Heat Flash Ebooks: Rapacious Mrs Horner

“Okay, next I’d like to go over the plans for this summer’s camping trip.”
Joe Flannigan squatted on my couch like an old black bear shaking down a state park picnic bench. On either side of him in a loose ring sat the various scout leaders and den mothers of Pack 59. I sat opposite Joe, as far away from him as I could get, curled up in my ex-husband’s easy chair with my feet tucked under me. I fought the urge to scream as Joe pawed open a battered red binder and a sheaf of loose papers spilled onto the floor.
While Joe fumbled with his scattered notes, he spoke. “For those of you who weren’t at last month’s meeting, we took a vote and uh, decided that Deer Park would be a better venue this year than Falls Creek Park. It’s about uh, fifteen miles closer and has better bathroom facilities...”
And on he droned, going into detail about the many advantages of Deer Park. I shifted in my chair to keep my ass from going numb, surreptitiously looking around to see if anyone else was paying attention. The women hung on his every word, even the ones who were supposed to be happily married. The guys, including a gang of Eagle Scouts home from college, were slowly nodding off.
I was dozing too. To keep myself awake I focused on the action taking place on the floor by Joe’s feet. Two young men dressed in nothing but ripped jeans knelt in the middle of my Persian carpet kissing each other. They were in their early twenties, clean cut and very attractive. Their names were Jordan and David. I’d discovered them the night before on a gay porn site. Jordan was a lean, leggy blond with nice abs and a shaved pubis. David was short and slender with dark hair and a tight ass. The kiss they exchanged was long, slow, and deep, the kind that heralded more interesting activities to come. In this case, that meant a nice, hot, nasty tease culminating in some very intense oral sex, maybe anal too if Joe yammered on long enough. My imagination could go all sorts of places when I got bored.
The boys pressed up against each other, grinding their hips together in a dry-hump fashion. Jordan, the more aggressive of the two, had already unzipped his jeans to play with his cock. His fingers glided over the leaking head and then came up to his partner’s lips. Shy but obedient, David opened his mouth to taste.
While David sucked on his fingers, Jordan pushed him back onto the floor. The slim brunet closed his eyes and spread his legs, his head coming to rest by Joe’s size 12 hiking boots. With a smile, Jordan tugged at David’s baggy jeans, pulling them down to expose half an inch or so of curly black pubes. I could just see the base of David’s rigid cock trapped beneath the waistband. Jordan began to work his way down David’s torso, licking and nibbling as he went. When he reached David’s hips, he nuzzled the exposed bit of cock and pulled the waistband down a little farther. David squirmed. His cock strained against the worn denim. Whimpering and writhing, he pushed his hips up against Jordan’s mouth. The wiry blond just grinned and continued to tug at the jeans until finally he stripped them off in one fluid stroke.
I watched the boys go at it on the carpet as Joe and the rest of the pack committee faded away to nothing. There were only these two perfectly beautiful young men performing for me, acting out whatever I chose for them to do. When Jordan tongued the slit of David’s cock head, the younger man blushed furiously. He was a virgin, I decided, never had another guy go down on him before. Well tonight was his lucky night. Jordan was going to do all sorts of nasty things to him. I let him start by running his tongue up and down the length of David’s cock, then lick the head like an ice cream cone. David spread his legs even wider and began to beg. “Please... please...” I heard him whisper. He bit his lip as Jordan slipped a finger between his ass cheeks, searching for David’s tight little hole. When he found it, David clawed at my carpet and cried out--.
“Anything you want to say about this, Diane?”
“What?”
David and Jordan evaporated, leaving me stuck with Joe. I glanced at the scout master’s bovine face and inwardly groaned. The other den moms considered him a heart throb. To me, he was a big, dumb ox in muddy boots who left a trail of dirt in my house every time he came over.