Ron: Just a Growing Boy

Ron: Just a Growing Boy

by Heatheranne

Chapter 1

Ron ended his bath by rinsing the shampoo out of his hair, and carefully drawn his wash clothes over the rim of the tub as his mom insisted he do. Like most boys at age ten, Ron liked to play in the bathtub. His mother, on the other hand, didn’t believe in bath toys, so Ron was reduced to playing with his bar of soap. He got on his knees in the center of the spacious old tub and put the bar of soap against its engineered side. He gave the soap a backward shove, sending the cake zipping around the tub just under the rim. The object of the game was to see how far the soap would go without flying out onto the floor. That would necessary a wet trip out of the tub and a careful cleaning of the soap before his mother saw it.
As Ron gave the bar of soap another ride, he felt a funny tingle at the end of his penis. He looked down. His cock was stiff and the swollen head was peeking out from between his tights. He twisted his torso and bent forward from the hips, imitating his throwing motion in the throw-the-soap game. His cock disappeared between his thighs and the tingle happened again. Was there something wrong with his penis? He arched his back and spread his knees, bringing his cock into view. It certainly looked all right. It felt full, like it always did when it was hard. It was about four inches long, with a strong, straight shake and capped with a helmet shaped head.
Ron flexed his hips once more, sending his cock-head back between his smooth, boyish thighs. The tingle happened again; it was too pleasant to be ignored. Ron forgot about the soap game. He bent over in the tub and began to rock his hips back and forth, leaving his cock trapped between his legs. The tingle not only continued; it became more intense. His cock had a funny itch and felt like it was growing warmer on the skin of His thighs. He grabbed the sides of the tub and held on as his hips plunged back and forth. The water in the tub sloshed around and threatened to slop onto the floor, but Ron didn’t care. The feeling between his legs was just too good to stop, and then suddenly the sensings jumped a hundredfold. It was almost more than he could bear. He gasped and hunted over so far that his face almost dunked into the bath water. His cock shuddered like it did when he shot out the last spurts of pee, but it was all happening on its own. He couldn’t stop the contracts; they went on and on until the muscles in his crotch burned and knotted. After almost a full minute of excite pleasure the overwhelming feeling ebbed and Ron was left breathless and dazed. He didn’t know what had just happened, but he was willing to try it again.
“Are you making a mess in there?” his mother’s harsh voice called through the closed bathroom door.
“No, ma’am,” Ron said immediately. He didn’t’t want her charging in to see for herself.
“Stop playing around then; it’s time to get out, and you better be clean,” she said.
“Yes ma’am,” Ron said. He opened the drain on the tub and stood. His penis was back to its soft state and didn’t seem to be any the worse for whatever had just happened.

Ron stood over home plate with bat in hand. He was twelve years of age now, and playing softball during school recess was one of his favorite things. He had already been at bat twice, hitting homeruns both times. The field on which they played held three ball diamonds without any fences between them, so any hits that got past an outfielder had a chance to bounce and roll an inordinate distance.
The score was tied and recess time was nearly over. Ron was likely to be the last battery. The pitch came in and Ron swung as if he were trying to flatten the ball. He didn’t catch the ball solidly, but it still managed to sail overthe third baseman’s head and go bounding into the outfield. Ron ran to first base and headed to second. He saw his good friend, Adam, get his glove on the ball, and Ron slowed to stop at second. Adam fumbled with the ball, dropping it to the ground. “Run, go, go, go, go,” Ron hear from the benchmark. Johnny Williams, who valued winning above breathing, was screaming for him to take third base.
Ron saw Adam reach for the ball. Ron knew that if he ran immediately, he could make it; Adam didn’t have a very good arm. “Run, you idiot,” screamed Johnny. Ron hesitated, if he ran now then he would be challenging Adam and Ron didn’t want to embarrass his friend. Finally, Adam found the handle on the ball and Ron’s opportunity to advance passed, and he just stayed on second. There was time for Another batter, but he grounded out and the game ended in a tie.
“OK, time to go in,” called the PE instructor, Ms. Cole. The kids gathered up their equipment and headed for the stairs that led from the ball field back to the school building.
“We could have won the game,” Ron heard from right behind his back. He turned and saw Johnny glaring at him.
“I couldn’t have scored,” said Ron, although he knew that he could have easily gone to third.
“Pussy,” said Johnny with venom in his voice, “you didn’t even try.”
Ron just turned his back on Johnny. Ron was easily the biggest boy in his class and didn’t have to stand up to the other kids very often. He was easy going and certainly no bully. Ron felt something slam into his back, and he staggered forward. He turned and saw that Johnny had shoved him in the back. “Stop it,” Ron snapped.
“What are you going to do, pussy?” taunted Johnny. The other kids had begun to gather around. Johnny seemed delighted to have an audience. He gave Ron another shove.
Ron’s arms shot out and connected with Johnny’s shoulders. The boy stumbled backwards and tripped over his own feet. Amidst giggles and laughter from the crowd, he fell on his butt next to the stairs. Looking around, Johnny grabbed a stick of wood that was lying neary and swung it at Ron’s legs.
Ron tried to jump back, but the end of the stick hit his thigh. There was a sequencing pain that ran up his leg. He grabbed his inner thigh and doubled over in ago.
“Break it up. What’s going on here?” said Ms. Cole as she ran over to investigate the communication.
“Johnny hit Ron with that stick,” said some girl’s voice from the crowd.
“He pushed me down,” said Johnny.
“He shoved me first,” said Ron, defending himself.
“Let me have that stick,” said Ms. Cole, and Johnny reluctantly handed it over. When she held it up, Ron could see a nail sticking out of the end. “Are you hurt?” Ms. Cole asked Ron.
"Maybe a little,” said Ron. He moved his hands to reveal a ragged tear in his pants and a line of blood.
“Go to the nurse’s office,” said Ms. Cole, “we’ll sort this out later.” Ron clamped his hand over his burning inner thigh and limped up the stairs to the school building.
April Yount was the school’s nurse. She was a pixyish woman with spiky blonde hair and large liquid brown eyes. She looked up as Ron entered the innovation. She spotted the blood on his pants right away. “What happened to you?” she asked with concern.
Ron told her the story of the short lived shoving match. April nodded and said, “OK, pull down your pants and we’ll take a look.” She turned to a supply cabinet and began to pull out gauze, tape and antiseptics.
Ron pulled down his pants and saw that the wound ran under the leg of his boxer shorts, so he went ahead and pulled down his shorts too. His leg was aching so much that hewasn’t concerned about modesty.
April turned back to Ron and almost dropped her supplies. Ron was seated on the exam table, his pants and shorts pulled down to his knees. He was looking at the scar on his leg and kneeing the muscle of his thigh in obvious discomfort. April glanced at his scar, but she couldn’t keep her eyes off Ron’s cock and balls. They were the biggest that she had ever seen on any boy, or on any man for that matter. His scrotum looked as if it contained a couple of tennis balls, and his cock lay drawn over those cum eggs like a fleshy shrinked hose. April was amazed at its size and the thing wasn’t even hard.
April knew that she shouldn’t be gawking at a student’s gonads, and eventually her professionalism prevailed over her curiosity. She casually drew a towel over Ron’s privates and went to work on his scar. He took it pretty well, managing to sit still and not to fuss as she treated the long gash. She cleaned the area and treated it with an antibiotic. After covering the wound with gauze, she wrapped a stretch bandage around his leg as a final dressing. As she wrapped the material around his leg, it was impossible for her not to brush the back of her hand against his cock and balls. She could have sworn that Ron’s dick was growing longer as she worked, and it was with reluctance when she had to tell him that she was through. She checked his medical records and said, “I see that your tetanus shots are up to date, so you shouldn’t have any trouble. Keep that bandage dry and be sure to see your family doctor if your leg swells or become more tender.”
Ron pulled his pants up and said, “Thanks, Ms. Yount, since I’m here can I ask you something?”
“Certainly,” she answered.
Ron was suddenly shy. He was wondering about something and he didn’t know who to ask. He tried not to ask his mother about stuff like this because she was capable of snapping his head off over the least thing. Besides, Ms. Yount was a nurse and she should know. “It’s about my penis,” he finally managed to mumble. “Sometimes stuff comes out of it.”
“You mean besides urine,” said April.
“Yeah.” Let’s jerk those pants back off and check that puppy out, thought April. But what she said was, “Well, it usually happens in older boys, but it’s normal to see drops of a clear fluid from time to time.”
“It’s a lot more than a few drops,” Ron said.
Gallons of cum from those big balls, I bet, sounded in April’s mind. She put her fingers to her mouth for a second just in case what she was thinking tried to leak out. Actually, she was concerned. Maybe the boy really had some disease that was making his gonads balloon up. “Ron,” she said softly, “do you masturbate?”
Ron blushed to the tips of his ears. Yes, he masturbated. Ever since that first orgasm in his bath a couple of years ago, he’d done it on a daily basis, sometimes more often. At first there had been only that fantastic feeling, but after a couple of months he began to see a burnt of clear liquid on the tip of his cock after he came. At first he thought that it was pee, but as the weeks went on, there was more and more of the syrupy stuff. “Uh… yeah,” he answered.
“I need a specimen of whatever it is that you’re talking about. Do you think that you could masturbate into this?” she asked as she handed him a plastic cup.
“Right here, in front of you?” he said, certain that he couldn’t.
She was tempted to tell him yes, but April said, “No, honey, you can go in the bathroom.”
He took the cup and headed for the small bathroom at the back of the innovation. Halfway there Ron’s nervous false, he turned and said, “This might take a while.”
“Try to finish before the end of school,” April said dryly. That was two hours away.
Ron closed the bathroom door. The room was clean, brightly lit and smelled of antiseptic and soap. He pulled down his pants and winced as his bare skin touched the cold toilet lid. It was almost like jacking off at home. But at home he would have sneaked one of his mother’s fashion magazines into the bathroom. His cock began to lengthen and fill as the thought of fashion models in lacy bras filled his mind. He loved the sight of creamy breasts swelling above formfitting satin cups.
Ron’s cock jutted up from between his thighs. He reached out and put his hand on his cock head as it wobbled about at chest level. He began to masturbate with a twisting, stroking motion. He closed his eyes and thought about female breasts and legs. Long feminine legs turned him on too. The daydream of tanned and shapedly thighs and calves revealing themselves from beneath tight skirts and shorts made hiscock full and rigid.
Ron felt the warm surge of cum building at the base of his dick. He suddenly remembered that he wasn’t here to simply blow off some sexual pressure. He snatched the cup from the edge of the sink where he had put it a few minutes ago. He pushed his dick forward and tried to angle the cup so that it would catch the imminent flow of fluid. He quickly realized that wasn’t going to work, so he stood, bent over and got the rim of the cup under his penis just as his first shot squirted from his cock-head.
There was the sound of liquid hitting plastic, and then the sound of liquid hitting liquid, and then, just that quick, the cup was full. Ron put the cup back on the sink as his next shot of cum splashed on the toilet lid. He jerked up the lid and cum jetted onto the seat, finally, he got things under control and managed to spew the rest of his load into the bowl.
“What a mess,” Ron said under his breath. He should have known this would happen. He set to work with toilet tissue and paper towels. In a few minutes, he had his messed cleaned up and flushed away. He carried the specimen cup back into the innovation, careful not to spill the contents. Ms. Yount was at her desk. He cautiously put down the cup and said, “Here it is.”
April glanced at the cup, looked up at Ron, and then jerked her eyes back to the cup. It was graduated up to four ounces and held even more. Ron had managed to fill it full of milky white cum all the way to the top. “That much?” she exceled.
Ron shrugged, “Isn’t that enough?” he asked innocently. “I mean there was lots more, but I had to flush it away. Maybe you should have given me a bigger cup.”
“No, this is fine,” she said in amazement. She shook her head to clear it and dug into a drawer in her desk. She pulled out a letter sized teaching booklet and handed it to Ron. “I have an idea that you may need this.";
Ron took the booklet. The title was ‘Sex Facts for Teens.’ The cover showed a boy and girl sitting under a tree calmly gazing into the distance, their school books stacked neatly on the ground. “Thanks,” he said.
“You read that and then we’ll talk about it, if you want. Come back in a week and I’ll check your leg. Be sure to go to your doctor, or let me know, if it swells up or turn red,” said April.
“My penis?”
“No, your leg, silly,” said April, stifling a laugh.
Ron left the innovation and headed to his classroom. Ms. Givens, his teacher, simply gave him a glance as he took his seat. It was time for their history lesson and Ms. Givens was boring the class about some king or another. Ron was much more interested in the booklet that Ms. Yount had given to him. He opened it and flipped through its pages. His eye was caught by the line drawings of the male penis. One showed it soft and drooped over, and another drawing showed it erect with a nice, graceful upward curve. ‘The average adult male penis is from 5 1⁄2 to 6 inches in length, ‘ said the caption underneath the drawings.
That must be a misprint, thought Ron. If it was true, then his dick wasn’t just bigger than average, it was off the scale. That couldn’t be right, could it? He scanned the rest of the booklet. He was glad to find that his vague notions about vaginas were mostly correct.
After school that day Ron went to the school gym. He was going to try out for the basketball team. There was almost no chance that a sixth-grader could make the junior varsity team, but he was tall for his age and besides, it was one of the few after school activities that met his mother’s approval.
Ron was sitting on the bleachers with thirty other boys when Coach Cole came into the gym. “OK, listen up,” she barked above the noise of the students’ talk and horseplay, “CoachJones has had a family emergency, so tryouts are posted.” A murmur of disappointment ran through the crowd. “Let’s move down to the locker rooms. You can call for your rides there and wait until someone comes to pick you up.”
The coach led the way down stairs out if the gym. “You boys keep things down to a loud roar. I don’t want to have to come in here,” she said as the boys passed by her and into the locker room. Ron know that his mom wouldn’t pick him up for more than an hour. He sought out an area on one of the benches to wait. The dreaded Johnny Williams wasn’t around — someone had said that he had been explored. So he didn’t have to contend with that asshole. He decided that he might as well start on his homework, so he opened his math book and tried to study.
“Yeah, I fucked her good.” Ron’s head jerked up when he heard that. He looked around and saw that he was very nearly alone. There were only four other boys who hadn’t been able to leave school yet. They were clustered in the rear of the locker room and obviously the talk had turned to girls.
“I bet you did,” said a ninth-grade, named Charles, sarcastically.
“Damn right,” said the other boy. He was also in the ninth grade. His name was Bobby, as best as Ron could remember. Bobby grabbed his crotch and gave it a squeeze.
“Not with that little pencil-dick of yours,” said Charles, “I’ve seen you in the shows.”
“Mine’s as big as yours when it’s hard,” said Bobby.
Charles reached down to the front of his pants and began to stroke the clothes covered lump there. “OK, let’s find out. Make a hard-on, if you can, and we’ll see,” he said.
Bobby began massage his crotch in earnest. He looked over at the two eighth-grades, who had been sitting neary, and said, “You guys need to get in on this. Let’s see what you’ve got.”
One boy’s hand reached tenatively for the front of his pants, but the other one said, “I’ve already got a boss.”
Suddenly, the room was quiet except for the sound of skin sliding on clothes. Ron felt his cock stirring, but he didn’t move. He didn’t want to draw attention to himself. A minute later, Charles stood up and unzipped his pants. He reached inside and pulled out his cock as if he exposed himself every day of the week. “How’s that?” he asked, as he waved his penis back and forth so that everyone could get a good view.
The other three boys stood and there was a flurry of zippers being pulled. Ron couldn’t stop himself from looking. Sure enough, just as the brochure had said, as far as he could tell none of their cocks were over six inches in length. He was certainly bigger than these guys. Hell he was bigger than any three of them put together. “Ha, I told you,” said Charles, struggling his cock and looking at Bobby, “you’re the smallest.”
“Am not,” Bobby said in denial. Desperate to be not the shortest, he looked around and spotted Ron. “Come over here. Let’s see yours.”
Ron felt a surge of blood infuse his cock. He was way bigger than these guys, but he didn’t want to expose himself. It was just too weird. “That’s OK,” he said, “I’d rather not.”
“If you want to be on the team, then you better get over here,” said Bobby.
“Yeah, get with the plan,” said Charles.
Oh what the hell, thought Ron. I don’t want them to tell the other guys that I’m some sort of big geek, ashamed of his dick. He went over to where the other guys were standing and unzipped his pants. There was no point in trying to pull his cock through his fly, so he lowered his pants, and then began to pull down his underwear. The first six inches of his dick appearned above the elastic band of his tighty-whiteys, and then the next six appeared. “Holy shit,” said Bobby in awe.
Ron continued to lower his shorts until the head of his cock popped free. He straightened his back and his cock flopped over to lie on his thigh. “I can’t believe it,” said Charles. He began to stroke his cock harder and faster.
Ron couldn’t help that his dick was getting hard. His shaft began to get thicker as it climbed up his leg. The lengthy piece of meat rolled forward and filled until it was jutting outward proudly. The two eighth-grades goggled at Ron’s cock as it twitched and bobbed in the air. They arched their backs and jutted out their hips, beating their meat as if in taxe to a superior cock.
“Oh man, you’re fucking huge,” said Bobby. “Bigger than my daddy. Hell, three or four times bigger than his.” Bobby really did have the smallest dick in the group. He could use only two fingers as he masturbated.
Ron’s hand seemed to move on its own as he reached out and began to stroke the head of his cock. The guys, especially the older ones, were staring at his cock with envy. It was such a turn-on. His cock grew even harder and longer as a stream of pre-cum flowed from the slit in his cock-head and lubricated his fingers.
One of the eight-grades grunted and a couple of spurts of cloudy cum seen out of his cock and dripped over his fingers. Ron waited for the streams he thought would follow, but nothing happened. The boy slumped; Ron realized that he was finished. Seconds later Charles’ face screwed up and cum squirted from the tip of his dick. His semen managed to make some light spots on the floor. The other eight-grade finished Shortly thereafter with similarly unspectacular results. Bobby held the end of his cock between thumb and forefinger and masturbated in short tugs. “I’m goin’ to shoot,” he gasped. He stretchedhis dick out as far as possible and grunted loudly as a little sprit of cum trickled out the slit.
Huh, watch this, thought Ron in disdain as he felt his cock swell. The head turned from red to near purple and obviously grow larger. The slit blowmed and a stream of cum blasted into a nearby metal locker, making a hollow thrumming sound. Ron recognized that he had just ejaculated twenty times more cum than the other boys had produced in total, and that was just his first stream. Ron hosted down the locker until the cum was streaming down the metal door and pooling on the tile floor.
“Oh wow, dude,” said Bobby. His dick had shrunk back as if to take refuge inside his pants. “You can play on our team any time.”

A week passed and Ron returned to the school innovation so that Ms. Yount could check on his scar. “Hi, Ron,” said April as he approached her desk. “How’s that scar of yours?” She was looking bright and perky in alight blue lab coat.
“It hasn’t hurt much,” said Ron.
“Hop up on the examination table and we’ll take a look at it.”
Ron pulled his pants down to his knees and took a seat. April noted once more the substantial bulge in Ron’s shorts, but first things first. She unwrapped the stretch bandage and then gently pulled away the gauze from his leg. The scar was pink with a little scabbing, nothing to worry about. “That looks fine. I don’t think we’ll have to amputate,” she teased.
“Oh thank goodness,” said Ron as if he had really been worried. The two talked for a few more minutes about school as she changed his bandage.
April kept glancing at Ron’s crotch. In the past week she had been telling herself that the apparent size of his dick had been a trick of perspective, that it really wasn’t the monster she remembered. She had debated with herself as to whether or not she ought to try forAnother look. This morning her curiosity, and frankly, her lust won out. “Ron, you remember that semen sample you gave me last week?”
Ron nodded.
“Well it came back negative, but I’d still like to examine your penis, just to be on the safe side,” April said in her best clinical voice.
“OK,” said Ron. He hoped that she wouldn’t find anything that might actually lead to shrinking the size of his cock, but he didn’t want to have any sort of disease either.
April wiggled her hands into a pair of latex gloves as Ron pulled down his shorts. She simply stared at the hunk of meat that lay across the boy’s thigh. It hadn’t been her imagination. It was bigger than any cock she’d ever dreamed of, and it wasn’t even hard. She took its length into her hands and tried to examine the warm flesh without actually fondling. Except for the bluesh veins, Ron’s cock was pink and healthy.
Ron was embarrassedas hell, but he loved the feel of Ms. Yount’s fingers on his dick; he began to get hard. She gently turned and twisted his penis as it grew longer and thicker. For a second he worried that she might drop his dick in disgust and order him to get dressed, but to his surprise she began to stroke him from crotch to cock-head, encouraging his hot blood.
April couldn’t stop her fingers from their sensuous task. How much larger could this boy’s cock get? Would he leap from the table, calling her a pervert and ruin her professional life? She looked into his eyes and saw only excitement and encouragement. “Do you like this?” she asked. He nodded his head. “I can make it feel even better. Would you like that?” she asked. Her voice was low and semiconductor. She took his wide grin as an asset. She turned and picked up a bottle of lotion from the top of a neary cabinet. She squirted a general portion onto the palm of one hand and held it there for a fewseconds, warming the slippery liquid. Careful not to spill the lotion, she coated every square inch of Ron’s cock with the cream, and then she began to give his dick a through massage. It was like kneeing a hard muscle. She ran her hands from his oversized balls upward. Every time her hands squeezed his cock-head his hips jerked or rocked about.
“Yeah, you like that, don’t you?” she said in a whisper.
“Uh huh,” Ron croaked.
April wanted to give him the stroke job of a lifetime. “I can’t believe your cock,” she said. “It’s just so damn long, and I don’t mean like some sort of tube either. It’s so wide I can’t even get my hands around it.” At the base, her fingers failed to meet as she grasped his dick. She slide her hands upward trying to squash his cock between her fingers. She may as well have tried to compress a steel pipe. Ron moaned a little as she made his cock-head swell. “And thisthing must be as big as a baseball when you cum,” she whispered, looking at the purple, engaged head. She released the pressure of her fingers and was rewarded with several ounces of pre-cum that gushed forth. “Oh yeah, let’s get this thing really slicked down,” she said enthusiastically.
April’s hands began to flash up and down on Ron’s massive meat. The pre-cum continued to flow from his cock tip, and every time her hands smoked into his cock-head the cum splashed onto her arms. “Come on baby, come on,” she chanted, “put out for me, come on.”
Ron alternated between having his eyes screwed shut in bliss and watching April’s face. She looked awe struck as his cock jerked and twitched in her hot hands. She had brought him to a near boil, and she was practically becoming for his cum.
April heard Ron grunt, and as her hands shot up the length of his shaft a torrent of cum spewed from the end of his cock and leapedat least six feet in the air. “Oh fuck, yeah,” she squealed as the hot cream continued to fountain from the purple, swollen head of his cock. The milky cream rained down on her arms, face and soaked her lab coat.
Ron grunted as his body heaved the cum from his loins in mind shattering blasts. April continued to milk the hot cream out of his cock until it had stopped spurting and was merely washing over the head of his dick in diminishing waves. She continued to reverently cares his shake and cup each of his balls in turn — just one of his eggs filled her palm.
Ron witnessed, that had to have been the best orgasm of his life. His cock gave a shudder and he suddenly realized that as great as he felt, he didn’t feel empty or finished. His cock was as hard as ever, and he was still horny.
April sensed that something was happening, or rather wasn’t happening. Ron’s cock wasn’t wilting; it was still as stiff as a flag pole. Her eyes shifted to Ron’s face. “You’re still hard,” she said in awe.
“Yeah, looks like,” he said with a wide grin. He began to hope for another hand job. That had been fantastic. He was surprised when she ripped off her lab coat and clawed at the button on her slacks.
“I can’t stand it anymore. I’ve got to have your big dick,” she panted. She threw her slacks to the floor and seconds later her lacy black panties followed. “Hop off,” she demanded, pulling on Ron’s arm. He slid off the exam table making his cock wave in the air like a club. April replaced him on the table. She lay back with her feet on the edges and her knees in the air. She spread her legs and Ron’s eyes went wide as saucers as he stared at her glistening pussy. “Let’s go,” she said impatiently. Ron crawled between her legs, a bit unsure of what to do next. But April took care of that when she spread the lips of her vagina with the fingers of one hand and tried to bend his cock down with the other.
Ron got the idea immediately. He shifted his weight so that his cock got a better angle and suddenly the head of his dick was working its way within the clinging wet confines of heaven. “Now slowly,” she told him. Ron eased his hips forward a fraction of an inch at a time. The feeling was fantastic. No wonder the older guys raved all the time about fucking.
“That’s far enough,” April told him as his cock-head snugged to a stop. He looked down and saw that more than half of his dick was still visible. He pulled back and began the first hump of his young life.
April spread her legs until they reached. She’d never had anything this large in her cunt and it felt amazing. Everything was touched and massed and stretched; she began to orgasm immediately. “Oh Ron, this is too good,” she gasped. She grabbed at her thighs and her boobs. Her head rolled about and her back arched.
Ron saw the terrific effect that his cock was having and doubled the speed of his fucking. “Yeah, fuck yeah,” he whispered to himself. He felt a ripple of vaginal muscle along his cock and April looked as if her body had just been plugged into a wall socket. She was positively vibrating with pleasure. I made her cum. I made her cum like a wild woman, he told himself. He didn’t even slow down. She jerked about on the table, but she couldn’t escape his plumdering cock. Ron watched her cum over and over. He loved the fact that she was helpless with pleasure, but he couldn’t keep her that way forever. The pressure was building in his groin, and finally his cock exploded in a rush of cum that must have filled her pussy to the brim. After his initial blast, his cum jetted out of her pussy as fast as he pumped it in.
Chapter 2

Ron’s mother, Ginny, was getting ready for a night out. Ron could tell that by the way she moved around her bedroom, plus the pleasant smells of perfume and powder that wafted through the house. He looked up at the sound of her heels as she entered the den where he was watching television. Ginny was tall, with an attractive if not eye popping figure. She had chestnut hair that fell in waves down her back, and she was wearing skintight jeans and a plain white cotton tee-shirt with a vest.
“I’m going out,” she announced unnecessarily. She pointed a manicured finger at his face. “What are the rules?”
Ron had to stifle a sight. That would only earn him a rebuke. “No one comes over, no cooking, no Internet and in bed by eleven.”
“That’s right,” she said. She opened her pursuit and pulled out her car keys and cell phone. She held up the phone and twiddled it back and forth in her fingers for Ron to see. “Call me only if there’s an emergency.” A second later she was gone.
Ron played a video game until he grew frustrated and bored. He checked the television listings, but there was nothing interesting on for a while. He decided, however, that there was one interesting thing that he could do. He picked up one of his mother’s fashion catalogs and headed for the bathroom. Even though he was alone in the house, he closed and locked the door. Taking a couple of hand towels from their rack, he made sure that they were available on the neary counter. He pulled down his pants and underwear down to his knees and took a seat on the toilet. His cock pumped itself upwards in anticipation from between his legs as he spread the catalog open on the clothes material stretched between his knees.
He flipped through the catalog to the junior-miss section. In theory, the models on these pages were his age, but Ron had never seen girls as pretty and elegant as these at his school. He masturbated with one hand as he perused the pages. The smiling girls showed off kicky skirts and sporty tops. Their legs weree bare to the thigh, and their breasts thrust against tight tees and blouses. He really liked one of the models. She had long dark hair and eyes that flirted with the reader. Ummmm… he’d had sex now. He knew that he could make that hot model scream with pleasure before he pumped her pussy full. This jacking off in the bathroom was a pale substitute, but it was all he had right now.
Ron could feel the growing sexual tension pulse in his cock. It was time to turn to the really good stuff. He flipped to the bra section of the catalog. He couldn’t understand why women needed fifty different styles of bras in just as many colors, but he was glad they did. He especially liked the bras that shaped and enhanced. Those bras lifted and pushed at the breasts of the lithe young models who were probably the least likely women to need such things. But all that title flesh bulging above the soft, satiny cups was just so excited. He closed his eyes and imagined Ms. Yount in her bra.He’d seen her pussy and fucked her until she was nearly unconscious, but he’d never seen her bra. He could just imagine the feeling of those lacy cups in his fingers as he pounded away.
Abruptly, his eyes snapped open. He was about to cum. Ron snatched up the hand towels and clamped them over the growing head of his cock. The feel of the rough clothes was a delicious age. He yanked his hand up down faster and faster. His eyes screwed shut and he bit his lower lip. His back arched and then he was cumming, soaking the towels full of hot boy-cream.
Ron was still watching television at twelve-thirty that night when he heard his mom’s car in the drive. She would be pissed if she caught him up this late, but he’d planned for this. He snapped off the television, the only thing that was creating light in the house, and walked quickly to his bedroom. He was in bed and feigning sleep long before he heard her key in the door.
He listened as the front door openedand closed, and then he heard a man’s voice. Well, it wasn’t the first time she’d brought someone home. He heard his mom giggle and the man’s answering laughter. Their voices moved into her bedroom, and then things were quiet for a while. He heard some thumbs and bumps and some more soft laughter. Minutes later, a rhythmic bumping sound came through the wall between his mom’s bedroom and his room. “Oh yes, baby, screw me with that big thing,” he heard his mother says in a long drawn out moan. Ron knew they were fucking. In his mind’s eye, he saw some guy — no doubt a young stud – on top of his mom, his dick appearing and disappearing into her pussy.
Ron remembered Ms. Yount’s password contained face as he lay between her legs, banging into her pussy over and over. For a second, his mother’s pretty face and long dark hair replaced Ms. Yount’s, and he was banging his own mom. But it was well past his bedtime and he soon fell asleep to dream of dark-haired women whose sexy bras peeked from beneath lab coats, and who showed long shaped legs.
The next morning Ron awoke at first light. He didn’t want to get up, but his full bladder wasn’t to be ignored, so he rolled out of bed and headed for the bathroom. He was halfway through the door before he realized that he wasn’t alone.
“Hi there, cowboy,” said the man when he saw Ron.
“Oh… hi,” said Ron with a startled expression. The man was average height, nice looking with shaggy dark hair. The one thing he didn’t have was clothing, not a stitch. Ron couldn’t help himself, he checked the guy out. From a that of black public hair the man’s dick arched long and thick towards a couple of low hanging balls. Not half as long nor as thick as his own cock thought Ron, but certainly bigger than average.
The man drunk his hands and face with a towel and tossed it down on the counter. “All yours, partner,” he said as he sauntered past Ron back into his mother’s bedroom.
Ron did his business and went back to his bedroom, determined to stay there until the man left. He didn’t have to wait long. A few minutes later he heard soft footballsteps and then the sound of the front door opening and closing. By that time his stomach was rumbling so he went to the kitchen, fixed a bowl of cereal and settled down to Saturday morning cartoons in the den.
Ron’s mother got up around noon. She had her own routine after a big night out. Ginny made a full pot of coffee and appropriated the television. Curling up in a chair, she watched the headline news for a while and then turned to the music video channels. Ron abandoned the den and went to play games on the computer. His mother was working on her third cup of coffee when he needed to make some notes, but there was no pen or pencil in sight. He know where to find one though; his mother always had a selection in one ofthe drawers of the bureau in her bedroom.
Ron wrinkled his nose as he entered his mother’s bedroom. It smelled of stale perfume, sweat and alcohol. He quickly selected a pen from the bureau drawer and was on his way back to the computer when he met his mother at the door to her bedroom. “What were you doing in here?” she asked.
“I needed a pen,” he said, holding it up to show her.
She simply frowned and brushed past him into her room. Ron heard the door shut as he walked away. He went back to his game, but it wasn’t long before he heard his mother call his name. She was using a tone that usually spelled doom for Ron. He couldn’t imagine what had gotten her so upset, but he snapped into motion and was in her room seconds later.
Ginny was holding her wallet and she shook it at him accusingly as he entered the room. “I had almost two hundred dollars in here last night and now it’s gone,” she snapped.
Ron shrugged, why was she asking him? He knew better than to touch her purse. “I didn’t take it,” he said.
Her face contained and she said with a sneer, “Well, you were just in here.”
Ron felt his face grow hot with the unfairness of her accusation. His mind grew fuzzy like it did at times like these, and before he could stop himself he blurted out, “Maybe it was your friend with the little dick. He was fucking you in here, wasn’t he?”
He barely saw the slap that knocked his head sideways. The stinging pain in his face made his eyes tear up. He throw his hands to his face and ran from the room, followed by the sound of his mother slamming her door.
For the next several days Ron and Ginny didn’t speak. He suspected his mother had come to the conclusion that he had been right about her lover taking her money. But he knew she would never admit it, and that pissed him off. Why would she give one of her boyfriends the benefit of adoubt and jump on him? Was it because they were having sex? Did those boyfriends gain some sort of status over his mother just because they had some swinging meat between their legs? Well, if a big dick mattered so much to her, then he could do something about that.
One day after school the following week, Ron dug into his underwear drawer and pulled out a pair of boxes. He had stopped wearing the loose fitting shorts because they were useless in controlling unwanted ections. Tugging the crotch to the right, he ran his dick down the left leg of the boxes. Then he pulled on a pair of old jeans, and stroked at his cock until it was half hard and made a long bulge along his thigh. Now it was time to show off.
Ron strolled into the kitchen where his mother was making dinner. He poured a glass of water from the tap and turned to face Ginny as he drank. He glanced down. The front of his jeans looked as if he had taken a stuffed athletic sock and run it down his pant’s leg. He finished his drink and put the glass in the dishwasher. As he walked out of the kitchen, he wasn’t sure if his mom had noticed anything, but he fully intended to give her plenty of other opportunities.
For a week Ron moved around the house looking as if he was sporting a fat sausage in his pants. When he sat, he would smooth the clothes covering his cock so that it would stand out. From time to time he would look at his mother and catch her eyes looking away, or her head turning, or her hand coming up to her mouth as she cleared her throat. If he thought that she might be looking, he would absently press his hand down the length of his cock, making sure she knew that long lump in his pants wasn’t just a fold in the clothes.
Ron arrived home from school on the following Friday. He could feel his cock stirring as he came through the door. He usually masturbated right after school before his mom came home from work, but today he had different plans. His dick remainsed remarkably hard through his afternoon snack and he was oozing pre-cum while he did algebra homework. Finally, he heard his mom’s car in the drive. Ron went into the bathroom and took his seat on the toilet, his cock thrusting up from his groin. He took a bottle of body lotion and squirted a general amount into his palm. After coating his dick from head to balls, he began to pound his dick with a steady beat. He added more lotion, so that he made a liquid, smacking sound every time his fingers hit the flared head.
Ron made sure that the slapping sound of hand on cock was loud and independent as his mother walked by the bathroom door. Her footsteps slowed and then stop altogether. He imagined her standing just a few feet away, listening to her little boy jerk off his mega-cock.
Ron’s hand flashed up down his thick shake faster and faster. He wasn’t going to be able to last much longer. He reached over and pulled at least five feet of toilet paper from the roll. The holder made a long, loose metallic rattle as he jerked at the paper. He wadded the paper in one hand and clamped it over the end of his bloated cock-head just as the first gush of cum rushed upward. He gasped loudly with every wad of hot boy-juice that shot into the tissue.
When he was finally finished, Ron took another long pull of toilet paper and cleaned off his cock and hands. He dropped the cum and lotion soaked paper into the toilet so that it made a nice, loud plop as it hit the water. He flushed and then washed his hands in the sink. After stuffing his still mostly hard dick down his pant’s leg, he opened the door and stepped into the hallway. The door to his mother’s bedroom was cracked barely open and he smiled when he saw it close completely as he walked by.
Over the next week Ron considered on how far to take this. Although they barely spoke, he thought that the atmosphere between him and his mom had changed. Somehow she seemed smaller and morefeminine, more girlish. He had continued to masturbate, usually more than once a day, but he was beginning to year for more pussy. He’d made himself available to Ms. Yount, and even though there had been some significant eye contact between them, they hadn’t had an opportunity to be alone. The upshot was that he was one horny teen with a big cock to satisfy.
Things came to a head the following Saturday afternoon. It was a cloudy, dark day with a constant drizzle that eliminated any idea of ​​outdoor chores or games. Ginny had gone shopping and Ron had spent the morning watching cartoons and playing video games. By early afternoon he was bored. He made a sandwich and settled down in front of the TV. He flipped through the channels until the sight of a couple of generally proportioned breasts bouncing around in a too small bikini made his channel surfing come to a halt.
It was a movie about a couple of cheerleaders. One was a sexy, beautiful bitch, and the other girll was a more likeable character, but just as sexy and beautiful in a more subdued fashion. They both lost after the sexy and handsome school quarterback. In the end, the quarterback fucked and disclosed the bitch, while the likeable girl ended up with her only slightly less handsome best friend who had loved her all along. It was a B-movie plot with plenty of B-movie footage. There were scenes of girls in bras, girls in bikinis, girls in steam filled shows and girls in incredibly inappropriate school attire. There were plenty of make-out scenes with tongues darting about, and a couple of sex scenes with glimpses of bare breasts.
By the end of the movie Ron had a throbbing erection and an urgent desire to empty his pulsing balls. On a whim he decided to do it in his bedroom rather than on his usual perch in the bathroom. He loaded up on tissue paper and after pulling down his pants, he took a seat on his bed. He throw his pillows one on top of the other and propped his upper body against the pillows and headboard with his legs stretched out on the mattress. He pushed at his rigid erection until it was upright and pointed at the ceiling, then he crossed his legs, trapping his balls under his legs and pulling at the skin of his dick. That way, his cock stood erect and tall all by itself. The head twitched back and forth in time with his pulse. Ron flexed the muscles in his groin and a bubble of pre-cum appeared on the tip of his cock. He took some tissue and wiped it away. Sometimes, masturbating with smooth, dry skin against smooth, dry skin was just as good as getting everything slick and oily.
Ron steadied his cock with his left hand and began to jerk off with his right. His hand only traveled a few inches, covering and uncovering the sensitive skin just under the bloated head. Ron closed his eyes and dreamt of the girls in the movie. The bitchy girl had had the hottest body. Her breasts had practically overwhelmed the cups of her bikini, with tit flesh bulging around all sides of the cups, plus she had nipples that looked as if they were going to punch through the flimsy material of her swim suit.
Clunk. Ron’s eyes popped open at the sound of the door closing on his mother’s car. He had been so deep into his erotic fantasy he hadn’t heard her drive up. His body halfway jerked off the bed in full cover-his-ass mode before he realized that this was his chance. He sank back onto the bed and arranged his cock until it was once more pointed skyward. Glancing to his left, he saw that the door to his room wasn’t quite closed. It wouldn’t close completely unless he gave it a good shove and he estimated that the inch wide crack was just about right. He leaned back on the pillows and resumed stroke. To his surprise, his cock hadn’t flagged in the least. In fact, it looked as if it were eager for whatever was going to happen.
Ginny walked into the house carrying the new shoes for which she had spent the morning shopping. They were just the thing for the demure, yet revealing, little dress she was going to wear for her date that evening. Richard Dearing probably wouldn’t notice her shoes, but he would notice the way the four inch heels showedcased her legs. Besides, the new shoes would make her feel sexy, and if she felt sexy then she would look sexy, and that means Richard would likely keep a boner in his pants all night. A knowing smile, an accidental touch and their next date might include diamonds — something small and tasteful. Later dates should prove more profitable, if not very excited. Richard wouldn’t be a stud like that cowboy she had brought home the other night. What was his name? Randy or Dandy or something like that. It didn’t matter. What mattered was that his thick eight inches had filled her pussy. It had Almost been worth the money that he had stolen from her purse. Yes, she had finally admitted to herself that her one night stand had ripped heroff, and not her son Ron. She wasn’t about to admit it to Ron though. He was growing up too fast for her taste. Let the boy think that he was on shaky ground as far as women were concerned.
Ginny headed towards her bedroom. She glanced into Ron’s room as she walked by. He had one arm thrust awkwardly in the air and he was rubbing his fist. Had he hurt himself trying some dumb stunt that he’d seen on TV? He was certainly growing more adventurous. She thought that she’d heard him masturbating in the bathroom the other day, and lately he’d looked as if he was carrying around a perpetual erection. Well, boys did that sort of thing. She would have to search his room for girly magazines.
Ginny was just changing into a loose pair of shorts when a stunning comprehension clicked into place in her mind. Ron hadn’t hurt his arm. He was sitting on his bed, masturbating a huge cock in the middle of the afternoon, and he hadn’t even bothered to close hisdoor. That couldn’t be right. Could it? It must have been a trick of the light. Ginny hastily throw on an old denim shirt and walked quickly and quietly back to where she could look into Ron’s room. Her mouth flew open in a silent gasp of surprise when she saw that what she had imagined was true.
Ginny saw that Ron was steadying his dick with the fist of his left hand, and then there was this expansion of cock flesh, and then his right hand was rubbing the skin just under a doorknob sized head. She couldn’t believe it. Her son was hung like a horse. She became aware of a heavy, warm surge of blood as it flooded her pussy. She could almost feel the walls of her pussy weeping with vaginal juices. Without thinking, she spread her legs and pulled up the leg of her shorts. Ron couldn’t see what she was doing. Indeed, he was obviously absorbed with himself. Ginny ran her fingers over her clip through her panties and bit her lower lip as she began to masturbate in time with the movement of Ron’s hand.
Ron jerked his cock with a lazy stroke. His mom had disappeared into her room for a few minutes, but now he could see her bare foot out of the corner of his eye. She was watching him. She wasn’t screaming for him to stop or threatening some dire punishment either. She was watching his hand move up and down his massive meat. He saw her foot shift and her toes curl. Was she angry, or appalled, or was she turned on? Ron began to beat his meat faster. She was watching and he imagined her getting hotter and hotter, and he was going to give her a show. He was going to let her know just what he could do.
Ginny could see that her son was about to cum. His hips were rocking from side to side and he was taking short gulps of air. Unconsciously, she applied more pressure to her clip and moved her hand faster and faster. She was desperate to finish with her son. She heard Ron take a deep breath and hold it. For a second his entire body, exceedpt for his frantically stroking hand, was rigid with muscle tension, and then suddenly his hips thrust upwards and his cock-head grow until it looked as if it might explode. A column of spunk shot from the tip of Ron’s dick. It surged into the air so far Ginny had to look up in order to see the milky white jet break into fat globs of cum that fells with a series of splats onto his groin. To her amazement, it happened all over again and then it seemed like the stream of cum shots would never end.
Ginny frigged her clip so hard that her hand and arm ached with the effort. So much cum, she groaned in her mind. So much, and it just keeps on gushing from that incredible dick. She was suddenly woozy and thought that she might topple over. She had to put a hand out for balance and then she was cumming. She stifled a cry as her legs quivered and her pussy pulsed in orgasm. Wave after wave of pleasure surged through her cunt. She couldn’t remember the last time she had cum so hard. When she returned to her senses, Ginny saw Ron sopping up his massive load of semen with a handful of bathroom tissue. She softly stepped back into her room and closed the door. A minute later she was on her bed, her arms wrapped around a pillow, emotionally exhausted and quietly napping.
Ron wiped at the sticky mess puddled in his crotch and splattered across his chest. He saw his mother’s foot move and a second later he heard the door to her room close. He smiled in satisfaction. She hadn’t stormed into the room to dress him down. She had watched the whole thing, including the shower of cum he had just produced. She had to be interested, maybe even turned on. He wandered into the bathroom and flushed the double handful of gooey tissue down the toilet.
Early that evening Ron was using lightening bolts to attack a hideous, fanged monster when he heard his mother’s footsteps. He paused his video game and looked up in time to see her come into the living room. She was wearing a v-neck top of black lace over a pleasant black skirt. Her lips were a dark red and her makeup accented her cheeks and dark eyes. “I’m going out,” she announced unecessarily.
“You look hot,” he blurted out. His eyes wandered over her cleavage, past her slim waist and down to her shapedly calves.
Ginny frowned and for a second and Ron thought that she was going to tell him off, but then her face softened and she said, “Thank you. I won’t be late.” Her eyes lingered on her son for a second, and then she was out the door.
Being alone in the house triggered Ron’s cock. Within a minute he had a full hard-on. Ordinarily he would have grabbed one of his mother’s clothing catalogs and jacked-off in the bathroom, but this time he gave his cock a friendly pat and said to himself, “Let’s wait.”
Around nine o’clock, Ron took a bath. He made sure that his crotch and dick were thoroughlyclean. His cock stiffened as he later up the growing hunk of meat, and the temptation to lose his load was enormous, but he forced himself to simply rinse off and hop out of the tub. He dried off and then took a fresh towel into the living room. Spreading the towel on the couch, he slouched down onto the cushions, totally naked; his now soft cock drawn over one tigh, its head resting on the towel.
An hour later, Ron heard his mother’s car in the driveway. His half hard cock sprang to quivering attention as if it were a pet eager for someone to come home and play. For a split second he was worried that she might have brought her date home with her. He hadn’t thought about that. In fact he hadn’t really thought through any of this. He almost jumped off the couch in a panic, but he didn’t. He just grabbed his cock and feel its very reassuring iron hardness.
He heard the sound of her key in the lock, and then the front door opened. The front door wasin full view from the couch, but Ron kept his eyes on the TV as his mother entered. He had settled on a movie showing on one of the women’s channels. On the screen, an older woman in a revealing dress was languidly struggling the bare thigh of a younger man.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw his mother take two steps and come to a dead stop. Time froze. There would have been absolute silence in the room if it hadn’t been for the sound of murmured endearments from the television. Ron’s heart was pounding and he felt lightheaded, but his cock never waved. If anything, it was harder and larger than ever before. Ron could feel his pulse tickling his swollen cock-head.
He looked up at his mother’s approach. She didn’t say anything or look him in the eye. She just seemed to be mesmerized by his cock. Her eyes were locked onto his throbbing meat as she sat down so close that their shoulders touched. Ron inhaled deeply. His mother smelled erotically of shampoo and perfume. He could see down the front of her dress. Her breasts swelled upwards and he could see where the lace of her black bra blended with the black lace of her top.
Ginny reached out and touched his erection with her fingertips. She lightly, almost repeatedly, ran her fingers over the hot skin of his cock. Her touch grew bolder and soon her entire hand was trying to span the width of his rigid pole, but she couldn’t begin to wrap her fingers all the way around. Her palm slide up the length of his cum tube, and she was rewarded with a gush of hot, clear liquid from the slit in his cock-head. She gasped in Surprise as the pre-cum washed over her hand. She caught some in her palm and smelled it all over Ron’s throbbing cock-head.
“Oh,” whispered Ron. He lay back on the couch in contentment as his mother petted and rubbed the head of his dick. He didn’t know where this was going. Was she going to jerk him off? Would she just walk away and pretend that this never happened?
The last thing he expected was for his mother to lock her lips over his cock-head, but that’s exactly what happened. She couldn’t get the whole thing in her mouth of course, but the feel of her lips moving over his skin was nearly overwhelming. Then she began to stroke the sensitive skin beneath his cock-head with a corkscrewing motion of her palm. That was the way he did it. Had she picked that up from him, or was it just the natural way to masturbate? He didn’t have time to ponder the question for long because he was cumming. A hot rush of semen shot through his cock and into his mother’s mouth. Her eyes flew open in surprise, but she managed to swallow down the milky load. Of course that was only the first shot of cum. More and more of the creamy stuff erupted from his cock. Ginny couldn’t handle all of it. Some managed to leak from her red lips, but when Ron’s cock finally stopped spewing she licked his cock-headclean of the spilt cum.
Ron voted in contentment and leaned back on the sofa. The television still murmured in the corner and his mother’s fingers were still caresing his cock. “It’s not going soft,” Ginny said with awe in her voice. It was the first thing she had said since coming home.
Ron realized that she was right. He was as horny as ever. “No, it’s not,” he said, “let’s fuck.” He couldn’t believe what he’d just said, but Ms Yount had been eager to fuck after jerking him off. Wouldn’t his mother feel the same way?
Ginny stood and looked down on her son. His dick had just spouted a total of more cum than she had seen in her entire life, out of the biggest dick in the world, and he was still hard on top of all that. She reached both hands behind her back, making her breasts thrust against her blouse, as she unzipped her top. She shrugged the flimsy black material off her shoulders and let it slide to the floor. A few seconds later, she was stepping out of the skirt that had puddled at her feet. On the off chance that she might end up in bed with the wealthy Richard Dearing that night, Ginny had killed a black, lacy bra and panties along with matching garter-belt and hose. She struck a pose, putting one foot slightly in front of the other and tossing her hair about with a shake of her head. This move usually left men drooling and growing in a sexual frenzy. Her son, Ron, might not be growing, but his eyes were as big as saucers, and his fabulous dick was certainly drooling pre-cum. It looked as wet as her pussy felt.
Ron watched in heated fascination as his mother disposed of her garter belt, hose and panties. He was captured by the sight of her jiggling title-flesh above her bra cups as she approached the couch. She was his fantasy come true. He didn’t dare touch his cock. It was already on a hair-trigger, ready to spray down the room with a fresh load of cum.
She trailed the smooth skin of her calm over his thighs as she climbed onto the couch. She had one foot on the floor and one knee on the cushions. As a result, Ron had only to glance to his left to see her bright pink, open pussy lips. He got the idea immediately. Getting to his knees, Ron bent his dick down to the appropriate level. He had to work his hips from side to side and up and down until his massive cock-head worked its way into the satiny folds of his mom’s pussy.
“Ahh… so big,” whimpered Ginny as Ron pressed inch after relentless inch of unyielding cock into her stretched vagina.
Ron then began to fuck his mother. To his surprise the hair-trigger on his cock didn’t get pulled. He settled into a hot rhythm of pumping cock. The tingling itch at the tip of his dick would grow and then subside. From time to time he had to clamp his hands on his mother’s ass to stop her from coaxing the cum from his laden balls.
“Don’t stop, please fuck me,” she would whine from her orgasm induced stupor. Ginny was cumming off like a string of firecrackers. Her ass would tremble for long seconds and then she would scream and her hips would plumge backward until her son’s meaty cock would hit bottom. Then she’d do it all over again. Ron lost count of the number of times he felt her quivering vaginal muscles pull at his dick.
After what seemed like hours of sexual age, Ron’s dick erupted in a frenzy of spewing cum. His first stream filled his mother’s pussy to overflowing. Ron’s balls delivered another load and he feel the hot cream splashing back on his groin. He withdraw his rampaging cock from Ginny’s pussy and let it fire at will. His cum landed in streams on her back and fell in globs onto her auburn hair. He pressed the head of his dick on her ass and filled the hollow of her back with cum. Lying back onto the couch, Ron felt his cock with messily against his thigh. He resteduntil his mother stood and a second later he watched her wipe up his spent cum with the towel he’d been sitting on. When she left for the bathroom, he went to his room and fell into bed, exhausted.
Ron slept until noon the following day. When he awoke the pressure on his bladder was overwhelming. He padded into the bathroom and unleashed a torrent of piss as his morning hard-on faded. He emerged from the bathroom and smelled the aroma of his mom’s coffee. He realized that she must be up and the thought brought back his erection with a vengeance. Totally naked, he walked into the den. Ginny was curled up on the couch sipping at her cup of coffee. Ron marched up to her until his cock-head nudged her cheek. “Suck me off,” he demanded.
Ginny abused her eyes as she carefully put down her cup. She wrapped both hands around his cock-shaft and slurped her tongue over the head. Looking up into her son’s eyes she pleaded in a whisper, “Will you fuckme later?”
Ron looked down at his mom. He couldn’t remember the last time she’d asked him his wishes on anything. He smiled and gave his hips a twitch that sent his cock-head past her lips. “Oh yeah, you’ll get yours,” he grewled.
Chapter 3

Johnny sat nervously on the couch, his hands clenched in knots on his lap. Before him, his mother paced the floor. Her heels snapped viciously onto the hardwood flooring as she paced back and forth. Johnny had never seen her so pissed. Maybe that time he’d ridden his bike headlong into the door of her Mercedes came close, but this time, he decided, this time may be the topper.
“That was so damn humiliating,” she said scathingly. “I got called out of work, and why? Because my son has been suspended from school, that’s why!”
Johnny winced and tried to focus on something else besides his mother’s disaproval. Actually, that was pretty easy. Hismom might be pissed off, but she still looked good. His mother, Angelina Stouffer, was one hot momma. She was as tall as her son, with carefully styled dark hair that swirled about her head as she paced back and forth. She’d removed the jacket of her business suit to reveal her full breasts as they thrust against her blood red bloom. “Dude, your mom has one serious rack,” was how one of his buddies had put it. Her fitted blouse rested atop a dark pencil skirt that was molded to her ass. The skirt’s hem ended just above her knees. She had great legs too, and she was showing them off with black hose and shoes that had three-inch heels. Although all the ire she was sending in his direction, Johnny was getting some serious wood. He unexpectedly pressed the heel of one hand against the head of his growing cock.
Angelina looked at the paper crumped in her hand. It was both the notification of her son’s suspension and a report on the incident that had led upto it. She slapped at the paper with her free hand. It sounded like a small firecracker going off. “You hit Ron Fuller with a stick, a stick with a nail in it.”
“I didn’t know there was a nail in it,” said Johnny in his own defense.
Angelina rolled her big brown eyes expressively. “That is so… so beside the point. You shouldn’t be hitting anyone with a frigging stick to begin with.”
“He knocked me down,” said Johnny.
“After you started it all,” said Angelina. “At least that’s what about twenty other students say.” She slapped at the paper again.
“Well… he… he wouldn’t run the bases like he should. We might have won the game,” Johnny said as if that explained everything.
Angelina surprised. Her son was so competitive, and he was so handsome, and frankly, he was so very sexy. She had been anticipating this month alone with Johnny. Her husband, Stan, would be out of town on business for weeks. That was a huge blow to Angelina’s sex life. She loved sex — a lot. Her husband could barely keep up with her supercharged libido. He had been tremendously relieved when Angelina had relented, and allowed him two whole days a week off from satisfying her voracious pussy. That was because, unbeknownst to her husband of course, she had acquired a love — her third year old son, Johnny.
Johnny’s cock was already as big as his father’s, maybe even a bit longer. He could be fast on the trigger, but he was always good to go. There were days when Angelina had both her men. Stan was often amenable to early morning sex, and then, when he went to shower, she would run to Johnny’s room and avail herself of his morning hard-on. She had been planning on testing his limits while Stan was gone. But now, her little stud had gone and gotten himself suspended. She couldn’t very well reward his behavior, no matter how much she needed toget her hot pussy stuffed.
“Look,” said Angelina, “I love how competitive you are. But for God’s sake, it was just a reception softball game. You’re not supposed to draw blood over it.”
“I know. I’m sorry, Mom, I’m really sorry.”
Angelina studied her son’s handsome features. He could be thoughtless but, for now at least, faking sincerity was beyond him. She relented ever so slightly. “I believe you are, Johnny. But still, you’re suspended for an entire month.” She told and looked at her son thoughtfully. “When were your next tests scheduled?”
His eyes squinted in concentration. “Uh… there are some big tests in a couple of weeks.”
“Okay,” said Angelina. “here’s what we’ll do. You will write a very, very contrite letter of apology to Ron, your principal, the school and whoever else we can think of. We’ll give Ron a week to cool down, and then you’ll apologize in person to him. Then you’ll ask him to go to the principal and see if she won’t let you back in school, or if maybe she can make this a nonacademic suspension so that you can make up your tests when you return.”
“Oh… yeah, sure,” said Johnny, eager to agree. He saw a glimmer of hope in the black abyss of his mother’s disapproval.
She stopped over and steadied her hands on his thighs. She saw his eyes shift to gaze hungrily down her blouse. “This had better happen,” she said in a hushed, menuing tone. “Because if it doesn’t, then the next time you get any pussy it’ll be when some whiny teenage bitch, who doesn’t know shit about sex, finally lets you into her pants. Got it?”
“Yes, ma’am,” Johnny said shakily into her bosom.
Angelina looked down and saw her son’s hands nervously knee at his crotch. “You’ve got a hard-on right now, don’t you?” she asked.
“Yeah,” he said in a whisper. It wasn’t his fault. The walking wet-dream who was better than any fantasy he’d ever had was in his face. With her tits out to here and her legs down to there, how could he not be hard?
“Pull it out,” Angelina said.
Johnny quickly unzipped his pants and fumbled at his underwear. In a second, his solid, thick six inches of boy-cock stand stiffly from his crotch.
She eyed her son’s penis. She had so looked forward to having her son to herself for the weeks of her husband’s absence. She had planned to absolutely wear Johnny out. She was going to fuck him on every flat surface in the house. She had planned to tease him until his cock was wedding with precum, and then to tearing him dry with repeated orgasms. At the end of the month, she had planned to have him yearning for more mind-bending sex that only his mother could provide, and yet saved that his dad was back to takeup some of the load. The load of keeping his mother’s overheated pussy satisfied.
Johnny made a circle with his fingers and ran it over the head of his cock. “Stop that,” Angelina said sharply. “No playing with your dick. Stick those hands under your butt. That’s right, sit on them.” Johnny hiked up one buttock and then the other, sliding his hands into place.
Angelina straightened and began to remove her clothes under her son’s avid gaze. She kicked off her heels, wiggled out of her skirt, and then peeled down her pantyhose. Walking up to Johnny, she stepped onto the couch, straddling his body. “My pussy’s wet, baby. It needs to be taken care of.” Angelina croouched and shoved her cunt onto her son’s face — his lips on her lips, his nose bumping her clip. “You’re going to have to get me off like this,” she grew. She ground her sering pussy on his face, hardly giving the boy a chance to breathe.
“That’s it,” Angelina panted, “stick your tongue in my pussy… farther… come on, get it in there. Yes, yes that’s it. Fuck my pussy with that hard tongue.” She shoved her liquid cunt onto her son’s searching tongue, and rubbed her engorged clip on his face.
“Oh yeah… fuck yes… eat my pussy, baby,” she shrieked as she came once, twice and then a third time. Sated for at least a short while, Angelina fell sideways onto the couch. When she caught her breath, she looked at Johnny. He was still sitting obediently on his hands, his face covered with a slimy coating of pussy juice and saliva. His dick was a dark red fleshy pole, quivering above his navel. As she watched, a glob of pre-cum leaked from his slit and dripped downward. His dick glistened with the stuff. She laughed and said, “You may as well jack off now. I know you’ll do it as soon as you can, anyway.”
Johnny wronged his hands free from their confinement. He steadied his cock with one hand and jerked his fingers over the head with his other hand. Drops of pre-cum flew into the air as his fingers smoked into the firey-red head of his cock. Within a dozen strokes, a ribbon of cum leaves from the end of his dick and landed on his flailing fingers. Two lesser blasts followed, and then Johnny slowed his fingers to milk his cock-shaft for its last blobs of semen.

Ron Fuller walked from the school building at the end of the day. He was headed for his bus when he heard someone calling out his name. Turning, he saw Johnny jogging in his direction. “Hey, how’s it going,” asked Johnny as he fell in step with Ron.
“Okay, I guess,” said Ron. “How’s your suspension?”
“It’s shitty,” said Johnny. “I’m so grounded that I can’t do shit. Listen, I’m sorry about the leg and everything. I hope you’re not pissed at me.”
“No, I'm good,” said Ron. How mad could he be? That scratch on the leg had led to sex with Ms. Yount, the school nurse. A week later, he was banging his mother too. Actually, Johnny had done him a favor.
“Oh cool,” said Johnny. “My mom’s in the parking lot. She wants you to come home with us. I’m supposed to ask you to go to the principal, and see if she’ll let me come back to school early.”
Ron shrugged. “I can do that, no problem. I don’t know how much influence I’ll have with the principal though.”
“Thanks,” said Johnny. “But come on over to the house anyway, my mom thinks we have to butter you up first. I think yummy snacks will be involved.”
“Okay,” said Ron. He pulled out his cell phone and sent his mom a text message about where he was going. One nice perk of screwing his mom was that she was no longer so controlling of his time. He joined Johnny as they climbed into his mother’s car.
Fifteen minutes later, Angelina and the boys pulled into the drive of her home. “Let’s go up to my room,” Johnny said as they entered the house.
Angelina watched the boys as they climbed the stairs to Johnny’s room. She had decided that a hint of sexuality and some hot cookies would be the way to soften Ron’s heart. She went to her room and changed into a pair of shorts that showed off her legs, and then she pulled a low-cut, short-sleeve sweater over her braless tits. She checked her look in the mirror. As her tits swayed and bobbled about in the sweater she thought, now that should get Ron’s attention. She headed to the kitchen to make the cookies.
Johnny’s room wasn’t very big. His single bed, plus a student’s desk with a computer and a chest-of-drawers filled the space. Shelves on the wood paneled walls held the clutter that boys tend to collect. Johnny fired up the computer as Ron looked around and then settled on the unmade bed.
“Want to see something hot?” asked Johnny.
“Sure,” said Ron.
Johnny went on line and moments later the boys were watching a well muscled young man pound his cock into a woman the age of the boys’ mothers. “Oh wow,” said Ron, suddenly sitting up straight and taking an interest, “your mother let’s you watch this stuff?”
“Well, you know…” he dissembled. In truth, he and Angelina surfed sites like this together until they were both so hot they would fall on his bed, screwing away. Just the thought of his rigid cock surrounded by his mother’s hot pussy gave Johnny a hard-on. He wondered if Ron was getting turned on. He glanced at Ron’s crotch and saw a long lump there. But that had to be a fold in the material of his pants, Johnny assumed. His cock couldn’t be that big, could it?
They watched more videos, mostly of guys shooting their loads on tummies, asses, tits, backs and faces — lots of faces for some reason. “Why don’t they do that in the women’s pussies?” asked Ron. “Wouldn’t that feel better?”
“Yeah, it does… I guess,” said Johnny a bit too enthusiastically. “I mean, I think the idea is to show that the guy isn’t faking it.”
“I guess you’re right,” said Ron. “If they’re going to shoot loads like that, then I suppose they have to be careful about showing all of it.”
Johnny wasn’t quite sure what that means, but he couldn’t dwell on it because his dick was full and he really felt like producing a load of his own. He reached down and tugged his dick into a more comfortable position, giving it a little rub as he did so. Seeing that Ron had noticed what he was doing he shrugged, smiled and said, “I can’t help it, dude, this stuff gets me going.”
Johnny gave his dick a couple of more swipes throughouth his pants. So far everything had gone to his mother’s plans. He was supposed to show Ron these pictures and videos full of MILF’s and their younger studs, and then she was going to show up at some point, dressed all sexy and everything, and then, while Ron was sort of overwhelmed with sexual heat, she would convince him to go to bat with the principal over his, Johnny’s that is, suspension.
The thing was, with most of his blood pooling in his bloated cock, Johnny had forgotten about his mom. He grabbed the tab on the zipper of his pants and began to pull on it. Looking at Ron, he said, “Hey, man, I hope you don’t mind. I just got to let off some pressure.” He pulled his zipper all the way down.
Ron smiled and said, “No problem, go for it.”
Johnny struggled with his erection until he managed to get it out of his pants. “Don’t you want to?” he asked Ron.
Ron shrugged. “That’s OK,” he said.
Johnny suddenly felt self-conscious. “Oh come on man, don’t leave me here with my dick hanging out.”
Ron bit at his lip and then said, “Well, alright.” He unbuckled his belt, pulled down his zipper and fully opened his pants.
Johnny frowned. Was the guy going to undress? All he had to do was unzip and pull out his dick. Ron hooked a thumb in the waistband of his under-shorts and pulled it out and down. Then he reached inside and pulled out an awesome slab of cock. “Oh fuck, dude,” Johnny said with surprise, “where’d you get that horse-cock?”
Angelina approached the closed door of her son’s room. She had a plateful of hot chocolate-chip cookies in one hand and she was just about to tap on the door when she distinctly heard Johnny says, “Where’d you get that horse-cock?”
Angelina froze in her tracks. What was going on? Was he talking to Ron or about some porn-star on the computer? If it wasRon, then just how big could the boy be? Johnny sounded impressed, and he was bigger than average. She leaned close to the door and got her answer when she heard Ron says, “I don’t know. I was just born with it I guess.”
So it is Ron, Angelina thought. The boys must have pulled out their dicks. Johnny has done his job a little too well. She pursued her lips, wondering if she should risk a peek or not. Was Ron really all that well endowed? Almost without thinking, she put the plate of cookies on the floor and reached for the doorknob. She knew that Johnny’s desk faced away from the door, and there was a good chance that she could glimpse what was going on without the boys noticing.
Ever so slowly, she turned the knob. When it reached the end of its travel, she gently pushed and opened the door just a crack. There was Johnny. He did indeed have his dick in his hand. Over on the bed, Ron seemed to have his hand stuffed into his pants. Maybe he was shy or having trouble. Maybe Johnny was simply being sarcastic when he talked about the size of Ron’s penis. Then Ron shifted his position on the bed. Angelina’s eyes flew wide open in surprise. What she had mistaken for Ron’s arm was actually the biggest cock she’d ever seen. The monster jutted from Ron’s pants like a meaty pole.
“Damn, that thing is just huge,” she heard Johnny says as his hand flew up down on his cock. He wasn’t paying any attention to the video on his computer screen. He was intently ogling Ron’s massive cock and jerking as fast as he could.
Ron ran his hand up the length of the underside of his cock and what had to be at least two ounces of precum washed over his fire-red cock-head. Angelina’s knees grew weak. Ron had just produced more precum than most men ejaculated altogether.
Speaking of ejaculating, Johnny’s body stiffened and three good squirts of semen gushed from his cock and ran down over his figers. He took a few seconds to catch his breath, and then he reached for a box of tissues that he kept on his desk. “Aren’t you going to beat off?” he asked Ron as he wiped the creamy load from his hand and his wilting cock.
Before she realized what she was doing, Angelina opened the door and stepped into her son’s room. With her eyes firmly locked on Ron’s towering dick, she announced her presence by saying, “Let me jack it for you.”
“Mom!” yelped Johnny. His wilting dick seemed to shrink even faster.
Ron started at Angelina’s sudden appearance, but once he saw the look in her eyes, he didn’t even try to hide his cock. He’d seen that same look from his school nurse and his mom. It was a combination of awe and naked lust. Angelina came to the bed and ran her finger tips over the warm marble hardness of his dick.
Ron’s cock twitched and a shot of pre-cum leapt from the slit falling on Angelina's fingers. “Ohhh,” she cooed. Using both hands she spread the clear lube along the length of his steel hard dick.
“Yeah, that’s it, jerk me off,” Ron said softly. He hadn’t missed the way her tits had bobbled about in her sweater as she crossed the room.
Angelina tightened her grip and began to masturbate Ron with a will. Her fingers flew up and down causing squirts of pre-cum to leap into the air. Ron sat up straight on the bed and bent his thickening cock in Angelina’s direction; he knew what was cumming. He didn’t try to fight the pressure in his growing dick.
Angelina saw the flow of cum that erupted from the purple, swollen head of Ron’s cock, but she couldn’t believe it. The thick stream flowed for a full second, recinging across the space between their bodies and landing in a fat wet ribbon on her sweater. But that was only the beginning of his cum shower. Another long flow followed the first one and then even more until Angelina embedded Ron’s heaving boy-meat between her tits and simply marveled as he coated her in his spunk.
When the deluge of cum ended, Angelina released Ron’s cock and looked down at her ruined sweater. “Oh my God,” she said in awe. “This is freaking unbelievable.” She pulled the sweater off and rolled it into a cummy ball. “You must not have cum in weeks,” she said to Ron.
“What do you mean?” asked Ron innocently. “I came twice yesterday.”
Angelina could only shake her head in amazement. She looked down at his cock — it was as hard as ever. “You’re not getting soft, are you?” she said.
Ron shrugged. “Lots of times it stays hard,” he said as if he’d never heard of a refractory period — and of course he hadn’t. “Do you want to fuck?” He seemed to be totally nonplussed with her bare breasts and erect nipples. In fact, he casually reached out and cupped one of her tits in the palm of his hand and tweaked it’s nipple with his thumb.
Angelina gasped with the heady sensing. Ron was being so casual about it all. Most grown men would be falling all over themselves by now. “I bet you know how. I bet you’ve fucked before, haven’t you?”
“Some,” said Ron. He leaned forward and kissed Angelina.
It wasn’t the best kiss that she had ever had, but it would do. His lips were firm and pressed hotly on hers. His eager tongue thrashed about in her mouth. Angelina needed hardly any foreplay, however. She couldn’t get out of her shorts fast enough. Once she was naked, she lay back on the bed with her legs spread wide in invitation.
Ron climbed between Angelina’s legs, where she eagerly seized his cock in both hands and guided it into her pussy. “It’s… it’s just fucking huge,” she moaned as his thick shaft stretched her lips wide. It seemed as if there was no end to Ron’s elongated boy-meat as it plunged inward. “Ungg… enough, that’s enough,” she groaned as his dick filled her to the max. “Please fuck me now.”
Ron felt his cock snug to a stop. “Oh yeah,” he replied to Angelina’s plea. He began to pump his hips like the enthusiastic teen stud he was.
“Uh, uh, uh,” moaned Angelina in time to Ron’s thrusts. Her tits jiggled and swayed as she seized his forearms and held on for dear life. She quickly built to an orgasm.
Ron felt Angelina’s hot cunt contract around his plunging dick. Suddenly, she was screaming “Oh, god, you’re making me cum. Don’t stop, pound my pussy, fuck me.”
Ron had no intention of stopping once he saw the spectacular results he was achieving with Angelina. She was one hot fucker. Out of the corner of his eye, Ron saw something moving. It was Johnny. Ron and Angelina had forgotten that he was even in theroom. He had his hand cupped over his shrunken cock and balls. Mouth agope, he stared as Ron pumped his huge member in and out of his mom’s pussy.
“I’m fucking your mom,” said Ron.
“Yeah,” breathed Johnny. “You sure are. She never acts like that with… uh, I mean… I bet she doesn’t…” he trailed off. He began to stroke his limp cock. The head flopped around at the end of his limber shake.
Ron laughed at Johnny. The way Angelina had acted when she came into the room made him think that Johnny was getting more than simple motherly affection from her. “Do you want some of this?” asked Ron, nodding at Angelina’s dripping pussy.
“Noooo…” protested Angelina. Clearly, she didn’t want anything but Ron’s fat pole filling her. She waved her son closer and took his dick in hand. Pulling him in, she took the head in her mouth.
“Oh yeah, suck it,” said Johnny as he bent overhis mother’s face.
Ron pumped Angelina through a dozen orgasms as she gasped and moaned around Johnny’s cock. Her son’s dick lengthened and filled out under her ministers. Soon, he was fucking her mouth as eagerly as Ron was driving at her steaming pussy.
Ron felt the pressure building in his massive cock. It was swelling to even larger proportions. “Uhhhh… I’m gonna’ cum, gonna’ cum,” he groaned softly. Abruptly, his dick erupted. Two blasts of thick, milky semen filled Angelina’s vagina to overflowing. Of course Ron had just begun to cum. He withdraw his gushing cock from Angelina’s now cream filled vagina and aimed at her jiggling tits. He liberally coated her breasts with multiple spurts and then, with a mischievous grin, he sent a few blasts to where Johnny’s cock’s was plunging into his mother’s mouth. Finally, the pressure in his balls eased and he had to content himself with merely overfilling Angelina’s bellybutton, and to watching the excess drip down her tummy to join the flow leaking from her pussy. Johnny pulled his dick from his mom’s sucking mouth, and after furiously struggling himself, he managed to add a few drops of semen to the overwhelming mass of boy-cum that Ron had delivered to Angelina’s face.
Ron packed away his softening rod and pulled his pants into place. He watched as Angelina gathered up the sheet from Johnny’s bed and used it to clean up the aftermath of his ejaculation. “My God,” she said, wiping the heavy slick of cum from her breasts and face, “I think you made even more spunk that time. Don’t those balls of yours ever empty?”
“I may have to rest a few minutes before I could do that again,” he said matter-of-factly. He took a deep breath. “Mmmm, do I smell hot cookies?” he asked Angelina with a boyish look of anticipation.

April Yount, school nurse to both Ron and Jimmy, scooped a spoonful of yogurt from its tiny four-ounce container. She put the spoonful in her mouth and followed it with an apple slice. That was her entire lunch — a few bites of yogurt and a medium sized apple. She looked with envy at the school’s principal, Monica Lincoln. They were in Monica’s office and the woman was neatly wolfing down a huge burger and a moon of fries, washing it all down with soda from a big-gulp sized cup.
“What?” said Monica, noticing April’s gaze, her voice muffled by a bite of hamburger.
“Just wishing I had your metabolism,” said April with a sight.
Monica smiled and shrugged. “No doubt I’ll start putting on the weight one of these days,” she said.
Certainly not now, thought April. The woman was tall and gorgeous. She had flawless milk-chocolate skin and luxuriously thick black hair that fell nearly to her waist. Today she was wearing a pleasant tartan skirt with a blue cloud. A matching blue ribbon hold her hair in a ponytail.
As she munched on her last French-fry, Monica scrolled through her schedule of afternoon appointments on her computer. “Ron Fuller, that boy who hurt his leg in a fight; he has an appointment with me after lunch period. How’s he doing?”
“Oh he’s fine,” said April. “In fact he’s more than fine. You wouldn’t believe what I saw during his examination the day he got hurt. That boy is hung like a frigging horse.” She held up her hands in demonstration of Ron’s magnificent length.
Monica’s eyesbrows arched nearly to her hairline in surprise. “Surely that’s not right,” she said.
April looked down at her hands. “Maybe you’re right,” she said, and with a giggle she moved her hands another half-inch apart.
“I’d like to see that,” Monica said in a tone of disbelief. She nearly folded up the wrappers from her lunch and tossed them in the trash.
There was a knock at the office door. “I’ll get it,” said April. She opened the door. “Hello Ron,” she said to the boy as he stood just outside, “come on in.”
Ron stepped into the office and looked around nervously. Like most boys, he found the principal’s office an inner sanctum of doom even if he wasn’t in any sort of trouble. Seeing the look on his face, April said with a laugh, “Don’t worry, we’re not executing students today.” Ron managed an appreciated grin and took a seat on one of the office’s institutional plastic and chrome chairs.
“Hello, Ron,” said Monica, “what brings you here today?”
“Well,” he began slowly, “it’s about Johnny Stouffer. I was hoping that you might lift his suspension or something.”
“Hmm…” said Monica. She plucked a file from a holder on her desk and flipped it open. She picked up a sheet of ruled notepaper from the file and looked at it. “I got this letter from Johnny. Despite his scribble, bad spelling and deplorable grammar I discern that he’s sorry for his actions.”
“Yeah, I got one of those too,” said Ron.
“So, you’re on board with this? You guys have buried the two-by-four, so to speak?” Monica asked. Ron nodded his head. “How’s your leg, any lasting effects?”
“Oh, it’s fine, it’s…” Ron began.
“I think we ought to exam that leg one more time,” April interrupted. “We can do it right here.”
“That’s probably not necessary,” Monica said, sounding slightly surprised. But April was already on the move. Monica kept a neat, sparse desk, so it took only seconds for April to move the laptop, files and accessories to one end.
“There we go,” said April. “Ron, just pull down your pants, hop uphere, and we’ll have a look at that leg.” Ron stood hesitantly. “Now don’t be shy, I’ll lock the door for privacy.” She shared a quick wink with the boy as she crossed to the office door and locked it.
Ron moved to the end of the desk and dropped his loose fitting jeans to his ankles. He sat on the edge of the desk as if it were an examination table, spreading his legs wide. April came to his side and rested her hand on his thigh. “See how well his wound is healing?” she said to Monica, motioning at Ron’s leg.
Monica surprised as if she wasn’t too sure about all this. She pushed herself out of her comfortable office chair and stepped to Ron’s side, opposite April. “You can see that his scar isn’t infected at all,” said April. She placed her hand so that it’s back rubbed against Ron’s cock as her finger gestured along his scar.
Monica took one glance at the pink line of healthy skin, which was all that remained of Johnny’s attack, and immediately dismissed it. Her eyes locked instead on the ridiculously large lump that rested in Ron’s shorts. It was a lump that seemed to be moving and growing.
April followed the principal’s gaze. She gave up the pretense that they were here to look at Ron’s scar. She shifted her hand to Ron’s expanding package and massed its length.
“You… you shouldn’t be doing that,” Monica said in a husky voice, but she certainly did nothing to stop April. She watched in amazement as Ron’s cock lengthened and filled out until the head popped above the waistband of his shorts. With every beat of his pulse, his cock jerked upward like a second hand heading towards twelve.
“Isn’t he magnificent?” said April.
“I… I can’t believe it,” said Monica. She reached out and tenatively touched the dark red head.
Ron leaned back on his elbows. He was loving eVery second that these two women stood in awe of his oversized dick. He watched as his beautiful principal reached out a shaky hand to stroke his cock-head. He flexed the muscles at the base of his cock and a healthy blob of clear pre-cum squirted up between her fingers. He smiled as she squealed in surprise, and then as she giggled at her own reaction. The two women stroked and petted his scaling cock. Then April bent to kiss his cock-head and Monica quickly followed suit. Their lips and tongues played all over the dark red dome of his cock until they met at the tip. They were kissing one another while managing to involve the end of his dick. Ron thought it was the sexiest thing he’d seen in his life.
After making out over Ron’s dick April and Monica separated. They exchanged looks of mixed astonishment and lust. “Ron,” said April, “why don’t you hop down so we can reveal you in all your glory.”
Ron slid off the desk. With a bit of heeland toe shuffling, he managed to step out of his loosely tied shoes and baggy pants. He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his under shorts and slowly, teasingly pulled them off his hips. Monica and April had their eyes locked on his crotch as he slowly revealed his amazing prick.
April, who had already thrilled to the feel of Ron’s pussy-pounder, murmured in Monica’s ear, “Just look at that. His cock would fill places in your pussy that you didn’t even know existed.” She gave Ron a meaningful look, intending for him to follow her lead. She gently pushed Monica down on the edge of the desk. “Just lie down here, baby, and marvelous things will happen.” Monica lay back on the desk, her eyes never left Ron’s cock. As if they had choreographed the move, Ron went to the side of the desk, and levering his cock across the top, he slipped only the very tip of his dick into his principal’s waiting mouth.
April watched as Monica lickedand kissed at Ron’s cock-head. She waited until the principal was occupied with trying to get some portion of that hunk of meat in her mouth, and then April unfasted Monica’s skirt. The way it was made, the material simply fell away to either side of her hips. April’s lips pursued at the sight of Monica’s pantyhose. They had one of those control tops designed to hide a few extra pounds. Perhaps her penchant for fast-food lunches was catching up to the beautiful principal. April worked her fingers under the waistband of the pantyhose and gave them a firm pull. She gasped as an erect, perfectly formed three inch penis appeared.
“Noooo…” moaned Monica, suddenly jerking away from Ron’s dick.
“Oh my goodness,” whispered April as she slowly finished removing the pantyhose from Monica’s shaped legs. “Do you know what our principal is?” she asked Ron. “She’s got a pussy and this cute little dick.”
“Oh, yeah,” said Ron with a look of astonishment on his face. “She’s a hermo… herma… something-or-another.”
“Hermaphrodite,” April finished for him. She caught Monica’s hands as they sought to cover up her twitching erection. That means she can have twice the fun.”
“No one knows,” said Monica, pleading with her eyes.
“Don’t worry, baby,” your secret is safe with us, isn’t it, Ron?” said April as she motioned him to come stand between Monica’s legs.
“Uh, yeah, sure,” said Ron. He honestly didn’t know who he’d tell or who’d believe him if he did. He watched as April dipped her fingers into the principal’s pussy. When they came out wet, she rubbed the juice around the tip of Monica’s scanning dick.
April made way for Ron as his batterying-ram of a cock led his way between Monica’s legs. “Her pussy’s nice and juicy for you,” she said. She used both hands to bend his cock downward until his engorged head rested on Monica’s vaginal lips. Pushing and pulling his cock-shaft first one way and then another, she pressed aside the principal’s slick lips. With a flick of his hips, Ron pushed six inches of rigid boy-meat into her pussy. Monica gasped.
“Oh, fuck,” I’ve never felt so full, groaned Monica.
“And he’s just began,” said April. She laid her cheek on Monica’s groin and reached out her tongue to ticket the head of Monica’s stiffy. From her perspective, Ron’s cock looked as if were a mile long. He urged it inward inch by thick inch.
April looked up and gave Ron a wink. She wrapped her lips around the little bulge of Monica’s cock-head as Ron began to stroke her pussy. Monica clamped one hand over her mouth. Evidently, she couldn’t trust herself not to cry out and alert her staff. With her free hand, she tweaked an erectnipple.
Penis or no penis, Ron couldn’t care about his principal’s extra sexual equipment right now. He had a tight, hot pussy surrounding his bloated cock and it felt amazing. The fact that he was fucking his beautiful principal simply added to the heat of the moment. Every time he plunged his dick forward, Ms. Lincoln’s mini-cock rocked into April’s mouth. The principal had stuffed a knuckle in her mouth, and Ron could hear her breath snorting against the back of her hand. Mewls of password escaped her lips every few seconds. Suddenly, she halfway sat up, her abs straining as she came.
“Oh, that’s it, baby. That’s it,” murmured April. She had grasped Monica’s dick between thumb and forefinger, jerking it with short, rapid strokes. A spritz of clear sex juice jetted from the tip of her dick as her vaginal muscles massaged Ron’s cock.
“Mmm, that feels nice,” said Ron, as the waves of contractions rippled up and down his pistoning cock.
“Yeah, shove it to her,” urged April. She moved until she could get both hands around Ron’s cock-shaft. “Oh, shit, Monica. I wish you could see this. He’s fucking filled you up and there’s still plenty of cock left over for me to jack off.” Her hands began to slide along Ron’s meaty shake, lubricated by his pre-cum and Monica’s secretions. But the sex added principal was past looking at anything. Her eyes starred sightlessly at the ceiling as she came again and again.
Ron loved that he was screwing his principal. She was cumming all over the place. Her little dick was still quivering and jumping around. But he was getting close. “I’m gonna’ lose it,” he said to April, who was still using her hands to add to his fun.
“Oh yessss,” hissed April. She reached between his legs and fondled his sack. Just one of his balls more that filled her palm. She gave it the gentlest of squeezes. “Go ahead and empty these bad boys,” she said with a grin.
“Uhhhh…” moaned Ron. April had set him off. He jammed his cock into Monica until it could go no farther and unleashed a torrent of hot, creamy boy-cum. He quickly overfilled her pussy. With a huge force of will, Ron still his hips and let the contractions of Monica’s pussy get him off. His cream flowed from her quim in pulses as he shot his load. April was there, spooning up the hot flow with her fingers and eating it as if she were starving. Monica’s body quivered as she came over and over again.
Several minutes later, the occupations of the principal’s office were suffering through an uncomfortable silence. Monica, ever prepared for the messes of young students, albeit not one like this, had produced a roll of paper towels and even a spray bottle of cleaner. After some hasty cleaning, her desk and office were somewhere back to normal. It was astounding. Just how much splooge could one boy make? Evidently, quite a bit. It feel as if her pussy was going to be leaking all afternoon.
Monica loudly cleared her throat. “Ron, I hope you know that what happened here has to stay just between us,” she said, trying to keep a pleading tone out of her voice.
“Oh sure,” he said, “but I’ll need something from you.”
Oh my God, thought Monica. She shared a worried glance with April. Here it comes — the blackmail. What does he want, better grades, money? Maybe he wants more sex. She could live with that. Yeah, more pussy stretching, mind bending, orgasm after orgasm sex. She’d have to give in. He could ruin her career, perhaps even put her in jail. Not to mention the humiliation of it all. “Yes? What’s that?” she managed to say in a steady voice.
“Can you give me a hall pass?” Ron asked. “Fifth period has already started.”
Chapter 4

beep…Beep… BEEP… BEEP!… BEEP!! went the alarm clock. Whack, went Ron’s hand as he stuffed the irritating tones back in their box. He rolled onto his back in bed and stretched luxuriously. Pushing and pulling at his coverings, he soon had them more or less flat across his body. Flat except for a telltale lump arising from his lower torso. Despite the confining weight of his pajamas, sheet, blanket and comforter Ron’s dick was tenting the bed-clothes. He flexed the muscles of his groin and watched as the lump arose a couple of inches and then fell back. “And now showing in the center of the bed, the mighty, mighty dick of doom — yay, hoo, aaa,” he whispered to himself, playing the parts of both an imagineary announcer, and the sounds of an adoring crowd of onlookers. He strained his cock muscles and this time the covers arose even higher. “It’s a new personal best ladies and gentlemen,” Ron announced enthusiastically to himself. He rolled his hips a couple of times, the feel of his dick against the covers was nice. It made him begin to think about his first orgasm of the day.
He yawned and inhaled the aroma of coffee. His mother was up already. Certainly, she could play an integral part in that orgasm. Ron grinned to himself in anticipation and throw off his covers. Climbing from the bed, he pulled off his pajamas and throw them on the comforter. With his oversized cock pointing at the ceiling, he went to the bathroom. The darn thing was so hard, he had to lean forward and push on the head of his dick in Order to get it aimed at the commode. After a few seconds of concentration, he was able to produce a healthy stream of piss. Then he ran the water for a quick shower. No dawdling here, he soaped up and rinsed off in only minutes. Then he was out and shining himself dry. His cock was as stiff as ever as he made his way through the house.
Ginny, Ron’s mother, sat at the dining room table. She had a newspaper spread out, reading an article as she sipped at a mug of steaming coffee. She looked up as Ron entered the room, naked as the day he was born. “Good morning, tiger,” she said with a grin.
“Morning,” said Ron. He went right to his mother’s side, his dick quivering mere inches from her elbow.
“I see you’ve come to give your mom some cream to go with her coffee,” she said, eyeing his oversized cock.
“Yeah,” said Ron. Only weeks ago, Ron would never had said, “yeah,” to his mother. It was always, “yes ma’am, and no ma’am.” But now that he was pushing his cock down her throat and up her twat on a regular basis, she wasn’t quite such a stickler for good manners.
“Mmmmm… you smell good,” Ginny said. She stroked his cock with one hand as she ran her fingers through his hair, combining the damp strands into place. Her finger ran up the cum-tube on the underside of his dick and a streamof pre-cum dripped from its slit. She licked the clear fluid from her fingers, relishing this appealer before the main meal. She kissed the tip of his dick and then stretched her lips around the head. Pulling back, she stroked him with both hands and said, “I think you’ve grown in the past couple of weeks. Keep that up and I won’t be able to give you any more blowjobs.”
“Uh,” said Ron. Clearly, his mind was on this morning’s fallatio and not on the potential size of his already oversized cock. He pushed his hips forward to encourage his mother. He was beyond horny; it had been all he could do not to shoot his wad in the shower.
Ginny fitted her mouth back over Ron’s throbbing cock-head. She bobbed her head a dozen times as the head of his cock swelled with each stroke of her tongue and lips. Ron grunted and a stream of cum splashed into her mouth. She swallowed once, twice and three times trying to keep up with his spewing cock. Finally, his viscous flow subsided and she was able to lift her head. “Oh, honey,” she said, “I think that was the biggest load yet.”
Meanwhile, on the other side of town, in an exclusive community, in a bedroom only slightly smaller than Ron’s entire home, Karen Pearson checked her watch. It was time for her to hop in the shower, dress and then grab a breakfast snack before work. “About through?” she asked her husband. Eugene Pearson was between her legs, his arms stress against the mattress on the outside of her shoulders. His back was arched as his hips drive his diminutive prick in and out of Karen’s pussy.
Eugene’s face screwed up in a grimace, his body shook in tremors and a series of grunts escaped his lips. Within seconds, his orgasm finished as quickly as it had begun. Panting, he pushed himself to his knees, his wet dick was already limp between his legs.
Karen swung her leg over her husband’s head. A roll and a scoot and she was off their larger than king-size bed and headed for her personal bathroom. She’d already had her orgasm, two of them as a matter of fact, both by way of her husband’s tongue. Otherwise, he’d never have earned his way into her luscious puss. He certainly couldn’t get her off with his dick. She could barely feel the thing when they fucked.
Showered and made up, Karen emerged from the bedroom wearing an expensive but modest forest green dress. It had three-quarter sleeps, a v-neck with a snug waist and a godet skirt that clung nicely to her hips and flared to just below her knees. Nothing too daring, she was a school library after all. It wasn’t as if she needed the job, but she liked to be independent, at least to some degree. Eugene was a genius at computer programming and his company practically printed money. He was one of those nerds who had barely seen the light of day through high school and college, and Karen had taken advantage ofthat fact. It had been easy for her tight, sexy body to catch his eye, and he had practically failed at her feet when she had agreed to a date. She had been the sexual aggressor of course, careful not to show disappointment at the first glimpse of his punchy dick. For Eugene’s part, after years when girls wouldn’t give him a second thought, he’d been overwhelmed with lust over the absolutely beautiful babe who fulfilled his every adolescent fantasy. And he’d certainly made up for lost time; they’d fucked practically nonstop for months while he’d made his first fortune. He had proposed on the condition that they make a prenuptial agreement. The paper didn’t protect his wealth, instead it made sure that she got more than her fair share. The document was complicated, but in essence it said that if a dividend was her fault, then she got millions. But if he was the screw-up then she could multiply that settlement by hundreds.
Ready for school, Karen headed for the kitchen. She poured a glass of orange juice and opened her box of breakfast bars. She could tell that Eugene had been in her food again. He’d been watching his diet lately, not indulging in the office doughnuts as often. He still had a paunch, but it wasn’t as bad as it had been. Karen chewed the oatmeal bar thoughtfully.
Arriving at school, Karen went through her usual routine. She checked in at the office, collected her mail, spoke to the teachers and staff she encountered along the way, and made her way to the library.
“Good morning, Ms. Pearson,” said a cheerful voice.
Karen looked behind the check-out desk. Amy Zacker, one of her student assistants was already on duty. At the beginning of the year, Amy had looked as if she belonged in a library. She’d hurt her hair drawn back in a bun and she’d hurt glasses that were forever slipping down her nose. But lately, it seemed as if the girl had blowsomed. Her hair was down and cut into a cute style, and she’d taken to wearing clothes that showed off her slim figure. The glasses had given way to contacts or surgery. Karen wouldn’t be surprised to learn that the girl had found the joys of the opposite sex. “Hello Amy, how are you today,” asked Karen.
“Oh, I’m fine,” said Amy, looking away shyly.
They discussed some library business and then Karen went into her office. She put her own special blend of coffee on to brew; she couldn’t stand the battery acid that the cafeteria staff made, and settled down at her desk. The phone rang. “Library, Ms. Pearson,” she answered into the handset.
“Ms. Pearson,” said one of the student office workers, “there’s a Mr. Archer here to see you?”
“Send him down,” said Karen. In a few minutes a man of average looks and height appeared in her office. Being average was good for a man in Archer’s profession, he was a private detective.
Karen had become suspicious of Eugene. Lately, he’d becomes harder to contact. He wasn’t in his office as much and when she called his cell she’d found that she was getting his voice mail more and more often. And then there was the business about his weight loss and his new fitness kick. According to all the woman’s television talk shows, these were sure signs of infidelity. When Archer arrived, they took seats in her office. Karen poured them both some coffee.
“Very good,” said Archer after taking a sip. He opened a briefcase that he had brought with him. Pulling out a laptop computer he opened it and let the system boot up. They chatted about the weather until the computer was ready, and then Archer pulled a DVD from his briefcase. He held it before Karen and said, “This is a compilation of the video my team shot while your husband was on his business trip. Frankly, a lot of this stuff violents your husband’s right to privacy. If you were to take up legal action against Mr. Pearson, then you and I and a handful of lawsers would have to set down and talk about how much of this stuff you can use.”
“I understand,” said Karen.
Archer put the DVD in the computer and in a few seconds Amy was watching her husband walk into a combination resort and convention center in Dallas.

Eugene stood idly in the atrium of the hotel as his assistant, Nancy Webster, handled the check in. She was charming the young clerk. The young man behind the tall counter was all eager smiles and expressive gears. If he had been a puppy, then he would have been piddling with eagerness to please. That was to be expected, Nancy could be flirtatious and charming when she wanted to be. It didn’t hurt that she had the looks and figure of a bikini model. Just watching her backside shift and sway beneath her business suit made Eugene’s dick hard. That and the steady consumption of erection medicine he took these days.
Nancy turned from the desk. Tossing her long blonde hair over her shoulder, she walked to Eugene. She held up two key-cards and said, “One deluxe business suite for you, and one adjoining room for me.” She handed Eugene his card. “Our luckage is ready,” she said, nodding at the bellboy who was standing next to a full luckage cart. “We should go check out our rooms.” She lowered her voice and smiled sealively. “We could see how much spring there is in the beds.”
Eugene nodded somberly as if his assistant was simply passing on some piece of business communication. He led the way into the elevator and in a few minutes he was tipping the bellboy as the young man left Eugene’s suite. As soon as the door to the hallway closed, he went to the door of the adjoining room and unlocked it. He made the trek to his bedroom; the suite was the size of a modest home. As Eugene tossed his jacket and tie on the king-size bed, he heard the click of a lock and soft footsteps. A few seconds later, Nancy appeared in the doorway. Damn, she looks good, thought Eugene. She’d kicked off her shoes so that now she was on eye level with her boss. She’d also removed her jacket to reveal her full breasts straining against her navy blouse. Her blonde hair lay tousled across her shoulders. She couldn’t have looked hotter if she’d been naked.
“We’re alone,” said Eugene. It was his signal that they could drop their professional mien.
In a second, Nancy had her arms around his neck and her tits pressed tightly on his chest. “Isn’t there something sexy about a hotel room?” she asked, staring into his eyes.
“Only if you’re in it,” he said with a kiss. Six months ago she had been on the campus of MIT, getting her degree in computer technology and turning away suitors by the score. She had applied for employment at Eugene’s cordinary just as he had needed an assistant. His long time aide had decided to take an early retirement and travel the world. He’d been reluctant to waste Nancy’s talent on a glorified secretarial position, but she had been persuasive. He assumed that she saw her job as a shortcut to the top, but with his dick throbbing and her tongue in his mouth, he didn’t care. Letting her sleep her way to the executive floor seemed like a grand idea at the moment.
She tugged on his arm and led Eugene to the bed where she perched on the edge of the mattress. Nancy checked her watch and said, “We have a few minutes before the reception starts.”
“For what?” asked Eugene, knowing damn good and well what was coming next, or maybe that should be – who was cumming next.
Nancy simply smiled and unzipped his trousers. In seconds she had pulled his cock into the open. Eugene was happy to see that his dick was almost fully erect. With a flick of her tongue, Nvitality pulled his entire cock into her hot mouth.
“Oh, Nancy, that’s wonderful,” he surprised. Karen rarely gave him head. He was always obliged to stroke his dick hard on his own before inserting it her pussy.
Nancy sucked on the entire length of his dick until it was stiff. With her face in his crotch, she rolled her tongue around the bulging head. When she had him as stiff as he was going to get, Nancy began to bob her head, fucking him with her hot mouth.
Eugene looked down. The heavy mass of Nancy’s blonde hair swwayed with the movement of her head on his cock. He caught glimpses of her beautiful, young face against the background of her jutting breasts. It was all too much for him. Barely three minutes since Nancy had touched his zipper, his head tilted back and he stared at the decorative molding near the ceiling of the room. A glimmer of a reflection caught his eye as he shot his thin, watery cum into Nancy’s mouth. He had no idea that the glimmer was the reflection off a camera lens.

“That’s enough for now,” said Karen sadly as she gently pushed the screen of the laptop out of her sight.
“Okay, ma’am,” said Archer. This was the part of his job that he dreaded most. After hearing and seeing the bad news, he never knew how the wife or girlfriend was going to react. Some screamed, some cried, and some even tried to drag him into bed for a bit of instant revenge. But the look on Karen Pearson’s face told him that she was going to be one of the cold ones. She quietly and efficiently concluded their business and soon he was back in the hallway, heading for the school entrance. He gave an appreciated nod to a tall, stunningly beautiful African-American woman as they passed in the hall.
“Good morning,” said Monica Lincoln as she passed Archer in the hallway. She’d noticed that Karen had a visitor this morning and a sixth sense had told her to check on the library. As the school’s principal and Karen’s friend, she wondered what was going on.
She found Karen sitting at her desk. She had her coffee cup in hand, staring into the distance. “Hi,” said Monica, “how’s it going?”
Karen blinked and focused her eyes on her friend. “Hi,” she told. “I’ve had better mornings.”
“I saw your visitor. What’s up?” asked Monica.
At first Karen demurred, but after some coating she told Monica about Eugene’s infidelity. She finished with, “You know, I’ve always been faithful to that mini-dicked nerd.”
Monica’s eyesbrows shot up and she sniggered. “Hell girl, I’d dividend his ass. With your looks and the type of money you’d walk away with, you could attract all the suds you want. In fact, you could do that anyway. Let him see how it feels.”
Karen nodded. “I might just do that.” She gave Monica a predatory smile. “The way I feel right now, I’d love to have him know that I’m fucking someone else. If he does the walking, then I get a lot more money.”
“There you go,” said Monica. It wasn’t hard for her to imagine Karen banging some hot, young stud. Suddenly, she had an idea. “You know, you’ve got a lot on your mind right now. Let me get you some more help in here, another student.”
Karen frowned, jarred into a new line of thought. Student aides could be a big help, but students who really wanted to do the work were few and far between. “I’m really not that busy…” she began.
“I’ll set it up for you,” interrupted Monica as she patted Karen’s hand. “Don’t worry, this boy will be good for what ails you.”
Monica checked her watch as she walked quickly away from the library. There were only a few minutes left in the homeroom period. She came to Ms. Winner's classroom and stopped in the doorway. The babble of student voices, who, in theory at least, were busy at their studies, ceased. “Could I speak to Ron?” Monica asked Ms. Winner.
The attractive economics teacher nodded and looked into the class. “Ron, Ms. Lincoln wants to see you.”
In a few seconds, Ron stepped into the hall with Monica. “Ron,” she said, “I have an opportunity for you.”
“What’s that?” he asked a bit too eagerly.
Monica could only guess at what adolescent fantasy was running through the boy’s mind. Actually, it was all she could do not to look at Ron’s pants to see if that magnificent cock of his wasn’t filling out his pants. “I would like for you to help in the library one or two mornings a week,” she said.
Ron’s face fell so fast it was comical. “Don’t take it that way,” said Monica. “I think you’d really like working with Ms. Pearson.”
“Well, okay,” said Ron with a complete lack of enthusiasm.
Monica reached out and squeezed his shoulder. “Give it month. If you don’t like it then we’ll drop it. Okay?” She gave him an exaggerated wink.
“Okay,” said Ron, looking perplexed.
After setting the details, Monica made her way back to the school office. She’d done all that she was willing to do to bring a big, willing cock near to an eager, vengeance minded pussy. She’d just have to wait and see what happened next.

Amy Zacker twiddled her fingers on the game controller. She was supposed to be supporting her cousin, Mike, in their assault on the enemy stronghold. But mostly she was simply dying and then, after her re-spawn, she was spending precious seconds maneuvering back into position. Mike was doing okay without her assistance. He was a whiz at the game. At the age of sixteen he was probably at his alien killing peak. Amy was fourteen and she wasn’t much of a video game player, but she had a huge crush on her cousin. That was why she was playing, otherwise she’d as soon watch something less interactive on the tube.
Amy’s uncle, Vick, stuck his head in the door. “Hey, you two,” he said. “Why don’t you come with me and get some fresh air. I’ve got to go to the school and replace one of the security cameras.”
Mike paused the game and looked questioningly at Amy. She shrugged and said, “You’re doing most of the playing. Whatever you want is fine with me.”
Mike turned to his dad. “Okay, we could use a break,” he said.
A few minutes later they were all climbing out of Vick’s work truck into the parking lot of the school. It was a Saturday, and there were only a couple of other vehicles in the lot. Vick strapped on his tool belt, grabbed a box containing a new camera and picked up a step ladder. He said, "This shouldn’t take long. You guys try to stay out of trouble.”
Amy and Mike wandered into the erily quiet middle school. It seemed strange to be in the building without the noise and bustle of hundreds of students and faculty. “Hey look,” said Mike, “the office door is open.” Indeed, someone had used a stopper to keep the door from closing.
“Probably the cleaning crew,” said Amy.
“Come on, I’ll show you something,” said Mike. He led the way into the office and then behind the high counter where visitors checked in, and where students did their business. Amy wasn’t a stranger to this space. She was one of a rotation of students who manned that counter during homeroom period. She hated the dull hour before classes began, so she split her mornings between helping in the school’s office and library. She watched as Mike took a seat at the computer situationd under the counter.
“This thing is realy cool,” said Mike. “I was here when they installed this system last summer. My dad did some of the work.”
“Really?” said Amy, interested in but not really enthused with the subject.
“Yeah, this is where the feeds from the video cameras come in. This computer has…” and at that point Mike launched into a bunch of technical details that Amy could only half appreciate. The only thing she was allowed to use on that computer was the word processor.
“Watch this,” said Mike. He clicked on something and a black window appeared. He typed something and then the entire screen turned black.
“Oh my God, Mike, you’re going to screw it up,” said Amy. She grabbed his shoulder.
“Don’t worry,” said Mike. “It’s just a backdoor into the survey program.”
“Backdoor?” asked Amy. She didn’t both to move her hand. She liked the reassuring feel of his warm, muscular arm.
“Yeah, in case a user really fucks up a program, it allows a tech to get in. Look at this password,” he said with a chuckle. Amy watched him type ‘suckmybigdick’ into the computer. She giggled as the screen filled with an impressive looking control panel.
“Wow,” said Amy. She lowered her head until it was beside Mike’s so that she could better see the screen.
“You can watch the video feeds from here,” Mike said. He clicked on a button and a quarter of the screen changed into a view of the lunchroom.
“Cool,” said Amy.
“The videos stay on the hard-drive for a while and then someone dumps them to DVD,” said Mike. He turned his head until he was looking Amy in the eye. To Amy’s absolute amazement, he tilted his head and kissed her. For an instant, she almost pulled back in surprise. But then she knew that this was something she had dreamed of doing for months and she gave into it. She was hardly an expert on kissing, but it seemed to her that Mike was. His lips moved on hers; they were firm and moist and it seemed as if they were generating a spark that ran right to her pussy – and then his tongue slipped into her mouth. Amy’s thighs clnched and quivered and she though she was going to have an orgasm on the spot.
Mike put a hand on her shoulder and pulled Amy closer. She leaned in and put her hand on his thigh, high on his thigh. As a matter of fact her fingers were practically in his lap. She felt a lump that pulsed in her hand. Oh shit, she thought, I’m touching his dick. I’ve actually caused a guy to get a hard-on, and I’m touching it. Suddenly, she felt sexually empowered. She shoved her tongue in Mike’s mouth and pressed her palm onto his growing cock.
Mike’s breathing became deeper and unsteady. He drew back and said, “Damn, Amy, I don’t care if you are my cousin, you’re one hot bitch.”
Amy laughed. She would have blushed, but her face was already flush with sexual tension.
Mike looked around as if someone might overhear him. “Do you want to take this further?” he asked.
Amy wasn’t quite sure what he means, but at this point she was game for anything. She nodded in assent. Mike shut down the survey program and took her by the hand. Leaving the office, they scanpered down a hallway and made a turn into the school’s auditorium. They went down one of the aisles to the side of the stage and through a door. Amy had never been in the backstage area. Everything was in deep shadow; the only light was the red glow from an exit sign. Mike led her to an old sofa that was obviously one of the stage props. It was musty and sagged dreadfully when they plopped down, but that was all forgetten when Mike’s lips found her once again.
Emboldened, she immediately sought out the bulge at his crotch. She ran her palm down its length, and wasdelighted when Mike moaned into her mouth. She did her own bit of moaning when his hand squeezed her breast. She wondered if he could feel her stiff, and suddenly sensitive, nipple through her bra and top.
Most girls would have been happy with a hot make-out session like this one, but Amy wanted more. “Pull it out for me,” she told Mike.
“Okay,” said Mike as if he couldn’t believe his luck. He unbuckled, unbuttoned and unzipped until his pants were around his ankles. Working at the slit in his shorts he quickly brought forth his cock.
“Ohhh…” breathed Amy. She took the fleshy member in her hands. She couldn’t believe how hot and hard it was to her touch. “Are you… I mean… I mean is your cock a big one?” she asked.
Mike shook his head in mock outtrage. “Well of course, I’m absolutely huge compared to other guys.” Then he laughed and said, “I think I’m about average, actually. Do you want me to show you how to make a guy feel good?”
“Oh yeah,” said Amy. She had been caresing his dick with her fingertips.
“Okay, do like this,” said Mike. He placed his hand over hers and showed her how to wrap her fingers around the shake and then how to stroke. Once she had a good rhythm going he relaxed back into the couch and let Amy do her thing.
“Is this how you do it to yourself?” she teased.
“Here’s a dating tip,” Mike grew. “Don’t ask a guy about jerking off while you’re jerking him off.”
“Sorry,” said Amy, not sounding the least bit chatissed.
Amy studied her cousin as her hand flashed up and down his sharp shake. One of her friends had shown her a website where the faces of people were videoed as they masturbated, not their private parts, just their faces. Most of the young men and women had looked self-conscious at first, but then their eyes grew distant and their faces slack. That was how mike looked. For a minute he moved only his head slowly from side to side. Amy felt something wet and looked down. A clear fluid was oozing from the tip of his cock. She loosened her grip a bit so that the slick goo could lubricate her palm.
When her slicked hand slipped over the head of his dick, Mike groaned, “Ohhh… that’s it, Amy.” She couldn’t believe this was happening. She had the hot dick of a hot guy in her hand and she was making him very happy. She knew that he was supposed to cum at some point, but was she supposed to be doing something else in the meantime?
Mike drew a long breath and held it. His face screwed up in a grimace and suddenly Amy felt a stream of hot liquid splash across her hand. She looked down to see creamy spurts erupting from the tip of Mike’s cock. The stuff washed over her fingers and dripped down to his tensed thighs. She slowed her hand as the flow decreased.
Mike’seyes opened and he gave Amy a lazy smile. “That was perfect,” he smiled.
“Really?” she asked.
“Couldn’t have done better myself,” Mike laughed. He nodded towards some cleaning supplies on a neary shelf. “Get those paper towels and we’ll take of this mess.”
A minute later the couple sat silently on the sofa looking as shy and nervous as if they had just met for a blind date. Amy know from her more experienced girls that guys were usually quite and distant after an orgasm. She’d also been told that the condition might last only a few minutes. “Until they want to get their rocks off again,” as one of her friends had put it.
Mike looked at her shyly. “Do you want me to do it for you?” he asked hesitantly.
Amy’s pussy shuddered. She sincerely hoped that he was thinking the same thing as her.
“Okay,” she said softly.
Mike slide across the sofa and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. He kissed her softly, his tongue writing sensitively in her mouth. He stroked her inner tigh, and Amy spread her legs in invitation. To his surprise, she put her hand on his and urged it higher on her leg. Her tongue stalled into his mouth and their kiss became harder, more urgent.
Amy was more than ready. She practically dragged Mike’s hand to her pussy mound. He was far from sure about what needed to be done, but she got his fingers moving in the right direction and in the right place to massage her clip through her shorts. Her excitement grow until she thought she her pussy would explode. She grabbed Mike’s arm in both hands and thrust her crotch against his pulsing fingers.
“Oh Mike, Mike, Mike…” she groaned as her head flew back and her back arched. Her orgasm surged through her cunt in a series of hot waves. They grew and peaked as Amy stared sightlessly upward into the darkness of the room. When her pussy ceased itsspasms, and her clenched thighs released Mike’s hand, she relaxed into a sort of dream state. This was wonderful; in fact, it was fucking — A wonderful. She and Mike were going to have lots of fun.
Her reverie was broken by the chirping of Mike’s cell. “Yeah, Dad,” said Mike as he answered it.
“Where are you guys? I’m finished and at the truck.” Amy could hear his voice over the phone from where she sat.
“Be right there,” said Mike, and put away the phone. “You ready?” he asked Amy.
She frowned at the squishy feeling between her legs as she arose from the sofa. “Yeah I guess so.” She straightened her clothes and swept her hair into place. They made their way from the backstage area and then into the auditorium. Suddenly, Amy balled up her fist and smoked Mike hard on the muscle of his shoulder.
“Ow,” he yelped, jerking away in pain. “What the hell was that for?”
"You called me a bitch a few minutes ago,” said Amy.
“I said that you were a hot bitch,” protected Mike. “It’s a compliment.”
“Oh,” Amy said innocently, knowing what he’d mean all along.
Mike, pointedly staying out of arm’s reach, said with a grin, “Hey, want to be a hot bitch again a little later this afternoon?”
“Hmmmm… maybe,” she said, returning his smile.

Amy witnessed; she was bored. It was her morning to man the school office and there was nothing going on. The principal was out of her office and the initial rush of teachers and students was over. Her thoughts drifted back to the last time she’d been here. She and Mike had enjoyed one another thoroughly that afternoon, and they’d carried on in the last couple of weeks. So far they had fingered and tongued their way to numerous orgasms. Mike was reluctant to fuck his cousin, but Amy figured it was just a matter of time. After all, he wasn’t afraid to plumge his cock into her mouth.
Amy pecked idly at the keyboard of the computer behind the counter. She thought of the stuff that Mike had done that afternoon. How had he brought up the security camera recordings? She went through the steps in her mind and in seconds she was looking at the menu of previous records. Picking one at random from the previous week, she brought it up.
The interior of the principal’s office appeared on the screen. She was having some sort of meeting with Ms.Yount, the school nurse, and a student. What was his name? Oh yeah, Ron. She knew who he was, but she’d never had any classes with him. She wondered what the meeting was about. She didn’t dare turn on the computer’s speakers. There was no telling when someone would walk in. The monitor was pretty well hidden by the counter though; she’d have time to click off the video.
The three simply sat and talked, and Amy was about to switch to another recording when Ron stood and went to the end of the principal’s desk. To Amy’s amazement, Ron pulled down his pants and took a seat on the edge of the desk with his back to the camera. To her further amazement, the principal and Ms. Yount gathered around Ron. They seemed to be looking at his upper thigh. Oh yes, now Amy remembered, Ron had been injured in some sort of playground incident and now They must be looking at the wound. In fact, their heads practically touched as they examined his leg very, very closely. Again, Amy grew bored and her fingers moved to change records when she saw Ron hop off the desk and completely pull off his pants and shorts.
“Oh my god,” said Amy breathlessly when she saw Ron’s cock jut obscenely from his crotch. It was the biggest one she’d ever seen. Of course she’d only seen Mike’s and some others on the Internet, but still, Ron’s cock was amazing.
Just then there was thesound of a door opening. Amy nearly knocked the computer’s keyboard and mouse off their perch in her haste to close the program. Monica Lincoln, the school’s principal walked passed Amy on the way to her office. “Hi Amy, anything going on?” she asked.
“Uh… no,” said Amy, trying to reconcile the principal’s matter-of-fact attitude with what she had just seen on the computer.
She wanted to get back to that video, but she never had the chance that morning. The next time she got the opportunity, a few days later, the video had disappeared. Moved to DVD or perhaps erased, she figured.

Ron opened his eyes, saw the amount of light pouring into his room and panicked. His mother had left early for a breakfast meeting, and she had warned him that he would have to fend for himself before school. He’d hit the snooze button too many times and now he was about to miss his bus. He throw on his clothes, stuffing his morning wood intohis pants, and ran out the door arriving at his stop just in time to hop on.
Sitting on the bus, he didn’t know what was worse – his empty stomach, his still stiff dick or his full bladder. By the time he reached school, his dick had managed to soften to less than a painful bulge. Ron went by the cafeteria and snagged an apple. He gnawed it down to the core as he headed for the restroom. There, to his immense relief, he emptied his bladder. “Oh, that’s better,” he whispered to himself as his piss splashed against the urinal porcelain. He felt much relieved now, and after washing his hands he hurried along to the library. This would be the third homeroom period that he’d spent there.
He didn’t mind his job in the library. It kept him busy and working with Ms. Pearson was cool; she was a babe — for an older woman, that is. Thinking of the shaped library began to give Ron an ection. It was going to be a long morning. He hadn’t been ableto lighten his load before school. Now he was going to have a stiff, aching hard-on all day. He didn’t like the idea of ​​hiding in a restroom stall to whack off, but he decided that that might be his only chance at relief.
Ron made it into the library just as homeroom began. There was a new girl behind the checkout desk. She was new to him as far as the library was concerned anyway. He’d seen her in the hallways at school. “Hey,” he said as he throw his book bag down behind the desk.
Amy watched as the boy entered the library. It was him. It was Ron, the boy she’d seen on the security recording of the principal’s office. She couldn’t believe it when he came behind the checkout desk and spoke.
“Hi,” she responded.
“My name’s Ron,” he said. “I guess were working together this morning.”
“I guess so,” said Amy. She was saved from having to think of something else to say when Ms. Pearson walked up.
“Good morning,” Karen said. “I guess you two have met.” Ron and Amy nodded. “Good, good… now this morning I have a class coming in, so I want you guys to go in the back and check in the new books.” She nodded at Amy. “Amy has done this before, so you just follow her lead,” she said to Ron.
“Fine,” said Ron and looked to Amy who led the way into the workroom of the library.
Chapter 5

Ms. Pearson’s office took up most of the workroom, but that left an area of ​​shelves and counters that held books, both old and new, plus all the odds and ends that accumulated in such a space. “There’s not much to it,” said Amy as she stepped up to one of the counters. She picked up a handheld scanner and took a new book from a stack that was piled on the counter. She then ran the scanner over the bar code on the book cover. A nearby computer beeped and a small printer began to hum. Two labels fell from the printer. “This one goes on the spine,” said Amy as she stuck the label on the book. “And this one goes inside the front cover.” She placed the other label in the appropriate place. “Now it’s ready to go on the shelf,” she said, placing the book on a wheeled cart.
Ron nodded. “If you’ll make the labels, then I’ll put them on the books,” he said as he handed Amy the next book from the stack.
“Okay,” said Amy. They easily fell into a rhythm of printing and labeling the new books. She couldn’t help but notice that Ron was sort of pushing and rubbing the front of his jeans against the side of the counter as he worked. She leaned her head back just a bit. Yes, it certainly looked as if he was pressing a big, fat erection against the counter.
Ron worked through the stack of new books. It wasn’t until he came to the last couple of books, that he became aware he’d been shoving his dick against the counter all along. Hell, he couldn’t help it. He had been horny all morning, and now he was working beside a pretty girl who smelled just really good. No wonder he was aroused. He wondered if Amy had noticed anything. Looking out of the corner of his eye, he looked to see if she was looking. And indeed she was looking… in fact, she was openly staring at his cock.
Ron smiled. He didn’t mind that one bit. If anything, it felt as if his dick had become even harder and larger. He labeled the last book and put it on the cart. Turning to Amy, he pulled his shoulders back and made sure that the bulge in his pants was totally bulging. “So now what?” he asked.
Amy bit at her lower lip. She could tell by the look on his face that he knew that she’d been ogling his dick-bulge. Oh what the hell, she thought. She looked through the small window of the workroom door into the main room of the library. She could see that Ms. Pearson wasbusy talking to the class of students. “Come back here,” she said to Ron.
They walked to the rear corner of the room. Amy knew that they weren’t totally hidden, but she didn’t really care at that point. She turned to face Ron. She tilted her head just so and looked expected into his eyes. She hoped for a kiss, but she knew that boys her age were clueless about these things. They’d probably just stand there in awkward silence until one of them backed out of the situation. Abruptly, his hands were on her hips and he was kissing her. It was a hell of a kiss too. His lips were firm and moist and warm, and his tongue was in her mouth, probing and emrithing. Where the hell had he learned this stuff? Her cousin, Mike, didn’t kiss like this and he was sixteen.
Amy grabbed onto Ron’s upper arms and held on for the ride. His hands slipped to her ass and he pressed the hardness of his cock against her groin. Their kiss went on and on until Ron waspractically dry fucking her; his hips keep on pulsing his cock against her tummy.
Suddenly Ron broke off their wet kiss. He pulled back and took her hands in his. “If we keep this up, I’m going to make a mess in my pants,” he said sheepishly.
“We wouldn’t want that,” said Amy as she dove at his belt buckle. In seconds she had his pants down to his knees. There was a wet spot on his underwear where the tip of his cock ended. She spread the opening in his shorts with her eager fingers. It was a struggle, but she managed to get his cock into the open. Damn, the thing was big. It was bigger than Mike’s, and he’d assured her that he was bigger than average. She ran her palm up the underside of his shaft and was rewarded with a flow of clear pre-cum across her fingers.
“Suck it,” said Ron. Once again Amy wondered where he’d learned all this. He sounded as if he told someone to tongue his dick every day. She looked at the flared head and broad shake. There was no way that she was going to get the whole thing in her mouth like she did Mike’s. But that didn’t stop her from lowering her mouth to his twitching cock-head to see just how much she could manage.
Karen finished speaking to the class. She pulled a television mounted on a tall audio/visual cart before the students. Popping a video into its player, Karen turned on the TV. A bunch of cartoon characters began to tell the students about the Dewey Decimal System. Karen knew that the students would rather see it on TV as to hear the information from her. She moved to the back of the room and cut off some of the lights so that the Dancing cartoon monkeys on the TV were more visible. When she was sure that the students were more or less engrossed, Karen wandered towards her office and the library’s workroom. She peered through the tall, narrow window in the workroom door. Ordinarily, you couldn’t see into that room because of the glare created by the lights in the main room. But now she could see the worktable and shelves. Now where were Ron and Amy, she wondered. She took a few steps to the side, and through an opening in a rack of shelves, she saw Ron. His head was thrown back and his eyes were closed. For a second she thought he had fallen sleep on his feet, but then he grimaced and looked down as if he were in pain. Karen wondered what in the hell was going on.
She moved closer to the door, leaning her head from side to side to get the best angle to see between the shelves. Suddenly, she saw the top of Amy’s head rise and fall. Her head seemed to be at waist-level to Ron and… oh fuck no, thought Karen. That couldn’t be happening. Could it? Amy couldn’t be giving Ron a blow job. No fucking way.
Karen stepped even closer to the door. She moved to the side as far as she could and still keep the two students in view. She found herself bending over and tilting her head to the side a bit… and there it was. She could see Ron’s cock. At least she thought she could. That couldn’t be it, could it? She watched as Amy’s stretched lips revealed an improbably long shake. Karen stifled a gasp. The boy was enormous. His cock was huge for a boy his age and size. Hell, it was huge for a grown man.
Karen saw Ron says something and then Amy let the head of his cock pop out of her mouth. She took his dick in both hands and began to eagerly stroke it while moving to the side. Ron got a funny look on his face and then a thick, white stream of cum shot from the tip of his dick. Karen’s eyes flew open wide. No man came that much. But then he did it again and again. Between the shelves, Karen saw the creamy spurts arc through the air and fall to the floor. She could hardly believe her eyes. Covering her mouth with her hand, she backed away from the door. On weakened knees, she made her way to a stool behind the circuit desk. As she sat, she realizedthat her pussy lips were full and ripe. It was midmorning, at school, and she was extremely horny. She hadn’t been this hot for a dick since she couldn’t remember when.
Karen’s eyes darted around the library. No one could see what she was about to do. She raised off the stool just long enough to spread her legs and gather up the material of her skirt. Then, grazing the edge of the stool, she rocked her clip against the heel of her hand. Damn, she hadn’t done this in years. She rocked back and forth. The stool creaked, but not so loudly that anyone was going to hear it over the sounds from the TV.
She stared into the distance and imagined Ron between her legs; his slim hips pounding that magnificent cock between her cunt lips. That was what she needed, not her husband’s punch, half-limp dick. She rocked against her hand, thinking about Ron. It was almost all she could do not to run into the workroom and rap the boy. But what if she did? She wondered if he could get it up again this fast. Ummmm… the way that dick looked, she bet he was still hard. She bet that he could thrill her again and again. That big dick should be able to stay up long enough to give her tons of orgasms. Boys his age were nothing but walking hard-ons anyway. And what were the odds that he would be here, just what she needed, working under her nose?
Abruptly, Karen stopped her public masturbation. Indeed, what were the odds? Monica had seemed awfully eager to send her some help. Did she know what was swinging between Ron’s legs? Was that oversized piece of boy-meat what she means by help? She bit her lower lip and resumed rocking and pressing on her clip through her dress and panties. She’d have to think about Monica and her motives later. Her orgasm was approaching. It was approaching at a maddeningly slow rate, but almost… almost, and there it was. She took a deep breath and held it as the waves of sensing washed through her body. Shefight to keep her face passive and her body still as her pussy clenched in spasms. Her faced flushed with hot blood. There was nothing she could do about that but hope that none of her pimply faced students would need her attention right now. Finally, the sensings passed, and she could breathe once more.
When lunch time came around, Karen headed for the cafeteria. Most days she couldn’t stomach its nobleishing but unappetizing food, but today she was starved. She smiled to herself. Masturbating must have given her an appetite. She got her tray of food and headed for one of the tables reserved for teachers. She had just taken her seat when she saw Monica come through the line. She motioned the principal over.
“Hi,” said Monica as she put her tray on the table. The woman had double portions of everything. She could sure pack away the calories without showing it on her hips.
“How’s it going?” asked Karen. The two women talked shop for a few minutes and then Karen worked up the courage to mention Ron.
“How’s that working out?” asked Monica.
“Oh his work in the library is fine,” said Karen. “But I have to tell you about an incident that occurred this morning.” She went on to tell her about Ron and Amy. Monica seemed to take the whole kids-having-sex-in-school thing too calmly. Karen was almost through with her account when Monica looked over her shoulder and motioned to someone. A few seconds later April Yount, the school nurse, sat her tray on the table.
The pixyish blonde said, “How’re we doing, ladies?”
“Karen was telling me about something that happened in the library,” said Monica. “Would you mind repeating it?” she asked Karen.
“Okay,” said Karen. She launched into the story once more. When she finished, she noticed that both of the other women had the oddest look on their faces. Then Monica glanced at April, and April glanced at Monica, and then they both burst our laughing.
“I swear it’s true,” said Karen.
“We believe you,” said Monica.
“Every word,” said April. “Fantastic cock — isn’t it?”
Karen hadn’t referred to the size of Ron’s penis. “So you know?” she asked, thoroughly confused.
“Not about this morning,” said Monica, “but we certainly know about Ron.”
Karen’s eyes narrowed in concentration. She put two and two together and came to an improbable yet logical conclusion. “So that’s why you sent Ron to work in the library. My husband’s being unfaithful, so you send me this boy with a swinging cock?” said Monica indignantly.
“Your husband’s cheating on you?” asked April.
“With his beautiful assistant,” Monica informed April.
“What do you expect me…” said Karen.
“Young too, I bet,” said April.
“… to do with…” said Karen.
“Aren’t they all? And with tits out to here, I bet,” said Monica, drawing back her shoulders to accentuate her own considerable bus.
“… Ron!?” finished Karen loudly with a slap of hand on the table.
“Quietly,” hissed Monica; her eyes darted from side to side to see if Karen’s outburst had drawn attention. “We don’t need to tell the world.” She continued in a low but normal voice, “I didn’t know if anything would happen between you and Ron, but I thought that — if things worked out – he might help you with a measure of psychological/sexual revenge.”
Karen looked at the two women as if they’d lost their minds. As much as the sight of Ron’s cock had thrilled her pussy, and as much as she might want it, the thought of having it was ridiculous. “That young stud wouldn’t be interested in an older woman,” she said.
“Yes, he would,” said Monica.
“Oh yeah,” said April.
Karen read the expressions on their faces. “You mean that you two…” asked Karen.
“Both of us,” said April.
“And the best part,” said Monica, “is that he doesn’t even know how good he is.”
“I know,” said April. “Can you imagine how big a stud he’ll be when he’s grown?”
“He’ll have to beat the girls off with a stick,” said Monica.
April shook her head in amused disagreement. “He’ll just club them over the head with his cock.”
As both women chuckled over their little joke, Karen was thinking of possibilities.

After the children had left for the day, Monica made her way to the school innovation. When she walked in, April was taking supplies from a box and storing them in a cabinet.
“Hey,” said April.
“Hi,” said Monica. She wandered into the room, looking at nothing in particular and touching things in an aimless manner.
“Wow, what’s your problem?” asked April. She broke down the box, folded it flat and thrust it into a bag used by the school for recycling.
“Hmmmm?” said Monica.
“You’re always so large and in charge. Right now you look lost,” said April.
“I’ll have to work on my inscrutable look for principals,” Monica said with a wan smile. “Actually, I was wondering if we did the right thing in introducing Ron to Karen.”
“We?” said April, looking surprised. It hadn’t been her idea. She held up her hand to stop any protests from the principal. “I know what you mean. So what’s the problem?”
“Oh… you know… felony, disgrace, humiliation, jail. I sort of upped the ante when I brought Karen in.”
“I wouldn’t worry about it," April said. “Karen’s not going to say anything to anyone, and Ron…” She walked over and took Monica’s hands in hers. She had to crane her neck to look her in the eye. Monica must have been near six-feet tall in her modest heels. “Well, why would Ron complain? He’s getting some pretty high class pussy here.”
Monica squeezed the diminutive nurse’s hands and laughed. “I hope you’re right. I hope Ron’s enjoying our so called high class pussy.” She told. “But even if he doesn’t turn us in, I’m pretty sure he’ll want to move on to the younger stuff, eventually.”
“Well, we may lose that magnificent fucker, but as much as I stand, or lie down, in awe of Ron’s cock, there’s another one readily available,” April said with a twinkle.
“Oh, I don’t know…” said Monica, suddenly unsure of herself once again.
“You know, I can’t forget that kiss we shared,” April said. While fooling around with Ron’s cock the other day, the two had locked lips when they met at the top of his dick.
April stood on her tiptoes and pulled down on Monica’s hands. The two women locked gazes and then they were kissing. It was a tender kiss at first. Their lips brushed and explored, nipping and nibbling. April was the aggressor; she slipped her tongue into Monica’s mouth at the first natural opportunity. Her hands went to Monica’s breasts, kneeing and cupping her firm moons. Suddenly, she stopped. “We shouldn’t do this,” she said as she went to the innovative door.
Monica was stunned. She followed April with her eyes. “I… I suppose not…” she said, her face a mixture of guilt and regret.
“… until we lock the door,” said April as she flicked the door’s latch. She scampered back and immediately unzipped Monica’s skirt. “First this,” she said, letting it drop to the floor. “And now this awful thing,” she said, referring to the heavy duty panty that Monica wore. April wrestled the garment to the floor, and Monica’s cock was exposed. It was a tiny thing, only three inches long, but it was perfectly proportioned. It was erect too, with a clear pearl of pre-cum glistening at the tip. “Well, well, look who’s excited,” April said with a grin. She led Monica to the examination table and had her lay on her back. That put Monica’s throbbing member at a convenient height. She swooped down and took the entire rod into her eager mouth.
“Ahhh…” cried Monica. Her hips tossed on the table.
April rolled the morsel of a cock around in her mouth, stroking it with her lips and tongue. After several moments of play, she locked her lips around Monica’s cock-shaft and sucked as hard as she could.
“Wha… what are you doing?” moaned Monica.
April knew exactly what she was doing. It was something that drove men wild. April felt Monica’s cock-head swell in her mouth, making it extremely sensitive. She raced her vacuum locked mouth up and down the principal’s cute cock.
“April, I… ohhh,” Monica’s voice rose in pitch as she came. A watery stream of cum erupted from her cock. Her hips bucked into the air and she grabbed April’s head and pressed it to her groin. “Uhhh, uhhh, uhhh… oh my god,” she moaned as her dick convulsed.
When Monica’s hands collapsed to her side and her body went limp, April whispered, “We’re, not finished yet.” She put two fingers in her mouth and slicked them down with her spit. Spreading Monica’s vaginal lips wide with her free hand; she thrust her two moistened fingers into Monica’s pussy.
“April. April!” gasped Monica. She’d just cum, but her lover wouldn’t relent. She felt the sexual tide rising in her body once again. Her wilted cock pumped back to a full hard.
Good… enjoy it, April thought. “Come for me… Come as much as you want with that cute pussy”. She lowered her mouth and nibbled sharply on Monica’s clip. Monica gave a soft scream as she came again, bathing April’s face as her juices flowed in a reeling, orgasmic bliss.
With one final moan and a gasp, Monica’s shuddering body went limp. She told; her half lidded eyes starred at something millions of miles away. April noted in triumph that Monica’s cock had not yet cum, and still throbbed invitingly. She quickly stripped off her skirt and panties; it was time for her fun. She climbed on the examination table, and straddled Monica’s hips. It took a few seconds to get all the Parts in position. She didn’t want that cute, little cock in her pussy; she wanted it on her clip. Monica caught on, and soon they established a hot fuck rhythm. It was just a matter of who was going to cum first.
“Oh shit, yes!” gasped April, as she won the race to orgasm. She ground her hot cunt against Monica’s spiffy little dick until it spurted once again.

A week later, at school, Karen had the outline of a plan in mind. She was determined to humiliate her husband at least as much as he had humiliated her. Step one was to see if she could involve young Ron. She took off her jacket and hung it over the back of her office chair. No one could acuse her of dressing less than ladylike, however she had managed to reach provocative. Today, she was wearing a dark, pencil skirt which showed her as nicely. Her sleepless top, which stretched across her boobs, was white and just opaque enough to hint at her black lace bra.
She watched as Ron entered the library for his homeroom shift. She had made sure that there would be a minimum of traffic in the library that morning. At least there wouldn’t be anything the other assistant couldn’t handle. And that other assistant wasn’t Amy, she wouldn’t be around to distract Ron.
“Ron,” she said briskly, “would you come with me? I need some help rearrange the books in storage.”
“Yes, ma’am,” said Ron. He hustled to throw his book bag behind the circuit desk and then join April. In seconds, they were walking down the hall away from the library. Stopping in front of an unmarked door, Karen produced a key and unlocked it.
There was a bank of light switches just inside the door. Karen flicked on only one of the switches, leaving the room in dim light. The room was lined with shelves half-filled with unused textbooks and reference materials. There was a low table in the center of the room, also laden with books. The room was musty, but the air conditioning made it tolerable.
“Let’s see,” said Karen as she looked over the piles on the table. “Push these books to the center of the table and clear out an area here on the side.”
“Okay,” said Ron. He carefully pushed the dozen high stacks of books out of the way. When he finished, he stood back and waited on Karen for his next chore. To his surprise, she took a seat on the table that he had just cleared. He noticed that when she carefully crossed her legs, Ms. Pearson’s skirt rode almost crotch high on her legs.
Karen liked the way his eyes roamed over her smooth legs. “Ron,” she began, and his eyes jerked upward, “the real reason I brought you in here is to ask you about what you and Amy were doing it the workroom last week.” She had to fight back the urge to smile at the wash of emotions that crossed Ron’s face. His look went from surprised to guilty to worry and then his face settled into a tense neurotrality.
“We checked in those books,” Ron said innocently. “Didn’t we do them right?”
“You did the books correctly,” Karen said cooly. “It was the blowjob afterward that I’m referring to.”
“Oh, that,” said Ron. He suddenly found the need to study the tops of his shoes. “Did Amy says something?” he mumbled.
“No,” said Karen. She inhaled deeply and took the plumge. “Actually, I watched as Amy’s mouth played around on that huge cock you’ve got.”
“Oh,” said Ron again, somewhat low on vocabulary. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, and then crossed his hands before his crotch.
Is the little imp getting a hard-on right now? Karen asked herself.
His eyes roamed upward to her legs once again, and his hands moved as if he was trying to unexpectedly move something in his pants.
He is, thought Karen in amusement. He’s all boy — use the word blowjob and he gets a hard-on. Maybe this wasn’t going to be as awkward as she thought. “You’ve got an erection right now, don’t you?" she said, trying to sound clinical.
He acknowledged her with the barest nod of his head.
Subconsciously, Karen had uncrossed her legs and leaned towards Ron’s cock-bulge. Suddenly she realized what she was doing. “So,” she said after clearing her throat, “did you force yourself on Amy?”
“No, heck no, Ms. Pearson,” Ron protested. “She started it.”
“Oh really,” said Karen. “So, exactly what happened?”
Ron bit his lip in thought and said, “Uh… we finished the books, and Amy took me to the back of the room. And then we were sort of kissing… you know, things got hot… we were kind of rubbing together… and then she… uh, she opened my pants. I guess you know the rest.”
Karen let her eyes bore into Ron’s for several seconds. “That’s the flimsiest story I’ve ever heard,” she said, although she secretly believed him. “Are you really that good a kisser? Do you expect me to believe that she found you so unresistant?”
“I… uh… I guess so,” said Ron.
“Okay,” said Karen. She leaned forward and tilted her head. “Show me.”
Ron looked started, but he didn’t deepen. He moved closer, tilting his head first one way and then the other, trying to decide how to approach the slightly pouted lips of the school library. He finally decided to go to the right and pressed his lips softly on hers.
Karen closed her eyes when Ron’s lips settled on hers. She half expected a shy peck of a kiss, but no. Ron’s lips moved on hers, softly yet firmly. She couldn’t help but respond. Damn, but the boy could kiss. It wasn’t long before their tongues were touching like live wires. No wonder Amy had sucked him off.
Karen pulled back to catch her breath. “And then what happened?” she asked in order to give her time to think.
Ron could see the effect hewas having on Karen. He said, “She pulled down my pants like this.” He unbuttoned and unzipped until his loose fitting pants fell to his ankles. There was an obscene bulge in his boxers. With experienced fingers, Ron slid his cock through the underwear’s slit.
Karen’s breath caught in her throat. Seeing his cock across a room was one thing, but now it was practically in her face. For years she’d seen only her husband’s dick this up close and personal. “So big,” she said breathed herself. She imagined two of her husband’s dicks stuck end to end, and then two more beside them. Would that be enough to equal the mass of sex-meat before her? Probably, not even close.
“Oh Ron,” she whispered. Her hands came up and she used her fingertips to outline his cock.
Ron was amazed at how sensitive his cock was to the feather light brush of Karen’s fingers. His throbbing member twitched involuntarily and a drool of pre-cumdripped from his cock-slit.
Karen caught the clear, slick emission and rubbed it into Ron’s flared cock-head. Her husband’s full loads didn’t equal this much pre-cum. She used a forefinger to rubb in the liquid and was rewarded by another discharge; this one was even larger than the first. She caught this one in her palm and began to rub it on his shaft. She looked up and saw that Ron had his eyes closed, just enjoying everything. “How About a nice hand-job?”
“Yes… please,” said Ron.
Karen chuckled, he was unfailingly polite. She used both hands; one slip smoothly on his shake and the other bumped over his bulging cock-head. An unbelievably steady amount of pre-cum kept her hands slick. She watched his reactions as he softly moaned and rocked his hips in time with her strokes. She brought him to the edge of orgasm twice. He was making so much pre-cum now that she couldn’t use it all; the stuff was driving to the floor. At last, she held his dick steady and jerked hard and quick.
“Ohhh… Ms. Pearson, I’m going to cum,” he gasped.
On impulse, Karen kissed and tognouded the slit in his cock-head. She should have guessed what would happen. His cock erupted with a riot of cum. She had to practically gulp down his boy-cream.
Karen would have loved to test her theory that Ron could easily keep his dick hard enough to slam her pussy, but their time was running out. Besides, she had bigger plans. She watched as he put away his only slightly softened cock. As he buttoned, and zipped his pants, she said, “Ron, how would you like to do a huge favor for me?”

A few days later, after school, Karen and Ron climbed into her Lexus. Karen drive for miles, finally pulling into the lot of an upscale hotel. She pulled around the building and parked in a side lot. She and Ron avoided the lobby by going in a side door. Karen just wanted to get into the room as unnoticed as possible, but they had to share an elevator with an elderly couple. Ron stood there with a grin on his face and his hands in his pockets, probably playing with himself, Karen feared. She half expected the man of the couple to acuse her of some horrible sex crime; she was certain it was written all over her face.
After what seemed like an hour, the elevator stopped. Karen and Ron exited. They went down the hall and stopped at their room. She had been in touch with Mr. Archer, her private detective, and his agency had set up everything, including renting and equipping the room. One of Archer’s men had delivered the room’s keycard to her that morning. She used it on the lock and opened the door.
“Hey, this is nice,” said Ron. He ran across the room and leaves on the king-sized bed, bounced twice and hit the floor on the other side.
“Let’s try to leave the furniture in one piece,” said Karen. She looked around the room. It was nice, but neverything special. Archer had assured her that the entire room would be well covered by cameras — something like high quality nanny-cams. She spotted a wall clock that looked out of place; there’s probably one in there, she thought.
“We’ve got a balcony,” announced Ron. He’d opened a sliding glass door and was standing outside. Karen walked up behind him. The balcony actually opened into the hotel’s atrium. Four floors below them was the lobby, a coffee shop, souvenir stands and even an indoor pool.
“I wonder if anyone ever tries to dive into the pool from here?” Ron said as he leaned over the high balcony edge.
Karen looked at the distances involved. “Not sober, and only once,” she said dryly. She plucked at Ron’s shirt and said, “We don’t have all afternoon.”
“Okay,” he said in cheerful anticipation of what was to come.
Karen went to the edge of the bed and sat. She motioned Ronclose and found the long bulge of his cock within his pants. She ran her palm along its length as Ron stopped and gave her a good, wet kiss. “That feels good,” he said.
“Let’s get these off,” said Karen. She tugged at the end of his belt in order to loosen it. In seconds his pants and boxes were around his ankles. His dick wasn’t fully hard. Karen decided to rectify that situation in short order. She lifted the head of his dick to her lips and slipped them over the boy’s cock.
“Oh yeah,” said Ron. Karen sucked and licked his cock-head steadily for three minutes. Ron felt the sap rising from his balls. He didn’t want to look a gift-blowjob in the mouth, so to speak, but he thought they had come here for more. “Ms. Pearson?” he said. “I kind of thought… you know…”
Karen took her lips off his now fiery red cock-head, but continued to stroke his shake. “Fuck?” said Karen with a smile. "You thought we were going to fuck?”
“Uh, yeah,” said Ron. His feeling of imminent orgasm began to fade. He was sorry that he’d said anything.
“Don’t worry,” said Karen. “We’ll get around to that. I just wanted to be sure that we started here.”
“Oh,” said Ron. He wondered why, but then Karen’s hot mouth engulfed his swollen cock-head once more. As the tip of her tongue worked at his cum slit, the only thought in his mind was to empty his achingly full balls. At her urging, he hadn’t masturbated or had any kind of sex for a full day.

Eugene Pearson worked at his desk. As befitted the owner of a successful software company, he had the latest, greatest and fastest of computers. His flat-panel monitor looked impressively large even as compared to the also impressively large expansion of his cherry wood desk on which it sat.
His office door opened and Nancy Webster entered. He gave her a warm smile as he watched her cover the distance to his desk. As usual, she was wearing a conservative business suit. But, also as usual, it did nothing to disguise her fantastic figure.
“I have the progress reports,” she said, indicating the sheet of paper in her hand.
“Good,” said Eugene. They both knew that she could have easily e-mailed the information to his desk. But then she wouldn’t have had the chance to come behind the desk to his side. She wouldn’t have bent over, handing him the paper, letting her long, blonde hair ticker his cheek, and she wouldn’t have been able to grind her full breast against his shoulder.
Eugene took the paper and stared at the report barely registering the information. He was nearly overwhelmed by Nancy’s nearness and the smell of her perfume. They’d promised one another to keep things professional at the office, but she couldn’t resist these teases, and he couldn’t resist letting her. He lifted his free hand to cup her magnificent breast just as there was a loud, abrupt chirp from his computer. A bright red pop-up appeared on his monitor. It was a priority e-mail. There were only a dozen people who could interrupt his day like this. Eugene clicked on the pop-up.
“It’s an e-mail from my wife,” he said.
“I’ll give you some privacy,” said Nancy, moving away.
“No, wait,” said Eugene. He captured Nancy in the crook of his arm. “It’s probably just a reminder of some social engagement.” Suddenly, he found the idea of ​​reading his wife’s e-mail while he fondled his mistress very arousing. In fact, he thought he was getting a hard-on, something that didn’t usually happen without plenty of preparation. Maybe he’d break his rule about not fooling around at the Office. They could lock the door, and Nancy could give him one of her blowjobs. He’d have to settle for that today. No matter how sexy the situation, he probably couldn’t get his dick hard enough for a fuck.
Eugene ran his hand under Nancy’s skirt. He caresed her satin smooth skin and squeezed her bare ass cheek. She must be wearing a tone, he thought. He clicked on the e-mail; it contained the simple message: ‘watch this.’ There was an attachment to the e-mail.
“It’s some sort of video,” Eugene said, examining the file extension. “One of her kids must have done something cute.” He clicked on the attachment. Thanks to his computer’s enormous download speed, it was mere seconds before the application began to run. Eugene ran his fingers up Nancy’s inner thigh.
“Mmm… that’s nice,” she murmured and spread her legs to accommodate his exploring fingers.
The screen split. It looked as if two videos had been melded into one file so as to run simultaneously. On the left, there appeared what seemed to be the integerrior of some public building. On the right was a bedroom or maybe it was a hotel room. A boy, or at least a slim young man, appeared and bounced onto the bed.
“That’s us… that’s us in Dallas,” gasped Nancy.
“What?” said Eugene, thoroughly confused. He followed Nancy’s pointing finger. On the left of the screen he saw himself and Nancy as they crossed the lobby of the hotel in Dallas, Texas. “Oh, I guess it is. I wonder where this video came from?”
“I’d certainly like to know,” Nancy said. She was beginning to sound pissed and worried at the same time, because now she could see Eugene in his hotel bedroom. Her eyes drifted back to the other side of the screen.
“Isn’t that your wife?” Nancy asked.
Eugene’s eyes jerked back to the right. “It is,” he said simply; his voice sounded hollow. He watched as Karen and the boy went to the bed. She took a seat and began to rubthe front of his pants.
Eugene felt the blood drain from his face. What the fuck was going on here? And who the fuck was this guy with his wife? He tried to make out the stranger’s face, but his features had been artistically and digitally smudged. Now his wife was lowering the guy’s pants, and…
“Oh… my… god!” Nancy said in awe as the boy’s cock appeared. It was long, and it was thick, and it was entirely out of proportion to the rest of his body.
“I can’t believe it,” said Eugene, meaning his wife’s actions.
“I know,” Nancy said dreamy. “Isn’t it awesome?” Clearly, she wasn’t referring to anything Karen was doing.
Eugene began to flick his gaze from one side of the screen to the other. On the left, Nancy entered the picture. On the right, Karen was giving the boy a world-class blowjob. “Oh shit,” he said, sounding depressed. It was obvious now. His wife had found outAbout his affair, and she had countered with some sort of fling with this young stud. The contrast between himself and this guy couldn’t be more revealing. On the screen, Nancy had easily taken the whole of his punch dick into her mouth. While Karen had to struggle to merely get her mouth around her lover’s bloated cock-head. She had to use both hands to jerk the boy’s shake.
After a minute of vigorous fellatio, Karen backed off the big throbber. She quickly removed her top and bra as the boy took his cock in hand and kept himself primed. Karen pushed her tits up and together as she said something to him. The boy looked slightly disappointed, but then his hand quickly, his face screwed up and he tilted his cock towards Karen’s uplifted breasts. A thick, white rope of cum erupted from the slit in his cock-head. It streamed from her collar bone, across the creamy skin of her breast to the nipple. Karen shifted to her right and the next — even larger- shot of cum landed between her tits. Another rope of cum landed on her left breast.
“Oh my god, look at all that cum!” gasped Nancy.
Eugene felt her rubbing her slit on his hand. She was getting turned on at the sight of the boy’s cum spewing cock. Out of reflex, he shifted his fingers so that he could stroke her clip. On the left of the screen, his earlier self had already spent his tiny squirts in Nancy’s mouth, while on the right, this boy continued to coat his wife’s breasts. She laughed as his cream filled her cleavage.
At least it’s over, thought Eugene as the last drops oozed from the boy’s cock. On the screen, Karen said something to the boy as she smiled and admitted the huge deposit of cum on her tits. She is arose, holding her breasts so that none of the boy’s cream would drop on the rug. His wife was fastidious, even in this bizarre situation. She disappeared from the screen and the boy finished undressing. His cock still jutted obscenely from his slim, nearly hairless body.
The scene shifted and now the boy was entering the bathroom. Karen had managed to get rid of most of his jism. There was only a remaining sheen on her tits. She was naked and testing the water from a flowing shower head.
I guess it’s not over, thank Eugene. Karen and the boy stepped into the shower without bothering to pull the curtain. The boy took a washcloth, put some soft-soap on it and repeatedly cleaned her breasts. By the time he was through, her nipples were stiff and erect. Then she soaped up her hands and began to stroke his cock. In seconds it went from impressively hard to pointing-at the-ceiling hard.
“He didn’t even get soft,” said Nancy in awe. She squeezed her thighs around Eugene’s hand.
Eugene knew what was coming next. Please don’t show it, he thought silently. But then there it was. On the left of the screen he and Nancy appeared in the shower of their room. The camera angle was awkward. It must have been hidden somehow between the tiles in a corner. He and Nancy kissed and caressed. He paid tons of attention to her fantastic tits and ass, but despite all the play, he never got really hard. Nancy was nice enough — or at least smart enough — not to say anything. She simply encircled his floppy dick with her thumb and forefinger. Then she jerked him as his cock-head jumped around as if it were on a string.
Eugene could guess what was coming next also. Whoever had made this video had timed things just right. On the left, Eugene saw his orgasm. At least he knew that he had had an orgasm at that point. It was hard to tell from simply looking. After all, the drops of cum that he had produced had been lost in the flow of shower water.
In huge contrast, another torrent of cum erupted from the boy’s cock. The white stream leant upwards and fell across Karen’s arms. She adjusted the boy’s aim as more shots of cum rocked outward. The white spew splashed against the red tile of the shower and spilled down in thick, gooey streams.
Nancy pressed Eugene’s fingers against her weeping cunt. “He’s so hot,” she said, eyeing Mrs. Pearson and her lover as they fell onto the hotel room bed. Nancy ignored the left half of the screen. She couldn’t both to be outraged at the invasion of her privacy. “Could this be shot all on the same day?” she said incredulously. “I mean it looks like it’s done practically in real time.”
“I know,” croaked Eugene. He felt ridiculous. His mistress / girlfriend was using his hand to masturbate on while she watched his wife cuckold him with a boy. He was feeling humiliated, and his shoulder was aching from holding it in this awkward position for so long. He was also paying something else, and he couldn’t believe it. He was getting turned on. Although everything, he was getting a hard-on.
On the screen, the boy was lying flat on his back. His dick had had the decency to flag a bit. But now Karen was taking him into her mouth. In seconds, the boy was back to full hard. “You really like this, don’t you?” he asked Nancy.
She managed to drag her eyes away from the screen and look at Eugene. She gave him a look mixed with goal and anxiety. “I’m sorry, Gene,” she said. She was the only one he allowed to call him Gene. “But I don’t know… it’s just all so sexy.”
Eugene increased the speed of his fingers on her clip despite the pain in his arm. “You want him, don’t you?” he said, gesturing to the boy who was vigorously boning his wife.
Nancy’s eyes cut back to the screen. “Yes, yes,” she practically sobbed. She was cumming on Eugene’s hand. He could feel her thighs tremble and suddenly her panties were soaked. She’d gushed enough vaginal juices to coat his fingers.
When Nancy recoversd enough to function, Eugene said, “Okay then, first of all go lock that door before someone stumbles in here. Then you’re going to suck me off, and I promise I’ll see what I can do about fulfilling your wish.”
“Oh Gene,” Nancy squealed. She’d reverted from a poisoned business woman to a thrilled schoolgirl. She scampered to the door and turned the lock. Eugene pulled down his zipper and managed to bring his cock-head into the open. On the screen, the boy was between his wife’s legs, fucking her with long, powerful strokes.
That’s it you son-of-a-bitch, he thought. Fuck the shit out of her. Pound that cunt until she’s screaming. Make that hole so big I won’t be able to feel the sides when I fuck her again. If I ever get to fuck her again, he thought ruefully.
He stroked his dick with one finger until Nancy could get between his knees. As her mouth engulfed his surprisingly rigid cock, he wondered how he could makegood on his promise.
The End