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Ron: Just a Growing Boy, Part III
by Heatheranne (hthranne@aol.com)

The continuing story of a boy coming to grips – so to 
speak, with his considerable assets. (MF, inc, mast, 
size, herm)


The continuing story of a boy coming to grips – so to 
speak, with his considerable assets.



beep...Beep...BEEP...BEEP!...BEEP!! went the alarm 
clock. Whack, went Ron's hand as he stuffed the 
irritating tones back in their box. He rolled onto his 
back in bed and stretched luxuriously. Pushing and 
pulling at his coverings, he soon had them more or less 
flat across his body. Flat except for a telltale lump 
arising from his lower torso. Despite the confining 
weight of his pajamas, sheet, blanket and comforter 
Ron's dick was tenting the bed-clothes. He flexed the 
muscles of his groin and watched as the lump arose a 
couple of inches and then fell back. "And now showing 
in the center of the bed, the mighty, mighty dick of 
doom – yay, hoo, aaa," he whispered to himself, playing 
the parts of both an imaginary announcer, and the 
sounds of an adoring crowd of onlookers. He strained 
his cock muscles and this time the covers arose even 
higher. "It's a new personal best ladies and 
gentlemen," Ron announced enthusiastically to himself. 
He rolled his hips a couple of times, the feel of his 
dick against the covers was nice. It made him begin to 
think about his first orgasm of the day. 

He yawned and inhaled the aroma of coffee. His mother 
was up already. Certainly, she could play an integral 
part in that orgasm. Ron grinned to himself in 
anticipation and threw off his covers. Climbing from 
the bed, he pulled off his pajamas and threw them on 
the comforter. With his oversized cock pointing at the 
ceiling, he went to the bathroom. The darn thing was so 
hard, he had to lean forward and push on the head of 
his dick in order to get it aimed at the commode. After 
a few seconds of concentration, he was able to produce 
a healthy stream of piss. Then he ran the water for a 
quick shower. No dawdling here, he soaped up and rinsed 
off in only minutes. Then he was out and toweling 
himself dry. His cock was as stiff as ever as he made 
his way through the house. 

Ginny, Ron's mother, sat at the dining room table. She 
had a newspaper spread out, reading an article as she 
sipped at a mug of steaming coffee. She looked up as 
Ron entered the room, naked as the day he was born. 
"Good morning, tiger," she said with a grin.

"Morning," said Ron. He went right to his mother's 
side, his dick quivering mere inches from her elbow. 

"I see you've come to give your mom some cream to go 
with her coffee," she said, eyeing his oversized cock. 

"Yeah," said Ron. Only weeks ago, Ron would never had 
said, "yeah," to his mother. It was always, "yes ma'am, 
and no ma'am." But now that he was pushing his cock 
down her throat and up her twat on a regular basis, she 
wasn't quite such a stickler for good manners. 

"Mmmm... you smell good," Ginny said. She stroked his 
cock with one hand as she ran her fingers through his 
hair, combing the damp strands into place. Her finger 
ran up the cum-tube on the underside of his dick and a 
stream of pre-cum dripped from its slit. She licked the 
clear fluid from her fingers, relishing this appetizer 
before the main meal. She kissed the tip of his dick 
and then stretched her lips around the head. Pulling 
back, she stroked him with both hands and said, "I 
think you've grown in the past couple of weeks. Keep 
that up and I won't be able to give you any more 
blowjobs."

"Uh," said Ron. Clearly, his mind was on this morning's 
fellatio and not on the potential size of his already 
oversized cock. He pushed his hips forward to encourage 
his mother. He was beyond horny; it had been all he 
could do not to shoot his wad in the shower.

Ginny fitted her mouth back over Ron's throbbing cock-
head. She bobbed her head a dozen times as the head of 
his cock swelled with each stroke of her tongue and 
lips. Ron grunted and a stream of cum splashed into her 
mouth. She swallowed once, twice and three times trying 
to keep up with his spewing cock. Finally, his viscous 
flow subsided and she was able to lift her head. "Oh, 
honey," she said, "I think that was the biggest load 
yet."

Meanwhile, on the other side of town, in an exclusive 
community, in a bedroom only slightly smaller than 
Ron's entire home, Karen Pearson checked her watch. It 
was time for her to hop in the shower, dress and then 
grab a breakfast snack before work. "About through?" 
she asked her husband. Eugene Pearson was between her 
legs, his arms stiff against the mattress on the 
outside of her shoulders. His back was arched as his 
hips drove his diminutive prick in and out of Karen's 
pussy. 

Eugene's face screwed up in a grimace, his body shook 
in tremors and a series of grunts escaped his lips. 
Within seconds, his orgasm finished as quickly as it 
had begun. Panting, he pushed himself to his knees, his 
wet dick was already limp between his legs. 

Karen swung her leg over her husband's head. A roll and 
a scoot and she was off their larger than king-size bed 
and headed for her personal bathroom. She'd already had 
her orgasm, two of them as a matter of fact, both by 
way of her husband's tongue. Otherwise, he'd never have 
earned his way into her luscious puss. He certainly 
couldn't get her off with his dick. She could barely 
feel the thing when they fucked.  

Showered and made up, Karen emerged from the bedroom 
wearing an expensive but modest forest green dress. It 
had three-quarter sleeves, a v-neck with a snug waist 
and a godet skirt that clung nicely to her hips and 
flared to just below her knees. Nothing too daring, she 
was a school librarian after all. It wasn't as if she 
needed the job, but she liked to be independent, at 
least to some degree. Eugene was a genius at computer 
programming and his company practically printed money. 
He was one of those nerds who had barely seen the light 
of day through high school and college, and Karen had 
taken advantage of that fact. It had been easy for her 
tight, sexy body to catch his eye, and he had 
practically fainted at her feet when she had agreed to 
a date. 

She had been the sexual aggressor of course, careful 
not to show disappointment at the first glimpse of his 
puny dick. For Eugene's part, after years when girls 
wouldn't give him a second thought, he'd been 
overwhelmed with lust over the absolutely beautiful 
babe who fulfilled his every adolescent fantasy. And 
he'd certainly made up for lost time; they'd fucked 
practically nonstop for months while he'd made his 
first fortune. He had proposed on the condition that 
they make a prenuptial agreement. The paper didn't 
protect his wealth, instead it made sure that she got 
more than her fair share. The document was complicated, 
but in essence it said that if a divorce was her fault, 
then she got millions. But if he was the screw-up then 
she could multiply that settlement by hundreds.  

Ready for school, Karen headed for the kitchen. She 
poured a glass of orange juice and opened her box of 
breakfast bars. She could tell that Eugene had been in 
her food again. He'd been watching his diet lately, not 
indulging in the office doughnuts as often. He still 
had a paunch, but it wasn't as bad as it had been. 
Karen chewed the oatmeal bar thoughtfully. 

Arriving at school, Karen went through her usual 
routine. She checked in at the office, collected her 
mail, spoke to the teachers and staff she encountered 
along the way, and made her way to the library. 

"Good morning, Ms. Pearson," said a cheerful voice. 

Karen looked behind the check-out desk. Amy Zacker, one 
of her student assistants was already on duty. At the 
beginning of the year, Amy had looked as if she 
belonged in a library. She'd worn her hair drawn back 
in a bun and she'd worn glasses that were forever 
slipping down her nose. But lately, it seemed as if the 
girl had blossomed. Her hair was down and cut into a 
cute style, and she'd taken to wearing clothes that 
showed off her slim figure. The glasses had given way 
to contacts or surgery. Karen wouldn't be surprised to 
learn that the girl had found the joys of the opposite 
sex. "Hello Amy, how are you today," asked Karen. 

"Oh, I'm fine," said Amy, looking away shyly. 

They discussed some library business and then Karen 
went into her office. She put her own special blend of 
coffee on to brew; she couldn't stand the battery acid 
that the cafeteria staff made, and settled down at her 
desk. The phone rang. "Library, Ms. Pearson," she 
answered into the handset. 

"Ms. Pearson," said one of the student office workers, 
"there's a Mr. Archer here to see you?"

"Send him down," said Karen. In a few minutes a man of 
average looks and height appeared in her office. Being 
average was good for a man in Archer's profession, he 
was a private detective. 

Karen had become suspicious of Eugene. Lately, he'd 
become harder to contact. He wasn't in his office as 
much and when she called his cell she'd found that she 
was getting his voice mail more and more often. And 
then there was the business about his weight loss and 
his new fitness kick. According to all the woman's 
television talk shows, these were sure signs of 
infidelity. When Archer arrived, they took seats in her 
office. Karen poured them both some coffee. 

"Very good," said Archer after taking a sip. He opened 
a briefcase that he had brought with him. Pulling out a 
laptop computer he opened it and let the system boot 
up. They chatted about the weather until the computer 
was ready, and then Archer pulled a DVD from his 
briefcase. He held it before Karen and said, "This is a 
compilation of the video my team shot while your 
husband was on his business trip. Frankly, a lot of 
this stuff violates your husband's right to privacy. If 
you were to take up legal action against Mr. Pearson, 
then you and I and a handful of lawyers would have to 
set down and talk about how much of this stuff you can 
use."

"I understand," said Karen. 

Archer put the DVD in the computer and in a few seconds 
Amy was watching her husband walk into a combination 
resort and convention center in Dallas.

*

Eugene stood idly in the atrium of the hotel as his 
assistant, Nancy Webster, handled the check in. She was 
charming the young clerk. The young man behind the tall 
counter was all eager smiles and expressive gestures. 
If he had been a puppy, then he would have been 
piddling with eagerness to please. That was to be 
expected, Nancy could be flirtatious and charming when 
she wanted to be. It didn't hurt that she had the looks 
and figure of a bikini model. Just watching her 
backside shift and sway beneath her business suit made 
Eugene's dick hard. That and the steady consumption of 
erection medication he took these days. 

Nancy turned from the desk. Tossing her long blonde 
hair over her shoulder, she walked to Eugene. She held 
up two key-cards and said, "One deluxe business suite 
for you, and one adjoining room for me." She handed 
Eugene his card. "Our luggage is ready," she said, 
nodding at the bellboy who was standing next to a full 
luggage cart. "We should go check out our rooms." She 
lowered her voice and smiled seductively. "We could see 
how much spring there is in the beds." 

Eugene nodded somberly as if his assistant was simply 
passing on some piece of business communication. He led 
the way into the elevator and in a few minutes he was 
tipping the bellboy as the young man left Eugene's 
suite. As soon as the door to the hallway closed, he 
went to the door of the adjoining room and unlocked it. 
He made the trek to his bedroom; the suite was the size 
of a modest home. As Eugene tossed his jacket and tie 
on the king-size bed, he heard the click of a lock and 
soft footsteps. A few seconds later, Nancy appeared in 
the doorway. Damn, she looks good, thought Eugene. 
She'd kicked off her shoes so that now she was on eye 
level with her boss. She'd also removed her jacket to 
reveal her full breasts straining against her navy 
blouse. Her blonde hair lay tousled across her 
shoulders. She couldn't have looked hotter if she'd 
been naked.

"We're alone," said Eugene. It was his signal that they 
could drop their professional mien. 

In a second, Nancy had her arms around his neck and her 
tits pressed tightly on his chest. "Isn't there 
something sexy about a hotel room?" she asked, staring 
into his eyes. 

"Only if you're in it," he said with a kiss. Six months 
ago she had been on the campus of MIT, getting her 
degree in computer technology and turning away suitors 
by the score. She had applied for employment at 
Eugene's company just as he had needed an assistant. 
His long time aide had decided to take an early 
retirement and travel the world. He'd been reluctant to 
waste Nancy's talent on a glorified secretarial 
position, but she had been persuasive. He assumed that 
she saw her job as a shortcut to the top, but with his 
dick throbbing and her tongue in his mouth, he didn't 
care. Letting her sleep her way to the executive floor 
seemed like a grand idea at the moment. 

She tugged on his arm and led Eugene to the bed where 
she perched on the edge of the mattress. Nancy checked 
her watch and said, "We have a few minutes before the 
reception starts." 

"For what?" asked Eugene, knowing damn good and well 
what was coming next, or maybe that should be - who was 
cumming next.

Nancy simply smiled and unzipped his trousers. In 
seconds she had pulled his cock into the open. Eugene 
was happy to see that his dick was almost fully erect. 
With a flick of her tongue, Nancy pulled his entire 
cock into her hot mouth. 

"Oh, Nancy, that's wonderful," he sighed. Karen rarely 
gave him head. He was always obliged to stroke his dick 
hard on his own before inserting it her pussy. 

Nancy sucked on the entire length of his dick until it 
was stiff. With her face in his crotch, she rolled her 
tongue around the bulging head. When she had him as 
stiff as he was going to get, Nancy began to bob her 
head, fucking him with her hot mouth. 

Eugene looked down. The heavy mass of Nancy's blonde 
hair swayed with the movement of her head on his cock. 
He caught glimpses of her beautiful, young face against 
the background of her jutting breasts. It was all too 
much for him. Barely three minutes since Nancy had 
touched his zipper, his head tilted back and he stared 
at the decorative molding near the ceiling of the room. 
A glimmer of a reflection caught his eye as he shot his 
thin, watery cum into Nancy's mouth. He had no idea 
that the glimmer was the reflection off a camera lens.

*

"That's enough for now," said Karen sadly as she gently 
pushed the screen of the laptop out of her sight. 

"Okay, ma'am," said Archer. This was the part of his 
job that he dreaded most. After hearing and seeing the 
bad news, he never knew how the wife or girlfriend was 
going to react. Some screamed, some cried, and some 
even tried to drag him into bed for a bit of instant 
revenge. But the look on Karen Pearson's face told him 
that she was going to be one of the cold ones. She 
quietly and efficiently concluded their business and 
soon he was back in the hallway, heading for the school 
entrance. He gave an appreciative nod to a tall, 
stunningly beautiful African-American woman as they 
passed in the hall. 

"Good morning," said Monica Lincoln as she passed 
Archer in the hallway. She'd noticed that Karen had a 
visitor this morning and a sixth sense had told her to 
check on the librarian. As the school's principal and 
Karen's friend, she wondered what was going on. 

She found Karen sitting at her desk. She had her coffee 
cup in hand, staring into the distance. "Hi," said 
Monica, "how's it going?"

Karen blinked and focused her eyes on her friend. "Hi," 
she sighed. "I've had better mornings."

"I saw your visitor. What's up?" asked Monica. 

At first Karen demurred, but after some coaxing she 
told Monica about Eugene's infidelity. She finished 
with, "You know, I've always been faithful to that 
mini-dicked nerd."

Monica's eyebrows shot up and she sniggered. "Hell 
girl, I'd divorce his ass. With your looks and the type 
of money you'd walk away with, you could attract all 
the studs you want. In fact, you could do that anyway. 
Let him see how it feels." 

Karen nodded. "I might just do that." She gave Monica a 
predatory smile. "The way I feel right now, I'd love to 
have him know that I'm fucking someone else. If he does 
the walking, then I get a lot more money."

"There you go," said Monica. It wasn't hard for her to 
imagine Karen banging some hot, young stud. Suddenly, 
she had an idea. "You know, you've got a lot on your 
mind right now. Let me get you some more help in here, 
another student."

Karen frowned, jarred into a new line of thought. 
Student aides could be a big help, but students who 
really wanted to do the work were few and far between. 
"I'm really not that busy..." she began.

"I'll set it up for you," interrupted Monica as she 
patted Karen's hand. "Don't worry, this boy will be 
good for what ails you." 

Monica checked her watch as she walked quickly away 
from the library. There were only a few minutes left in 
the homeroom period. She came to Ms. Winner's classroom 
and stopped in the doorway. The babble of student 
voices, who, in theory at least, were busy at their 
studies, ceased. "Could I speak to Ron?" Monica asked 
Ms. Winner. 

The attractive economics teacher nodded and looked into 
the class. "Ron, Ms. Lincoln wants to see you." 

In a few seconds, Ron stepped into the hall with 
Monica. "Ron," she said, "I have an opportunity for 
you."

"What's that?" he asked a bit too eagerly. 

Monica could only guess at what adolescent fantasy was 
running through the boy's mind. Actually, it was all 
she could do not to look at Ron's pants to see if that 
magnificent cock of his wasn't filling out his pants. 
"I would like for you to help in the library one or two 
mornings a week," she said. 

Ron's face fell so fast it was comical. "Don't take it 
that way," said Monica. "I think you'd really like 
working with Ms. Pearson."

"Well, okay," said Ron with a complete lack of 
enthusiasm. 

Monica reached out and squeezed his shoulder. "Give it 
month. If you don't like it then we'll drop it. Okay?" 
She gave him an exaggerated wink. 

"Okay," said Ron, looking perplexed.

After settling the details, Monica made her way back to 
the school office. She'd done all that she was willing 
to do to bring a big, willing cock near to an eager, 
vengeance minded pussy. She'd just have to wait and see 
what happened next. 

*

Amy Zacker twiddled her fingers on the game controller. 
She was supposed to be supporting her cousin, Mike, in 
their assault on the enemy stronghold. But mostly she 
was simply dying and then, after her re-spawn, she was 
spending precious seconds maneuvering back into 
position. Mike was doing okay without her assistance. 
He was a whiz at the game. At the age of sixteen he was 
probably at his alien killing peak. Amy was fourteen 
and she wasn't much of a video game player, but she had 
a huge crush on her cousin. That was why she was 
playing, otherwise she'd as soon watch something less 
interactive on the tube. 

Amy's uncle, Vick, stuck his head in the door. "Hey, 
you two," he said. "Why don't you come with me and get 
some fresh air. I've got to go to the school and 
replace one of the security cameras." 

Mike paused the game and looked questioningly at Amy. 
She shrugged and said, "You're doing most of the 
playing. Whatever you want is fine with me." 

Mike turned to his dad. "Okay, we could use a break," 
he said. 

A few minutes later they were all climbing out of 
Vick's work truck into the parking lot of the school. 
It was a Saturday, and there were only a couple of 
other vehicles in the lot. Vick strapped on his tool 
belt, grabbed a box containing a new camera and picked 
up a step ladder. He said, "This shouldn't take long. 
You guys try to stay out of trouble." 

Amy and Mike wandered into the eerily quiet middle 
school. It seemed strange to be in the building without 
the noise and bustle of hundreds of students and 
faculty. "Hey look," said Mike, "the office door is 
open." Indeed, someone had used a stopper to keep the 
door from closing. 

"Probably the cleaning crew," said Amy. 

"Come on, I'll show you something," said Mike. He led 
the way into the office and then behind the high 
counter where visitors checked in, and where students 
did their business. Amy wasn't a stranger to this 
space. She was one of a rotation of students who manned 
that counter during homeroom period. She hated the dull 
hour before classes began, so she split her mornings 
between helping in the school's office and library. She 
watched as Mike took a seat at the computer situated 
under the counter. 

"This thing is really cool," said Mike. "I was here 
when they installed this system last summer. My dad did 
some of the work."

"Really?" said Amy, interested in but not really 
enthused with the subject. 

"Yeah, this is where the feeds from the video cameras 
come in. This computer has..." and at that point Mike 
launched into a bunch of technical details that Amy 
could only half appreciate. The only thing she was 
allowed to use on that computer was the word processor. 

"Watch this," said Mike. He clicked on something and a 
black window appeared. He typed something and then the 
entire screen turned black. 

"Oh my God, Mike, you're going to screw it up," said 
Amy. She grabbed his shoulder.

"Don't worry," said Mike. "It's just a backdoor into 
the surveillance program."

"Backdoor?" asked Amy. She didn't bother to move her 
hand. She liked the reassuring feel of his warm, 
muscular arm. 

"Yeah, in case a user really fucks up a program, it 
allows a tech to get in. Look at this password," he 
said with a chuckle. Amy watched him type 
'suckmybigdick' into the computer. She giggled as the 
screen filled with an impressive looking control panel. 

"Wow," said Amy. She lowered her head until it was 
beside Mike's so that she could better see the screen. 

"You can watch the video feeds from here," Mike said. 
He clicked on a button and a quarter of the screen 
changed into a view of the lunchroom. 

"Cool," said Amy. 

"The videos stay on the hard-drive for a while and then 
someone dumps them to DVD," said Mike. He turned his 
head until he was looking Amy in the eye. To Amy's 
absolute amazement, he tilted his head and kissed her. 
For an instant, she almost pulled back in surprise. But 
then she knew that this was something she had dreamed 
of doing for months and she gave into it. She was 
hardly an expert on kissing, but it seemed to her that 
Mike was. His lips moved on hers; they were firm and 
moist and it seemed as if they were generating a spark 
that ran right to her pussy - and then his tongue 
slipped into her mouth.
Amy's thighs clenched and quivered and she though she 
was going to have an orgasm on the spot.

Mike put a hand on her shoulder and pulled Amy closer. 
She leaned in and put her hand on his thigh, high on 
his thigh. As a matter of fact her fingers were 
practically in his lap. She felt a lump that pulsed in 
her hand. Oh shit, she thought, I'm touching his dick. 
I've actually caused a guy to get a hard-on, and I'm 
touching it. Suddenly, she felt sexually empowered. She 
shoved her tongue in Mike's mouth and pressed her palm 
onto his growing cock. 

Mike's breathing became deeper and unsteady. He drew 
back and said, "Damn, Amy, I don't care if you are my 
cousin, you're one hot bitch." 

Amy laughed. She would have blushed, but her face was 
already flush with sexual tension. 

Mike looked around as if someone might overhear him. 
"Do you want to take this further?" he asked.

Amy wasn't quite sure what he meant, but at this point 
she was game for anything. She nodded in assent. Mike 
shut down the surveillance program and took her by the 
hand. Leaving the office, they scampered down a hallway 
and made a turn into the school's auditorium. They went 
down one of the aisles to the side of the stage and 
through a door. Amy had never been in the backstage 
area. Everything was in deep shadow; the only light was 
the red glow from an exit sign. Mike led her to an old 
sofa that was evidently one of the stage props. It was 
musty and sagged dreadfully when they plopped down, but 
that was all forgotten when Mike's lips found hers once 
again. 

Emboldened, she immediately sought out the bulge at his 
crotch. She ran her palm down its length, and was 
delighted when Mike moaned into her mouth. She did her 
own bit of moaning when his hand squeezed her breast. 
She wondered if he could feel her stiff, and suddenly 
sensitive, nipple through her bra and top. 

Most girls would have been happy with a hot make-out 
session like this one, but Amy wanted more. "Pull it 
out for me," she told Mike. 

"Okay," said Mike as if he couldn't believe his luck. 
He unbuckled, unbuttoned and unzipped until his pants 
were around his ankles. Working at the slit in his 
shorts he quickly brought forth his cock. 

"Ohhh..." breathed Amy. She took the fleshy member in 
her hands. She couldn't believe how hot and hard it was 
to her touch. "Are you...I mean...I mean is your cock a 
big one?" she asked.

Mike shook his head in mock outrage. "Well of course, 
I'm absolutely huge compared to other guys." Then he 
laughed and said, "I think I'm about average, actually. 
Do you want me to show you how to make a guy feel 
good?"

"Oh yeah," said Amy. She had been caressing his dick 
with her fingertips. 

"Okay, do like this," said Mike. He placed his hand 
over hers and showed her how to wrap her fingers around 
the shaft and then how to stroke. Once she had a good 
rhythm going he relaxed back into the couch and let Amy 
do her thing.

"Is this how you do it to yourself?" she teased.

"Here's a dating tip," Mike growled. "Don't ask a guy 
about jerking off while you're jerking him off."

"Sorry," said Amy, not sounding the least bit 
chastised.

Amy studied her cousin as her hand flashed up and down 
his rigid shaft. One of her friends had shown her a 
website where the faces of people were videoed as they 
masturbated, not their private parts, just their faces. 
Most of the young men and women had looked self-
conscious at first, but then their eyes grew distant 
and their faces slack.
That was how mike looked. For a minute he moved only 
his head slowly from side to side. Amy felt something 
wet and looked down. A clear fluid was oozing from the 
tip of his cock. She loosened her grip a bit so that 
the slick goo could lubricate her palm. 

When her slickened hand slipped over the head of his 
dick, Mike groaned, "Ohhh... that's it, Amy." She 
couldn't believe this was happening. She had the hot 
dick of a hot guy in her hand and she was making him 
very happy. She knew that he was supposed to cum at 
some point, but was she supposed to be doing something 
else in the meantime? 

Mike drew a long breath and held it. His face screwed 
up in a grimace and suddenly Amy felt a stream of hot 
liquid splash across her hand. She looked down to see 
creamy spurts erupting from the tip of Mike's cock. The 
stuff washed over her fingers and dripped down to his 
tensed thighs. She slowed her hand as the flow 
decreased. 

Mike's eyes opened and he gave Amy a lazy smile. "That 
was perfect," he smiled. 

"Really?" she asked. 

"Couldn't have done better myself," Mike laughed. He 
nodded toward some cleaning supplies on a nearby shelf. 
"Get those paper towels and we'll take of this mess." 

A minute later the couple sat silently on the sofa 
looking as shy and nervous as if they had just met for 
a blind date. Amy knew from her more experienced 
girlfriends that guys were usually quite and distant 
after an orgasm. She'd also been told that the 
condition might last only a few minutes. "Until they 
want to get their rocks off again," as one of her 
friends had put it. 

Mike looked at her shyly. "Do you want me to do it for 
you?" he asked hesitantly. 

Amy's pussy shuddered. She sincerely hoped that he was 
thinking the same thing as her.

"Okay," she said softly. 

Mike slid across the sofa and wrapped an arm around her 
shoulders. He kissed her softly, his tongue writhing 
sensuously in her mouth. He stroked her inner thigh, 
and Amy spread her legs in invitation. To his surprise, 
she put her hand on his and urged it higher on her leg. 
Her tongue stabbed into his mouth and their kiss became 
harder, more urgent.

Amy was more than ready. She practically dragged Mike's 
hand to her pussy mound. He was far from sure about 
what needed to be done, but she got his fingers moving 
in the right direction and in the right place to 
massage her clit through her shorts. Her excitement 
grew until she thought she her pussy would explode. She 
grabbed Mike's arm in both hands and thrust her crotch 
against his pulsing fingers. 

"Oh Mike, Mike, Mike..." she groaned as her head flew 
back and her back arched. Her orgasm surged through her 
cunt in a series of hot waves. They grew and peaked as 
Amy stared sightlessly upward into the darkness of the 
room. When her pussy ceased its spasms, and her 
clenched thighs released Mike's hand, she relaxed into 
a sort of dream state. This was wonderful; in fact, it 
was fucking – A wonderful. She and Mike were going to 
have lots of fun. 

Her reverie was broken by the chirping of Mike's cell. 
"Yeah, Dad," said Mike as he answered it.

"Where are you guys? I'm finished and at the truck." 
Amy could hear his voice over the phone from where she 
sat. 

"Be right there," said Mike, and put away the phone. 
"You ready?" he asked Amy. 

She frowned at the squishy feeling between her legs as 
she arose from the sofa. "Yeah I guess so." She 
straightened her clothes and swept her hair into place. 
They made their way from the backstage area and then 
into the auditorium. Suddenly, Amy balled up her fist 
and smacked Mike hard on the muscle of his shoulder.

"Ow," he yelped, jerking away in pain. "What the hell 
was that for?"

"You called me a bitch a few minutes ago," said Amy.

"I said that you were a hot bitch," protested Mike. 
"It's a compliment."

"Oh," Amy said innocently, knowing what he'd meant all 
along. 

Mike, pointedly staying out of arm's reach, said with a 
grin, "Hey, want to be a hot bitch again a little later 
this afternoon?"

"Hmmm...maybe," she said, returning his smile.   

*

Amy sighed; she was bored. It was her morning to man 
the school office and there was nothing going on. The 
principal was out of her office and the initial rush of 
teachers and students was over. Her thoughts drifted 
back to the last time she'd been here. She and Mike had 
enjoyed one another thoroughly that afternoon, and 
they'd carried on in the last couple of weeks. So far 
they had fingered and tongued their way to numerous 
orgasms. Mike was reluctant to fuck his cousin, but Amy 
figured it was just a matter of time. After all, he 
wasn't afraid to plunge his cock into her mouth. 

Amy pecked idly at the keyboard of the computer behind 
the counter. She thought of the stuff that Mike had 
done that afternoon. How had he brought up the security 
camera recordings? She went through the steps in her 
mind and in seconds she was looking at the menu of 
previous recordings. Picking one at random from the 
previous week, she brought it up. 

The interior of the principal's office appeared on the 
screen. She was having some sort of meeting with 
Ms.Yount, the school nurse, and a student. What was his 
name? Oh yeah, Ron. She knew who he was, but she'd 
never had any classes with him. She wondered what the 
meeting was about. She didn't dare turn on the 
computer's speakers. There was no telling when someone 
would walk in. The monitor was pretty well hidden by 
the counter though; she'd have time to click off the 
video. 

The three simply sat and talked, and Amy was about to 
switch to another recording when Ron stood and went to 
the end of the principal's desk. To Amy's amazement, 
Ron pulled down his pants and took a seat on the edge 
of the desk with his back to the camera. To her further 
amazement, the principal and Ms. Yount gathered around 
Ron. They seemed to be looking at his upper thigh. Oh 
yes, now Amy remembered, Ron had been injured in some 
sort of playground incident and now they must be 
looking at the wound. In fact, their heads practically 
touched as they examined his leg very, very closely. 
Again, Amy grew bored and her fingers moved to change 
recordings when she saw Ron hop off the desk and 
completely pull off his pants and shorts. 

"Oh my god," said Amy breathlessly when she saw Ron's 
cock jut obscenely from his crotch. It was the biggest 
one she'd ever seen. Of course she'd only seen Mike's 
and some others on the Internet, but still, Ron's cock 
was amazing. 

Just then there was the sound of a door opening. Amy 
nearly knocked the computer's keyboard and mouse off 
their perch in her haste to close the program. Monica 
Lincoln, the school's principal walked passed Amy on 
the way to her office. "Hi Amy, anything going on?" she 
asked.

"Uh... no," said Amy, trying to reconcile the 
principal's matter-of-fact attitude with what she had 
just seen on the computer. 

She wanted to get back to that video, but she never had 
the chance that morning. The next time she got the 
opportunity, a few days later, the video had 
disappeared. Moved to DVD or perhaps erased, she 
figured. 

*

Ron opened his eyes, saw the amount of light pouring 
into his room and panicked. His mother had left early 
for a breakfast meeting, and she had warned him that he 
would have to fend for himself before school. He'd hit 
the snooze button too many times and now he was about 
to miss his bus. He threw on his clothes, stuffing his 
morning wood into his pants, and ran out the door 
arriving at his stop just in time to hop on. 

Sitting on the bus, he didn't know what was worse - his 
empty stomach, his still stiff dick or his full 
bladder. By the time he reached school, his dick had 
managed to soften to less than a painful bulge. Ron 
went by the cafeteria and snagged an apple. He gnawed 
it down to the core as he headed for the restroom. 
There, to his immense relief, he emptied his bladder. 
"Oh, that's better," he whispered to himself as his 
piss splashed against the urinal porcelain. He felt 
much relieved now, and after washing his hands he 
hurried along to the library. This would be the third 
homeroom period that he'd spent there. 

He didn't mind his job in the library. It kept him busy 
and working with Ms. Pearson was cool; she was a babe – 
for an older woman, that is. Thinking of the shapely 
librarian began to give Ron an erection. It was going 
to be a long morning. He hadn't been able to lighten 
his load before school. Now he was going to have a 
stiff, aching hard-on all day. He didn't like the idea 
of hiding in a restroom stall to whack off, but he 
decided that that might be his only chance at relief. 

Ron made it into the library just as homeroom began. 
There was a new girl behind the checkout desk. She was 
new to him as far as the library was concerned anyway. 
He'd seen her in the hallways at school. "Hey," he said 
as he threw his book bag down behind the desk. 

Amy watched as the boy entered the library. It was him. 
It was Ron, the boy she'd seen on the security 
recording of the principal's office. She couldn't 
believe it when he came behind the checkout desk and 
spoke. 

"Hi," she responded. 

"My name's Ron," he said. "I guess were working 
together this morning."

"I guess so," said Amy. She was saved from having to 
think of something else to say when Ms. Pearson walked 
up. 

"Good morning," Karen said. "I guess you two have met." 
Ron and Amy nodded. "Good, good...now this morning I 
have a class coming in, so I want you guys to go in the 
back and check in the new books." She nodded at Amy. 
"Amy has done this before, so you just follow her 
lead," she said to Ron. 

"Fine," said Ron and looked to Amy who led the way into 
the workroom of the library. 

Ms. Pearson's office took up most of the workroom, but 
that left an area of shelves and counters that held 
books, both old and new, plus all the odds and ends 
that accumulated in such a space. "There's not much to 
it," said Amy as she stepped up to one of the counters. 
She picked up a handheld scanner and took a new book 
from a stack that was piled on the counter. She then 
ran the scanner over the bar code on the book cover. A 
nearby computer beeped and a small printer began to 
hum. Two labels fell from the printer. "This one goes 
on the spine," said Amy as she stuck the label on the 
book. "And this one goes inside the front cover." She 
placed the other label in the appropriate place. "Now 
it's ready to go on the shelf," she said, placing the 
book on a wheeled cart. 

Ron nodded. "If you'll make the labels, then I'll put 
them on the books," he said as he handed Amy the next 
book from the stack. 

"Okay," said Amy. They easily fell into a rhythm of 
printing and labeling the new books. She couldn't help 
but notice that Ron was sort of pushing and rubbing the 
front of his jeans against the side of the counter as 
he worked. She leaned her head back just a bit. Yes, it 
certainly looked as if he was pressing a big, fat 
erection against the counter. 

Ron worked through the stack of new books. It wasn't 
until he came to the last couple of books, that he 
became aware he'd been shoving his dick against the 
counter all along. Hell, he couldn't help it. He had 
been horny all morning, and now he was working beside a 
pretty girl who smelled just really good. No wonder he 
was aroused. He wondered if Amy had noticed anything. 
Looking out of the corner of his eye, he looked to see 
if she was looking. And indeed she was looking... in 
fact, she was openly staring at his cock. 

Ron smiled. He didn't mind that one bit. If anything, 
it felt as if his dick had become even harder and 
larger. He labeled the last book and put it on the 
cart. Turning to Amy, he pulled his shoulders back and 
made sure that the bulge in his pants was totally 
bulging. "So now what?" he asked. 

Amy bit at her lower lip. She could tell by the look on 
his face that he knew that she'd been ogling his dick-
bulge. Oh what the hell, she thought. She looked 
through the small window of the workroom door into the 
main room of the library. She could see that Ms. 
Pearson was busy talking to the class of students. 
"Come back here," she said to Ron. 

They walked to the rear corner of the room. Amy knew 
that they weren't totally hidden, but she didn't really 
care at that point. She turned to face Ron. She tilted 
her head just so and looked expectantly into his eyes. 
She hoped for a kiss, but she knew that boys her age 
were clueless about these things. They'd probably just 
stand there in awkward silence until one of them backed 
out of the situation. Abruptly, his hands were on her 
hips and he was kissing her. It was a hell of a kiss 
too. His lips were firm and moist and warm, and his 
tongue was in her mouth, probing and writhing. Where 
the hell had he learned this stuff? Her cousin, Mike, 
didn't kiss like this and he was sixteen. 

Amy grabbed onto Ron's upper arms and held on for the 
ride. His hands slipped to her ass and he pressed the 
hardness of his cock against her groin. Their kiss went 
on and on until Ron was practically dry fucking her; 
his hips kept on pulsing his cock against her tummy.

Suddenly Ron broke off their wet kiss. He pulled back 
and took her hands in his. "If we keep this up, I'm 
going to make a mess in my pants," he said sheepishly. 

"We wouldn't want that," said Amy as she dove at his 
belt buckle. In seconds she had his pants down to his 
knees. There was a wet spot on his underwear where the 
tip of his cock ended. She spread the opening in his 
shorts with her eager fingers. It was a struggle, but 
she managed to get his cock into the open. Damn, the 
thing was big. It was bigger than Mike's, and he'd 
assured her that he was bigger than average. She ran 
her palm up the underside of his shaft and was rewarded 
with a flow of clear pre-cum across her fingers. 

"Suck it," said Ron. Once again Amy wondered where he'd 
learned all this. He sounded as if he told someone to 
tongue his dick every day. She looked at the flared 
head and broad shaft. There was no way that she was 
going to get the whole thing in her mouth like she did 
Mike's. But that didn't stop her from lowering her 
mouth to his twitching cock-head to see just how much 
she could manage. 

Karen finished speaking to the class. She pulled a 
television mounted on a tall audio/visual cart before 
the students. Popping a video into its player, Karen 
turned on the TV. A bunch of cartoon characters began 
to tell the students about the Dewey Decimal System. 
Karen knew that the students would rather see it on TV 
as to hear the information from her. She moved to the 
back of the room and cut off some of the lights so that 
the dancing cartoon monkeys on the TV were more 
visible. When she was sure that the students were more 
or less engrossed, Karen wandered toward her office and 
the library's workroom. She peered through the tall, 
narrow window in the workroom door. 

Ordinarily, you couldn't see into that room because of 
the glare created by the lights in the main room. But 
now she could see the worktable and shelves. Now where 
were Ron and Amy, she wondered. She took a few steps to 
the side, and through an opening in a rack of shelves, 
she saw Ron. His head was thrown back and his eyes were 
closed. For a second she thought he had fallen asleep 
on his feet, but then he grimaced and looked down as if 
he were in pain. Karen wondered what in the hell was 
going on. 

She moved closer to the door, leaning her head from 
side to side to get the best angle to see between the 
shelves. Suddenly, she saw the top of Amy's head rise 
and fall. Her head seemed to be at waist-level to Ron 
and...oh fuck no, thought Karen. That couldn't be 
happening. Could it? Amy couldn't be giving Ron a blow 
job. No fucking way. 

Karen stepped even closer to the door. She moved to the 
side as far as she could and still keep the two 
students in view. She found herself bending over and 
tilting her head to the side a bit...and there it was. 
She could see Ron's cock. At least she thought she 
could. That couldn't be it, could it? She watched as 
Amy's stretched lips revealed an improbably long shaft. 
Karen stifled a gasp. The boy was enormous. His cock 
was huge for a boy his age and size. Hell, it was huge 
for a grown man.

Karen saw Ron say something and then Amy let the head 
of his cock pop out of her mouth. She took his dick in 
both hands and began to eagerly stroke it while moving 
to the side. Ron got a funny look on his face and then 
a thick, white stream of cum shot from the tip of his 
dick. Karen's eyes flew open wide. No man came that 
much. But then he did it again and again. Between the 
shelves, Karen saw the creamy spurts arc through the 
air and fall to the floor. She could hardly believe her 
eyes. Covering her mouth with her hand, she backed away 
from the door. On weakened knees, she made her way to a 
stool behind the circulation desk. As she sat, she 
realized that her pussy lips were full and ripe. It was 
midmorning, at school, and she was unimaginably horny. 
She hadn't been this hot for a dick since she couldn't 
remember when. 

Karen's eyes darted around the library. No one could 
see what she was about to do. She raised off the stool 
just long enough to spread her legs and gather up the 
material of her skirt. Then, grasping the edge of the 
stool, she rocked her clit against the heel of her 
hand. Damn, she hadn't done this in years. She rocked 
back and forth. The stool creaked, but not so loudly 
that anyone was going to hear it over the sounds from 
the TV.

She stared into the distance and imagined Ron between 
her legs; his slim hips pounding that magnificent cock 
between her cunt lips. That was what she needed, not 
her husband's puny, half-limp dick. She rocked against 
her hand, thinking about Ron. It was almost all she 
could do not to run into the workroom and rape the boy. 
But what if she did? She wondered if he could get it up 
again this fast. Ummm... the way that dick looked, she 
bet he was still hard. She bet that he could thrill her 
again and again. That big dick should be able to stay 
up long enough to give her tons of orgasms. Boys his 
age were nothing but walking hard-ons anyway. And what 
were the odds that he would be here, just what she 
needed, working under her nose? 

Abruptly, Karen stopped her public masturbation. 
Indeed, what were the odds? Monica had seemed awfully 
eager to send her some help. Did she know what was 
swinging between Ron's legs? Was that oversized piece 
of boy-meat what she meant by help? She bit her lower 
lip and resumed rocking and pressing on her clit 
through her dress and panties. She'd have to think 
about Monica and her motives later. Her orgasm was 
approaching. It was approaching at a maddeningly slow 
rate, but almost... almost, and there it was. 

She took a deep breath and held it as the waves of 
sensation washed through her body. She fought to keep 
her face passive and her body still as her pussy 
clenched in spasms. Her faced flushed with hot blood. 
There was nothing she could do about that but hope that 
none of her pimply faced students would need her 
attention right now. Finally, the sensations passed, 
and she could breathe once more.

When lunch time came around, Karen headed for the 
cafeteria. Most days she couldn't stomach its 
nourishing but unappetizing food, but today she was 
starved. She smiled to herself. Masturbating must have 
given her an appetite. She got her tray of food and 
headed for one of the tables reserved for teachers. She 
had just taken her seat when she saw Monica come 
through the line. She motioned the principal over. 

"Hi," said Monica as she put her tray on the table. The 
woman had double portions of everything. She could sure 
pack away the calories without showing it on her hips.

"How's it going?" asked Karen. The two women talked 
shop for a few minutes and then Karen worked up the 
courage to mention Ron. 

"How's that working out?" asked Monica.

"Oh his work in the library is fine," said Karen. "But 
I have to tell you about an incident that occurred this 
morning." She went on to tell her about Ron and Amy. 
Monica seemed to take the whole kids-having-sex-in-
school thing too calmly. Karen was almost through with 
her account when Monica looked over her shoulder and 
motioned to someone. A few seconds later April Yount, 
the school nurse, sat her tray on the table. 

The pixyish blonde said, "How're we doing, ladies?" 

"Karen was telling me about something that happened in 
the library," said Monica. "Would you mind repeating 
it?" she asked Karen. 

"Okay," said Karen. She launched into the story once 
more. When she finished, she noticed that both of the 
other women had the oddest look on their faces. Then 
Monica glanced at April, and April glanced at Monica, 
and then they both burst our laughing. 

"I swear it's true," said Karen.

"We believe you," said Monica.

"Every word," said April. "Fantastic cock – isn't it?"

Karen hadn't referred to the size of Ron's penis. "So 
you know?" she asked, thoroughly confused.

"Not about this morning," said Monica, "but we 
certainly know about Ron."

Karen's eyes narrowed in concentration. She put two and 
two together and came to an improbable yet logical 
conclusion. "So that's why you sent Ron to work in the 
library. My husband's being unfaithful, so you send me 
this boy with a swinging cock?" said Monica 
indignantly.

"Your husband's cheating on you?" asked April.

"With his beautiful assistant," Monica informed April.

"What do you expect me..." said Karen.

"Young too, I bet," said April.

"...to do with..." said Karen.

"Aren't they all? And with tits out to here, I bet," 
said Monica, drawing back her shoulders to accentuate 
her own considerable bust.

"...Ron!?" finished Karen loudly with a slap of hand on 
the table.  

"Quietly," hissed Monica; her eyes darted from side to 
side to see if Karen's outburst had drawn attention. 
"We don't need to tell the world." She continued in a 
low but normal voice, "I didn't know if anything would 
happen between you and Ron, but I thought that – if 
things worked out - he might help you with a measure of 
psychological/sexual revenge."  

Karen looked at the two women as if they'd lost their 
minds. As much as the sight of Ron's cock had thrilled 
her pussy, and as much as she might want it, the 
thought of having it was ridiculous. "That young stud 
wouldn't be interested in an older woman," she said. 

"Yes, he would," said Monica.

"Oh yeah," said April.

Karen read the expressions on their faces. "You mean 
that you two..." asked Karen.

"Both of us," said April.

"And the best part," said Monica, "is that he doesn't 
even know how good he is."

"I know," said April. "Can you imagine how big a stud 
he'll be when he's grown?"

"He'll have to beat the girls off with a stick," said 
Monica. 

April shook her head in amused disagreement. "He'll 
just club them over the head with his cock."

As both women chuckled over their little joke, Karen 
was thinking of possibilities. 

*

After the children had left for the day, Monica made 
her way to the school infirmary. When she walked in, 
April was taking supplies from a box and storing them 
in a cabinet. 

"Hey," said April. 

"Hi," said Monica. She wandered into the room, looking 
at nothing in particular and touching things in an 
aimless manner. 

"Wow, what's your problem?" asked April. She broke down 
the box, folded it flat and thrust it into a bag used 
by the school for recycling. 

"Hmmm?" said Monica.

"You're always so large and in charge. Right now you 
look lost," said April.

"I'll have to work on my inscrutable look for 
principals," Monica said with a wan smile. "Actually, I 
was wondering if we did the right thing in introducing 
Ron to Karen."

"We?" said April, looking surprised. It hadn't been her 
idea. She held up her hand to stop any protests from 
the principal. "I know what you mean. So what's the 
problem?"

"Oh...you know...felony, disgrace, humiliation, jail. I 
sort of upped the ante when I brought Karen in."

"I wouldn't worry about it," April said. "Karen's not 
going to say anything to anyone, and Ron..." She walked 
over and took Monica's hands in hers. She had to crane 
her neck to look her in the eye. Monica must have been 
near six-feet tall in her modest heels. "Well, why 
would Ron complain? He's getting some pretty high class 
pussy here."

Monica squeezed the diminutive nurse's hands and 
laughed. "I hope you're right. I hope Ron's enjoying 
our so called high class pussy." She sighed. "But even 
if he doesn't turn us in, I'm pretty sure he'll want to 
move on to the younger stuff, eventually." 

"Well, we may lose that magnificent fucker, but as much 
as I stand, or lie down, in awe of Ron's cock, there's 
another one readily available," April said with a 
twinkle. 

"Oh, I don't know..." said Monica, suddenly unsure of 
herself once again. 

"You know, I can't forget that kiss we shared," April 
said. While fooling around with Ron's cock the other 
day, the two had locked lips when they met at the top 
of his dick.

April stood on her tiptoes and pulled down on Monica's 
hands. The two women locked gazes and then they were 
kissing. It was a tender kiss at first. Their lips 
brushed and explored, nipping and nibbling. April was 
the aggressor; she slipped her tongue into Monica's 
mouth at the first natural opportunity. Her hands went 
to Monica's breasts, kneading and cupping her firm 
mounds. Suddenly, she stopped. "We shouldn't do this," 
she said as she went to the infirmary door.

Monica was stunned. She followed April with her eyes. 
"I...I suppose not..." she said, her face a mixture of 
guilt and regret. 

"...until we lock the door," said April as she flicked 
the door's latch. She scampered back and immediately 
unzipped Monica's skirt. "First this," she said, 
letting it drop to the floor. "And now this awful 
thing," she said, referring to the heavy duty panty 
that Monica wore. April wrestled the garment to the 
floor, and Monica's cock was exposed. It was a tiny 
thing, only three inches long, but it was perfectly 
proportioned. It was erect too, with a clear pearl of 
pre-cum glistening at the tip. "Well, well, look who's 
excited," April said with a grin. She led Monica to the 
examination table and had her lay on her back. That put 
Monica's throbbing member at a convenient height. She 
swooped down and took the entire rod into her eager 
mouth.  

"Ahhh..." cried Monica. Her hips tossed on the table. 

April rolled the morsel of a cock around in her mouth, 
stroking it with her lips and tongue. After several 
moments of play, she locked her lips around Monica's 
cock-shaft and sucked as hard as she could. 

"Wha...what are you doing?" moaned Monica.

April knew exactly what she was doing. It was something 
that drove men wild. April felt Monica's cock-head 
swell in her mouth, making it extremely sensitive. She 
raced her vacuum locked mouth up and down the 
principal's cute cock.

"April, I... ohhh," Monica's voice rose in pitch as she 
came. A watery stream of cum erupted from her cock. Her 
hips bucked into the air and she grabbed April's head 
and pressed it to her groin. "Uhhh, uhhh, uhhh... oh my 
god," she moaned as her dick convulsed. 

When Monica's hands collapsed to her side and her body 
went limp, April whispered, "We're, not finished yet." 
She put two fingers in her mouth and slicked them down 
with her spit. Spreading Monica's vaginal lips wide 
with her free hand; she thrust her two moistened 
fingers into Monica's pussy. 

"April. April!" gasped Monica. She'd just cum, but her 
lover wouldn't relent. She felt the sexual tide rising 
in her body once again. Her wilted cock pumped back to 
a full hard. 

Good... enjoy it, April thought. "Come for me... Come 
as much as you want with that cute pussy". She lowered 
her mouth and nibbled sharply on Monica's clit. Monica 
gave a soft scream as she came again, bathing April's 
face as her juices flowed in a reeling, orgasmic bliss.

With one final moan and a gasp, Monica's shuddering 
body went limp. She sighed; her half lidded eyes stared 
at something millions of miles away. April noted in 
triumph that Monica's cock had not yet cum, and still 
throbbed invitingly. She quickly stripped off her skirt 
and panties; it was time for her fun. She climbed on 
the examination table, and straddled Monica's hips. It 
took a few seconds to get all the parts in position. 
She didn't want that cute, little cock in her pussy; 
she wanted it on her clit. Monica caught on, and soon 
they established a hot fuck rhythm. It was just a 
matter of who was going to cum first. 

"Oh shit, yes!" gasped April, as she won the race to 
orgasm. She ground her hot cunt against Monica's spiffy 
little dick until it spurted once again. 

*

A week later, at school, Karen had the outline of a 
plan in mind. She was determined to humiliate her 
husband at least as much as he had humiliated her. Step 
one was to see if she could involve young Ron. She took 
off her jacket and hung it over the back of her office 
chair. No one could accuse her of dressing less than 
ladylike, however she had managed to reach provocative. 
Today, she was wearing a dark, pencil skirt which 
showed her ass nicely. Her sleeveless top, which 
stretched across her boobs, was white and just opaque 
enough to hint at her black lace bra.

She watched as Ron entered the library for his homeroom 
shift. She had made sure that there would be a minimum 
of traffic in the library that morning. At least there 
wouldn't be anything the other assistant couldn't 
handle. And that other assistant wasn't Amy, she 
wouldn't be around to distract Ron.

"Ron," she said briskly, "would you come with me? I 
need some help rearranging the books in storage."

"Yes, ma'am," said Ron. He hustled to throw his book 
bag behind the circulation desk and then join April. In 
seconds, they were walking down the hall away from the 
library. Stopping in front of an unmarked door, Karen 
produced a key and unlocked it. 

There was a bank of light switches just inside the 
door. Karen flicked on only one of the switches, 
leaving the room in dim light. The room was lined with 
shelves half-filled with unused textbooks and reference 
materials. There was a low table in the center of the 
room, also laden with books. The room was musty, but 
the air conditioning made it tolerable. 

"Let's see," said Karen as she looked over the piles on 
the table. "Push these books to the center of the table 
and clear out an area here on the side."

"Okay," said Ron. He carefully pushed the dozen high 
stacks of books out of the way. When he finished, he 
stood back and waited on Karen for his next chore. To 
his surprise, she took a seat on the table that he had 
just cleared. He noticed that when she carelessly 
crossed her legs, Ms. Pearson's skirt rode almost 
crotch high on her legs. 

Karen liked the way his eyes roamed over her smooth 
legs. "Ron," she began, and his eyes jerked upward, 
"the real reason I brought you in here is to ask you 
about what you and Amy were doing it the workroom last 
week." She had to fight back the urge to smile at the 
wash of emotions that crossed Ron's face. His look went 
from surprised to guilty to worried and then his face 
settled into a tense neutrality. 

"We checked in those books," Ron said innocently. 
"Didn't we do them right?"

"You did the books correctly," Karen said coolly. "It 
was the blowjob afterward that I'm referring to."

"Oh, that," said Ron. He suddenly found the need to 
study the tops of his shoes. "Did Amy say something?" 
he mumbled. 

"No," said Karen. She inhaled deeply and took the 
plunge. "Actually, I watched as Amy's mouth played 
around on that huge cock you've got."

"Oh," said Ron again, somewhat low on vocabulary. He 
shifted his weight from one foot to the other, and then 
crossed his hands before his crotch. 

Is the little imp getting a hard-on right now? Karen 
asked herself. 

His eyes roamed upward to her legs once again, and his 
hands moved as if he was trying to surreptitiously move 
something in his pants. 

He is, thought Karen in amusement. He's all boy – use 
the word blowjob and he gets a hard-on. Maybe this 
wasn't going to be as awkward as she thought. "You've 
got an erection right now, don't you?" she said, trying 
to sound clinical. 

He acknowledged her with the barest nod of his head. 

Subconsciously, Karen had uncrossed her legs and leaned 
toward Ron's cock-bulge. Suddenly she realized what she 
was doing. "So," she said after clearing her throat, 
"did you force yourself on Amy?"

"No, heck no, Ms. Pearson," Ron protested. "She started 
it."

"Oh really," said Karen. "So, exactly what happened?"

Ron bit his lip in thought and said, "Uh... we finished 
the books, and Amy took me to the back of the room. And 
then we were sort of kissing... you know, things got 
hot... we were kind of rubbing together... and then 
she... uh, she opened my pants. I guess you know the 
rest."

Karen let her eyes bore into Ron's for several seconds. 
"That's the flimsiest story I've ever heard," she said, 
although she secretly believed him. "Are you really 
that good a kisser? Do you expect me to believe that 
she found you so unresistable?"

"I...uh...I guess so," said Ron. 

"Okay," said Karen. She leaned forward and tilted her 
head. "Show me."

Ron looked startled, but he didn't demure. He moved 
closer, tilting his head first one way and then the 
other, trying to decide how to approach the slightly 
pouted lips of the school librarian. He finally decided 
to go to the right and pressed his lips softly on hers. 

Karen closed her eyes when Ron's lips settled on hers. 
She half expected a shy peck of a kiss, but no. Ron's 
lips moved on hers, softly yet firmly. She couldn't 
help but respond. Damn, but the boy could kiss. It 
wasn't long before their tongues were touching like 
live wires. No wonder Amy had sucked him off. 

Karen pulled back to catch her breath. "And then what 
happened?" she asked in order to give her time to 
think.

Ron could see the effect he was having on Karen. He 
said, "She pulled down my pants like this." He 
unbuttoned and unzipped until his loose fitting pants 
fell to his ankles. There was an obscene bulge in his 
boxers. With experienced fingers, Ron slid his cock 
through the underwear's slit. 

Karen's breath caught in her throat. Seeing his cock 
across a room was one thing, but now it was practically 
in her face. For years she'd seen only her husband's 
dick this up close and personal. "So big," she said 
breathed herself. She imagined two of her husband's 
dicks stuck end to end, and then two more beside them. 
Would that be enough to equal the mass of sex-meat 
before her? Probably, not even close. 

"Oh Ron," she whispered. Her hands came up and she used 
her fingertips to outline his cock.

Ron was amazed at how sensitive his cock was to the 
feather light brush of Karen's fingers. His throbbing 
member twitched involuntarily and a drool of pre-cum 
dripped from his cock-slit.

Karen caught the clear, slick emission and rubbed it 
into Ron's flared cock-head. Her husband's full loads 
didn't equal this much pre-cum. She used a forefinger 
to rub in the liquid and was rewarded by another 
discharge; this one was even larger than the first. She 
caught this one in her palm and began to rub it on his 
shaft. She looked up and saw that Ron had his eyes 
closed, just enjoying everything. "How about a nice 
hand-job?" 

"Yes...please," said Ron.

Karen chuckled, he was unfailingly polite. She used 
both hands; one slid smoothly on his shaft and the 
other bumped over his bulging cock-head. An 
unbelievably steady amount of pre-cum kept her hands 
slick. She watched his reactions as he softly moaned 
and rocked his hips in time with her strokes. She 
brought him to the edge of orgasm twice. He was making 
so much pre-cum now that she couldn't use it all; the 
stuff was dripping to the floor. At last, she held his 
dick steady and jerked hard and quick.

"Ohhh...Ms. Pearson, I'm going to cum," he gasped.

On impulse, Karen kissed and tongued the slit in his 
cock-head. She should have guessed what would happen. 
His cock erupted with a riot of cum. She had to 
practically gulp down his boy-cream. 

Karen would have loved to test her theory that Ron 
could easily keep his dick hard enough to slam her 
pussy, but their time was running out. Besides, she had 
bigger plans. She watched as he put away his only 
slightly softened cock. As he buttoned, and zipped his 
pants, she said, "Ron, how would you like to do a huge 
favor for me?"

*

A few days later, after school, Karen and Ron climbed 
into her Lexus. Karen drove for miles, finally pulling 
into the lot of an upscale hotel. She pulled around the 
building and parked in a side lot. She and Ron avoided 
the lobby by going in a side door. Karen just wanted to 
get into the room as unnoticed as possible, but they 
had to share an elevator with an elderly couple. Ron 
stood there with a grin on his face and his hands in 
his pockets, probably playing with himself, Karen 
feared. She half expected the man of the couple to 
accuse her of some horrible sex crime; she was certain 
it was written all over her face.

After what seemed like an hour, the elevator stopped. 
Karen and Ron exited. They went down the hall and 
stopped at their room. She had been in touch with Mr. 
Archer, her private detective, and his agency had set 
up everything, including renting and equipping the 
room. One of Archer's men had delivered the room's 
keycard to her that morning. She used it on the lock 
and opened the door. 

"Hey, this is nice," said Ron. He ran across the room 
and leapt on the king-sized bed, bounced twice and hit 
the floor on the other side. 

"Let's try to leave the furniture in one piece," said 
Karen. She looked around the room. It was nice, but 
nothing special. Archer had assured her that the entire 
room would be well covered by cameras – something like 
high quality nanny-cams. She spotted a wall clock that 
looked out of place; there's probably one in there, she 
thought. 

"We've got a balcony," announced Ron. He'd opened a 
sliding glass door and was standing outside. Karen 
walked up behind him. The balcony actually opened into 
the hotel's atrium. Four floors below them was the 
lobby, a coffee shop, souvenir stands and even an 
indoor pool.  

"I wonder if anyone ever tries to dive into the pool 
from here?" Ron said as he leaned over the high balcony 
edge. 

Karen looked at the distances involved. "Not sober, and 
only once," she said dryly. She plucked at Ron's shirt 
and said, "We don't have all afternoon." 

"Okay," he said in cheerful anticipation of what was to 
come.

Karen went to the edge of the bed and sat. She motioned 
Ron close and found the long bulge of his cock within 
his pants. She ran her palm along its length as Ron 
stooped and gave her a good, wet kiss. "That feels 
good," he said. 

"Let's get these off," said Karen. She tugged at the 
end of his belt in order to loosen it. In seconds his 
pants and boxers were around his ankles. His dick 
wasn't fully hard. Karen decided to rectify that 
situation in short order. She lifted the head of his 
dick to her lips and slipped them over the boy's cock. 

"Oh yeah," said Ron. Karen sucked and licked his cock-
head steadily for three minutes. Ron felt the sap 
rising from his balls. He didn't want to look a gift-
blowjob in the mouth, so to speak, but he thought they 
had come here for more. "Ms. Pearson?" he said. "I kind 
of thought...you know..."

Karen took her lips off his now fiery red cock-head, 
but continued to stroke his shaft. "Fuck?" said Karen 
with a smile. "You thought we were going to fuck?"

"Uh, yeah," said Ron. His feeling of imminent orgasm 
began to fade. He was sorry that he'd said anything. 

"Don't worry," said Karen. "We'll get around to that. I 
just wanted to be sure that we started here." 

"Oh," said Ron. He wondered why, but then Karen's hot 
mouth engulfed his swollen cock-head once more. As the 
tip of her tongue worked at his cum slit, the only 
thought in his mind was to empty his achingly full 
balls. At her urging, he hadn't masturbated or had any 
kind of sex for a full day.

*

Eugene Pearson worked at his desk. As befitted the 
owner of a successful software company, he had the 
latest, greatest and fastest of computers. His flat-
panel monitor looked impressively large even as 
compared to the also impressively large expanse of his 
cherry wood desk on which it sat.

His office door opened and Nancy Webster entered. He 
gave her a warm smile as he watched her cover the 
distance to his desk. As usual, she was wearing a 
conservative business suit. But, also as usual, it did 
nothing to disguise her fantastic figure. 

"I have the progress reports," she said, indicating the 
sheet of paper in her hand. 

"Good," said Eugene. They both knew that she could have 
easily e-mailed the information to his desk. But then 
she wouldn't have had the chance to come behind the 
desk to his side. She wouldn't have bent over, handing 
him the paper, letting her long, blonde hair tickle his 
cheek, and she wouldn't have been able to grind her 
full breast against his shoulder. 

Eugene took the paper and stared at the report barely 
registering the information. He was nearly overwhelmed 
by Nancy's nearness and the smell of her perfume. 
They'd promised one another to keep things professional 
at the office, but she couldn't resist these teases, 
and he couldn't resist letting her. He lifted his free 
hand to cup her magnificent breast just as there was a 
loud, abrupt chirp from his computer. A bright red pop-
up appeared on his monitor. It was a priority e-mail. 
There were only a dozen people who could interrupt his 
day like this. Eugene clicked on the pop-up.

"It's an e-mail from my wife," he said.

"I'll give you some privacy," said Nancy, moving away.

"No, wait," said Eugene. He captured Nancy in the crook 
of his arm. "It's probably just a reminder of some 
social engagement." Suddenly, he found the idea of 
reading his wife's e-mail while he fondled his mistress 
very arousing. In fact, he thought he was getting a 
hard-on, something that didn't usually happen without 
plenty of preparation. Maybe he'd break his rule about 
not fooling around at the office. They could lock the 
door, and Nancy could give him one of her blowjobs. 
He'd have to settle for that today. No matter how sexy 
the situation, he probably couldn't get his dick hard 
enough for a fuck. 

Eugene ran his hand under Nancy's skirt. He caressed 
her satin smooth skin and squeezed her bare ass cheek. 
She must be wearing a thong, he thought. He clicked on 
the e-mail; it contained the simple message: 'watch 
this.' There was an attachment to the e-mail.

"It's some sort of video," Eugene said, examining the 
file extension. "One of her kids must have done 
something cute." He clicked on the attachment. Thanks 
to his computer's enormous download speed, it was mere 
seconds before the application began to run. Eugene ran 
his fingers up Nancy's inner thigh. 

"Mmm...that's nice," she murmured and spread her legs 
to accommodate his exploring fingers. 

The screen split. It looked as if two videos had been 
melded into one file so as to run simultaneously. On 
the left, there appeared what seemed to be the interior 
of some public building. On the right was a bedroom or 
maybe it was a hotel room. A boy, or at least a slim 
young man, appeared and bounced onto the bed. 

"That's us...that's us in Dallas," gasped Nancy. 

"What?" said Eugene, thoroughly confused. He followed 
Nancy's pointing finger. On the left of the screen he 
saw himself and Nancy as they crossed the lobby of the 
hotel in Dallas, Texas. "Oh, I guess it is. I wonder 
where this video came from?"

"I'd certainly like to know," Nancy said. She was 
beginning to sound pissed and worried at the same time, 
because now she could see Eugene in his hotel bedroom. 
Her eyes drifted back to the other side of the screen. 

"Isn't that your wife?" Nancy asked.

Eugene's eyes jerked back to the right. "It is," he 
said simply; his voice sounded hollow. He watched as 
Karen and the boy went to the bed. She took a seat and 
began to rub the front of his pants. 

Eugene felt the blood drain from his face. What the 
fuck was going on here? And who the fuck was this guy 
with his wife? He tried to make out the stranger's 
face, but his features had been artfully and digitally 
smudged. Now his wife was lowering the guy's pants, 
and...

"Oh....my...god!" Nancy said in awe as the boy's cock 
appeared. It was long, and it was thick, and it was 
entirely out of proportion to the rest of his body. 

"I can't believe it," said Eugene, meaning his wife's 
actions. 

"I know," Nancy said dreamily. "Isn't it awesome?" 
Clearly, she wasn't referring to anything Karen was 
doing. 

Eugene began to flick his gaze from one side of the 
screen to the other. On the left, Nancy entered the 
picture. On the right, Karen was giving the boy a 
world-class blowjob. "Oh shit," he said, sounding 
depressed. It was obvious now. His wife had found out 
about his affair, and she had countered with some sort 
of fling with this young stud. The contrast between 
himself and this guy couldn't be more revealing. On the 
screen, Nancy had easily taken the whole of his puny 
dick into her mouth. While Karen had to struggle to 
merely get her mouth around her lover's bloated cock-
head. She had to use both hands to jerk the boy's 
shaft. 

After a minute of vigorous fellatio, Karen backed off 
the big throbber. She quickly removed her top and bra 
as the boy took his cock in hand and kept himself 
primed. Karen pushed her tits up and together as she 
said something to him. The boy looked slightly 
disappointed, but then his hand quickened, his face 
screwed up and he tilted his cock toward Karen's 
uplifted breasts. A thick, white rope of cum erupted 
from the slit in his cock-head. It streamed from her 
collar bone, across the creamy skin of her breast to 
the nipple. Karen shifted to her right and the next – 
even larger- shot of cum landed between her tits. 
Another rope of cum landed on her left breast. 

"Oh my god, look at all that cum!" gasped Nancy. 

Eugene felt her rubbing her slit on his hand. She was 
getting turned on at the sight of the boy's cum spewing 
cock. Out of reflex, he shifted his fingers so that he 
could stroke her clit. On the left of the screen, his 
earlier self had already spent his tiny squirts in 
Nancy's mouth, while on the right, this boy continued 
to coat his wife's breasts. She laughed as his cream 
filled her cleavage.  

At least it's over, thought Eugene as the last drops 
oozed from the boy's cock. On the screen, Karen said 
something to the boy as she smiled and admired the huge 
deposit of cum on her tits. She arose, holding her 
breasts so that none of the boy's cream would drip on 
the rug. His wife was fastidious, even in this bizarre 
situation. She disappeared from the screen and the boy 
finished undressing. His cock still jutted obscenely 
from his slim, nearly hairless body. 

The scene shifted and now the boy was entering the 
bathroom. Karen had managed to get rid of most of his 
jism. There was only a remaining sheen on her tits. She 
was naked and testing the water from a flowing shower 
head. 

I guess it's not over, rethought Eugene. Karen and the 
boy stepped into the shower without bothering to pull 
the curtain. The boy took a washcloth, put some soft-
soap on it and reverently cleaned her breasts. By the 
time he was through, her nipples were stiff and erect. 
Then she soaped up her hands and began to stroke his 
cock. In seconds it went from impressively hard to 
pointing-at the-ceiling hard.

"He didn't even get soft," said Nancy in awe. She 
squeezed her thighs around Eugene's hand. 

Eugene knew what was coming next. Please don't show it, 
he thought silently. But then there it was. On the left 
of the screen he and Nancy appeared in the shower of 
their room. The camera angle was awkward. It must have 
been hidden somehow between the tiles in a corner. He 
and Nancy kissed and caressed. He paid tons of 
attention to her fantastic tits and ass, but despite 
all the play, he never got really hard. Nancy was nice 
enough – or at least smart enough – not to say 
anything. She simply encircled his floppy dick with her 
thumb and forefinger. Then she jerked him as his cock-
head jumped around as if it were on a string. 

Eugene could guess what was coming next also. Whoever 
had made this video had timed things just right. On the 
left, Eugene saw his orgasm. At least he knew that he 
had had an orgasm at that point. It was hard to tell 
from simply looking. After all, the drops of cum that 
he had produced had been lost in the flow of shower 
water. 

In huge contrast, another torrent of cum erupted from 
the boy's cock. The white stream leapt upwards and fell 
across Karen's arms. She adjusted the boy's aim as more 
shots of cum rocketed outward. The white spew splashed 
against the red tile of the shower and spilled down in 
thick, gooey streams. 

Nancy pressed Eugene's fingers against her weeping 
cunt. "He's so hot," she said, eyeing Mrs. Pearson and 
her lover as they fell onto the hotel room bed. Nancy 
ignored the left half of the screen. She couldn't 
bother to be outraged at the invasion of her privacy. 
"Could this be shot all on the same day?" she said 
incredulously. "I mean it looks like it's done 
practically in real time."

"I know," croaked Eugene. He felt ridiculous. His 
mistress / girlfriend was using his hand to masturbate 
on while she watched his wife cuckold him with a boy. 
He was feeling humiliated, and his shoulder was aching 
from holding it in this awkward position for so long. 
He was also feeing something else, and he couldn't 
believe it. He was getting turned on. Despite 
everything, he was getting a hard-on. 

On the screen, the boy was lying flat on his back. His 
dick had had the decency to flag a bit. But now Karen 
was taking him into her mouth. In seconds, the boy was 
back to full hard. "You really like this, don't you?" 
he asked Nancy.

She managed to drag her eyes away from the screen and 
look at Eugene. She gave him a look mixed with pity and 
anxiety. "I'm sorry, Gene," she said. She was the only 
one he allowed to call him Gene. "But I don't 
know...it's just all so sexy."

Eugene increased the speed of his fingers on her clit 
despite the pain in his arm. "You want him, don't you?" 
he said, gesturing to the boy who was vigorously boning 
his wife.

Nancy's eyes cut back to the screen. "Yes, yes," she 
practically sobbed. She was cumming on Eugene's hand. 
He could feel her thighs tremble and suddenly her 
panties were soaked. She'd gushed enough vaginal juices 
to coat his fingers.

When Nancy recovered enough to function, Eugene said, 
"Okay then, first of all go lock that door before 
someone stumbles in here. Then you're going to suck me 
off, and I promise I'll see what I can do about 
fulfilling your wish." 

"Oh Gene," Nancy squealed. She'd reverted from a 
polished business woman to a thrilled schoolgirl. She 
scampered to the door and turned the lock. Eugene 
pulled down his zipper and managed to bring his cock-
head into the open. On the screen, the boy was between 
his wife's legs, fucking her with long, powerful 
strokes. 

That's it you son-of-a-bitch, he thought. Fuck the shit 
out of her. Pound that cunt until she's screaming. Make 
that hole so big I won't be able to feel the sides when 
I fuck her again. If I ever get to fuck her again, he 
thought ruefully. 

He stroked his dick with one finger until Nancy could 
get between his knees. As her mouth engulfed his 
surprisingly rigid cock, he wondered how he could make 
good on his promise.

End