Date: Sat, 28 Jul 2012 03:56:52 -0700 (PDT) From: Julian Otero Subject: Kids at Hamilton High part 2 Kids at Hamilton High part 2 Kenny's First Visit We were delighted and excited when the boy said he would visit. Kenny arrived and we showed him around our place. His fresh slender beauty lit up the house; I was immediately captivated. He was the first student we had over. I had no trouble picturing the three of us in bed, so glad Jeanie had asked him over. I could hardly wait to add him to my list of boy conquests. Shy and smiling, he let us lead him on a quick tour of our snug condo. Jeanie dressed in the outfit I encouraged her to wear: nothing but a loose white cotton tank top and old worn cutoff jeans so short the bottom of her ass peaked out. I let the kid go up the stairs first to have his jeans-clad butt in my face and it was all I could do to not grab his hips and put my face there. I would try hard to fuck this boy, if not today, as soon as possible. We settled on the veranda with drinks. Jeanie and I gave each other a tiny smile when Kenny did not refuse the wine. In this way we passed the next hour in small talk, relaxing under the awning as the sun moved lower in the west. My cargo shorts were loose and when I straddled the lounge chair with my legs I could feel and occasional breeze in my groin. It made my cock stir. We kept the discussion to small, silly things to put the Kenny at ease. He was rather stiff and too polite but gorgeous all the same. When I told him his father must be proud of his jv accomplishment he looked down. "My dad and mom are going through a hard time... I don't think they're gonna stay together." This last sentence caught in his throat. Jeanie had told me he was an only child. Samantha thinks Kenny is queer "The thing is he always seems to run away when I get close to him, so close I can smell him." "Look, honey, I think he's gay." "Really? Such a shame. ... Well, no, I mean such a shame for girls. Wouldn't you like to do him? I would. Maybe he's just scared" I didn't answer her. "You know, boys on boys are a big turn on for me," Jenny confessed. "And girls on girls aren't?" Saying this, I encircled her waist and kissed her lips. "What I mean is boys...their cocks...when they're hard...and they suck each other... I know what that feels like, a cock in my mouth. But like, they'll not suppose to do that! It's queer!" "I know," I said reaching for her wonderful tits, "just like we're not supposed to do this." She had been expecting me so there was no bra under her t-shirt. "Oh Sammy...you're a bitch...I love you," Jenny swooned. She wasn't gay, but always ready to play with me. We kissed again, more passionately this time. "I heard he's going over to Mayer's place Saturday." "Now there's a teacher I could be a dyke for." "No shit?" I pushed her legs open with my knee and then they fell open wider in surrender. She really is my little bitch teenage plaything. I put my hand over her cunt. God, she's always so fuckin' warm there... We've played girl games since we were nine. Now, it was much more serious with me. Jake, her boyfriend, the dumb ass shit, doesn't know how much she likes my lips on her sweet cunt. I know I'm gonna loose her to him soon. Well, I have bigger ideas. From my school bag I take the hard, black, strap-on cock. My Son Kenny and I stepped into the kitchen and started to prepare the pizza. While we worked, I had a strange thought: if I fuck him I'll no longer be able to pretend he's my son. In the days leading up to his arrival I daydreamed about him a lot, so much so that I imagined taking him to baseball games, hockey games...taking him backpacking in remote places...I would show him how to fish in cold mountain streams... how to endure... how to handle women, show him how to be a man. I told none of this to Jeanie. Strangely enough I did not daydream sex with him. But, now here in the kitchen, just the two of us, this boy has jerked by libido up 100 points. His slender body near mine, sexy voice and great smile worked on my cock the way Jeanie's rockin' body does, and I felt the pressure of an erection starting. My bio was far more hetro than homo, but, get this: I believed that if I fucked him--and I knew I would sooner or later--I could no longer pretend he's my son! The incest barrier! The incest taboo! Even in make believe it works strongly. Strange. Hunger While they were in the kitchen I took the opportunity to shed my top and bra. The air erected my nipples immediately. No, not the air, it wasn't the air, it was the scene. It was the boy and the way Peter was acting around him. Soon as he got up in the morning I could tell that Kenny's visit was working on my husband's libido. Peter was boned up and ready to fuck as soon as I opened my eyes. Our usual time was late afternoon or evening. "Save it for the visit," I said. "I can't wait baby. I had a dream about him." The dream was quite dirty. Peter likes to think he's 100% male and I let him think that. But I know he has a large yen for young boys. We fucked around in high school, but now, as so called grown ups, he claimed that was in the past. So why do I notice him checking out hot young boys at the mall just as much as he scopes the young girls? Then, that Mexico visit. How fast he took up the offer of young kids! Of course I was just as much wanting tender flesh too. But to see him sodomizing that boy, see how friggin much he was aroused by the smooth round cheeks of that cutie--oh, what an angel he was--that told me Pete had hungers he probably didn't even admit to himself, or tried to disguise. So, as I lay back bare chested and moist in my pussy on the veranda and watched them through the sliding door I resolved to help in anyway I could to bring my husband's half hidden yearning into the open. It's Not News It's not news to me that some teachers like to fuck with their students. There are always rumors, but it's usually about the men. There must be just as many queer female teachers as queer female students. I know a girl at another school, a lesbian, who claims she's done it a few times with one of her female teachers. My desire is to get in bed with Ms Mayer. I don't think that's so far out of the question, even if she's married. Makes no difference nowadays. I'd love to give her my strap on, all black and hard, and then sit on her watch it slide into my pussy. Jenny won't do it to me, she's too much of a girl. But I got enough boy in me to do Jenny with it. I keep my pussy nice and clean all the time. There's no telling when opportunity will come up. Anyway, I think I have a growing desire for women in college or, like Mayer, twenty something. My little girl classmates are too silly about girl-on-girl. When I look at myself in the mirror I know I'm hot enough to get some older girl. I hang with a few boys who accept me as one of them. I've heard what they say about Mayer. But they're shy about it. I come right out and say it: "I'd let her sit on my face so I could eat her snatch." That makes them blush red so cutely. Really, they're not too cool about sex. Most are still virgins. One boy who looks experienced offered to fuck Mayer first then make it threesome for me. That could work. I don't have any objection to boys, I just don't want to touch them. But I could suck her pussy and taste his cum after he put it in her. Got no qualms about that! She's Pretty Outrageous Ms. Mayer! I mean, Jeanie. Motherfucker! I look through the sliding glass door and there she is on the patio with her bare tits all out. A thrill goes up and down my spine. Is this normal in their house? She wiggles around some to get comfortable, undoing the snap of her barely-cover-the-ass shorts. Wait 'til I spread this around! ...No! ... No, of course I won't. That's what a kid would do. They're treating me like an adult and I can act like an adult. They served me wine and now, this! What happens between us now it just between us. But this is their scene and they will have to start, to lead. Speaking of "between," between my legs my tight jeans are binding me now uncomfortably. Peter notices where my eyes are directed, but says nothing. Only he comes up close behind me and can feel his breath. "She's pretty outrageous, isn't she?" I felt his hands on me, at my waist. I nodded in agreement. "Look at her...my wife...she loves to fuck, Kenny." He has his lips close to my ear, whispering. "I'm so lucky... so glad I met her." Peter (I can't say Mr. Mayer, his so young) tells me how they met. Its pretty shocking to me how open they are about sex. "We met in high school. Just a bit older than you. There were six of us in a room. We were high--not smashed--just pleasantly buzzed. Four girls and two boys. They sucked us. Then they wanted to watch us boys suck each other. With four foxy girls feeling you up it didn't take much to convince us. While I was sucking my classmate--Steven, he was good looking--I felt something on my ass. One of the girls was licking my asshole. It was Jeanie!" As he talked his voice got very horse. I pictured the scene. I was glad I washed that part of me extra well when I showered this morning. "Sweet, innocent, blond, blue-eyed Jeanie had her face in my ass! Sixteen! ... Doesn't that do something to you, Kenny?" A Lie It was a lie. Jeanie didn't lick my ass that time, not when she was sixteen. That came later when our lovemaking got more sophisticated. But I lied to Kenny to see how he would react. I couldn't tell much from the little grunt I heard. Over his slim shoulders, where I had placed my hands, I could see Jeanie arch her back and stretch her arms high. "You know, she likes students, she likes young people, Kenny. Some women are like that. I notice how she checks out young guys at the mall. Young, like you." I squeeze his shoulders. "Does she turn you on, Kenny? Do you watch her in class and think how you'd like to lay on top of her...to fuck her? To put your cock in her?" Gently I step closer and move both hands down around to his crotch. He's hot and full. The boy makes no objection when I kiss the nape of his neck and grope him. With a big smile Jeanie is watching all this, her eyes focused where my hands are feeling up her young student. I whisper to him, "How would you like to be the first boy in her class to fuck her...would you like that?" He emitted a chirp then took a breath and expelled something sounding like a tiny "yes." Now I had the permit to be more aggressive. I pressed my hardon against his ass firmly. "We'll do it together, Kenny, you and me." I always like hearing from readers and will answer you. Let me know if you enjoyed this second part. 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