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** WARNING ** ADULTS ONLY!  DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF
18. THIS IS ADULT MATERIAL MEANT FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES ONLY THE AUTHOR
DOES NOT CONDONE THE USE OF FORCE IN ANY FORM.  CHARACTERS PROTRAYED IN THE
STORIES CREATED BY THE AUTHOR ARE FICTIONAL AND ANY RESEMBLENCE TO ACTUAL
PERSON(S) IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL.  THE AUTHOR DOES NOT CONDONE SEXUAL
ACTIVITY WITH UNDERAGE PERSONS.  THE AUTHOR DOES NOT CONDONE UNPROTECTED
SEXUAL INTERCOURSE SITUATIONS.  FINGERPRO
   Power Key Encounters - A Series (teens/older woman, hypnosis, nc?)
Toy4Boys Authors Note: This is Revision 2 (originally Boytoy) there may be
others.  This will probably be used as an on-going story line.
   I Hard Beginnings
   Gary Mason sighed and felt the older woman's mouth move over his erect
penis.  He looked up at the older married woman and saw the blank look in
her face as she sucked and licked his hard on.  God it felt great!  He
didn't care if she wasn't aware of what she was doing, it was a major turn
on to see this woman bending over his erection and giving him a really good
blowjob.  She was the mom of a classmate at school.  True she was plump,
but she was also very well endowed.  She was supposed to be taking care of
him in her role as a chaperone.  She actually was taking good care of him,
especially his six inches of rock hard erection as it slipped in and out of
her lips.  Occasionally the older woman's head would suck in his entire
length and he groaned as he felt her throat muscles ripple as she gagged on
his length.  Even in the dim light of his room, Gary could see that the
woman's eyes, although open, were glazed over almost as if she were drunk
or high.
   He reached up cupping the older woman's dangling left tit with his right
hand marveling at the sheer size of the woman's boob.  He could feel the
firmness of the tit and as he rubbed her nipple it got harder to his touch.
She was moving her head slowly back and forth her tit slipping out then
back in his palm as she pumped her head up and down over his erection.  She
sucked cock really good for being under a post-hypnotic command.  He came
sending a stream of sperm into her blank face.  He told her to get cleaned
up and while she was cleaning her face from his ejaculation he was getting
dressed.  When she returned to the bed he had the thought he might fuck her
but decided he would wait on that.  He had her get dressed, and then
positioned her outside his room with the pamphlet in hand.  He gave the
command and closed the door.
   Sara knocked on door number two oh one to the hotel room.  Gary Mason
the high school nerd answered the door.  She was working as a volunteer
chaperone and part of her duties was to hand out code of conduct pamphlets
to the youths of the touring band group.  Gary played the drums.  The young
man named Mason opened the door and said, "Why hello Mrs.  Bergman, nice of
you to stop by."
   Sara resented the way the youth was always able to put a sexual
connotation on everything he did, and she blushed now, mostly because of
the thoughts she had been having about having a relationship with her
husband and soon because she was horny.  "Just take and read the code,
Gary. Try to be nice, ok?" "Sure will Mrs.  Bergman," smirked the youth.
   Sara turned and walked away feeling like he was still looking at her. 
She stopped and looked back.  He was still looking at her, leering more
like, she thought.  God, some of these teenagers were really twisted!  She
was old enough to be his mother, for crying out loud!
   It wasn't until the end of her tour that she realized there was about an
hour she couldn't account for.  It bothered her because there were other
things going on in her mind that she knew were not right.  Maybe her
husband was right and she ought to seek professional help.  He had said she
was acting weird.
   She reported to the Chief Chaperone, a Mrs.  Nancy Winters, and received
the time slot for which she would be responsible for cruising the hallways
and making sure none of the boys accidentally found the wrong rooms.  The
young men seemed to know instinctively where the girls were at that wanted
their attentions.  Nancy Winters, a taller woman than Sara, had stated that
she sometimes felt that it would be best to just "let them do their own
thing" on these tours.  Sara had been shocked by the older, but statelier
looking, woman's comment.  She'd always consider Mrs.  Winters to be a
little on the prudish side.  Something she liked in women her own age or
slightly older than herself.  Mrs.  Winters did have a way of making Sara
blush though, when she commented how many times that she (Nancy Winters)
had overheard comments about Sara's rather obvious twin "protrusions" and
how well Sara filled out a top.  There were sometimes that Sara didn't know
how to take the chief chaperone and when she made comments like she had on
this particular four-day tour she felt even more ill at ease.  Sara
couldn't help but think that, if given the chance, the older woman would
probably stab her in the back.  It wasn't a nice thought but it was a
genuine thought.  Sara wasn't sure if Mrs.  Winters were jealous of her
breast size, she'd run into that problem before, and in retrospect Sara
realized that Mrs.  Winters was a lot more proportioned than she herself
was.  She didn't have near the "love handles" at her hips.
   It was twelve thirty in the morning when the telephone by the nightstand
in her room rang.  She had completed her shift as chaperone at ten, so when
the ringing of the telephone brought her out of a deep sleep, she became
worried.  Sara picked the telephone up and said, "Hello." "It's time," said
a familiar voice she couldn't identify, "start masturbating." "Who is
this?" "You know," said the voice and the line went dead.
   Sara slammed the telephone receiver back into its cradle angrily. 
Probably just some prank on the part of these kids!  God were they a sick
bunch, she thought as she lay back on the bed and tried to get comfortable.
She lay there for a few seconds and then was shocked to find that her left
hand had moved up to her right breast and she was stimulating her right
nipple.  It did feel good, though, she reflected.  Her right hand had found
her shaved crotch and was actively fingering her pussy lips as she licked
her face lips with her tongue and half moaned.  Damn she was horny!  Her
fingers slipped inside her pussy, now hot, wet, and rapidly becoming very
gooey.  Her thumb rubbed her clit, as her left hand moved to her left
breast.  Her hips churned on the mattress and the bed protested with a
gentle squeaking noise.  As she continued to lay there getting more and
more turned on, her thoughts darted quickly from her husband's hard prick
to that of the kid who had some kind of control over her, Peter Wilkes. 
But both Wilkes and her husband were hundreds of miles away and she was
alone, so alone here by herself.  She moaned as she thought of the
marvelous release she had felt at the hands of Wilkes; the satisfying surge
of feelings that would peak in first a gentle wind then a roaring all
consuming fire storm of feeling.  But none of this was to be here, where
she was alone, oh so alone.  She couldn't cum!  She was very horny.  Just
as she was approaching a peak she heard the gentle tap of a fist on her
door.  Sara, enthralled with her masturbation, stopped long enough to look
over at the red numbers on the clock sitting on the nightstand next to the
telephone as the numbers revealed that it was now one oh two in the
morning. She had to use extreme will power to pull herself away from her
self-arousal and throw back the covers.  She picked the robe up off of the
chair next to the bed putting it on over her zippered terry clothed
nightwear.  The robe hem dropped to the floor and covered her from
shoulders to feet.  She shuffled over to the door, feeling her movement
across the floor actually stimulate her overworked unsatisfied sex.  She
unchained the door and opened it a crack and saw Gary Mason standing there!
   As soon as the Mason kid saw her face he moved forward almost knocking
her off her feet as the door opened and he stepped through the doorway. 
She had backed up only to get her balance and to close her robe that had
opened.  He closed the door quickly behind him as she said, "Gary do you
know what time it is?  Go back to bed!"
   Then she realized she was in her own room alone with him!  "Good god get
out of here now, I'm-I'm a chaperone!" she said with some emphasis.  "Yeah,
you are Mrs.  Bergman.  Take off the robe." "I will not!" she exclaimed as
she felt the robe leave her shoulders!  Oh no, not again!  She thought
   He was in a robe himself, she noted absently.  Then in shock she saw him
come over and say, "Let's see how this works."
   As he said that, he unzipped her nightwear exposing her unfettered
thirty-eight double `D' cup breasts.  Reaching with his hand inside, she
felt him cup her left breast with his right hand as he said, "Well what
have we here, a turned on tit it would appear?"
   Indeed her nipples, both of them not just the left one, were very hard
and erect.  "Gary!" she hissed, shocked, but at the same time it felt so
good.
   He leaned into her face and kissed her square across her shocked lips.
She simply stood there almost naked, letting a teenager fondle her aroused
breast with his hand inside her nightgown, letting him kiss her.  At least
I'm not returning the kiss," she thought as she stood there shocked and
unable to move.
   He pulled away and said, "There, that wasn't so bad, was it Mrs. 
Bergman?" "Gary!  I-I'm old enough to be your mother, I-I'm supposed to be
a chaperone and you-you....oh!" "Yeah," he said as he stepped now directly
in front of her and slipped his left hand under her full right breasts,
"and you forgot to say what nice big tits you got too."
   She moaned, uncontrolled as he dropped his hold on her breast and she
felt it bounce.  His hand moved over her nipple, then over the round
fullness of her breast heading for her shoulder.  His right hand was doing
the same.  He lifted her nightgown away from her shoulders and then down,
as she stood there like a manikin and let him!  She stood now nude in front
of the teenager and as the nerdish kid stepped closer she looked down in
surprise to see his erect pole protruding from his own robe and rubbing up
against her belly.
   His hot, hard prick rubbed her belly then moved upwards laying with the
hard underside against her naked skin as he stepped closer and wrapped his
arms around her standing naked form.  He caressed her back and she shivered
realizing horribly that the shiver was more in delight than anything else.
His hot lips found her neck as he licked her under her left ear then sucked
her ear lobe before he whispered in her ear, "Get back in bed and spread
those pretty legs of yours Mrs.  Bergman."
   He stepped away, as she did exactly as she was told.  This wasn't the
first time that her body acted on it's own, but she had to admit that this
was the first time that her mind was screaming at her for sexual release.
She needed to be fucked and bad!
   The young man was as young as her own son.  Still Sara couldn't help but
wrap her arms around his neck as he descended on top of her.  He pulled the
blanket over both their naked bodies and as he settled himself on top of
her she reached down and guided his erection towards her pussy.  He smiled
above her and said, "Soon," as he slid forward.  She knew it was wrong, she
knew it was worse than wrong but it turned her on something fierce to feel
his hardness slide slip along the outside of her pussy as he plowed but
didn't burrow into her almost like a thick finger moving towards her wet
hole but not penetrating into her wet pussy.  Then suddenly the angle of
his plowing member changed as she felt him plunge into her past the tight
ring of her outer genitals.  She arced her back as he passed the first of
several stimulated barriers in her body, and she moaned in pleasure as she
felt his cock fill her to capacity.  He had a really nice big fat cock for
a teenager.  He pushed her big tits together as he lay on top of her,
alternating between the left and right nipple, keeping both nipples very
excited.  After a few minutes of this foreplay with his prick buried deep
inside her and filling her, he kissed her square across the lips again. 
This time she returned the kiss rotating her pelvis beneath him, trying
desperately to get the teen to fuck her, as he squeezed her tits and
tongued her mouth his prick sliding slowly back and forth inside her.  Then
she locked her legs around his as he began to rapidly pump his hard penis
back and forth inside her.  She groaned and felt herself going through a
climax.  It wasn't an orgasm, yet, but it was as intense a climax as she
had felt in a very long time.  As she moaned he covered her moaning with
his own mouth making her sound more like funny little squeaks that added to
the chirping sound of the bed as it bounced back and forth from the fucking
action going on above.  As she kissed him she felt her nostrils flare and
constrict as she went through yet another climax.  This was one of the most
satisfying experiences of sex she'd ever had as the high school nerd fucked
her!  Then, as he was rapidly pounding in and out of her she felt him
harden and felt him ejaculate his load deep inside her.  He ejaculated at
least three good spurts before he pulled his mouth away from hers and
breathed so deeply any person would have thought he had just run a major
marathon.  He continued to kiss her neck as he lay there on top of her and
continued to fondle her still very aroused nipples.  She continued to keep
her legs locked around his.  The two of them repeated the whole process
three more times before she had her first orgasm in weeks!  She came and
came and came.  It was fantastic!  It was unbelievable and it was so
intense she fainted.
   When she returned to awareness she realized Mason was gone.  She cried.
Good god I acted like a slut in heat!  She thought as she continued to lie
there realizing horribly that she had acted more like a hot teenage girl
than a chaperone.  But he had arrived when I was most vulnerable.  That
call, too ahead of time, it was him!  What kind of hold does this, JERK,
have on me?  What if someone else find out?  Oh, god, I'll be labeled a
whore, a slut, or good god a sexual predator for taking advantage of the
`poor' teenagers!  Sara looked at the clock and saw that it was now three
ten in the morning.  She hesitated, and then placed a call to Mason's room.
He answered, "Hello." "Gary, don-don't say anything about what just
happened, plea-please!" "Well now, Mrs.  Bergman that will depend entirely
on you." "Me!  How so?" she intensely whispered when there was no reason to
whisper.  "I want something from you," he said chuckling.  I just took a
shower and I can still feel his spunk oozing from me and he wants something
from me!  God, what a J.E.R.K.  I understand now why they call you a Nerd,
Mason!  "What is it you want?" "No more pants the rest of the tour."
"Plea-please, no!" she whispered intensely.  "I like your legs, so do some
of my friends, we want to see more." "I-I'm sure you do, but-but I
can-can't wear ....panties!" "Why not?" "I just can't!" "Then I would
suggest that you keep your legs closed Mrs.  Bergman.  Now if you don't
mind, let's get some sleep."
   He hung up as she stared at the telephone like it was some kind of
weapon.  This could ruin her!  God, she was going to be wearing skirts and
dresses and that meant .....  These damnable commands, I can't wear panties
with a skirt or dress!  I know that ahead of time but what the Jerk doesn't
realize is that I have to wear garter belt supported hose when I wear
skirts and dresses......which is why I wanted to wear pants!
   ..............underwear in the form of panties were forbidden.  "Why,
why?" she questioned over and over.  She had tried to put on a pair she
brought with her and the discomfort she immediately felt was nearly
overwhelming.  Some it felt natural to be without the garment and that was
so wrong and she knew it!  She had not brought a garter belt, or garter
belt supported hose but she had brought four pairs of different tinted
pantyhose.  The first two she ruined getting them to fit properly.  Sara
found that she could wear pantyhose only if her crotch were exposed.  The
third set, a tan tinted pair, developed a runner in them close to the
crotch when she removed the panty shield with a pair of scissors
   Toy4Boys II Keeping Abreast
   ..............underwear in the form of panties were forbidden.  "Why,
why?" she questioned over and over.  She had tried to put on a pair she
brought with her and the discomfort she immediately felt was nearly
overwhelming.  Some it felt natural to be without the garment and that was
so wrong and she knew it!  She had not brought a garter belt, or garter
belt supported hose but she had brought four pairs of different tinted
pantyhose.  The first two she ruined getting them to fit properly.  Sara
found that she could wear pantyhose only if her crotch were exposed.  The
third set, a tan tinted pair, developed a runner in them close to the
crotch when she removed the panty shield with a pair of scissors.  The
runner was not visible, unless she exposed her crotch, and she had not
intention of deliberately doing that.  She wished now that she would have
brought her longer, middle calf hem length, skirts instead of the skirts
were the center and side slits.  She had brought a blue double knit skirt
but it had a hemline slightly above her knees.  Still, even though it was
going to be in the high seventies today, the skirt suited her purpose
because the white blouse and jacket that went with the skirt suit made her
feel like she was appropriately dressed around horny young teen males. 
After she had modified her pantyhose Sara went through her daily routine
almost as if the actions she was taking were the norm rather than a
modification to her routine that only Wilkes had the answer to.  Peter
Wilkes was the first person that had ever had some kind of unseen authority
over her that she could not explain.  She had even reasoned that there was
a possibility that she was in love with the young man, but she had
discounted that when he had performed anal sex with her.  She hated anal
penetration.  Sara considered all of these odd abnormalities in her revised
personality as she sat on the toilet and masturbated before having her
morning shower.  She knew even before she started playing with her genitals
that she would not achieve any kind of release, knew that she would be
frustrated, and yet continued this effort building herself towards a
sweaty, intense, climax that never came to success.  Instead, she would
reluctantly disengage her fingers from her saturated pussy, and step into a
cool shower to cool her overwhelmed systems down, and freshen her body for
a new day of challenges.
   It didn't help that Gary Mason was on the same bus as she was to the new
destination.  It did help that there were two chaperones on the bus and
that the other chaperone was Mrs.  Nancy Winters.  After loading, and each
boarder was responsible for their own baggage, Sara saw that Gary was
almost smirking at her and she couldn't help but blush as images of their
sexual union raced through her mind.  She had worn a skirt in compliance
with his demand and she recognized the smirk for what it was; a triumphant
open acknowledgement that he had control.  It had been a relief to find
Mrs. Winters on the same bus as she was (considering that there were twice
as many males on this bus) up until the time that Sara saw how Nancy was
dressed.  Nancy had chosen a skirt too, but the hem line of her skirt was
two or three inches above her knee's and on top of that the woman's skirt
had a side slit that was an additional two or three inches.  The older
woman, Sara realized, would have to be very careful indeed when she sat
down.  Sara wondered what the woman's intent was, because she was obviously
flirting with the young boys, using her older feminine charms as enticement
for the expected lascivious looks that were cast in Mrs.  Winter's
direction.  Indeed, Sara realized, the woman even seemed to relish the idea
of her being the topic of young male imaginations running wild.
   When she got on the bus Sara selected a seat close to the window and as
far back in the bus as she could get without being in the back seat.  There
was another seat beside her that was empty as she positioned herself in her
seat for the ride to the next town.  She was very careful to keep her
hemline down and even though she crossed her legs she felt she was being
demure enough to pass any kind of imaginative teen observation.  She
swallowed nervously.  She was nervous because there were images floating
across her mind, images that were not right for a woman who was married,
older and well past her dating era.  The images were of both Mason and
Wilkes and in particular their stiff sexually excited organs.  Closing her
eyes only made it worse, she had tried and the result was that she became
even more aroused.  She felt her nipples harden under her blouse and bra
and there was absolutely nothing she could do about it.
   Sara had always tried to think of herself as being objective.  Sometimes
it was more difficult to be that especially when she was feeling some kind
of external pressure that made her feel like she was a puppet on the end of
a string.  She felt that way now because Mason had made his way
deliberately back to her.  Sara was very aware that the penetrating eyes of
Mrs.  Nancy Winters watched the attractive young man as he came back to
where Sara was seated pretty much by herself before the bus filled up.  Her
mind was filled full of distress wondering what new humiliation this kid
had in store for her.
   Gary took up a position behind her and whispered in her left ear, "Keep
the fat kid, Foster, happy."
   He didn't say anything more, he just pulled back, straightened up and
walked up to where Mrs.  Winters was sitting.  Sara noticed he sat down
next to Mrs.  Winters as she pondered what she had just been told.  Alex
Foster was a senior and a boy she never really liked.  There were a lot of
reasons for that.  His father was abusive towards women in general and Alex
had also got into a fight with her own son.  A fight her son had lost and
one that caused her a great deal of concern because even to this day she
wasn't sure what the fight had been about.  Foster was a big kid too, not
muscular but more flab.  He was good at playing the drums though and that
was why he was on this Tour.  Foster was the kind of kid that grew up and
became a man that women would avoid just because of the way he looked.  He
had hard looking eyes even for an eighteen year old, long scruffy looking
hair that was usually unkempt and rarely combed.  He had a double chin
because of the flab, and thin cruel looking lips with a sharp almost hooked
nose.  Alex Foster was not a very desirable young man and now Mason, who
wasn't bad looking but was a nerd, had quite literally told her how to act!
The thought was both upsetting and confusing.  Sara wasn't sure of the
reason but she knew instinctively that she was going to do what Mason had
told her to do.  It was confusing because her mind had already accepted the
fact that she was somehow compelled to do what Mason said.  This bothered
her because there were haunting images floating across her mind of Mason
not as the nerd teenager but as a sexual object.  She was much older than
the teen and she knew that her mental attitude towards the young man was
not a stable, or for that matter a good, thing.  Good god I'm thinking of
Gary Mason as a sex partner and he's the same age as my own son!  What is
wrong with me?
   Sara deliberately reached down and pulled the hem of her skirt above her
knees, not too far, but enough so that she felt she looked a little more
relaxed and less uptight.  As she had expected when the bus began to fill
out with the rest of the passengers Alex Foster parked his fat bottom right
next to her in the vacant seat.  He openly leered at her breasts and his
eyes followed her breast line down to her tummy to her skirt and then from
her skirt to her exposed legs and back up to her face.  She blushed as he
grinned at her again more a leer she thought than a grin.
   Just because we didn't press charges against this kid.  God his eyes
were hot!  We could have made real trouble for him if it wouldn't have been
for these damnable hidden commands!!  Oh god, what a mess!  Now this PUNK
that beat up my son he-he's looking over my boobs and I'm letting him; shit
I'm half encouraging him!
   The bus pulled out onto the highway and had to stop only twice, but it
was at one of those stop lights that Foster pointed out something he wanted
her to see and when she didn't respond he leaned her way point with his
left hand.  His body leaned into hers and with his hidden right hand he
copped a feel of her left breast.  She felt his fingers move over her
protruding flesh, felt him stroke her nipple beneath blouse and bra, and
then as he leaned back away from her his hand left her breast.  While he
had been feeling her, Sara felt short of breath and the sex images returned
to her mind almost like some kind of hideous hidden command.  She knew she
should have slapped him, but she didn't want to attract attention to
herself and the young man.  She naturally became somewhat aroused.  The
pudgy kid seemed to know what to do at the right time to cause her the most
distress and while she was trying to sort through the hidden feel he'd just
given her he palmed her right leg which was crossed over her left tapping
the exposed thigh flesh above the knee and telling her quietly she had
attractive legs and how much he appreciated sitting next to a pretty woman.
She felt suddenly flustered and overwhelmed.  His hand did feel somehow
right where he let it lay and yet she knew it was wrong, especially in a
boy crowded bus.  She also was confused by her own reaction.  Her right
nipple, unmolested by the teenager, was still "normal" while her left felt
like it was ready to push right through the material of her blouse and bra!
Sara frowned in bewilderment wondering just what was happening to her.  As
her sense of rightness returned she removed Foster hand from her leg and
leaned closer to him, so the whole bus wouldn't hear her and said, "I am a
chaperone here.  Not a plaything.  Leave your hands to yourself."
   It made her feel better to say that, made her feel like she was more in
control of the situation than she really was.
   He grinned, that lewd leering grin and responded back almost kissing her
in the process, "But I like to touch, and besides nobody here really cares
other than me, Mrs.  Bergman.  A little more cleavage display would be nice
just to keep me in line don't you think?" "No," she half hissed, "No, I
don't think that would be appropriate," she responded as she felt herself
begin to unbutton the top then the next button of her blouse!  She was
indeed showing more cleavage, not excessively so, at least not yet.  She
swallowed and made a valiant attempt to button the loosened button but
found every time her hand went to the button she couldn't make her fingers
work properly and the result was that she was pulling her blouse open even
more!  She stopped doing that and sat quietly hoping this trip wouldn't be
too much longer.  "Appropriate or not, Mrs.  Bergman, that sure does look a
lot nicer!"
   Sara could help but blush at the comment.  His lewd looks continued as
he made it a point to look out the window and in the process at her exposed
cleavage as well as fondle her protruding breast flesh repeatedly.  When
she wasn't feeling the kid's fingers roaming around the expanse of her
trapped breast she actually could feel his eyes delving into the cleavage
of her over stuffed bra.  She felt so damned vulnerable, so dangerously
exposed and yet there was a certain thrill to it that she was reluctantly
admitting to herself as this kid's preoccupation with her continued.
   She was given a momentary reprieve from the kid's lascivious looks (and
hidden feels) when the bus stopped at a rest stop where everyone could
stretch their legs for a while before continuing.  It was during this rest
stop that she saw Foster talking to Mason and then Mason talking to Mrs. 
Winters.  Before getting back on the bus Nancy Winters pulled Sara aside
and told her that it was important that a chaperone maintain order.  As
chief chaperone she was having some of the boys move out of the rear of the
bus and she wanted Sara to guard the rear along with Foster When Sara
protested this, not telling Nancy of the unwanted attention she'd received
from the eighteen year old, she was told by Mrs.  Winters that when women
their age wore skirts and dresses they ought to be willing to put up with
any additional attention they might receive.  In fact, in Nancy's opinion,
teenage attention was a compliment to them, not a harassment issue and she,
Nancy, wanted Sara to keep that in mind!  Sara was in shock.  She had not
expected the kind of reproach that she had gotten from the chief chaperone.
The displayed attitude of the chief chaperone did, however, make her feel a
little better and just looking at what Nancy was wearing made Sara think
that what she had exposed to the teenager wasn't all that bad.  Maybe it
would be all right to allow some leg to show; at least she wouldn't have to
put up with his eyes wandering down her cleavage!
   These thoughts were dominating her mind and as usual she was totally
unprepared for Gary Mason as he approached her and whispered in her ear,
"You fuck good."
   She wanted to slap whoever had said that!  She thought about it for a
split second, and then changed her mind; suddenly thankful she hadn't
reacted to her first impulse when she realized it was Gary Mason who had
made the whispered comment.
   She blushed deep scarlet.  "Unless you want a lot of other guys to find
out just how easy you are Mrs.  Bergman, give old Al boy's crotch a good
feel......say once every thirty minutes or so....more if you want." "I-I
ca-can't do that!" she hissed under her breath and keeping her lips
together as best she could when she responded to him.  "Then be prepared
for a really interesting ride later on, eh Mrs.  B." "Oh!  Oh you evil
minded, foul mouthed, little....." "Careful, Mrs.  B.  people might get the
wrong idea about us." "There is no us!" she hissed under her breath.  "Last
night it was different, though, huh.  Like I said, couple a crotch feels
every ten minutes." Now it's every ten minutes!  "It'll make me look like a
........  slut," she whispered blushing deeply scarlet.  "Well doll, if the
shoe fits...." He smirked as he walked away from her.
   She couldn't do what he had asked of her... could she?
   The thought made her stomach churn and flip.  Sara actually felt weak as
she turned her attention back to everyone getting back on the bus.
   She was so sickened by the new demands that she was one of the last
persons on the bus and found herself sitting next to Kendricks again but
this time on the aisle seat of the chartered bus.
   When she was on the bus she was able to keep Foster from almost drooling
over her exposed cleavage by guiding the teenagers hand to her exposed
thigh that was close to the seat cushion and partly covered by her own legs
being crossed.  Foster took the hint and fondled her thighs just above her
hose for almost fifteen minutes.  She and Foster were at the rear of the
bus with the extra equipment off to their left side.  She was virtually
pinned between the side and rear of the bus and Foster who took more than a
few liberal feels of both her thighs and her boobs.
   Feeling like a whore she smiled as Foster continued to fondle her
exposed thigh flesh and even leaned into him to cup and squeeze his crotch.
He looked at her with wide eyes and a sudden leer as he stared at her
exposed cleavage while she slowly fondled the growing hardness at his
crotch.  His penis was obvious semi aroused as she felt him with her
fingers and she was a little surprised to realize he sported a good-sized
penis for a teenager.
   A few minutes later, almost as if her fingers had a mind of their own,
she felt his now hardened member beneath her index finger as she traced the
outline of the erection in his pants and slowly added two more fingers
across the boys erection while letting her thumb fall to the side of the
rather large penis.  Sara realized, almost as if she were in some kind of a
daze, that this kid's prick was probably bigger than Mason's.  The boy's
penis was definitely longer, she realized as her fingers traced the outline
of the boy's penis head beneath his pants.  She looked out the window,
pretending to be aware of what was going by the bus window, but very much
aware of the stall the fat kid was giving to her round boobs, now inches
from his face as she stroked his erection.
   She was also very much aware that it would look odd with just the two of
them in the rear with the equipment but when this issue was verbalized by
one of the other males in the tour group, Nancy Winters told the young man
that she was in charge and that's the way she wanted it.  Mrs.  Winters had
gotten Sara off the hook that way, but she was still subjected to the
random feels of Foster who seemed to enjoy her discomfort.  As Foster felt
both of her boobs, coming at the right one from her belly and the left one
from a pinching maneuver that was rather clever because he successfully hid
the feel by using his body as a shield, she felt herself loosing herself
moving from being cool and collected to hot and bothered.  Her breathing
intensified both in depth and rapidity, her face felt more flushed and she
uncrossed her legs.  Uncrossing her legs allowed the teens fingers to
penetrate up her thighs and to caress her uncovered femininity causing her
even more sexual arousal despite her best efforts to stop his onslaught. 
It was almost as if she were being raped without having sex!
   Then when she thought she might lose it entirely, the bus jerked,
chugged, sputtered and the engine died.  The commotion inside the bus right
after that allowed her to disengage herself from the fondling teenager to
take an active role as a chaperone once again.  She was still dripping wet
when she did but Sara felt some relief wash over her as she was allowed to
get past the groping fondling hands that had been driving her crazy with a
near climax response.
   The fact that trip started to go bad just before they arrived at the
furthest location from home when the tour bus broke down was not lost on
all of the chaperone's.  It was a three mile hike to the nearest little
town that boasted a population of only four hundred and five.  Walking in
her heels it seemed more like thirty miles.  Sara was fortunate that her
baggage was on wheels, which made pulling the big suitcase the distance to
the little town a lot easier.
   There was an assembly point in the town where quarters were assigned. 
Because the tour company had this unexpected break down the tour company
would pick up their housing costs.  The problem was that there were not
enough rooms to go around and sharing would have to take place.  Sara got
lucky and was assigned a room with Nancy.  It was a double bed room.  After
placing her suitcase on one of the beds she gave the room key to Nancy so
that she could do the same with her suitcase.
   It was also decided that the chaperones and one male student would guard
the bus while the group and mechanics waited on the part needed to get the
bus into the repair shop.  There was simply too much equipment on the bus
to trust to the locks working properly.  This also would help alleviate the
problem in a shortage of rooms.  Sara didn't know what student had been
assigned with her watch; all she knew was that she would relieve Mrs. 
Winters and Gary Mason at about midnight.  Her shift was from midnight
until seven thirty the next morning.  She had no choice in the matter. 
Nancy suggested that she get some sleep in the room she'd taken and
supplied her with a key to the room.
   At first she thought she had the wrong room when she saw Herm Foster
sitting in the chair with the armrests and facing the door, that was until
she realized it was her suitcase sitting on one of the two beds.  She
momentarily wondered what the high school junior was doing in her bedroom.
She needed to sleep for the upcoming late night shift at the bus.
   As for Herman he looked at the woman with the large tits coming into her
own room without even a forewarning of his presence there.  She handled his
presence with a calmness that amazed him considering her door had been
locked.  She seemed to be upset about something and before she could
consider what to do about him as an intruder in her room (a room he knew
she shared with Mrs.  Winters) he gave her the key phrase that Gary had
told him to say.  The older woman with the round face and long blonde hair
shook her head almost like someone who had come out of the pool to dislodge
the water in their ears and said, "Wha-what did you say?"
   Herman repeated the phrase just to be sure and watched in stunned
silence as her face went slack for a few seconds before she put her purse
down on the bed and said, "Well, Herm, I think you should leave .....  I
need to get some sleep."
   Herman smiled and appeared to be doing just that as he got up out of the
chair and walked towards her.  At the last moment, before passing her, he
wrapped an arm around her waist, pulled her close to him and kissed the
shocked woman square on her red lip stick covered lips.  He fully expected
to get slapped when he pulled away from the softness of her lips, but
instead she just stood there and let him nuzzle the right side of her neck
just under her right ear lobe.  He licked as she said, "Herman, you
must-must stop...right now, do you hear?"
   She was putty in his hands and he knew it.  Even though she said the
words her body continued to press against him and his hands had long since
moved from her back to her hips.  "Herm, stop this right no...." she had
been about to say "now" but the word was cut off as he kissed her again. 
Again she let him and as his tongue played with the smooth surface of her
soft lips he felt her jaw open and allow him access to her mouth.  He
tongued her mouth as she gasped.  Then pulling away from the breathless
older woman he calmly unbuttoned the fourth button down from her blouse. 
She stood there and let him slowly unbutton her blouse until the cleavage
of her bra-encased tits was exposed.  She was certainly well endowed,
Herman thought, as he traced the smooth, soft curves of her exposed upper
breasts with his forefinger.  He continued to fondle her bra covered boobs
and she let him standing there acting almost confused as he did so.
   Watching the older woman stand there and shake her big boobs without the
support of her black bra was a real turn on for Herman.  He'd thought that
Mason was joking about the commands he could give this big breasted older
woman but as he lay on the bed and self stimulated himself watching while
she wiggle her thirty eight double `D's' inches from his face he realized
Mason hadn't been wrong.  What was more, the woman appeared to be in almost
some kind of trance as she shifted her shoulders back and forth, bending
over him and wiggling her massive round melons of flesh in his face,
allowing him to stimulate her red nipples while she slowly jiggled herself
like some kind of floozy.  Yet, Herman knew, she was no floozy.  She was
under some kind of control and even though he was unfamiliar with the
nuances of the control mechanism it didn't bother him to be the recipient
of her willing charms.  Herman stripped then, still watching the older
woman, as the blonde haired, round faced, melon titted, bitch continued a
jiggling, wiggling performance for him.  Almost as soon as he lay down she
was over to the bed literally dragging her large boobs over his naked body.
God what a turn on!  He could feel the sheer size of her tits over his body
as she dragged her breasts over his body and he could feel the hard nipples
as they became stimulated by her own action.  Herman couldn't explain why
it was such a turn on when she kept her skirt, pantyhose, and heels on, but
it was as she continued to use her enormous, soft round globes of tit flesh
to excite his body.  She trapped his organ between those mounds, then
holding his very erect, hard cock between the globes by pressing her big
tits around his hotdog like cock she got up on the bed between his legs and
began to massage his erection using her tits and her mouth.  Every time his
cock penetrated the cleavage of her tits towards her face, her mouth was
there to lick the head of his cock and drive him to a point where he
couldn't control himself.  The teenager came in the older woman's face. 
His spurting jism splashed her face on the cheeks, chin, bridge of her nose
and in her mouth.  He was quickly loosing his hard on as he watched her
wipe her face off with the bottom edge of her skirt.  When she did this he
saw her exposed pussy beneath the skirt.  She'd modified her pantyhose so
that there was an opening at her crotch, allowing her swollen pussy lips to
be exposed.  Herman was about to get off the bed when the woman dropped her
head and picked up his spent, semi deflated rod of flesh with her lips! 
She quickly engulfed his entire, semi hard cock, into her mouth.  Herman
groaned feeling the soft wetness of the woman's mouth around his organ and
typical of a teenager he began to harden again.  It only took the older
woman a few minutes to get him a hard on again as she sucked and slurped on
his rod.  Her eyes still had that glazed over look, almost as if she were
drunk or something, as she slurped and sucked Herman's dick.  In a very
short time he had a raging hard on again.  Once he was fully erect and she
was gagging on his length she removed her mouth and moved into position. 
Herman just lie there and let the older woman move herself so that she was
positioned over his hard erection.  Leaning forward, she felt for and found
his erection guiding it towards her open pussy.  While she was doing that
Herman took the opportunity to fondle her dangling, round, melons, amazed
at how thick and long the older woman's red nipples got when he sucked on
them.  Then he groaned as he felt her suddenly slide all of her pussy down
over his cock and he penetrated Mrs.  Bergman's pussy.  She groaned too and
rotated her pelvis as he felt his cock slip in and out of her rotating
pussy.  Herman watched in amazement while he felt his cock get the workout
of his life as the mature woman pumped up and down over his rod of flesh.
He continued to fondle her big bouncing boobs as she literally pumped her
body up and down, throwing her head back, as she did so and using her
knee's to thrust her body away from his groin then relaxing and allowing
gravity to slide her sex back down over the thick hardness inside her. 
Just when Herman thought he couldn't hold back any longer, knowing he was
about to spurt a second time, he felt the woman's knee's clench against his
rib cage and then felt a whole body shudder.  Feeling her pussy muscles
ripple as she made a gurgling sound in her throat was too much for Herman.
He came inside Mrs.  Sara Bergman's hot cunt!  "Oh god, yes, yes I-I'm
cumming!" she half moaned as she leaned down into him and slumped over his
body.
   Herman disengaged himself from the spent, limp woman and put his pants
on.  He didn't give the last command, a remembering command, until he was
at the door and ready to exit.  He gave her the remembering command Mason
had told him about and then said, "Thanks for the suck and fuck Mrs. 
Bergman," as he opened the door and left.  Just as he closed the door he
heard the woman gasp as realization hit her as to what had just transpired
and a slow soft moaning cry.  Herman didn't care though because he was
satisfied.  He wondered, though, what Mason had planned for the woman for
the remainder of the tour.
   
  
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