harder as if he owned my breasts now. It wasn’t enough for one breast to be suckled, they both had to be. That’s what really does it for me. Suck one, pinch the other until they’re both singing with pain. So the harder I pushed into his face, the quicker he learned, the harder he bit and chewed and pinched, and the sharper my pleasure.
‘Fuck me,’ a woman howled, and it was me.
‘Show me,’ he grunted back.
I wanted him to go on and on sucking and biting my tits, but I wanted his stiff cock in my cunt, too, wanted to feel it ramming up me. But somehow I still kept it slow. I wanted him to remember every single move.
I planted my knees on either side of his thighs so I was straddling him, still crushing his head between my tits, still making him suck. I wanted him to suck and suck forever, except that soon I would come against his leg like some randy bitch and what sort of education would that be?
As my nipples burned and throbbed, I rolled his jeans and boxers down. He raised his hips so obligingly to let me undress him I wanted to weep with victory. And then I wanted to shriek with it when his cock came thumping out from the rough tangle of tawny curls, pulsating like the rest of him, its surface smooth like velvet.
God, anyone would think I’d never seen one before. It thumped all heavy and warm into my hand and its owner bit me, hard, so that I screamed out loud.
‘You’re a quick learner,’ I breathed, pulling away, letting his head follow me, still nibbling and biting. ‘So here’s a little reward.’
He fell back, mouth wet with licking, and I slithered down till I reached his dick, standing there like a beacon. The tip was already beading. If I wasn’t careful, he’d come like a bloody train, before I wanted him to. But I wanted to show him. So I took that boy’s cock right into my mouth until the knob knocked the back of my throat.
His buttocks clenched as I sucked on him, holding his balls and biting my way down his shaft and sucking the sweet length of it. He started bucking. I wanted him to think he’d died and gone to heaven. Any minute now I was going to heaven, too. As I sucked, I rubbed my aching tits and wet pussy up and down his legs, like a randy mare scratching against a fence. He pulled at my hair. I was in danger of wasting this golden moment by coming all over his shins. My pussy was convulsing frantically now, leaving a slick of juice on his legs.
I gave his dick one last, long suck, pulling it and nipping it, then I let it slide out past my teeth. Next time I’d swallow. I clambered back on top of him, my toy, my boy, as he started to rise up on his elbows, seeking my tits again. I tilted myself over him.
‘See how beautiful it is,’ I crooned at him, showing him his cock in my fingers, wet with my licking. ‘See how well it’s going to fit.’
I aimed the tip of his cock towards my bush, let it rest there, nudge into my wet lips, and I shuddered as each inch went in. The tension was ecstasy, but I was going wild here, especially when he grabbed my breasts and started sucking on them again. I couldn’t hold on to it for much longer, and I let the boy’s knob slide up inside, all the way to the hilt. It was tempting to ram it, but once it was right in I forced myself away again.
‘Let me fuck you!’
We’d lost the power of language. ‘Fuck’ was the only word we knew.
I moaned in reply, tossed my head back, and down I went onto him again and this time he was with me, pulling at my hips so that he was in as I ground down.
He filled me. God, there were years of wild lovemaking ahead for him and any woman lucky enough to get near him. I pressed myself over him, let him bite and fondle, saw the blood rushing in his face as we started to jerk and rock together. I was really riding him, really wanted to hurt us both, wanted him to suck me while we did it, suck me so hard it would make me scream with pain, knowing my willing pupil would do whatever the hell I told him.
I was jacking up the rhythm, rocketing up and down his cock. I needed to ease the urge to come, but of course that only made it worse and more intense and I was getting tighter and tighter, holding him like a vice, and his cock was getting even harder with each frantic thrust, ramming right up inside.
‘Tell me I’m the best you ever had,’ he suddenly shouted, grabbing my hips and lifting me off him. ‘Want to hear you say it.’
‘Shut up and fuck me, big boy.’
His nails dug into me. ‘Tell me, you bitch, tell me I’m the best.’
I stared at him. His cock was enormous now, so swollen, standing away from his flat stomach and aiming like a battering ram at my wet, waiting cunt.
‘You’re the best, baby,’ I said. And I meant it. I’d never had someone so young, so gorgeous, so well hung, so strong, so eager, so fresh, so obedient, all in one package.
Then his cock slipped up inside again. I was trapping him inside me and going at him so that we were welded together, releasing him so that he could draw back, trapping again as he tensed his buttocks and thrust inside, throwing his head back, pulling my tits with his teeth, thrusting faster now and faster, hearing my own crackling gasps of pleasure as I came and he saw me coming and he laughed with disbelief as he tensed and hardened to bursting point and shot it up me.
I slumped forwards onto his chest and listened to the drumming of his heart. I thought my head was empty, but I heard myself say, ‘I wish that was your first time. I wish I’d been the one to break you.’
His laugh rumbled under my ear. ‘Make me, you mean.’
I went to sit on the chair opposite, my legs sluttishly apart. I started to do up the buttons of my blouse, just a couple of them.
‘Wait till the boys hear about this.’
He sat up, pulled on his shorts, cracked his knuckles. The boys. He was just a boy, here for the summer. For God’s sake, what was I thinking?
‘You’re going to brag? Boast to them how you had the old dear from the B and B? Do you think they’ll look at me different?’
He shrugged as only youngsters can. He went over to the mirror and raked his hair with his fingers.
‘The old dear can take it!’ he said. ‘Respect! Think how the takings will go up when they hear how horny she is!’
‘Do you think they’ll want a piece of me, then?’ I picked up my knickers, flicked them over his shoulder, round in front of his nose. I saw his long eyelashes curve down as he breathed in. ‘Oh, I do hope so!’
He turned his head and looked at me. ‘I was only joking, Sara – don’t be pissed off.’
I kissed him, licking inside his mouth and very gently putting my hand on his dick. Not quite subsided. They can do it over and over, these randy lads.
‘Do I look pissed off? Quite the reverse, honey.’
I tossed the knickers over a chair and pulled a silky dress over my head.
‘I’d better go, then –’
‘When they come back, honey, tell them they can come up here after hours.’
He stopped at the door. Oh, this was almost the best bit, because I knew it would happen.
