Message-ID: <43359asstr$1057979406@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: sequencer.newscene.com!not-for-mail From: anais ninja X-Original-Message-ID: User-Agent: Xnews/5.04.25 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 11 Jul 2003 16:08:10 -0500 Subject: {ASSM} Gander [Part 2] (Fb oral anal rom) Date: Fri, 11 Jul 2003 23:10:06 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: hecate, gill-bates Gander [Part 2] (c) 2003 Anais Ninja anais_ninja@hotmail.com http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/anais_ninja/www/ This story was inspired by "Touched by an Angel", by Tyger and Daphne, which can be found here: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Collections/tyger/stories/angel.txt * * * The sun rose late this far north, especially in the mid-winter. When I woke up, just after seven, there was a rosy twilight and the stars were still visible above the wispy orange clouds. Tommy was still asleep in bed next to me, lying face up, a faint smile on his lips. I watched him for a while, listening to his breathing, shallow and steady. Last night I felt like this was an aberration, a momentary lapse of judgment, a temporary loss of self-control. However, as I saw Tommy's angelic face bathed in the lemon light of dawn, I wanted him all the more, and I reached out to stroked his soft cheek. It wasn't just sexual desire. I wanted to love Tommy and take care of him, to wake him for school every morning with a hug, to tuck him into bed at night with a kiss. But as I caressed his body through the motel sheets, I wanted him as a lover, too, to please him and be pleased by him, to watch him grow up to be a man, to see his beautiful penis reach its full size... His beautiful penis. It was hard beneath the sheets, a morning erection. I knew it could be because his bladder was full, but it also meant he could be having a sexy dream. As I slowly pulled the sheets off of him, I wondered what he was dreaming. Was it about last night, the things we'd done? Or was he dreaming about Nicole, the girl he had a crush on? I pictured Tommy and Nicole together on a couch, furtively fumbling with each other's clothes. I imagined her as a typical twelve-year-old schoolgirl, pigtails and pleats, a rosy, round face and hair the color of mine. She had her hand in his pants, moving back and forth inside his briefs. Tommy had Nicole's blouse unbuttoned, one cup of her training bra pushed up, exposing her tiny brown nipple. His hands were busy under her skirt, slipping inside the waistband of her white cotton panties. As I lowered my lips onto his stiff boycock, I tried to push way the thought of Tommy with someone else. I knew there was no way to have him after we left this room, and I felt heartsick that I might never see him again after this day. Better to make the most of the time we have, I rationalized. Fill these last few hours with pleasure, I thought as I slid down the bed to face his erection. Tommy stirred as I sunk my lips down his shaft, swirling my tongue over the underside. I looked up to see whether I'd woken him, but his eyes were still closed, his breathing still slow and steady. I sucked him in time with his respiration, down when he inhaled, back up when he let out his breath, watching the rise and fall of his chest. I'd just begun to tease his hairless balls with my fingers when he gasped and opened his eyes. "Wha...Auntie? Where...?" His confusion was only momentary, lasting only until his eyes regained their focus and he saw me with his stiff boycock in my mouth. "Good morning, sweetie," I said, releasing his cock from my lips. I kissed the tip and slid his glistening foreskin over his hard shaft with my fingers. "Good...good morning," Tommy said. "Sleep well?" I asked him. Before he had a chance to answer, I took him back in my mouth and resumed sucking his stiff pole. Now that he was awake I could fellate him a bit harder, a little faster. "Oh my," he gasped, closing his eyes again. I held his foreskin taut and began to suck him quickly, fondling his balls with my other hand. Tommy rocked his hips, grabbing the sheets in his hands, his respiration fast and heavy now. I felt his boycock begin to twitch in my mouth, and I swirled my wet tongue over the tip, making him gasp with pleasure as he let go. His while body trembled as he spurted his boycum in my mouth, a single hot jet of semen followed by a thinner stream that dribbled from his glans. I slurped it all up, letting not a single drop of his precious offering escape my lips and tongue. "Thank you," I said as I crawled up the bed to lie next to him. "Why did you thank me?" Tommy asked. I kissed him on the cheek and wrapped my arms around him. "For breakfast," I said. He laughed and turned in my arms to face me, pressing his lips against mine. As our tongues met I wondered if he could taste himself, the bitter tang of his cum. "I've got to go to the loo," he said, breaking off our kiss. "We should get up, get dressed, get some breakfast," I said, caressing his smooth chest before releasing him from my embrace. Tommy got out of bed and headed for the bathroom. On an impulse, I followed him, knocking on the door before opening it. "What are you...?" he asked, poised in front of the toilet, his flaccid penis in hand. "I thought we could shower together," I said, standing behind him and kissing his neck just as he started emptying his bladder. "Saves time." The stream of urine stopped as he began to harden. As I turned on the shower, I had to suppress the urge to laugh. Fortunately, the sound of running water helped him finish his task. He had a grin on his face as he flushed the toilet. "My turn," I said, sitting down on the toilet as I tied my hair back into a ponytail. Tommy was testing the warmth of the shower when he heard me start to urinate, and he couldn't help staring between my legs, trying to visualize the source, to sate his curiosity about female anatomy. He tried not to look too much as he climbed into the shower. I suddenly remembered something from my childhood, a memory I hadn't thought about in ages. I was six, with a boy from my neighborhood, in the backyard of a home that had just been sold, an empty house, awaiting its new owner. It was mid-summer, and we were squatting behind the azaleas, shielded from prying eyes. The boy's name was Josh, and he had his swimsuit down around his ankles as he peed, a lazy yellow arc that splashed off the leaves. And then it was my turn. I even remember saying "My turn" as I hiked up my pretty pink sundress and pulled my cotton briefs down to my knees, facing Josh as I squatted and let go of my bladder. I was wearing flip- flops, and I could feel a fine spray on my ankles as it trickled from my cunny and splashed into the dirt and leaves. We did this four or five more times that year, watching each other piss behind the bushes. It was only the last time that we dared do anything more than that. I let Josh touch my puffy lips in return for touching his penis. It was soft and tiny, and I'd barely brushed it with my fingers when Josh pulled up his shorts and ran out of our hiding place. I wiped myself and joined Tommy in the shower, standing behind him and caressing his soapy chest. As I drew my hand lower, over his belly and between his legs, he pressed his firm cheeks back against my hips, rocking them as I stroked his stiffening penis with my slick fingers. I rubbed my nipples against his soapy back as I jerked his now-hard cock, fondling his scrotum with my slippery fingers. "So good...," he murmured as I manipulated his soapy boycock. He rocked his hips harder, and I spread my legs slightly, pushing back against his firm cheek with my mons. Tommy's cock began to twitch in my fingers, and he let out a groan as he erupted, two juicy blobs of semen mixing with the soap on his penis and dripping to the shower floor. He turned in my arms and looked up, standing on his toes as he kissed me. I held him in my arms as we pressed our lips together, our tongues finding each other as we stood beneath the shower. "Would you mind lathering me?" I asked him after we finished our kiss. "Do my breasts first." I brought Tommy's hands up to my chest and handed him the bar of soap. His smile lit up the room as he began to lather my breasts. Just as I had worked my way down his body, he did so with mine, spreading soap over the gentle swell of my belly and down between my thighs. I parted my legs to give him access to my cleft, and he began to rub the bar of soap over my nether lips, spreading them with his fingers. I brought his hand up to my swollen clitoris, showing him how to tease and rub it. Tommy caught on quickly. He put down the soap and placed his hand on my breast, flicking his soapy fingers over my pebbly nipple as he frigged my needy pussy, swirling his finger over my pearl. As my knees weakened, I had to hold myself up by leaning against the cool tile wall. I'd been hungry for him since I woke up, and my pleasure was quick in coming. "Oh, Tommy...so good...that's so good...keep doing it..." The combination of his hand on my soapy breast and his slippery fingers on my clit was delicious, and my legs almost buckled under me as I found my release, a rippling wave of pleasure that left me weak. Tommy held me by the waist, keeping me from falling on the slick shower floor, and when I opened my eyes again I saw an expression of concern on his face. "Are you alright?" "I'm fine, baby," I said, pulling him into my arms and kissing him. I felt drunk and dizzy and so totally in love. "That was wonderful." "I was frightened for a moment," he said, finally breaking into a smile. "You made me come so hard," I whispered, kissing him again. "Tommy..." We looked in each other's eyes and it was obvious. Despite the danger, despite the taboo, despite the difference in our ages, despite everything that made this a forbidden act, we were falling for each other. I could see it in his eyes, and I knew in my heart that he could see it in mine. "We should finish up and get dressed," I said, breaking the spell. Without another word we scrubbed each other and rinsed off. After we dried each other with those scratchy motel towels, Tommy collected his discarded pajamas and underwear and went back to his room to pack and get dressed. I sat on my bed for a moment, separated from Tommy for the first time since right after dinner the night before. We'd been together for just over twelve hours straight, seven of those asleep. I wanted it to last forever. I started to get dressed. Instead of comfortable satin or cotton undies, I put on the black lace set I usually wore on occasions when I knew that someone would see me undress, like after drinks or a dinner date. Though I'd enjoyed an evening out with Dr. Covington when I was in London for the conference, it had ended all too soon after his pager went off. He paid the check, put me in a cab, and rushed off to the hospital. There wasn't even time for a proper goodnight kiss. Instead of pantyhose, I put on black thigh-high stockings. Perhaps I'd get a moment alone with Tommy before we had to return to the airport. I wanted to be accessible for him, to feel him touch me one more time. As I put on my black knit skirt and red silk blouse, I could hear Tommy in his room, softly humming to himself as he latched his suitcase. I went to the bathroom and put on some makeup before closing my valise and placing it by the door. "Ready?" I asked him, knocking on the door to his room. "All packed," he replied. Instead of the suit he'd had on the day before, Tommy wore a pair of black jeans and a long-sleeved Manchester United football tunic, two sizes too large for his slender frame. "You look so cute," I said, taking him in my arms. Tommy blushed and shuffled his feet, and at that moment I wanted him even more. I gave him a quick kiss and we walked down to the lobby, hand in hand. There was a continental breakfast set up next to the registration desk, a table with rolls and pastries, coffee, tea, milk and juices. As Tommy made a beeline for the food, I noticed the man from the airport at the center of a group of people. I couldn't hear what he was saying, but I could see him shaking his head as he deflected question after question. I walked over to this knot of a dozen or so people; as I got closer I could start to pick individual voices, angry voices. "But when can we leave?" one person asked. "Not until they open," the official said, holding his clipboard over his chest in an almost defensive posture. "That could be early this evening or some time tomorrow." "Philadelphia, too?" someone else asked. "All the way down to Baltimore," the man from the airport replied. "What happened?" I asked a woman on the periphery of the growing crowd. "Big snowstorm," she replied. "Baltimore to Bangor, Buffalo to Boston. Two feet in places and it's still coming down. Every airport in the Northeast is closed." As someone else asked about the possibility of chartering a bus, I left the clot of people and walked over to Tommy. He had a pastry in one hand and a container of milk in the other. I went over to the table and poured a cup of black coffee. "We're stuck here," I said. "Maybe another day." "We are?" Tommy said, nearly dropping his cheese danish. "That's great! I mean..." "It is great," I whispered. "But..." "But what?" "I know I'd like nothing more than to spend the day in bed with you..." "Oh, so do I," Tommy said under his breath. "It wouldn't look right," I said. "Not with people up and about. And the chambermaid..." "Oh," Tommy said, looking disappointed. "What will we do, then?" "Let me think about that," I replied, splitting a croissant and spreading some marmalade on the halves. As I bit into the flaky morsel, my eyes fell on the rack of brochures that stood next to the registration desk. "We could go sightseeing or something." Tommy grabbed a handful of these pamphlets and we sat on a couch in the lobby, looking at all Gander had to offer. While he pored over a brochure from the aviation museum, I looked at a map of the area and sipped my coffee. The eastern-most stretch of the Trans Canadian Highway, connected to the mainland by ferries, ran through town, right past the motel, linking the village and the airport. After breakfast we headed back to our rooms, where Tommy called his aunt and told her about the delay. Then we got our coats and headed back to the lobby. I stopped off at the registration desk, where the man from the airport had left another set of vouchers for room and board. The desk clerk called a cab service for us, and ten minutes later we were on our way to the airport. Thirty minutes after that, we were leaving the airport in a rented Jeep Cherokee, headed for town. "That's odd," Tommy said as we rolled down the Trans Canada Highway headed for the town of Gander. "What's that?" "Driving on the wrong side of the road," he said. "It's the right side here." "I know, but it seems funny," Tommy said, cringing as a tractor-trailer truck flew by us in the opposite lane. "You look cold," I said, reaching to turn up the heater. "I'm alright," he said. Tommy wasn't dressed for this weather, windy and well below freezing, wearing just his football jersey under a dark blue wool jacket. When we reached town I pulled over to the curb and looked at the map again. "Where are we going?" Tommy asked. "Shopping," I said, pulling into traffic and heading for the Gander Mall. Tommy let out a quiet groan. "We'll go to the museum this afternoon. Until then, you need a sweater and a scarf. And maybe a hat." He was about to say something, but he changed his mind and sunk back into his seat, resigned to his fate. Having gone shopping with my sister and her son, I knew that there was nothing a boy Tommy's age hated more than shopping for clothes. But Tommy was barely dressed for a New York winter, let alone Canada in January. "We'll be quick," I said as I parked the Jeep in a near-empty parking lot. "I promise." Tommy smiled as he got opened his door and stepped out. The mall was as empty as the lot. There was a Wal-Mart, a few men's and women's apparel stores, and not much else. I took Tommy's hand and we headed into the discount store. I was true to my word; it didn't take long. By the time we left there, about twenty minutes later, Tommy had a warm cable-knit sweater, a long woolen scarf, and a striped knit cap. He'd refused my offer of mittens, preferring to jam his hands inside his coat pockets to keep them warm, a gesture that made him look a couple of years older, a teenager trying to develop a sense of cool. It was his innocence that attracted me, the way he still saw things as fresh and new, the way the child within him hadn't yet be displaced by a jaded, sullen teenager. He could still be bashful, like the way he smiled and looked down at his feet when the pretty young cashier rang up our purchases, or the way he blushed when he had to accompany me into the women's lingerie section to buy a package of panties in case we had to stay another day or two. We drove around town for a while, pretty much aimlessly, just looking at houses before heading off into the countryside. There wasn't much to see here, just rolling hills, isolated houses, and a thick layer of snow over everything. A couple of hours later we headed back to town, to a restaurant in town for lunch, steak sandwiches and hot fishermen's soup. After we ate we headed down the TCH to the aviation museum. It was quiet there, more staff people present than visitors, and one of the employees, an elderly man with white hair and a weathered face, took the time to escort us through the museum, showing us the half-dozen aircraft they had on open-air display. Tommy was fascinated, utterly taken with these machines of war, climbing under and over and through, smiling as he sat in the cockpit of a fragile-looking training plane. We stayed there for almost two hours, and the man, who'd flown planes like these in the war, patiently answered every one of Tommy's questions. I thanked him when we left, after he gave Tommy a set of gold wings for his jacket. As we headed back to Gander, I saw a sign on the side of the road, marking the location of the War Memorial. I turned off the highway, to the place where 100 white slabs poked up from a quiet blanket of snow, and shut off the Jeep. "Why are we stopping here?" Tommy asked. "No reason," I said. But there was a reason. I wanted Tommy to see this. The sexiness of those warplanes had intoxicated him, and I felt he needed a sobering moment. In the hospital in which I worked I'd seen all too many young men, shot or stabbed, all because they were lured into gangs. They never saw the consequences of their actions, the broken bodies wheeled into the wards on a daily basis. I wanted Tommy to see the consequences, the ones who went up in those planes and never came back, 100 men and boys who paid the ultimate sacrifice. We got out of the car and stood at the edge of the clearing, holding hands as we watched these warriors slumber beneath the snow. It was quiet, no cars, no planes overhead, just the whistling of the wind through the bare branches of the trees. Tommy let go of my hand and walked over to the nearest grave. He knelt at the edge for a minute, looking down at the ground, and then got up, brushing the snow from his knee. Tommy looked back at me for a second, and then he took the gold wings the man at the museum had given him, removing them from his jacket and placing them on the gravestone. Then he turned and walked back to where I was standing. "Are you alright?" he asked, seeing a single tear rolling down my cheek. "Yes," I said, taking him in my arms and kissing his forehead. If I wasn't sure that I was falling in love with this handsome young man before, seeing him place his gold wings on the gravestone made it a certainty. We returned to the car and drove back on to the highway. "Would you mind pulling over?" Tommy asked. "What's wrong?" "I need to...you know," he said, bashfully. I reached for his hand and squeezed it, taking the first road off of the highway I could find. It led to an old cinder block building, its windows boarded and broken, a forgotten structure on the periphery of Gander International Airport. While I waited in the idling Jeep, Tommy got out and disappeared behind a stand of bushes. A couple of minutes later he returned, tugging at the zipper of his pants. "I think I broke it," he said, closing the door behind him. "Let me see," I said, leaning over as Tommy pulled up his shirt. One of the teeth of his zipper had fallen off and the slider had derailed, leaving his jeans open below the button. As I fumbled with the zipper, trying to reconnect the halves, I could feel Tommy's boycock begin to harden inside his briefs. "Can you fix it?" he asked me. "I don't know," I said. "I have some safety pins in my handbag, though." I was about to reach for it when another impulse took hold of me, and instead of fishing through my bag for the pins, I lowered my head into his lap, fishing his hardness out of his shorts and engulfed him with my mouth. I heard him gasp and felt his fingers running through my hair as I sucked him. "Oh...oh my...yes...suck me..." Tommy had never vocalized his pleasure like this before. Hearing him lit a fire within me, and I began to suck him hungrily, greedily, making his stiff morsel glisten with saliva. Right before he came he pushed my head into his lap, not too hard, and lifted his hips, burying his cock in my mouth. I felt him erupt into my throat, a hot blob of semen that pulsed from his glans as he relaxed against the car's seat. After I milked him with my lips, getting the last drops of his precious boycum, I straightened up, putting my arm around Tommy's shoulder and kissing him on the cheek. "I'm sorry about that," he said. "About what?" "Pushing your head and all that," Tommy said, looking down at his lap. "It's okay, baby," I cooed, kissing him on the lips. "It wasn't that hard. But you should try to be gentle." "Gentle," he repeated. I looked in his eyes and then down at his lap. He was still hard, and when I returned my gaze to his, I could see a hunger there, the same look I'd seen on my own eyes when I glanced in the rear-view mirror. "You want me," I said. "Yes." "Tell me. Tell me how much you want me." "Karen," Tommy said, breathless. He turned in his seat and held me, laying his head on my breasts. "I want you more than anything." "Tommy..." He looked up and I pressed my lips to his, parting them with my tongue, seeking his own. We shared our most passionate kiss ever, our lips locked, tongues dancing like dolphins in the sea, our hands roaming everywhere. "Let's get in back," I said after we broke off our kiss. Tommy smiled to himself as he scrambled over the front seat back on to the split rear seat. I stepped out of the driver's side and looked around. We were hidden from the highway and the airport by trees. There was always a chance that someone would stumble across us, either a policeman or perhaps someone who needed to relieve himself, as Tommy had done. But I didn't care, in fact the risk made my desire him even more. Tommy had unlatched the rear seat back and folded it. As I shut the front door and climbed into the carpeted cargo compartment, he shrugged off his coat and sweater, bunching them into a pillow and placing them by the tailgate. I took off my coat, not an easy task while sitting down, so we'd have a blanket over us. "Touch me, Tommy," I murmured, unbuttoning my blouse as we laid together under my coat, facing each other. He reached out for my breast, caressing it through black lace. I reached into my blouse and shrugged the strap off of my shoulder and peeled down the cup of my bra, exposing my crinkly nipple to his curious fingers. Then he leaned forward and pressed his lips to my breast, kissing it, licking my pebbly areola, suckling my stiff nipple. I gasped and pressed his head to my bosom, perhaps a bit too hard. "Sorry," I said. "No, it's alright," Tommy replied. "You liked that?" "Yes, oh yes," I whispered. He smiled and went back to suckling me, and I felt one of his hands on my hip roaming down my thigh, under the hem of my skirt. I reached down and hiked it up for him, lifting my hips from the floor of the Jeep so I could pull my skirt up to my waist. His fingers stopped when he reached the top of my stocking and then they danced over my thigh, lightly grazing my bare skin before brushing against the crotch of my black lace panties. I felt my hunger for him growing in my belly, and my hips began to move of their own accord, pressing against Tommy's hand. Tommy slipped his fingers under the waistband of my panties, running them through my pubic hair before moving down to my cleft. He fumbled with my labia before finding the entrance to my wet slit. Tommy needed no coaching now; he knew exactly what to do. He probed my passage with his fingertip, just long enough to moisten it before bringing it up to my clitoris, now swollen with desire for his touch. When Tommy's finger brushed against my pearl, I felt like I was free- falling, like the world was dropping away below me. As he swirled his finger around my button and suckled my crinkly nipple, I felt a rush of pleasure and desire surge through me, like nothing I'd ever felt before. Maybe it was the danger of our situation, perhaps it was the feelings I had for this beautiful boy. No one had ever made me feel like this. No one. As Tommy fingered my sex, I reached down for his stiff boycock, now pressing against my stockinged thigh. Tommy released my nipple from his lips and gasped as I slid his foreskin back and forth over his hard shaft. I wanted his beautiful cock so much, I wanted to feel his flesh inside me. He was about to suckle my nipple again when I stopped him. "I want you in me," I whispered. "Do you want to fuck me, Tommy?" "Yes," he said under his breath. "Oh, yes." As I rolled on my back and skinned my panties off, Tommy pulled down his pants and briefs, climbing between my legs and laying on top of me. I pulled my coat back over us, even though it wasn't really necessary; we'd already fogged up the windows of the Cherokee so no one could see inside. I pressed my lips against Tommy's, reached down, and guided his hardness inside me. We had to be quick, and when Tommy began to thrust, short, quick strokes, I made no effort to slow him down. I wrapped my arms around him and held his body to my breasts as his hips rocked back and forth, pumping my hungry sex with his stiff boycock. I spread my thighs as wide as I could with my skirt bunched up around my hips, hoping to feel him deeper. Tommy started pounding me hard, his hips bouncing off of my thighs with each thrust, his slack balls hitting the bottoms of my ass cheeks. Then Tommy did something he must have seen in the movies we watched. He placed his hands behind my knees and lifted my legs over his shoulders, thrusting as deep as he could. He started banging me even harder, faster, his fingers digging into my thighs as he pounded my cleft. My feet touched the roof of the Jeep and I had to push back against the tailgate to keep from hitting my head. I could feel the car begin to rock on its suspension, and this added to that weightless feeling of pleasure. I'd been close to my release when he was fingering me, and now his hard boy flesh was about to fulfill me, to bring me to my climax. "Tommy...yes...yes...oh! Oh! Oh, God! Ungh!" I felt myself flush after that rather unladylike grunt, but I had already lost control of myself. I was aware of only one thing, Tommy's cock, pistoning in and out of my passage. His hips moved so fast I could hardly keep up, and by this point I was trembling beneath him, letting him pump my hungry hole as I came. He let go of my legs, letting them fall his side, laying on top of me once again. I wrapped my arms around him and rocked beneath him, clenching myself around his shaft, making myself tighter for him. We kissed and his hips began to stutter, a hitch in their rhythm, and I felt that telltale twitch inside me as his penis began to spasm. "Come for me, baby," I cooed. "Come for me..." "Oh, Karen," he gasped. "Oh..." I cupped his firm young buns and felt them tense and release as he spurted his semen inside me. As he erupted, his shaft twitched again and his glans rubbed against my g- spot, sending a delightful shiver through my body. We kissed again, my hands roaming under his jersey, caressing his smooth skin. There was a spot between his shoulder blades that made him shiver, too, and Tommy broke off our kiss with a boyish giggle. "Ticklish?" I asked him. "Are you?" "You'll find out later," I said. "We should get dressed before..." As if to punctuate my words, we heard the sound of tires on gravel. Another car must have taken the turn-off. We looked at each other for a split-second and then there was a mad scramble to straighten our clothes. I left my coat in the back and pushed my skirt back down around my thighs, tumbling over the front seats and sliding behind the wheel. Tommy was next, pulling up his briefs and jeans and pulling the rear seat back up, leaving his jacket and sweater in the cargo area. "Who is it?" he asked as I wiped clear a bit of the mist that coated the windows and looked out. I'd expected to see a police cruiser or an airport vehicle, but instead there was a Ford Explorer parked next to the chain-link fence, about fifty feet away. "I don't know," I said, watching as a man stepped out of the passenger side and looked around. He looked at our Jeep for a moment and then disappeared into the trees, coming out a minute later and getting back behind the wheel. A moment later he drove off, back to the highway. "He must've had to go," Tommy said, climbing into the front seat. "That was close." "What would happen if...?" "I don't want to think about that," I said. "You'd get in a lot of trouble, wouldn't you?" "Yes." "And me?" "Yes. No. Maybe." I turned the key in the ignition and started the Jeep, flipping the heater on its defrost setting. As the car idled the windows began to clear, and I felt my conscience begin to weigh on me. This was wrong, this was all wrong. What was I doing? "So you're risking everything to be with me?" Tommy asked, reaching for my hand. "Yes." I looked at him, seeing his blue eyes sparkle. I wanted to tell him how much I loved him, but I was afraid, afraid of hurting him, of hurting myself. Our time together would soon come to an end, and I knew that I'd carry him in my heart for the rest of my life. But Tommy had no such fears. "I love you, Karen," he said. "Oh, baby," I whispered, turning to embrace him, "I love you, too." It was a quick embrace, though I wanted it to last forever. The windows had cleared, and I put the Jeep in gear, turning back on to the highway, heading back to the motel. We parked in the lot, and Tommy scrambled into the back seat, gathering our discarded clothes before we went inside, back to our rooms. I took off my blouse and skirt, wrapping my kimono around me before knocking on his door. "Tommy, we should talk about this," I said, after he opened the door that connected our rooms. He had his jeans off, wearing just his football jersey and his briefs. We sat down on the bed together and I pulled his jeans into my lap, fiddling with the broken zipper as I spoke. "It's going to hurt. We'll never be together after this, and it kills me, it breaks my heart. And I don't want you to be hurt, too. It's too much for a boy your age..." "But...but I love you," Tommy said. He put his arm around me and leaned his head on my shoulder, and I could feel him start to sob. "And I love you," I whispered. "But by this time tomorrow we'll be apart, and we'll never be together like this again." "But we'll have tonight," he said, looking up at me with his glistening blue eyes. "We'll have tonight." "That's good enough," Tommy said, touching his lips to mine. As we kissed, I knew that Tommy would take this better than I would. His heart was young, resilient, free, and I couldn't hurt him if I tried. The memory he'd carry of our time together would be a good one, even if it was tinged with the bittersweet taste of loss. As his soft, wet tongue met mine, I felt a surge of desire, a need to make his memories even better. "Let's take a shower before we go to dinner," I said, breaking off our kiss. Tommy smiled, and I felt that gnawing hunger within me return. Standing up from the bed, I led him by the hand into my room, into the bathroom. As he fiddled with the faucets and shower head, I opened my kimono and stripped off my panties, wetting a washcloth with warm water from the sink. I sat down on the toilet seat and pressed the cloth against my cleft, sighing as the warmth spread through my body. "Would you hand me the shaving gel and my razor?" I asked Tommy. He brought them to me and I sprayed the gel on my pussy, all over my pubes and down both sides of my labia, all the way to my ass, working it in with my fingers until it lathered into a thick foam. Tommy watched, fascinated, as I shaved my sex, all of my bush, even the fine hairs around my bottom, until I was completely hairless. After I wiped away the last remnants of the shaving gel, Tommy leaned in to take a closer look at my sex. "Like what you see?" I parted my lips with my fingers, exposing my most intimate parts for him to see. "Oh, yes," Tommy said. "Can I...?" He extended his hand, tentatively. "Go ahead," I said. "Play with my pussy, Tommy." He smiled as he probed my depths, watching intently as his finger disappeared inside me, sliding on a carpet of my juices and his sperm. Tommy had taken a good look at the way I was made the night before, but now that I'd shaved my sex, he saw it anew. I shuddered as his fingertip swirled over my button, and he became fascinated with the effect his touch had on me, the way I rocked my hips when he penetrated me with his fingers, my heat, my moisture. I shrugged my kimono off of my shoulders and unhooked my bra, pulling the lacy black cups off of my breasts. As Tommy fingered my slit and clit, I squeezed my breasts, flicking my fingertips over my stiff nipples. "Tommy?" I said. He looked up at me. "Would you lick me? Please?" He smiled and nodded. Tommy looked down at my pussy and then back up to my face, seeing the hunger and desire that smoldered in my eyes. Then he leaned in and extended his tongue, swirling it over my pearly clit, making me moan and writhe on top of the toilet seat. He had two fingers in me now, sawing them in and out as he sucked and licked my swollen button. The act of shaving had really turned me on; I'd never done anything like that. Doing it while Tommy watched was even better. And now the combination of his fingers in my hungry slit and his tongue ravishing my swollen clit was driving me wild, making me quiver and cry out in pleasure, and I had to wedge myself against the corner of the small motel bathroom to keep from falling off of the toilet seat. I was insatiable. Tommy made me come over and over, making me tremble, making me shake, making me weak, making me finally sit up and push him away from my sex. He smiled, his face glistening with my juices, proud of himself for making me come so hard. I slipped off of the toilet and fell to my knees in front of him, still so weak from my climax that I almost fell over. Tommy put his arms out and steadied me, holding my arms as we kissed. "God, that was so good," I whispered, my voice scratchy from crying out. "You liked that, didn't you," Tommy said. "I loved it," I said, wrapping my arms around him and squeezing him. I pressed my wet sex against the bulge in his briefs, rubbing it, teasing my beautiful boy. "Let's take care of this in the shower," I said, stroking his hardness through his underwear. We stood up and I pulled his jersey over his head as he pushed his briefs down to his ankles. His erection bobbed as he stepped into the shower. I tied my hair back and followed him, reaching for the soap. "Hands up, Tommy," I said. He raised his arms and I began to soap him all over, lathering his beautiful body, his smooth chest, his flat belly, his long legs, his firm young buns, his hairless balls, his stiff boycock. I guided him into the stream of hot water, rinsing off the front of his body, and then I knelt on the floor of the tub and took his penis in my mouth. As I ravished his hard young tool, Tommy laid his hands on my shoulders, his hips gently rocking back and forth. I cupped his soapy buns in my hands, encouraging him to fuck my face, to use my mouth for his pleasure. I heard him gasp as I swirled my tongue over his pistoning shaft, and he drew another sharp breath as I began to probe his bottom with a soapy finger. "Ooh!" he cried, flinching when he felt my finger pierce his hole, nearly choking me with his hard flesh. "Sorry," I said, releasing him from my mouth. "You didn't like that." "It felt weird," he said. "My husband liked it," I said, suddenly feeling ashamed for revealing such an intimate secret. But it was true; he loved it when I'd give him a "prostate exam" with a greased latex fingercot. He'd fill my mouth when he came, something I didn't really care for at first, but eventually I got used to the near-torrent of seminal fluid that spurted from his penis whenever I rubbed his prostate. "He did?" "Nevermind," I said. "Relax, and I'll just suck you." "No, wait," he said. "I want to try it." "Are you sure?" "Yes," Tommy declared, "I'm sure". He leaned against the tile wall and spread his legs as I took his penis back in my mouth. I rolled the bar of soap in my hands, getting them nice and slick, and then began to fondle his balls with one hand as I probed his ass with the other. I pressed my soapy fingertip into Tommy's bottom, feeling it resist at first and then relax, letting my index finger slip inside. With my other hand I pulled his foreskin taut and began to ravish his boycock with my tongue, making his hardness dance and twitch in my mouth like a live animal. I'd only wormed half of my finger inside his bottom when he suddenly came, erupting in my mouth, a hot geyser of semen, the most he'd ever spurted. Tommy's knees buckled, and he sank to the side of the tub, flushed and out of breath, his cock still dribbling a thin, clear fluid. "Now you see why he liked that," I said, leaning forward and kissing him on the lips. "Oh, my," Tommy gasped. "That was...that was...wow..." I helped him to his feet and washed him again, and he could only watch as I lathered myself and rinsed my body. Tommy just stood there as I dried him off, a goofy smile on his face, a contentment in his heavily lidded eyes. "Why don't you take a nap," I said, wrapping the towel around his waist. "Then we'll have a nice dinner out." Tommy nodded and I led him by the hand to his room, tucking him into his bed and turning out the lights. Back in my room, I raided the freshly restocked mini-bar, pouring myself a scotch and diluting it with chilled spring water. I stood at the window, watching the sun set as I sipped my drink, lost in the forest of my thoughts and feelings. It was good that we'd soon be apart, I thought. A clean break, a tidy end, the one relationship in my life that didn't end in recriminations and broken promises. I wondered what Tommy would take from this, what lessons he'd learned during our time together. Not the sexual things, but the emotional ones. Would he know how fragile a heart could be? Or how strong? Would he try to repeat this experience with another woman? Would this sexualize his feelings for Nicole? While I was certain he'd had a vague notion of love and sex before we met, now he knew more than a twelve-year-old boy should. If he did summon the courage to approach her, where would it go? Certainly he wouldn't settle for holding hands or a quick kiss on the lips. Once again, I pictured them together, lying on a bed, fumbling with each other's clothes, Tommy's pants pushed down around his legs, Nicole's skirt hiked up around her waist, his hand busy inside her pink cotton panties, her fingers exploring his hard boycock. I imagined her a willing partner, as curious as he was, but would it really turn out this way? I began to worry that Tommy might make her do some of the things we'd done. She was too young for this. Apart from those times with Josh behind the azalea bushes, watching each other pee, I'd had my first sexual experiences when I was her age, Tommy's age, twelve going on thirteen, kissing and petting with my boyfriend Jeff in my bedroom. We were supposed to be working on a social studies project, but instead I let him take my shorts off and touch me through my panties. It wasn't my fondest memory. Not that it wasn't pleasurable, though I didn't really come until I was alone in bed that night, but what I really remember from that afternoon was feeling embarrassed over my cartoon character sheets and pillowcases. He took my virginity a year later, in his room instead of mine, on his comic book character sheets, Spiderman instead of Winnie the Pooh. It hurt when he broke my hymen, really hurt, and though there wasn't much blood, Jeff got a little freaked out. His room was filled with plastic models, fighter jets and rocketships, long, spiky, pointed shapes that seemed to embody my pain. Neither of us came that day, and we didn't see each other for another week. It was better for both of us when we did it a second time, but I had to talk him into it. Jeff dumped me not long afterwards, even though we'd been going out for over a year before actually having sex. It hurt much more than losing my virginity, a dull heartache that aspirin couldn't reach, compounded by the humiliating feeling of having been used. As I finished my drink, I decided to talk about this with Tommy, to try and keep Nicole from the pain I'd felt. If I could get this through to him, I could send him off with something like a clear conscience. Not that I wouldn't carry some guilt over shamelessly corrupting a minor, but at least I'd be able to sleep at night. I walked into Tommy's room, quietly making my way over to his bed. He was still asleep, the madder rose of twilight bathing his angelic face. I leaned over and kissed his smooth forehead, unsullied by lines of worry or care. Tommy opened his eyes and smiled, sitting up and hugging me. "I had a dream about you," Tommy said. "You did? Tell me..." "It was sunny, a sunny place," he said. "A beach. The water was so blue..." He paused, trying to retrieve the scraps of his dream before they were gone forever. "We didn't have to wear our bathing kit but you were worried about the sun. You had this lotion..." "Go on," I said, slipping my hand under the sheets, under the waistband of his briefs, taking hold of his hardness. "You put it on me, all over me," Tommy said, closing his eyes as I slid his foreskin up and down his shaft. "It felt so good." "And then...?" "Then it was your turn for the lotion," he said, sighing as he felt my fingers dancing over his hardness. "I put it on your breasts and your bum..." I pulled the sheets aside and tugged at his briefs. Tommy lifted his bottom off of the bed and I pulled them down his thighs. His stiff boycock sprung free from the waistband, and I wasted no time in pouncing on it, taking him into my mouth and sucking him greedily. I held his foreskin tight with my hand as I swirled my tongue over his pole, my head bobbing above his thighs. Suddenly his cock twitched in my mouth, and I felt him spurt a single blob of semen right on my tongue. I sat up, still holding his cock, and let it slide down the back of my throat like a raw oyster. "That was a wonderful dream, Tommy," I said, leaning forward and kissing his forehead. "Getting hungry?" I reached for the lamp next to the bed and turned it on. "Yes, I am," Tommy replied, shielding his eyes from the light until they adjusted to the brightness. "Put on something nice," I said, kissing him on the lips. "I'm going to take you out to a better restaurant than the one here." Tommy smiled and climbed out of bed as I returned to my room to get dressed. I'd hung up the one dressy dress I'd brought that morning, after we found out about the additional delay, so it wouldn't get wrinkled in my bag. It was the little black dress I'd worn to the closing night cocktail party. While I touched up my makeup, I listened to the news on the television. It was still snowing on the East Coast, but the airports south of Philadelphia and west of Albany had started to dig themselves out, plowing runways and taxiways and resuming operations. Tommy knocked on my door as I was putting on my pearls, and he helped me clasp the necklace and pull up the zipper of my dress. He'd donned a dark blue blazer with a crest on the pocket, grey flannel trousers, sharply creased down the front, a starched white shirt, and his blue- and-red-striped school tie. "You look so handsome," I said, turning around and kissing him. I combed his unruly sandy hair into place with my fingers, brushing it away from his lovely face. "Thank you," Tommy said. "You look beautiful, Karen." "Thanks, sweetie," I said, kissing his cheek. I licked my thumb and rubbed away the lipstick mark. "Ready to go?" "Yes, ma'am," he said, helping me into my coat like a perfect gentleman. He put on his jacket and took my arm as we left the room, heading down to the parking lot. The desk clerk had recommended Sinbad's, a restaurant located in another hotel in town, so that was where we drove as twilight faded to darkness. It was a nicer restaurant than I thought it would be. I'll admit that living in Manhattan had made me jaded, expecting avant garde cuisine and indifferent service wherever I traveled. I was pleasantly surprised by this place. Tommy and I shared a smoked salmon entree, made from fish caught and processed not far from Gander according to the waitress, and she brought us a bottle of strawberry wine, grown and bottled at a local vineyard. For the main course Tommy had a juicy tenderloin steak and sea scallops, while I had a creamy Coquille St. Jacques, and we shared an order of cherry pie and ice cream with our after-dinner tea. We drove back to our motel after dinner. I parked the Jeep and turned off the ignition, and as Tommy went to open his door I stopped him, holding his arm. "Wait. I need to talk to you." "Pardon?" "Before we go back to the room, I want to ask you something." Tommy sat back in his seat and I turned to face him. "How old is Nicole?" I asked. "My age," Tommy replied. "Twelve." "She's not old enough to do the things we've done together," I said. "Maybe in a year or two, but not now. Do you understand?" I reached for his hands and held them. "I do," he said. "But I haven't even asked her if she..." "You will." "I don't know how to..." "I'll help you," I said. "You'd do that? But..." "But what?" "I don't know...I mean...aren't you a bit...oh, hell." Even in the dim light of the parking lot I could see Tommy blush when he realized he'd cursed. "I'm sorry," he said, looking down at his shoes. "Am I jealous of her?" I said. Tommy nodded. "A little. She's young. She's pretty, right?" Tommy nodded again. "You really like her, don't you?" "Yes." "Then that's all I care about. I want you to be happy, Tommy. And I want you to grow up to be a kind, considerate, loving person. A gentleman. You understand, right?" "I do," Tommy said, leaning closer for a kiss. It was a quick one because, as dim as the parking lot was, there were cars pulling in and out, illuminating us with their headlights. "Want to go upstairs and have some fun?" I whispered. "Oh, yes," he said, smiling and kissing me on the cheek. We left the Jeep and headed back to my room. As soon as I'd closed and latched the door behind us, Tommy was taking off his clothes and climbing into bed. He watched as I took off my dress and slip and got drinks from the mini- bar, a beer for him, white wine for myself. "Could we watch some more of those naughty movies?" he asked. "Of course," I said. "Whatever you'd like." I fetched my credit card from my purse and ordered an evening's worth of adult movies from the pay-per-view, settling into bed next to Tommy when I was done. As he watched a woman in pigtails and white panties suck a man's penis, I reached under the blanket and stroked his stiffening cock. Another man entered the scene, pulling down the woman's undies and licking her shaved snatch before mounting her. As I stroked Tommy's cock, he reached behind me and unclasped my bra, cupping my breasts as he watched the woman on the television being skewered by two veiny pricks. Tommy leaned over and began to suckle my nipples, keeping one eye on the television. I jerked his stiff penis with one hand while I ran the fingers of my other hand through his sandy hair. "Let me suck you," I whispered in his ear. Tommy released my nipple from his mouth and leaned back against the pillows as I planted a trail of kisses down his chest and tummy, leading towards his beautiful boycock. He sighed as I took his meat in my mouth, licking and sucking his delicious morsel. As Tommy watched the movie, I took his hairless scrotum in my mouth and suckled his tiny balls, sliding his foreskin up and down over his hard shaft. I probed between his cheeks with my fingers, and he spread his thighs a bit wider to give me access to his puckered sphincter. I took his cock back in my mouth and pressed a moistened fingertip into his bottom, making him gasp as I penetrated his tight hole. Pulling his foreskin taut with my other hand, I bathed his lovely wand with my tongue, feeling him twitch between my lips. "I'm going to come," Tommy gasped. I swirled my tongue around the tip of his cock and released him from my mouth, gently stroking his hard shaft. "Do it, Tommy," I urged him. "Come for me." I wiggled my finger inside his bottom, worming deeper inside his hole. He let out a little cry of joy and began to shudder as his cock started spurting his hot cream. The first shot landed on my lips and chin, and then I took him back in my mouth, sucking the semen that followed, milking his spasming penis with my lips. "Do you like it?" Tommy asked me after I sucked him dry and licked my lips. "Like what?" I said, reaching for a tissue to wipe his cream from my chin. "The taste," he said. "It took some time to get used to it," I replied, laying next to him. "Yours is yummy, though." I kissed him on the lips, parting them with my tongue, knowing he could taste his essence, the flavor that lingered on my lips. I stroked his smooth skin, caressing his chest and stomach, gently rubbing his soft cock and smooth balls. "I've tasted it before," Tommy said, breaking off our kiss. "Yours?" "Yes," he admitted. "Curious?" When it came to curiosity, I knew that cats had nothing on young boys. "Martin dared me." "Who's Martin?" "My mate, from school," Tommy said. "His father had some magazines, and we'd wank together." "Did you touch each other?" "Um, once," he said, blushing. "It's okay, Tommy," I reassured him. "Lots of boys do this." "Really?" "All the time," I said. "It's okay to experiment. It's all part of growing up." "Have you ever...I mean, with another girl?" "Yes," I said. "When I was your age, my best friend and I used to kiss and pet each other. We called it 'practice', for when we started dating boys." "You did?" Tommy said. I felt his cock begin to harden in my hand as he pictured two girls his age kissing. "For almost a year, until we had boyfriends," I said. "We had a rule, 'no bare skin'. We'd keep our bras and panties on when we touched each other. Do you know what a 'rationalization' is, Tommy?" "That's a...when you..." "It's when you think of a good reason for doing something that might be bad." "Oh," he said. "Leslie and I were more than just friends, and calling what we did 'practice' was a rationalization, a way of avoiding the truth, that we really lusted after each other, that we could have fallen in love." "I understand." "The reason I'm bringing this up is because I've rationalized what we've done together, telling myself that I'm teaching you to be a good lover, a gentleman." "That's not the truth?" Tommy said. "Not the whole truth," I replied. "I think you'll be all these things, even if we'd never met. But..." "But what?" Tommy looked up at me with his brilliant blue eyes. "The truth is that I'm mad about you. I love you. I love your eyes, I love your smile, I love sucking your beautiful cock, I love the way you fuck me, I love the way you gasp when you come..." "Karen," he said, his eyes glistening. "I love you, too." "Baby," I cooed, holding him close, nearly crushing him against my breasts. "I want to take you home, to have you forever, to kiss you every night and every morning, to please you, to make you happy." "I want to make you happy," Tommy whispered, his voice choked with emotion. I loosened my hold on his firm young body and we kissed, our hands roaming over each other's skin, stroking, fondling, cupping and kneading. He slipped his hand into my panties, his fingers grazing my freshly shorn sex, finding my cleft, my pearl, throbbing in anticipation of his touch. The movie, all but forgotten for the moment, became a soundtrack for our lovemaking, the cries of the actress masking my own moans of pleasure. "You do make me happy, baby," I cooed. "You do..." Tommy's moist fingertip swirled around my clit, making me squirm with delight. I reached for his hard boycock and stroked it as he pleasured me, a feeling of pure joy growing within my body, a spreading warmth, a tingle centered between my legs, growing to encompass my being, my self. I was so absorbed in these sensations that I found myself squeezing Tommy's penis, and though he didn't seem to mind that, I relaxed my grip on his hardness, rubbing him with my open palm. Tommy's fingers moved faster now, manipulating my sex with a skill that went beyond his years. I rocked my hips, riding his hand towards my release, the pleasure of his swirling fingertip compounded by the feelings I had for this beautiful young man. I pictured him growing up, at fourteen, sixteen, eighteen, his blond hair long and flowing, his chest and shoulders broad and firm, his boycock grown into a man-sized tool, touching me in places I'd never been touched before. As I imagined him spearing me with his hardness, filling me with his flesh, I found my release, trembling in his embrace, my thighs clamping together and trapping his hand between my legs as I came. Tommy kept rubbing my clit until I had to stop him, pulling his hand from my panties. I brought his wet fingers to my lips and licked them, making him smile and giggle. "Thank you, baby," I whispered, kissing him on the lips. "Was that alright then?" "That was wonderful," I said, reaching for his hardness once again and gently stroking it. "I want to feel your lovely cock inside me. Do you want to fuck me, baby?" "Oh, yes," he replied, leaning forward to kiss my breasts. "Take me from behind," I said. "We can watch the movie while we do it." I sat up and positioned myself on my elbows and knees, facing the television, my ass in the air. Tommy knelt behind me, slowly pulling my panties off of my bottom, leaving them down around my thighs. I spread my legs as far as I could, and I felt the tip of his penis pressing against my cleft, seeking entrance to my passage. He pushed his cock inside me, filling me, his young tool sliding deep inside me. Tommy's penis felt longer, thicker than before; it must have been this position and the way my panties held my thighs together. There was a different woman on the television, a buxom brunette instead of the girl with the pigtails. She was sucking her lover, a well-built and tattooed blond man, ravishing the head of his cock as her hand glided over his shaft, her eyes focused on his as she gobbled his tool. Tommy must have been enjoying this movie, as I heard his breathing quicken, his thrusts get faster, his hips banging against my bottom as he slid his penis in and out of my hungry sex. My breasts swayed with every stroke, nipples rubbing against the duvet, making them stiffen and crinkle. The brunette released the man's glistening rod from her mouth and turned to kneel on the couch, presenting her pretty bottom to him, reaching back to guide his tool into her neatly trimmed snatch. The man began to fuck her with long, slow strokes, and I felt Tommy slow down, matching his rhythm, as if we were part of the movie. When the blond man began to probe her anus with his thumb, Tommy followed suit, pressing his finger against my bottom as he slowly pumped my pussy. "Ow, stop," I protested. "Sorry," he said, removing his finger. "It's okay," I said. "We need some lubricant." Tommy pulled out of me and reached for the bottle of moisturizer from the bedside table, leaving me feeling suddenly empty, my ass hanging in the breeze. He squirted some lotion on his thumb and slipped his stiff boycock back inside my cleft, pressing his slick finger into my bottom as he resumed his long, slow thrusts. "How does that feel?" Tommy asked me. "Heavenly," I replied, pushing my bottom back against his hips with each stroke. As he slowly pumped my tender passages, I had a deliciously nasty thought: what would it feel like to be taken by two boys at once? Or more? I pictured myself being ravished by a group of boys Tommy's age, three of them at first, their hard boycocks filling me, sawing in and out of my mouth, pussy, and ass, spurring me on to the heights of pleasure as they spurted their hot, creamy boycum inside me. I imagined a larger group of boys, five, ten, twenty, stroking their stiff poles as they waited their turn to mount me, their hands all over me, caressing, squeezing, pinching. The more I fantasized about this, the more my pleasure grew, a hot kernel of lust that gnawed at my loins, spreading through my body with each thrust of Tommy's wonderful penis. I shut my eyes and saw myself swimming in a sea of boyflesh, hard cocks, soft skin, smooth faces, wet lips, kissing and licking and thrusting and making me come and come and come... "Oh, God...fuck me...fuck me hard...yes...yes...oh!" As Tommy began to pound my hungry sex, pulling his finger from my bottom so he could hold me by the hips, I reached a blinding, convulsive climax that weakened my limbs and made me shudder beneath my young lover. I fell forward on the bed but Tommy managed to stay inside me, clinging to my back as he pumped my pulsing passage. I could hear his soft moans mix with my stifled cries, joining me in a duet of delight, punctuated by a groan as he found his own release, his spasming boycock erupting inside me as he came. Tommy's thrusts slowed and finally ceased, his cock buried inside me, still hard, twitching now and again. It wasn't necessary for me to tell him to stay inside me; he knew my desires well now, and we stayed connected as he relaxed on top of me, planting gentle kisses on my shoulder and neck. I reached for his hand and slipped my fingers between his, bringing them to my lips, kissing them, playfully sucking his index finger. "Karen," Tommy whispered, "that was..." "I know, baby. I know." I'd just had the best sex of my life, and it was with a twelve-year-old boy. I wondered what my life would be like from this moment on. How could I ever go back to dating men my age? So self-absorbed they were, so intent on chalking up another "conquest", another notch on the bedpost. Just as I pictured Tommy trying to reenact this experience, I knew that I'd attempt this as well, seeking out younger and younger lovers, obsessed with youth like that character from "Death in Venice". I felt a pang of guilt and shame that went beyond the usual post-coital tristesse. "Are you alright?" Tommy asked me. So perceptive for a boy his age. "I wish this night would never end," I said. "Maybe we could see each other again," he said. "I hope so, too." I began to think of excuses for taking more time off from the hospital, something I could tell Tommy's aunt, a reason for us to be together while he was in New York. Perhaps a trip to a museum or the theater, or lunch or dinner, followed by an all-too-brief tryst in my apartment afterwards. The parade of adult movies continued on the motel's television set, the next one being a repeat of one we'd seen the night before, with the redheaded secretary and the three executives in the conference room. Apparently, Tommy didn't mind seeing this one again, even though the gooey end had sort of disgusted him. As he rested his head on my shoulder, watching the three men ravish the redhead's tender passages, his hips began to move, sliding the head of his cock in and out of my sex. I squeezed his hand, letting him know how much I enjoyed the feeling of his hardness inside me. Tommy was insatiable as I was, and I just couldn't get enough of his stiff boyflesh in my cleft. "Can you reach the pillows, Tommy?" I asked him. I was laying flat on my belly, and in this position only the tip of his boycock and a bit of his shaft was inside me. I wanted more, much more. He managed to pull the pillows closer with his foot so he could grab them without pulling out of me. I slipped them underneath my hips, pushing my bottom up so Tommy could penetrate deeper. "Mmmm...good...," he sighed, sliding his delicious boycock into my hungry pussy, slowly rocking his hips as we watched the dirty movie. The redhead was nearly naked now, laying across the conference table, a cock in her mouth and one in her cleft while the third man kneaded her breasts and pinched her nipples. Tommy began to emulate the actor whose cock was buried in the redhead's cunt, moving his hips in a circular motion, up and down, side to side, stirring my wet honeypot with his stiff boycock. "God, that feels good, baby," I cooed. Tommy responded by planting a big wet kiss on my neck as he covered my body with his, cupping my breasts and pinching my nipples as he fucked me. When he switched to a back-and-forth motion, steadily pumping my hungry hole, I felt my pleasure rise once again with each thrust of his hardness in my needy sex. Tommy began to pound me harder, squeezing my tits, his fingers clamping my stiff nipples, making me moan and writhe beneath him as I neared my release. "Tommy...oh, Tommy...my baby...ah...ah...fuck me, Tommy..." I felt shameless now, cursing like a prostitute, letting this young boy have his way with me, using my body for his wanton pleasure. The thought of being this boy's sexual plaything sent me over the edge, and I began to come beneath his pumping body, a climax as intense as the last one, bringing tears to my eyes and a low, guttural moan from deep within my belly. As my passage spasmed around Tommy's shaft, he kept thrusting, maintaining his hard, steady pace. I tried to tighten my muscles around his stiff prick, urging him to spill his seed inside me, but he didn't seem to be getting close to his climax. I could feel none of the telltale twitches that had preceded his orgasms. A minute or two later, he began to slow down. "Karen?" he whispered in my ear. "Yes, Tommy?" "Could I...well...I'd like to..." "Tell me." "I'd like to put it in your bum again," he said. "Is that okay?" I opened my eyes and looked up at the television. The redhead on the conference table was being taken by all three men at once, and the camera lingered on a close-up shot of a thick and veiny cock sliding in and out of her ass. This must have been what inspired Tommy to ask for anal sex. "Yes, it's okay," I said. "Are you sure?" "I'm sure, Tommy." It was true: I wanted to feel his lovely boycock in my ass. I wanted to let him use my body as his playground, to possess me completely, to do whatever he wanted in order to find his pleasure inside me, within me. Tommy pulled out of my soaking pussy, leaving me with that empty feeling for a moment. Then I felt him pressing the tip of his penis into my ass. My bottom was still slick with the lotion he'd applied, and his cock was slippery with my juices and his semen, easing his entrance into my tight passage. He pressed forward slowly, steadily, pushing his hardness inside me until he was buried to the hilt, his hairless balls resting against my wet labia. Tommy laid motionless for a moment, pulling my hair away from my face and kissing me tenderly on the cheek and neck. "You like my ass, don't you, baby?" "Oh, Karen," he whispered. "It's the best feeling in the world. Do you like it, too?" "I do, honey. I do." Though it had been a painful experience with my ex-husband, Tommy's slender penis fit perfectly. "Go slow, baby." Tommy clung to my back as he began to thrust, slowly pulling his cock out until just the tip remained inside me before sliding back in my bottom. It felt indescribably delicious, and the nastiness, the wickedness of letting this beautiful young boy sodomize me added to my pleasure. I wondered if I'd be able to come this way, but before I had a chance to find out, Tommy grunted and I felt his cock begin to pulse inside my bottom, twitching and throbbing as he spurted whatever semen he had left into my ass. His penis began to soften almost immediately. I wasn't surprised; he'd been constantly hard all evening, even after he'd come twice. "Ow," Tommy muttered as his flaccid member slipped out of my bottom. "Sore, baby?" "A bit." He climbed off of me and got out of bed, heading for the bathroom, returning a moment later with a warm washcloth. As I lay in bed, happy and exhausted, I felt Tommy begin to clean my messy bottom, gently wiping away the lotion and semen, the residue of our couplings. When he was done, I rolled on to my side and watched as he daubed his greasy cock with the wet cloth. "Let me do that for you, Tommy," I said, reaching out for the washcloth. "I'll be gentle." Tommy handed me the washrag and laid back against the headboard as I curled up between his legs and cleaned him. When I was finished, I cast the cloth aside and leaned over, planting a gentle kiss on his soft penis before scooting up next to him and wrapping my arms around his smooth young body. Tommy sighed contentedly and laid his head on my shoulder. We had a nightcap and watched another movie together before falling asleep in each other's arms. I had the strangest dream that night. I was twelve again, Tommy's age, in a bedroom that resembled my nephew's, filled with sports memorabilia and posters and the trappings of an adolescent boy. We were in bed together, still partially clothed, with Tommy in a t-shirt and jockey shorts while I wore cotton panties and a training bra. I was lost in the illogic of this dream, wondering why there was a Colorado Rockies poster on the wall instead of Manchester United, and confused over where my breasts had gone. But this didn't keep me from enjoying the way Tommy was touching me, one hand under my bra cup, the other in my panties. When he began to pull my underwear down over my thighs I sat up in surprise. "You'll love this," he cooed. "I want to show you what I've learned." He ducked between my legs and started licking my cleft, probing my sex with his tongue, lashing my little button. I began to feel this wonderful sensation, a pleasure I'd never felt before, a gnawing hunger inside me that bloomed into an explosion of ecstasy. I woke up to see Tommy between my legs, looking up at me with a glistening smile, his lips and chin shiny with my nectar. We were in a motel room, not a bedroom, with corporate art bolted to the walls instead of sports and movie posters. My breasts were back again, rising and falling with each post-orgasmic breath. "Did you come, Karen?" Tommy asked. "I think so," I replied. "I was dreaming..." Instead of telling him about my dream, I tugged at his arm, pulling him on top of me. His hard boycock pressed against my wet labia. "We'll have to leave soon, right?" he said. "Yes." "Could we...one last time?" "Yes, Tommy," I said, reaching between us to guide him inside me. "I wouldn't have it any other way." Tommy smiled and closed his eyes as he began to thrust, and I lifted my head off of the pillow to press my lips against his, parting them with my tongue. As we kissed, I ran my hands over his smooth skin, trying to commit the feeling to memory. His soft bottom rose and fell between my thighs as he fucked me with long, slow strokes, taking his time, trying to make it last forever. "Come for me, angel," I whispered. "My beautiful prince..." "Oh, Karen," he gasped, his cock twitching inside me. "But I want you to..." "It's okay," I said. "Just let go, baby." His angelic face, twisted into a grimace as he tried to forestall his orgasm, suddenly relaxed into a satisfied smile as he came. For the first time I could feel him spurt inside me, a gusher of semen he'd saved all night, just for my hungry pussy. When he stopped thrusting he rested his head on my breasts, and I wrapped my arms around him, gently rocking him as the sun rose over the sea and began to flood the room with light. Tommy was still hard when we got up to shower, and I took the opportunity to suck him one last time, kneeling on a pile of towels in the bathroom as I took his beautiful penis between my lips. I licked and sucked him greedily, feeling his knees start to weaken as he erupted in my mouth. He gently caressed my cheeks as I milked the boycum from his softening cock, and we shared a semen-flavored kiss before climbing into the shower. We dressed, packed, and lugged our bags down to the lobby. The man from the airport was there, assuring everyone that the flight would leave on schedule and that our destination, Kennedy Airport in New York, was finally open after the blizzard. Tommy and I had a quick breakfast, croissants and coffee, before heading to the airport to return the rented Jeep and board the plane. "Wait a second," I said, as Tommy was about to open the car door. I reached into my handbag and pulled out a pair of the plain cotton panties I'd bought at the Gander Mall. I'd worn them the night before, and they'd held the scent of my nectar and his cream, the scent of sex. "Here," I said, handing them to him. "A souvenir of our time together." "Karen..." Tommy whispered, stuffing them into the pocket of his coat. He leaned over and we shared one last kiss, a long, wet, passionate kiss. "I love you," I cooed. "Remember me." "I will," he said. "Forever." We held each other until the shuttle bus from the motel pulled into the parking lot, and then we pulled our luggage from the back of the Jeep. It took only a minute to return the keys and sign the bill, and then we headed into the terminal for our departure. I took a last look at Gander before walking inside. The flight went fast, too fast, and barely two hours later we were rolling up to the gate at Kennedy. Tommy and I couldn't do much more than hold hands for a few minutes during the flight. I was torn between stealing a quick kiss and bursting out in tears, but by the time we were ready to disembark, I'd managed to compose myself. Tommy's aunt was a charming woman, older than I'd expected, with graying blonde hair tied back into a tight bun. She was most appreciative for my having looked after her nephew during our unexpected detour, and as we waited at the luggage carousel for our bags, she extended an invitation to dinner. I found an excuse to politely decline, saying that I had to cover a colleague's night shifts at the hospital for the next week or so. Tommy looked disappointed, but he didn't say a word. "Why won't you come to dinner?" Tommy asked once his aunt was out of earshot. "I'm afraid it would be awkward for us," I said. "Oh," he said. "Can I ring you up some time?" "Pardon?" "Call you," he explained. "On the telephone." I rummaged through my purse and found a business card with the number of my office phone and pager, handing it to Tommy while his aunt's back was turned. He smiled and pocketed the card just as she turned to face us. Just then the baggage carousel lurched to life, and the first pieces of luggage appeared from behind the wall. Tommy's bags appeared before mine and he scooped them up from the conveyer belt, placing them on his aunt's luggage cart. "Goodbye, Kar...Doctor Rankin," he said, his eyes glistening as he tried to hold back his tears. "Bye, Tommy," I said, choking back my own tears as I shook his hand. "Enjoy your visit, okay?" "I will. Thanks." And then they left. Right before they walked out of the terminal, Tommy looked back and silently mouthed the words "I love you". I blew him a kiss just as they passed through the automatic doors. That was the last I saw of my beautiful prince. We didn't get a chance to see each other again while he was in New York, though we spoke on the phone twice, once that night and once more before he returned to London. Against my better judgment, I promised to come see him the next time I was in the UK for a conference. A year later I kept that promise, but that's a story I'll tell some other time. * * * (c) 2003 Anais Ninja anais_ninja@hotmail.com http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/anais_ninja/www/ -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}| |Archive at Hosted by | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+