it was his cock deep in the girl's cunt. He 
shivered, wondering how it would feel, to sink deep into the little hole. He 
turned to the next picture hurriedly, his hand flying on his cock. He knew 
he would cum soon, and he wanted to get to the best one before he shot. 

The next picture showed an older woman. She was bending forward, her mouth 
open, and in her mouth was a boy's cock. Tim looked closely-the boy looked 
about his age, and his cock was smaller than his! The woman was staring at 
it with an expression of utter longing on her face, and her tongue was 
sticking out, just touching the tip. Tim shuddered, fantasizing that he was 
about to plunge between those wet red lips, was about to stick his cock down 
her throat! 

"Oh yeah! Suck it, baby! Suck my dick," Tim moaned, the words exciting him 
dreadfully. He hunched into his hand wildly, almost able to feel the woman's 
wet mouth circling his cock, biting down on his rigid shaft, sucking him in! 
He grunted, flipping to the last and best picture. 

In this one, the buxom blonde of the first picture was on her hands and 
knees, her ass in the air, and there was a man firmly implanted in her rear. 
She was pushing back against him, her face contorted in a lascivious 
grimace, and Tim groaned as he stared at the picture, realizing that it was 
the same way he had seen his Mom. With a cock up her ass! He moaned 
feverishly, feeling his sperm rise in his cock, knowing he couldn't stop 
now. It was too late-he grunted feverishly, his "fingers squeezing at his 
prick, as the picture before him merged with the scene he had seen, merging 
into one until he couldn't tell which was real. 

"OH! OH! HERE IT COMES! IN YOUR ASS, BABY! MOM! I'M CUMMING! FUCK!" the boy 
groaned, scarcely realizing what he was saying. His head swam, colored 
lights blinking in his brain as his orgasm approached. He couldn't have 
stopped now for anything in the world. 

And the door opened. Tim looked up in agonized surprise. It was his Mom. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

Susan had sat quietly in the kitchen after her son had run upstairs. She 
knew something was wrong. He hadn't even touched his desert, and Tim was 
certainly not a fussy eater. And he had looked at her so strangely. Susan 
sighed, wondering if he somehow suspected that something was happening to 
her, but she pushed the thought aside. He couldn't possibly suspect. 

She put up the dishes, deciding to go upstairs and find out what was wrong. 
Probably he was getting sick, or maybe he was having trouble at school. 
Susan dried her hands and went upstairs, determined that her new 
relationships would not affect her relationship with her son. 

She paused outside his door. It was closed, and she was about to knock when 
she heard strange noises inside. It sounded like he was in pain.... 

Susan opened the door quietly, peering in, and saw her son, cock in hand, 
jerking off, his young face contorted. He was staring at a picture that she 
could barely see, but his voice was crying out, calling her, begging her to 
fuck him. Susan stared, her mouth open, her insides turning to water as she 
saw her son, her only child. Her gaze riveted on his cock and a red mist 
seemed to float over her mind, obscuring everything but the sight of his 
swollen cock, jumping and pulsing in his hands. 

Susan walked into the room like a sleepwalker, drawn inexorably to the bed, 
her hands reaching out blindly. Then she fell to her knees, reaching out, 
her mouth open, her throat uttering inarticulate cries, and lowered her 
head, sucking her son's cock into her mouth! Somewhere, in the dim recesses 
of her brain, a horrified voice cried out, but she was too far gone, 
completely overcome by the need to take him into her mouth, to taste his 
cock with her tongue, to feel his sperm gush down her throat! Like a 
madwoman, Susan fell upon her son, her mouth engulfing his cock, just as he 
began to spurt. 

"OH! NO! MOM! OH GOD! I'M CUMMING ... NO! IT CAN'T ... I'M NOT ... OOOHHH! 
HERE IT COMES!" Tim yelled, his prick erupting into his mother's mouth. He 
looked up in absolute terror, his face contorted, as he realized that it was 
happening. His fantasy had turned to reality, and he was terrified! But he 
couldn't stop-there was no way to stem to floodtide of sperm that erupted 
from his cock, spurting down his mother's throat. And she was swallowing 
it-she was eating his cum! Tim closed his eyes in disbelief, wishing the 
ground would open up and swallow him. 

Susan swallowed as if in a dream, swallowed every drop of her son's cum. 
Then she raised her head and looked at him in horror. "Oh God. What have I 
done?" she muttered, realizing what had happened. "Tim? I didn't ... oh 
God." She lowered her head again, unwilling to face the boy's eyes. 

"Mom," Tim said. "I'm sorry ... I didn't mean to. Really I didn't." He 
looked at her wildly, somehow feeling that it was his fault, that he had 
fantasized her in here and made her do it. But then he remembered. "It was 
you. At the school today. Wasn't it?" 

Susan looked at him dully. "Oh God. Did you...." 

"Yeah, I saw. You and Johnny and Jerry," Tim said slowly. "Oh Mom! How could 
you? And now ... this. What's wrong? How could you let him do that to you? 
Did he make you do it or something?" 

"No. I seduced him. And the brother too," Susan admitted. "God, darling, I 
don't know what to say. I don't know what came over me just then ... I 
didn't know what I was doing. It'll never happen again." 

"Jeez. You're crazy," whispered Tim. "I've never heard ... wow, my own Mom! 
Taking it in her mouth like some kinda whore ... and Jesus, Mom! Those boys! 
How many are there? And how long have you done it?" Tim drew back in the 
bed, horror written on his face. He didn't know what to think. His entire 
life had been turned upside down in the space of a few hours. 

"Look, Timmy, I don't know what's wrong either. I mean, you're my son, and I 
swear I would never have done anything like that to you if I'd known what I 
was doing." 

"Yeah, but you'll fuck everything else in town," Tim said bitterly. He was 
furious at her, for lowering herself from her pedestal, and at himself for 
wanting her. Because that was undeniable. He had been thinking about her 
doing just what she did, and he hated himself and her equally. 

"Tim, I really don't know what's wrong with me. Really. I just can't seem to 
help myself," Susan confessed in a whisper. "It's just been the last few 
days. Since Thursday. I just snapped. I guess I'd been without a man too 
long, and it all built up or something, and then Johnny happened. I still 
don't understand why I seduced him, and I guess I never will. But I can't 
seem to stop now. Every day I get involved more. And now this...." 

"Yeah," Tim agreed. "Now this." He stared at his mother, remembering how she 
had thrown herself on him, her mouth covering his prick, sucking at the tide 
of sperm as it had burst from his cock. He could still see traces of his 
sperm on her lips, and he shuddered, feeling his penis twitch in memory. He 
groaned. He was worse than she was, for he wanted it to happen again! He 
rolled over on his stomach, ashamed of his reaction. 

"Tim ... honey, what's wrong?" Susan asked softly. 

"Nothing. Just go away. Leave me alone," Tim said, his voice muffled. He 
closed his eyes, trying to think of anything that would still the raging 
urge that was building inside him, praying that his mother would just go 
away. Maybe she couldn't help herself, but he could, and he knew it was 
terribly wrong to get a hard on with his own mother. A hard on that was 
building in intensity as he tried to fight it down! 

Susan sighed, looking at her son. She still didn't believe what she had 
done, and the memory of it filled her with deep shame. She should be locked 
up, put away from the sight of decent people before she caused more trouble. 
She reached down and touched her son's shoulder compassionately, and he 
turned over, glaring at her with hate in his eyes. 

"Go away! Leave me alone! Get out of here! Go fuck everybody in town, but 
leave me alone! I'm getting out of here and leaving you!" Tim shouted, tears 
running down his face. 

"Oh, darling," Susan murmured, reaching out and grasping her son's 
shoulders. "Please, please let me explain...." 

"You have explained! I don't want to hear it!" Tim cried, pulling away 
frantically. "Don't touch me!" He rolled away wildly, and as he moved Susan 
saw it. His erection, sticking out of his open jeans, blatantly pulsing. Tim 
gasped with horror and tried to cover himself, but Susan pulled his hands 
away. 

"I don't mean it! Stop! Oh God! Please!" Tim moaned. He tried to pull away, 
but a strange paralysis was spreading through his body. 

Susan looked down at her son. She closed her eyes briefly. The terrible urge 
that had drawn her before was absent, and she looked at his penis almost 
objectively. It was a little larger than Jerry's, and thicker, and it seemed 
to curve towards her beseechingly. Susan felt a twinge of lust, remembering 
how it had shot in her mouth. She could still taste his cum, and she 
realized that she wanted to taste it again, no matter how wrong it was. 
Slowly, her hand reached out and touched him. 

"Oh Mom," Tim whispered. "Please...." He groaned softly at her touch, 
knowing he should push her away in outrage, should stop this now before it 
went any further. But he couldn't move. His entire being seemed concentrated 
in his throbbing cock, which was swelling under her touch. She rubbed it 
slowly, sending tremors through his body, and then, with a strangely 
pleading glance at him, she lowered her head, touching it with her tongue. 
She stuck her tongue into the hole in the tip and wiggled it, licking up the 
drop of lubricant that glistened there, and Tim sighed in defeat, knowing 
that nothing would make him stop her now. 

Susan ran her tongue over the head of her son's penis, licking it 
thoroughly, lapping all over the head and under the engorged cap, hitting 
all the sensitive nerves. Then she gently lipped it into her mouth, sucking 
him in, her head sliding down until his penis was fully inside her throat, 
his balls crushing against her chin. 

"Ohhh," Tim gasped. He didn't believe it. She was sucking him off. His own 
mother was sucking his cock into her mouth, nibbling up and down the shaft, 
her tongue swirling over the head on each stroke. This was a thousand times 
better than before-then she had just come in while he was spurting and 
caught his fluid in her mouth. Now she was really working on him, her 
talented mouth sending shivers up and down his spine. And she was doing it 
in full awareness too. Tim could tell that from the slow, languorous way she 
was sucking him, drawing every ounce of enjoyment from the task, and the 
occasional glances she shot at him, her eyes filled with a strange pleading. 
He moaned, placing his hands on her head, drawing her closer. 

Susan's mouth slid up and down the rigid shaft. 

She loved the way his cock felt in her mouth, and the salty sweet tang of it 
against her tongue. She moaned deep in her throat, sucking happily at his 
rigid rod, reveling in the hardness of it. She had been afraid he would push 
her away in disgust again, but she had gone ahead anyhow, mesmerized by the 
sight of his cock, hoping against hope that he would accept her. And he was. 
He was holding her head in a death grip, pressing her face into his crotch, 
and his hips were beginning to move, fucking into her mouth with unsteady 
strokes. 

"Oh! Suck it, Mom! Suck my prick! Oh! It feels so good! Suck it harder! 
Suck! Suck my cock!" Tim moaned, his hips rising and falling as he fucked 
his mother's open mouth. He twined his fingers in her blonde hair, holding 
her head firmly against him, and fucked blindly into the warm sucking 
cavern. He no longer cared that it was his mother's mouth, or that it was 
wrong to do this. All else faded beside the fantastic sensations her nimble 
tongue was evoking, racing through his body like flame! He grunted, plunging 
into her mouth, feeling the softness of the insides of her cheeks as he 
rammed his cock in. His head was spinning with lust, the raspy sensation of 
her tongue on his cock almost making him cum right then! He held back, 
wanting this to go on as long as possible, wanting to fuck forever into the 
warm hole of her mouth, without worrying about the whos and whys and 
recriminations. This was where it, was at-right now, right here, fucking his 
mother's mouth with long steady strokes. 

Susan began to bob her head up and down faster, sucking hard. She formed a 
hard ridge with her teeth and lips and fucked him up and down as hard and 
fast as she could. She wanted to taste his milky semen again, to have her 
mouth full of her son's seed. She reached out, cradling his balls with her 
fingers, and squeezed them gently, feeling their hardness as she stirred 
them in their wrinkled sac. 

"OOH! SUCK! SUCK MY COCK!" Tim cried, totally delirious with lust. He fucked 
brutally into her mouth, hitting the inside of her throat, his breath coming 
in ragged bursts. He wanted to cum now! He wanted to shoot into her mouth 
and have her swallow his cream like she had before, swallow every drop of 
it, and he wanted to watch as she did. He could feel her fingers playing 
with his balls, and he grunted, feeling them lift and harden in her hand. 

"I'M GONNA CUM! I'M GONNA SHOOT!" the boy cried, fucking wildly into his 
mother's mouth. His brain was in a whirl, all coherent thought blocked by 
the desperate need to cum! He felt his stomach muscles contract, and then 
release flooded through him, his body snapping back and forth with the force 
of his climax, his balls exploding, sending a tide of semen rushing down the 
tube of his cock, spurting into his mother's mouth! 

"HOLD ON! SUCK! EAT IT! I'M CUMMING!" he yelled, screwing his cock hard into 
her mouth as gobs of thick cream shot into her throat. 

Susan choked as the milky fluid hit her throat, then swallowed greedily, her 
fingers pressing his balls, milking them for every last drop! She could feel 
the boycream striking her throat in wads, filling her mouth, sticking to her 
teeth and tongue, and she gulped and swallowed again, loving the taste and 
texture of the fluid! Her own pussy was burning and twitching in sympathy, 
and little tremors of lust raced over her nerves as she greedily drank from 
the spurting fountain of her son's cock. 

Tim slumped forward, his limp cock slipping from his mother's mouth, 
trailing a thin string of semen. She licked it off lovingly, smiling at him 
anxiously. 

"How was it, Tim?" Susan asked hesitantly. "Did you enjoy me doing that?" 
She looked him full in the face, waiting for his answer. 

Tim flushed. "Oh Mom ... it was great," he admitted. "I had no idea it could 
be like that. But ... " 

"I know. I'm your mother. And it's wrong for me to do much as think about 
you in this way, much less do something about it," Susan finished for him. 
"I know everyone would condemn us, Tim, or most people anyhow. There are 
some societies where it would be right and proper. I don't know-I just know 
that I love you, as a son, and now as a man. I guess that's why I jumped on 
you before, because I have wanted you for a long time and didn't realize 
it." 

"But ... what about Johnny Taylor. And his little brother?" Tim asked 
somewhat bitterly. "Do you love them the same way?" 

Susan blushed vividly. "Tim, I'm not going to say I'm ashamed, because I'm 
not. Oh, I am in a way, I suppose, but I would do it again. I've been 
starved for sex, Tim, and when the opportunity presented itself, I guess I 
just went a little crazy. Maybe if you help me, I can control it...." 

"You mean you won't fuck them if you have me?" Tim asked bluntly. "Is that 
true, Mom? You won't fuck them anymore?" 

Susan looked at her son unhappily. "Let's not talk about that right now, 
son." Tim was looking at her with a strange look in his eyes, and Susan 
wondered unhappily if she were doing the right thing or not. But it was 
really too late now-for better or worse, she was engaged in an affair with 
her son. Whether she could or would give up the two brothers, she didn't 
know, and she didn't particularly care right now, one way or the other. She 
stared at Tim, a smile lifting the corners of her lips. 

"Darling, would you like to fuck me? Would you like to put it in your 
mother's pussy?" 

Tim looked up, nodding slowly. He was still in a state of shock, and he 
didn't really believe what was happening. Surely any minute he would wake up 
and find it was all a dream. But right now.... 

"Sure. Sure, Mom, I'd love to. And ... could I see you? Your body?" Tim 
flushed staring at his mother as she smiled at him and began unbuttoning her 
blouse. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

Tim kept his eyes glued to his mother as she stood up gracefully, her 
fingers unbuttoning her blouse. As she unhooked her bra, letting her massive 
breasts swing free, he gasped, his fingers curling involuntarily, itching to 
clutch at the firm satiny globes. 

Susan smiled at the boy, her lips loose and inviting, the hot glare in his 
eyes going through her like a sword. "Do you like my tits, darling?" she 
crooned, her voice sounding thick in her ears. She lifted her breasts in her 
hands, weighing them, and offered them to her son like a gift. "Kiss them, 
darling. Take them in your mouth and kiss them." 

Tim moaned, reaching out and touching his mother's breasts, his hands 
roaming over the silky smooth flesh, kneading the rosy nipples between his 
fingers. She sat on the bed next to him, her tits dangling in his face as he 
caressed them, and he bent his head, capturing one of the erect nipples in 
his lips and suckling greedily, his tongue rasping on the sensitive buds. 

Susan sighed deeply, pressing forward towards her son, tendrils of flame 
licking through her from the touch of his tongue. "Oh darling that's so 
good. I just love the way you're sucking my tits. Suck it hard, darling. I'm 
getting all hot." She pulled away finally, gasping for breath, her eyes 
gleaming with desire. 

"I'm going to show you my pussy, darling "she whispered hoarsely. "And I 
want you to feel it, to feel my hot wet cunt and then stick your cock in it 
and fuck me until I cum." She stood up again, dropping her skirt around her 
hips, then slowly lowering her panties down her thighs. 

Tim watched. He knew it was his mother who was giving this wanton display, 
but that no longer mattered. She was all woman, exhibiting herself to him 
without shame, with only pride in her lovely body. His cock had grown rock 
hard, and he fingered it nervously, watching her slide her panties down. As 
her blonde bush was revealed, he caught his breath in a harsh gasp, the air 
burning in his lungs, and his fingers tightened on his cock. 

"Oh ... Mom, you're beautiful," he gasped. His eyes feasted on her luscious 
body as she stood before him; on the massive tits he had just suckled, their 
creamy mounds tipped with hard buds of coral, on the tender curve of her 
waist, flaring into generous hips, the smooth swell of her stainy belly, the 
muscular columns of the thighs, crowned with the curling patch of blonde 
pubic hair. She smiled sensuously, and spread her thighs slightly, opening 
herself to him, letting him see the twin lips of her pussy hanging from the 
blonde curls. She drew closer, and stood before him, opening herself with 
her fingers to his gaze. 

Tim shuddered and stared in utter fascination. Her pussy was right in front 
of his face, glistening with moisture, the puffy pink lips revealing the 
incredible ridges and convolutions of the interior. He sighed, his eyes 
glued to the tiny hole in the center. It pulsed, and a bead of moisture 
oozed out. 

"Go on, Tim. Touch me, darling. Touch my pussy," Susan murmured. "Feel how 
wet it is, darling, from wanting you." She stroked the lips of her cunt, 
waiting. 

Tim reached out, his fingers seeking the moist pit. With a groan, he stroked 
the lips, then sank a finger inside the spongy flesh, amazed at the wetness 
that surrounded his finger. 

"Oh ... it's so wet. And it's hot," Tim gasped, sliding the finger deep 
inside and wriggling it. Automatically, his mother's cunt clamped down on 
his finger in a series of convolutions, and Tim's head spun, imagining hot 
it would feel on his cock. 

"Run your finger in and out," Susan gasped, her knees buckling as her 
insides melted. She swayed as Tim obeyed her instructions and began finger 
fucking her, his young finger probing her insides until she thought she 
would scream with lust. "Oh, darling! Do it! Finger fuck me, darling! I'm so 
hot! So wet! I love it! Don't stop!" 

Tim rammed his finger up into his mother's wet twat, feeling the incredible 
sucking action of her muscles on it, and suddenly he couldn't wait any 
longer. 

"Mom! I want to fuck you! Can I! Can I put it in?" 

"Oh God! Of course you can," Susan groaned. She sank to the bed, lying back 
in delicious anticipation. "Hurry, darling! Stick it in me! Take your 
beautiful prick and stick it in my slot!" 

Tim hurriedly pulled off the rest of his clothes, his fingers fumbling in 
his impatience. His heart was pounding at an alarming rate, and his breath 
was coming in ragged gasps as he crawled over to his mother, kneeling 
between her outspread legs. He stared down at her body, feasting his eyes 
one last time, then fell on top of her, pawing clumsily at her breasts, his 
hips jerking as he tried to find the exciting hole his finger had been in. 

"Help me, Mom! Help me fuck you!" he gasped, and Susan reached down and 
grasped his rampant cock, guiding it to her vagina. As soon as his cockhead 
felt the right place, Tim pressed forward sharply, frantic to get in! Susan 
opened herself with her fingers, and he pressed forward again, pushing her 
fingers aside, his cock sliding into the greased channel. 

"OH! I'm in your cunt!" Tim cried, slamming forward. His cock sliced through 
the wet flesh, thrusting in full length until his balls crushed against her 
ass, and he groaned as her cunt closed over him, engulfing him. 

"OOOOooo! That's it, darling!" Susan gasped in delight as her son entered 
her. "Now fuck! Fuck me, darling! Run it in and out like your finger!" She 
reached down, grasping his hips, and helped him move, her own hips 
initiating the age old rhythm, and Tim's following, hesitantly at first, 
then more boldly. She moaned wildly as he began pumping in and out, his 
pelvis grinding against hers, his cock zipping in and out of her distended 
hole, sending electric thrills through every vein in her body. 

"That's it! You're really fucking me now!" Susan cried excitedly. "I can 
feel it! So deep! Oh! Fuck me! Screw me! Fuck me!" 

Susan cupped her son's ass in her hands, lifting and pulling him into her, 
her hips churning as he slammed into her again and again. She could feel his 
balls crushing against her upraised ass with each stroke, and she grunted 
like an animal in heat, lust raging through her. 

"I'm fucking you! I'm fucking your cunt! OHHH!" Tim yelled triumphantly. 
"It's gripping me! I can feel it! It feels sooooo goooood! I'm gonna shoot! 
In your cunt! OH MOM! FUCK ME!" He pumped furiously into her. He could feel 
her quivering under him, her body opening and flowering under his, her 
vagina getting juicier and hotter, and he knew something was happening! She 
began to shake all over, inside and out, her twat convulsing strongly on his 
cock, and getting even wetter, gushing all over his cock! He could hear 
himself squishing as he drove into her dripping flesh, and he could smell 
the combined odor of their bodies rising in the air like a fog. The 
squishing sound and the rank tang of sex almost drove him mad-he was glad he 
had just cum before or he would have shot off on the first stroke! 

"DO IT! I'M CUMMING! OH DARLING! FUCK ME! I'M CUMMING! FUCK MY PUSSY!" Susan 
writhed wildly under her son, her entire body shaking and quivering as she 
convulsed, the first wave of her orgasm hitting her with enough force to 
lift her off the bed! She rode his cock for all it was worth, squeezing 
unmercifully with her powerful twat, her ass clenching and unclenching as 
spasms ripped through her! She didn't think she would ever stop cumming-one 
orgasm blended into another with increasing force and ferocity until she 
felt like her heart would stop. 

"I CANT STOP! I'M CUMMING! AGAIN! AGAIN! OH GOD! I'M DYING! I LOVE IT! 

DON'T STOP! DON'T EVER STOP!" Susan cried, thrashing insanely as orgasms 
rolled through her, tearing her insides with their ferocity, making her melt 
and flow with increasing lubricity, her fluids running over her son's cock 
and balls. 

Tim sloshed grimly on. He held on frantically, his fingers digging into his 
mother's flesh, trying to keep his balance aboard her bucking rolling body. 
He didn't believe that this screaming convulsive creature under him was his 
mother, who always had seemed so calm and collected. It seemed an entirely 
different person that he was fucking, his cock squishing through her 
clinging wet flesh with increasing ferocity as he neared his own orgasm. 

"HOLD ON, BABY! HERE IT COMES! I'M GONNA SHOOT! I'M GONNA FILL YOU WITH 
CREAM!" Tim screamed, twisting desperately against her churning pelvis, 
screwing himself deep into her flesh. His hips gave a series of short 
staccato jabs, and then he was lying full length on top of her, his arms 
embracing her sweaty body in a death grip as his penis spurted off, deep 
inside her convulsing twat! Her muscles grabbed at his shooting stick, 
squeezing, and he sobbed as his sperm boiled out into her, gobbets of 
burning fluid racing down the vein in his cock, almost searing him with the 
heat, then splattering into the waiting receptacle, shooting, gushing, 
boiling gobs of semen, sticking to the slimy walls of her cavern like hot 
grease. 

Susan screamed as the wash of her son's sperm hit her quivering insides, a 
shrill, high, animal scream of pure lust. She could feel the boiling fluid 
sloshing inside her, and she squeezed her cunt lips closed, trying 
desperately to keep it all inside her, but it was too much! She had never 
felt such an ocean of cum-it was filling her up, running down her thighs, 
down the crack of her ass, puddling beneath her hips. And still he was 
cumming! She didn't believe it! She felt like she was drowning in a sea of 
cum, and she wished she were! She wished she were covered with his sticky 
fluid, from head to toe, choking, gasping under a thick blanket of her son's 
thick semen. 

"MORE! I LOVE IT! HOT! HOT CUM! GIVE IT TO ME! OOOHHH! IT'S BURNING ME UP!" 
Susan cried, her vaginal muscles contracting as a fresh spasm filtered 
through her overwrought body, triggered by the immense gush of sperm. Her 
stomach muscles fluttered weakly, and she spasmed one last time, her cunt 
snapping as she collapsed flat on the bed, drawing Tim with her. 

At last, Tim caught his breath enough to move. He pulled out slowly, his 
prick sore from the battering it had received, and lay back, staring at the 
ceiling. Susan stirred, turning on her side and looking at him, her face 
flushed, her eyes dazed with the aftermath of lust. Her cunt twitched and 
subsided, a trail of semen dripping listlessly from the swollen red lips. 

"Oh Tim ... that was the best I've ever had," Susan said honestly, looking 
at her son. "I thought I was going to explode. You are really some fantastic 
fucker." She looked at him, feeling a thrill of pride in her son. 

Tim blushed. "It was pretty wonderful for me too," he said low, resting his 
head on her shoulder. "Wow, I'm really exhausted. That really takes it outa 
a guy." 

Susan grinned. "I'll say-you must of cum a bucketful. Oh Tim, I love you, 
darling." She smoothed the hair out of her son's eyes, suddenly fiercely 
glad she had done this with him. She wouldn't take anything for the 
experience, no matter how wrong it was. Susan sighed, seeing her son's eyes 
close as he drifted off to sleep, and hugged him fiercely. 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

Tim stirred, looking around. It was dark, and he frowned, wondering for a 
minute what he was doing lying on his bed naked. Then he remembered and, in 
the dark, his cheeks flushed vividly. 

"I fucked my Mom," he said slowly. "She was right here, and I put my cock in 
her and fucked her." He looked around the room. It was empty, and he 
wondered crazily if it had all been a dream. But no-the way his cock felt 
was no dream! It was sore to the touch, and sticky with dried semen, and Tim 
suddenly sat bolt upright in bed. If it hadn't happened, he sure must have 
had one hell of a wet dream! He swung his feet to the floor, feeling 
slightly dizzy, and turned on the light, looking down at his naked body. His 
cock stirred weakly between his legs, and Tim grimaced. 

"Shower. That's it. Take a shower and wake up," he mumbled, staggering to 
the door. "Wait ... bathrobe ... cover myself." With great difficulty, Tim 
found a robe and put it on, then tottered down the hall to the bathroom. His 
legs felt rubbery, and he grinned wryly to himself as he opened the bathroom 
door. 

Susan was lying in the tub, half asleep. When Tim came in, she was soaping 
her breasts dreamily, fondling her flesh, and she smiled lazily at her son 
as he stood transfixed in the door. 

"Darling! I thought you were going to sleep forever," Susan murmured, her 
eyes glowing. 

Tim stared at his mother. "Then ... it really happened?" he whispered. It 
wasn't a dream?" He looked at her in amazement, his eyes glued to the rosy 
flesh of her bosom as she turned to him calmly. It must be true, he thought 
confusedly. The steam was making his head spin even more, and he shut his 
eyes and opened them again. She was still there. 

"Oh, poor baby! Did you think it was a dream?" Susan chuckled, a little 
nervously, hoping she wasn't going to have to go through any more hassle, 
just when she had thought the whole thing settled. 

"Well, I sure hoped it wasn't," Tim confessed, coming into the room. "But, 
you know, it seemed so impossible ... and you were gone when I woke up...." 
His voice trailed off as he stared at his mother, wondering what he was 
supposed to do now. Was he meant to go jump in the tub with her, or leave, 
or just stand there waiting? Nothing in Tim's life had prepared him for 
this, and he shuffled nervously from one foot to another. What was worse, he 
had a sudden overwhelming urge to pee. 

"Darling, don't be embarrassed. Please, Susan said slowly. "It happened, and 
I'm glad and very proud of you. But if you want, we can try and pretend it 
never happened." 

Tim started. "Oh no! I mean Gee Whiz! That's the last thing I'd want! I mean 
... Oh I don't know what I mean. I thought it was fantastic, but...." 

"But what, darling?" Susan said quietly, knowing that he was going to begin 
to denounce her again. Her lip trembled as she felt tears sting her eyelids. 
To lose him now would be hell. 

"It's just ... I've gotta go to the bathroom!" Tim said in agony. 

Susan stared at him for a moment, then burst into laughter. "Oh! Darling! 
For heaven's sake! Go ahead!" Susan howled with laughter, her breasts rising 
and falling as she gasped for air, overwhelmed by the fact that the boy she 
had just fucked and sucked to oblivion would feel hesitant about showing his 
cock to her again. 

Tim shrugged, walking over to the John and taking out his prick, emptying 
his bladder thankfully. He didn't see what was so funny, but the sound of 
his mother's laughter was infectious. Smiling, he finished, shaking the last 
droplets of pee from his cock, and turned to her. 

Susan was silent, her eyes glued to her son's dick. She hadn't felt 
particularly horny before, her body's urges stilled by her incredible string 
of orgasms, but the sight of the yellow arc of piss streaming from his cock 
had turned her on. She shook her head, amazed that her body had reacted so 
quickly, and licked her lips slowly. 

"Come here, Tim," she whispered hoarsely. She sat up in the tub, the water 
streaming from her wet body, and motioned to him. "Why don't you come in 
with me, darling, and have a nice bath." 

Tim walked over to his mother. He saw the way she was looking at his cock, 
and a smile tugged at his lips. She wanted him again! She was looking at his 
prick as if she could eat it whole, and he gave it a casual flip, shaking 
off the last drops of piss. Susan's eyes followed his movements, and she 
reached out blindly for him, her tongue flicking over her lips. 

"Let me ... let me lick it," she muttered, pulling him to her, her tongue 
licking out, over the surface of his cock. "Oh ... good," she groaned, 
letting his semi erect cock slide between her lips, nibbling greedily. She 
could taste the salty tang of his urine, and she groaned, swallowing 
lustily, wondering what was wrong with her! Turned on by the sight of a guy 
peeing! She shut her eyes, a vision of herself drinking his piss as she had 
his cum flashing through her brain, making her tremble. 

"Mom," Tim whispered. He had dropped his robe and was standing before her 
nude, his erect cock sunk in her soft mouth. He reached down, running his 
hands over her soapy body, and Susan grunted deep in her throat, her lips 
working hungrily. Tim pulled out suddenly, sliding into the tub beside her, 
his hands swarming over her breasts, and down between her legs. 

"Oh," Susan gasped, feeling her son part her legs. She looked at him. He was 
staring at her intensely, his eyes gleaming with desire, as he manipulated 
her cunt. The soapy water sloshed around them, and Susan leaned back 
sighing. 

"Do you like that, Mom? Do you like me playing with your pussy?" Tim asked 
in a strangled voice. He sank a finger into the wet warm depths, feeling her 
slick flesh, parting her lips beneath the water. He couldn't see what he was 
doing, the outline of his hand only a dim outline under the soapy water, and 
somehow, this excited him even more. His cock was throbbing and felt 
disembodied, floating in the water. 

"Oh yes ... yes, darling! Stick your finger in me," Susan moaned 
lasciviously, twisting her hips. "I love it." 

"Take my cock, Mom. Take my cock in your hands and play with me," Tim 
whispered. Susan reached out, her fingers closing around her son's prick, 
and he groaned in rising excitement. "Now play with it, Mom. Jack it off. 
Make it good and hard so I can stick it in your hot pussy." 

Susan shuddered at the hoarse words coming from her son's mouth, and began 
to rub his prick slowly, her fingers sliding soapily up and down the 
surface. 

"I'm washing your cunt, Mom," Tim said, opening her wide with his fingers. 
The water rushed in, laving the tender interior, and Susan moaned. Tim 
continued to fondle her slowly, rubbing his fingers over the puffy lips of 
her cunt, tweaking the nub of her clitoris, while he reached for the bar of 
soap. "Gotta get it nice and clean," he murmured, plunging both hands 
beneath the water, opening her wide and rubbing the soap over the surface of 
her exposed twat. 

"Ohhh, darling," Susan moaned. "You're driving me crazy! Do it to me! Fuck 
me! Put it in!" She writhed frantically against her son's fingers, her hand 
pumping on his cock, trying to pull him over on top of her. Water sloshed 
around them, spilling on the floor. 

"Sure, Mom," Tim said calmly. He opened her with one hand and fit the bar of 
soap against the lips of her cunt with the other. He had just been teasing 
before, but suddenly a wild idea struck him. Why not see if she could take 
the bar of soap ... in her cunt? As he thought about it, Tim grew even more 
excited, and suddenly he pressed it in, shoving the soap up his mother's 
twat. 

"Owww! That'll burn!" Susan cried, realizing what the boy was doing. 

"We want it to be good and clean, don't we?" Tim asked, a strange gleam in 
his blue eyes. "So I'm gonna wash it out good." He gave a twist of his 
wrist, sending the soap into his mother's slick cunt, pushing it all inside! 
He didn't believe it! It was all the way in, her pussy expanding easily to 
take the soap. 

"God! That burns like shit!" Susan groaned, pulling away, trying to stand 
up. She dropped her son's cock and reached for him, trying to push him away 
from her, but he held her down, one hand on her cunt, the other on her 
shoulders as they struggled, water sloshing around them. Suddenly, she gave 
a wild shove and stood up, water running from her in rivulets, and the soap 
dropped out of her cunt with a plop. 

"Jesus, you little sadist," Susan said angrily. "That was a rotten thing to 
do." She stood there staring at her son, her anger fading as she realized 
that her cunt didn't really burn that much. In fact, it was a fairly 
pleasant sensation, and she began to smile, squatting down in the tub again 
and paddling water between her legs, washing herself out. 

Tim was unperturbed. He watched his mother as she sloshed water into her 
cunt, and his finger reached for her again. "Kneel down," he whispered. "And 
I'll put it in you from behind. Like dogs do." 

Susan looked at him, wondering how he had thought of that, then knelt in the 
water, her ass in the air. She was trembling with excitement again, her cunt 
burning from its bath and ready to be soothed. "Okay, darling," she gasped, 
taking a firm grip on the edge of the tub. 

Tim knelt behind her, running his hands over the expanse of her ass. It was 
faintly marked with red welts, and he realized that those were the marks 
left by Johnny Taylor. Angrily, he parted her ass cheeks, running his hands 
between her legs, suddenly jealous that the other boy had had her first, and 
pinched her hanging cunt lips sharply, relishing her cry of pain. 

"OH! Timmy! That hurt!" Susan whined. "Be a good boy...." 

"Oh I will, Mom! I'll be good! Just like Johnny Taylor was! Did you tell him 
to be a good boy too, when he did it to you? I can see his marks all over 
your ass! Did you beg him not to hurt you, or did you like it when he did!" 
Tim thrust a finger up inside her roughly, twisting it cruelly, then placed 
the head of his prick against the opening, stuffing it between the fat lips 
of her cunt and slamming forward hard, ripping into her inflamed flesh. 

"OW! Do it easy! OH! That hurts! I'm sore back there, darling! Take it 
easy!" Susan squirmed futily, slipping in the water, and her son laughed 
shortly. 

Susan groaned, not believing her gentle son had suddenly been transformed 
into a raging cock weilder, slamming into her as if he wished he could kill 
her with the sword of his dick! She moved her hips tentatively, hoping it 
would reduce the painful scraping of his cock, and he grunted in 
satisfaction. 

"That's it! You're dry in here! Move that ass and lubricate! Shake it! Or 
I'll wet you down with some more soap!" Tim plunged furiously into his 
mother, his mouth spouting obscenities, his balls slamming into her upraised 
ass with each stroke. She was loosening under him, her hips beginning to 
move, and he pinched her ass hard, making more marks on her skin, adding his 
marks to the other boy's. He was wildly excited, power flooding him like 
wine as he realized that she was his, all his to do with as he pleased. 
Already his sperm was rising in his cock, and he decided to let it rip, to 
flood her insides with it, secure in the knowledge of youth that he could do 
it again almost as soon as he wanted. 

"I'M GONNA SHOOT! I'M GONNA BLOW MY NUTS IN YOUR FUCKING PUSSY!" Tim cried, 
jabbing firmly into her now receptive pussy. 

"Oh no ... not Yet! Wait! WAIT!" Susan cried in despair, trying to slow her 
son down. "I'm not there ... not there ... wait!" 

"Too fucking bad!" Tim grunted, still furious at his mother for her 
'betrayal'. The fact that she had fucked the other two boys rankled in his 
mind, and he didn't give a crap right then if she came or not. All he wanted 
to do was shoot, fill her up, put his mark on her NOW! 

"HOLD ON! HERE IT COMES!" Tim thrust into his mother's hot flesh, his cock 
spurting and jumping in her cunt, filling her up with his cream. Susan 
writhed back against him, her hips pumping, trying to send herself off along 
with him, but he pulled out as soon as he had done, leaving her moaning. 

"Suck it clean," Tim said roughly, turning his mother around and shoving his 
cock into her mouth. She took it unprotestingly, her body twitching, her 
eyes pleading as she looked up at him. Her lips closed hungrily on him, 
eating up the last bits of fluid, sucking. 

"That's enough," Tim said, pulling his prick out. Susan slumped wearily down 
in the water, staring reproachfully at her son. 

"I didn't have time to cum," she moaned, sliding her hand down between her 
legs. "Why ... " 

Tim just grinned. "I just couldn't help myself," he said, mimicing her. 
"Like you can't help yourself. Do you want it bad? Real bad?" He took his 
limp cock in his fingers and waved it at her. 

Susan groaned, her fingers moving faster under the water. "Oh ... please 
darling, please help me." 

"All right, Mom. You can have it. Suck it up real nice and hard again, and 
I'll fuck you. But you have to promise me something," Tim said. 

"Yeah, sure, anything," Susan said, reaching out. "Please, honey." 

"You have to promise that you won't see Johnny and Jerry any more," Tim 
said, holding himself just out of reach. "Promise me that and I'll let you 
have it." He looked at his mother, his heart in his throat, afraid she would 
turn him down. But he really couldn't stand the thought of sharing her with 
the other two boys. Not any more. She had to be his. 

"Okay, I promise," Susan said, frigging herself furiously, her eyes glassy 
as she reached for her son. He moved closer, and she fell on his cock as if 
she were starving, stuffing it into her mouth and sucking for all she was 
worth. It had to get hard again quick, it just had to! Her entire body was 
aching, defeated of orgasm at the last minute, and she prayed that he'd get 
erect fast enough to assuage it. 

"Yeah, that's it! Suck the hell out of it! Suck my cock, Mom! You're the 
best cocksucker in the whole fucking world! Wow, you're taking it all the 
way, all the way in your throat! OH YEAH! SUCK!" Tim cried, plunging into 
his mother's face, his dick hardening quickly under her expert 
ministrations. She was bobbing her head up and down, gobbling on the shaft 
of his cock as if she were dying and it were a lifeline, her cheeks caving 
in under the pressure as she sucked. 

"Hoo Boy! That's fantastic! I can feel it going all the way down your 
throat! What a fantastic mouth! Eat it, Mom! Eat my cock! Use that tongue!" 
Tim hunched forward, jabbing in and out of his mother's open mouth, then 
withdrew his prick, proudly erect, glistening with her saliva. 

Susan moaned faintly as her son withdrew his dick from her mouth. She had 
just been getting into the blow job, and she was aware of a vague 
disappointment that she wouldn't be able to finish, to drink again from his 
fountain of semen. But that was overshadowed by the aching need of her cunt! 

"Oh ... fuck me, Tim! Put it in me and fuck me! My cunt's so empty ... I 
need it! I need your cock in my cunt," Susan sobbed. 

"Kneel," Tim said tersely, hauling his mother out of the tub onto the 
bathroom floor. "On your hands and knees again." He squatted behind her, 
feeling between her legs, thrusting a hand into her swollen cunt. She was 
right. It was absolutely sloppy with moisture, the distended tissues 
dribbling a flood of juice onto his hand. Tim carefully withdrew his hand, 
wiping it on his cock, and parted her ass cheeks. 

"Okay, Mom, here it comes. Just what you wanted! Hard cock! But I'm not 
gonna do it in your fucking cunt. Not this time! I'm gonna ream out your 
ass, Mom, just like Johnny Taylor did! He's not gonna be around any more to 
do it for you, and you looked like you loved it so!" Tim searched the crack 
of his mother's ass, pressing his finger into the tiny hole of her anus. "So 
hold on, Mom! I'm gonna fuck your ass! Here it comes!" 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

"OH NO! PLEASE! NOT THAT!" Susan screamed, squirming away. She remembered 
how it had hurt when Johnny cornholed her, and she had no desire to undergo 
that agony again! Especially since her ass was still sore! 

"Hold still, or it'll hurt worse," Tim grated, clutching at his mother's 
buttocks. He stared at the tiny hole, not really believing that he would 
ever get in-it looked so small! But Johnny Taylor was bigger than he was., 
and he had been in there! He had seen it with his own two eyes! And his 
mother had been enjoying the hell out of it, too! Tim held her still 
roughly. "You didn't fight him like this! You've probably let every guy in 
town do it! So you can fucking hold still for me!" 

"OHHH! NO! I don't want to! It hurts! It's going to hurt! Please, Tim! 
Johnny forced me! I didn't want to!" Susan cried tearfully. 

"Oh yeah, you really fought like hell," Tim said disgustedly. "I saw you 
fighting." He thrust his finger into the hole, twisting it around sharply. 
It was hot in there, and tight. A lot tighter than her cunt. Tim could feel 
his excitement rising sharply as he pictured how it would feel, fucking into 
that dark hole, and he hurriedly knelt behind her, fitting the head of his 
cock against the ass hole. 

Susan tensed as she felt him approach.It's true. He had a perfect right to 
want this. And to hate Johnny and me for doing it, Susan thought, 
recognizing her son's wish to punish her. And I deserve it. I deserve 
anything he can do to punish me. Feeling a thrill at her own humiliation, 
Susan bowed her head submissively, trying to relax her buttocks. 

"Go on. Do it. I deserve it," Susan said in a small voice. 

Tim grunted, his rage and lust enflamed by the humility in his mother's 
voice. "Okay, here it comes!" he warned, pressing forward slightly. The head 
of his cock prodded into the hole, then stopped, held by the tight anal 
muscles. Susan groaned as fresh pain shot through her bruised anus, and Tim 
shoved forward brutally, using all his strength, his young cock stabbing 
into her tender flesh, slicing her bruised tissues. 

"NNNGGGHHH! OHHH! GOD! IT HURTS! OH! I CANT STAND IT!" Susan screamed, pain 
ripping through her. Johnny had at least greased her passageway with his 
mouth first, but Tim was going in dry, not knowing any better! And the 
pain-the pain was tremendous! His hard rod slashed through her already sore 
ass muscles, tearing aside her already torn membranes, starting anew the 
bleeding from the barely healed wounds in the tissues! Susan screamed 
shrilly, falling on the floor, her muscles clenched in agony, her earlier 
lust forgotten in the waves of pain sweeping through her. 

"Fuck! Fuck me! What's wrong! FUCK ME! You did Johnny! FUCK ME!" Tim yelled 
in confusion as his mother slumped forward. He pulled his cock out 
halfway-bright blood spilled out with it, dripping down her legs onto the 
carpet, staining her white skin with red. "OH GOD! MOM! MOM!" Tim reached 
under his mother's chest, hauling her to her knees, and she groaned faintly. 

Tim was terrified. He hadn't meant to hurt her! But he had seen Johnny doing 
the same thing to her, and she hadn't been hurt like this! He knelt behind 
her indecisively, afraid to move, afraid to pull his cock out, afraid to 
keep on. 

"Mom ... are you okay?" he whispered, not even wanting to hear her answer. 

Susan groaned again. She was kneeling on the floor on her hands and knees, 
her head hanging, her ass in the air. She moved slightly, pressing back 
against her son's cock, still implanted in her rear end. It hurt, and she 
winced, but she welcomes the pain. It was all her own fault, and she 
deserved it. Besides, it didn't hurt as bad as it had. 

"Yeah ... I'll live," Susan conceded. "Go on, dear. Finish it. Fuck my ass 
until it bleeds some more. I deserve it." She glanced over her shoulder, 
seeing his worried face, and her tone softened. 

"Just do it gently, dear. Please." 

"Yes ma'm," Tim agreed, inching forward, relieved. He sank into her ass 
again, feeling her give beneath him, and began stroking gently in and out, 
trying not to notice his bloody cock. It felt so good, her tight flesh 
around his cock, that he soon forgot the near tragedy and began pumping in 
and out lustfully, his cock slicing into her dark meat zestfully, his balls 
crushing against her ass with each stroke. 

"That's it! Harder now!" Susan cried, moving her ass up and down, back and 
forth in rhythm with her son's strokes. The pain had receded to a dull ache 
now, and her pussy was waking up again. "Put your fingers in my cunt, honey! 
Reach between my legs and feel me up! Grab my clit! Feel my cunt!" she 
instructed. 

Tim obeyed, running his hand between his mother's legs, sinking a finger 
into the wetness of her cunt. It was dripping again, her excited body 
sending a flow of juices onto his digging hand, and he groped for her 
protruding clitoris, tweaking it between his fingers. 

"Yeah! Fuck me, Mom! Shake it! You're really moving now!" the boy yelled 
enthusiastically. "Oh! It's so hot in your ass! It's squeezing my cock off! 
My cock's burning up in your hot ass!" He pumped in and out vigorously, 
holding on to her ass for balance, his fingers slipping on her sweaty skin. 
The odor of her aroused twat rose to his nostrils, and he galloped on, 
banging blissfully into her dank shit hole, his balls hardening and lifting 
against her ass. 

"OH! I LOVE IT! IN MY ASS! I CAN FEEL YOUR COCK ALL THE WAY IN!" Susan 
cried, grinding her ass against her son's fast moving pelvis. His cock felt 
like a red hot poker, stabbing into her vitals, reaming her out, slicing 
into her aching flesh with computer like precision. He seemed to find all 
the most sensitive places, his dick smashing into the walls of her anal 
passage, his fingers groping in her pussy. 

"HOT SHIT! IT'S LIKE FUCKING SHIT! OOOHHH GOD! I'M GONNA SHOOT! IN YOUR 
ASS!" Tim cried, plunging on steadily. 

He reached between her legs, grasping her clitoris, and rubbed it, capturing 
it firmly between his fingers, and Susan went wild, her body bucking up and 
down, her hips churning frantically. She was a blur of movement now, her 
muscles rippling under her sweaty skin, her massive breasts jouncing wildly, 
her head snapping from side to side as she began to convulse, spasms ripping 
through her tortured body. 

"OH! DO IT! CUM IN MY ASS! I LOVE IT! DO IT! FUCK ME! FUCK MY ASS!" Susan 
smashed back against him, her ass on fire, warmed by the action of his cock! 
She could feel something trickling down her legs-whether it was blood or 
pussy fluid she didn't know and didn't care! 

Tim was very near climax, twisting and screwing into his mother's tight 
asshole. His cock sliced in and out, cleaving her sweaty buttocks like a 
sword, his hips driving like oiled pistons as he gave it everything he had! 
He wondered how long she could take it-she was trembling all over in the 
throes of orgasm, giving as good as she got, her powerful ass muscles 
squeezing his dick unmercifully. Her hips churned and writhed, giving the 
boy a wild ride he'd never forget. 

"I'M GONNA SHOOT! IT'S TOO HOT IN HERE! I'M GONNA SHOOT!" Tim shouted, the 
pressure becoming unbearable. He jerked on insanely, riding her buttocks, 
heading for orgasm, his balls stirring and jumping, ready to shoot their 
load! His prick was almost dead to feeling now. He no longer felt the subtle 
nuances of her ass working on him-he only felt an immense urge to cum, to 
shoot his wad into her shithole. He grunted wildly, stabbing into her in a 
tattoo of short quick jabs, then thrust fully into her, falling heavily on 
top of her, almost crushing her to the floor. 

"HERE IT COMES! HOT FUCKING SPERM! I'M FILLING UP YOUR ASS! FUCK ME! 
CUMMING! I'M CUMMING! FUUUUUUUUUCCK MEEE! MOM! I'M CUMMING!" Tim shouted 
madly, plunging into her, his penis beginning to spurt, buried deep inside 
her dank shithole, letting loose a huge flood of hot jism, jerking and 
splattering into her. He could feel her convulse under him as his cum hit, 
sparking off her orgasm, and he grabbed at her shaking body frantically, 
holding on for dear life, gasping for air. 

Susan lay flat on the floor, her heart pounding, her breath coming in ragged 
bursts. Her last orgasm had ripped through her with the force of a tornado, 
leaving her spent and shaken, her insides aching, her ass and cunt sore. She 
smiled and sighed, feeling a deep lassitude steal over her. 

Tim pulled his cock from his mother's ass with a plop. It was stained with a 
mixture of slime, blood, and semen, and he watched in amazement as a stream 
of the same mixture trickled out of her ass, puddling onto the floor. He 
laughed shakily, reaching behind him for a towel and lovingly cleaning his 
mother's battered ass. 

"Wow, and we just had a bath," he said. "Guess we'll have to take another 
one, huh Mom?" He finished cleaning her off and sank down beside her, 
smiling as she fluttered her eyelids sleepily at him. 

"Oooo, I won't be able to move for a week," Susan complained. "You literally 
fucked the shit out of me." She sat up, wincing, and shook her head at his 
in mock disapproval. "You'll have to remember to show some respect for my 
age, young man. After all, I'm not as young as I used to be." 

"Aw, you mean you aren't ready for another round?" Tim asked in mock 
disappointment, shooting her a glance from under his lashes. "Why I could go 
on all night!" Susan shot him a look, saw his grin, and began to laugh 
helplessly. 

"Lord, I don't know what I'm gonna do with you. I think I've created a 
monster," she half joked. "Okay, sport, let's take a quick shower. And no 
funny stuff, okay? Then we'll go have a quick bite to eat-all this is making 
me hungry. And then, young man, it's study time. Tomorrow's a school day." 

"Aw, Mom, for Chrissake," Tim said complainingly, but his eyes lit up in 
relief. His Mom was still his Mom, despite what had happened. 

Tim munched his sandwich, smiling at his mother. "Gee, Mom, that was great. 
Thanks," he said, finishing the last crumb and walking over to the sink with 
his plate. He strolled back to the kitchen table and stood behind her, 
casually running his hands down her chest, cupping her breasts in his hands. 

"No, Tim!" Susan admonished, laughing. "You're not going to weasel out of 
your homework that way." She leaned back against her son, grinning up at him 
as he rubbed his fingers over her breasts, feeling their curves through the 
thin cloth of her robe. 

"Aw, Mom, just a little feel," Tim said. "I'm hard again. It won't take 
long. I can't study like this." He slid his hands inside her robe, opening 
it, exposing her heavy breasts. "Wow, you've got the biggest tits in the 
world," the boy said admiringly. 

"I just love to play with them." He rubbed the nipples between his fingers, 
watching as they erected in his hands, and Susan moaned. 

"Come on, Mom," he pleaded. "It won't take long, okay? Just let me do it one 
more time, please? You want it too, dontcha?" He fondled her breasts, 
listening to her breathing grow more rapid, a smile on his face. 

"Oh Timmy, I just don't know what I'm going to do with you," Susan sighed, 
smiling, leaning back lazily against her son's belly, letting him caress her 
breasts. Her heart pounded as she began to grow excited, tendrils of flame 
licking through her breasts at his touch. 

"That's easy, Mom! Just fuck me," Tim laughed. "Come on, just bend over the 
table. I'll be quick, I promise. I'm about ready to shoot already." He 
hauled his mother out of the chair, bending her over the kitchen table, 
pulling her robe up over her ass and surveying the prospect happily. 

"Well, don't be too quick," Susan murmured. "And not in the ass this time, 
dear. I'm still awful sore back there." She leaned forward on her elbows, 
her ass in the air, her cunt lips hanging down between her open thighs. 

"Now, just stay like that," Tim instructed grandly, unzipping his jeans and 
taking out his prick, stroking it lovingly. He ran a hand over his mother's 
butt, smoothing her satiny skin, and Susan shivered in anticipation. 

"Hurry, darling. Put it in," Susan moaned, feeling her cunt tingle with 
anticipation. She stared in front of her at the kitchen table, hardly 
believing that she was draped over the kitchen table waiting for her son to 
fuck her. It was perverted. Lewd, perverted, and wildly exciting! Susan 
twitched all over, squeezing her cunt lips together to try and calm the 
tickling inside her. She could hardly wait-she could just feel his cock 
entering her, slicing into her flesh, exciting her as it had before! 

"Do it! Fuck me! Put your cock in my pussy and fuck me," Susan whispered 
hoarsely. "Fuck me until I cum all over the place!" She wriggled her ass 
invitingly. 

"That's it, Mom! Talk dirty to me! Tell me what you want me do do, Mom!" Tim 
replied, rubbing her cunt, sliding a finger up into her. She was dripping 
wet and ready, ready to be fucked. His fingers squished as he dug into her, 
and he pushed them in and out, opening her wide. 

"Oh please! Take your dick and stick me! Screw the shit out of me! Stick 
your prick in my slot and give me a ride! Fuck my hot box until I cream," 
Susan said wildly, hunching down on Tim's fingers. "I'm so hot I'm about to 
die! Do it! Put it all the way in!" 

Tim placed the head of his dick against her cunt lips and pressed in, 
sliding smoothly into her well greased canal, savoring the suction of her 
spongy flesh. He could feel her cunt muscles rippling along his shaft, 
stroking him with velvet fingers, milking his rpd, making him tremble with 
lust. 

"Oh! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Susan groaned, her heart giving a tremendous lurch 
as he entered her, slicing into her hot flesh. She pressed back eagerly 
against him, sucking him deep into her twat, her body quivering joyfully. 
She closed her eyes, trying to picture him standing behind her, his cock 
sunk in her cunt, his buttocks churning smoothly as he drove into her flesh, 
and she groaned in utter delight! It was wonderful! She loved it! Fucking! 
She didn't want him to stop, not ever! She moved her hips langurously in 
circles, screwing herself up and down on his cock. 

"That's it, Mom! Hot cunt! Hottest cunt in the world!" Tim chanted, stroking 
steadily into her. His fingers clutched at her rolling buttocks, and he slid 
one along the crack of her ass, pressing in when he found the hole of her 
anus. 

As Susan felt the finger enter her bruised shit hole, she gave a buck of 
surprise and winced, then pushed back eagerly against it. It felt like a 
tiny cock in her ass, reaming her out, stabbing in and out in unison with 
his prick, and she reveled in the feeling, wondering crazily how it would 
feel to be fucked in both places at once! Two cocks, one in her ass, one in 
her cunt, filling her up, creaming into her, shooting her full of sperm! Or 
even three-another in her mouth! Susan moaned frantically, her head whirling 
as she imagined endless variations, all designed to excite her to fever 
pitch! Although she could hardly imagine any more excitement-surely her 
heart would burst.! 

"FUCK! FUCK ME! IN THE ASS! IN THE CUNT! RAM YOUR FUCKING FINGER IN MY ASS! 
I LOVE IT! MORE! HARDER! OOOOOOHHH!" Susan screeched shrilly, her body 
churning furiously under her son's attack. 

"I'm doing it, Mom! I'm fucking your cunt and finger fucking your ass! I can 
feel you cumming! OH GOD! You're shaking all over! Your insides are 
clutching my cock! FUCK MEEEEEE!" Tim plunged into her in wild excitement, 
his sperm boiling in his balls, ready to explode. 

"CUM! CUM IN ME! CUM IN ME!" Susan cried. "IN MY CUNT! IN MY ASS! IN MY 
MOUTH! CUM ALL OVER ME! I LOVE IT! MORE CUM! MORE! I LOVE IT! FUCCCCCCKKK 
MEEEEEE!" She spasmed, her body snapping wildly, her head rolling from side 
to side as she churned through her orgasm. 

"OKAY! HERE I CUM! I'M CUMMING! HOLD ON! HERE IT COMES! HOT CUM!" Tim 
slammed into Susan's twat, his hips jerking and pumping as he poured out his 
load, his heavily laden balls exploding and shooting a roaring stream of 
boiling fluid through the tube of his cock, bursting into his mother's 
steaming cunt! He felt her muscles clamp down on his shooting stick, 
squeezing it, milking the last drops from his balls, and he groaned with 
mingled pleasure and pain at the intense pressure. 

When Tim's cum flooded her pussy, Susan gave a shrill cry and let completely 
go, her body flopping like a fish on a line as she underwent a tremendous 
orgasm. It felt like something was pressing down on her insides, dissolving 
them into a hot pool of sex liquids that gushed from her open pussy, bathing 
her son's prick, running down her legs in slimy strings! She gasped, her 
breath almost stopping as the final surge ripped through her, exploding like 
a firecracker, sending colored lights flashing through her brain in a wildly 
psychadelic light show! She moaned, giving herself up to the tidal wave of 
orgasm, letting herself be carrried far out on the cresting wave, to be 
thrown up panting on a reef of comparative calm. 

"God, that was fantastic," Susan murmured, shaking her head to clear it. 

"Yeah it sure was! Quite a show! Far out!" an enthusiastic boice said. "She 
went off like a fucking rocket!" 

Susan raised her head in disbelief, craning to look behind her. Tim was 
still firmly imbedded in her cunt, his cock weakly dribbling the last of his 
cum. 

"Wha ... what's going on?" Tim asked faintly, turning and looking at the 
spot Susan was staring at, his eyes widening. 

Johnny and Jerry stood there grinning. 

 CHAPTER THIRTEEN 

"Hey," Johnny said casually, walking into the kitchen. "How's it going, 
Tim?" He surveyed the scene, apparently unsurprised. "We've been watching," 
he explained. "I didn't know you were screwing Tim too, Susan. I thought you 
were scared he'd find out or something." 

"I was," Susan said weakly, extricating herself from Tim's cock and turning 
to face the other boys. "I mean, this just happened tonight." 

"Well, I guess you're not worried any more, huh?" Jerry said brightly. "Gee, 
I'm glad we came over. We were just coming over to see if you were okay 
after this afternoon. Johnny was scared he hurt you when he did it in your 
ass. And we knocked on the front door and all, but it was open so we just 
came in." He smiled engagingly. 

"Well you can just go back out again," Tim said furiously. "I saw you guys 
this afternoon! At the school! And it's over, I mean over. Never again!" 

He put an arm around his mother protectively and glared at Johnny. "You're a 
real bastard, Johnny Taylor, acting like that to my Mom!" 

"Hell, man, she dug it," Johnny said soothingly. "You liked me fucking your 
ass, didn't you, Susan?" 

"Goddam it!" Tim said furiously. "That isn't what I meant! I mean the whole 
fucking thing! How could you! Fuck your teacher!" 

Johnny raised an eyebrow, staring at Tim incredulously. "Hey, have you 
flipped? I mean look at you, man, screwing your mother! You gotta be crazy, 
talking to me like that!" He advanced on Tim pugnaciously. "Shit, she 
seduced me! Not the other way around! I mean, I was a fucking virgin until 
your old lady got hold of me! She flipped out over my cock and sucked me off 
before I even knew what was happening!" 

"Boys!" Susan said sharply. She stood up sternly, trying to look imposing 
despite her nudity. 

"Yeah, really, what's the big deal?" Jerry asked. "So Tim's fucking his Mom. 
Who cares? I sure don't blame him-I'd fuck her anyway even if she were my 
Mom! As a matter-of-fact, I sure wish she were my Mom. Then I could fuck her 
all the time!" 

"Well she isn't and you can't!" Tim shouted, goaded beyond endurance. "She 
isn't gonna fuck you guys any more, so get that straight! She has me no! And 
she doesn't need you! So buzz off! 

NOW!" 

Johnny looked at the younger boy tolerantly. "Well, that's what you say," he 
said judiciously. "But I saw her first, even if she is your Mom, and I don't 
have the faintest intention of giving her up. We're gonna share, buddy, 
share and share alike. And now is as good a time as any to get started, 
right Jerry?" He unbuttoned his shirt casually, draping it over a chair and 
began unzipping his jeans. 

"I MEAN IT! I'LL CALL THE POLICE!" Tim yelled frantically. He was furious at 
the older boy, both for his casual accpetance of the situation and the fact 
that he had fucked his mother first. 

"Oh yeah? And what the hell are ya gonna tell them?" Johnny asked with 
interest. "That your Mom has been fucking these guys and now you want her 
all to yourself? This I gotta see." He shrugged contemptuously and walked 
towards Susan, smiling. "Now, honey, I've been waiting for this since this 
afternoon. How're we gonna do it this time?" 

"Johnny," Susan said faintly. "I think Tim's right...." 

"Well, I don't, and neither does Jerry," Johnny snapped. "Look, what's the 
harm? You were fucking us before, so why not now? Huh? You people are crazy. 
Now all the problems are solved and you're trying to make more." He reached 
out and grasped her, bending down and lipping one of her nipples into his 
mouth, his hands traveling down her body familiarly. 

"No ... really," Susan moaned, her knees weakening. She slumped back against 
the table for support, her body already loosening under Johnny's hands. 

"Just relax," Johnny whispered, raising his head. "This is gonna be great." 
He ran a hand between her thighs. "Take out my prick, Susan." 

"NO! don't DO IT, MOM!" Tim cried in anguish. He stepped forward, his fists 
clenched, and Jerry grabbed him from behind. As they fell to the floor 
tussling, Tim saw out of the corner of his eyes his Mom reach out towards 
Jerry's jeans, unzipping them and groping inside. Then he began pummeling 
Jerry with his fists. 

"Oh ... Tim...." Susas gasped, looking at her son as he and the other boy 
fell to the floor. Jerry, a year older, had quickly gained the upper hand 
was was holding Tim to the floor. 

"Hell be okay," Johnny mumbled. "Forget it. He'll come around." He was 
pressing Susan back against the sink, his fingers busily probing her twat, 
his cock jumping in her hand. "Wanta do it here, or go upstairs?" he 
muttered, spreading her with his fingers. 

Susan moaned, her body quickening under his fingers, the familiar melting 
turning her resistence to ashes. "Here ... do it now. Put it in, darling. I 
want it," she whispered, throwing her arms around his neck. Tim was 
forgotten. Everything was forgotten but her frantic need. 

Tim watched. He couldn't do anything else. Jerry was holding him firmly on 
the floor, and he couldn't even turn his head. He could close his eyes, but 
somehow he didn't want to! He watched, his eyes glued to his mother. She was 
leaning back, her legs spread, and Johnny Taylor was sinking his fingers in 
and out of her wet cunt. Tim sighed in defeat as his mother spoke, her 
throaty voice begging the boy to fuck her right there, right in front of 
him, right in the kitchen. 

"Wow, your Mom is something," Jerry whispered to Tim. He was holding the boy 
down easily, and he freed one hand, pulling his cock from his jeans proudly. 
"I'm hard as a fucking rock just watching! She's got the hottest body in 
town, you know?" The boy began to jack off slowly, his eyes on his brother 
and the woman, his other hand on Tim's neck. 

Johnny had pushed Susan all the way back against the counter now, and he was 
inserting his cock between her thighs. And Susan was helping him, reaching 
down and guiding him in, opening her legs for him, groaning as he entered 
her. Tim groaned too, aware that his own prick was erecting, and he closed 
his eyes in humiliation, aware that Jerry had seen. 

"Hey, man, can I let you go now without you doing something stupid?" Jerry 
asked. "I'd really like to get in on the action. Or else I'm gonna shoot off 
in my hand." He laughed, looking at Tim, his eyes bright. "Look, Tim, she 
wants it too, you know? And it's kinda silly to get jealous about something 
that's already happened. We three can have a lot of fun together, and I 
swear Johnny and I'll never tell a living soul. And if you keep hassling 
her, she'll probably just get some other dudes anyhow. I don't think one guy 
would be enough for her." 

Tim stared at the other boy. "Wow, what are you, some kind of psychiatrist 
or something? Okay, I get the point. Anyhow, there's not that much I can do, 
is it? I mean, I guess we're all in this together." But Jerry was no longer 
listening. He was staring at Susan and Johnny, his hand a blur on his cock. 

"Shit, look at her go!" Jerry hissed, his brown eyes glazed as he 
concentrated. "He's really giving it to her! Wow, I can see it going into 
her cunt!" 

Johnny was firmly implanted in Susan now, and the other two boys watched as 
he plunged his dripping cock in and out of her snatch, his buttocks 
clenching and unclenching with each stroke. His balls jounced with the force 
of his thrusts as he fucked steadily into Susan, pressing her back against 
the counter. She had wrapped her arms around him and was leaning back, her 
feet planted solidly on the floor, her legs spread wide. They could see her 
cunt gripping Johnny's cock as he cleaved her wet flesh, and each boy 
groaned, remembering how it felt on his own prick! 

"OH YEAH! FUCK ME!" Johnny cried enthusiastically. "I'm gonna blow my nuts, 
baby! Right up your hot snatch! Use that fucking cunt and milk me dry!" 

Susan moaned, her pelvis snapping back and forth, presenting her pussy to 
Johnny's strokes, her cunt sliding up and down his tool like a greased fist, 
squeezing his hard shaft! She was swaying back and forth, holding onto his 
shoulders for balance, little moans and grunts of lust issuing from her 
lips. 

"OH! FUCK! FUCK ME! I LOVE IT! HARDER! DEEPER!" the woman cried, her shapely 
ass churning. 

"There she goes! Watch her! Look at her go!" Jerry cried suddenly as Susan 
began to twitch all over, her muscles contracting visibly beneath her 
glistening skin. "Hoo boy, I can just feel her twat! It must be clamping 
down on Johnny's cock like nobody's business! God! She sure is something!" 
He jacked his hand up and down his cock furiously, his mouth open as he 
watched. 

Tim reached down, gripping his own cock in his fingers. It was rock hard 
again and throbbing with lust. He groaned, watching his mother cum. It was 
really turning him on-watching her getting fucked! His mind flew back to the 
first time he had watched. It seemed ages ago-and it was only this 
afternoon! Tim's mind boggled at all that had happened since then! He began 
stroking his cock softly, glancing at Jerry out of the corner of his eye. 

Jerry was hunched over, his hand flying up and down his dick. He had 
apparently completely forgotten Tim as he jerked off frantically, his eyes 
following every movement of the scene before him. 

"I'm gonna shoot! I'm gonna blow my wad!" Jerry announced, his voice hoarse. 
"OH GOD! HERE IT COMES!" With a final grunt, he began to spurt, his penis 
jerking and jumping as a white arc or sperm shot through the air, 
splattering onto the floor, some of it splashing onto the two copulating 
bodies. 

Johnny and Susan didn't notice. They were totally engrossed, involved in 
their own private world of lust! Johnny was trembling now, his buttocks 
shivering as his orgasm approached, and he stabbed sharply and repeatedly 
into Susan's cunt, his balls lifting between his legs. 

"I'M SHOOTING! GOING OFF! IN YOUR TWAT! I'M FILLING YOU UP!" the boy yelled 
suddenly. "AAAGGGHHH! HOT CUM! HOT FUCKING SPERM! HERE IT COMES!" With a 
final convulsive thrust he began to shoot, his organ buried deep in Susan's 
snatch. 

Susan flopped weakly from side to side, her back pressed into the counter, 
her legs buckling as the final waves of orgasm swept her. Her insides ached, 
her muscles strained from the violent series of orgasms that had ripped 
through her that day, and she groaned feebly, slumping back as Johnny 
collapsed against her. 

"Oh wow! What a fucking fantastic show," Jerry whispered, wiping his cock 
between his fingers. He stood up, stretching and looked at Tim inquiringly. 
Johnny also pulled out, his penis shrunken and limp, and looked at Susan's 
son. 

Tim blushed. He looked down at his cock, which was rock hard in his hand. 
"Well, I guess it's my turn now," he said hesitantly. "Mom? Do you 
think...." He indicated his swollen cock. 

Susan smiled, relief breking over her face. "Oh, dear. Of course. Anytime, 
darling." She looked at Johnny and Jerry and smiled. "Why don't we go 
upstairs? It looks like the secret's safe now, among us four." She pushed 
herself away from the counter and walked over to Jerry, bearing herself as 
regally as a queen among her subjects. "Come on, dear. Everything's going to 
be wonderful from now on." 

 CHAPTER FOURTEEN 

Susan led the way to her bedroom, the boys following her. She paused at the 
door, turning to face the three. 

"Now I'm sure you all understand by now that this must never go beyond this 
house," she said firmly. "Well have to be real careful-at school especially. 
If any inkling of this gets out, it would mean my job. And they'd take Tim 
away from me, and probably put you boys in a state home. Society doesn't 
look very kindly on this, you know." 

"Yeah, yeah we know," Johnny said impatiently. "Let's get it on!" He was 
right behind Susan, and he flicked her buttocks. "Your kid's got a hard on a 
mile long, and I know he wants to put it somewhere!" He laughed. "Has he had 
your ass yet?" 

"Yes I have!" Tim said sharply, a little miffed at the older boy's tone. 
After all, it was his Mom! 

"Boys," Susan said softly. "No more of that silliness. We have little enough 
time to waste in arguments." She paused, suddenly feeling her age. She knew 
that these moments of joy would be fleeting enough, and she felt a sharp 
resentment that she had wasted so much of her life in needless moralizing. 

"Yeah, it's almost eight o'clock already," Jerry said practically. "Mom'll 
have a fit if we're out after nine! Let's go!" He pushed at Tim's back, and 
the four entered the bedroom. 

Susan lay back on the bed, smiling at her young lovers, thanking fate for 
being so good to her. "Any woman would be proud to have one of you," she 
said softly. "And I'm triply lucky. Come here, darling. What would you like 
me to do?" 

"Hey, you should try fucking her tits," Johnny offered, still trying for the 
upper hand. "It's like fucking a pillow, they're so soft, and she can lick 
your cock at the same time!" 

"Mom, I think I'd like to just fuck you," Tim said simply. "But whatever you 
want is fine with me." He climbed on the bed beside his mother, looking at 
her lovingly. "We can do it any way you want. We've got all the time in the 
world." He shot a smug look at Johnny, reminding him that he did live here, 
after all, and this fantastic piece of ass was his to enjoy at leisure. 

Susan reached out, drawing her son to her, running her hands down his firm 
young body. "I love your cock, darling," she whispered. "It's so beautiful 
... and I love you fucking me! But why don't you let me suck you ... I'd 
love to taste your cum, darling." She pulled him to her, her mouth settling 
firmly on his cock, drawing him fully into her lips. 

"Wow, she's taking it all the way in," Jerry said. "She's some cocksucker, 
isn't she Johnny? She'll just suck and suck until he cums and then she'll 
eat it all!" He climbed on the bed too, watching excitedly as Tim slid 
between his mother's lips. 

"OOOOOOooo, Mom! That's so good!" Tim babbled, running his fingers over his 
mother's face as she sucked him in. "I just love it when you suck me! I'm 
gonna cum in your mouth, and you're gonna eat my cum!" He began pumping 
vigorously ito her mouth, feeling her tongue rasping up and down his rigid 
shaft, swirling over the head. 

Johnny watched silently for a moment, his hand stroking his cock gently. 
Then he shook himself, clearing his head, and scrambled over between Susan's 
legs. "Gonna eat me some pussy," he announced, settling himself. "Oh boy, 
the juiciest cunt in town!" He lowered his head, sticking his tongue deep 
into Susan's cunt, licking out the traces of sperm still inside. 

"Wow, Tim, you should see this! Johnny's eating her out ... and he just came 
in there! He's eating his own cum," Jerry said, sliding over. 

"Yeah, he's eating mine too, 'cause I came in there just before he did," Tim 
grunted. He looked around over his shoulder briefly, looking at Johnny's 
dark head as it dipped into his mother's snatch. He shivered, faintly 
revulsed at the idea of eating her out down there, but determined to try it 
as soon as he could. 

Susan felt the hot rasp of Johnny's tongue snake into her cunt, and she 
shuddered in intense pleasure, sucking even more strongly at her son's cock. 
Her legs lifted accomodatingly, opening herself to the boy's mouth. She 
could hardly breathe, her heart pounding in excitement, her mouth stuffed 
with her son's cock! Her hips lifted, moving rhythmically, grinding her 
pussy into his face. 

Johnny dipped his tongue into the steaming well of her cunt, swirling it 
around inside, licking heartily at the dripping walls. He was innundated 
with pussy juice-he drank greedily, savoring the rich tang, stabbing again 
and again into the spongy flesh. His nose was buried in her steamy recesses, 
and the smell of her sex filled his nostrils. He groaned, his voice bubbling 
through the thick mucus that filled it, and settled his mouth over the whole 
of her vulva, sucking it in, chewing fiercely at her wet flesh. And Susan 
moaned too, smashing into his face, her legs trembling as she began to cum. 

"She's cumming! She's cumming in your mouth!" Jerry cried in wild 
excitement, leaning close to his brother. "Eat it! Eat her cum! Oh wow! I 
can see it coming out, it's all over your mouth! Eat it!" He reached down, 
running his hand over Susan's pumping pelvis, feeling through his fingers 
the intense convulsions of her muscles. 

Johnny raised his head, grinning at his brother, his mouth and chin smeared 
with pussy juice. "Want to try it?" he said hoarsely. "She's cumming a 
river!" 

Jerry bent down, pushing his brother aside, and stuck his face into the 
place Johnny had vacated, licking at Susan's bubbling hole, sucking it all 
in. As he cleaned her out, he shivered, his hand going automatically to his 
cock. Susan groaned again, raising her hips and preparing to let go another 
flood. Jerry raised his head. 

"I'm gonna put it in her," he announced. "I can't stand much more of this 
shit. I'm not gonna shoot off in my hand again!" He slid up, kneeling 
between her outspread legs, and introduced the head of his cock to her 
sloppy cunt, fitting it between the puffy lips and pressing in sharply. With 
a groan, he slid into the greased canal, his erect prick slicing easily into 
her quivering flesh. 

Susan groaned again. She had vaguely felt Johnny leave her cunt, and had 
been aware of a feeling of disappointment, for her body had been preparing 
to go off again! But Jerry's entrance took her completely by surprise! She 
moaned deep in her throat, almost choking on Tim's cock as the other boy 
thrust into her, his cock cleaving her dripping flesh like a knife. Her head 
spun, visions of her; earlier fantasy flashing through her brain. Cock in 
her mouth, in her cunt ... only one was missing to complete the vision. But 
she wasn't worried about that now! Her body lifted, her long legs wrapping 
eagerly around Jerry's buttocks as she drew him deeply inside her! 

Tim pounded on into his mother's mouth, his legs shaking with the effort. He 
was fucking blindly now, his balls slapping against her chin with each 
stroke. He heard the boys exchange places, and he glanced over his 
shoulder-right into Jerry's contorted face! Jerry gave a grin that was a 
grimace. 

"God! Hot cunt! Fucking her! Hot pussy," he grunted, pumping into Susan. 
"Gonna shoot in a minute! Too hot! Gripping me like a fist, man!" 

Tim shuddered, the utter lewdness of the situation flashing through his 
mind. He was pumping into his mother's mouth, his cock swollen with lust, 
while another boy was in her twat! They would both cum in her, filling her 
with their seed! He moaned in intense excitement, his hips slamming forward 
with a will of their own, the tension building in his balls until he thought 
they would burst! 

"OH FUCK! I'M GONNA CUM! IN YOUR MOUTH! OH MOM! HE'S IN YOUR CUNT! OH! I 
CANT ... I CANT GO ON! OOOHHHGGG! HERE IT COMES!" With a final thrust, Tim 
buried himself in his mother's mouth, his cock spurting and jerking, filling 
her throat with his cum. She choked and gagged, and then swallowed, her 
throat muscles working on his cock, milking him. 

"Oh Mom," Tim sighed. "Eat it, Mom! Eat my cum." He slumped forward onto her 
face, his heart beating rapidly, his body shaking with the aftermath of his 
orgasm. 

Johnny watched as Tim came. He was sitting on the bed, fondling his soft 
prick, watching his brother plow into Susan's cunt as her son filled her 
mouth. He grinned to himself proudly, feeling as if he had orchestrated the 
scene, and his dick twitched in his fingers. He looked down at it 
appraisingly, hoping it would erect again soon. He knew just what he wanted 
to do with it. 

Tim rolled off his mother's face, pulling his pecker from her sucking lips 
with a pop. She smiled vaguely at him, licking her lips, but her attention 
was concentrated on her cunt. Jerry was foaming and hunching between her 
legs, his buttocks working like pistons as he pounded towards orgasms. 

"Yeah, Jerry, do it! Fuck her! She's ready to go off again! Give it to her! 
Give her some cream! Cream for her pussy!" Johnny cried encouragingly to his 
brother. "Look at your Mom, Tim! She's really getting it on!" 

"OH YES! FUCK ME! FUCK MY PUSSY! FILL ME UP!" Susan yelled, her voice 
ripping through the air in a shrill scream. She writhed uncontrollably, her 
hips jerking unsteadily as she rose to meet each stroke of Jerry's cock. She 
was in a dream of lust now, her body acting completely independently of her 
mind, twisting and flopping on the bed as spasms wrenched through her. 

"I'M GONNA CUM! NOW! HERE IT COMES!" Jerry yelled without warning. He 
grunted feverishly, his fingers scrabbling at her rolling hips for balance 
as he smashed into her, his cum surging through the tube of his cock, 
bursting into her womb with the force of a gun shot! He twisted against her, 
screwing himself deep into the hole, almost sobbing as he poured his seed 
into her. He felt like his head burst along with his balls, driving out 
every thought but the elemental drive for orgasm! 

As Jerry's strokes slowed and finally quit, Susan trembled through the last 
stages of her orgasm. Then she opened her eyes, looking around dazedly. 
Jerry was slumped between her thighs, breathing heavily, and Johnny and Tim 
were sitting beside her, watching. She almost shut her eyes again at the hot 
glow in their young eyes. 

"Wow, that was beautiful," Tim said quietly. "You really came like a rocket, 
you know, Mom?" He stretched slightly, looking down at his cock and smiling 
ruefully. "Got it all hard again just watching." 

"Yeah, mine too," Johnny chimed in. "Hey, how about doing something about 
it?" He stroked his cock slowly, a grin tugging at his features. 

"Darling," Susan murmured. "Of course ... where wouldyou like it? My cunt? 
Or my mouth?" She closed her eyes slightly, smiling. She felt as if she were 
floating on a cloud, high above the room, looking down at her battered body 
lying on the tumbled bed. 

"Ass," grunted Johnny. "You had the ass yet, Tim? It's hot as shit, and a 
lot tighter than her cunt." 

"Yeah, I said I had," Tim answered casually. He looked at Johnny, amazed 
that his jealousy of the older boy was gone. They were just partners now, 
partners in an unholy trio. "Go on. She may be a little sore, so take it 
easy, huh?" 

"Aw, she can take anything we can give her," Johnny boasted. "Shit, didya 
see how she sucked you off and took on Jerry at the same time? Like she had 
two cunts. Well, she has three now." 

Susan opened her eyes. "Three cunts, and three cocks," she said softly. "A 
place for each...." She shivered, knowing now that this was what she needed. 
One cock was fantastic, but two were even better, and three! She smiled to 
herself. This surely would satisfy her, still the raging lust in her body. 
Since her first initiation into group sex, she had known deep inside that 
nothing else would do. She was too highly sexed for one man, and she had 
been deprived too long. Her body seemed to want to make up for lost time, 
all in the space of a few days! Susan groaned, testing her muscles-she was 
sore, and felt like she had been sat on, but her body was still aching for 
sex. Any kind, any where. 

"Come on, darling, put it in. Put it in my ass," she breathed, rolling onto 
her side. 

Johnny stroked his cock. This was even better than he had imagined! Far from 
rejecting the idea, Susan was welcoming him, presenting her ass to him 
eagerly. He shivered, kneeling behind her and running his hands over her 
creamy flesh, now marked with myriad red welts from his and Tim's fingers. 

"Wow, she looks like she's been in a war," Jerry said, his eyes wide. He had 
recovered somewhat from his orgasm, and was sitting on the edge of the bed 
watching. "Gee, I've never had her back there before. Could I have that next 
time?" His voice was wistful as he watched his brother part Susan's ass 
cheeks, exposing the tiny rose of her anus. 

"Sure. Look, we've got lots of time. Years," Johnny said matter-of-factly. 
"We can fuck her every day if we want to, so there'll be loads of time for 
you to have her shit hole. And you aren't ready right now." He bent down, 
licking at Susan's ass, running his tongue up and down the crack and 
punching it into the hole. 

"What're ya doing?" Tim asked in amazement. "I didn't see you do that 
before!" He leaned forward, fascinated. "Doesn't it taste awful?" 

"Naw, it ain't bad," Johnny grunted, raising his mouth from Susan's ass. 
"You gotta grease her a little back there so it'll go in easy. Some guys use 
Vaseline." He shook his head at Tim's ignorance and grinned hugely. "Hell, 
did you give her a dry run? Bet she musta screamed to high heaven!" He 
settled himself behind Susan, holding her wide with his hands, and fit the 
head of his cock against the hole. "Okay, baby, here it goes. Loosen up, 
'cause I'm going in!" 

Susan bent forward, her ass in the air, shuddering as she felt the tip of 
his cock. Her asshole twitched, and she pressed back against him, eager for 
him to plunge in and get the initial pain over with. "Go on! Do it," she 
urged in a low voice. "Shove your prick in my ass!" 

Johnny tensed his muscles, making them stand out like ropes on his lithe 
young body. He could feel the heat rising from her asshole in waves, bathing 
his throbbing prick, and he grunted, thrusting forward suddenly in a 
tremendous shove, slamming into her canal. Susan groaned, almost sprawling 
forward with the force of his stroke, but pressed back against him gamely, 
his dick sliding into her buttery ass! His balls banged against her ass, and 
he was all the way in! 

"OOO, that's good! Good! Now fuck me! FUCK MY ASS! I LOVE IT!" Susan cried, 
her hips grinding back against Johnny. His cock felt like a red hot poker in 
her vitals, and she moaned with mingled pain and pleasure, pushing back 
against him, feeling exactly as if she were about to shit. 

"Hot shit! I'm in! Wow, she's squeezing my dick with her fucking ass! It 
feels like it's about to come off in there!" Johnny cried lustily, stroking 
into her hot ass. He closed his eyes in ecstasy as feeling rushed through 
him, making his heart lurch in his chest. 

Tim watched in awe as his friend sliced into his Mom's ass. She sure wasn't 
fighting this time-she obviously loved it! Her hips were churning up and 
down, her whole body moving as she fucked back against the boy's prick. Tim 
wished that it was his prick in her ass. He could just feel her hot flesh on 
his cock, and he groaned in disappointment, staring down at his now erect 
rod, taking it between his fingers. He couldn't wait-he was going to have to 
do something. He looked at his mother consideringly-there was her mouth, and 
that was great, but he had just had it. Or her cunt. He squinted, trying to 
figure out how to get in, then scrambled over. 

"Hey! Johnny! Roll her on her side! I wanta fuck her cunt," the young boy 
said, his eyes gleaming. "We can fuck her at the same time...." 

Johnny shrugged, pulling Susan onto her side, his hands using her breasts 
like handles. "Like a sandwich, huh! Okay, Tim, put it in. But hurry up, 
man, she isn't gonna hold still very long!" 

Tim scooted up next to his mother, one hand sliding down to her cunt, 
thrusting inside her. She moaned, smiling at him encouragingly, and he fit 
the head of his dick at the opening, holding his breath as he pushed in. 

"It's too tight," he said in disappointment. "It'll never go in! You're 
stretching her too much in the ass." He pressed in slightly. 

"Go on! Shove it in," Susan whispered tensely, wildly excited. Her fantasy 
was becoming reality! She grunted, pressing down against Tim's cock, trying 
to suck it up inside her, and he pushed. Suddenly, he gave a shove, and it 
was in! In her cunt! She was stuffed, stem to stern with prick! 

"OOOHH I'M IN!" Tim yelled. "God! I can feel your cock in her ass!" He moved 
forward cautiously, felt her cunt give under him, and stroked more strongly. 
"Oh wow! This is fantastic!" He could feel Johnny's cock in his mother's 
ass, only seperated by a thin membrane, and it felt like they were fucking 
together, their cocks in one huge cunt! 

"Okay, let's fuck her now!" Johnny cried, drawing back and thrusting in 
vigorously. "I can feel your dick too, Tim! It's hard as a rock in her cunt! 
OH GOD! I can't stand it!" He shivered, beginning to pump steadily into her 
ass, and Tim stroked in unison. 

Susan was in heaven. A heaven of cock and cunt, tight stretched cunt, 
stuffed to the burning point! She felt like a sausage, stuffed at both ends, 
and she loved it! She loved it! She had never imagined anything could feel 
this good! She shuddered, her body seesawing back and forth between two 
cocks, one in her cunt, one in her ass, filling her up! 

"I love it! I LOVE IT! OH GOD! don't EVER STOP!" Susan moaned. Suddenly, her 
eyes fell on Jerry. He was watching in amazement, his eyes wide and his cock 
hard! Susan reached out for him, babbling. "In my mouth, darling! Put your 
prick in my mouth! All three of you in me!" 

Without hesitation, Jerry crawled across the bed to the three fuckers. He 
looked down at the tangle of bodies, and Tim moved back slightly. Jerry 
squeezed in, aiming his prick at Susan's mouth, and she took it in hungrily, 
greedily, slobbering as she sucked him in. 

"OHHH! SUCK IT! SUCK MY COCK!" Jerry moaned, hunching forward, pumping into 
Susan's mouth. He was immensely excited, turned on by watching the lewd 
scene, and he knew it wouldn't be long before he came! Nobody could hold off 
under circumstances like this! He pumped forward lustily, his cock slicing 
into Susan's wet mouth, his balls crushing against her chin. 

Susan almost choked in her excitement. This was it! Every available hole 
filled with prick! She shuddered, her body cresting easily into orgasm, her 
three orifices clamping hungrily on the boy's cocks! She wanted them to cum, 
now, not to wait any longer! 

Tim agreed. He was trembling on the brink of climax, and his eyes met 
Johnny's over his mother's shoulders. "Let's go! Let's fill her up with cum! 
She wants it now! She's cumming, I can feel her cumming!" 

Johnny nodded jerkily and began his final drive into Susan's ass. Her 
buttocks were shaking like Jello under him, and he could feel her powerful 
muscles pulling his prick! He thrust forward one last time, his cock 
beginning to spurt into the dank recesses of her asshole. 

"HERE IT COMES! HOT CREAM! IN YOUR ASS!" he yelled, his fingers clutching 
her wildly to his as he shot his load. 

"IN YOUR CUNT! CUMMING! AAAGGGHHH!" Tim responded, letting go, his prick 
spurting forth a stream of semen, splattering into his mother's hot cunt. 

As he heard the other boys let go, Jerry did too, with a sigh of relief, 
pumping a steady column of seed into Susan's mouth, grunting as she drank 
from his cock, her throat pressing against his shaft as she swallowed every 
drop. 

Susan flopped wildly. She was innundated with semen. Jerry filled her mouth, 
Tim her cunt, Johnny her ass, and she loved it! She could feel the hot flood 
battering at her from all sides, and she closed her eyes, almost swooning in 
delight as her orgasm broke over her. At last she was still, and the four 
just lay there for a moment, panting, their hearts still beating hard, their 
bodies sliding into the delicious afterglow of lust. 

Finally, Susan raised her head, letting Jerry's dick slide from her lips. 
She smiled down at her three lovers, thinking again how lucky she was to 
have such virile lovers to take care of her needs. Maybe between the three 
of them, they could keep her happy and contented. Anyway, she certainly 
planned to try at every opportunity! 

"Wow, Mom, that was too much," Tim groaned, slipping out and lying on his 
back. "Shit I wish I didn't hafta go to school tommorrow. I'd like to just 
fuck all the time." 

"Yeah, teacher! How 'bout it?" Johnny said joking. "We could just hold class 
here every day! I bet we could learn a lot more than at school!" 

Susan smiled at them, realizing again how young they were. "I wish we could 
too, darlings," she said softly. "But we're going to have to keep up 
appearances. Maybe someday, people can just do what they want, but not now. 
But we'll have lots of time together, I promise. This is the most important 
thing in the world to me now." She sighed softly, remembering the wild 
events of the last few days, thinking how it had all turned out for the 
best. She smiled, content. 


THE END
