Trust

by Alice May Ball

  “Here you are, Pete. You said that you wanted to see my pussy, and here it is. And it’s very happy to see you. As you can see.” As I stretched the hot wings farther, the juices ran and I felt a trickle running down to my ass. My finger slipped up to the hood of my clit, and it dragged and played there, making me even wetter. Pete’s tongue flicked across his lips and he moaned as Joel’s fingers stroked down the length of his cock again, through the white cotton.

  I asked Pete, “How do you like Joel’s hand on your cock, Pete?”

  He said, “Well, it’s okay.” Then with a grin, “So far.”

  Pete’s briefs tightened even more as Joel pulled the back of them down. Moving his feet farther apart, Pete moaned, and his breath caught in his throat. It looked as though Joel was fingering Pete’s opening, and Pete’s hips swayed and rocked. Joel’s other hand came up to stroke Pete’s neck, to turn his head, to bring his mouth to where Joel’s lips were waiting for him. Hungrily, aggressively, Joel put his lips over Pete’s, and they fastened in a hot, wet sigh as Joel’s fingers pressed further, harder into Pete’s ass and Pete’s cock swelled and strained as they kissed, long and deep. The front of Pete’s briefs could barely contain the huge, bulging erection forcing its way forward.

  My fingers were working and playing away at my clit, along my wet lips and into my hot, soft pussy, and I was edging, fighting to keep control. The sight of the two boys, hot and hard, pleasuring each other, on the verge of penetration pushed me over and into the first rippling waves of sensation and little, quivering moans bubbled out of my throat

  The stretched white cotton of Pete’s briefs was so near, I just had to lean forward and I could take that cotton in my teeth. I could get my mouth on his erection, through his briefs. I could work my lips along it, feel the width and the weight of his shaft, trace its ridges… I was edging and I had to slow down. This was no way to behave. These boys were in my house, and I hadn’t even offered them lemonade yet.

  Joel was pushing Pete to bend forward. He’d put some gel on his hand, “This will be cold, Pete,” and Pete’s eyes flashed wide as Joel’s fingers worked his ass wider. Joel said to him, devilishly, “If you relax, it’s not painful. But I kinda like it when it is, so your choice.” Then he grinned and said, “Mm, tighter, eh? Well, we’ll have to see about that, won’t we?” I heard a series of thwacks as Joel slapped Pete’s ass, and each one drew an exquisite groan from Pete.

  Somehow, I forgot about the lemonade, watching Pete’s face tighten as he folded forward toward me, feeling Joel’s fingers enter his ass. I said, “Have you had someone’s hand up your ass before, Pete?”

  He was slow to answer, but eventually he said, “No, ma’am, I haven’t. This is a first for me.” Then he closed his eyes tight shut and licked his lips for a moment, before he said, “Now and then, a girl has put a finger up there,” and he rocked his hips for a while.

  Joel grinned wickedly and said, “Not the same, is it, Pete?”

  “MM… no,” Pete said, “No, ahhhh… not at all.”

  My fingers were busy on my buzzing clit again, and slipping into my gaping, wet opening. My nipples were twanging with the friction against my bra, my throat was thick and tight and my chest felt awfully hot. Splashes of sensation rippled from my thighs and all through my legs and my body.

  Joel pushed Pete farther forward and said, “Pete, while I drive my cock into your ass, as I’m about to do, Mrs. Harper might appreciate you licking that juicy pussy for her. What do you say?”

  Pete peered up into my eyes, his face a picture of wracked, confused ecstasy, and he said, “Would you like that, Mrs. Harper? Would you like me to lick your pussy? It does smell nice.”

  So, I said, “Yes, Pete. Please. Get your tongue up my pussy while Joel fucks your soft little ass. I really would like that.”

  Over his shoulder, Pete said, “I’ll need to kneel between Mrs. Harper’s long, gorgeous thighs to get my mouth onto her hot snatch, Joe.” Then he quickly looked up at me, to see if I minded him saying, ’snatch.’ I gave him a smile as I stroked his fine hair. Beautiful boy.

  While Pete got down between my wide-open legs, and kissed up along the insides of my thighs, Joel hauled off his shorts and his boxers, and began to apply some lube to his tall, erect cock. I asked him, “Do you always carry lube in your running shorts, Joel?”

  “I always carry lube, Mrs. Harper.” Pete’s tongue was tracing the swelling lips of my pussy, and I lay back into the chair. Joe slathered the lube over his cock, very thoroughly, as he knelt behind Pete, feeling and fingering Pete’s ass with his other hand as he did, pressing his thumb into Pete’s little star. As Pete pressed his tongue up against my trembling clit, I wanted to lay back, close my eyes and just sink my clawing fingers into his hair.

  But if I did, then I wouldn’t see as Joel drove his cock up Pete’s fresh young ass, and I didn’t want to miss that, so I craned my neck as Pete’s wet, muscular tongue entered me, snaking as far as he could stretch it up my hungry pussy. I lifted my hips and said, “Further to the front, if you can, Pete.” He did as he was told, and his lip was pressed hard on my clit, “Yes, Pete. Like that. That’s good.”

  Joel pushed Pete’s thighs farther apart as he readied himself to penetrate that tight little pink ass. I watched him as he licked his lips and guided his cock into position. Pete sucked hard on my clit and the vibration from his moan rumbled pleasingly up through my core as Joel engaged the head of his cock in Pete’s opening. Joel shuffled forward on his knees for more leverage, and my back arched as Pete groaned into me.

  My chest was hot, and my nipples were sore. I had to get out of my top and my bra, and let my breasts free. Pete’s tongue stretched farther up me and he sucked hard as Joel drove steadily farther into his ass. Beads of sweat formed on Joel’s upper lip and he bared his teeth as he pulled Pete’s cheeks apart. Then he started rocking his hips, plowing his hard cock into Pete. Pete’s hands were on my thighs, his thumbs pressing my lips into his mouth and he was licking at my opening and moaning steadily.

  As I struggled to free myself from my silk top and my bra, Pete’s mouth went wild, gobbling at my pussy. His hips were bucking high on Joel’s cock and Joel was driving hard into him. Pete’s briefs were still around the tops of his legs, and I was thinking about his cock, still trapped in that soft, white cotton. Finally, my breasts bounced free in the warm sun and I stretched my neck to look down over them at Joel, his hair damp and his face glistening wet as he held on to Pete’s hips and slammed his rod up Pete’s tender butt.

  Joel put his hand on Pete’s chest to pull him up, and Pete’s back arched as Joel rammed up into him. Pete’s cock was really straining against the cotton now, and his neck was twisting to get his mouth to Joel’s. He couldn’t reach, and Joel’s teeth sunk into Pete’s shoulder as he strained to push his cock harder up Pete’s ass. Joel was moaning and gasping, pushing faster, his hand snaking around to grab Pete’s cock through the cotton.

  Joel slammed his cock, hard and fast, and sweat shook from his head as he buried his shaft to the hilt between Pete’s soft, round buttocks. He shouted as he pounded, and finally reared up as he came, pumping hot spunk into Pete’s fresh little hole.

  I reached forward so my hand could join Joel’s on Pete’s hard, pulsing cock. Thinking about it, watching it through his briefs and now touching it, my juices ran and my mouth watered. As I held the soft, white cotton with that firm, hot beast inside, Joel’s cock still hard in his ass, Pete’s manhood swelled and throbbed. I said, “Shall I suck it off for you, Pete?”

  He groaned and I thought he was going to come in my hand, right away. “Oh, please, Mrs. Harper. Yes, please, suck my cock.”

  My lips took the soft cotton and moistened it, cooling him, and I stroked my mouth up and down it, pulling the fabric against him. Joel’s fingers were still curled around Pete’s shaft as I dragged the briefs down with my teeth, finally releasing that gorgeous fat steed. I licked the underside and around the tip while Joel st
roked him firmly. Then, I slid my warm, soft mouth over the head, tasting the slick precum as I took it further in.

  “OH! Oh, Mrs. Harper!” Pete moaned, as Joel rubbed him and I sucked the length of him, his hips grinding his round, soft ass down on Joel’s manhood. As his heat filled my mouth and my tongue caressed the underside of his cock, Pete began to buck and spasm in no time. I held his hips and drove my mouth hard onto him as his cock pumped bolts of hot cum straight into my throat.

  My lips and my mouth kept on suckling on Pete’s rod until it had emptied itself into my mouth, and I stayed there while he came to rest.

  As I pulled slowly back off the sweet shaft, Joel’s face came around to meet mine. He opened his lips, and I kissed him, passing Pete’s spunk onto his tongue. As we broke, smiling and giggling, it made sticky, stringy little rope bridges between our mouths and ran down both our chins.

  Flushed, and now wearing nothing but stockings, heels, and my wet, askew panties, I finally went in and got the boys their lemonade.

  We all swam in the pool, naked, and played with each other all afternoon, until the dark blue twilight left a pale glow at the horizon, and the patio lights came on. Then we went inside. I lay on the couch, on top of Pete with his lovely cock inside me, and Joel got up my ass. We rocked together for ages like that, my hands exploring their asses, their chests and their balls, them holding my breasts and my throat, and putting their fingers in my mouth.

  We bit on each other’s shoulders and ground on each other. At a magical moment, as the moon came in the big window, I was coming hard and squirting copiously, and I knew both the boys were ready, so I got both of their cocks to my mouth. They came in my mouth, on my face, on my breasts, there was sticky, salty slick cum in my hair and on my stomach, and in no time, Pete and Joel were slick and sticky with it, too. It was on their faces, in their hair, on their tongues.

  We had to shower. For a really long time.

  Joel and Pete were two shades of that perfect moment, where the wildness of boys blossoms into the power of men’s bodies.

  Chapter 7

  Y HUSBAND HAD BROUGHT US to San Francisco for Fleet Week every year. Since then I had missed the pretty fall weather and the Blue Angels aerobatics over Twin Peaks and the Golden Gate Bridge. Remembering the boys all over Market Street and North Beach in their smart naval whites made me decide to put the memories to rest and to come again this year. It was a good choice.

  I could hardly have imagined that I’d spend my first evening with two hot sailors bringing their big naval guns to bear, slamming torpedoes into each other’s tubes and belaying fore and aft. No more than I would have expected to find myself blockaded with naval force in my bows and stern, boarded, landed and repeatedly overcome.

  The top of the Coit Tower is a great place for views of the Bay. High enough to see both bridges, Alcatraz Island, and Marin County on the far side of the Bay. It’s a terrific place to watch the ships as well as the aerial displays, and located in a nice high, wooded park. Turns out, it can be a nice place to meet sailors, too.

  Sailor Sam was either too big for his blue-eyed boyish face, or too innocent for his super-sized manly bod. Either way, seeing the hard cheeks of his ass clench in his perfectly fitted whites, he made my pulse beat so hard, I just had to go up and start talking to him. I asked which ship he was on, if he was a specialist, all of that. He was open and friendly, disarmingly shy in fact. We talked about how lively San Francisco was with a full-scale naval invasion in progress. Turns out Sam was from a town in California just a little farther north in the valleys.

  We leaned on the stone parapet wall, taking in the views over the bay and Sam reminisced, “I came to see Fleet Week as a kid. Seems strange to be the other side of the parade now.”

  “Did you fall in love with the Navy then, Sam, is that why you joined up?”

  “No, even then, I think I fell more in love with the sailors than the ships.” His cheeks colored up, “Oh, that was meant to be a joke. I’m not sure that it came out right.”

  I said, “Perhaps it did, Sam. Perhaps you’re still in love with the sailors.”

  “Yeah, I kind of am but, you know, not in that way.” I punched his arm softly and bit on my lip. He grinned and said, “Well, okay, maybe in that way just a little bit.”

  “How big of a little bit?”

  “Only a little, little bit.”

  “You sure?”

  “Yeah. A bit. But not much. At least not very much.”

  “Sam, you’re making protesting too much into an art form.”

  “You hardly know me and you see right through me, Mrs. Harper. What can I say? OK, I like girls, in fact I only have experience with girls. Not much experience at that. But I have no experience with boys. Or men. None at all.”

  “But you’re curious.”

  “Interested, I would say. No, maybe curious.”

  “You aren’t really one for committing yourself are you, Sam?”

  “I guess not, Mrs. Harper. It can all be so confusing.”

  A deeper, chocolaty voice from behind us said, “A confused seaman is a danger to his ship.” We turned to see a dark and stocky sailor, “Seaman Gary Chartman,” he announced, giving me an elegant little bow of the head. He and Sam saluted each other immediately, playfully it seemed. So far as I could tell, they were the same rank.

  “So,” Gary said to Sam, “can I help with your confusion at all? Because you can’t have care of this fine and beautiful lady in a state of confusion. That would not do at all.”

  “Okay,” Sam laughed, “You can relax about that. I can assure you that Mrs. Harper is in perfectly safe hands with me.” Gary stroked down his abs with the middle joints of his fingers. Sam watched, fascinated.

  Gary said, “I think maybe I’d better make a returning patrol to check on you later on.”

  I gave Gary the name of my hotel and said maybe he’d like to meet us in the bar around eight-thirty. “Just to see that everything is ship-shape.”

  Gary checked his watch. Adjusted the metal strap. And he said, “I’d be very pleased to rendezvous with you, Ma’am, twenty-thirty hours. Yes, Seaman?”

  Sam said, “Yes, Seaman. I’ll look forward to it.” Gary wiped his thumb down on his lower lip. Sam said, “At 2030, you can call me Sam, too. Unless ’seaman’ suits you better.” I watched as the two boys pondered the two ways you could hear seaman. Then they saluted each other again, Gary made another nice bow in my direction, and he was gone.

  Sam and I were in the bar of my hotel later. His exceptionally open face, and especially his pale, watery blue eyes, under the dense clump of blond hair sat on the top of his head, fading out as though it was airbrushed toward his ears. It made him look very youthful. Young even. And it contrasted with his size. Sam was six feet four, at least, and built like a frigate.

  All this in his Navy whites, I just ached to get to know Sam a little better. We chatted at the bar, got a couple of drinks, then we moved to a darker, quiet table, near the nighttime view of the harbor and away from the crowd.

  I said, “You must be killing it with the girls, Sam. Are you taking a night off?”

  “To tell you the truth, Mrs. Harper, I get a bit confused around the girls. They can be so giggly and, well, kinda silly.” His voice was playful and melodic, but I could hear a tension that he was covering.

  “Maybe the girls are making you shy. You’re a hot guy though, Sam. You look great in your uniform, and I’m sure you look great out of it too.” Sam’s eyes widened. “Wait up, what I meant was, I’m sure you look great in your civilian clothes.” He gave me a shy smile, and I couldn’t resist leaning a little closer to say quietly, “and I’m sure you look great out of them, too.”

  I knew that I should restrain myself. A woman of my age surely wouldn’t have any serious appeal for a great looking young sailor. Still, as long as we were just having fun, sitting close beside this huge and vibrant young seaman was a delight.