Brian Laver - Hot to trot mother

Rose stopped at the side of the stream. Staring off into the darkness, she began pulling off her slacks. And as she pulled them down the boys' eyes heated her body.

Rose could no longer be sure she wasn't merely dreaming all this. It was just too weird to be true. How could she be standing naked in the middle of a bunch of strangers?

But when she dove into the water she knew that it was no dream. She was awake and about to fuck every one of those kids.

"Bur-r-r-r-r," she said when her head bobbed to the surface.

Then she began swimming to the bank. In the moonlight her body showed just clear enough for the boys to see the crack in her ass as she swam.

Rose reached the bank and crawled out of the water.

"Ah-h-h-h, it is chilly," she said.

She tried to wipe off the water with her hands. The boys were surrounding her, watching with passion.

Rose had never felt so good. Her cunt was dying for a fucking. And since she was sure she was going to get it, the longing was sweet.

The boys staring at her nakedness thrilled her, too.

She was eager to get things going. "Help me dry off, will you boys?" she asked.

The boys had been crowding around, getting closer and closer. But when Rose asked for help they suddenly closed in.

Hands were all over her before she knew what was happening. They were brushing water off her with the same fast strokes she had been giving herself. But soon the hands began caressing and probing.

"Oh, your hands are so nice and warm," Rose sighed as she gave herself to the grasping, pawing hands.

Then the boys added their mouths to the task. Rose felt kisses and licks everywhere on her body. Hard bodies were now pressing in from every side. Rose kissed mouth after mouth, tasting each boy's tongue.

Her tits were being squeezed and handled. And every few seconds she felt a mouth surrounding her hard nipples. But five boys sharing two tits could be rough.

Fingers were creeping into her crotch from front and back. Rose's cunt and were covered with greedy, exploring fingers until she felt like a living ant hill. It was the most glorious experience of her life.

"Oh, take it easy, now," she warned. "There's enough for all."

Rose began to sink to the ground. And as she did, the boys sank along with her. Their hands kept fondling and examining.

Finding herself on her back finally, Rose opened her legs and prepared to get fucked.

The boys began to pull their pants off. Rose heard the rustling and swishing of pants being removed.

Suddenly, there was a boy between her thighs. Then Rose felt a hard prick being maneuvered in her crotch. Its fat tip found her tunnel and slipped into it.

"Uh-h-h-h-h," she moaned as she was filled with stiff meat.

The cock began thrusting.

Since Rose had been horny and plotting this gang-bang for some time, the prick in her felt even more sensational than a prick usually did.

"Come on, fuck me!" she cried in a guttural voice.

Whoever was fucking her, it was too dark for her to tell, was doing it with primitive passion. His cock rammed into her so hard Rose's body jerked violently. Then the prick was backed out, only to be thrust with mighty force again.

"Oh-h-h-h-h, God!" Rose wailed. "I love it!"

The vibrations of the motorcycle had made Rose's twat extremely sensitive. So the bridal fucking she was getting had a profound effect on her.

But before she could come, she felt the heat of the boy's jism filling her. Then her cunt was empty.

But there was nothing to worry about. Another prick was waiting. And before she knew it, Rose had another bucking cock in her.

The second boy had barely begun thrusting when Rose hit her peak. She wrapped her legs around the boy's hips. Her body was turned into a writhing coil of ecstasy.

The prick pistoning in her now was sending a joyous wave of bliss through her with every lunge.

When this boy had came, the next boy had to help disengage Rose's legs which were still wrapped tightly around his body. And Rose was too delirious with pleasure to know enough to release him.

"A-a-a-a-a," she cried like a baby who had its bottle taken away.

But when another prick entered her spasming cunt, Rose's moans mellowed into a happy wail.

"Oh-h-h-h, oh-h-h-h, oh-h-h-h, fuck me!" she wailed.

Rose descended into a fabulous storm of sexual rapture. She was hardly aware of the changes of pricks in her cunt especially when the boys began taking seconds. They could last longer, so Rose's ecstasy wasn't interrupted so frequently.

Gradually, Rose began to realize that it was over. But it had been so wonderful she just lay there in the after-glow of the fucking of her life.

"Come on, lady," the long-haired boy said. "We'll take you back to town."

"Oh-h-h, that was wonderful," Rose gasped.

She tried to sit up. But her muscles were now so relaxed after her prolonged ecstasy that the boys had to help her. They brought her hers clothes and helped her into them.

It wasn't until Rose was on the motorcycle again with the wind blowing through her hair that she realized what she had done.

Until that evening, she had been a fairly normal, middle class mother – maybe slightly more lusty than most mothers, but comparatively normal.

What was she now? But Rose wasn't ashamed.

The joy she'd experienced was a revelation to her.

There was more joy in the world than she'd known.

And now she was determined to get more of it.

She had the boys drop her off near the doughnut shop. And only when they were out of sight did she continue on her way home.

By the time she got into bed that night, it was almost light.

But Rose was aware of a big difference in the way she felt as she began drifting off to sleep. This was the first night she could remember when she wasn't horny as she fell asleep.

Ever since getting into Jean's pants, Ted had been eager to get together with her again. But every time he tried to talk to her she reminded him of the mess he'd made with his spewing jism the last time they'd been together.

But Ted refused to give up. That is to say, he couldn't give up. He was a slave to the memory of Jean's cunt. He didn't know of any other girls who would let him go as far as she had.

So obsessed was he with the memory of Jean's pink nipples and fuzzy cunt, be continued to pursue her.

After school one day, he saw her cross the street to the public library. That would be a perfect place to confront her, Ted thought.

But by the time he had followed her to the library she had disappeared. She wasn't in the big reading room. And although it would be hard to find her in the stacks, Ted roamed the long rows of shelves with a stiff prick throbbing in his pants.

It seemed that Jean must have come in, then left again. In any case, she didn't seem to be around.

So Ted was stuck with his hard-on in the quiet library.

There was something about being alone in a public place that excited Ted. He'd jerked off a few times in the art gallery, and it had been great. Maybe he could repeat that joy now, he thought.

Then he got another inspiration.

Once a friend showed him a textbook on anatomy. There were photos of naked women. And for some reason, pictures of ordinary women, standing and facing the camera, were more exciting than the models who posed in the skin magazines he looked at sometimes.

This would be almost as good as finding Jean, Ted figured. He went to the card catalogue and looked up anatomy. Then, with the numbers of the books in his head, he went back into the stacks.

The faintly musty odor of all those old books I made Ted even more excited as he began searching for the books he wanted.

And as he followed the numbers, getting closer, his heart began pounding.