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Hockey Weekend in Boston
by HockeyMom

***

An incredibly "interesting" long weekend spent in Boston 
recently, chaperoning my son and his friend to a hockey 
tournament. Things didn't quite work out as planned, 
especially when my husband canceled on me. (F/m-teen, 
nc, anal, panty fetish)

*** 

I'm a forty-something hockey mom and I just returned 
from an extremely interesting long weekend in Boston. I 
had taken my fifteen year old son up there for a 
tournament, along with one of his team-mates...

Being employed full-time with a teenage son who's a 
reasonably talented hockey player can be a bit of a drag 
at times. This time of year is one of the worst, as work 
is busy, the local hockey schedule is busy and there is 
often a weekend tournament to consider as well - and not 
all of them are close to home. 

This past weekend we had a tournament in Boston (I live 
near Philly) and we (my husband and I) had offered to 
take one of the other boys who also played on the same 
local team as Greg (my son) up to Boston with us, as 
Ben's father had two other kids at home to look after 
and in order to be up there in Boston in time for the 
7am game on Thursday morning, we would need to drive up 
on the Wednesday evening.

So after Tuesday practice (you following all this?), I 
brought Ben home with Greg to spend the night at our 
house, so it would be easier to just leave whenever I 
wanted on the Wednesday and head up straight to Boston, 
where James (my husband) would meet us on the Friday 
evening after he completed his work-week in PA. I was 
taking the Thursday and Friday as vacation days.

It had been a while since we'd had Ben over our house, 
but I made him up a bed in the basement and he pretty 
much crashed as soon as he stumbled into it. It had been 
a long day for all of us, especially for the poor kids 
who had a double practice that evening.

*

Wednesday morning, I was up around my usual time and 
went about my daily routine when I work from home. On 
those days, I don't even shower until some point in the 
afternoon, unless I have to go out earlier for some 
reason. So I spent much of the day sitting in shorts and 
t-shirt in front of the computers in my office. The boys 
woke up mid-morning and I fixed them some food, 
returning to my desk to try to complete my work for the 
week before we had to leave.

Around 2pm or so, I decided I may as well take my 
shower, dress and pack for the weekend. Our shower is in 
the master bathroom, which is only accessible via the 
master bedroom. Just as I turned off the water, I swear 
I heard the bedroom door click. "Weird", I thought to 
myself. "Maybe it's just the dog?"

I toweled myself dry and noticed one of the dogs on my 
bed - that must have been it, I decided. Then I went to 
pick up the shorts, t-shirt, bra and panties I'd been 
wearing, to put them in the laundry hamper (I know, I'm 
a slob - I really should have put them right in when I 
took them off, instead of leaving them on the bathroom 
floor) and stopped dead in puzzlement - my pale yellow 
panties were NOT on top of the pile, yet I knew I'd 
taken them off last.

I called the dog over and he sniffed the pile of 
discarded clothing "Did you take my panties, boy?" 
Obviously the dog just grinned at me with that goofy 
"I'll do anything for you, if only I understood you" 
expression on his face. I checked over the other side of 
the bed, wondering if perhaps he'd dragged them around 
the room a bit - no sign of them. 

It wouldn't have been the first time I'd caught him with 
a wad of worn panties in his mouth, but there were only 
so many places he'd ever take them. Not a sign. Oh well, 
on with the dressing and packing - they'd show up sooner 
or later. In my relative naivety, I never imagined one 
of the kids might have taken them...

Our drive up to Boston was uneventful - only one spot of 
inclement weather and we made it in about five and a 
half hours. For the first two nights, the three of us 
would be sharing one room (two beds, of course), then 
Ben and his father (and two other kids) would have a 
separate room when James arrived to share ours on the 
Friday evening. Greg and Ben shared one bed while I had 
the other. The kids crashed almost right away and I 
watched some TV for a while (hard to go to sleep 
straight away after a long drive) before I turned it off 
and turned in, too.

I thought I slept pretty well on Wednesday night, but I 
did have the strangest dream. At least, I thought it was 
a dream at the time, but in retrospect it was likely at 
least partly for real. I imagined someone lifting the 
covers from behind me (I tend to sleep on whatever side 
faces the bathroom and in this case it was my right 
side) and snuggling against me. This was not at all 
unpleasant and didn't seem to bother me in the least. I 
felt breath in my hair (I have long, chestnut-auburn 
hair, down to just past my shoulders), gently stirring 
the back of my neck. As I said, not an unpleasant dream 
at all.

A light brushing of my upper arm made me shiver a tiny 
bit, then I felt the weight of somebody else's forearm 
on my bicep. Ahhh, James wants to snuggle, that's so 
unlike him these days, but so nice... it's been way too 
long...

The sensation of fingers very slowly and gently 
caressing my left boob through the t-shirt I wore to 
sleep. So tired, but yet my nipple didn't seem to 
hesitate to stand to attention. Fingers stroking along 
the top and bottom of my nipple, almost rolling it 
between them. Not at all an unpleasant sensation, but I 
was soooo tired "James, honey", I murmured in my sleep 
"I'm sooo tired - can we wait a while?"

The fingers withdrew and I slumbered deeper.

*

Thursday morning came around way too early. We had to be 
up and out by 5:30am for the 7am game. None of us 
showered, as the boys could shower after the game and I 
really didn't need one. As I stood in the bathroom 
brushing my hair, I remembered the previous night's 
dream and when I took off my panties to change them, was 
mortified to feel how wet they still were from that 
dream! I balled them up and tucked them into the bottom 
of the laundry bag before rousing the boys and calling 
them to action. Both buys seemed to take forever in the 
bathroom (individually) - I had no clue until much later 
what at least one of them had been up to in there.

We went to the game, had a good time (and a great game, 
with a 12-0 thrashing of the other team) then had lunch 
and decided to go to a movie to pass some time before 
the evening game. The day passed quite uneventfully and 
we played ok in the evening, but not quite as well as 
the morning game.

We had a late dinner with several of the other players 
and parents, then the kids went up to their rooms while 
some of the parents (myself included) had a few drinks 
in the hotel bar. I make a point of never drinking very 
much in these situations - there is always at least one 
sleazebag who will try to take advantage of a woman 
there without her husband. By midnight, I'd only had 
three beers and called it a night.

As I opened my room door, I heard a frantic, fumbling 
noise from inside the bathroom. Sounded like someone was 
rustling through a plastic bag. I heard the bathroom 
door click shut as I pushed the main door fully open. 
Greg was in bed, fast asleep. So it must be Ben in the 
bathroom. Sure enough, he emerged after a couple 
minutes, mumbled goodnight and slipped into bed. I had 
to pee, so it was my turn for the bathroom and I was 
going to change into my sleep clothes in there anyway.

As I was sitting on the toliet, I noticed my laundry bag 
was most definitely NOT where I'd left it earlier in the 
day. I finished, blotted, flushed and bent over to 
investigate - someone had obviously been going through 
the contents (I used to travel a lot, so had gotten into 
the habit of a very specific routine for stashing worn 
clothing). I dug a little and my fingers came in contact 
with something wet. 

I cringed as I slowly withdraw the panties I'd worn the 
previous day. They were no longer balled-up, but were 
randomly crumpled, with a sticky mess on one side. I 
didn't want to believe what that mess was, but suddenly 
my head spun as everything clicked. 

Ben, my son's team-mate, had a thing about my panties. 
He'd been jerking off into them and probably doing 
goodness knows what else with them. Ugh! I rinsed them 
in the sink, again and again, both disgusted and 
humiliated at the same time. 

The little perv - and he was only fifteen! On the other 
hand, I could hardly approach him and tell him to 
refrain from masturbating into my panties, could I? I'd 
die of embarrassment! Same for asking his father - he'd 
probably interpret it as a come-on line! Oh what to do, 
other than ignore it and know this night would be his 
last chance to mess with my underwear! He must have 
taken the yellow pair while I was showering, too! He may 
even have watched me shower! This was terrible.

I decided to take a quick shower if only for the feeling 
of being cleansed from this, this, THIS. No adequate 
words came to mind to describe the vile creature with 
the innocent overtones who had been perpetrating all 
this over the last couple days.

Then it struck me WORSE - was that Ben who had snuck 
into my bed last night, too? No, surely it couldn't have 
been. That WAs a dream, right? Now I didn't know fact 
from fiction - I was a mess. I suddenly realized I'd 
been standing under the hot water for ages, got out and 
put on my sleep clothes. Sleep didn't come easy that 
night, believe me. I laid on my other side and watched 
the boys' bed through slitted eyes for a long, long 
time.

Our first Friday game wasn't until 10am - much more 
civilized. So we got up (I had no recollection of 
anything untoward happening in the night), got dressed, 
had breakfast downstairs and headed off to the rink. I 
didn't gave Ben any chance at all to mess with my 
clothes - I had the laundry bag under my eye the whole 
time he was in the bedroom or bathroom.

The rest of the day passed uneventfully with ONE 
exception - my wonderful (that's sarcasm, btw) husband 
called me to say he had to work the weekend and so 
couldn't make it up to Boston - just cancel his room and 
he'd see us at home on Sunday. This was not the first 
time he'd pulled something like this - I know I should 
have come to expect it by now - I don't know why he 
keeps doing this. He puts me in these 'single hockey 
mom' situations all the time. He says he trusts me and 
knows I can take care of myself. 

Maybe so, but I don't trust OTHERS. In fact, I could 
almost swear he wants me to get up to some mischief but 
that is so not me. I just avoid getting myself in 
situations that could even have a chance of leading to 
anything like that.

Ben's father showed up toward the end of the evening 
game, with his two daughters. Turned out the hotel only 
had rooms with a single king bed and did I mind if Ben 
continued to sleep with Greg? Wow. That put me in a VERY 
awkward situation. If James had still been coming, it 
would have been an easy push-back, but I'd already set 
the precedent for Greg and Ben sharing the second bed in 
my room. 

Stuck between a rock and a hard place, am I, as one of 
my dearest friends keeps telling me, too darned nice for 
my own good. What choice did I have without explaining 
why that would be ill-advised? It was only two more 
nights. I could handle it.

After a very late dinner that night, I hit the bar 
harder than I'm usually comfortable doing. Dave was 
there to make sure I didn't get into any trouble and I 
felt perfectly safe with him - it was his son who 
perturbed me! The beers went down easily, then the 
cocktails, then the shots. Oh my! It must have been 
around 1am when Dave delivered me safely to my room as 
he retired to his.

I just threw my clothes off in the dark, not caring 
where they ended up and slipped into my bed in my bra 
and panties. It vaguely registered in my blurry mind 
that Ben probably had a great time with my old panties 
that evening once Greg went to sleep. Oh well - after 
tonight, just one more night here.

I must have fallen asleep (or passed out!) pretty 
quickly, for I woke muzzily as I felt the bed behind me 
dip, as if with the weight of a body. The clock read 
1:55am - I couldn't have been asleep for long. Again, 
the warmth of a body against my back. This was no dream 
this time. For better or worse, the amount of alcohol I 
had consumed dampened my reactions and I didn't 
noticably tense at the touch of the stranger's hand on 
my arm. 

In my slightly inebriated state, I wondered how far he 
would risk going, how much of my body he would explore 
without my consent? As his hand slid across my bicep and 
down onto my chest, he hesitated as he found my bra. How 
did he intend to deal with that, I wondered? Turned out 
the little brat was way more expert than I had expected. 
He simply moved back a little from my back and almost 
expertly undid the clasp, in the dark, with one hand! If 
I'd truly been asleep, I'd likely have slept right 
through it, he was that good!

He then proceeded to slip the left strap over and off my 
shoulder, smoothly and silently, onto my upper arm. The 
whole time, he breathed his warm exhalations into my 
neck, through my hair. I have to admit, the sensation 
was quite enjoyable and I did find myself wondering 
about the feelings building between my thighs. Gulp. I 
felt his crotch push against by butt cheeks. He was no 
midget down there. 

His left hand made its way inside the cup of my 
partially-removed bra, fingertips stroking and lightly 
squeezing the flesh of my left boob. My nipples were 
already quite excited as I tried to keep my breathing 
steady and sleep-like. I tried so hard to feign a 
continued, drunken sleep as this fifteen year old friend 
of my son caressed my boob, my nipple and then 
progressed down to my belly.

How far should I let him go? I knew I was letting my 
inhibitions down because I was partly-drunk, but I was 
also by now thoroughly enjoying his gentle, covert 
ministrations. Nobody (other than a co-worker one time) 
had touched me like this in many years. Was I so wrong 
to find it enjoyable?

His hand slipped lower, edging inside the waistband of 
my panties. No! This had already gone too far. I rolled 
away from him and whispered, ferociously but so as not 
to wake Greg "No! Stop what you're doing! This isn't 
right! I didn't invite you into my bed and you are NOT 
going to take advantage of me having had a few drinks 
tonight!" I was quite pleased with myself for getting 
all that out without slurring much or waking Greg!

Ben's reaction was to freeze. He withdraw his hand from 
the spot on the bed where I'd been and slowly made his 
way up and back to his own bed. I think he got the 
message, although my mind was in total and absolute 
turmoil by now. Was this the end of it? Would he try to 
take advantage of me again? Should I suggest Greg share 
my bed tomorrow night? I just didn't know the best 
course of action and it did not help one bit that I knew 
my pussy was soaking from the excitement and 
anticipation of just a few minutes ago!

"Uh - Mrs Davis?" Ben whispered from the other bed.

"What now?" I hissed back at him.

"Uh, I'm kinda sorry you're upset with me - didn't mean 
for that to happen."

Well, no kidding he didn't mean for that to happen, but 
he wasn't exactly apologizing for his actions, was he? 
Grrr. I stayed quiet, giving him the silent treatment to 
reflect upon.

*

I must have fallen asleep again shortly after, as next 
thing I knew I was waking to the 8am alarm on Saturday 
morning. Greg was already up and dressed (wow!) and Ben 
was still in the bathroom. I lay in bed and stretched - 
and as my right hand passed my face on the way up, I 
caught a whiff of something. An aroma I don't generally 
care for, but instantly identifiable to me. Had I 
masturbated in my sleep without realizing it? I 
cautiously sniffed my fingers without Greg noticing what 
I was doing. Unmistakably pussy. And unmistakably mine! 
I let my hand slip into the waistband of my panties - or 
I tried to, but found them just above my knees! What had 
I been doing? A quick exploration of my pussy revealed 
my clit was still engorged and quite sensitive and my 
vagina was most thoroughly lubricated with my own 
juices. 

I had no memory of masturbating in my sleep, but all the 
indications did point in that direction. Wow. This was a 
first for me and I didn't know how to handle it. Had Ben 
listened to me? Had he perhaps watched me? OMG - what if 
Greg had heard me? My face felt hot and I'm sure I was 
blushing as Ben exited the bathroom with a cheery 
"Morning, Mrs Davis! How'd you sleep?". I made my way 
into the bathroom without acknowledging him or even 
making eye contact with either boy. I was weak and 
shaking.

Saturday morning. We go home tomorrow, we go home 
tomorrow. I told myself this over and over again as I 
showered (again) to rid myself of my womanly perfume. I 
sure didn't want all the boys and their dads sniffing at 
me like a bitch in heat - that was how obvious I 
believed I smelled. To make it worse, no matter how I 
scrubbed and scrubbed my right hand, I could still 
detect my personal aroma from at least two of my fingers 
there. It just wouldn't go away.

The only game that day was at noon, but we planned to 
take the boys to the evening Red Sox game, so it would 
still be a relatively full day. Dave was such a saint - 
he could tell there was something up with me, but other 
than asking me if I was ok on a couple occasions, didn't 
push the matter. What could I have told him anyway? 

His fifteen year old son tried to seduce me last night, 
got in bed with me, took off my bra, fondled my boobs 
and tried to slip his hand inside my panties? And the 
whole thing had aroused me so much I got myself off in 
my sleep without realizing it??? I could just picture 
Dave's face at a revelation like that. Or, rather, I 
couldn't even picture his face - that was just so far 
outside our sphere of past conversations!

As bedtime neared, I got more and more nervous. I'd had 
a couple beers at the ballgame (well, four), but as I 
was driving back to the hotel, that was my limit. 
"Nightcap?" Dave asked me, as we walked through the 
lobby. I knew I shouldn't, but I didn't want to face the 
boys (especially Ben) in the room just yet. So I gave in 
and acquiesced. The two of us sat at a small table in 
the bar and another kid's parents joined us - just the 
four of us. 

I bitched a bit more about how my husband, James, often 
put me in these situations where I was a single woman 
away from home on weekends, often in hotel bars, almost 
waiting to get hit upon. The husband of the other couple 
said he was suprised James encouraged it, too - he said 
I was very attractive for my age and if he were single 
he'd have a go at me. At that point, Cindy, his wife, 
hit him really hard and we all laughed. I also told the 
story of how we were pretty sure a coach from a previous 
year had the hots for me, then James pulled out one 
weekend and I had to drive the coach to Pittsburg and 
back by myself (admittedly with Greg in the car, too). 

James had told me he was sure I could "handle anything 
that arose". In retrospect, I should have declined - I 
was just too naive. Fortunately, not much could have 
happened anyway with Greg in the car. Now I thought back 
on it some more, the coach had steered the conversation 
toward sex on more than one occasion - even WITH Greg in 
the car! Eeeeek.

I needed another drink. Or four. The hotel bar shut down 
at 2am and we took a bottle of wine to the sofas in the 
lobby to finish it (we all had kids in our rooms, 
hopefully asleep!). By around 3am, we headed upstairs to 
our respective rooms. As it turned out, Cindy and John 
were on my floor, so they walked me to my room.

I felt substantially more sober than I probably appeared 
to be. My nerves had me slightly on-edge in anticipation 
of whatever Ben may try to pull. On one hand, I knew it 
was wrong to let him do anything to or with me. On the 
other hand, I was pretty wound-up and incensed with 
James as I had recalled some of the situations he'd put 
me in over the last few years, always finding an excuse 
not to accompany me on these trips - and when he DID 
come with us, he would usually turn in around 9 or 10pm 
and not even come down to the bar!

I undressed totally in the dark. Was my mind made up 
already and the action of being naked in the room a 
confirmation I would let Ben touch me in the night? 
Maybe even encourage him to do so? I slipped into my 
bed, acting a little clumsily on purpose so perhaps if 
Ben was awake, he'd think my guard was down again.

It didn't take long. Within five minutes of me getting 
into my bed, I felt the familiar feel of the bed being 
compressed behind me, followed by the warmth of another 
body against my back. This time, I didn't detect any 
underwear on the other person - just a firm, hot 
erection being pressed against my butt. I guess I had 
already decided to play along tonight - I was in just 
"that mood". 

I feigned drunken-ness, mumbling something incoherent as 
I shifted a little, causing my butt to rub against the 
lovely feel of that erection. I knew it wouldn't take 
much to get me soaked and ready to engulf it. As usual, 
I felt his hand on my left boob. I made a movement to 
kind of lay back against him and spread my legs a 
little. His erection was quite firmly trapped under me 
as he caressed first my left boob, then my right. My 
nipples were on fire and I was loving the attention.

I used my right hand to reach between my thighs and 
touch my pussy lips - they were already awash with my 
juices and my clit was puffed up and ready for 
attention. I let my fingertips trail across it and 
moaned, very quietly (or so I thought at the time!). I 
felt Ben's cock jerk beneath my left butt-cheek. I 
enjoyed making him do that! He let his left hand slide 
down my belly to my pubic hair, groom its way through 
and down to my labia. I must have felt like I was 
burning up, for he gasped aloud as his fingers met my 
hot clit and swept past into my even hotter, wetter 
vagina.

At this point, I think we both knew there was no going 
back - we were in this 'til the end, wherever that may 
lead us this evening. For my part, I shimmied my butt 
some more, causing him to whimper slightly - I guess the 
overall sensation had him pretty close to cumming, so 
early, too. I knew I was extremely turned on, but I 
didn't think Ben had the knowledge or experience to get 
me off too quickly, if that was even his intent. Men are 
funny like that - some want to get themselves off, but 
some only want to get you off. The latter kind are very 
good lovers!

I moaned quietly as Ben's fingers explored my vagina. I 
wriggled my butt just far enough up the bed such that 
his cock sprang out between my thighs, just below my 
pussy. It didn't feel particularly thick, but it was of 
a good length and definitely quite rigid. Kind of hard 
to tell really, with only the sensation of my thighs as 
a form of measurement. In fact, deciding I needed a 
little more information, I slid my hand down and sought 
the tip with my fingers. 

Hmmmmmmm. Uncircumsized - that will be a new experience 
for me, I surmised. I stretched my hand lower, around 
the length of his shaft. Now it was Ben's turn to moan, 
perhaps a little more loudly than ideal, given Greg was 
sleeping a few feet away. His cock wasn't very thick at 
all. Boy still had quite a bit of growing to do, else he 
would have a skinny cock forever. No matter to me - I 
needed it inside me. And soon!

I used my left hand to guide the tip of his cock to the 
entrance of my vagina. Then I moved my hand back up so 
my fingers could caress my clit as I pushed down on his 
fifteen year old cock. The motion was fluid and short as 
I engulfed him with my wet, hot vagina. 
"Gaaaaawwwdddd!", he uttered, in a strangulated sort of 
way, as he went balls-deep into me. 

Completely forgetting Greg was in the other bed, I 
started humping back on Ben's cock, while pressing my 
forefinger against my engorged clit at the same time. 
That felt so good - it had literally been years since I 
had a cock inside of me. I cooed rhythmically as I see-
sawed back and forth on his cock. This was nice, really 
nice. Then I remembered about birth control - or lack 
thereof! I wasn't on the pill (I wasn't used to sex!), 
my periods were irregular at best and my mother had 
stayed fertile well into her fifties and I was only 
forty-six!

"Ben, honey - we can't finish like this - I'm so sorry - 
I can't risk getting pregnant". There. I said it. Ben, 
however, appeared oblivious to my announcement, still 
rocking away in my front passage. So I moved my hips and 
pelvis forward a little, causing him to pull out with a 
wet plop. He whimpered a little, trying to push it back 
in (and to be honest, I wanted it back in, too!), but I 
kept my pussy just out of his reach. But I was so close 
to cumming! And I needed my orgasm so badly and I needed 
to clamp down on something, squeeze something inside of 
me, as I came.

Feeling naughtier than I ever recall feeling in my life, 
I wiggled my butt a little to align the tip of Ben's 
cock with my butt-hole. I had never done this before, 
but Ben's cock seemed thin enough, I ought to be able to 
accommodate him, at least to some extent. And I was 
still loose enough from the drinking to be able to relax 
my muscle back there just enough for Ben to widen it 
with the head of his cock as I frantically stroked my 
clit. 

God, that felt good! I bore down on him a little more as 
he started to rock "don't push, honey - let me do all 
the moving, please" I requested. It felt so tight back 
there and oh so naughty. To be honest, I don't know if I 
was getting off more on the sensation or the thought of 
what we were doing. Ben, his cock penetrating his 
friend's mom's butt - with Greg in the same room!

This wasn't as easy-going as I had expected, though.

It didn't exactly hurt, but he wasn't going in easy. I 
moved my pelvis forward and rolled onto my elbows and 
knees. He popped out, but quickly got the idea. Ben 
repositioned himself on his knees behind my upturned 
butt and I guided him once more into my extremely wet 
pussy. A couple strokes (very nice ones!) and his cock 
was as lubricated as it would ever get. I repositioned 
him at my butt-hole and pushed back against his rod. The 
head slipped in much more easily this time and I pushed 
back some more, resting on my left elbow and forearm as 
the fingers of my right hand danced around my labia and 
clit. 

I pushed back some more, feeling Ben's cock slide into 
my rectum, inch by inch. Once the head was fully past my 
sphincter, the rest was much easier going in this 
position. The feeling of just being so full was 
incredible. I've never had that sensation with vaginal 
sex. His cock felt like it was three times the size it 
had been in my vagina.

He started to rock a little and I stopped him. No in-
and-out moving. My back passage was way too sensitive 
for that. Just hold it in there and I'd do the moving. I 
didn't know how much longer I could hold off from 
cumming - I was so close to there as my fingers flew 
across my throbbing, pulsing clit. I slipped a couple 
fingers into my vagina - I was so incredibly wet AND I 
could feel his cock through the joining membranes. That 
put me over the edge.

I don't know what kind of noises I made. I know I tried 
to stay quiet, but I'm almost sure I wasn't 100% 
successful. My muscles all seemed to clench in waves, 
starting with my pelvis where my rectum gripped down 
hard on poor Ben's cock. That was the trigger for him, 
too - I know he grunted and made a funny, high-pitched 
squealing sound as he released his white-hot load into 
my bowels - which in turn caused ME to have a second 
orgasm on top of the first one which was still coursing 
through my poor body!

When the two waves met, it was like an intense kind of 
cramping. When they separated, it was a kind of 
indescribable ecstasy - a relief that made the pain 
before and after eminently tolerable. I truly can't find 
adequate words to convey the mixture of lovely 
sensations coursing through my body. And poor Ben back 
there, his cock trapped inside my back passage until I 
could relax my muscles enough to let him go.

"Mrs Davis?" he asked, after a couple minutes had 
passed. "Huh?" I responded, trying to gather myself back 
to a modicum of coherency.

"Mrs Davis, that was the most wonderful experience I 
ever had in my life. Thank you so much. I won't be 
bothering you like this again, but could you, er, let me 
have my dick back? I need to move...."

My fuzzy mind took a few more seconds to register he was 
still firmly entombed in my back passage. My orgasms had 
left me REALLY tight back there and I had to push, 
almost as if I was pooping, to release him. And to be 
honest, it did hurt me a little, too - I guess I'm just 
not built for that kind of sexual entertainment, even 
with the thin cock of a fifteen year old.

I slumped forward onto my belly and chest as Ben backed 
away and returned to his own bed. Greg appeared to have 
slept through it all, much to my relief. Now I have to 
wonder if Ben is going to tell any of his friends about 
our little adventures - I sure hope not, because then it 
will be sure to get to either Greg or Dave and from one 
of them to James. And if word gets around the hockey 
team that Kirstie is an "easy lay" and "takes it in the 
ass", that does not bode well for my reputation.

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
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