by Felix Baron
Trixie was relying on a law of nature. When young males throw a ball about idly and there is a pretty female nearby, sooner or later the ball will inevitably roll to her feet. In this case, it rolled so close that she was able to lift her legs and trap it under her heels.
Tow-head bounded towards her, flexing his muscles as he ran, and said, ‘Sorry. May we have our ball back, Ma’am?’
Trixie looked him up and down, very slowly, until he shuffled and blushed.
‘Ma’am?’ he asked again.
‘You look – very hot.’ Let him interpret that as he liked.
‘Ma’am?’
‘My name is . . .’ Trixie paused. She should have chosen a name earlier. ‘. . . is Bambi,’ she decided. ‘You are?’ She rolled the ball under her heels, flexing her own muscles, the long sleek ones in her shapely thighs.
The boy said, ‘I’m Randy.’
Trixie smiled. ‘I’m sure that you are, but I wanted to know what your name is.’
His face went blank as he processed her words. When he’d interpreted her weak pun, a broad grin spread across his young face. ‘That’s my name – Randy.’
‘Not the way you’re feeling?’ She stretched like a cat.
‘Well, I am, randy, I guess, and my name’s Randy, both.’
His black-haired friend loped up to join them. ‘I’m Dirk,’ he announced. Nice to meet you, Ma’am.’ He extended his hand.
Trixie set her parasol aside and took his fingers and held onto them, keeping him bent awkwardly over her legs. ‘Randy, introduce me properly to your charming buddy, please?’
Randy scowled and said, ‘Dirk, Bambi. Bambi, Dirk.’
That was a relief. Trixie had momentarily forgotten whether she’d called herself Bambi or Candi or Sandi or some other bimbo-esque name. ‘You two local?’ she asked
‘We’re from Chicago, on vacation,’ Randy told her.
It was good that they weren’t local. She really didn’t fancy running into either of them at the supermarket. She doubted they were from Chicago, though. Their accents placed them further south. Their names were likely as fictitious as the one she’d given them. That was fine, by her. She said, You may help me up, Dirk.’
He tugged. Trixie writhed to her feet, somehow without letting her breasts slip from under their straps. She turned and bent for her parasol. All there was of her slingshot, behind her, was a ribbon-wide strip of glossy fabric that ran down her back and between the cheeks of her bottom. That view should interest a pair of teenaged boys.
When she turned back to them, both were standing awkwardly, in positions she recognised well. They were trying to hide their erections.
‘I was saying to Randy that you both look hot. Would you like something cold? I hate to drink alone so you’d be doing me a favour.’
Both nodded eagerly. Dirk added, ‘Thanks, Ma’am.’
‘If we are all to be friends, remember to call me by my name, please. “Ma’am” makes me feel old.’
‘You sure aren’t that, Bambi,’ Randy said.
‘That’s settled, then. We’re Bambi, Randy and Dirk, all good friends, on vacation, out together for some fun on the beach, right?’
‘You said it, Bambi,’ Dirk agreed.
Trixie opened the cabana door. ‘So let’s have some fun, shall we, boys?’
They somehow managed to squeeze through the door after her, both at once, side-by-side.
‘Close the door,’ she said. ‘This is a private party, for just the three of us.’
Randy pushed the door shut. Dirk found the bolt and shot it. Trixie poured three martinis, added olives and gave two to the teens. ‘To fun times, right boys?’
Randy spluttered his drink but Dirk managed to down his in one long swallow, following Trixie’s example.
‘So,’ Trixie said. ‘Let’s all sit down and get to know each other. Let’s play “Truth”, shall we? Any question, you have to answer with absolute honesty, no matter what. After all, we’re all friends here, aren’t we? I’ll start. You boys obviously work out.’
They preened.
‘What are your sports?’
Randy said, ‘Tennis.’
Dirk told her, ‘Track. I run. The hundred yards dash is my best.’
‘A sprinter? Not in everything, I hope. In some things, the marathon is better.’
‘I can keep going for a long time,’ Dirk boasted.
‘How about football?’ Trixie asked. ‘Either of you play?’
Both shook their heads.
‘Neither of you are “tight ends”?’
Seeming unsure what she meant, though by their nervous grins they perhaps suspected it was salacious, they shook their heads again.
Trixie raised her eyebrows. ‘Are you gay?’
‘No! ’Course not. No way.’
‘You’ve neither of you ever kissed another man?’
They looked at each other. ‘No!’
‘There’d be nothing wrong with it if you had. I’ve kissed other women. Do you think that’s strange?’
Both hastened to assure her that women kissing women was just fine, or maybe more than fine.
‘So you’ve neither of you ever touched another man’s cock?’
That question rendered them both speechless.
‘Back to kissing, for now. Neither of you has ever kissed another man, but would you? What if someone male was to offer you a million dollars for a kiss – a hot wet one – with tongues?’
Again, they looked at each other. Both shrugged.
Dirk said, ‘For a million bucks? I guess I might, just a kiss, nothing else.’
Trixie smiled. ‘That’s interesting. How about for something different? A new car? A vacation abroad? What if I said that if you two kissed each other, right here, right now, I’d kiss you both?’ She twisted to pour more martinis. The movement exposed her left breast completely.
Dirk gulped. ‘If I kissed Randy, you’d kiss me? I dunno, Bambi. I’m tempted, but he wouldn’t, I know.’
‘Would you, Randy?’
‘I don’t think so.’
‘What if I offered you more than just a kiss?’
‘More?’ Dirk asked. His eyes were intent on Trixie’s naked nipple.
‘What is it you kids say? Second base, third base? Is there a fourth? I never could get the hang of that.’ She cupped her left breast and gave it a squeeze. ‘How about if I let you play with this little toy for a while? That’s called “second base”, isn’t it?’
Randy clutched at his crotch.
‘Well, would you kiss each other, passionately, if I gave each of you one of my tits to play with while you did it? That way, it wouldn’t be a gay thing, would it? More of an orgy thing.’
Randy looked at Dirk. ‘What do you say?’
Dirk thought for a while, looked at Trixie’s breast longingly, and nodded. ‘OK.’
‘Now?’ Randy asked Trixie.
‘Not just yet. I haven’t finished the game. My next question is, what would I have to offer you to get you to suck each other’s cocks?’
Dirk shook his head. ‘No way!’
‘It’s nice, sucking cock,’ she assured him. ‘I love it.’
Dirk croaked, ‘You do?’ Growing bold, he pushed his hips forward and added, ‘Want to try mine?’
‘Don’t rush me,’ she scolded playfully. ‘OK, you don’t want to suck each other, but how about jerking each other off? Would you do that?’
Dirk looked at the floor and blushed.
‘You’ve done it, haven’t you, Dirk,’ Trixie accused. ‘Maybe not to Randy, but you’ve done it.’
Randy looked a question at Dirk, who confessed, ‘One time, at camp. Everyone was doing it. It don’t mean I’m queer or nothing.’
‘Of course it doesn’t,’ Trixie consoled him, ‘and if you did it right now, just to amuse me, it still wouldn’t mean that you’re gay.’
Randy shifted further away from Dirk.
Trixie said, ‘You never know what you might
like until you try it. Dirk, you jerked another boy off. Was it terrible?’
‘No, not terrible.’
‘And he jerked you off?’
‘No.’
‘Another boy did? Was it a “circle jerk”?’
He nodded.
Trixie leaned forward. Her other breast swung free. ‘When the other boy jerked you off, did you come?’
‘I guess.’
‘So it felt good?’
‘I guess.’
Trixie licked her lips. ‘You know, just talking about you young boys jerking each other off has made me so hot. Can you imagine how horny I’d get if you two were stroking each other’s cocks, right now? I bet there’s nothing I wouldn’t do.’ She pushed two fingers down under the diminutive scrap of fabric that covered her sex.
Dirk looked her up and down. ‘You’d fuck us? Both of us?’
Trixie chuckled. ‘For starters, yes.’
Dirk looked at Randy, who said, ‘I don’t know, buddy. I’ve never . . .’
‘You wanna fuck Bambi or not?’ Dirk demanded.
‘For starters,’ Trixie reminded them.
‘Can I have another of those fancy drinks?’ Randy asked.
‘After,’ she said. ‘If we do this, we do it stone cold sober.’
Randy toed the floor and threw quick glances at Dirk. In Trixie’s judgement, Dirk was now ready to play but Randy, who’d been the bolder at first, was still teetering on the edge. All he needed was a little push.
She set her glass aside and stood. ‘No pressure. No one should do anything they don’t want to. Let’s start the party with a little friendly kissing, shall we?’
Even in five-inch heels, she had to stretch up to get a hand to the back of each boy’s neck. She tugged Randy’s head down first and lanced her tongue into his startled mouth. As they kissed, she felt Dirk’s hand fondle her left breast, compressing it at first but soon moving to tweak her nipple. As a reward, she twisted to kiss him but she kept her hold on Randy and pulled his face closer. The boys, growing bolder, toyed with a breast each. Trixie would have liked to have dropped her hands to their cocks but she needed to control their kisses for a little longer if she was going to get them to do the things she wanted them to do to each other.
Her lips turned from Dirk’s mouth to Randy’s, and back again, gradually drawing them closer together. Before long she had them cheek-to-cheek, mouths touching corner-to-corner, and was able to stab from one mouth to the other without turning her head. Her boy-toys were getting very horny. Her tongue flicked from Randy’s mouth into Dirk’s and she twisted both of their heads by their hair. Both strained their tongues towards hers and both achieved their goal, but met the other boy’s tongue at the same time.
Trixie let the three-tongue kiss continue until she felt that they were growing accustomed to it. Her hands dropped to the waistbands of their trunks. Still kissing them, she eased their swimsuits down their thighs. Two erections sprang free.
Pulling her mouth back, she said, ‘Keep kissing each other, boys, and I’ll amuse myself a little lower down, if that’s OK by you.’
One of them grunted something. Trixie squatted, drawing her hands down their torsos, fondling their firm young muscles, until she sat on her heels.
Hard young cock! There’s nothing like it, particularly when it comes in twos. She pawed their suits down to their ankles and tapped their calves to tell them to kick their Speedos aside. Her fists wrapped two shafts. A glance upwards told her that they were still kissing each other, but in earnest now. Teenaged boys tend to lose all of their inhibitions when lovely women take hold of their cocks.
She had them! By the time these two left the cabana, they’d be transformed. There are few things so powerful as a lovely woman who is also utterly depraved, and Trixie prided herself on the depth of her depravity.
Her right fist slowly pumped Dirk’s cock. She twisted to take Randy’s between her lips, just to gently tongue it at first but temptation overcame her and she mumbled down its length until it filled her mouth. She slurped off it, lubricating it with her spit, and turned to suck on Dirk’s.
Pump and suck, she went from cock to cock, all the while pulling them closer and closer together. Eventually, cock touched cock, side by side, wrapped in both of Trixie’s hands and being pumped simultaneously. She felt Randy’s legs stiffen, as if he wanted to protest, but by then she was stretching her lips wide, gradually working both cocks’ heads into her mouth. There was a limit to how deep she could force them both in at once but she got enough of their lengths trapped that she could nod on them without holding them in place with her fingers. She cupped and jiggled their balls, slid her fingers back between their muscular thighs and worked a finger up into the cleft of each steely teenaged bum. Trixie found their clenched knots and caressed them gently, letting them get used to the play.
Dirk began to thrust into her mouth. Randy froze for a second and then followed suit. Trixie stiffened her fingers and probed. Dirk’s sphincter relaxed, and then Randy’s. Trixie’s fingers eased into them, just one joint. Their bum-holes were hot and clinging and when she pushed deeper, they clenched on her fingers.
One of them, she thought it was Dirk, grabbed the back of her head and fucked into her mouth. Trixie twisted her fingers deeper into their bums, seeking and finding their prostates. Both reacted to her perverse caress, thrusting harder and deeper. The cock in her left cheek, Randy’s, let go, flooding her mouth. Trixie gulped. She twisted her head sideways, dislodging Randy’s cock, unplugged her finger from his bum and reached up to pull him down to his knees.
Still holding and pumping Dirk’s cock, she pulled her mouth off it for long enough to ask Randy, ‘Give me a hand, here.’
She worked the crotch of her slingshot aside, took both of Randy’s hands and guided them, one to his friend’s shaft, the other to her cunt. ‘Make him come on my tongue!’
Bemused, Randy pumped Dirk’s cock with one hand and fingered Trixie with the other. She opened her mouth wide and extended her flattened tongue. Perhaps that sight triggered him, for Dirk came almost instantly, shooting a long pearly jet into Trixie’s eager mouth.
She pushed her dangling slingshot to the floor and stood up, licking her lips. ‘Now we’ll have another little drink, boys, and after that, we’ll get really dirty, right?’
The young men looked at each other, as if to seek approval for the things they’d done to each other, then at Trixie, as if to ask what could be more obscene than the acts they’d just performed. She ignored their unasked question and poured three fresh drinks.
‘Here!’ She sat down in the corner, where two benches met, and lifted her feet up, one on each.
Dirk looked at her exposed cunt and took half a step towards her.
‘Don’t be shy,’ she said. ‘Take a close look. Have a taste. Do you like eating pussy?’
He dropped to his knees, stared intently at the parting between her lips and slowly put his mouth to it. Trixie’d had better, a lot better, but even unskilled cunnilingus is better than none. While he licked and slurped, she downed her martini and beckoned Randy closer.
‘Are you bad, you two? Really bad?’
Randy frowned. ‘How do you mean, “bad”?’
She gave him her best innocent wide-eyed look. ‘Well, I wouldn’t want to be accused of corrupting you boys. You aren’t virgins by any chance, are you?’
‘’Course not!’
‘So you’ve done everything, have you? Intercourse and so on?’
‘Like I said.’
‘So I won’t shock you, either of you, if I ask you to do things that adults do?’
Dirk lifted his face from between her thighs. ‘We’re adults. We’ve done it all,’ he assured her.
Trixie pushed his head back down. ‘Don’t stop licking, sweetheart. I like what you’re doing. If you keep it up, I’m liable to come all over your handsome face. Would you like that? Do you like it when your girlfriend comes on your tongue? You like the taste?�
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He didn’t reply but his ears turned red.
Trixie continued, ‘I bet she loves it when you get her off by licking her, right?’ She turned to Randy. ‘If you look in my bag, you’ll find a tube of lube. Fetch it, please. I want to play with your bum.’
He stepped back. ‘My bum?’
‘I’ve had a finger up it already, silly, and you loved it.’ She looked down at Dirk. ‘Lap higher, Dirk. See that little pink thing? Lick that.’ Returning to Randy, she said, ‘I’m going to play with your bum some more, and after, I want you to bugger me. Do you like doing that?’
He nodded.
‘You’ve buggered lots of girls, I bet. No boys, though?’
He handed her the lube and shook his head.
Trixie squirted oil over three fingers of her left hand. ‘Boys’ bums and girls’ bums feel just the same to a stiff cock, I promise. “A bum is a bum is a bum is a bum,” as Gertrude Stein might have said.’
He looked blank.
Trixie shrugged. ‘Come here!’ One hand behind him pulled him closer. His cock was stiff again already. Trixie took its head between her lips. Randy sighed. The fingers of her left hand probed between his cheeks. He rested his hands on top of her head. Later, perhaps, she’d teach him how to direct a woman by her hair.
Her index finger rimmed his bum-hole, slowly and gently. His cock thickened. She probed, easing his ring open. Her tongue flickered on the knot below his cock’s head. Around his cock, she managed to say, ‘Dirk’s tongue is getting to me, Randy. He’s hot, isn’t he. I bet he could suck you real nice, if you’d let him.’
Dirk’s protesting eyes looked up at Trixie but his tongue didn’t stop lapping.
Trixie pushed a finger into Randy’s bottom, revolved it, working to enlarge it, and eased a second finger in. His thighs stiffened and he made a gurgling sound. Trixie pushed her lips down his shaft, mumbling on it, working it deeper and deeper, as she slowly finger-fucked his bum.
Her free hand dropped to Dirk’s head. She held it in place and humped at it, deliberately spreading the lips of her pussy across his cheeks. Her stiffened clit worked under his upper lip. Trixie fucked at his mouth, willing herself towards a climax. His clumsy licking certainly wasn’t going to get her there by itself.
