Her name was Edna White. She was thirty-five years old, unmarried, a junior high school teacher of considerable ability, pretty in an unpretentious way, totally uninterested sexually in men her age, but inordinately fond of young boys. Because of her job, she had to take great pains to protect herself. It would be totally unthinkable to let it get around that she had an almost compulsive need to be fucked by fourteen-year-old boys. Fifteen-year-olds and sixteen-years-olds were acceptable to her, even the seventeen-year-olds on occasion, but she most definitely preferred the younger cocks. There was something about a fourteen-year-old boy, no matter what he looked like, that turned on Miss Edna White to the point where she was ready and eager to do anything sexual to and with him. Of course this had to be done discreetly, preferably after dark, at her home or some other such place where no one would be apt to discover them as she fucked and sucked the boy half out of his mind.
School was out. It was the latter part of the month of June… and Edna White had a throbbing pussy.
She stood on the porch of her small home on the outskirts of town and stared at the cars passing by, her mind working hard on a solution to her present problem – how to entice a young boy into her home before the day came to an end. She had no idea of how long she stood there – time had a way of marching swiftly by when Edna was caught up in the grip of cock fever. Finally, however, she turned to enter the house and at the same time she heard a car pull into her driveway. Turning around, she stared at the car as it came to a halt and a young boy climbed out of it. Her tongue ran across her full lips as she looked him up and down. The boy was a stranger to her – she was sure she had never seen him at school, and this was excellent for she preferred boys from schools other than her own. He was blond, about five feet ten inches tall and of medium build. As he strode toward the porch, Edna White sucked in air quickly. He had a decided sexy look about him that was quickly apparent to her experienced eyes.
He stopped just short of the first step of the porch, looked up at her and smiled warmly. He was, she thought, a very handsome youngster.
"Hello," he said. "I'm looking for a summer job. Have you any lawn work… or anything… I could do?" His eyes were very blue and his gaze direct.
Edna smiled down at him in just the right manner; friendly without being too friendly immediately; prettily without seeming too flirtatious; sensuously without permitting it to be brazen. "Come inside," she invited, taking care to sound quite proper. "Let's talk about it. As a matter of fact, I've been looking for someone to do lawn work, shrubbery trimming, that sort of thing." She opened the door and stepped inside the house, while he caught the door and held it for himself as he entered. She had the air conditioning on and was glad of it – it gave her a reason to close the front door and lock it, which she did without the boy noticing it.
"Sit down, please," she said to him, indicating a chair that rested directly in front of the sofa, which she went to quickly and sank down on the plump cushions, taking care that her skirt crept up considerably on her shapely thighs so that he might view her body better. She took note of the quick movement of his eyes as his glance was directed toward her thighs, saw him avert his eyes as he flushed ever so slightly, saw him breathe deeply and attempt to regain control over himself. She was pleased that he did so almost immediately.
"Did you want someone to work one day a week, or what?" he asked, apparently making a strong attempt to look her directly in the eyes and not permit himself to dart another glance at her revealed legs.
"I would think that three or four days a week for a while would be more suitable. I have… many things for you to do, you see." Edna kept her voice pitched low, but did not attempt any sexual innuendoes just yet. She had to find out a few things about him first, had to study him as well.
He was nodding his head as he leaned forward resting his tanned young arms on his widely spread legs. "I'd be glad to work as much and as often as you want me to, ma'am." He coughed slightly. "I'll do anything to you, ma'am… excuse me, I didn't say it right. I meant I'll do anything for you."
Edna leaned forward on purpose, turned slightly on the sofa and then sank back again swiftly. It was a move she had practiced often, for she knew it would cause her skirt to creep even higher on her thighs. It worked. Her skirt was now about as high as it would go, and since she was wearing only pantyhose and nothing else beneath the skirt, she knew the boy could see the outline of her puffy cunt.
From the expression on' his face, he had not only seen the outline of her cunt, but was quite excited about having seen it.
She teased him a little. "Is there something wrong?" Her eyes were riveted on his.
He returned her look. "No, ma'am. Nothing is wrong. By the way, my name is Rick Howard." He looked hopefully at her.
"Oh, I'm sorry," she apologized. "I'm Miss White. Miss Edna White. I – er – live here alone." Somehow it seemed important that she get this fact across to him in a hurry.
He smiled quickly, revealing his white teeth again. "I'll do a good job on you… I mean on your lawn, Miss White."
She pondered these two apparent slips of the tongue. Was he sharper than she was giving him credit for being? Was he, too, playing a little game… with her. She decided to make an overt statement, one that she could draw back from if necessary. "Rick," she said, "I'm sure you will do a good job… on me." She glanced down at the carpet on purpose, but only for an instant, just long enough for him to register a reaction to her words, but not too long for her to glance back up at him quickly and catch his response.
The look on his face, she noted with pleasure and excitement, was one of complete and utter lust.
He was hooked.
She didn't bother to discuss the details of the so-called job. Instead, she asked him where he lived, the words tumbling out of her mouth quickly. When he told her he lived in the next town, she informed him he could have the job at ten dollars a day. Having done this, she quickly stood up and lifted her skirt over her hips as if she were trying to straighten it. She held it high as she glanced down at herself deliberately, then reluctantly allowed the skirt to drop into place.
The boy was on his feet, his eyes extremely odd looking. He was breathing rather fast, she noted.
"Rick," she said decidedly, "will you do me a very great favor, please?" She glanced at him almost primly. It was good to glance at a boy in this fashion when you had something important to ask him, she had long ago discovered.
"Sure," he replied. "Anything you want."
She half dropped her eyelids and turned sideways so that he might take note of her full tits. Edna knew she was sexy looking. She had never doubted her ability to attract a boy. The only thing that ever concerned her was that she might someday choose the wrong type of boy, mistakenly, and that he would react horribly – that is, turn and run from her, yelling at the top of his lungs perhaps. Such a scene would be hideous.
"Rick," she said softly, "did you say anything I want?"
"Yes, Miss White. I'll do anything for you. After all, you've just hired me to work for you all summer." "Anything, Rick?" she asked again, eyeing him lustfully now and not caring that he saw the look in her eyes, the expression on her face.
His cheeks reddened slightly, but he did not flinch at her gaze. "Yes, Miss White… I'll do anything to you… I mean for you."
Edna slowly removed her blouse and tossed it over a chair. She unhooked her bra and with what she knew was a tantalizing slowness, pulled it free of her body. Her pretty, round tits tumbled into the boy's view even as she heard him gasp. "Rick," she said, her eyelids almost closed now, "will you please fuck me?"
He stood quietly in the middle of the room as she went close to him and dropped to her knees before him. Her hand shaking slightly, she reached for the tab on his zipper, found it and carefully pulled it down. She could not help noticing that he was already very hard – his cock was pushing outward against his pants, making a very obvious bulge at his crotch.
"Are you going to suck it?" he asked, his voice sounding strained and tight.
"If you wish me to, Rick. I'll suck it awhile and then you can get on top of me and shaft me." Oh, how she loved to speak in this manner to a young boy. Quite unlike the manner she had to use when speaking to young boys in school. "Would you like to shaft me, Rick?" she asked, taking great pleasure in murmuring the words seductively.
"Sure," he replied, obviously gulping as he spoke, though she was not looking up at his face now and could not see what he was doing. Her eyes were riveted on the protrusion just above his crotch. "Sure," he repeated. "I'd like to do… it to you… you sure are some woman, ma'am. You shook me all up there for a few moments."
Shakingly, Edna snaked her hand inside the boy's pants and wrapped her slim fingers about his fat cock. She almost drew her fingers back in shock because of the intense heat of the tool. As she wrapped her fingers about his throbbing prick, she took note of the fact that it was much hotter than any cock she had held before. She wondered about this a little, but not for long. An intense longing had come over her, and she knew she would fulfill it.
His cock out of his pants now, held firmly in her small hand, she parted her red lips and thrust her mouth over the head. The moment he felt his cock being sucked, he apparently became frantic, and grabbing her head, he began to fuck it off into her mouth.
She pulled away and as she did so, the jerking prick struck her repeatedly on the cheeks, the nose, the chin. Oh, it was all too wonderful, she felt, too wonderful to be true. But it was true and the more she held her lips back from his wildly thrusting cock, the more he tried to ram it down her throat. Edna was so excited and hot that she was already having miniature orgasms, one following on the heels of another in devastating fashion. Grabbing his trousers at the waistband – he was not wearing a belt – she yanked down hard on them, while at the same time he crashed down on top of her, his cock flailing wildly in the general direction of her lips. Somehow, she managed to pull his pants down to his knees, while a moment later removing her skirt and pantyhose with one hand, and then spreading her legs far apart and forcing him to pump his prick lower down, towards her cunt. His cock was so hard that when it stabbed fiercely at her cunt region, it actually caused pain there. She had to grasp it firmly and steer the wildly agitating cock into her juicy pussy lips. He shot it into her all the way to the hilt. The boy had a long, slim cock, and she had no difficulty in wrapping her cunt lips about it tightly and clasping it in a perfect frenzy of rapture. He battered her body as only young boys can do, with a lightning speed and a penetration that was complete with every sharp stroke. Edna had another series of quick, little orgasms that left her gasping for air, while pumping her cunt up and down on the boy's swollen, dripping cock. She drained him of every drop. The length of time he required to cease squirting into her cunt was almost unbelievable. This boy was no masturbator, she told herself. She knew about young boys, knew which ones were heavy masturbators, which ones were not. This kid had, up to now, pretty much kept his hands off his genitals, she knew. For the obvious reason, this pleased her. It was nice to think you were getting perhaps sixteen years of boy cock juice.
Even though his hot offering had ceased now, he continued to fuck her, his cock shooting in and pulling out of her at a terrific rate of speed. Oddly enough, it was now that she had her greatest orgasm, the spasm being so great that had she not had his hot, young body on top of hers, she would have doubled up and perhaps screamed with ecstasy. As it was, she simply screamed and then lay limply beneath his steamy young body.
"My God," she murmured in abandon. "Is he going to fuck me forever?"
His naked young body continued to pump away at her clutching cunt and in a very short space of time he was once again pouring his scalding goo into her. Again she had an enormously satisfying orgasm, and again she screamed while she was achieving it, not loudly, but more of a whimpering scream. The boy appeared to pay no attention to this. He seemed to pay no attention to anything other than the business at hand – his obviously frantic desire to keep on with his fucking movements, to once again bring the love juice to the tip of his cock and explode within her cunt depths.
Although Edna was already gratified, she was hoping he could once again manage to bring it off. She knew it was often difficult for a male to blow three times in a row, but young boys were different from older men. Young boys seemed to have an unlimited amount of sexual energy. There had been one boy who had fucked her seven times without "uncunting" – a word she had later devised to describe his activity when thinking about it in retrospect.
Now she pressed her hands, palms downward, on his bare ass, the better to hold him in place on top of her slippery, perspiration-dampened flesh. She wrapped her legs around his, hooking her toes underneath his calves for a firmer grip. Finding his mouth with her lips, she began to kiss the boy passionately as he fucked her with that kind of wild, reckless fury that only young boys seem to possess. God, how wonderful it was to have a youngster on top of her nude body, pumping a swollen cock into her cunny. This was what she had wanted so very much and how fortunate she was that this boy had happened by to ask for a job. Why had he come here to her place? Had he known she was a woman living alone? Had he, perhaps, heard stories about her from other young boys? Although she doubted this, it was, of course, a possibility.
"Oh, dear," she sighed, pulling her lips from his. "Are you really going to fuck me forever?"
The boy acted as if he had not heard her question, although actually it had not been meant as a question. He placed his hands under her ass and clutched the cheeks there fiercely as he kept on with his furious fucking movements, his cock going into her deeply with every fast, brutal stroke.
"Oh, dear," she sighed again, her voice shaking, for she was having still another orgasm. "You are going to kill me, fucking me this way. Oh, I love it so."
The boy blew off in her at that precise moment and she once again thrilled to the touch of his stabbing cock as it erupted, giving off its content of thick, hot love juice. "Oh… Jesus… " he cried – the first words he had spoken since she had steered his prick into her cunt. His prick squirted once more, the boy shuddered, and then ceased to move in her. He lay still on top of her, his entire weight resting on her, for apparently, he was too tired to hold himself up now. Edna didn't mind, though she, too, was very tired. It was nice having this hot young boy, nude and sweaty, on top of her. It was more than nice – it was heavenly. She wondered just how long his cock would remain hard inside of her and when minutes had passed and it showed no sign of going soft, she sighed and patted his ass gently.
"You are a very good fucker, Rick," she told him gently.
"You're… awful good… yourself," he gasped.
"Tell me," she asked softly, "doesn't it ever go soft on you?"
He gave a short, soft chuckle. "Sure it goes soft but not when I got it stuffed up the cunt of a lovely lady like you."
Edna nodded her head. The boy was smart. He knew how to talk to a woman. "Thank you, dear," she said.
"I think I could fuck you all night long, Miss White," he told her. "You don't mind my saying that word, do you?"
"No. I love to hear you say it. Say it again, Rick."
"Fuck? That the word you want to hear?"
"Use it in a sentence," she urged, her passion rising again.
"I like to fuck you, Miss White. You fuck real good."
"Thank you, Rick," she said softly. She was silent for a moment. Then she continued. "My, we got acquainted quickly, didn't we, dear?"
He raised up a little, looked down at her and grinned. "Yes, we sure did, Miss White. I – I liked it, too. I mean I liked the way you… well… the way you handled me."
Edna was pleased that he would say this for it was true that she had "handled" him. "Thank you, Rick. You're a nice boy. I enjoy having your prick rammed up my cunt. I can't understand what's keeping it so hard, however."
"You are, Miss White. You're a real keen-looking girl."
Edna was human. She loved being called a girl. "Do you want to rest awhile and then… have me suck your prick?" She kissed the side of his face as she breathed the words.
"Want me to pull it out and turn around and stab it into your mouth?" he asked, his voice sounding lustful.
She bit her lips lightly and smiled tiredly. "Wouldn't you like to kiss me… you know… while I suck you?"
"You want me to lick your cunt, Miss White? With my tongue?"
Edna smiled and felt the old excitement returning all over again. "Yes, with your tongue, Rick. Think you'd like to try it?"
"Sure, I will. Tell you what, Miss White. I'll lap your cunt for a while and you take some more rest. Okay?"
"That would be… fine, Rick." My, what a hot young boy he was. Extraordinary!
He pulled his cock out and crawled backwards on his hands and knees and then dropped flat on his stomach, his face buried in her crotch. Edna closed her eyes to better appreciate the "feel" of it and when his tongue began to lightly caress her sensitivity, she had a quick, savage orgasm.
"Oh, my goodness," she breathed, "you make me so terribly, wonderfully hot. What is it about you?"
He did not answer her. Instead, he stopped his tonguing briefly, turned his body around so that he was on his hands and knees, his legs straddling her upper body. She saw his head shoot down to her crotch and once again felt his darting, wet tongue as he "puppy-dogged" her eagerly. His ass was directly in front of her face. She wished she could kiss his ass, but trying to rise up with him straddling her, required more strength than she seemed to possess. He, of course, was so busy going down on her that he did not notice her attempt to kiss his ass. Finally, the simple solution came to her mind much in the manner that many simple solutions to problems do – last of all. Grasping his waist with either hand, she pulled her head up close to his ass, and with her heart pounding dreadfully, she kissed his anus repeatedly.
"Jesus," he cried out, stopping his cunt sucking for the moment. "Do that again, please," he begged her, and resumed tonguing her cunt.
"Oh, isn't this beautiful," she murmured softly, almost to herself, and tried to get her head underneath his crotch so she could kiss his balls and prick. "I can't reach them," she whispered. "I just can't reach them."
As if he heard her and understood, he lowered his loins a little and when he did this, she managed to kiss his balls and after adjusting her body a little, got first one and then the other into her mouth to suck briefly. Now, she wanted to suck his cock, but it was out of reach until he lay down flat, his legs shooting back and straddling her head marvelously.
"Ah," she cried softly. "Give it to me, honey."
He lifted his body slightly, pushing his prick backward a little until she caught the end of it with her tortured lips. As he continued to lick and suck her cunt, his cock entered her mouth and she felt him growing large there. She struggled to breathe properly, finally managed to control herself correctly, and proceeded to lightly suck his swollen tubing.
"Jesus, that feels great," he cried, his words coming out thickly. "Suck me off, Miss White, oh, Jesus, suck me off."
Edna White had every intention of doing exactly that. His prick was so hard and long and slim and lovely… she could have sucked on it for a week. His bare legs pressed against her head and she could smell the scent of his flesh as well as that of his genitals, the mixture of the two being a maddeningly wonderful thing. She sighed even as she sucked and then she grasped the cheeks of his ass and gripped them fiercely, hanging onto him in this manner as she moved her head up and down, her lips tightly sucking the boy's tool. Suddenly she remembered something and began to work her lips back and forth in a suctioning manner. She had done this before, always with beneficial results and this time was no exception. The hot boy on top of her began to moan ecstatically, began to fuck her mouth with his rod, never ceasing for one moment the maddeningly wonderful honey-dipping job he was doing in her slit.
"Oh, dear… my goodness," Edna murmured, her words sounding thick and garbled because of the cock in her mouth. "What a hot, young thing he is. He's fucking my mouth… how lovely." As if realizing that it was somewhat silly for her to be talking to herself at a time like this, she stopped it and concentrated on taking the darting tube.
For the fifth time she had a wildly exhilarating orgasm and, as if the boy somehow realized this and wished to make her moments better ones, he went off in her mouth with all the force of a small Niagara. The hot come struck the roof of her mouth and she was obliged to swallow very quickly for he continued to fill and refill her mouth repeatedly. She had just time to ask herself one question: "Where does he get all of this substance – is he superhuman?"
It was two days later and Edna White was standing on her front porch again, wondering this time what was keeping the boy, Rick, from putting in an appearance. He had promised her he would be at her house shortly after dusk. It was now almost dark and he was nowhere in view. Edna knew a great longing for a few moments. What if he never came back to her? What would she do? What could she do? Would she have to simply forget him and look for another hot, young boy?
"I don't want to do that," she said softly. "This boy is too good. He is the best I've ever taken."
She sighed and stared out at the road. Only a few cars passed by, for this was not a well-traveled highway, but only a short, side road, on which lived only a dozen or so families. She had picked out this house for that very reason – Edna White did not want many neighbors and especially she did not want others living close to her. Turning about, she entered the house and closed the screen door. It was not a hot day. Neither was it too cool. The temperature was just right – for sex.
"Why doesn't he come?" she asked herself aloud, but softly. "I'm so hot for him. I swear, I'll half kill him with love if he ever arrives." It occurred to her that he very possibly had had trouble in getting the car. Perhaps his parents had wanted to use it. Maybe they had taken it and… well, maybe a lot of things. The point was… the boy wasn't here, and while she had only been with him the one time, that one time had been so magnificent that she had thought about it and dreamed about it for the past forty-eight hours. That pretty, long, slim prick, the way it had felt stabbing deeply into her cunt. She shuddered delightfully now, as she recalled the way he had used it in her. The boy was gifted, no mistake about it. He was sexually gifted as are few men, she thought. Edna was pretty much forced to conjecture on this last thought, for she had not been out with a sufficient number of grown men to really know. Always, she had had this overpowering urge for young boys; even as a young girl she had eyed boys that were not yet ready to partake of sex, though at the time she had not been quite aware of this.
She went to her bedroom, removed all her clothing and put on a skimpy bikini, which she seldom, if ever, wore at the beach. She kept it at home for the purpose of studying her mirrored reflection when she wore it. Sometimes it helped her to look at her body in a mirror while she was naked, but at other times it reassured her to see her reflection clothed in some manner. Edna recognized that these things were simply little quirks she had. She enjoyed her quirks because they were hers and hers alone.
Her bikini on, she stood before a full-length mirror and looked at her body with pleasure. She knew she had a lovely body and while she was not conceited about it, she took great pride in knowing that she could drive a young boy half-crazy with desire any time she wished to do so. All she needed, of course, was the presence of the young boy, in this case, one Rick Howard. Sighing slightly, she deliberately pushed the lower part of her bikini down until the top edge of her pubic hair was revealed. Edna loved to do this – it seemed so terribly and beautifully vulgar. She smiled at her reflection, as with hands on hips, she shot her loins forward and purposely indulged in what she considered to be a degraded look. This was great fun, although a little startling at times. Sometimes it made her wonder if there might not be something terribly evil about herself, but what greater fun could there be than the contemplation of this, while at the same time being able to recognize that the feeling was one of simple nonsense.
Or was it?
At any rate, Edna smiled again, withdrew from the mirror and walked into the front room. Her heart nearly leaped out of her when she saw the boy, Rick, standing at the front door, his hands shading his eyes as he attempted to see through the screen of the door into the room.
Edna ran to the door, unlocked it and pulled him into the room. She got him away from the door and threw her arms about him, kissing his mouth hungrily while allowing her hot loins to press eagerly against his front. She felt the hardness spring up between them immediately and was delighted beyond measure.
"Oh, Rick," she sighed, releasing his lips long enough to speak. "I thought you weren't coming to fuck me." When she uttered the four-letter word, she felt his cock spring up even farther. "Oh," she gasped. "You're ready for it, aren't you, baby?" She did not even realize she had used the word "baby." It was not the type of word she generally included in her workaday vocabulary, except of course, during moments of high sexual exhilaration. At such times, Edna White was apt to say anything or do anything.
"Sorry I'm late," he told her, grinning slightly. "But I couldn't get the car started. Rotor busted."
Edna didn't know what a rotor was and she couldn't have cared less. Pushing herself away from him, she stood with one knee bent in front of the other, well aware that the top edge of her pubic hair was visible. She saw his eyes dart down to the spot, saw the spot of red in his cheeks, the glint in his young, blue eyes.
"God, you're a hot sight," he muttered. "I haven't been able to get you out of my mind for… how long has it been since we fucked and sucked each other – a week or so?"
"Two days," she answered, loving the language he had used. It was so thrilling, so exhilarating to hear a young boy use such words in her presence. "Two days," she repeated, "and I'll bet I have fucked you fifty times in my imagination during that time."
His eyes gleamed again. "Boy, when you talk that way, I… I… just about go off in my pants. Why don't you take off your bikini and let me stick it into you?"
She sensed immediately that this was an excellent time to play with him a little, not physically necessarily, but mentally. "Oh, my goodness," she cried in mock dismay. "Does boy have stiff cocky… and does he need to ram it up lady's twat?" She smiled coyly when she spoke, hoping he would understand she was indulging in the language of sex-play.
Apparently he did, for he ran his hand over his cock, almost in a caressing manner and looked at her lustfully, even as he grinned. "Yes, boy has stiff, very stiff cocky, and he wants very much to ram it up lady's twat. He wants very much to ram it up her asshole, too, and to stuff it down her throat. He wants to suck her cunt till she goes half nuts and blows off like a bomb. He… "
"Come here," she interrupted, pulling off her bra and tossing it aside. Her tits tumbled into full view and they had the desired effect on him just as she knew they would.
His eyes bulged slightly. "You know," he said with surprising quietness, "you have the cutest tits in the state." The bulge of his eyes lessened somewhat, but a stream of saliva drooled from his lips in an exciting way. It was exciting because she was certain he was not aware of it.
"Thank you, Rick," she replied. "And you have the nicest cock in the country."
He grinned. "Mind if I take it out and point it at your tits?"
She grinned. "Please… do so… please point your cock at my tits."
He unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock and holding it in his hand, he came close to her and ran it over her belly. A bead of fluid appeared in the little opening at the end and this dribbled onto her flesh, causing her to shiver with delight. She sat down on a chair quickly and he began to rub his stiffened cock across her tits lightly. The sensation of it was wonderful, she thought. She closed her eyes and felt him slapping her tits with his cock. This almost made her scream with delight. God, what a hot thing he was! He was almost as much of a hot fuck as she was, she was beginning to realize. How lucky she was to have him here.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a sudden discharge from his cock. The hot, thick cream struck her titties and ran down between them, going all the way to her navel, stopping there briefly, and as she waited almost breathlessly, resumed its travels and ran down into her slit.
"Wow," Edna White cried almost without knowing she had uttered the word.
"Wow, yourself," he cried back. "Do you see what you do to me now? I just touch you with my cock and… zap!… I blow off on you."
Edna opened her eyes quickly. "You didn't lose it all, did you, dear?" She did not know it of course, but there was a look of alarm in her eyes.
He smiled tightly. "Hell, no. I got lots more where that came from."
Edna was feeling more and more on the wild side. She wanted to say something to him that would really set him up. Quickly, it came to mind and she spoke the words, meaning them. "Rick, baby, jack off on my titties, please?" The word "please" came out sounding like a begging question.
He sucked in air greedily. "That's the hottest thing I ever heard anyone say, ever. Will you say it again, Miss White?"
She closed her eyes tightly. "Please, Rick, baby, jack off on my titties."
"Tell you what," he said, his words nearly tumbling out one on top of the other. "Lie down on the floor and let me sit on your tummy. I won't sit heavy on you. That way I can… Wait a minute – I have a better idea! Would you like to jack me off? Let it fly on your tits, I mean?"
Edna got off the chair and lay down on the floor quickly. Once, she was flat on her back, her bare tits standing straight up, she closed her eyes again and waited for him to mount her. She gasped when she felt his bare flesh, which meant he had quickly removed his pants and undershorts. Sighing, she waited for him to adjust his position and then… she felt him slapping her tits with his cock again, as he had done previously. This time the effect was even more startling, for she felt "trapped." She was on her back, he was above her, sitting on her belly lightly, holding her down with one hand pressed against her right shoulder as he continued to slap her tits with his rock-hard tool.
"Oh, I like that so much," she murmured. "How nice to be beaten with a cock."
He sucked in air audibly. "I never saw anyone like you before in my life… you must be the hottest woman alive."
"If I am, it's because of you, Rick. You make me this way." This wasn't altogether true, for she had been devastatingly hot many times with many boys, but she did have a certain special feeling with Rick.
"Would you like to kiss my cock?" he asked after a few moments of tit-slapping. "I like it when you wrap your hot lips around the end and then go all the way down on it."
"If you don't want to jack off on my tits, now, Rick, I'll be glad to suck you off. I want to do everything I can to please you."
"And that's the same way I feel about you," he blurted. "That's because I think you're so great."
"Slide up a bit and stick your cock between my titties. Hold them together and make a kind of cunt out of them. Then I want you to poke your prick between my lips. With my tits and my lips I think I can induce you to go off in me, dear."
He laughed. "Induce me to go off! Doesn't take much inducement. All it takes is for you to let me touch you, Miss White."
She enjoyed hearing him call her Miss White. She was so accustomed to this in school so that when he addressed her in this same way while slapping her tits with his cock, it made her feel wonderfully sinful which, in turn, was deliriously satisfying to her.
"Place your cock between my titties now," she told him as she held her tits together. When he rammed his cock between them, she held her tits tightly together and as the end of his tube poked at her lips, she thrust her head forward as much as possible, her lips parted, her eyes open for the moment. As soon as she had her lips wrapped about his hot, rubbery tool, she again closed her eyes and allowed him to tit-and-lip-fuck her.
Ah, it was wonderful!
The taste of his prick was pleasant, thrilling, exhilarating. The way he pumped in and out of her mouth through her titties was excitingly wild and unorthodox. Edna liked things to be unorthodox, things having to do with sex, especially. She despised things that were run-of-the-mill and ordinary. Thrills were what she was after and at the moment she was receiving them in abundant amounts. What a pity it was that a boy could not have two cocks so that he could use one in each end of a woman at the same time.
While her thoughts were so directed, he astonished her pleasantly by yanking his cock from her mouth, drawing it back through her tits and lowering his body down on hers so that he was now aiming his tool directly at her cunt. He immediately began to stab at her pussy lips frantically.
"Put it in, put it in, Miss White," he begged her. "I just got to have it in your cunt." He did not stop his stabbing movement but kept on with it as if obsessed.
She tried to grasp his poking cock but her saliva had made it slippery and each time she clutched at the darting tool, it slipped from her fingers. In desperation – for she wanted his cock in her as badly as he did – she grabbed him by the hips and using all of her strength as well as urging him to stop the movement, she managed to get her hand about his cock long enough to steer the head inside her cunt. When he felt the heat of her inner body enveloping his prick, he moaned and thrust forward in the manner of a bull in the field topping and servicing a cow. Edna gasped as she felt the long, hard, male tool shoot into her inner recesses. She spread her legs wide, the better to receive his batterings, for this was what he was presently engaged in doing – battering her cunt relentlessly. His cock was darting into her and flying out with such speed and friction, that she groaned with delight at the heavenly feeling it produced against her sensitivities.
"Oh, you bad boy, you," she moaned. "Fuck my cunt, fuck my cunt, you bad, bad boy, you." Saying this, she grasped him by the cheeks of his ass with all her strength and was gratified by hearing him cry out from the pain of it. "Come now," she went on, as if she were talking to a child in school. "Miss White wants you to please her. Miss White likes to have your hard rod tucked inside her aching cunt. Miss White insists that you blow off your hard rod into her aching cunt. Do you hear me, boy? Do you hear me?" She had no idea why she was talking in this manner, but later she thought it must have been because of her extreme passion, the kind of extreme passion that nearly drives a person out of his mind.
The boy kept on with his cock pumping, his prick going deeply into her cunt with every stroke and not once did he relent on the speed or depth of strokes. The friction of his rubbing cock deep within her was enough to really drive Edna out of her mind, and perhaps it did for a while, for later she realized that she had never before had such a wildly gratifying experience. This could have been a form of insanity, the temporary kind, the wonderful, sexual kind.
"You're a hot piece of ass, Miss White," the boy muttered thickly in her ear. "You've got the tightest, juiciest cunt I ever fucked."
She was pleased at hearing this. "And how many cunts have you fucked, boy?" she asked.
"Fucked a few, fucked a few," he muttered back at her. "You got the best one, though. Your cunt seems to be trying to jack off my cock when I fuck you. Jesus… you make me hot, Miss White." As he said this, he began to run his tongue over her forehead in such a way that she thought she was going to explode from the sheer pleasure of such a move.
"Oh, my God," she murmured. "I've had a lot of 'em on top of me, but I swear none have been as good as you, baby." She returned his wet kissing acts by running her tongue over his chin and finally his lips. Instantly their tongues came together and rubbed against each other, like two wildly excited animals. Edna had never before encountered this much passion in a boy.
"I like to fuck your cunt, Miss White," the boy above her struggled to say in her ear, in between the swipes at her skin with his slippery tongue. "Fucking you is the greatest sensation in the world."
"Oh, yes, fuck me, dear boy. I agree with you. fucking with you is the very best."
He thrust his hands under her ass and grasped her there just as fiercely as she was grasping the cheeks of his own ass. It was as if the two of them were trying to rip flesh off each other's butt, so great was their need of each other. "Pump your cunt, Miss White," he grunted. "Pump your cunt over my hard-on. I want you to jack me off with your twat."
Edna was slowly but surely losing her reason, she felt, the way this kid was treating her and talking to her. His cock seemed to be constantly growing, though she knew, of course, that this could hardly be true. A boy's prick had to stop swelling at some point.
Didn't it?
"Please go off in me," she heard herself begging him. "Please come in me, baby."
"All right, get ready to receive," he cried hoarsely and even though she found it difficult to believe, he actually speeded up his movements, poking his cock into her, then yanking it out of her, then darting it back inside, withdrawing again only to slam it in again all the way to the hilt.
Edna had two orgasms, one following quickly on the heels of the other. They were beautiful. She found, however, during the second spasm that it was becoming very hard for her to breathe properly. She momentarily forgot about the pounding cock that was practically tearing her up and concentrated on getting air into her lungs, which she did after a few hard tries. Then she turned her attention back to the almost excruciating intensity of the boy's fucking motion.
"Oh, it's so lovely," she moaned. "I think I'm going to go off again." She did, too. Her third orgasm hit her even harder than the first two had, and she was obliged to lessen her grasp on the cheeks of his ass. After all, a woman has only so much strength, no matter how hot she is, or how intensely she has been worked up. "Oh, it's so lovely," she repeated in his ear, only to feel his tongue wiping again across her face. This made her even hotter and she thought that surely this time she would lose all reason – the excitement was just too much for a woman to endure, too great for a human being to cope with indefinitely.
She did not have to cope with it indefinitely.
Only for about forty seconds.
Forty seconds while he emptied his inner body of the thick scaldings. Forty seconds while she received his burning, sticky offerings. What a beautiful forty seconds!
She could not find her bikini when she first looked for it, but finally saw it under the sofa where it must have been kicked while they were fucking on the floor. Leaving him lying there, but patting his ass affectionately before moving away from him, she went to her bedroom and from it stepped into the bathroom where she turned on the cold and hot water, adjusting the two until the temperature of the combination was to her liking. Stepping under the falling water, she let it refreshen her, reveling in the pleasure of it as this pleasure intermingled in her mind with the recollection of what had just transpired on the floor of her front room. That boy – he was simply unbelievable. His cock wouldn't quit on him, ever, she felt. She had known many young boys, but they had all been as nothing compared to this lad. There was something about secretly calling him a lad that made her quivery all over. God, how she liked feeling hot all over, even when the cool water was dashing upon her skin as it was now.
Soaping her skin lightly, she let the water wash it away, and a moment later she stepped out from under the shower, reaching back to shut off the water. Her back was turned to the bedroom door and she did not see him plunging straight at her nudity. She felt him, however. Oh, God, how she felt him when he almost brutally forced her to the floor of the shower – the water pouring down over both of them – and rammed his cock up her asshole all the way to the hilt.
He ass-fucked her for ten minutes.
At first, it hurt her terribly, but eventually she became used to the brutal battering of his prick as he went even deeper into her anus. Her main concern was in not drowning and once she moved her face away from the deepest pool of the water to a spot where she could breathe satisfactorily, she closed her eyes and actually enjoyed being fucked in the asshole, something she had never permitted to be done to her before. She had always been afraid of it, thinking with some degree of correctness, that the pain of being ass-fucked would be too great for her to really enjoy the brutalizing act. However, she did enjoy it. She enjoyed it tremendously.
And then he shot off his cock juice into her body, yanked his damaging cock from her hole, jumped to his feet and ran back to the living room, leaving her on the floor of the shower, her ass aching, her brain whirling, her body constantly being cleansed by the falling water.
He was gone from the house, his car was not in the drive when she appeared in the living room wearing only a robe. Her heart jumped as she saw his car was gone, but it was always this way with Edna White. Every young boy she had ever fucked had sooner or later got up and left her abruptly with no word of explanation. This threw her into momentary panic, always, but it soon disappeared, leaving her filled with wonder at the joys of sex experienced, but concerned that she might never again see the boy in question.
Edna White sighed, sank down on the sofa and drifted off into a light sleep.
She was awakened in the most delightful manner imaginable.
Rick, his blond hair spread out over her crotch, hiding it from view as it partially hid his fast-moving tongue and lips, was sucking her, working her cunt with a skill she would not have believed he possessed. His mouth was making an exciting slurping sound and Edna was not certain which turned her on the most – his actual sucking and kissing, the slurping sound, or the fierce manner in which his strong hands gripped her thighs, squeezing her flesh unmercifully hard. Surely he was going to pull her flesh away from her very bones the way he was gripping her legs.
"Oh…" she moaned. "That hurts… but it hurts so good, baby."
He bit her cunt around the edges of the puffy lips, also a new experience for her. It frightened her, but only for a moment, probably because he stopped doing it and resumed darting his tongue in and out of her slit with expertise.
"Oh," she moaned again. "You suck a cunt so well, baby."
He said nothing but grabbed her quickly and pulled her roughly from the sofa to the floor, atop his own body, her cunt over his face. She didn't resist him in any way and the next thing she knew, he had turned her body around so that she was sitting on his face – his tongue had never stopped darting in and out of her box – and he was pressing her head downward. She understood what he wanted and lay down on him, her cunt still over his fast-working lips and tongue, but with her own lips now near his quivering, wet cock. Sighing happily, with sensation after sensation passing through her nervous system, she parted her moist lips and took in his swollen cock. The moment her lips fastened themselves about his tube, he shot his hips up frantically and it was with a great degree of difficulty that she managed to force him to hold his hips down to the floor. Edna loved being mouth-fucked, but this time, while he tongued her off, she wished to French him in her own manner and to her own satisfaction, without regard to his enjoyment of it. This was not selfishness or lack of consideration on her part – it was simply a type of passion that is most effective, for it conveys its purpose immediately – hot consummation, quickly.
She went on down, taking her own sweet time about it and dearly loving every thrilling moment of it. Repeatedly, he tried to outfuck her, but she held his hips down by leaning on them with her forearms as she continued to enjoy the boy's rubbery, warm cock as it passed over her lips and tongue in just exactly the manner she wanted.
He flew off in her but she did not stop. Swallowing his thick, hot fluid and marveling at the amount of it as she had previously, she sucked him as before, with the exception that now she was using longer strokes, going from the very tip of his cock down all the way, until her teeth picked up bits of his hair, which she spit out repeatedly. Edna didn't mind this. In fact, she loved it. It helped her to realize that she had a young boy's cock between her lips, if she needed help in this respect, which was doubtful.
She moved her lips momentarily. "I could suck your cock forever, boy," she murmured, meaning it.
"Blow it off again, blow it off again," he begged, his words almost unintelligible because his mouth was buried so deeply in her slit.
She obliged him by increasing her sucking speed but still keeping it at a pace where she enjoyed it the most and when she felt his body stiffening and beginning to jerk, she prepared herself mentally to receive his hot offerings. He squirted off into her mouth with considerable force and all the time he did this, she continued with her slow, careful, sucking movements, applying actual suction to the end of his cock. This was apparently extremely pleasing to the boy, for he shot off again and again and finally ceased altogether, but when she still sucked his cock, he once again blew in her and she gratefully swallowed his milk.
Strangely, she had not had an orgasm all during this particular sexual act.
"Maybe I'm getting too much of it," she murmured, hardly noticing him as he sprang to his feet and ran to the front door. It was now that she noticed, almost for the first time, that he was fully dressed, save for a shirt. This was also funny. Funny in the sense that it was odd. She had sucked him off and hadn't noticed he was wearing pants. Edna got to her feet, stretched her arms high above her head and looked at him. He appeared to be gesturing to someone outside. Immediately, she called sharply to him, asking him what he was doing, but before he could answer or before she could move, another boy stepped into the room. Edna ran from the room quickly, drawing her robe about her body. Closing the door of her bedroom, she leaned against it, her heart thumping crazily. What did Rick mean by inviting the other boy to her house? He had no right to do that. She hadn't recognized the other boy, but this didn't mean he didn't know her as Miss White of the local teachers.
"Damn," she muttered. "How will I handle this?"
A moment later, as if in answer to her question, there was a light knock on the door.
"Yes," she called through the door. "Is that you, Rick?" It sounded idiotic, but for the life of her she could think of nothing better. She noticed her hands were shaking.
"Miss White," Rick called. "May my friend, Bud, and I come into your room? The two of us want to fuck you at the same time… one at each end."
Edna caught her breath. "Will you say that again, please," she intoned.
"My friend, Bud. He and I want to two-fuck you. Is that okay with you, Miss White? I mean can you handle two young boys at once, one at each end, pumping cock juice into you?"
Edna White, schoolteacher, moved slightly away from the door and reaching back, turned the knob. The door flew open and she saw two naked boys, with hard-ons, staring at her opened robe lustfully.
"How about it, Miss White?" Rick asked huskily. "Think you can take two young cocks at the same time?"
Edna threw off her robe and walked to her bed and sprang upon it, lying flat on her back, her lips parted, her legs wide. "Come here, boys. Both of you. Get on the bed and have at me. One in my cunt, one in my mouth. I'll take all the cock the two of you can throw at me. I love cocks," she added fiercely. "I love cocks more than anything else on earth." She. had completely forgotten to be careful in the presence of a strange boy. Anyway… fall term was quite a long way away… and even if this new kid might quite possibly be one of her new students, he wasn't one now.
Was he?
Or would she, perhaps, teach him a few things the moment he began to move his cock in her body? This would make him a student, in a sense. Edna laughed softly at the thought as the two hot youngsters leaped onto her bed and proceeded to stab her with their cocks, the new boy in her cunt, and Rick in her mouth. She decided swiftly that she wanted it the other way around. Telling them this, she pushed them away as best she could. They seemed not to care one way or the other and in no time at all they had reversed their positions and she was sucking the new boy's swollen cock while accepting the rough, brutal stabbings of Rick's prick in her dripping cunt.
Rick stopped abruptly and withdrew his cock.
"What is it?" Edna asked, removing her lips from the new boy's prick.
"Positions are wrong. Miss White, you get up on your hands and knees and straddle Bud so you can suck him. Bud, you put a pillow under your butt so Miss White can reach you without breaking her neck." Bud did this and lay flat on his back while Edna crawled over him on her hands and knees, her ass facing toward the foot of the bed. "Now then," Rick went on, "I'll get behind you, Miss White, and dog-fuck you." He got behind her, grasped her hips powerfully in his strong, young hands and sank his shaft up her cunt as far as it would go. Edna felt, for all the world, like a bitch dog that has been caught and penetrated by a male dog. She was astonished at what a pleasantly hot feeling this turned out to be. With her pulse racing, she lowered her head to the dark-haired boy's quivering erection. Even as she felt the plunging cock coming at her and into her from the rear, she simultaneously felt the hot, hard prick of the new boy as she closed down on it eagerly with her trembling lips.
This was a first for Edna White. She had never been… what was it Rick had called it? – two-fucked before.
Two-fucking, she soon discovered, could be the most gratifying thing in the world. It not only could be, but was. Edna had orgasm after orgasm, one following the other so rapidly that she would, at times, grow weak and be obliged to cease sucking the hard, young cock that was quivering and jerking near her face. When she did this, the dark-haired boy, Bud, would grab her hair and pull her mouth back to his wet prick, and she would permit him to force it back into her mouth. Then she would again commence her suctioning. He squirted off down her throat twice, neither of his juicings being anything near equal in quantity to those of Rick's. Edna knew there was no one else in the world just like Rick. There simply couldn't be another to compare with the potency and virility of this kid – he was in a class by himself. Nevertheless, she fully enjoyed sucking off the new boy repeatedly, though she was slightly disappointed to find out that he was not as good as Rick. Still, what did it matter? Rick had his cock in her cunt, battering her from the rear like a male dog. My, how she loved it… wonderful… marvelous… to be treated like a bitch. When he blew in her, she finally achieved a small orgasm and when the other boy proceeded again to shoot into her mouth, she had a second one, and it was beautiful. She continued to go down on the boy long after he had ceased to flow in her, and finally he took it upon himself to push her away, whereupon he collapsed flat on the bed with Rick on top of her, still shafting her from the rear.
The three of them lay quietly for a long time. Once Edna turned her head and stared hard at the boy named Bud. He looked vaguely familiar but it was too late to be worrying about that now. She had already sucked his cock; if he should turn out to be one of her new term students… well, she would just have to find some way of keeping him quiet about her urges. She was fairly certain she could handle this kid, if necessary. He didn't appear to be the know-it-all type, or the type that is simply smart-assed.
She got up from the bed after a few minutes and stood staring down at the two boys, a look of amusement on her face. If a mirror had not been close at hand she would not have been aware of her expression. The boys both lay side by side, their cocks still poking upward as they both stared up at her tits. Edna turned slightly so that they could see her profile. She sucked in her tummy slightly, though there was little need for this because her stomach was flat and pretty and she knew it was.
"Miss White," Rick said. "Thanks for letting both of us fuck you."
"You're welcome," she said, smiling down at them happily.
"You sure suck a mean cock, Miss White," Bud cried out passionately.
Again she smiled. "Thank you, Bud. You have a very nice cock to suck."
He let out air, his dark eyes sparkling. "You know something? I thought old Rick was lying when he told me he knew where we could get fucked and sucked at the same time."
Edna was not at all offended. Why should she be? Young boys were her meat, weren't they? "I'm so glad he brought you, Bud, but I do wish he had asked permission first. You see I have to… " She broke off, not wanting to tell them she had to be careful because she was a teacher of kids their age.
Rick spoke up. "I'm sorry about that, Miss White. I really am. I know now that I should have asked you before telling him about you and bringing him here, but you see, Bud and me… well, we're friends and we usually share a lot of stuff together."
"Oh," she said, relieved to hear this. "Then both of you live in the next town?"
"Yes." Both boys looked up at her oddly.
"Then you can come here… at night… not too late at night, however… as often as you want to… to get fucked and sucked, boys," she told them, smiling again.
"Thanks, Miss White. Do you want us to clear out now?"
She sighed. "I suppose you had better go pretty soon, boys. It's growing quite late, I believe."
The boys got off the bed and walked to the living room where they got dressed. When they started for the front door she called to them and they stopped and looked at her.
She had her robe on now and she walked sensuously toward them, the robe hanging open. "Remember to come back, boys. Miss White needs you." She rather liked speaking of herself in the third person.
"We'll be back tomorrow night the same time," Rick said.
"Fine," she said, and they were gone.
True to their word, they were on her front porch the following evening at almost the precise time they had arrived the previous day. Silently she let them inside the house and closed and locked the door. She had the air conditioning turned on and it was quite comfortable in the house. She gestured to the sofa and without speaking, the two boys went to it and sat on the edge, both fastening their lustful gazes on her exposed, lovely body.
"How are you, boys?" she asked by way of openings. "Fine," they said together as if they had rehearsed it.
She pulled her robe together, just to see their reaction. They were plainly disappointed. Laughing lightly, she removed the robe and stood, feet apart and with arms held high above her shapely head, in front of the sofa, only a hard or so away from them.
"Which of you would like to suck my cunt first?" she asked softly. "My cunt is begging to be sucked by a boy."
Both boys seemed to swallow hard but neither of them spoke.
Edna lifted her brows slightly. "Come now, don't tell me my cunt is not something to be loved."
Rick cleared his throat. "Oh, no, Miss White, we don't mean anything like that, do we, Bud?" He glanced at the other boy.
Edna forced herself to smile at them. "Mean anything like what?" she asked, puzzled.
Rick ran his fingers over his mouth nervously. "I'll suck your cunt, Miss White, if you want me to."
She frowned slightly. "If I want you to? Didn't I ask one of you to do so just a moment ago? I thought I did."
"We – er – thought we'd like to just watch tonight, Miss White," Rick told her, and the other boy nodded eagerly in silence.
Edna began to feel slightly absurd standing there in front of the kids without clothing. "What do you mean – watch? Watch what? How can you both watch?"
Rick's face reddened and he again glanced at Bud who nodded to him. "We thought we'd like to watch you fuck something else," he said, his eyes filled with wild lust, his voice shaky.
Edna felt her heart skip a beat. "Did you bring a third boy with you?" What else could they mean by what they had said?
Rick shook his head and so did Bud, but neither boy said anything.
Edna waited, looking from one boy to the other. "Come now," she said. "What is this plan of yours? Who am I supposed to fuck?"
Rick got to his feet. "I'll bring him in if you don't mind, Miss White." He started for the door.
She bit her lips. "By all means. Get him. Bring him in the house. I'd like to see this friend you want to watch fucking me." She started to reach for her robe.
"Don't put on your robe, Miss White. He'd rather have you all naked and nice. I know he would."
Again Edna bit her lips. "Very well. Bring in your horny friend."
Rick was out the door in a flash and when he returned, Edna nearly fainted. He had a police dog on a leash. The dog looked at her oddly and licked his chops, sniffing at her. Rick removed the leash and the big dog came close to the startled schoolteacher and sniffed at her cunt.
Edna White, her heart threatening to stop beating, dropped to her hands and knees quietly, quickly. The big dog climbed on top of her from the rear, his forepaws grasping her firmly about the waist, his long, red, angry-looking prong shafting her all the way to the hilt. Edna groaned, closed her eyes, and never once was conscious of the terrific excitement that came over the boys as they moved closer to watch the big dog fuck her with all the fury of a Kansas tornado.
Later, she knew that she had done the correct thing in permitting the boys to watch the dog take her. After all, it was her purpose in life to please young boys, wasn't it?