Tom had opened a Pandora’s Box when he finally got Mrs Angela Turnbull to fuck. She had made him realise that young school girls with their tiny bodies and little experience could never lay a finger on a wild mum when it came to inventive ball blowing sex.
He was amazed at the way she kept his prick alive. Using her cunt muscles and her hands on his balls, she would stop him from coming time and time again. She used her body to work him higher and higher until they both reached a situation where they were losing control.
She seemed to know instinctively when he had reached a plateau where his brain was telling him this was torture. Then and then alone she would relax those marvellous muscles. Within seconds they both would be moaning and screaming as their bottled up sexual frustration caused fantastic mind blowing orgasms. He had never experience sex like it. It was as if he was a virgin. Every minute with her was new. He described it in his mind as he revisited their love making in his bed at night, “as a series of first times.”
She rang him at school just as a class finished. “My bodies still sore from yesterday,” she groaned as he answered. “Oh shit I’m sorry” he whispered moving away from his mates so he could talk. “Did I hurt you?”
“Your bodies partly to blame,” she laughed. “My bodies certainly no longer used to sex for hours. She licked her lips. “I think the real reason is my bodies not used to sex on a hard hall floor, or on the hall table and some of the other places you took me yesterday.”
“I’ve decided I’d like a little more comfort. My business owns a lot of property around the mall. Some time ago we bought some shares in that boutique hotel not far from your school. When they restructured, they gave us strata title ownership of three suites. I keep one available at all times for business purposes.”
“Suite 28, it’s at the end of the building on the second floor. You can come in from the back so no one will recognise you. Leave your bike in the mall car park” she instructed.
Ten minutes later she rang again. “I’ll be there at twelve, can you come during your lunch break?” she whispered in that breathless voice that made his prick jump.
Tom’s first visit to the hotel found him nervous but horny. The more he worried the bigger his prick seemed to grow. He felt as though everyone was watching him as he made his way up to the room.
Angela was waiting. She wore the tiny black satin outfit that turned him on in the fashion parade. Thirty Eight year old Angela had spent the morning preparing her body for her eighteen year old lover.
She stood in four inch stilettos, her firm milky white tits peeping out from behind the tiniest piece of shiny black satin. The few inches of satin barely reached to the round underside of her tits.
Her trim hard stomach shone from the oils and perfumes she had lovingly applied as she recalled Tom’s ever hard prick. Tom’s eyes dropped to her milky white thighs and her cunt covered by a black string covered with shiny jewels. He stared as he realised the string was so thin that the jewels disappeared into her cunt in the front and her arse in the back.
“You’re magnificent; you have the most magnificent sexy body.” Tom growled as he stood amazed. “I told you I dreamed of you each night after the fashion parade. Well I couldn’t sleep last night after holding you nude in my arms.
“When I was coming here this morning I planned to strip you and just look at you. I’ve been so fucking horny all morning in class just remembering what we did yesterday.”
“Stop talking and come here” she moaned as she fell back on the bed and held her legs out wide.
“When you rang you asked can I come during the lunch hour” Tom said later as he rolled over off the bed on to the floor. You should have asked me “can I keep coming during my lunch hour. You’ve drained me dry” he groaned.
Tom had never seen a body like Angela’s. He inspected it at every opportunity. “Your fucking fantastic” he whispered as he lay on his side lazily stroking her cunt marvelling at the perfection of her body.
His tongue was wallowing in her cunts juices when Angela’s watch buzzed. “Time to get you back to school” she whispered as she kissed him. “My lunch hour is not enough Tom complained. “I’ll skip class, I can learn more here with you. I don’t want to go back to school.”
Angela would have none of that. “Come on” she urged leading him by his ever hard prick, “we’ll shower together.” As they showered she convinced him of the need to be careful. “No one must know. If you don’t care for yourself, care for me,” she added as she checked to see no one was in the hall and pushed him out the door.
Tom drifted around the BBQ; He had been invited by his mate Charlie. As soon as they arrived Charlie wrapped himself around a sexy blonde and led her out under a tree in the back yard.
Left to himself Tom took his time studying the crowd. As he pushed his way along the corridor that joined the pool area to the house, some one switched off the lights. “Turn on the lights” some one called. “No leave them off, it’s more fun in the dark” another called.
People were enjoying the freedom the pitch black night provided. There were whistles and shouts, some girls singing out, others started to scream as boys took advantage of the sudden darkness.
He heard a girl laugh and then found himself being touched up. He bought his hand up to hold the person touching, but she broke away with a giggle.
Two or three more groups of laughing and giggling girls pushed past giving him a touch up as they went.
He stood waiting for the lights to return when he felt another person bump him. She wore a strong heady perfume. “I’ll be first this time” he thought as he grabbed her by the shoulders and kissed her hard, his tongue entering her mouth. She struggled for a minute then relaxed and kissed him back. “That’s nice” she said “but what was that for.” Feeling around in the dark his hand rubbed a large boob, “just for fun” he whispered, “I’d like to have more fun with you.”
“Would you now, what would you do?” she laughed “Come up to one of the bedrooms and I’ll show you,” he responded.
Just then the lights came back on and for a moment they both were blinded by the quick change from total darkness to bright light. When Tom `s vision returned he found himself holding a woman of probably thirty five to forty years.
“Oh shit” he thought “now I’ve done it.” He started to stutter “I thought you were a girl I know, your perfume seemed familiar.” She laughed. “That’s a goodie, I think you’re just a cheeky young bugger who took advantage of the dark. I wouldn’t be surprised if it was you who turned the lights off.”
He was relieved when she laughed “If I’d known I’d snare you, I would have not only turned them off but made sure they stayed off,” he responded as he slipped his arm around her waist and pulled her to him.
She accepted his tongue as they kissed and for a moment responded. Then she pushed him away, “behave” she said, “my husbands here.”
