Such a Good Boy

 

Taking in the aroma of her newly cut front lawn, Jackie Wilson let
herself in the front door of her house. It had been a good Saturday
morning of shopping, thought the shapely 38-year-old blonde, but she was
glad she was able to get it all done early. She wanted to relax in a nice,
warm bath. Her husband, Bill, was off on yet another business trip, and
her warm bubble baths were one way she endured his absence. It had been a
beautiful spring morning, but just the thought of a warm bath while running
her slippery hands over her prominent 38-C breasts and sliding her nasty
fingers into her well-trimmed blonde bush had made her shopping experience
go quickly.

She walked into the kitchen with her grocery bags, her 36-inch hips
swaying easily. As the kitchen curtains billowed with a spring breeze,
Janet reached for the cupboard door, thankful for the warm weather that
allowed her to open up the house after a long winter. She was reaching for
a box when she heard a distinctive laugh through the window, coming from
the back porch area. She heard a female voice say sharply, "You'd better!"
It sounded like Kim, her 18-year-old daughter. Curious, Jackie stepped to
the window.

The house was a dogleg construction, and the open-air back porch and
deck ran along the side opposite the kitchen. Jackie's eyes fell on the
picnic table kept under the roof for shade. She could see a boy who was
laid out naked lengthwise on top of the table, and her daughter was
astraddle him, wearing no top but still in baby blue bikini bottoms. But
from the kitchen she was too far away to see what they were doing.
Jackie's breath caught in her throat as a low buzz began in her loins, and
she quickly but quietly moved from the kitchen down the hall to the den,
which had a window looking out to the picnic table. Glancing in the room,
she saw the drapes drawn behind the desk. This window, too, was open to
the breezes. She moved to the overstuffed leather desk chair and swiveled
it quietly around to face the window. Through it, she heard the boy say,
"C'mon Kim, don't tease me like this, let me fuck you!"

With a start, Jackie realized the voice belonged to Jimmy Langdon, the
18-year-old neighbor kid who was a senior like Kim and mowed the lawn each
Saturday morning. She parted the drapes slightly so she could see.

"You can just forget about that, Jimmy," Kim said, snorting derisively.
"You're lucky I'm even doing this to you, and you'd better be thankful for
it! I'm the best-looking girl who'll ever get naked for you in person,
that's for sure!"

Peering through the window, Jackie couldn't argue about that. She was
proud of her daughter's great 36-26-36 body, a body so outstanding that she
was captain of the football cheerleading squad. A former cheerleader
herself, Kim's mother now looked on as blonde Kim was straddling the young
man's chest, her gorgeous legs holding down his arms at his sides, her taut
36-inch teenaged tits tantalizingly close to his lips. Her perfect tan
nipples were hard as rocks, and she reached behind the boy's head to draw
it forward as she bent slightly toward him. "Suck my titties, Jimmy," she
cooed as she squeezed her left one toward him with her hand, then "Oh
yeeeaaah," as his eager lips went to work. "Oh yeah, that's the way to do
it! Mmmmm."

Jackie's breath was shallow, and her own nipples had hardened as she
watched. Unconsciously, her right hand had found its way up to her left
breast, and Jackie was squeezing her nipple in time to young Jimmy's
sucking sounds. Jimmy was a typically well-muscled teenage male specimen,
with average good looks that were clearly no match for the stunning beauty
of her daughter. But when her eyes took it in, Jackie was amazed at the
size of Jimmy's steel-hard cock. Neglected, it arched away from his body
and pulsed when he moved with a little forward jutting motion, the
circumcised helmet head reddish and engorged as it stabbed at the air. It
had to be at least nine inches long, thick and throbbing, and it was ready
for business.

"Mmmm, now the other one," Kim said, and moaned when Jimmy gobbled her
right nipple. Jackie had to work hard to suppress her own moan, as her
left hand worked away between her legs at her increasingly moist slacks.
Her eyes were riveted to her daughter exerting her will over Jimmy as she
peered through the crack in the draperies. She saw Kim sliding herself
farther forward on Jimmy's muscular and tanned build.

"You know what to do now, Jimmy!" Kim hissed. "Get to work! Eat me
good!" And she pressed her moist cunt, still sheathed in the bikini
bottoms, into Jimmy's face. He began immediately to lick and chew through
the material. "Oh God, that feels so good!" Kim said breathlessly.
"That's right, chew my pussy! Mmmm, oh I love using you, oh yeah, that's
so good! I'm - I'm gonna cum! Make me cum!" She threw her head back, her
tits jiggling and her hand behind Jimmy's head pushing his face harder and
harder into her smoldering crotch, riding him like a hobby horse. "Oooooh,
fuck yeah!" Kim moaned. She could feel his pushing tongue, his insistent
lips, probing wantonly, pressing hard against the thin material that
prevented him from achieving his goal but only helped her in achieving
hers. Her body trembled, ecstasy on her face and a wild look in her eyes.

Jackie matched Kim's climax with her own trembling orgasm, her hand now
down her slacks and the other one pinching a swollen nipple. Jackie
squeezed her eyes closed a moment. "Ahhhh, ahhhh," Jackie breathed
quietly, careful not to be detected, as her hand sloshed in her lubricated
channel, her legs stiff as she let the waves pass over her.

When Jackie opened her eyes again, Kim had slid back on Jimmy's body.
Jackie could not stop looking at what was happening right in front of her,
as her young daughter dominated the boy. Kim was now straddling his huge
cock, and it seemed she had no intention of taking off her baby blue bikini
bottoms. Both young people were breathing hard. Kim looked sternly at
Jimmy. "OK, you know what to do. Put those hands on top of your head!"

"Come on, Kim, let me fuck you," Jimmy pleaded, and it was all Jackie
could do to suppress a snicker at the whining quality in his voice. As she
peered out, gently caressing her own pussy to keep the electric fires
smoldering inside her, Jackie could see that even as he protested, the
young man was already moving his arms to comply with Kim's demand.

"Shut up, Jimmy! I'd never want to fuck that tiny little dick you
have!" Kim hissed, the laughed derisively. "You know that Tad Trumbull is
my boyfriend." Jimmy just nodded; everyone knew that, as head cheerleader,
Kim had laid her claim on Tad, the handsome senior football quarterback.
"He's a real man," Kim continued. "He gets to fuck me, not you!" She
raised up for a moment and pulled her baby blue bikini bottom aside,
allowing Jimmy a fleeting glimpse at the pink lips guarding the place he
would never enter. "Do you like my pussy, Jimmy?"

"Yessss," the young man hissed. "I thought you would!" Kim breathed.
Snapping the fabric back and seeing that Jimmy had dutifully laced his
hands behind his head, Kim lowered herself and began to move slowly back
and forth over the lump under her that was created by Jimmy's hot sex rod.
He groaned as he felt the pressure of the slick satin material of her baby
blue bikini bottom sliding along his dick, aided by pressure from her hips
and copious lubrication from her cunt that was mingled with his own saliva.
Instinctively, his hips began to jerk upward, as his spurned cock tried to
locate the opening to pleasure, only to be denied and instead driven over
and over along the smooth groove of Kim's fabric-covered slot as she humped
him.

"Ahhhh, that's it Jimmy, grind your little dickie up into me!" Kim
squealed as she shoved her sopping bikini-covered slot down onto his cock's
hardness. "Dry-hump me just like that! Let me use you up real good,
Jimmy, oh yeeeeeah!" Jimmy was breathing hard and moaning, his head
twisting from side to side, his hands remaining clamped together behind his
head, as her thrusting hips brought him closer and closer and closer to
orgasm and yet kept it from happening. He moaned as he felt a shift in her
tempo. Kim's clit was supercharged with built-up energy from sliding
against Jimmy's cock, and now she was ready. She shortened and quickened
her thrusts, Jimmy's hardness pounding along her slit quickly as she banged
herself into him.

"Awwwww shit, I'm cuuummmmminggg!" she groaned, and slipped forward and
back on his denied fuckpole, her face contorted with pleasure, her tits
jiggling and bouncing, and her body convulsing. "Ohhh God, I'm cumming..."

Behind the curtains, her own mother was cumming, too, her blouse long
since having been opened, holding one delicious tit to her own mouth to
muffled her jerking crescendo as all five fingers of her hand bunched up to
jab at her juicy hole and clit. As she rode the crash of the wave back
down from her peek, Jackie looked again through the curtains and saw that
beneath her daughter, Jimmy was straining to jam his cock forward as hard
and fast as he could in a vain effort to shoot his massive juice load, but
try as he might he was denied. Sweat was beaded out all over his face, he
looked feverish, and he had again been denied.

Soaring down the other side of her cumfest, Kim slipped back from
Jimmy's over-stimulated cock. She sat now on his thighs, and her body
weight held down his legs. She reached for a bottle of lotion on the
picnic table seat, and brought it up to the table top. Jimmy looked at
her, wild with lust, his eyes glazed. Kim smiled derisively at him as she
squirted a long stream of slippery lotion from the bottle onto her hand.
"Is this what you'd like to do, Jimmy, for me to jack you off?" she taunted
as the bottle squirted. "Would you like your little cock to squirt your
goo on me? Huuuh?"

"Yeeeeaaah," Jimmy hissed, and began to remove his hands from behind his
head.

"You just keep those hands right there, if you know what's good for you,
little man!" Kim said. He rapidly laced them once again behind his head.
She smiled as she rubbed the lotion all over her hands. Then she reached
down to Jimmy's scrotum and grabbed a handful of the fleshy sack, yanking
it downward in a vicelike grip so far that his dick pointed down. He
grimaced with pain and pleasure. "Are your little marble balls full,
Jimmy?" Kim purred, still smiling at the helpless boy laid out in front of
her. "ARE they?" she instated, cruelly jerking on her handful of ballsack.
His cock wobbled.

"Ahhh, yes!" Jimmy cried out. "YES!"

"Then beg me to jerk your dick, Jimmy!" Kim ordered, looking down at him
as her gorgeous tits rose and fell with her heavy breathing. Jimmy could
smell her breath, and it smelled like sex. Then she purred, "Beg me,
Jimmy."

"Pl-please jack me off," Jimmy begged softly. "What?" Kim said,
squeezing harder on his ball sack. "Please jack me off!" Jimmy said
louder.

"OK, you just keep your fucking mouth shut and listen to me now, Jimmy,"
Kim said, relishing her dominance as her hand grasping his large fuckpole
and began its frigging motion. Up and down, up and down, and Jackie
watching raptly from her vantage point knew Jimmy couldn't last long in
Kim's clutches. "I'm going to jack you off, Jimmy you worthless
fuck-slave," Kim said in a fake-pleasant sing-song chat as her hand flew.
"I'm going to jack you off on my belly, OK? Just remember when I let you
cum that you're not good enough to cum in me, I'm just using you to do you
a favor!"

The sting of those words registered just as Jimmy felt an urgent
tingling warmth starting from the core of his groin, way back inside him
deep, all that pent-up cum and desire from her teasing, as Kim relentlessly
abused his hard-on with her clutching hands. His breath was ragged as the
pressure built, and he watched her lips form a superior smile as she worked
his rod back and forth. Any second now, any second...

Kim felt him on the ragged edge, his cock swelling slightly. "Are you
gonna lose control and cum now, Jimmy? Are you gonna CUM on my belly like
a good fuck-boy?" Jimmy began moaning, his sweaty face on the edge of
rapture. She gave him a malicious look, then suddenly stopped pumping and
drove her long fingernails into the red tip of his dick. Before the pain
had even registered, she pumped him again, mingling the sharpness with the
building pleasure in a way that confused but further excited him. "You'd
better NOT squirt your mess until I TELL YOU that you can!" She made her
fist even tighter and pumped him even faster. "Do you hear me, Jimmy? DO
NOT CUM!"

A wild cacophony of split thoughts were running through Jimmy's
overheated mind. He had felt the pain and was being told not to cum at the
same time Kim's clutching fist was now urging him more than ever to squirt.
He panted and tried to fight the building explosion, the pressure, the deep
need to splatter his insides all over her.

Kim's felt a resigned form of admiration when she saw how hard Jimmy was
fighting his natural urge to squirt, even as she enjoyed deeply her ability
to control his most basic physical responses with just her will and her
words. It made her feel powerful, but she knew it was a battle she would
eventually lose, and so timing was everything. She felt Jimmy's
rubbery-hard cock give a very hard lurch from deep within. On the next
one, he'd spurt. It was time.

"Shoot your juices, Jimmy," Kim cried. "You know you want to cum
alllllll over my belly! CUM NOW!"

"Arrrrgh!!!" Jimmy groaned, and a massive spasm shot through his body,
propelling a gigantically long stream of white baby batter out the end of
his abused cockhead as Kim pointed it toward her belly just above her
bikini-clad pussy. "That's it, Jimmy!" she cried triumphantly. "I'm
watching you shoot your fuck juice for me! Give me all of it, it's mine!"
Kim enjoyed the dominant feeling of Jimmy's trapped legs jerking and
straining under her, as his pinned body released nearly continuous blasts
of creamy boy-pudding from the end of his dick. Kim's fist whacked the
hard cock mercilessly as the young trapped boy moaned and tossed his head
back and forth, never once moving his hands from their place woven together
behind it. She watched intently as moans escaped his lips, the little hole
in his dickhead popping open to splatter more cum, his body jerking but
held down by Kim's weight on his legs as he coated her lower belly with a
solid sheen of steadily spewing sticky goo.

Satiated by her two intense cums, from her hiding place Jackie watched
in admiration at the degree of control her daughter had exerted over the
young man as he shot his massive load for her. His hands never once moved
from the place she had ordered them to be, she had him pinned down, and she
was using all the right words to subjugate him before her power. It
reminded Jackie of things she had done to boys and young men in her younger
days, especially with her old college pal, Lori, who now lived across town.

Now Jimmy's huge cum was dying down, and he sagged back onto the table
as Kim resolutely milked every last drop out of his softening baby-maker
until she was sure he was absolutely dry. Watching Kim press her hand into
Jimmy's pelvis and clamp his dick between thumb and forefinger before
running it up to the tip to bring up each last tiny pearl, wiping them off
the end of his cock by rubbing it against her belly, Jackie thought this
must be the end of their dance and the two would now part. But Kim began
sliding back up Jimmy's body as soon as his last drop was drained.

"Look at this mess you've made!" Kim said with a smirk. "Lick it off
me, Jimmy! If you ever want me to touch you again, you'd better clean up
your mess down there!" Raising his head again with her hands and moving
toward his lips, she watched closely as the young man lapped up his own
cum, cleaning every bit off her hot belly. She observed as his tongue came
away from her and retreated into his mouth time and again coated with the
white glop that had shot out his own dick, only to emerge clean and ready
for the next humiliating lick. As he lapped at her, she reached back and
gently massaged his dick, working it over until it began to rise again in a
soft hard-on. She rubbed the head between her thumb and forefinger,
causing Jimmy to sigh and moan. Finally, she was clean enough to meet her
own inspection.

"Good job, fuck boy," Kim said as she slipped off him to sit on the
picnic table's bench. She reached for her bikini top as Jimmy sat up
slowly, dazed and licking his lips. "I don't know why you won't let me
fuck you," he whined.

"It's because I'm using you, Jimmy," Kim said firmly in a matter of fact
way. "I am using you to get my own jollies. You like it when I use you,
and you are lucky that I even allow you to cum at all. You're so hard-up
I'll bet you would do this even if I didn't let you squirt. Do you
understand?" She looked at him, smirking. "Do you know how many guys would
like to fuck me, Jimmy -- do you?" Looking downward subjectively, he nodded
his head. "Good," she said. "And all you've got is your own hand. So be
a good boy and do what I say while it lasts, until I get tired of you. I
sure know one thing, I am all warmed up now for my date with Tad tonight!
And don't you tell anyone about what we're doing, either. If Tad finds
out, he'll beat you to a pulp!"

Drained and docile, Jimmy reached for his underwear and cutoff shorts.
Inside the house, Jackie sat satiated in the afterglow of her voyeurism and
reflected on what she had just witnessed. It gave her an idea.

CHAPTER TWO

Saturday night found Kim all dressed up and waiting for Tad for their
date, as usual. He finally arrived almost 45 minutes late, which was
typical for him. One look at the smoldering unexpressed anger in her face
brought out the usual excuses.

"You know, baby, it's tough when you are an athletic leader," Tad
confidently said. "I got into a situation with some of the guys, and we
ran late." He didn't mention that the situation had involved feeling the
tits of a nubile young thing from the next town over who he was trying to
bag.

Tad and Kim went to see a newly released movie, and then stopped at the
Lamplighter Diner, the local date-night hangout for high schoolers and
young college students. As they were accustomed, their arrival riveted
everyone's attention. Kim reveled in the jealous looks she received from
her fellow cheerleaders and some of the more bookish girls, even as those
girls sat by their own less good-looking squires for the evening. Even
some college girls looked at her with envy, for Tad was seen as quite the
catch about town as a star high school quarterback, as had been his father
Don, who was president of the largest bank in town. Kim basked in the
status her catch afforded her among the other girls.

For their part, the guys who were dating those envious girls drank in
the cleavage revealed by Kim's low-cut bright pink blouse and lived in
anticipation of her baby blue short mini-skirt occasionally flipping up too
high in back as she walked to reveal the tops of her perfect legs and also
her black thong underwear.

Tad had already sewn his story far and wide among the boys of what he
and Kim did after they visited the Lamplighter every Saturday, so whenever
he was apart from her he was familiar with getting clapped on the back or
jostled by a friend and hearing the low-voiced comments. "You gonna nail
that again, Tad?" someone would say while cutting his eyes across the room
to ogle Kim. Or "Damn, don't use her all up, cuz I'll be around for sloppy
seconds!" Tad took the comments in stride, with good humor. After all, he
had been born to this; it was his God-given position by virtue of his
athletic ability and his Dad's place in the town's hierarchy.

After a couple of malts and burgers with fries, Tad guided Kim through
the crowded diner with his hand at her back. Secretly, this was one of
Kim's favorite parts of these Saturday dates, as she moved slightly ahead
and to the left of Tad through the tight crowd, sometimes "accidentally"
brushing or bumping her ripe tits against the backs, shoulders and arms of
the boys she passed. It gave her a thrill to see their faces reflect the
surprised look of recognition of what they had felt, followed immediately
by longing and lust.

Tad drove her to his house in his new sports car, a gift from his
parents when he started his senior year. His mom and dad were out of town
this weekend, so the usual commute to a motel in a nearby city could be
avoided. Once they were inside the house, Tad grabbed and kissed Kim
savagely, driving his tongue into her mouth powerfully but letting up in
his grip just enough for her to squirm away. He knew she would take that
opportunity. She ran to the stairs with Tad right behind her, watching her
powerful lithe legs as she bounded up the steps, reveling in how revealed
her ass was to him in the plainly visible thong.

Kim burst through the door of Tad's bedroom with him one step behind
her. The room was homage to the young man. A trophy case held all his
awards from grade school through high school. One wall was filled with
pictures of Tad as a grade school quarterback, or playing basketball, and
at his high school pinnacle as quarterback in game after game.

Tad caught her up, his hands everywhere on her, roughly feeling her lush
tit flesh and grabbing at her skirt to send it cascading down her legs to
the floor, lifting her tight blouse over her head and then his mouth was on
her black bra-covered nipples as she held her arms up so he could remove
her blouse.

"I'm so fucking horny baby!" Tad growled as he went to work on her bra,
unsnapping it and removing it as next she moaned at the sudden intrusion of
his hand between her thong-covered legs. Tad pulled her close and ground
his hardened rod through his slacks against her snatch. That hot little
bitch he'd been with earlier had been quite the cock-tease, and while he'd
only gotten to first base with her, she had frigged his cock a little
through his pants, leading to a rush of testosterone that Tad had been
dying to fuck out all night.

Now he latched onto Kim's thong panties and pulled them down, then
stepped back a moment to peel off his own black pullover shirt and drop his
pants and underwear. Kim watched him do that with a smile as her own lust
smoldered. So big for his age, Tad was 6-foot-4 and weighed in at an
all-muscle 230, and so it had been a surprise when she'd first been with
him, to submit to his large body and aggressive ways, and then see just a
six-inch cock spring out of his pants. Especially over the last two weeks,
since she had on a whim seduced and then controlled Jimmy, the comparison
between the fuck-tool of her docile and slim 5-foot-8 boy toy and Tad's
smaller offering had left Kim wondering if Tad's inability to measure up
was why she felt vaguely unsatisfied after they fucked. While she'd never
let on to Jimmy that his amazing rod was bigger than any she had ever seen
before, she also couldn't mention to Tad that he was a little short in the
size department. After all, Jimmy was a throwaway fling. Tad was her
ticket to stature and a future as somebody in this town, and above all else
she didn't want to fuck that up.

She watched again as his boner popped up from his trousers when he
peeled them off, but she didn't have long to watch because Tad was back
onto her quickly, grabbing her firm ass cheeks with his strong, large hands
and nuzzling her tits, then biting her nipples as he lifted her astraddle
him and carried her to the bed.

"Oooooh, Tad!" she said as he fell back onto the mattress with her on
top of him. "Oooooh baby, you feel sooo good!" Her hand snaked down to
grab his pulsing, circumcised rod, frigging it gently back and forth, back
and forth as she gazed down his belly at it. She wiggled farther down his
belly to get a better view as Tad watched her blonde hair cascading over
him, her open full lips sighing contentedly as he worked his fingers into
her bush, so available to him now that she had swapped ends with him. He
felt the breeze of her sigh on his cock as her hand worked him over.

"Suck that motherfucker!" Tad insisted, placing his other hand on top of
her lovely head to push those luscious lips down closer as he hunched his
hips up to meet them. Kim's stroking hand reached the base of Tad's cock
just as her lips reached the head, and she swirled her tongue around it,
sending tingling waves along his nerves to explode in Tad's brain. "That's
it, take it, bitch!" Tad exclaimed, pushing down harder on her head and
jerking his hips harder to force his cock further up into her slathering
mouth.

All the while, the fingers of Tad's other hand worked into Kim's sopping
cunt, alternately stroking and jabbing, his clasping thumb nudging and
catching her clit as his hand thrust into her. She mewled around his
joystick, the vibrations thrilling Tad even more, encouraging him as he
pistoned in and out of her sucking mouth while forcing her head farther and
farther into his crotch until he finally felt her lips crush into his
pelvis and he knew he was in her throat. "Ahhhhhhhh, ahhhhhhhh, that feels
so good!" Tad yelled. "I'm fucking your throat, oh yeaaaaaah!"

It was all Kim could do to keep up, catching her breaths as Tad's
sperm-shooter retreated from her mouth and feeling her internal motor
revving as he forcefully worked her sopping cunt to a frenzy. This was
what it was supposed to be like, she had been told time and again by the
other cheerleaders in conversations comparing their experiences with their
athletic beaus. The boy was supposed to talk dirty to you, to take you
over, to control you, to possess you, and you were supposed to do his
bidding, fulfill his fantasies, and above all, pop his nuts good for him so
he would want to be with you. Kim felt Tad's hand firmly grabbing her
blonde hair as he shoved her head down again and again, the ramming head of
his cock driving its way insistently into her tonsils as on her other end,
her violated box throbbed over his jabbing hand.

"Oooooh, ahhhhhh, you cocksucking slut!" Tad said, pulling her hair up
so her head was lifted off his cock. She watched it standing up from his
pelvis, red and pulsing. "If you keep doing that I'll shoot! Get up on
all fours." He moved aside on the bed, pulling her up onto her legs so she
was on her hands and knees, facing the foot of the bed. It was his
favorite position, and he felt powerful at how submissive it made Kim. By
God, he was gonna fuck her good and cum all over! Looking forward to that,
Tad got rapidly off the bed and came to stand in front of Kim. Grasping
his cock by the base with one hand and grabbing the hair on the back of her
head with the other, he slapped his short dick onto her face, over and
over, tattooing her beauty with his whipping glans, the smack-smack-smack
of it hitting her becoming a drumbeat of sound. His eyes were glazed with
lust, his face a complex mask of desire and control.

"Yeaaaah, Kim, you wanna see this dick squirt all over your pretty face,
huh?" Tad growled as he held her head and thwacked his meat stick against
her beauty. "Ahhh, that feels good! I love spanking your face with my
cock. But now I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you, baby!" Quickly, he moved
onto the bed behind her and in a fluid motion immediately jammed his
six-inch pride to the hilt into her dripping snatch. "Huhhh!" Kim exhaled
at the sudden invasion. "Awwwwww," Tad groaned as he powerfully grasped
her hips and began to saw his prick in and out of her. "That's fucking
nice! Oh that feels nice! Oh that feels soooo good! Ahhhh yesssss!"

Kim began to moan as his insistent prick slammed inside her. Her tits
slapped obscenely back and forth on her chest as Tad rocked her on all
fours into him and back off him, thrusting his pecker hard into the
clutching walls of her molten cunt. "Ooooh yeah," Kim moaned. "Ooooh
YEAH, fuck me Tad! Keep fucking me just like that!" While she knew this
was Tad's favorite position, it was not her own, but Kim could feel the
feeling of orgasm building and building inside, like a wave off the beach,
rising and rising, and soon it would crash onto the sand of pleasure. Tad
sawed into her faster and faster and she felt the wave curling, reaching
toward it's peak; she was almost there.

"Fuck yeah, Tad, oh yeah fuck me just like that! Oh yeah!"

Behind her, Tad looked down to watch his glistening rod pound into her
cunt, withdraw, and then pound into her again. Her anus winked back up at
him and her ass cheeks shuddered each time he slammed himself into her and
drew closer to his orgasm. Damn, that cock-tease girl Jennifer from
earlier sure did get me worked up, he thought, but I always know I can pop
my rocks with Kim, no matter what happens behind her back. Tad reveled in
drilling his dick into her tight snatch dominantly in this doggy position.
He was in charge, and she knew it. As her cunt clutched at it, Tad's dick
tingled more and more as he felt the wall of pressure build. Soon he would
be emptying his balls. He focused in on the sensations.

"Ahhhhhhhh, Jesus, Tad I am going to cum!" Kim yelled as the wave inside
her began to crest. "Oooooh. Oooooh!" Tad felt his dick give a dry lurch
in her pussy, and he knew it was his time. Working hard to hold back for
just a moment, he pulled out of her, got off the bed and stood at its foot.
Grabbing the hair at the back of Kim's head, he rammed his cock home in her
mouth.

"AHHHHHH. AHHHH! Here it comes! Take my fucking cum, yessss!" Tad
screamed as the sudden warmth of her mouth caused his cock-head to fire a
load of fuck-slop into her throat. "Ooooh, ooooh, fuck yes!" He backed off
her head so his cock tip was just inside her mouth then, shooting two more
streams into it before pulling out and jacking his throbbing cock in her
face and watching as it spat another two whitish dribbling wads of slime
over her cheeks and nose as she swallowed his earlier shots. Then he slid
his softening dick into her mouth again so she could suck it as it
delivered him its few final tingly tremors of pleasure.

"Oh, baby that was great!" Tad said finally, collapsing next to her on
the bed, absently fondling her nipple. "I really needed that."

"I'm glad, Tad," Kim said, smiling as she wiped the streaks of his
baby-snot off her face with a tissue from the bed stand. She didn't
mention the vague, unsatisfied feeling that remained inside her, the result
of her own orgasmic wave only barely beginning to crest but never arriving
to crash onto the beach. Lying beside her, Tad was contentedly thinking
about what his newest cockteaser's nipples would look like when he finally
got Jennifer to show them to him.

CHAPTER THREE

It was late Monday afternoon, just after school had let out, and Jackie
Wilson was never so glad to see the afternoon sun in her life. Ever since
Saturday, when she had spied on her daughter and Jimmy, the idea that
experience had given her had kept a low buzz going in her head and in her
body. Even sneaking off to the locked bathroom from time to time to pinch
her nipples and rub her clit to another mind-blowing orgasm had only
provided temporary relief, because the thoughts that drove the orgasms
would not go away.

Bill wouldn't be home for at least another week from his business trip.
Kim would be at school for another five hours, Jackie knew, as she had
cheerleader practice, a cheerleading meeting and student government meeting
on Mondays. She wouldn't be home until after 9.

Jackie pulled the tight, low cut V-neck top over her naked, swelling
tits. Se was glad she had gotten in the habit of keeping fit while she was
a teenager, and never quit. Her 38-year-old body was womanly but firm, and
she knew she still turned heads even among the younger guys. The plunging
neckline of the red blouse revealed the deep cleavage between her 38-inch
breasts, showing some of the swell of the mounds of tit-flesh, as well.
Jackie was proud of her tits. They were womanly but firm and voluptuous.

She felt the ever-present low tingly buzz, a mix of sexual tension and
anticipation of what she was about to do, as she slid black slacks up over
her smooth naked thighs. She chose a pair of pumps for shoes, and stood in
front of the mirror while she applied a small dot of perfume to the valley
between her tits with her finger. Then on an impulse, she ran her hands
over the blouse that covered her tits, lusting in the sensations the smooth
silky material caused to spread through her nipples.

The doorbell rang, and her heart skipped a beat as she got up to answer
it. At the back door was Jimmy, just home from school, coming around as he
did every Monday for his pay from the prior Saturday's lawn mowing. Jackie
swung the door wide. "Hi, Jimmy,' she said, smiling.

Jimmy took one look at Mrs. Wilson and averted his eyes. He'd ogled
the good-looking woman before, out of the corner of his eye when he knew he
would not be seen, but the way she looked today was surprisingly stunning.
She must be going out or something.

"I guess you're here for your pay," Jackie said, seeing how he had taken
in an eyeful of her and then looked away. The tingly buzz increased; she
could feel her heartbeat. "Come on in a second and I'll get it for you,"
she said rather sternly. "I have something I want to talk to you about,
anyway." Amazing, she thought, how I have never forgotten the correct tone
of voice.

Jimmy stepped inside the kitchen, and Jackie closed the door behind him.
She turned and stepped closer to face him. She stood about a foot from him
as she handed him the money. She thrilled at how he cast his hungry eyes
downward to avoid looking at her body. "Now Jimmy," she began, mildly
stern and looking directly at the young boy who continued to look at the
floor. "We have to talk." The boy said nothing. "I saw you and Kim on the
picnic table Saturday."

She felt a tingle in her crotch when she saw the shock that registered
on his face, but Jimmy did not look up. Jackie took a tiny step closer to
him, and he back away a tiny bit. "What did you think you were doing with
my daughter?" she asked, stepping toward him again. Jimmy said nothing but
backed away. She was still only about a foot from him, and his eyes were
downcast. "I saw you two naked, Jimmy," said Jackie, hammering out the
words in an accusatory fashion. They were having their desired effect, she
could see. "You were naked, and so was Kim." Jackie slightly arched her
back so her breasts swelled in front of the lad, and she saw his downcast
eyes flicker. "Were you trying to fuck her, Jimmy, hmmm?" She stepped
forward quickly again, and Jimmy instantly stepped backward, but he knew
had run out of room when his butt pressed up against the kitchen work
island. There was nowhere left to run.

"I - I - we..." Jimmy stammered, overwhelmed at being caught with Kim
and being so uncomfortably close to the warmth and displayed charms of Mrs.
Wilson. His downcast eyes had nothing else to look at but the deep V of
her tight blouse. He smelled a lush fragrance rising up from the cleavage
of her tits. His mind was swirling, unsure of what to think of this turn
of events, this mixture of accusation and enticement, but his cock had
already figured it out and was rising steadily in his pants.

"Are you looking at my tits, Jimmy?" Jackie asked him commandingly. She
stepped ever so slightly closer to the young man, now confident she was in
control, her pussy moistening, her body aching for the first touch of flesh
on flesh. She knew that while Jimmy's mind was probably confused right
now, his body was aching for that touch, too. "Well," she persisted, "ARE
you?"

"Noooo," Jimmy said in a shy whisper, feeling his dick pulse to full
rigidity in his pants as he said it. Jackie could see the boy was in full
fight or flight mode, and she basked in the power that gave her. It had
been so very long, so long. Looking directly at his downcast face, she
could see the fear and confusion there, mixed with the lust and desire, but
he made no move to raise his arms or to touch her. Exquisite, she thought.

"Don't lie to me, yes you are!" Jackie said. "Young man, look at me
when I talk to you!" As Jimmy's head jerked up and their eyes locked,
Jackie said, "I'll bet you even have a hard-on! Let's see!" She brought
the open palm of her hand cascading quickly down his lower belly, over his
belt buckle, and dragged it across his crotch, feeling the swollen
stiffness of his big fuck-stick as it lurked turgidly in his pants.

"Ahhhhhh," Jimmy moaned involuntarily while the sensations of her hand
rubbing him flooded his body. Jackie stepped as close as she could,
pressing her sensitive tits into the young man's chest and grinding the
sheath of her own crotch through the fabric against his raging cock.
Feeling his body stiffen, she then backed off just a bit. Jimmy's eyes
again were downcast, but he could see that her nipples were poking up
strongly from beneath the confines of her low blouse.

"That's what I thought!" Jackie was careful to make her tone
reproachful, even as her own body sang out its need to her mind. "I want
to talk with you about why you were fucking around with my daughter naked,
and all you want is to look at my tits while you get a woody! Is that it,
Jimmy?"

"No," Jimmy said softly in a swirl of humiliation and embarrassment.
God this is great, Jackie thought, I remember this feeling. I have him
just where I want him!

"Oh yeah, that's what you're after, these!" she said, running her hands
up over her tits to squeeze and offer them up to his averted eyes. "I'll
bet you jack off all the time thinking about these, don't you Jimmy?"

Now Jimmy was mortified, because she had said something that he did
indeed do. His rapid exhalation told Jackie what she needed to know about
that, and in an even voice she quickly ordered, "Take off your pants."

Jimmy's face reddened. "I - what - uh..."

"You heard me! Take off your pants right now, Jimmy, or I am going to
see your mother about what happened Saturday." Jimmy's family lived up the
street, and Jackie knew his mother was a controlling, authoritarian type
who would deal severely with him if she knew what had happened.

"Come on, get them off!" Jackie insisted. "Here, I'll help you." She
undid his belt and unsnapped the top of his pants, then unzipped his
zipper, at every chance palming his throbbing rod through the material.
"OK, Jimmy, now you pull them down. Do it now!"

At her command, Jimmy hooked his hands in his trousers and underwear and
jerked them downward, his face red with embarrassment as his nine-inch tool
sprang upward and slapped against his belly. Jackie's hand immediately
grabbed and stroked it.

"Oh Mrs. Wilson, ohhhhhh, yessss, if you keep that up I'm gonna..."

She slapped his dick hard, then left it wobbling in front of him. "NO,
Jimmy, this is NOT about you cumming, you pervert!" she said derisively,
looking directly at the boy as he shrank back slightly from her words.
"Let me get this straight, Jimmy. First, you try to fuck my daughter.
Then, you come in here and try to fuck me, is that right?"

"No Mrs. Wilson, I was..."

"Oh shut up, Jimmy," Jackie said. "I know what you want to do. Look,
you've got your cock out showing it to me, and look how hard it is! It
tells me everything I need to know. You want to feel my tits, don't you?"
She grabbed his hands and forced them to her bouncy chest, forcing them
over her sensitive nipples. "Ooooh yeah, rub and pinch them, Jimmy, I know
you want to!" Jimmy's hands had minds of their own, and they
enthusiastically roamed Jackie's large jugs. "Let me help you," she cooed,
lifting her blouse over her head in one smooth motion that caused her firm
breasts to rise up and then come to a jiggly rest on her chest. Grabbing
the back of the young man's head, Jackie pulled his lips to her nipples.
"C'mon, I know you want to suck them, Jimmy, you kinky boy! Ohhhh yeah!
Mmmm, I'll bet you like doing that!" She laughed.

Jimmy's tongue licked at her tit-flesh and his lips suckled her. He bit
gently on her perfect brown nipples, and she moaned as she tossed her head
back and urged him on with her hand behind his head. His hips reflexively
began to jerk upward, his cock-head stabbing the air, and Jackie was
flooded with familiar feelings of dominance from long ago that again rose
up in her.

"Ahhhh," Jackie groaned in pleasure. "You just do what I say, Jimmy,
and everything will be fine." Then pushing him away, she ordered," Get the
rest of those clothes off!" Jimmy finished undressing as Jackie pulled off
her own slacks and shoes. He watched as the rest of her eye candy was
exposed to him. "You like what you see? You just do what I tell you." His
cock lurched. She pulled him toward the couch in the living room, where
she sat down with her legs spread. "Kneel in front of me between my legs.
Yes, that's it. See my pussy? She demands some attention! Now start
licking!" Jackie grabbed Jimmy's head and pulled him down into her gushing
quim. His tongue darted out and she felt his lips moving against her
engorged clit, licking, sucking. She pressed her twat lips tighter and
tighter against his face, rubbing herself off on his invading oral
services.

"Ahhhh! Ahhhh! I'm fucking your face, you nasty, nasty boy!" she cried
out. "Oh, keep that up Jimmy, lick the fuck out of me! Drink my juices,
yesssss! Oooh, ohhhh, I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna CUM!"

Caught in the vice of her spread legs with his face held against her
humping pussy by her hand, Jimmy sucked and slurped, dragging in breaths
when he could, as the horny mother of his teenage domme slammed her clit
again and again against his slathering mouth while his iron dick flopped
and slapped useless between his kneeling legs and his mind swam with
confusion, pulled between shaming and encouragement. Then Jackie's legs
slammed tightly on either side of his head and her hand shoved his face
completely into her folds so that Jimmy felt like he was begin pressed into
the center of her very being.

"Oh my fucking God, I am CUMMMING!!!!!!!" Jackie moaned, as all the
neurons that had been charged up by two days of thinking of this very act
fired at once. Her breath puffed in great ragged sighs as Jimmy felt her
body tense and release in convulsive waves around his face. Unable to
breathe by being clamped solidly against her, he began to choke, and the
spasms from his own need for oxygen sent Jackie further and higher, way way
up on the plateau of release.

Finally, as her release melted into satiety, she eased her hold on Jimmy
and he pulled his head back, taking great gulps of air into his mouth. His
face was covered in her slick fluids, and she looked down between her legs
and smiled as she watched him striving to regain his breath. College had
been too long ago, Jackie thought, her dominant tendencies again released
and no longer just memories. She let Jimmy catch a few quick deep breaths,
but that was enough.

"I guess that was OK for the first time," she said in a disapproving
tone. "Now get up on that chair there." She motioned to a straight-backed
chair in the living room. All the pretense was gone now; Jimmy knew who
was running the show, and if he knew what was good for him, he'd go along.
He dragged himself into the chair, his chest heaving but his big dick rock
solid. Jackie got up from the couch and kneeled between his legs. Her
forefinger and middle finger formed a V, and she pressed them into his
pelvis around the base of his cock. Moving them from side to side, she
made his neglected dick do a kind of dance. "Ooooh God," Jimmy moaned as
she mildly stimulated him.

"Do you know what edging is, Jimmy?" Jackie asked, not waiting for a
reply. It was important now to get him on track quickly. "It's when you
ride along the edge of cumming but you don't cum for a long, long time."
Her hand kept jiggling his cock, and she spoke quietly as she watched it
shake. "You always need to remember, the woman is always the boss, Jimmy,
not you. You are insignificant except to please her. She always gets to
cum first, and then MAYBE you get to cum as your reward if you obey her
well. Are you ready to obey me, Jimmy?" She jiggled his distended prick
some more, sending waves of lustful feelings through Jimmy. He nodded.

"I want you to jack off for me, Jimmy, just for me, so I can see your
thick cum shoot out the end of your little dickie," Jackie breathed.
Jimmy's eyes grew large but remained focused on her, on the swelling of her
tits as she manipulated him while kneeling between his legs. She stopped
her ministrations to reach into an end table drawer and remove a bottle of
lotion.

"Now, you oil up your hands real good, Jimmy, and then I am going to
stay right down here and watch you pound on your little pud, OK?" Jackie
breathed, handing him the bottle. Humiliated, Jimmy's face reddened. He
took the lotion but balked at applying it to his hands.

"You'd BEST do exactly as I say, Jimmy!" Jackie said, the fire in her
eyes and words sending new and strange, unexplained thrills through the
impressionable boy. Jimmy squirted the lotion onto his palms and set it
aside. "That's it," Jackie cooed as he began to slather it over his dick.
"I know you love to jerk your fucking cock off, Jimmy, all boys do. Does
it excite you when I talk dirty to you, fuck slave? Because that's what
you are, my fuck slave. Now go ahead, jack it off for me.

"Ah-ah, not too fast," Jackie warned as his gripping fist began to move
up and down his enormous, fat prick. "Go very slowly, Jimmy. You are
going to tell me when you are about to cum, do you understand me? Build up
to it very slowly, very slowly. Look right into my eyes. That's it,
that's it."

Jimmy looked into the eyes of Kim's beautiful mom, her hands on his hips
and her gorgeously perfect breasts crowding against his legs as he slowly
slid his clutching fist up and down his lubed pole. Jackie's tongue snaked
out and made licking motions as she taunted him onward down the road to
depravity. She watched as his reddened cockhead would pop out bulging as
his fist slid down his shaft, then the shaft flesh would stretch upward as
his fist raked along it to cover the head again. Moans escaped his lips,
and every now and then his eyes would close from the delirium of what he
was doing to himself, but when they reopened they never left her eyes. God
this is fun, she thought.

"Ahhhhh, oooohhhhhh, Mrs. Wilson, I wanna cum so bad!" Jimmy moaned.

"NO, Jimmy. You do NOT have permission to cum!" she said sharply. "I
will tell you when you are allowed to cum, do you understand me!"

"Ooooh yeah, Mrs. Wilson, oh yeah, but I think I am gonna cum," Jimmy
groaned. "Oh, oh, I'm gonna, I'm gonna shoot it right --"

"STOP!" Jackie demanded. By reflex, Jimmy's hand immediately released
his throbbing rod, and it pulsed of its own accord, veins thickly bulging.
"Awww...." Jimmy hissed. He could feel the urgent sensations of his
dick-wad boiling to get out, his cock-head enormously engorged as fireworks
of energy burst from its frustrated nerve endings, his piss hole winking as
it tried to expel his load to no avail. "Oooooh, ooooooh," the tortured
boy whimpered as the new sensations overwhelmed him. Jackie loved the
sight.

When a moment had passed, Jackie ordered firmly, "Now jerk it again,
slowly!" As his hand carefully closed back around his pole and frigged it,
she sighed, "Yessss, yessss, that's it, Jimmy. I see you like to jack off.
You're good at it. I'll bet you pound your little fuck-stick all the time,
don't you? I like watching you fuck yourself, too. But I want it to last.
I want this first time to be good. That's a good boy."

She reached up to his nipples with both hands, pinching them severely.
"Owwwwww, ooooooh," Jimmy mewled as the quick pain was replaced by intense
pleasure. He was increasing his tempo on his cock again.

"No Jimmy! No! Nice and slow," Jackie ordered, enjoying how her mere
words had an immediate effect and the boy's fist slowed down in its work.
Jackie raised herself up so her tits were overflowing around the young
boy's cock as he pumped it, and at the same time her hand reached up
underneath them to his ball sack, to grab a fistful of the loose flesh and
tug downward. Jimmy's body jerked. "Oh God, oh God, I'm gonna cum Mrs.
Wilson! Oh yes! Oh yesss!"

"STOP, Jimmy! I said STOP!" His hand finally released his abused
cock-head, but it took a stronger exertion of her will this time, and
Jackie knew her new boy toy would likely cream himself next time no matter
what she said. As he rode the edge of this last near-cum, she watched the
pleasure and lust on his face, and her hand snaked down between her own
legs, tugging and pinching on her demanding clit.

"OK, you can start again now Jimmy," she said, and his hand resumed its
languid travels. "Do you like my tits?" Jackie asked, raising herself up
so her voluptuous tit flesh encircled his balls and rested upon his inner
thighs. "Oh yeah, yeah I do!" Jimmy enthused as he felt the warmth of her
mounds envelope his lower body.

"Look at my tits as you jack off, Jimmy, that's a good boy," Janet said
hypnotically. His eyes were riveted upon her breasts as his hand beat in
steady time on his love sausage, making lewd, wet, sloppy sounds as it did.
He was again climbing the mountain to release. Jackie noticed that his
tempo was gradually increasing, his cock-head appearing and disappearing
more quickly into his fist. She raised herself up still further, so her
wobbling tits stood freely above his legs and he jerked his massive sword
directly in the cleft between them. Her eyes were riveted on his cock-head
as it appeared and disappeared in his fist.

"I want to see you cum alllll over my tits, Jimmy!" she said tauntingly.
"Cum allllll over them, spill your juicy mess all over my big knockers.
Would you like to cum on my tits, Jimmy, would you?" Her hand slithered up
from her sides and she cupped them, offering them to him.

"Oh God yesssss!" Jimmy cried, and his hand picked up speed on his rod.
"Oh yessss, I am gonna cum Mrs. Wilson, oh God!"

"That's it, that's it, whack your little peepee faster and faster so you
can cum, Jimmy." Jackie's voice was a hypnotic sing-song. "Beat your
fucking dickie for me so you can pump it all out for me! Harder! Faster!
Slap that fuck-stick and make it squirt!"

Jimmy's hand was racing up and down his slicked dick in a blur, his eyes
riveted to the two beautiful fleshy orbs being offered up to him, his
cock-head banging back and forth between one luscious tit and the other as
he beat his meat with wild abandon. He felt it, a feeling more intense and
insistent than any he had ever felt before. "Ahhhhhh, Jesus, oh god I am
gonna shoot!" he yelled.

"Yes, yes, let me see you cover my tits with your fuck cream!" Jackie
urged the youth, who was now bucking and jerking upward in the chair as he
masturbated. "Let me have it, all over my tits!" She squeezed them again,
offering them up.

With that the cork came out of the bottle inside Jimmy. "Oh YESSSSSS!"
he screamed. Jackie watched the opening at the tip of his dick lurch wide,
and a huge long string of white-hot juice burst from it and arced up into
the air, splattering squarely on her held-out tits. The intensity of his
orgasm was so acute that it felt like liquid fire to Jimmy as that first
shot spewed. He could feel it blast all the way up his dick before it shot
out, and he wildly whacked his cock to bring up another, and another and
another, each somehow bigger and messier than the last, each landing on
Jackie's tits as she watched his prick erupt and swayed from side to side
so his goo would cover her tits completely.

"Ahhhhhhhhh, ahhhhhhhhhhhh!" Jimmy intoned as he ejaculated, his eyes on
the gorgeous face of his classmate's mother as, with a look of superiority
and victory, she intently watched his cum show. Focusing on Jimmy's dick,
Jackie watched as it leaped forward in his hand and expelled a stream of
white sticky goo onto her, then retreated in his grasp, only to emerge
again and jerk out another giant cum string onto her gorgeous breasts.
Finally the last dribbles halfheartedly oozed out of his dick, and he used
his thumb and forefinger to milk it onto her tits as Jackie watched him
shiver in pleasure. Watching her face as he did that, Jimmy saw a change
taking place with his last squirts. Now she stared at him with derision in
her eyes.

"What the fuck is this, Jimmy?" she demanded. "You think you can fuck
around with my daughter, and then just come on in here and make a big
fucking mess all over my tits, is that it?" She raised herself up and
roughly jerked his face toward her slimy chest with her hand at the back of
his head. "You little son of a bitch, if you know what's good for you,
you'd better get to work right now and clean up this mess you've made!"

But her last command wasn't really necessary, as Jimmy had already
learned what was expected of him, and he'd started licking off her tits as
soon as she'd pulled him close. Jackie smiled as she gazed at his busy
head, little intense tremors of pleasure washing over her from his rasping
tongue.

Softly, she said, "That's right, Jimmy, clean up all your mess. And
you'd better not say a WORD about any of this to anyone! Ahhh, yes, keep
licking!"

Jimmy gave some muffled assent as his tongue labored over her trembling
tits to draw more of his own salty dick-snot into his mouth so he could
swallow it.

CHAPTER FOUR

"He sounds very obedient," Lori Green said into her cell phone, as she
sat in her leather and oak living room in an upscale neighborhood across
town from Jackie. "I can't believe you are getting back into the
lifestyle!"

Jackie had told her high school best friend and college roommate
everything about Jimmy in the phone call. As Lori had listened, the former
cheerleader's nipples had involuntarily hardened, and she felt the old
familiar warming between her thighs.

"I'm not getting back into it, Lori," Jackie said. "I know this is just
a one or two-time opportunity that just came my way, and Jimmy will go on
to become a man. But am I ever glad to have found him for a time or two!"
They laughed. "This has really given me back the old itch, and when Bill
gets home from his trip, he's going to have to deal with a new woman!"

"Remember how crazy we were in college?" Lori asked. "Just about any
decent looking guy who was willing, we had our way with. But then we had
to straighten up when we got ready to graduate."

"Yeah," Jackie said. "We traded in the wild life so we could find
husbands we knew would support us well. I remember when we had that talk,
and hung it up. That was right after that weekend with Don Trumbull! He
was our last fling. It's hard to believe his son now dates my daughter!
Oh God, remember that weekend?"

Lori chuckled. "Yes, I do. We were so surprised. How could a boy that
large, the big star college quarterback and all, have a dick so small?"
They snickered together at the memory.

"Well, if you'll come by my house Monday afternoon and bring along some
toys," Jackie said, "I don't think we'll have that problem with Jimmy. We
just can't let HIM know that!"

The two co-conspirators laughed together, reunited.

Early Saturday afternoon found Tad Trumbull 30 miles away from his
hometown, parked in his sports car in a secluded spot down a dead-end
farming lane amid cornfields with the little cock-teasing girl that he was
working to make his latest conquest. Her name was Jennifer, and she was
one of those girls Tad called a "second-stringer," almost but not quite a
beauty. Her face had all the right proportions, but there were a few flaws
and slightly misplaced features that kept her from being awesomely
attractive. But she had a great body and a nice big set of knockers, Tad
thought as he roughly felt them up, squeezing and pinching as she offered
their nakedness up to his cruel hands.

Tad had made a sort of predatory hobby out of picking out second
stringers whenever his high school's sports teams went to away games. It
was a little bit more difficult in football season, since he was playing as
quarterback, but when he tagged along with other athletes during their
seasons, it was easy to pick up girls. Good-looking quarterbacks were a
finite commodity, Tad knew, and he had been very successful in his
pursuits. Since the girls lived in other towns, there was not much risk
that Kim would find out, and breaking it off was as easy as drifting slowly
apart after he'd had his way awhile. His offensive starters on the
football team all knew of his exploits. In fact, when ever he could, Tad
would sext them his latest conquest in the act. They all joked about them
in the locker room.

Jennifer was probing his mouth with her darting tongue as they kissed,
his hands were all over her naked upper torso, the driver's seat was back,
the sky was blue and the day was warm. Tad was in heaven.

"Oh Tad, you feel sooooo good!" Jennifer huskily moaned, and her hand
clutched his six-inch cock through his pants. Tad sucked her half-dollar
sized nipples, biting them lightly, which drew another moan from her. He
felt her hands working at his zipper and belt, and his own hand joined hers
in pushing his pants and underwear down. His raging dick sprang instantly
upward, and he sighed. This was great! Tad had just brought the bitch out
here to try to warm her up a little, thinking it would be next Saturday at
a motel when he'd finally get off. He never thought he'd get this far.
But now everything was going his way.

It was like a perfect pass in football, he thought as he watched her
unlock her lips from his and move her face downward, kissing his neck and
chest and nipples through his t-shirt, then lifting the fabric up from his
belly to kiss her way closer and closer to his pubic bush and boner. There
was a feeling in football sometimes just before a perfect throw, right
after the snap as he lined up his receiver downfield and then felt the ball
leave his fingertips. It was an alignment of the world, like everything
was predestined for just that moment, a certainty. He couldn't explain it.
And then the ball would connect perfectly with the receiver's hands, and
the world advanced.

That was how Tad felt right now, as Jennifer's clutching hand held his
cock at the base and her lips formed an O and slid slowly over the head.
"Ahhhhhh, yeah, baby suck that cock! Oooh, suck me!" Tad yelped, humping
his hips forward. He had felt this powerful predestination feeling many
times in his sexual conquests.

Still, it was unreal she was sucking him off already! This was their
first real time alone! Feeling his power, Tad worked his hip muscles to
hunch his dick upward as it slid into the warm confines of her vacuuming
mouth. His left hand fumbled at his side, and he retrieved what he wanted,
as Jennifer bottomed her mouth out against his bush and, eyes closed,
started to withdraw his cock shaft from her throat. Eyes still closed, she
mewled when she reached the tip again, then descended. "Yeah, baby!" Tad
encouraged. She never heard the button click on cell phone camera he held.
Quickly, Tad stowed the camera. "Mmmmm, suck me," he breathed. He was
getting close. Time for his favorite finale. Tad moved his hands atop
Jennifer's pretty but imperfect head, pushing down lightly, following along
with her as it rose and fell. His dickhead began to expand, and Tad could
feel the rush of his cum gathering. At the perfect moment before it burst
out, he rammed the surprised girl's head fully downward on his cock and
held it there.

"Arrrrgggggguuuuh!" Tad exclaimed, as Jennifer gagged on the six-incher
so surprisingly and forcefully rammed into her throat. She tried to pull
back, but Tad held on as a massive cumshot spewed from his over-excited
cock. "Oh, I am cumming, ahhhh!" Tad growled. The huge load of semen
fired directly into her stomach caused Jennifer to have another gag reflex,
contracting her throat around his invading dick just in time for it to
receive another big blast of jism.

"Yesssss, that feels so fucking good!" Tad exulted as he jammed his hips
forward and held down the captive mouth of the nubile girl. Now for his
second-favorite part. Tad lifted the girl's head off his cock, her
suddenly empty mouth still making sucking, gagging noises. Her closed eyes
sprang open just in time to see his dick-hole pop wide open and release a
copious white stream of baby juice toward her face. She closed her eyes
again, and Tad rubbed his loose and spewing cock against her face as he
held her head by her hair against his crotch. "Ahhh, I am fucking your
face, baby, ohhhhh yeaaaaah!" Three more massive whitish goo-globs were
expelled onto her not-quite perfect features before his dick began to
relax, a last dribble of sticky slime oozing out as it softened.

"Oh yeah, baby, yeah," Tad softly purred as young Jennifer caught her
breath, sperm shots dripping off her face and onto her breasts as his hand
absently stroked her long hair. Ah, what a nice cum, Tad thought. That
didn't take long. He'd have plenty of time to get back to town and get
ready for his regular Saturday night date with Kim. He handed Jennifer a
box of Kleenex.

CHAPTER FIVE

Kim and her mother had been away at a basketball game when Jimmy had
mowed their lawn on Saturday, and after school Monday he dutifully came by
for his pay as usual. He noticed an unfamiliar car in the driveway as he
walked to the back door of the house and rang the doorbell. He waited.

In a few moments, Mrs. Wilson appeared and let him in. She was wearing
a tight silvery satin top with a deep V-neck that was so gossamer-like that
nearly nothing was left to the imagination. Her hips were sheathed by a
short black miniskirt, and she held a wine glass in her hand. She handed
him his pay and he pocketed it.

"Oh Jimmy," she said, eyeing him as he entered. "I'm so glad you're
here, there's someone I want you to meet in the living room."

Entering that room, Jimmy saw another woman seated on the couch who
looked to be about Mrs. Wilson's age. She was absolutely stunning,
dressed in a black short dress with a zipper down its side and a plunging
neckline that revealed almost all of her large round breasts to the eye.
She had luxuriant brunette hair and full, pouty lips. She brightened as
she eyed Jimmy, and the boy picked up on something predatory about her
gaze. His dick gave a small lurch. "Well, hello, Jimmy," she said. "I've
heard quite a lot about you."

"Hello," Jimmy replied.

Mrs. Wilson sat next to the woman in black on the couch. Jimmy noticed
how closely they sat to each other, as the woman in black picked up her own
wineglass from the end table. The bottle there was half empty. In front
of the end table was a gym bag.

"Jimmy, come here where we can get a good look at you!" Jackie said.
"Yes, that's it, stand right here in front of us. That's a good boy!"
Jimmy was confused as he stood in front of the women, but kept his hands at
his sides out of habit as he felt his dick tighten again in his briefs. He
noticed the woman in black had put her arm around Mrs. Wilson, her hand
casually dangling over Mrs. Wilson's left breast.

"This is Mrs. Green, Jimmy," Jackie Wilson said. "I've told her alllll
about you," she said, her tone leaving no doubt as to what she meant.
"Mrs. Green and I used to be roommates at college, didn't we hun?" She
turned and smiled at Lori Green, who smiled back and gave her a squeeze.
Then the two women turned their hungry eyes to Jimmy again.

"Now, I want you to obey everything we tell you to do, Jimmy, and we'll
have fun today. I think I see a little lump in your pants," Jackie said,
and Jimmy had no doubt his hardening cock was visible. His face reddened
with embarrassment. "You'd better begin by taking off your clothes for us
so we can see it better. Now!"

Jimmy pulled his shirt over his head and took off his shoes, socks and
pants. The women looked intently at him as he did so, giggling to each
other at times. He noticed Mrs. Green's hugging arm had moved to where
her hand was now on Mrs. Wilson's left nipple, and she was slightly
pinching it. His dick popped up out of his trousers as he slid them down,
distending the front of his briefs, which were the only clothing he had
remaining. He kicked the clothes pile away softly.

"Ahhhh, that's such a good obedient boy," Lori said. Jimmy looked at
her, noticing both women's skirts riding up on their thighs and that
neither wore underwear. Their trimmed bushes winked out at him from
between their slightly splayed legs. "But why are you teasing us, Jimmy?
Take off those undies NOW!"

Cherry-faced, Jimmy skimmed off the briefs and tossed them on the pile
of his clothes. His nine-inch cock, rock hard, flopped upright and smacked
his belly, then wobbled to a rest pointing out at a 45 degree angle. He
let his hands fall to his sides.

"Oh, such a good boy, and SO obedient to show us your little dick," Lori
breathed. "You were right, Jackie, this is going to be fun."

"You see Jimmy, Mrs. Wilson and I think it's fun to be in control, and
we go way back," Lori said. "When we were in college, we both were
cheerleaders and we had our share of `fun' with the boys back then, right
Jackie?" Jimmy saw Mrs. Green's hand give Mrs. Wilson's swelling tits a
squeeze as she glanced at her. As Mrs. Wilson nodded, Jimmy could see
both of her nipples poking firmly through the thin fabric of her blouse.

"But today, we thought we'd kind of have some fun with you like we used
to do," Lori said. "Grab your dick now, Jimmy, and hold it very tight in
your hand pointing at me, but do not move your hand on it. That's good!
See how red the tip is getting? That's called presenting it for me.

"Now, the rules are that you will not talk unless we permit you, OK?"
Jimmy nodded familiarly. "I want you to know Jimmy, that some of the
things we might do to you will hurt you." Lori saw a look of fear cross
Jimmy's eyes so nicely. "But if they do hurt some, it will soon go away
and be replaced by other good feelings. That's called the pain-pleasure
interface, Jimmy, and it can be very fun. Do you understand?" Jimmy nodded
with apprehension.

"Oh such a good boy-toy you are!" Lori said. Jimmy's head was swimming
from what she had said, but her almost hypnotic tone kept him in her grasp.
His fist still tightly clenched his ruby cock, which raged with the desire
to be stroked. "I can see you are well-suited to this kind of play, Jimmy,
so I want to warn you, young man, that as you go through life some women
might try to take things too far, to take away your masculinity by making
you dress in women's clothing or do other things that will make you feel
unmanly," Lori said. "Don't let them do that, Jimmy. We just want
complete control of your natural manly urges for awhile so we can play with
you, we don't want to change them forever, do you understand?"

Jimmy nodded.

"You can release your little dick now," Lori said. When Jimmy did, a
rush of tingling sensation ran up it as blood flow was restored. Lori
Green saw his eyes swim for a moment as he felt that. "Come a little
closer, Jimmy." He moved forward. "Now get on your knees in front of Mrs.
Wilson. That's it. See how wet she is for you? Put your head up between
her legs, ooooh, you see how she is spreading them for your nice tongue?
Now lick her, Jimmy, that's it, FUCK her with your face."

Jimmy pressed his face into Mrs. Wilson's ready pussy, his tongue
reaching out and his mouth suckling. He felt a hand on the back of his
head, and he was forced forward between her slick lips as she began to
grind against him. His eyes closed, he worked Mrs. Wilson's cunt
ravenously. Opening his eyes briefly, he saw Mrs. Green had exposed Mrs.
Wilson's beautiful orbs and was licking and sucking on them as her hand
pushed Jimmy's head firmly forward. Mrs. Wilson began to moan and breathe
heavily.

"Oh God, Lori, I am almost there! That feels so good, oh yeah," Jackie
groaned. Then Lori gave one final, big shove to Jimmy's head just as
Jackie ground her twat into it, and Jackie's legs closed around his face.
"Oh God yesss, I am cumming. Oh sweet Lord! Eat my pussy Jimmy, I am
cumming!" Jackie screamed, humping his head as her legs and Lori's hand
clamped him to her slit. Jimmy found he couldn't breathe, and he began to
have a gag reflex, his reflexive jerking only raising Jackie higher on her
throne of passion as she ground herself on his face. Just when Jimmy
thought he would pass out, her legs eased their clenching and Mrs. Green's
hand was withdrawn from his head. He pulled back, breathing raggedly.
Jackie Wilson looked down at him kneeling there with her dreamy, sated
eyes.

Lori stroked the boy's hair. "You did very well, Jimmy," she purred.
"Catch your breath, now, good boy. Lie back on the floor here, that's it.
Let me put these pillows behind your head. Very good. Here's a little
reward." He hand snaked down to his solid, ignored cock and she pumped it
quickly three times, then released it. "Awwwwww," Jimmy moaned at the
quick sensation, so rapidly withdrawn.

"Now we are going to have even more fun with you, Jimmy," Mrs. Green
said, unzipping the gym bag and withdrawing a long wooden paddle about an
inch wide and a half-inch thick. She stood up and unzipped her black
dress, stepping out of it naked to reveal a well-muscled body. Jimmy
stared up at her tits from his place on the floor.

"I want you to make a fist, and grab the head of your little dickie
between your thumb and forefinger like you are pinching it. Ohhhh, that is
delightful! Good, Jimmy. Now pinch it real tight, and pull it up and
against your belly. Perfect!" Jackie now looked on with a languid smile
from her place on the couch. "Isn't that perfect, Jackie?" Lori Green
asked her. "Oh yes, Jimmy, you are so good!"

Lori stood over Jimmy's head and slowly lowered herself down on her
knees, facing his bulging cock as he held it pinched and tight against his
belly. She had the paddle in her hand. "Now, Jimmy, I am going to lower
myself onto your fuck-face," she said. His lips contacted her cunt and
automatically his mouth starting to do its chores.

"Oooh, that is nice! That feels sooooo fucking good, slave-boy!" Lori
moaned as she began to rub herself against his face. Lower and lower she
settled, until her entire sopping slash was grinding up and down along his
face, and Jimmy was striving to catch a breath through his nose or mouth as
he held his dickhead in a viselike pinch and stretched his penis along his
belly as she had instructed.

"Aaaaaah yeah, oh yeah, I can feel it Jimmy! I can feel my cum on the
way, fuck boy!" Mrs. Green moaned. "Here we go, here we go!" And as she
rode his face, suddenly she began to thrash the exposed underside of his
stretched-out cock, the thin paddle laying down a rapid drumbeat of blows.

"OW! Naaaaaah!" Jimmy mouthed into her clutching vaginal opening as her
clit traveled across his mouth and tongue. "Oooooooooooowwww...." Lori had
timed it perfectly, and the vibrations his cries sent through her soft
womanfleah as she raked it across his face blew the lid off her orgasmic
delight. "Ohhhhhhh.......ohhhhhhh...." she moaned, her hips sliding faster
and faster over him. "That's it, I'm fucking your face, Jimmy! That feels
so good! Ahhhh, I'm cumming!!! Ahhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhhh!"

Mrs. Green's beating of his pecker never slackened all the way through
her cum, as she had had much experience with this technique and knew just
the right amount of force to apply. As she rode his face like a horse
through her climax, the drumbeat on the underside of Jimmy's nine-inch
sword turned it pinkish and the early pain was quickly replaced by a
different feeling of warmth mingled with near-release desire, spreading
through his loins. When Lori's high horse finally gave out and her thighs
grew languid in their humping, her rapping on Jimmy's cock ceased.

"Release your cock," she said, as she got up off him. "Ooooh," Jimmy
intoned as he did so, gasping for breath at the same time. His abused dick
now was warm and tingly. It felt both like he could cum at the slightest
touch, and yet he felt like the spread-out warm sensation could delay his
cum no matter what the stimulation.

Lori Green dropped into an armchair. "Look what you have done to poor
Mrs. Wilson, Jimmy," she said. Jimmy was already watching from his place
on the floor as Mrs. Wilson pawed her right tit with her left hand, as her
right hand worked feverishly to plunge into her pussy over and over again.
"Oooooh, I am so horny from watching that, Lori!" Mrs. Wilson said to Mrs.
Green.

"Stand up and present your cock to me, Jimmy!" said Lori Green. Jimmy
did so, gripping his rigid fuck-meat tightly and wincing as he squeezed the
skin where it had been thwacked by her paddle. It was more heat than pain.
The head of his cock bulged and nodded at Mrs. Green as he stood.

"Good boy," she said. Mrs. Wilson slowed her handiwork on her cunt so
she could watch this scene unfold.

"I'll give you permission to talk now for a bit, Jimmy. Are you
enjoying this?"

"Yes, Mrs. Green."

"How does your cock feel?"

"It - it's real warm feeling and tingly," Jimmy said. "it feels like I
want to cum, in a way, but then it feels like it won't, too."

"Well, now that we have it all warmed up, we're going to make it feel
even better," Lori Green said. "Be quiet again now and bring me that bag."

Jimmy used his free hand to pick up the bag and set it in front of her.
She fished inside it and came out with something that looked like black
underwear with some kind of added lump. "Come closer, and keep your mouth
shut now!" she snapped. Jimmy stepped forward. "Step into these." He did.
She raised them up and buckled them on tightly on his hips, Jimmy realized
he was wearing a leather harnessing garment much like underwear, except
that it had a large and thick rubber sheath on the inside where his penis
fit, holding it tightly against his belly when the buckle was cinched at
his waist. From near the base of that sheath, which was at the base of his
own dick, arose a huge black rubber cock. The back of the harness was
open, exposing his entire butt.

Clicking the last closure, Lori Green admired her work. Oh, it had been
so many years since she had last used this!

"Now Jackie - I mean, Mrs. Wilson - needs some relief after you got her
all heated up, you nasty boy!" Lori said, smacking Jimmy's ass hard. "See
how she's moved into position on that armchair, with her legs up over the
arms like that?"

Jackie Wilson's hand was working her slimy crotch over as Jimmy watched.

"See that? She wants you to fuck her, Jimmy!" Mrs. Green hissed. "But
you're not worthy of her pussy, Jimmy, so we can't have that. So instead,
you're going to fuck her with this." Mrs. Green smacked the fake rubber
cock he wore, and it wobbled obscenely.

"Yesss, Jimmy, put it in meeeee!!!!" Jackie moaned. Jimmy walked to her
and slid the fake black cock into her slimy pussy. "Fuck me, boy!" She
raised a tit to him, as he slammed into her in the chair from a standing
position. "Aaaah, aaaaaah yes, you fucking cum boy, FUCK me!" Jackie
Wilson chanted as her pussy clutched the false cock while Jimmy jammed it
in. It was just a stroke or two until he realized that, while he could
feel nearly nothing sliding in and out of her, he felt an exquisite
pressure on his trapped cock when he was in to the hilt. It didn't seem
enough to cum, but maybe. He started to shorten his strokes, driving home
faster and faster.

But Lori Green had not been idle while he focused on his faux fuck with
Jackie. As he screwed, Jimmy felt a greased finger slide along his butt
crack, then soon the pressure of something new and hard against his anus.
"Uuuuuh, uuuuuh," he groaned against the new probing invader. "Yes, Jimmy,
open up that nice virgin asshole for me," Lori whispered as she pressed a
dildo into it from behind him.

Trying to stay away from the new invader, Jimmy slammed himself forward
as hard and fast as he could into Jackie Wilson, slathering her offered tit
with his drool as he sucked and bit on it. But he was trapped, and soon he
felt the hard plastic make its greasy way into his asshole. Farther and
farther it filled him with each stroke, even as he filled Jackie Wilson
with his fake black cock. For the first time in his young life, Jimmy was
sort of fucking and being fucked, but the pressure on his cock afforded by
the thick tight rubber surrounding it and holding it to his belly wasn't
enough to get him off, it was just enough to keep him riding the edge of
the promise of shooting his load.

Then suddenly the thrusting Jackie Wilson cried out and with one final
jerk, her hips froze as she shuddered in an intense orgasm. Jimmy sawed
into her with the hard fake dick, then again and again, as Lori Green
rammed home the plastic dildo in his own ass.

"Oooooooh, what a fuck, what a fuck!" Jackie sang out as she came down
the other side from her mind-blowing cum. "Oh man, you are such a good
fuck toy, I love using you!" she said to Jimmy as he slowed his thrusts and
felt the thrusts of the dildo in him slowing, too. Jimmy's breath was
ragged, his face flushed, his cock on edge. Every sense in his body was
telling him to fire off a spasm-river of cock snot to get off, but he could
not quite get enough stimulation to do that.

"Stand up, Jimmy. Stand up!" It was Mrs. Green's insistent voice,
still running the show. Jimmy dragged himself off of Mrs. Wilson and
stood. "Come over here, Jimmy!" He walked a few paces to where Lori stood
and faced her. "Put your hands on your head." He did, and she unfastened
the harness from him, allowing it to slip from his tortured cock and fall
to the floor. He stepped out of it and she kicked it aside. His hose
remained hard as ever, red and urgent. He heard a rustling behind him and
began to look.

"Eyes on ME!" Mrs. Green said, and his eyes were riveted to her again.
"Lock your hands on top of your HEAD!" she said, and he complied. She
looked him over, his reddened cock sticking out and throbbing, his eyes on
her alone. A pleasant shiver went through Lori Green, because she knew
that at this moment, beyond all the fun they had already had with Jimmy,
she was completely in control of him. She stepped toward him. In her
right hand she grabbed his ball sack, jerking it down roughly.

It had the desired effect. "Arrgh!" Jimmy exclaimed, involuntarily
jerking his hips forward and up to escape the burning pain. Lori was very
close to him now, her nipples and breasts rubbing his chest, the head of
his thrust-up dick dancing along her belly. She rubbed against his body
like a cat as he jerked forward, letting him feel her feminine treasures.
"Ah yes, Jimmy, yes you are under my control now aren't you, little man?
You feel the pain and also the pleasure I give you. Yes, relax now, relax.
It's OK."

Jimmy felt his body adjust to the pain of her grip on his scrotum, and
as it did, he relaxed and moved backward. He still felt the knot in his
groin, all that pent-up jism waiting to get out. When he moved backward,
he bumped up against Jackie, who was behind him with a hefty strap-on cock
greased and pointed at his puckered asshole. She pressed it into him,
guided by her hand.

"Naaaaghoooooh" Jimmy wailed, as inch after inch of the greased strap-on
worked into his ass. At that moment, Lori stepped slightly away from in
front him, leaving him with a sensation of falling forward, his hands laced
on his head, as Jackie pulled his hips back to her and worked her rubber
cock higher and higher into him. When it had come to rest, and her pelvis
met his butt cheeks, she reached her greased right hand around to grasp his
engorged batter-maker. Her left hand snaked around to pinch his nipples,
hard. Lori Green took in this sight, looking at Jimmy with derision.

"Oh, yes, that looks simply wonderful," Mrs. Green sarcastically said.
"Now we'll see what you are made of, Jimmy, oh yes we will. This should be
fun, but you had better not even THINK of making a mess. Don't you DARE
cum!"

Jackie had already begun to move her hips back and forth, in and out of
Jimmy's ass, her cunt enjoying the feeling of the nubbin cock that was on
the inside of the strap-on, pressing into it. Jimmy could feel her giant,
warm orbs moving on his back, her tight nipples, her body's warmth as she
rocked back and forth into him.

In front of him, Lori arched her back, displaying her tit flesh to his
hungry eyes and looking at him haughtily. "I'm sure you'd like to cum all
over me, Jimmy," she said, as Jackie jerked his cum-stick back and forth in
time with her humping. Lori loved to be desired by a male in extreme need,
and Jimmy was in extreme need right this moment. "See my nice ripe
nipples, how they arch out to you?" His glazed eyes took in her magnificent
orbs and erect buds. "I'll bet your fucking DICK would like to squirt all
over these, wouldn't it, Jimmy?" He moaned, as Jackie increased her tempo
from behind. Her lubed hand slid the skin up and down, up and down over
his cock. It danced on his cockhead. His hips jutted wildly forward as
she excited his prostate again and again by slamming into him while
skinning his dick back with her fist, the bulging head of his cock waving,
it's opening winking at Mrs. Green with every delicious thrust forward.

"Ooooh, uuuuugh!" Jimmy moaned, beads of sweat standing out on his
forehead. "Don't you DARE make a mess, don't you DARE cum on me, you
little pervert! I'm in charge here!" Lori Green shouted, even as she again
pressed the tips of her luscious tits against his tortured body, her eyes
locked onto the depravity and need in his own. But it was late in the
game, she knew, even as she watched Jimmy's face reflect his attempt with
an iron willpower to control his own natural urges.

"Don't you DARE shoot your cream!" Lori commanded. "Don't ... you ...
DARE!"

But Jimmy had lost the battle. A huge dam inside him burst and with a
loud cry, he let fly with a long stream of white baby juice. Even as she
was chanting to Jimmy "Stop, no, don't you dare make a mess," Lori watched
with pleasure as the cum wad flew upward and then landed on her tits and
stomach. It was followed by a nearly continuous barrage of sticky goo, as
Jimmy's eyes rolled back and his cock gave itself up to the ministrations
of his fucker, Mrs. Wilson.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Jimmy groaned as, after
so much denial, he felt the pleasure of the molten liquid being forced up
from the base of his dick all the way to the sensitized tip. His giant
pole jerked and snapped in Jackie Wilson's clutching hand, splattering Lori
Green with more cum than she had seen in a long, long time. Finally, a few
mere dribbles ran out the end, and Jackie withdrew both her hand and the
strap-on from him. Jimmy was still standing, but he felt as though he was
suspended, hanging from some invisible wire.

"What the fuck? Look at this MESS you have made on me!" Lori Green
demanded. "You'd better get on your knees and get cleaning it up, you bad
boy!" Jimmy fell to his knees. As his tongue reached out toward Mrs.
Green to take in the first sagging strand of fuck snot, the paddle cracked
across his ass, making him jerk. "Clean it up," Lori demanded again, and
he began to lick and suck as Jackie flailed at his butt. The two women
smiled at each other while he performed his work

Such a good boy.

CHAPTER SIX

In the high school hallway Thursday on his way to a study hall, Jimmy's
cell phone buzzed in its hiding place in his pocket. He glanced around
surreptitiously, since cell phones were forbidden in school, then ducked
into a boys restroom. No one in there. He withdrew the device as it
buzzed. It was an unfamiliar number. Shrugging to himself, Jimmy
answered. A familiar, husky female voice greeted him.

"Hello, Jimmy, it's Mrs. Wilson," Jackie said. Jimmy felt suddenly
uneasy, talking to her on his cell in his school environment.

"I know I've never called you on your cell before, I got the number from
Kim's phone last night," Jackie said. "Jimmy, I want you to stop over my
house after school, just to talk a minute."

"OK, Mrs. Wilson," Jimmy said.

"Good boy. See you then," Jackie said, and he snapped the phone closed.
He had just slipped it into his pocket when the principal walked in.

"Hi Jimmy," Mr. Greenbough said. "Hi, Mr. Greenbough," Jimmy replied,
and was out the door and down the hall.

As he approached the back door to the Wilson house that afternoon, Jimmy
wondered what it was Mrs. Wilson wanted to talk with him about. He still
hurt slightly in a couple places from his last meeting with her and her
friend, Mrs. Green. He flushed slightly at the memory of all the things
they had done to him. Jimmy intensely enjoyed the total loss of control he
felt when he was with them, or with Mrs. Wilson by herself, or with Kim,
and he especially enjoyed the intensity of cumming after they had denied
and tormented him for so long. Even though he had never been able to fuck
any of them for real, he had tried to replicate the power of that feeling
when he let loose during his own jack-off sessions. But no matter what he
did, Jimmy could not achieve that high by himself.

Ringing the bell, Jimmy let his train of thought flow toward the big
question that had nagged at him about his experiences over the last several
weeks - how could they last? Both Mrs. Wilson and Mrs. Green were
married, and Kim was Tad Trumbull's girlfriend. No matter how he looked at
it, Jimmy always wound up believing he was the one who would eventually be
left out, who would eventually be discarded. The recurring questions had
been very small, in that back of his mind, when Kim had first exerted
herself over him. But they had become larger and larger as he became
entrained by Mrs. Wilson and Mrs. Green. While he thrilled at how it
felt to be controlled and sexually manipulated, he knew there would be an
end.

Turning it over and over and over, Jimmy shrugged slightly to himself as
Mrs. Wilson opened the door.

Jackie had been asking her own questions over the weekend. She had
thrilled at using Jimmy as a conduit to rekindle her past and tighten a
bond long loosened with Lori Green, she had enjoyed the pure physicality of
the sex involved, and she had reached a climatic height she had not visited
for many years. Still, her past experiences had shown her that these kinds
of kinky sexual encounters did not for her provide a basis for longer-term
relationship, and though Jimmy was legal in her state at age 18, he had so
much of his own young life to live and she did not want to permanently
entrap him to her desires. Then there was her husband Bill, who would be
home this coming Wednesday from, his business trip. Newly bonded with Lori
as a friend and sex partner, Jackie had talked with her about what to do on
the day after their session with Jimmy, and the pair had concluded that if
they joined forces, they could gradually introduce their own husbands to
their control and the lifestyle.

"Come in, Jimmy," Jackie said, and the first thing Jimmy noticed as she
stepped back to let him inside was that she was modestly dressed in a
button-up blouse over baggy slacks. She looked more housewife than
temptress today.

"Sit down," she said, and Jimmy promptly obeyed, sinking into a chair at
the kitchen table. Mrs. Wilson took one across the table from him.

"Jimmy, I have been thinking about - things," she said, and Jimmy got
the first glimmer of insight that the answer to his questions was about to
unfold. "As you know, when I was younger I led a pretty wild life." She
smiled at him. "When I began to try to take you, I saw it as a way to
relive some of that wilder life."

His hands were clasped on the table, and she reached out to cover them
with her own. Jimmy felt his dick give a small involuntary lurch, then
soften again. He knew what was coming. "But Jimmy, we can't keep on..."
Jackie began, looking into his eyes.

"I know, Mrs. Wilson," Jimmy said quietly. Jackie noticed how he
squared his shoulders as he said it. His hands now moved from under hers
to cradle them, holding her soft fingers in his palms. He saw her wedding
ring sparkle in the sunlight. "I knew it would happen eventually, probably
soon," he said, his voice calm and steady. "I'll miss it - the feeling.
But I'm good with it." Her face relaxed, and she sighed as she gazed at
him.

"Thank you, Jimmy," she breathed. Her eyes were moist at the corners.

"Oh, it's me who needs to thank you," Jimmy said, holding her gaze.
"You have shown me so much about myself that other guys my age have no
understanding of. I will never forget that."

"You are such a good boy, Jimmy," Mrs. Wilson said, but she knew as she
said it that it was no longer quite true, because her eyes didn't take in
an image of a boy any longer. Instead, she saw a young man.

On Friday, Jimmy wandered slowly down the hall toward his history class,
remembering what had been said in the Wilson kitchen the afternoon before.
Manning up about things sure didn't keep Jimmy from feeling dejected about
the withdrawal of such powerful and pleasurable female forces as Mrs.
Wilson and Mrs. Green from his life, and today he felt melancholy but
resigned to the finality of it. Jimmy guessed it was part of growing up,
which was the category in which he had filed so many of his youthful
experiences of the past. But this time, he felt differently, kind of older
and wiser. Maybe he was becoming grown. The cell phone hidden in his
pocket buzzed, and he glanced around. Again ducking into a boys bathroom,
Jimmy was rewarded by it being empty. He withdrew the device. A text
message. He pushed the button.

"Tad's next one" the text was called and the picture it contained was of
a young and pretty brunette whose head was clearly buried in the crotch of
a guy, her lips in his public bush and the base of his cock showing from
her open mouth as she gave him head.

"Nailed her Saturday!" the text message read. Jimmy's insides sank. He
heard a commotion in the hall outside the door, closed and hid the phone,
and turned to the sink as two football linemen entered, glanced briefly and
dismissively at him, and stood at the urinals.

"Oh man, I don't know how that happened," one said to another,
continuing their conversation. "Who knows who has it by now, ya know?"

"Hmmph," the other one said as their urine splattered into the fixtures.
"This can't be good."

Kim had just gotten finished with a great workout in gym class, and was
straightening her skirt and blouse after showering and dressing in the
girls locker room. She loved how clean and refreshed she always felt after
athletic activity, and always tarried while dressing in the locker room to
prolong that feeling, so she was frequently the last girl out. It was true
today, too, as she picked up her gym bag from the bench and started toward
the door.

Just as Kim was reaching out to exit the door, Charlotte Sampson burst
through it, nearly hitting her. Charlotte was a blonde and busty
cheerleader, too, who had vied with Kim for captain of the squad and would
have gotten it on her looks, except her personality was the jealous and
divisive type, and so she had lost the vote on that flaw even if she
herself had never acknowledged the reason.

"Oh, Kim, there you are!" Charlotte said, and her face was arranged in a
pensively sad mask. "I've been looking all over for you! I am so sorry,
so very sorry, hun. Is there anything I can do?"

Kim wasn't fooled by Charlotte's put-on face. She saw the glint of
triumph in her eyes. And she was right. Charlotte had indeed been looking
all over for Kim, but for a different reason. Charlotte wanted to be first
with her news.

"What are you talking about, Charlotte? Nothing's wrong. I'm going to
geometry," Kim said.

"Oh, you poor thing!" Charlotte gushed in mock sympathy. "You haven't
seen it!" And she reached for the cell phone she had stashed atop her purse
for quick retrieval, unfolding it and displaying the sext for Kim in one
fluid motion.

Kim's eyes widened. Her face drooped and she sagged down into a nearby
chair. Unctuous to a fault, Charlotte daintily took her arm as she slumped
into the chair. "Oh dear, oh dear, I am SO sorry I am the one to have to
show you that!" Charlotte intoned, but Kim heard the triumph in her voice,
even as she herself was unable to battle it. She was quiet, limp.

"Oh Kim I am sooooo sorry," Charlotte continued. "Can I get you some
water or something?" Kim's eyes swam up to Charlotte's and she was aware
that the other girl was simply making an excuse to stick around to see Kim
fall apart emotionally, so she could spread the story.

"No," Kim heard herself say. "I'll be fine, thanks. I just need a
moment alone, Charlotte. Go on to class."

"Well, OK, if you're sure," Charlotte said uncertainly, but Kim noticed
how quickly she had agreed. She could not wait to get out so she could
begin her tongue-wagging. Charlotte shrank back toward the door, and was
gone. Kim waited until the automatic closer had done its work, and then
the tears began, large and rolling one after another down her cheeks in
rivulets to drip onto her white blouse. She made no sound, just the tears.

After a few minutes of silent suffering, she sniffled and reached in her
purse for a tissue. Kim blew her nose repeatedly, until it was stuffy but
clear. She got up and went to a sink, running cold water first over her
wrists and then onto a paper towel, which she used to wipe away her runny
mascara and soother her reddened eyes. From her purse came eye drops to
stop the red, and she made herself up again. Putting her toiletries away
in her purse, Kim watched herself in the mirror as she set her jaw and
squared her shoulders. Picking up her purse and gym bag, she walked out
into the hall to get a late pass for her geometry class. She knew it was
going to be a long day ahead of questions and sympathy from the other girls
at school, some of it genuine and a lot of it fakery, and she would meet
them all with clear eyes and a steady voice. That son of a bitch.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Jackie Wilson had made sure she had plans to go shopping and
man-watching at the mall with Lori Green for the first Saturday after she
and Jimmy had talked, so she was sure not to be around when he came to mow
her lawn. Jimmy did notice Kim's car in the driveway as he got the push
mower from the garage, checked the oil and filled the gas, then hit the
starter key. He didn't know if she was home or not, but he felt badly for
her.

The whole school was alive with chatter Friday about the sext message
Tad had sent to his inner circle of football buddies that somehow had
gotten out to everyone. The few people who had not received it on their
phones were asking for it from the majority who had, and the even the nerdy
boy with the black-rimmed glasses who was Jimmy's science lab partner had
heard that it had made the distance to the school of the girl involved, in
a town over 30 miles away.

For his part, Tad seemed to be taking it all in stride, smiling his
toothy grin in the hallways, kidding with his buddies, and even winking at
some of the hotter-looking first-year female teachers - some of whom had
their own copies of Tad's viral sext message on their phones. When someone
thought they saw beautiful 23-year-old sociology teacher Lisa Tucker wink
back at Tad, the school erupted with more rumors that she and Tad were a
hot item. Tad waved off inquiries from his outer circle of friends about
the matter, and having been burned once, those from his inner circle kept
quiet about the fact that they had sexts of Tad and Ms. Tucker that were
months old.

Tad had owned up to doing wrong in his meeting with Principal
Greenbough, a conversation that he had eventually been crafty and deft
enough to direct into a wink-and-a-smile dialog about next year's football
team and how he was training junior quarterback Tim Collins to step into
his shoes when he graduated. When the principal said he'd have to place a
call to Tad's father about the matter, Tad feigned a look of concern, but
based on his past experiences with his old man he expected nothing more
than an admiring look and a caution to be careful.

And Tad was being careful in at least one way, by meticulously avoiding
Kim all day on Friday. He knew the thing with her was over, so he thought
he might as well let her cool down so he wouldn't have to force himself to
offer some unfelt half-apology during a confrontation. For her part, Kim
remained composed and clear-eyed as she was mobbed at the change of every
class by girls prying into things and offering condolences. Everyone at
school was glad the weekend was directly ahead, so the superheated
atmosphere could cool off.

Now Jimmy walked back and forth across the front lawn behind the lawn
mower, pondering all that had happened, the mower leaving clean even blades
of grass behind him as he traveled through the pages of his mind from the
past few weeks, and the past few days. He turned from the side yard into
the back yard, continuing his lines up and down the grass, the straight-cut
rows of order trailing out behind him.

He glanced up from his mowing occasionally at Kim's bedroom window,
wondering if she was home. Once he saw the curtains drawn back, and then
they moved closed, and he pursed his lips, thinking, and then finished his
job.

After stowing the mower in the garage, Jimmy walked around the house to
the back door. He tested the knob. It was unlocked. His mind made up, he
stepped inside the kitchen, then down the hall to the door to Kim's room.
It was closed.

Kim had heard the lawnmower stop from inside her room, and assumed Jimmy
had gone home. She sat listlessly on her bed in her panties and an old
dress shirt of her father's, oversized for her and comfortable, buttoned
halfway up. She heard a soft knock on the door.

"I'm all right, mom," she called, but the door swung inward anyway and
Jimmy's slim body moved through it. He stood in the doorway looking at
her, at the glum expression on her face, as she sat amid disarrayed
blankets and pillows on her bed. Kim's anguished eyes took in his face,
sad and serious, and yet with the faintest smile upon his lips. There was
something real deep Kim saw in his sad expression, deeper than just
sympathy for her.

"I can't, Jimmy," she said, her voice flat. "I don't feel like it
today." She looked down at her hands, lying helpless in the midst of her
folded legs.

Quietly, Jimmy clicked the door closed behind him, crossing the room to
the side of her bed. As she watched, he reached slowly for the bottom of
his t-shirt, pulling it over his head. "Jimmy, I told you, I..." she
began, but he leaned over and placed his finger to her lips, and she became
silent. She watched dejectedly as he stepped out of his running shoes,
removed his socks, and dropped his pants and shorts. He stood a moment
naked before her, his soft cock hanging, and she suddenly realized she had
never seen it start out soft before.

Jimmy leaned again over the bed, kissing her neck in the hollow where it
joined her shoulders. Kim remained still, slightly turning her head
sideways to allow him the kiss. Jimmy kissed her gently there again, and
again. His hands came up to the vee of the shirt she wore and softly began
to loosen the buttons, very slowly, as his kisses continued. She could
feel his breaths along her skin, his warm lips moving lower and lower,
following his hands as he unbuttoned her shirt. Still, she sat silently
with her hands in her lap, as he slid the shirt back off her shoulders and
moved his lips to her breasts, now to her nipples, his tongue dancing on
her skin. They hardened at his urging, and she felt her breathing slowly
deepen. First one and then the other. He enveloped both of her breasts
with gentle kisses and his dancing tongue.

He grasped her hands and moved them out of her lap, removing the shirt
from around her arms. Now he suckled at her nipples, his mouth seeming to
draw gasps and sighs from her as it drew in her buds. His head moved
lower, and she laid back on the pile of pillows to allow him to kiss down
her belly. He stopped at her bellybutton, licking it with light feathery
delicacy. Then he kissed to her panty line, lowering them with his hands
as he went. He lifted his face and looked at her directly, and she at him,
her body awakening but the sadness passing between their eyes as he removed
her panties.

Kneeling beside the bed and using his hands to gently part her lips, he
lowered his head to her pussy, and found her warm and wet. "Mmmmm," she
softly moaned, and her hand stroked the nape of his neck as his tongue
began its slippery journey up and up, higher and higher into her, his
cheeks enveloped in her folds, his upper lip rubbing against her clit as he
turned his head back and forth, eating her.

"Ooooh yesssss....oooooh yesssss," chanted Kim, and her eyes closed as
her other hand lay upon his head and she began to move her hips into him
languidly. "Oh Jimmy YESSS, that feels good." Now she was jerking her hips
slightly as her passion built, his hands reaching up to pinch and squeeze
on her hard nipples. Her awakening body quickened and her humping became
more insistent, pushing her hairy gash tighter against his face as her
hands held onto the back of his head. Her breath was ragged, coming in
great heaving sighs.

Now her arms tightened as her pleasure spread through her like a liquid
wave of electricity, and she forced the back of Jimmy's head even farther
and harder into her grinding crotch, her massive tits jiggling and she
humped forcefully upward into his slathering mouth. Her juices ran down
both sides of Jimmy's face, and she pressed him so hard into her pleasure
that at times he could not breathe and he found himself floating upward in
his oxygen-deprived mind as Kim rode his face to the peak.

"Ahhhh, ahhhhh, ahhhhh, yes, I am cumming! I'm fucking CUMMING!" Kim
exclaimed as she used the entire lower half of Jimmy's face to bring wave
after humping wave of orgasmic bliss onto herself, rocking in urgent
release on his chin, his extended tongue, his rasping mouth and even his
nose. "Oooooh, uuuuunh, ahhhhhh..." she intoned as she rode up and then
down climax mountain, her hips eventually slackening in their insistence,
her arms gradually releasing their iron grip on his head. The newly freed,
kneeling Jimmy took in great gasping breaths of air from in between her
legs, his face covered in her juices, and she collapsed back onto the
pillow pile. They rested there a moment before she grabbed him by his
shoulder. "Come up here on my bed, Jimmy."

He slid into bed and lay on his back beside her, and she saw that his
masculine, massive cock stood rigidly away from his slim hips. She noticed
that she did feel lighter now, as though Jimmy had removed some of the
weight from her. She watched Jimmy's cock a moment as it pulsed along with
his heart, then she rolled over his slim frame, sliding herself down until
she was half sitting and half kneeling atop his thighs. He looked up at
her and his eyes were still sad, but his mouth wore a smile. She ducked
her head and managed a shy smile, too. Neither spoke, not wanting to break
the magic of this moment.

Reaching into her nightstand, she brought out her KY Jelly and slathered
it over her hands. Then using both hands, she gripped his nine-inch
fuck-pole and slowly jerked him up and down, watching closely as she
stretched his dick skin back and forth, massaging the bulging and sensitive
head as her fist passed it. He began to move restlessly, his trapped hips
jerking familiarly beneath her legs and bottom as they tried to push his
cock forward into her controlling hands. "Mmmmmmm.......ahhhhhh...." Jimmy
exclaimed, "Oh fuck, Kim that feels good. Oh, don't stop!"

She looked at him and smiled wanly. "You'd just better not cum yet,
Jimmy," she warned softly. "You'd better hold on to that cum if you know
what's good for you." Then she again turned her attention to her gripping
hands, grappling the reddened rubbery flesh of his sex sword, slip-sliding
up and down, up and down. "Don't you DARE cum, you hear me?" she said with
a flash of her old command. Her eyes were focused on his swollen cum hose
as Jimmy jerked and moaned beneath her, his slitted eyes sometimes rolling
back in his head and beads of sweat standing out on his forehead as he
fought to control the urge to spew while she masterfully pumped him along
the very edge of exploding.

"Oh Jimmy, you're so good to me," Kim sighed as she slowly pumped his
cock flesh. "Why do you let me torture you like this?"

"It's because I love you, Kim," he said gently. Her eyes snapped up to
scan his face, searching his gaze. Then Kim slowly and gently smiled at
Jimmy while rising up, her hands at the base of his cock. Intently
watching his face, she slowly sank down inch by delicious inch onto his
lust-engorged penis.

"Uhhhhh-ooohhhhhh-mmmm," Jimmy sighed with a rapid intake of air as his
still-virgin cock-head slipped up into her snatch. "Oooooh Kim, ooooh..."
he moaned, feeling her buttery soft, yet firm warmth envelope his rigidity.
When she finally ground her clutching cuntlips against his pelvis, Jimmy
gloriously felt as though his dick had melted inside her, and he couldn't
tell which part of their union was him and which was her. The warmth, the
energy, that melting feeling, it was the most heavenly sensation he had
ever felt. Kim rested on him, full, his throbbing virgin dick buried to
the hilt in her, the first time he had ever been in a woman, as she at the
same time experienced what it was like to truly be full of a man, feeling
nearly split in two but at the same time content with the stretching,
invading pressure of his large fuck-stick. "Oh fuck, you feel soooo good,
Jimmy!" she breathed.

And then her hips began to move, slowly at first, as she rose back up
off his shiny rod. Then down. Then up. And down. And up. Down. Up.
Down. Up-down-up-down-up-down. "Jimmy, grab my hips," Kim shouted as she
jammed herself down on his cock. "Fuck yourself into me, baby, fuck
meeeeeee!!!!" Jimmy's powerful hand gripped her tightly, and he slammed his
hips up and forward into her bush, looking feverishly from her ecstatic
face down to his man-thing as he rodded it in and out of her gaping cunt.
The pleasure was exquisite, and he could feel himself starting to tremble,
to lose control.

"Oh Kim, I'm going to CUM!" Jimmy shouted.

"NO! NO YET!" Kim ordered. "Don't you DARE cum yet. I want you to cum
with me, Jimmy, cum with me! I'll tell you when you can cum! Ahhhhh!"

"Oooooh, OOOOOH!" was Jimmy's only reply as he fought and struggled
against the insistent spasms that told him NOW was the time to squirt, NOW
was the time to cum. "Ahhhhh, God, it's almost time, Jimmy!" she wailed.
"I'm almost ready to cum with you! HOLD ON, BABY! Fuck me hard!" She rode
him harder and harder, in great sliding pounding thrusts as he rammed home
his cock from beneath.

"Aaaaaaahhhhh, ooooooh, oooooooh, Jimmy!" Kim wailed. "Ooooh yeess,
ooooh yesss, I'm cumming! NOW! NOW YOU CAN CUMMMMMMMM!!!!" An electric
storm of orgasmic lightning rocketed through her cuntal walls, sending out
shock waves of pleasure that burst into her brain. Obediently, Jimmy's
great rocket ship began blasting off with jolt after jolt of creamy joy.
Kim's pussy contracted harder and harder on his baby-maker, squeezing and
clutching for every drop of its precious slime. They slammed themselves
against each other for what seemed like forever, as his pounding meat-roll
delivered stream after stream of its thick goo into her willing fuck-hole,
their crotches grinding together mercilessly when they crashed into each
other.

Finally, breathlessly, they began to slow and become gentler as their
urgency subsided. Jimmy could feel his fuck juices oozing along the sides
of his shaft and out of Kim's well-plunged, hot hole to dribble down onto
his crotch. Soon she stopped moving above him and leaned forward to lie on
top of him, their bodies still joined by his slowly softening cock. He
encircled her with his arms as she nuzzled her face into the nook formed by
his neck, shoulder and jaw. She sighed contentedly.

"Jimmy? I love you, too."
The End