Grace Eddy - Her little crew

Puzzled, little John began insinuating his hairless thirteen-year-old body in onto the triangular-shaped mattress behind her.

Ted lay on her left side with Albert between her thighs, fucking away with the kind of energy one seldom sees after fourteen. Ted began slowly positioning him for the maneuver she had in mind, slowly forcing this flexed knees from between her thighs, gradually straightening and closing her own legs. At first Albert was unwilling to surrender any body contact. Then gradually he learned the difference, the heightened sensation when her legs were closed, helping to squeeze her cunt dosed tight around his throbbing tally whacker until he felt like he was achieving a famous first with a tight ten-year-old. "Aaaahhhh!" the boy gloated. He held his breath for a moment, struggled with the temptation to cum right then and there, and finally managed to control his eager fourteen-year-old body. Ted smiled a secret little smile. She opened her arms and drew his head in between her tits, subtly guiding him until the, fourteen-year-old was giving her almost as much of a turn-on licking, kissing and sucking her tits as he was with his hot throbbing rod sliding in and out of her newly tightened cunt.

Meanwhile little John huddled disconsolate behind them, unable even to get a handful of tit. Ted reached back to touch his firm, hairless body. Slowly, she let her hand slide down the front of his body with a smooth tickling gesture. By the time she found his cock it was standing firmly at ready. She squeezed it and the boy moaned and buried his face in the nape of her neck.

She squeezed and caressed it again and the boy pushed against her moaning his need into her ear. Meanwhile Albert was fucking her as steadily and energetically as the smaller boy had been doing moments ago. Had it only been moments since the three of them had exploded and cum? Ted marveled at the recuperative powers of her thirty-nine year-old body.

She held the thirteen-year-old's hairless cock in her hand and guided it toward her, pulling the willing boy closer. She wondered how much he knew about anatomy-if he had ever experimented in this particular way with boys or girls of his own age. Probably not, she guessed. From the way the boy was acting he seemed to expect her to clasp his cock between her thighs and squeeze him into dry-bagged oblivion. But Ted had better uses than that for a stiff thirteen-year-old cock.

Moving slowly and carefully so as not to break the rhythm of Albert's powerful drive up her well-slicked cunt, she guided the younger boy by the most convenient handle. She could feel her whole body atwitter at the memory of the last time-had it really been twenty-eight years?-when Mr. Hammel had introduced her to this cherry conserving form of eroticism.

Finally she felt the younger boy's cock tip pushing at the appropriate spot. She tried to relax, to let herself go all loose. She put her hand around behind little John's ass and gave him an encouraging pat. The boy shoved.

It hurt like blazing sin. Ted had forgotten how it could hurt to try to start a cock, no matter how willing, up a dry asshole. She hesitated, got her finger down there and brought a little of the copious lubrication from Albert's relentless entry and exit from her well-slicked cunt back where it could help little John. Then she patted the boy's ass again.

This time when he pushed it was like breaking a maidenhead. He pushed hard and steady against an insurmountable pressure, hurting like the seven deadly sins, and then suddenly the obstruction was no longer there and the boy was in, in IN!

She felt his straight hard cock sliding seemingly miles up her asshole. His entry was timed with one of Albert's full length thrusts and the sudden ingress of two cocks filled her unto bursting. Ted had never felt so good in her life until an instant later when both cocks started coming out of her at once and the sudden blessed emptiness was so comforting that it felt almost as if she had cum. She relaxed, surrendered, gave up. From now on it was up to the boys. She would let them do whatever they wanted. Now their rhythm had broken, one going in as the other came out. It felt so wondrously and curiously odd to have her whole insides pushed rhythmically back and forth under the alternating displacement of first one cock and then the other that she could almost detach her mind from the saturated eroticism to analyze the feel that was driving her to the edge of orgasm with every stroke.

Then once more the boys were momentarily synchronized, both cocks sliding in and out of her at once, stuffing her full, leaving her empty with the most totally erotic satiation she had ever experienced.

"Aaaahhhh!" Albert sighed.

"Yeaaaahhhh!" little John replied.

"Oooohhhh!" Ted moaned. She supposed there was probably a more intellectual way of putting it but that was just what it felt like: Oooohhhh!