As a sexologist interested in all forms of human behavior I have discovered that many people are driven by a need to reveal their own special erotic experiences. Last year three attractive women came to my office with an astounding story to tell. It seemed that all of them had recently been divorced by their husbands and were now receiving alimony payments. They had even more in common because their husbands had divorced them for the same reason ... the middle aged men had found much younger women. In one case a man of 48 had taken up with a girl of 18, three decades his junior!
"Why," asked the ex-wife of this man, "is it all right for a male to take the youngest females for lovers but it cannot work the other way with older women having boys as sex partners?"
These three women, between the ages of 30 and 40, then outlined their plans to me. As an act of revenge against their husbands who had deserted them for much younger girls they were going to begin a career of chasing even younger boys! To make the unusual form of revenge more ironic they planned to support a world-wide hunt for teenaged boys using the alimony payments that were beginning to come in from their ruined marriages. They wanted me to accept their letters that would be written from various parts of the globe detailing the erotic adventures they hoped to find and gave me permission to gather them all up and publish them in book form. The three women had come to me because I had already written two books dealing with female pedophilia (Women Lad Lovers and Women Who Swap Boys) and knew I was an authority on the relations between mature women and very young males. They were certain that their unique voyage into this area would make for an interesting third study on the subject.
I assured the ladies I would receive their letters and study them carefully but could not promise that they would eventually be published. To begin with I wasn't sure that the mature women would actually go through with their plans. People say many things in anger and I felt that the three were only letting off steam because of the hostility they bore against the men who had abandoned them for more youthful bed companions. The fact that this book is now published proves that all three women had meant every word they said.
Pedophilia, the love of the very young by adults, has long been thought of as a totally male aberration both on a heterosexual and homosexual level. Although one rarely hears of a female child molester they do exist and in far larger numbers than had been previously imagined. The main reason incidences of sexual seductions of boys by older women are unheard of is that the male "victims" do not complain to the police or to their parents as do their female counterparts. Women also are not prone to violence or force so "rape" is not involved. The adult females who get young males to engage in sexual intercourse with them seduce rather than force and often, as in the case of the three divorcees, pay the lads for services received. The women who came to me a year ago made a point of stating that they wanted to "buy" teenaged youths since it would give them the added pleasure of knowing that their ex-husbands were supporting the affairs.
The women involved in this book do not have to resort to paying for sex because all of them are very good looking and youthful. Each one of them could easily seduce a teenaged boy into an affair without using money as bait but their need for sexual revenge upon their husbands was such that paying the boys was important to them.
For long centuries men have paid women and girls for sexual favors and now the divorcees wanted to reverse the procedure. They wanted to show that women had equal rights as well as equal desires for young flesh. When a man gives a female prostitute money he exercises a control over her. This is his way of showing her that she depends upon him and his kind for a living. The three divorcees of this book also wanted to enjoy this feeling of power over the youths they loved by giving them money. In many cases the boys actually needed the cash and returned to the women to continue the relationship. But none of the women had the same boy twice even though they delighted in the way they made the youths bend to their desires.
For almost an entire year the three women drifted around the world seeking out erotic adventures with boys between the ages of 14 to 17. The letters came in steadily as they went from one country to the next seducing and buying boys in their mid-teens. Color lines meant nothing to them as they had relationships with lads in Africa, Indonesia, Japan and other exotic sections of the globe. They were intent in having more young lovers than their husbands ever dreamed of. As the letters and the experiences piled up I realized that I could not publish them all because they became too numerous so the following are simply selections from the mass of material I finally had to work with.
When I added up all the experiences each woman had I found that the three had had relations with a total of 212 teenaged boys! These youths came from every social level; some were the sons of millionaires while others were menial workers. The one thing that this book does prove is that young males are the same all over the world in their desire to have sexual experiences as early as possible. While the traveling divorcees may have forgotten many of these boys because of their sheer numbers I am sure that the lads will never forget the mature, attractive women who bought their firm young bodies.
CHAPTER ONE
THE GAY DIVORCEES
Before the three women left my office to begin their world tour of youths they all submitted to a taped interview so that I could delve into the motivations behind their highly erotic plans. This will give the reader an introduction to each woman and the basis of her drive towards pedophilia. Their names, of course, are not fully given.
CASE HISTORY: Veronica D-. Age: 30.
The subject is the youngest of the trio and she had been married for twelve years before her husband demanded a divorce so he could marry a girl of nineteen. Veronica is an exceptionally beautiful blonde with large blue eyes, firm breasts and shapely legs. Her ex-husband, Gregory, is an airline pilot seven years her senior who managed to provide her with a good living when they were together and now was able to continue this financial support with only a moderate strain on his resources via alimony payments. Here is the attractive blonde's description of her life with the pilot:
"I was only eighteen when I married Gregory. I gave up college just to be with him. He was in the U.S. Air Force at the time so I went with him from one base to the other all over the world. Some of the bases were awful drags because there was so much to distract the servicemen while we wives had to sit in our houses waiting for our husbands to come home. We all knew that they fooled around with the pretty native girls because they used to come home to pooped to pop, as the saying goes.
"I guess I couldn't blame Greg for playing around because those young girls all but threw themselves at him. He was the handsome and, by their standards, rich American who was so generous with his love and money. For five dollars he could buy the most beautiful young girl in the island. When I say young I mean young. Some of the kids who hung around the air base were no more than thirteen. When I told my husband that only a degenerate would mess with kids he laughed and said that girls in some parts of the world are women before they reach their teens.
"Well, you can't say I didn't try to keep my man home because I'm anything but frigid. When it comes to sex I have no taboos. On our honeymoon Gregory introduced me to such exotic items as fellatio and cunnilingus. He was pleased when I didn't try to stop him. He mouthed my vagina hungrily and I mouthed his sex organ the same way. Some men go to other women, prostitutes, to pay them for the kind of sex they wanted and their wives refused to give them but Greg couldn't complain about me. In a joking way he used to tell me that I could always make a living in a French bordello if things ever got tough for us.
"When Greg finished his time in the Air Force I figured he would settle down once he got back to America. He certainly had sown enough wild oats. It was all right to mess around with little girls overseas but he could get thrown in the slam if he tried it in the U. S. of A.
"For awhile I actually thought that my husband had given up his skirt-chasing as he took all kinds of lessons and tests to become a commercial airline pilot. If there was one thing that Greg loved as much as sex it was flying.
"He landed a job with an airline and the money started to roll in. Commercial pilots make damn good salaries so I felt I could enjoy all the goodies life had to bring. We bought a home for thirty grand, new furniture and a car each. After all those Air Force years we were on top of it at last.
"I don't have to tell you that Greg's job kept him away from home most of the time so it was like being back in the service again. I soon found out that commercial pilots make out better than servicemen do because girls looked upon them as romantic figures. I had to say this much for my husband ... he was. When I visited him at the airport I used to watch these stewardesses look at him like a fresh piece of meat to be eaten. And didn't Greg love the attention! He lived on female devotion the way horses live on hay. He just couldn't do without it.
"My old fears about losing Greg to other girls began to nag me. I made up my mind I wouldn't get fat and dull so I kept my figure and acted like the inmate of a French bordello as Greg always liked me to be. When I think of those nights I turned on all my sexual burners I could cry because he always had some other chick on the string all the time.
"When Greg came home from a hard day in the atmosphere I waited on him hand and foot. I took off his shoes like a Japanese girl and massaged his back like a Swede. For my international husband I had to be a woman of all nations. Frankly I think I spoiled the handsome bastard.
"He took it for granted that I would follow him into the shower where I used to wash his back, his chest, his butts, his legs and his ever-loving sexual parts. I dried him and placed him on bed where I rubbed his body and watched his tired penis finally erect. When he was ready he didn't have to do anything. I placed my body on top of his and impaled my cleft on his rigid tube of flesh.
"'Faster, honey,' he moaned. 'Make me cream."
"And, like a sucker, I rammed my body against his, screwing him while he lay there groaning with pleasure. When he spilled out his sperm I rested on him and licked his face to show how grateful I was that he showed me such passion.
"That was only the beginning of my licking journey. I ran my tongue down his hairy chest and further down to his half-limp penis. After I licked it back into hardness I took it orally and fellated him until he had another orgasm.
"'You're good to me, baby,' he sighed afterwards and finally stirred himself enough to suck my nipples. Once Greg got going, though, there was no stopping him.
Excitement mounted in him quickly after being passive for so long. He spread my legs wide and clamped his open mouth on my vagina. He thrilled me with his artful tongue and I wondered just how many other girls he made happy with it.
"Even though my husband was seven years older he began to think of me as a dowdy hag. He used to complain that my flesh was starting to sag and that I was developing a double chin. Like all men he completely ignored the fact that he was getting on in years. He started to gray at the temples and his waist thickened. Greg didn't let himself go to pot exactly but he was rapidly showing his age. Compared to him I was still the eighteen year old he married. Granted I don't look eighteen but I'm hardly ready for the scrap heap.
"Greg started to come home later and less and I knew that he had found another playmate. He was pushing forty and I guess he realized he wasn't going to be the high-flying lover boy forever. In desperation, in a last fling at youth, he started messing around with a nineteen year old kitten. I found this out by accident when I drove downtown once. I stopped for a light and there was a couple coming across the street that looked, at first sight, to be father and daughter. Then I recognize my husband as he came closer. He didn't see me because he had his eyes for this leggy, baby-faced kid who looked like a high-school cheer leader. Greg always did like 'em young. Hell, he married me when I was eighteen, didn't he?
"I was all ready to forgive and forget knowing that my husband wasn't a model of virtue. I thought that this affair with the girl would only be a passing fling. But Greg surprised me one day when he asked for a divorce. I didn't want to give it to him so he offered me all kinds of financial settlements just so he could be free to marry the teenager. Well, when I saw that he was determined I decided to milk the bastard for everything I could grab. I got the house, the furniture and one of the cars. Besides this I get a nice monthly check. The day I got the divorce I went home and got drunk. In tears I called my friend here, Jean, who had recently been divorced and she came over to keep me company. Jean had lost her husband to a younger girl so we had something to cry about together. But, you let her tell it in her own way."
CASE HISTORY: Jean K-. Age: 35.
The subject is a slim brunette with small, delicate features. She is built along petite lines and there is a slightly Oriental cast to her face. Jean married her husband Harold when they were both twenty-one and they had graduated from the same university. Her former husband is an executive in a tool-and-die plant and he makes an impressive salary. He asked for a divorce when he met and fell in love with his secretary a girl of twenty.
"Yes, I remember the day that Veronica called me over. I don't think men realize how hard women take divorces. They can go on and find others willing enough to sleep with them but, when a woman passes thirty, the pickings aren't that easy. For one thing society frowns on older women who try to take younger men as lovers. It was easy enough for Harold to drop me and pick up with a twenty year old girl at the age of thirty-five but just suppose I tried that with a boy of twenty?
"After listening to Veronica tell her story I'm stunned by the fact, once again, just how similiar our lives are. Harold never wanted for anything in bed and I never said no to him because I was tired or simply not in the mood. He wasn't exactly a handsome man but he was man enough between his legs. Girls didn't chase him the way they did Greg but, in his own quiet way, he did manage to spread his sexual wealth around.
"In the beginning Harold was more interested in climbing up the corporate ladder than he was in getting into girls. I supplied him with all the satisfaction he needed. When he wasn't in the mood for sex I would leave him alone. I didn't want to be one of these nagging bitches out of "Whose Afraid of Virginia Woolf?" While I could not press for my erotic needs Harold could use me anytime he wanted. Damn fool that I was I let him. Now that I look back I should've said no a few times and built his character and self-control.
"I suppose after a decade and a half of marriage one could be sexually stimulating for just so long. Our relations in bed became automatic rather than passionate. Harold would mount me and thrust his penis into my vagina but, once he climaxed, he rolled over on his side and went to sleep. I would stare up at the dark ceiling trying to calm my emotions that had just been stirred by his aburpt love-making. When I tried to get my husband to be more romantic he mumbled and told me to take a sleeping pill and 'forget it'. That was my practical hubby for you.
"It wasn't long before I took sleeping pills on a regular basis to 'forget it'. I assumed that Harold had simply slowed down sexually before his time and I'd just have to get used to it. Then I found out that my husband hadn't slowed down at all but, rather, had gone into fourth gear with a girl who seemed like a child to me. I guess I should've suspected something was wrong when Harold found too many excuses not to come home for dinner. I could readily see that he was eating at another table.
"I don't want to bore you with all the weepy details but it is enough to say that I agreed not to stand in Harold's way if he wanted this girl so. I just reminded him that I had given him almost fifteen years of my life and that I deserved to be taken care of. Fifteen years! This girl he was after had been five years old when we were married. I wouldn't be surprised that, after Harold gets tired of her, he'll toss the old bag aside and pick up with another kid. Maybe this one is an infant now. She'll be just ripe for Harold in less than another two decades. He'll be over seventy but that's not supposed to matter much these days.
"At any rate I comforted Veronica the best I could when she called me and I got more than a little tanked up with her. When I get loaded I have to use the telephone so I called a woman I knew who was in the same fix as we were. I thought it would be a fine deal if all three of us had a good cry together. Let Slone carry the ball from here...."
CASE HISTORY
Slone H-. Age: 40.
The subject is the oldest of the trio of recently divorced women. Slone has chestnut hair, brown eyes and a somewhat plump body that is still shapely and sensual. She had been married to a man, Jerome, for twenty years before he demanded a divorce in order to marry his mistress ... a girl of eighteen. Jerome is a doctor with an excellent practice so, like her companions, the recently divorced woman has had a good settlement and her monthly payments will be coming in regularly for the rest of her life if she does not marry again.
"That was some day. There were the three of us bawling our eyes out over men who weren't worth a tear. I had never met Veronica before that day but I looked upon her as a sister. She had just lost her husband to a teenaged girl just as I had. But my man was nearing fifty before he suddenly decided to become a young lover again.
"Jerome never seemed the type to stray and that made his passion for a girl of eighteen all the more shocking. My husband was one man who was more married to his work than to me. I didn't mind. I think doctors should be dedicated. What hurts me most of all is ... I'm the one who made it possible for him to go through his medical school!
"When we married Jerome was halfway through his medical schooling and I agreed to support him until he was finished. It wasn't easy and we hardly had any home life at all. When he finally did start his practice I still continued to work until he got established. This took a couple of more years out of my life. But, in time, he started to make the living we had both sacrificed so much for.
"As for our love-making neither of us had grounds for complaint especially in the early part of our marriage. Sex was our only real pleasure, the only one we could really afford since it was free. Times were hard but we forgot them in bed. We used to play sex games pretending to be other people in other centuries. For example I once pretended to be Cleopatra while he pretended to be Mark Anthony. I danced around in our little flat wearing nothing but a bed sheet while Jerome sat on the bed with a towel wrapped around his waist like a toga. He was very handsome then in a rough-and-ready sort of way.
"I delighted in watching his eyes widen as I showed him my naked body in flashes. How desire came quickly to his eyes in those early days! It wasn't the only place he felt desire because he pulled off his towel and showed me his uplifted penis. Jerome held me in his arms and pulled away the sheet. We stood naked together facing one another and my husband played his tube of sex over my opening. 'Enough already with the dancing Cleopatra,' he whispered. 'Let's get down to business."
"Jerome grasped my buttocks and rammed his rigid flesh into my body and started to move back and forth. The shabby room faded and I became aware only of his movements; his muscular body against mine. His release came in a flood and I all but swooned into him.
"In other scenes I played slave to his master and we used to reverse the parts. I used to whip his naked body with pillow cases ... not too hard, you understand ... while he crawled before me. 'Lick my sex,' I ordered him and he pressed his mouth against my vagina. As he performed the act I stroked his hair and realized how lucky I was to have such a vital, active, handsome man for my own.
"Fun and games vanished with out youth and we stopped playing parts in sex scenes. Jerome built his practice up steadily and we had all the things we ever wanted. But, somehow, I longed for the old days of poverty and passion. How I wanted to be young again!
"I didn't realize that my husband hungered for youth, too, until one of my friends told me that Jerome had a young mistress. I didn't believe her because my husband had never shown interest in any other woman since our marriage. Then this friend gave me the name and address of the girl. She told me that Jerome had set her up in the apartment like a sugar daddy.
"I didn't like the idea of sending a private detective out to check out the story so I went myself. This little girl opened the door and I asked: 'Is your mother home?'
"Do I have to tell you that this little girl's mother was not my husband's mistress? This little girl was his bed partner! Well, I realize that eighteen isn't so little but that's the way she impressed me. I couldn't believe that my husband, nearing fifty, would take up with such a child.
"Jerome came into the apartment while I was there. I avoided a scene by simply walking out. When I met him again he announced that he was in love with the girl and wanted to marry her. I told Jerome to have his fun but don't break up our marriage because of his fling. He assured me that it was not a fling. At the age of forty-eight he wanted to marry a girl of eighteen.
"I called my husband a 'dirty old man' and a host of other things. The battle ended in the divorce court where I was granted a hefty settlement. Jerome didn't try to lower the price of his freedom because of his sense of guilt. He knew, in his heart, that there was something awfully wrong about rejecting a wife who had stood by him through his toughest days to marry a piece of fluff.
"I took some comfort in the fact that this was nothing new. Other women had been tossed aside by men who favored much younger girls. When Jane called me I went over to Veronica's house and enjoyed the company of other women who had the same problem. After we all had a good cry I blurted out: 'Why don't we take teenaged boys for lovers? Why should only men have the right to have young playmates?'
"That's how it all started. Because of the settlements from the divorce courts we were all financially independent and could travel the world if we wanted to in search of male youth. All of us plan to have boys by the dozens if not hundreds. What's to stop us? I'm looking forward to having my first teenaged lover."
When Veronica, Jane and Slone left the office I put the tapes away sure that the women weren't going to go through with their plans. Then, less than two weeks later, I received three letters in the mail postmarked London, England. The gay divorcees had begun their world-wide journey into female pedophilia.
CHAPTER TWO
ENGLAND
Veronica.
"I bet you didn't expect to hear from me. As you can see by the stamp on the envelope we three ladies of leisure are in England. Since Jane and Slone are writing about their adventures at the moment, too, I don't know whose letter you will open first. At any rate I can tell you that all of us had our first teenaged boys. Jane and Slone have already told me about how they made out but I'll leave it up to them to tell you the good news.
"We arrived in London a week ago and spent most of the time sightseeing. After all, none of us are so oversexed that we wanted to grab the first cute kid in pants. Let me tell you that these English boys aren't as cold and distant as they're supposed to be. I found it surprisingly easy to induce a boy of 14 to have sex relations. Yes, that's how old he is ... fourteen. I've outpointed my husband's lover by four years. I'm almost tempted to send him this letter instead of mailing it to you just to tease him but he'd only use it against me to prove that I'm a lady sex fiend who doesn't deserve alimony payments.
"Well, to the meat of the matter. The three of us agreed to go our separate ways for this first boy hunt and compare notes later on. I put on my tightest fitting set of slacks, a sweater, loafers and nothing else except for a small purse with some money in it to pay off the lucky lad.
"I took a bus to the center of London and walked around the theatre district. Other women were strolling along by themselves and I realized that they were prostitutes. This became more obvious to me when I saw men pick them up and hurry off to hotels. One fat, bald-headed gent of sixty or so tired to pick me up because he assumed I was selling my ass. 'A pound?' he asked.
"Naturally it took me a moment before I understood that he was trying to fix my price. A pound in England is now worth about two and a half bucks. Let me tell you I was insulted! Was that all the old goat thought I was worth? When I walked by him he raised his offer by another pound. I didn't bother to answer and he just shrugged his shoulders and turned to a hooker next to me. 'A pound?' he asked.
"Without a word this girl, who was no more than twenty, slipped her hand in his and off they went to the nearest hotel. How damned easy it is for men, no matter how old, to find sex on the street by simply paying for it.
"I thought it amusing being taken for a prostitute and rolled my rear end a little more as I walked. A boy in his late teens with a face full of pimples blushed when he tried to pick me up. I pegged him for a virgin out to discover his manhood in the bed of a prostitute. It would have been so easy for me to lead the boy on and get him to fornicate me but I decided against it. I wanted a younger, prettier lad for my first experience.
"I kept walking until I was sure I was out of the district where hookers plied their trade. Even so men and boys kept glancing in my direction. Some of the boys were very young ... thirteen, fourteen and fifteen. I knew that they desired me but considered themselves much to young to express themselves to a woman of thirty. Then I saw this one cute boy with sandy hair, blue eyes and dimples gazing at me with a sexy expression on his baby-face. He was standing outside a movie house and just watching the girls go by. I could see that he was alone so I edged over to him pretending that I was interested in looking at the still pictures advertising the movie inside. I felt the boy turn and run his eyes up and down my body. Boys in their teens had always looked at me in this fashion but this was the first time I ever expected to respond to the interest. Blood pounded in my temples and my breath became short. I had been planning for this for so long and now it was going to happen. I wondered if I could really go through with it and seduce a young lad.
"'Is the movie any good?' I heard myself asking.
"The boy seemed stunned by this first overture but he regained him composure soon enough. 'Oh, yes,' he answered. 'I've just seen it."
"'And you're on your way home?'
"He seemed confused by my interest and said he expected to hang around downtown London first before walking home because his mother was still at work and he had to wait for her to unlock the door.
"It turned out that Henry (that's his name) lived in one of the poorer districts of London with his mother and three other brothers. His father had deserted the family years before which made me feel I had something in common with him; both of us had been rejected by the men in our lives who were supposed to provide protection.
"Henry warmed to me when he realized I was interested in him. (He didn't know by how much.) He chatted away and wanted me to tell him about America. He seemed to think the place was full of cowboys and Indians. Since he still had an hour to kill before walking home I decided to make it the happiest hour of his young life.
"My most immediate problem was to take the lad someplace where we could be alone. I thought of taking him back to the hotel but I was afraid of alerting the house detective. The last thing I wanted was to be arrested on my first time out on a sex rap. If an adult male can be arrested for seducing minor girls I was certain that this same law had to apply to women who have relations with boys.
"I saw an abandoned building near a park which was destined to be torn down according to Henry and I told him that I'd like to see the place. The boy tagged along after me like a lost puppy. I could see that not many people showed him affection or even attention so he lapped mine up. This was an adventure for him, showing an American lady the sights of London.
"We went inside the building which smelled of dust. An old drunk was snoring in a comer of one of the rooms. Luckily he was the only other person in the place. Henry wanted to leave but I led him on into an empty room which looked fairly clean. It was windowless so no one would catch me in the act. If someone else entered the building I would have enough time to get my clothes back on because the room was at the end of a long passageway.
"All the walls were filled with obscene diagrams and words. Who ever scribbled them on obviously had a thing for anal intercourse because women were shown bending over while huge penises were being thrust into their rears. Henry blushed when he saw them but his innocent blue eyes kept traveling back to the pornography on the walls. 'This ain't no place for a lady,' he told me.
"'Who says I'm a lady?' I answered responding to the opening. To make my point clearer I cupped my hand over his crotch. I felt his soft penis jump. 'How would you like to make a pound?' I added. I suppose I picked this price because that seemed to be the going rate for sex on the streets of London.
"Poor Henry! He didn't know what to say. He hadn't expected the blonde American 'lady' to be so forward. Still, he didn't step away from my hand and he allowed me to grasp his crotch a little harder. I could feel his young sex organ swell quickly. Everything was happening with such delightful ease. I could see that the fourteen year old wasn't going to scream for the cops and he trembled with excitement. 'Don't be so nervous, Henry,' I soothed. 'Haven't you ever had sex before?'
"He cleared his throat a few times before he spoke. 'N ... no ... No, not at all ... '
"'There has to be a first time,' I told him. 'You do want to earn a pound, don't you?'
"With this twin offer of sex and money suddenly thrust at the young lad he didn't push my hand away when I opened his trousers and pulled out his erected penis. I was surprised at how large it was. He was built almost like an adult male. For all I knew his penis was of normal size for his age since this was the first lad I had ever touched so intimately.
"Henry was caught up in the sexual excitement and dropped his pants and shorts. He had a cute, smooth behind which felt almost feminine to my touch. I paused to listen for any footsteps in the hall. When I heard nothing but the old drunk snoring I took off my sweater. The boy gasped when he gazed at my naked breasts. 'Ohhhh! Ohhhhhhh!' he sighed and he put his hands on them. Henry rubbed his thumbs over my red nipples and stared as they stiffened into points. I was giving the lad a lesson in anatomy.
"I stripped off my jeans and stood in front of the boy naked except for my loafers. Henry's hands roamed my flesh and the poor thing trembled with passion. I helped him out of the best of his clothes and discovered that he had a smooth, beautiful body beneath his drab garments. There was a small patch of pubic hair over his penis which was slightly darker than the hair on his head. I arranged our clothes on the floor to form a makeshift cot.
"Henry kept running his eyes and hands all over my body and, obviously taking his cue from the drawings on the walls, shoved his sex organ between my butt halves when I bent over. Now I don't mind anal intercourse but I wanted to do this first boy the regular way. 'I'll show you how to do it, pet,' I said and stretched out over our clothes.
I reached out my arms and told him to come down on top of me.
"The teenager still shook as he placed his naked flesh on mine. He was so very nervous. I grasped his throbbing organ and guided it to my cleft. Then I slipped my hands over his soft rear and pushed his body down. The boy's hard rod filled me completely with one stroke. 'Ohhhh! OHHHHHH!' he cried aloud.
"'Easy,' I told him. 'We want to be alone. Move up and down ... in and out. That's all there is to sex."
"Once the lad got the hang of it he pumped like a man. He breathed hotly into my ear and kept grunting with sheer joy. My nipples dug into his hairless chest and he seemed surprisingly light. He was about half my ex-husband's weight so it took me a few moments to get used to his mild pressure.
"'Something ... something ... ,' the young lad gasped and his fornicating movements became clumsy.
"The dear! He was about to have his first orgasm in a woman's body. He was so new at the game of sex that he couldn't understand what was happening to him. I pressed my hands over his cute behind again and whispered: 'Let it go. Don't hold back."
"The fourteen year old English boy climaxed. His fluid spurted out into my body in a strong, virile flood. His virginity. I was taking the lad's sweet virtue. I embraced the boy and pressed my lips on his. We held this kiss while his sperm shot and shot.
"Down in the hall the old drunk muttered and I heard a bottle smash. He was getting up! I hated to break sexual contact but it had to be done. I urged Henry to get off my body just after he finished his orgasm and pulled on my slacks. The boy tried to hurry into his clothes but the child was still so aroused that he was awkward. Footsteps kept coming closer and I heard the drunk muttering louder and louder. I was fully dressed but Henry was pushing his shirt into his trousers when this ugly old man stumbled into the room. 'Wot's up ear'?' he demanded gazing at the two of us with red eyes.
"Caught in the act! Well, not exactly in the act but the creaking old drunk threw a scare into me. I said something about buying the property the building was standing on and hurried out of the room. Henry kept fixing his clothes as we rushed down the hallway and I could feel those red eyes burning into the back of my neck. I was sure that the man was adding two and two and coming up with a sexy sum.
"I took the boy to a nearby soda fountain (sweet shop, they call it in England) and ordered a couple of dishes of ice cream. I felt we needed something to cool us off. Henry kept gazing at me longingly as he ate still not quite believing what had happened to him. He looked like such an angel with those big blue eyes and those dimples. Although I had technically made him a man he still looked like a virgin boy.
"'It's time you went home to mother,' I tolu him. 'She must be worried."
"The lad seemed stricken that I was about to end our relationship 'You're leaving me?' he asked in a timid, pleading voice.
"Tears actually sprang to my eyes. He made it sound as if I were deserting him. I could have softened the blow by promising to meet him again tomorrow but I wasn't cruel enough to lift his hopes only to have them dashed. Then I remembered the money I had promised him for services rended. When I slipped the pound note into his boyish hand he didn't seemed thrilled. What he really wanted was another bout on the floor.
"I hurried out of the sweet shop and hailed a cab before the boy could follow me. When I looked back over my shoulder as the car drove away I saw him standing near the curb looking like a waif out of Oliver Twist. Guilt ran through me like a bunch of red-hot needles. I had actually seduced a young boy! When the cab turned a corner and I couldn't see Henry anymore my guilt vanished, too. Yes, I had seduced a boy and had used my ex-husband's alimony money to do it. For the first time in years I had struck back at him for all those young girls he had had throughout our marriage. Now it was my turn to fool around with tender meat.
"Well, there is is ... my first affair with a teenaged boy. I hope the hell this will be published some day so that the world can see that mature women should buy young boys the same way men buy young girls. As that song goes ... things they are a' changing."
Slone.
"Greetings from England. I'm writing this letter in the same room with Veronica and Jane. We all seemed to have had a very busy evening. The other two girls (if I could use that term on women past the age of thirty) will tell you there stories about their adventures with young Limey boys so I'll not give away their secrets despite my love of gossip.
"I was a bit overdressed for teenaged boy chasing because I could hardly picture myself hanging around a comer wearing a basic black evening dress. Instead of going back to the hotel to change I decided to try my luck anyhow.
"As an old hand at crashing parties I knew where some were being held in London so I crashed one that had several very young males in attendance. I simply slipped passed the doorman with a group of people in evening clothes so no one dared to question me. Everyone thought someone else had extended me an invitation.
"The party took place in one of the more fashionable sections of London. There seemed to be no special occasion for it so I just assumed that the people who attended were in the class where parties were the order of the day and no reason was needed to give one. I circulated around with a drink in my hand picking out the number of boys who were in the age group I wanted. There was a fat, pimply lad of about fifteen with glasses who seemed to be as sexy as left-over oatmeal. Another boy was seventeen or so who had a slight limp ... in his wrist. To put it quite bluntly the kid was queer. I thought how interesting it would be for me to introduce him to heterosexual behavior and probably change his whole life but my eyes then fell upon a tall, slim, attractive boy who had certain sophistication about him despite his age. He gazed at the party without expression and I knew that he was bored by it all. I couldn't blame him because it was a stuffy affair with few people to distract him.
"I slipped next to his side and felt his eyes taking me in. I suppose the reason I had worn my basic black in the first place was that it was my most flattering dress and it made me appear slimmer and taller. I turned around and caught the lad's glance. He smiled at me. 'Are you with the Tollivers?' he asked.
"Whoever the Tollivers were I didn't know but I nodded my answer hoping that it would be enough. He seemed to accept it and I introduced myself. My accent made his face brighten. 'An American? How nice! I spent a summer there once,' he said.
"This gave us a conversational point and we talked about the former colony for a few minutes. I also found out that his name was Roger and he was sixteen. Sixteen. How does that age grab you? A few more not-to-subtle questions on my part brought out the fact that he was at the party only because his parents forced him to come with them. They were socially prominent so they couldn't afford to miss certain social duties and this was one of them. Roger's father, by the by, happened to be a real, live millionaire! I was tempted to drop the boy and aim my attentions at the old man until he pointed him out to me. Roger's father looked like a bad job of embalming. His mother was an improvement; she looked like a good job of embalming. It was hard to believe that such an unattractive pair of parents could have given rise to such an attractive son.
"After I finished my drink I had another and Roger followed me about the crowded room. I knew that he was interested in me because I, clever bitch, kept dropping sexual bon mots. I wanted to give the lad, if he had any maturity at all, the idea that I was a woman who was ready for anything. When I had the second drink in me I gathered up the nerve to suggest a more thorough examination of the town house. Roger readily agreed to be my guide. 'The Remingtons don't like their guests to wander about but I don't think they'll mind,' he informed me. The Remingtons, in this case, happened to be the ones who owned the joint.
"The sixteen year old lad seemed to know his way around the house and I gave him a slight jab with my elbow and said: 'I'll bet you've taken some girls you found at other parties to the bedrooms here?' (How is that for subtlety?)
"He smiled most charmingly and answered: I must confess that I have given that matter a great deal of thought but, unfortunately, I've yet to put my thoughts into practice."
"As formal as his statement reads on paper the lad did put a sexy undertone in it which told me that he was primed for a bolder advance from me. When we came upon a small, neat bedroom which was used by a sleep-in servant now hustling drinks, I shoved my hips against the lad and looked him squarely in the eyes. Since I didn't have all the time in the world I came directly to the point: 'Why waste the opportunity?' I told him.
"As sophisticated as the boy was he couldn't quite believe that a woman of forty would actually want a boy of sixteen to make love to her. 'Opportunity?' he repeated as if biding for time in which to think.
"The small room was very quiet. It was located in one of the upper floors so that the party sounds didn't even reach our ears. I underlined my desires by closing the door. 'In America,' I told him, 'mature men chase young girls all the time. The new rage is for mature women to chase young boys. Is it the same in England?'
"Roger smiled weakly and sat down on the bed as if he had just been hit with a severe blow to the stomach. He recovered and looked at me again. 'Do you really mean...? The two of us...? Right here and now...? ' he said in a voice heavy with hope and lust.
"For an answer I stepped out of my high heeled shoes. Roger still couldn't believe what he was seeing and waited until I asked him to pull down the zipper of my dress. There was always that chance, of course, that he would reject me out of fear, inexperience or a simple lack of interest in me as a woman. Then I felt my zipper coming down. He was willing.
"I took off my dress and Roger began to strip. When I undid the tops of my stockings from the garter belt he paused to stare. A leg man, I assumed. When I took the stockings off he continued to undress until he was naked.
"I don't use the word 'beautiful' often in describing males but this term fitted the sixteen year old lad perfectly. He had a well-muscled body that looked as if it had been sculptured out of marble. Roger's sex organ was in a state of arousal and he touched it nervously with his hand as he stared at my nakedness. 'Ever do it before?' I asked.
"Twice,' he answered. 'My parents fired the maid when they found us together though."
"I had felt all along that Roger wasn't exactly inexperienced. Somehow I was glad that I wasn't going to be the first. In this way I could never be accused of destroying his virtue.
"The bed was narrow since it was only made for one person. We resolved this problem by going into it in layers; I on the bottom and the lad on top. He didn't waste anytime and thrust into me right away. Roger moved well and with power. My nipples grew into points and dug against his chest.
"Roger swallowed hard as he engaged in the sexual act. His whole body seemed alive with excitement. I caressed his back with my hands and kissed his neck as he kept thrusting. In all my married years I had not so much as kissed another man and now I was having intercourse with a teenaged boy. Even after the divorce I had not had relations until this moment. The lad made me realized how I had neglected my most basic needs. His pumping sex organ deep inside my flesh reminded me that I was a woman and an attractive one at that.
""Oh, darling!' the boy whispered aloud and his movements suddenly slowed.
"Roger's spurting male fluid flowed into my body. I embraced him and ran the tip of my tongue in and out of his ear. His orgasm kept flowing strongly and he pumped up and down a few more times in a spasm of lust. We held onto one another in silence and I felt his male member grow softer and smaller. Roger lifted his head and gazed down at me with liquid eyes. 'It's been so long,' he said.
"'So long? You're only sixteen."
"The last time was seven months ago when I was fifteen and that's a long time for me."
"'How old was this maid?'
"'About your age, thirty."
"His compliment pleased me as much as his pumping maleness had. He had taken ten years off my actual age. I always knew that cocktail dress did something for me. As for this maid I could see that it wasn't all that unusual in England for mature women and young boys to get together. So far I had the idea that my quest for virile studs in their teens was unique. There was no telling just how many other women there were prowling around after youthful meat.
"Roger placed his hands on my breasts and moved them around. He bent low and sucked on one of my nipples. I stroked his hair and noticed a mirror against one of the walls. I could catch our naked reflections in it and I wondered about the servant who would position the mirror in such a fashion over his bed. I could easily see the boy's entire body; his long and hairless legs, his beautifully cut torso, and his face against my breast. It was hard for me to realize that this lad was old enough to be my son because we seemed to fit so perfectly together as lovers.
"As time had been the element that had made me be so forward in the first place it also made me break our physical contact. I was, after all, in a strange house with a strange boy I had picked up only moments before. If this wasn't bad enough I was also a party-crasher.
"I told the lad that all good things must come to an end and took his head off my nipple. I put on my clothes and Roger dressed quickly knowing as well as I that the son of a social lion could not afford to be caught in bed with a middle-aged American lady.
"When we returned to the party no one seemed to have missed us. Several more people had come so the town house was fairly jammed. With the goal of my visit over I decided to enjoy myself and got a little loaded. Roger followed me about like a shadow and I could see that people were beginning to notice the Odd Couple with raised eyebrows. I decided to call it a night and walked outside. Roger, of course, followed. 'Shall I take you home?' he asked with an undertone that meant we could have another bed to flop into.
"'No, Roger,' I said. 'My husband wouldn't like it.' " 'I could always introduce him to my sister,' he smiled. 'She's my twin."
"Now that makes for a campy picture: a beautiful set of twins in the sack with a pair of middle-aged Americans. 'Don't bother,' I said. 'My husband likes his girls younger."
"Roger kept following me asking for another date. I then remembered that the lad had a little token of my esteem coming to him so I shoved some money (I still don't know how much) into one of his pockets. The boy was offended. 'Really now!' he gasped. 'Don't cheapen our affair. I don't need money. You Americans think that money is the answer to every question."
The boy didn't follow me after that and this made me a little sad. I had cheapened our roll in the hay with a gift of money but this had been my intention. I wanted to buy the lad even though he didn't need my money. In this way I had exercised some power over him just as my husband had over his young female friends. The money that I gave Roger came directly out of my alimony so, if effect, my husband paid for my young lover.
"I suppose, right now, Roger is cursing me for my crassness. This is a pity, really, because I would've continued our relationship if it wasn't for the fact that I'm on this world-wide cruise for other young males. You'll be hearing about them soon enough."
Jane.
"Veronica and Slone told me about their first boys and I feel like a slob in comparison. To begin with my boy was rather lumpish and ungainly. I met him in a park and he was popping peanuts in his mouth while sitting on a bench. It was a very close to sundown and the park was empty except for the two of us. Since I left the hotel I just been wandering around wondering just how a woman of thirty-five goes about having sex relations with a teenaged boy.
"I suppose the only reason I went to the park in the first place was hoping that a teenaged boy would rape me and then this would be my first affair with a lad. But the park was empty save for that boy with the peanuts. He finished one bag and then, at last, took notice of the woman seated directly across the lane from him. I wouldn't say that he was a sex fiend exactly because he just looked at me blankly and then opened a second bag of peanuts. He reminded me of those male wallflowers I used to see at dances when I was a girl. The boy was short, stocky and bland looking. By his clothes I'd put him in the middle-income bracket.
"It was getting darker and the boy was running out of peanuts so I knew I had to make my move especially since the lad showed no interest in doing it for me. I walked across the lane and sat next to him. This move so stunned the boy that he stopped eating. 'Would you like to earn a pound?' I said coming, I suppose, right into the heart of the matter.
"'A pound?' he said. 'What for?'
"Well, I certainly was out on a limb now. What else could I say? 'For love,' I answered.
"He cleared his throat and coughed up a peanut. 'You want to pay meV he asked probably thinking I was a prostitute and he had misunderstood.
"I then made up a story about being a nymphomanica with a passion for boys who needed to have love at least once a day or go insane. He still looked at me blankly. Just to get him to respond to something I asked him his name. Let me now introduce you to the lad: Michael, age fifteen.
"Night fell upon us as he bolted down the last peanut. The park was lit up except for a lamp post here and there along the lane. It was a perfect place for sex if you weren't too fussy and, at that moment, I just wanted to get the damned thing over with. I didn't like the short, chunky eater of peanuts but he was fifteen and male and that's all that counted.
"'Let's go and do it in the bushes,' I said with brisk directness.
"The boy walked into the bushes and stood awkwardly in front of me. I took his hand and placed it against my cleft. 'See, it don't bite,' I told him.
"Michael curled one of his fingers inside my opening and I could see that I had finally gotten to him. I felt around for his zipper and pulled it down. He was wearing jockey shorts and I scooped his erect thing out of the fly. Michael showed more manhood and virility here than he had shown me thus far. This lad was, to use a phrase, well-endowed.
"The ground was soft and somewhat muddy so I leaned against the nearest tree. I kicked my panties off so that I could have the freedom of my legs. As I held my skirt up the boy undid his belt and brought his pants and shorts down to his ankles but without stepping out of them. In the darkness he groped for my sexual opening until he found it. He shoved one of his fingers in as if assuring himself that I had enough depth to accept his upraised part. Then he came in close and pushed his engorged maleness in between my legs.
"Michael made just one, swift movement and he was all the way inside my body. He was shorter than I was and I could see the top of his head as he rutted away. I felt as if I were being attacked by a bull. Instead of holding my body for support he held the tree. The boy grunted with each stroke and he seemed to be holding back his release. I had taken him for a virgin but now I began to wonder.
"The fifteen year old boy moved back and savagely and I found myself getting excited despite my previous coldness towards him. I spread my legs further apart and the bark of the tree scratched my bare can as the youngster continued rutting. He grunted aloud and paused. His climax came and I almost jumped up to the nearest branch of the tree because of the virility of it. Perhaps all those peanuts built up his sexuality.
"Was that all right, miss?' he asked.
"That was the most marvelous sex I've had in weeks,' I told him. 'You've certainly earned your money."
"I dropped my skirt as soon as he pulled out of me and stuck my panties in my handbag when I opened it. Don't ask me why I didn't put it on. I'm sure it has all kinds of symbolic meanings. I gave the boy his money and he looked at it in the dark with his pants and shorts still gathered at his feet.
"I decided to take this opportunity to run since the boy was in a somewhat indelicate position and skipped quickly into the lane and towards the entrance to the park. Just as I was about to leave three boys in their teens whistled at me and I shouted back over my shoulders: Too late, lads, I've had my supply for today."
"The boys looked at me dumbly as I hurried towards the underground (subway) and caught the train that led back to this hotel. As you can see my first affair wasn't romantic or even very memorable. All I had was a 'quickie' in the park standing against a tree. Still, I'll have to admit, it was exciting while it lasted. I hope my next affair will be something to write home about."
CHAPTER THREE
EGYPT
Slone.
"If Cairo has an excess of anything, it's hordes of street waifs. Seemingly homeless boys seem to be everywhere in great, begging packs. As soon as we got off the plane at the airport we were surrounded by boys between the ages of eight to eighteen offering us their services. I don't mean sexual services. Even half-wild Arab street boys have a bit more discretion than that.
"Veronica and Jane were tired when we got to our hotel and they wanted to stay and rest but I was anxious to get out on the road and see what Egypt had to offer in the way of eroticism.
"'Now don't come back with some fantastic sex story,' Jane said as I was going out the door.
"Well, as it happened, I did come back with a fantastic sex story which will sound like fiction but just happens to be the truth. When I told it to my other sisters-in-sin they turned green with envy. Not only I had gotten my sexual licks in (and in more ways than one) I had become the champion boy-fornicator of our little group and I was the oldest!
"To business. Get yourself comfortable and have a drink before you read on. Ready?
"I went on one of those sight-seeing bus trips that caters to tourists just to get the lay of the land. (Pun intended.) While the tour guide pointed out something of tremendous historical importance I noticed a bunch of shacks on the other side of the bus. When I asked the guide about them he became very self-conscious and answered: 'Boys live there who have no homes. They are beggers. Each country has them'
"The tour guide thought I was trying to downgrade his country by asking about the shacks and beggers and that's why he came up with that dig about every country having them. As he talked to the other people in the bus about ancient history and dead heroes I was more interested in the more immediate present and those lovely, ragged boys that hung around the shacks. When the tour bus stopped I slipped away and walked back to the shanty town.
"As I approached this Arab version of Boy's Town swarthy youngsters looked out of windows at me and withdrew as I came closer. Usually these boys swarm all over an obvious tourist but now I was in a place tourists were never seen ... in their own home grounds.
"From what I could see of the place the huts were all hand made out of discarded boxes and bits of blankets. I couldn't see a single female or, for that matter, a male adult. The inhabitants of this one-sexed little village were boys under the age of eighteen.
"A ragged youngster of about seventeen edged over to me and asked: 'You government lady?'
"He obviously thought I was in the employ of the Egyptain government to check on the plight of homeless boys. When I told him I was just an American tourist he seemed to relax a little. 'My name is called Achmed,' he informed me. 'You want buy something?'
"I doubted if he knew just what I had in mind so I asked: 'What are you selling?'
"Achmed shrugged and led me over to his hut. I soon realized what he thought I was after as soon as we got inside. 'You want these smokes?' he asked.
"He offered me hand-rolled cigarettes with no brand-name on them. It took me a moment before I realized what they were: marijuana! I had smoked reefers on occasions back in the states and this seemed as good a time as any to light up another stick of the weed that soothes. I bought a dozen and, to get the ball rolling, I offered one to the boy. He seemed grateful and we both lit up. Once Achmed was sure I wasn't with the government and only a crazy American tourist out for kicks he relaxed and offered me a seat. Since the only place to sit on was a straw mattress I had to torture my forty year old bones a little before I could get into some kind of comfortable position.
"The place, to be frank, was a dump. It was more like a chicken coop than a place for human beings to live in. Besides the mattress the only other pieces of furniture was a small, metal stove, a bucket half-filled with greasy water and a box in which were piled food and clothes together.
As I pulled on the weed, however, it began to slowly grow into a palace. This was not the mild pot we find in America but a powerful drug which had me floating in a few seconds. Everything the Arab boy said seemed very funny to me and I laughed aloud. Achmed seemed to be just as amused by what I was saying so we had a ball on those two sticks.
"Another boy, two years younger than Achmed, came in and seemed surprised by the American lady sitting in a hovel smoking pot with a teenaged Arab. 'He is called Omar,' my youthful pot pusher introduced. 'We live here together."
"In my mood I was ready for a double-header in my sexual adventures so I told the lad to pull up a piece of the mattress and suck on a weed. I sat between the lads like a big book between two thin bookends. These boys were under-sized and hungry looking and my maternal instincts were touched. I placed my hands on their legs and squeezed. 'What do you boys do for love?' I wondered.
"Again Achmed shrugged. 'Girls cost money. We will never marry. Life is hard,' he said summing up his life briefly.
"I opened my purse and fished out six American dollars and split it up between the lads. 'How much love can this buy?' I asked.
"Achmed looked at Omar and Omar looked at Achmed. I felt a hand, I don't remember whose, under my dress. These boys didn't require much encouragement. Faces began to appear at the single window and Omar shouted. The boys went away and the fourteen year old brought a shutter down. He also tied the door shut making the hut hot and gloomy. I took a couple of more drags on my Egyptian reefer and things got cooler and lighter.
"I tried to get up but I had been sitting hunched over on the floor for so long that the boys had to help me. Once I got to my feet I started to take off my clothes. The boys were naked inside of a second. All they had to do was wriggle a bit and off came their blouses and pants. Their bodies were thin, dark and hard like polished wood. Omar, although he was the younger of the two, had a larger sex organ which was already aroused and waiting. Achmed's male member partially limp and I stroked it a few times making it rise up like a cobra for a snake charmer.
"I piled my clothes neatly in the cleanest comer of the hovel and the brown boys moved in on me. Their hands traveled all over my pale body touching me in the most intimate places. Omar, the fourteen year old, seemed more interested in my rear than any other place and he pressed in on me there. His rod of flesh slipped between my butt halves and I felt it probe against my anal opening. People in different countries, I've heard, had different erotic practices that turned them on. As far as the young Arab boy was concerned, at least, sodomy was his meat.
"Achmed wasn't waiting for his friend to have his way first and rubbed his hand hard over my vagina. Grayish smoke, sweet-smelling and heavy, drifted over our naked bodies. This rays of sunlight came through the cracks in the shuttered window like strips of gold. I realize that this is a very flowery description for a begger's hut but that was what I felt at the time. You must always keep in mind I was high on the champagne of hand-rolled marijuana.
"There was a sharp pain as Omar pushed his rod first into my anus. The sixteen year old Arab boy began his erotic assault slipping his rather small organ into my cleft. Considering his sexual size I wished that he was the one with a fetish for rear ends instead of that excessively well-built fourteen year old.
"I was now sandwiched between two young boys and they encircled me with their dark, naked arms. Achmed shoved all the way in and his thin body slammed against me time and time again as he was caught in the frenzy of his desires. I thought that pot was supposed to slow down sexual drives but the Egyptain variety seemed to have the opposite effect on the boys as well as me. In my more sober moments I think it is kind of wild for a grown woman to have two boys at the same time but, at that particular moment, three made a very pleasant crowd.
"As the sixteen year old fornicated madly his younger companion kept inching into my rear. Even in my numbed and lustful state I found his sodomizing painful but I gritted my teeth until I felt the boy's hard body against mine as he sunk his hefty part all the way into my anal passage. He then started to move out again to proceed with further erotic moves.
"Achmed arched Ids slender torso up against me and his orgasm shot forth. At this moment the younger boy started to move into my rear once more only, this time, he pushed faster. Outside I heard whisperings and Omar shouted. The whisperings stopped and there was a scurrying of feet like rats in a wall. The other boys were hanging around drawn to the closed shutter, the closed door and the American woman beyond them with two of their kind. It surely didn't take much imagination to understand what all three of us were doing.
"The sixteen year went down on his knees as soon as his climax was over and mouthed my pubic region. His tongue swept inside my body as the fourteen year shoved all the way into my anal area once more.
"That gray marijuana smoke dirfted slowly about us and I inhaled some. It had the same effect as if I had smoked it directly from a reefer. Achmed's tongue seemed to be growing to penis size as he pressed his thin face between my legs. It was the pot, I knew, that was giving me these ideas but there was nothing I could do to keep from getting higher. With every breath I took I inhaled the drug-saturated air. I was sure that these boys had locked up their Utile hut before to smoke their troubles away. It is a very economical high because you keep inhaling the same smoke you've just exhaled a moment ago.
"Omar was now thrusting as rapidly as if he were having genital instead of anal intercourse with me. He kept pushing me into his friend's chewing, licking mouth and Achmed pushed my body back against his thick manhood. The younger boy suddenly grabbed my breasts hard when he shoved into my anus and his climax came. As he poured out his fluid he massaged my breasts, playing with the lust-hard nipples.
"The fourteen year old broke contact at last and my anal passage throbbed. Achmed licked my sexual opening a few more times and went over to the water bucket. He scooped up the liquid with his hand and swallowed. Omar scooped up a handful of water but, instead of drinking it, he washed his over-worked sex organ. Not to be left out I placed both my hands in the water and spilled it over my breasts. I stretched out on the mattress and closed my eyes as I quietly took in the marijuana fumes.
"The boys sat next to me and gently rubbed my body. They whispered to one another and I couldn't understand what they were saying. Then a sudden flood of sunshine hit my face. When I looked up I saw Omar, fully dressed, by the window. I wasn't so junked up that I couldn't take a hint so I climbed back into my clothing. I gave each boy a couple of sticks of marijuana as a sort of tip and stumbled out into reality once more. Arab begger boys, encouraged by the knowledge that I was not a 'government lady' stuck their hands out. I still had some of the reefers left to I gave them away. I wasn't a habitual user anyhow so I wanted to get rid of them. I also had a passing thought about being busted at the custom's office for carrying them once I tried to get out of the country.
"I was sure that the tour bus had taken off long ago but, to my surprise, it was still in the same spot. It was empty because the guide was off with the rest of the tourist showing them the glories of days gone by. I closed my eyes once more and this time I fell asleep.
"The tour guide himself woke me up when he stopped at the hotel and he asked me, in a rather snotty way: 'I trust that the madam enjoyed her trip?'
"I could tell by the way he used the word 'trip' that he knew I had been pot smoking. I suppose it was fairly obvious that I had been on the stuff by the sweet smell that clung to my clothes and the vague way I acted. It didn't matter to me what he thought so I told him that I had a lovely time and that I found Egyptians a lovely people both coming and going. I was sure that this last statement was lost on him but I'm sure that you know what I meant then.
"I've already told Veronica and Jane about my adventures in the Arab Boys Town but now I'll tell you something I haven't the nerve to bring up to them just now ... I was rolled. When one of those lovely boys massaged my body the other, Omar, I think, emptied all the cash I had in my purse at the time. It didn't come to much, thirty dollars, but it still hurts. If a woman can't trust her teenaged lovers who can she trust? At any rate, this is a good lesson; I'll never again go boy-hunting with more money than I can afford to lose. I guess I'll have to tell Veronica and Jane about my being robbed sooner or later but I want it to be later. I don't want to ruin the story of my adventures with a sixteen year old and a fourteen year old Arab boy with such a depressing punch line.
"Well, you live and you learn. See you in the next letter. I have no idea where I'll be because we're still arguing over our next country before we've used up this one."
Jane.
"I suppose you'll get Slone's letter before mine because she shacked up with boys before I even had time to unpack. Her story is pretty sordid, really, but I'll let her tell you what had happened. She also told me about being robbed by her teenaged lover. I don't want to sound like a bitch and inform you of this if she hasn't but it will give you some idea of what three divorcees adrift in a sea of panting boys are up against.
"When I left the hotel I made sure to leave most of my money and my watch in the room. It is a wise girl who learns from the mistakes of others. Remembering my first affair in the London park I took pains to avoid the parks in Cairo. There were plenty of likely lads around but I just couldn't bring myself to approach them directly as I had in London.
"English is spoken as a second language in Egypt because the British had occupied the country for so long. This solved the problem of communication ... on a verbal level. I warmed up to my task of stopping nice looking boys on the streets and asking for directions. I didn't want to go anywhere especially but it did give me the opportunity to make contact with the youth of Egypt.
"Of course there was always the direct approach of asking a footloose, virile youngster if he wanted to make a few dollars making love to a woman of thirty-five. I have the feeling, as this trip goes on, I'll be using it more and more. You must understand that teenaged boys simply don't expect such propositions from adult females. When I ask them for directions they are sure that that is what I actually want and not their still growing bodies.
"It was getting warm so I stopped into a bar for a drink. Egyptians don't drink much alcohol because it is against their religion or something. Most of them prefer coffee houses to bars and, what bars there are, cater mainly to foreigners.
"Unescorted females were not allowed at the bar itself so a waiter directed me to a table where I ordered a Tom Collins. This drink was brought to me by a seventeen year old lad with the longest eye lashes I've ever seen. He had fine, delicate features and a light complexion so I assumed that he was another product of Britain's long tenure in Egypt. I was further convinced of this when he told me that his name was John. The boy spoke English perfectly and he told me that he had been educated at a school for orphans that was supported by British missionaries. This made me feel that John would be my next target. He was alone in the world and would probably respond to my advances.
"When the fine-featured lad brought me another drink I asked the question so many men, my husband included, had asked so many waitresses: 'When do you get off work?'
"John told me that he had another two hours to go and I claimed that I wanted to hire him as a guide. The boy said that there were many professional guides in the city and he didn't like to poach on their territory. I gave the boy a story about not wanting to see the Cairo tourists always see but the 'real' city as known by the ones who actually lived there. When I added that I was willing to pay ten dollars for this service John quickly agreed to be my guide.
"I nursed three more drinks and then, feeling loaded, I sobered up in a coffee house. When I came back to the bar John was all ready in his blue suit and shiny shoes. He reminded me of a young boy going to his first formal. It was obvious, that he had told the other waiters about me because they kept giving me sly, knowing looks. I was sure that they knew where my interests lay because the bastards were adult males. Only John, the boy, was innocent of my real intentions.
"We went walking around the city for an hour or so and I only half-listened to what he had to say. After hunting all day for the right boy and drinking for so many hours in that bar I was tired. 'Where do you live?' I asked the lad.
"When he told me that he had a room only a five minute walk away I asked, almost insisted, that he bring me there. 'But it is not a place for you,' he pleaded. 'It is such a miserable little room."
"'But tourists don't usually see it, do they?' I said. That's exactly why I've picked you to be my guide. I want to see how the people of Egypt live."
"The boy gave in and brought me to a small apartment house. He led me up three flights of stairs to a room in the back which was neat enough but, as John had put it so well, 'miserable'. The only window overlooked a brick wall so no sunlight ever got inside the place. There was a cot, a chair, a clothes rack and little else. The only color came from pictures that had been cut out of magazines on the wall. He was a movie fan with a special liking for blonde American stars. Well, at any rate, he was a heterosexual.
"I sat down on the bed because it looked more comfortable than the chair. The boy seemed nervous and I could detect a sexual flush burning his delicate face. I put him at ease by talking about the movie stars he had pictures of on the walls. He seemed to get the idea that, as an American, I had to know them all personally. I pretended that I did and pointed to one star who was about my age and said: 'I suppose you know about this one, don't you?'
"He was all ears. 'No, what about her."
"'Well, I figured you knew because you have her picture. You see, she likes boys your age and not grown men. In America everyone is whispering about the habit she has of actually buying teenaged boys the way men buy young girls. She would snap you up in a minute."
"John's olive complexion became somewhat scarlet. 'She would! Oh, if only I could see her!'
"As you can see I had thrown out the bait and the fish had bitten down on it. He was now hooked and all I had to do was reel him in. Boy-screwing isn't hard at all. As a matter-of-fact it is downright easy.
"'You like older women, John?' I asked.
"'Indeed. Girls my age are so silly. Women your age are ... ' Then he stopped himself because he had become personal. I urged him to continue his statement just to reel him in a bit more. 'Women your age are ... easier to talk to,' he added but I knew he had wanted to say something a lot more sexual.
"'But you would go with that movie star if she asked you?' I wanted to know.
"'But of course. I would do anything to get out of this awful room and go to Hollywood. Perhaps I can even be in the movies myself."
"He was getting mercenery. He was now thinking in sex in terms of what financial advantage he could get out of it. I suppose the basic reason he preferred older women to young girls is that they had more money. Well, that made it just a bit easier for me so I gave the reel a few more turns. 'Would you go with me ... on this bed?' I asked.
"The boy's cheek twitched. To reel him in completely now I placed two ten dollars bills on the bed. 'One bill is for being my guide and the second is for being my lover,' I told him. 'You have already been my guide. It is up to you if you want one bill or both."
"There was a moment of silence. The seventeen year old leaned over and picked up both bills. The fish was now landed and flopped at the bottom of my boat. I took off my shoes and slipped the dress over my head. The young waiter started to remove that shiny blue suit of his with flattering haste. I was surprised to discover that he wore no underwear. He male organ was uplifted and actually moved by itself in throbbing passion. When I took off my bra the boy gazed longingly at my breasts. They weren't large but they seemed to satisfy him. I pulled down my panties and stood naked in front of him. He placed his hands on my hips and stared hard at my sexual area. 'You are like a girl my age,' he sighed.
"'Have you had many girls?' I wanted to know.
"He smiled timidly. 'Not many."
"I wanted him to continue but he remained silent and brought his hands up to my breasts. He was seventeen but no virgin as I was sure my first had been. I sat down on his narrow bed and the boy sat next to me. He kissed me on the lips and brought one of his hands down to my crotch. I leaned backwards and he leaned with me. He lay on his side as I laid on my back. John was very young but he was not impatient. I appreciated his slow approach. I had wanted a more romantic episode and I was getting it in this shabby room with this darling youth.
"John rubbed his throbbing organ against my leg and I curled my fingers over it. I could literally feel his pusating power that was waiting release. The boy, knowing that I was ready, pressed his body down upon mine and guided his virile member into my waiting slit. He pushed his sex organ into me deeply and began to pump. I brought my knees up and pushed against his body as he came down on me. My flesh warmed to his thrustings and I wrapped my legs around his.
"I looked at the crack in the ceiling and then at the pictures of movie stars on the wall. The actress I had pointed out as a boy-lover seemed to stare down at me with hate in her eyes. I had given her a bad reputation and, for the rest of his days, John will dream about the life he could've had with her.
"The seventeen year old lad kept moving sexually as if he had complete control over his orgasm. This was something my husband never learned. When he felt like spilling over he spilled without wondering if I was ready for him or not. The young lad moved with artful grace and thrilling vitality. He hugged me tightly and then allowed his vital juices to shoot free. His heart pounded wildly and his breath was labored.
"When his climax was over I was still hungry for some more sex. I probably surprised the lad when I lowered my head to take his damp organ orally. I mouthed him until he became erect with wanting once again. There was another full orgasm and I kept mouthing him until I took all he had to give. I kept fellating the attractive young boy until his flesh became very soft and could arouse no more for awhile.
"'Did you like that?' I asked.
"'Take me with you to America,' he answered flatly. 'I will be your boy, your slave."
"The idea of having a seventeen year old Egyptian boy around me as a sex slave was appealing but I had to turn him down. When I dressed I told him that he should stay in the room until after I had gone. I made up some excuse of wanting to break our relationship off clean but I was really afraid that he might follow me to my hotel.
"I left the boy lying there naked on bed and I was happy to see that he paid no attention to the money on the chair. His dark eyes were all for me as I walked out of his room and out of his life forever.
"Now isn't that an improvement over that peanut-eater of London? If all the boys I'll be meeting in the future are like John I might spend my life (and my husband's alimony checks) fornicating and fellating all around the world. However, we are debating where we should go next. I'm for sticking a pin into the map of the world and leave it to luck ... another four-letter word."
Veronica.
"These Arabs are simply wild for blondes! When I go out in the street and stop on a corner I have an audience. Blondes in Egypt are about as rare as palm trees in Alaska. I didn't think I'd have much trouble finding a boy who would bed down with me but the men kept getting in the way. So far I've had about a dozen propositions from males between the ages of twenty to sixty which is hardly the group I'm interested in.
"I guess it is the exhibitionist in me but I love to walk around the hotel's pool wearing my bikini. Once men see that I have no male companion they instantly offer to fill this gap in my life. Well, I have a gap but I'll fill it in my own way.
"From what Slone and Jane have told me about their affairs they gave me the idea that all Egyptian boys are homeless waifs. This is not so. At the hotel there are many Egyptians families and they must be loaded to pay the freight.
"When I was drifting in the pool on my back a boy from one of these families started to follow me around with his eyes riveted to my near-naked body. At first I thought he was only a child of ten but, on closer inspection, I could see that he was older and that his small frame made him appear younger.
"I drifted to the shallow end of the pool and stood up. This boy drifted next to me and stood up, too. He wasn't disguising his interest in me and just stared holes into my body. He seemed to be an easy make except I wasn't sure about his age. The boy looked so awfully young. I decided to find out just how old he was by coming out and saying: 'Hello. My name is Veronica. What's your's?'
" 'Abdel. I'm named after Nasser.' " 'How wonderful for Nasser. And how old are you, Abdel?'
"'Fourteen."
"That settled that problem. Nasser's namesake was now in my clutches. 'I'm thirty years old,' I told him since turn about is fair play. 'Do you believe that?'
"'Yes,' he told me with boyish directness.
"Further direct answers to direct questions brought out the fact that he was at the hotel with his father who had business to conduct. As I talked to him my mind was on possible seduction sites. I didn't want to take him to my room and I was afraid to go to his. For all I knew his father might pop in at any minute.
"Near the pool were tiny dressing rooms used by people who were not guests at the hotel but, rather, outsiders who paid a fee to swim. There weren't many outsiders in the pool because I could see that most of the doors were open showing the empty cubicals. I could also see a perfect place to bring my young companion for a bit of gap-filling.
"It didn't take urging to get the boy out of the pool. I offered to buy him a soft drink and we went over to the folding chair in which I kept a purse wrapped in a towel. I placed the towel over my neck and walked over to a soda machine. I selected an orange drink and Abdel picked a cola. Without telling him where I wanted to go I walked off and the boy followed me like a brown puppy. He was cute rather than handsome and some baby fat still clung to his cheeks. We walked down to where the small rental rooms were and I glanced about to see if we were alone. We were and I grabbed the boy's arm, pulled him into one of the cubicals and closed the door. There was a slat of wood used as a seat and a single clothes hook inside the room and nothing else. I sat down and immediately grabbed the boy's crotch. 'Do you want to learn an American custom?' I asked.
"The fourteen year old nodded dumbly not knowing how to react. I was overwhelming the poor child. I pulled his bathing trunks down and observed his small, unaroused organ. He had a tiny bit of black pubic hair but the rest of his body was smooth and tan. His behind was plumpish and rather feminine. 'In my country,' I told him, 'women make love to boys your age for luck. I'm sure other American ladies have done it to you."
"Still numbed by my sudden assault he shook his head back and forth for an answer. I took off my bikini and stood up because there was no room to stretch out. The boy's head came up to my shoulders which made the sexual positioning awkward. I patted the lad on his buttocks and told him to step up on the low seat. When he did he was somewhat higher than me but, at least, our genitals were on a more favorable level.
"Abdel was frightened more than aroused and he just gaped at my nakedness in silence. I took his small sex organ between my fingers and rolled it around until it began to swell. To hurry the process I mouthed him until I felt his part engorge and grow until it was fully erected. Even so the boy was no King Kong. Once aroused Abdel's fear vanished. 'Once I saw my sister without clothes,' he told me as if to fill my in on his wicked past. 'Her upstairs things were not as big as yours."
"My 'upstairs things', of course, were my breasts. I took his hands and placed them against them. The boy leaned into me and I took his 'downstairs thing' between my fingers like a small, brown cigar. I placed the entire organ inside my slit at once and the lad shivered. 'Did you ever do this with your sister?' I asked just to be sociable.
"Again he returned to silent head movements and he indicated that he hadn't. I cupped my hands over his chubby can and held him in place while I pushed my torso against his body. His sex organ felt no larger than a finger but I kept pumping against him until he started to squirm. His orgasm was about to come. I hugged him tightly around his plump behind and his liquid squirted into my flesh. This was his virginity. From what the other girls have told me about the boys they had I think I was breaking in one of the few virgin males in Cairo.
"I would have liked to linger and worked out a few of the more erotic positions but people kept passing back and forth and I was afraid that the door would be pulled open and there I'd be found naked with a naked boy.
"I shoved Abdel's trunks on him and then dressed myself. We still had half our sodas left so we finished them and stepped out of the cubical. I hurried and the boy, still the puppy, followed me. I wanted to get away from those dressing rooms as soon as possible. We stopped at the soda machine and had a couple more drinks. 'Well, how do you like that American custom?' I asked.
"'It is very nice,' he told me. 'Do you do it every day to boys?'
"'Why, do you want to do it every day?'
"'Oh, yes!' he cried. 'Wait until I tell father. He ... '
"'Don't tell him or anyone,' I warned. 'This must be a secret between us, right? If you tell it will ruin it all for both of us and you don't want that to happen, do you?'
"He nodded but, by the glint in his eyes, I was afraid he might blab it all over the hotel that the blonde in the bikini had a passion for young boys. I took a couple of dollars out of my purse and handed it to Abdel telling him that it was part of the custom. I warned him once more about the need to keep our affair in the tiny dressing room a secret and dove into the pool.
"The fourteen year old put the two dollars in his wallet and swam after me. I could see that I had just made a friend for life. I played with the youngster for awhile and I could see that the grown men in the pool seemed to be wondering why I was wasting my time on such a child. Then I heard one of the men call Abdel by name. He was a ruggedly good looking man with a barrel chest and gray temples.
"'My father,' the boy explained. 'Do you want to meet him?'
"I begged off and, once more, warned him about revealing our secret. I watched the boy go off with the older man and relaxed a little. By that time Slone had entered the pool and I told her about my latest seduction. She seemed worried. 'Messing with kids at the very hotel you're staying at is bad business. The last thing we can afford is to have one of these boys point us out later on. Love 'em and leave 'em, that's our motto."
"As soon as Slone said this I heard a boy cry and the sound of slapping. Everyone turned. Near the door that led inside the hotel Abdel was being struck hard by his father. I knew that I had something to do with it. There was a cold feeling inside my stomach and I was sure that my boy-hunting cruise was about to be ended. Abdel's father, seeing the trouble he was causing, suddenly stalked off into the hotel. Slone paid little attention to this domestic scene because I hadn't told her that the boy had so recently been my lover. Feeling a bit ill I excused myself and got out of the pool. I sat down on the folding chair with a towel over my face as if I shut out the world.
"'Miss?' I heard a tiny voice whispered next to my ear. When I pulled the towel away I looked into Abdel's tear-streaked face. 'My father didn't believe me when I told him about us. Come and tell him that it was so."
"The boy kept urging me to inform his father that I had seduced him and I kept pretending that he was a fresh kid who was bugging a respectable American divorcee with his filthy lies. When it finally dawned on the boy that I wasn't going to cooperate with him to bring about my downfall he rubbed a few tears out of his eyes and said: 'Does this mean we won't do it tomorrow, too?'
"I didn't answer him and put the towel over my face. Abdel hung around for awhile and shuffled off with his tail between his legs like a whipped puppy. Let me tell you that had been a close call."
CHAPTER FOUR
ITALY
Jane.
"I always thought of Italy as such a sunny country with happy people jumping up and down on grapes but, when we arrived in this country, it was cloudy and the people looked sad. This just goes to show you that one should never generalize about something as big as a country.
"Italians are also noted for being romantics so I hoped that this would not be another false generality. When I walked down the street with Veronica and Slone they seemed to get all the attention because they are built along the more generous lines Latin men seem to prefer. Veronica, because she was the youngest and the only blonde of our small group of divorcees, garnered almost all of the attention. She had her can pinched a few times while I, being narrow where a broad is supposed to be broad was passed by. In this nation where huge bosoms and wide hips are sexually stimulating I felt that I was going to bring all my erotic skills to bear before I landed my next fish.
"I picked a night to do my boy-chasing when Veronica and Slone were more interested in sampling Italian food than Italian males. (I suppose this accounts for the fact that both of them have the ample beamage that so many men seem to adore. But, this sounds catty so don't take my statement too seriously.)
"I hired a car and drove around Rome like a young man out to pick up women. Even after my adventures with boys I still can't get used to the male position of being the pursuer and seducer.
"It was early in the evening so the streets were full of teenaged boys. They were hanging out in front of stores and on the street corners as if hoping for some fantastic thrill to snake them out of their doldrums. For one boy, at least, I was about to become just that thrill.
"My knowledge of Italian was limited but I did know a few words and phrases to get by on. I had no idea of how I was going to accost a boy and just hoped that an opportunity would show itself. Then I saw a lad leaning against a streetlight all by himself. He was about sixteen with a mass of black curls and a slim figure. Like all the other young males I had seen thus far he appeared to be waiting for a sensation to enter his life. I parked, the car right next to him and, in my bad Italian, I asked him for directions to a hotel several blocks from the one I was really staying at. I did not want to give him the name of my hotel because that just might complicate matters. I still remembered the trouble Veronica almost got into in Cairo with that bay she seduced right on the hotel's grounds.
"The boy seemed pleased that he could be of service and tried to give me directions as best he could. I wasn't really lost and the hotel I wanted was only a few blocks away. I urged him to come and sit next to me in the car while we pored over a map of Rome. The boy slipped in beside me without any further pushing and pointed, out the best route to the hotel on the map. Still acting the helpless tourist I offered him money if he would ride in the car with me so as to give me a block by block direction. With the hotel very close by I wasn't going to take him out of his way so he agreed.
"When I first came to Rome I noticed the large, dark nearly deserted parking lots behind some of the hotels and I realized they were good seduction spots. That was why I had rented a car in the first place. The hotel I asked the boy to bring me to had just such a parking lot.
"We arrived at the large, dark area in a matter of a couple of minutes. I parked the car in the darkest and most remote part of the lot and placed my hand on the lad's knee. 'How can I ever thank you?' I said in Italian.
"The boy's knee jumped slightly as if I had touched him with an exposed wire. I slipped my hand down along his leg until I reached his crotch. Again there was that jump but he didn't take my hand away. In silence I rubbed his crotch until I felt his male member grow and harden. 'Nice boy,' I said. 'You like me, too?'
"The only reason the boy could think of for a mature woman to make a pass at him was that I was a prostitute. 'I have no money for you,' he said.
"'You don't need money,' I told him. 'I'll pay you."
"He looked at me in sheer disbelief. To make sure that something hadn't been gained or lost in the translation, I pressed several lira notes in his hand that amounted to ten dollars. He looked at the money and then at me. 'Have you ever made love?' I asked.
"'No,' he answered with a very small voice. He looked down at his shoes now as if ashamed by the admission. In Italy virginity in the male was considered laughable while girls were supposed to be virgins until the day they died if they never married.
"I rubbed the boy's crotch again and asked him his name. His name was Tony and, as I had figured, he was sixteen years old. When he didn't make a move towards me I asked him if he wanted to love or still be a virgin. He swallowed noisly and, as if in answer, he stuffed the lira notes in his pocket. I pulled my dress up and exposed my legs. The only light came from the rooms of the hotel which cast a dull yellow pall over the parking lot. I had parked just beyond the yellowish gloom but enough reflected into the car for us to see all we had to see.
"When I pulled my panties down the boy undid his belt and slipped his trousers off. He then pulled off his shorts and sat there naked from the waist down except for his shoes and socks. I turned towards him and spread my knees wide so he could look at my sexual area. He turned to me and actually started to masturbate. I was sure that this had been his solace for some time and, by habit, he had returned to it when he was aroused. 'No,' I told him. 'Don't waste yourself like that."
"I hadn't made love in a car since I was a teenager myself so I had forgotten just how uncomfortable it could be. It was especially difficult since I also had to deal with a virgin Italian whose language I could barely make myself clear in. But sex is an international language and we were soon closing the communications gap.
"I could see a face appear at one of the hotel's windows and look out but that was all the reaction I could observe. The boy edged upon me more carefully now and managed to avoid hitting the horn. I took his engorged meat in my hand and pressed it against my cleft. Tony moved down into me and he gave an excited gasp when his organ filled mine. With hand signals and a few Italian words I had to tell him what motions he had to take now. Tony was a quick-study and he was soon ramming me good.
"In the dull yellow gloom I watched the rise and fall of his naked buttocks. I embraced him and dug my fingers into his shirt. It was of poor quality and faryed from too many washings. Tony was a poor boy and I was sure he could use the money I had given him.
"He used swift, piston-like strokes as his hard maleness cut into my flesh. The small car we were in began to rock back and forth as the boy fornicated for the first time in his young life. Suddenly a light swept past us but Tony kept on thrusting. I tried to warn him that another car had just come into the lot but he was too enraptured by this new sensation to care.
"I heard a car door slam and a couple arguing as they walked away. They hadn't seen us after all. I hugged the boy tighter and sucked on his ear as if to squeeze out that male fluid and complete the sexual act.
"Tony gave out a series of gasps and then he climaxed. I patted his back and said: 'Nice boy, nice boy."
He rested on my body as he spilled into me the first of his erotic wine.
"It was just as hard for us to break contact as we had to make it and Tony hit the horn again with his elbow. This time he lost his balance when the sound blasted and his whole weight fell against the horn. The noise brought a dozen people to as many windows and I heard shouted complaints. I pulled on my panties and smoothed out my dress while Tony struggled into his clothes. As soon as both of us were, for the lack of a better word, decent I started the engine and stepped on the gas. I drove Tony back to that same corner and, to get him to leave, promised I'd pick him up again the next night at the same time. I hated to lie but he had shown signs of wanting to stick to me like glue. Once you arouse the beast in a male, no matter what his age, he is hard to shake off.
"When I drove away I glanced in the rear-view mirror and saw the young Italian boy leaning against the lamp post as before only this time he wasn't waiting for a fantastic thrill to come rolling up to him ... it had already come and gone."
Veronica.
"As I write this I find it hard to sit down because my poor ass is covered with all kinds of bruises from pinching men. Italians really do pinch women in the rear. All this time I had thought it was propoganda put out by the Italian Tourist Bureau to attract female visitors from all over the world.
"I'm sure that by now that Jane has told you about her affair in a parking lot in Rome. You'll notice that my letter has another postmark and is dated a week later. This will come as a shock to you but, in all the time I was in Rome, the most romantic city in the world, I didn't screw a single boy! It wasn't for the lack of opportunity, though. I just had to crook my finger and I'd have a dozen boys on top of me. It was just that I felt I needed a vacation from all this boy-chasing and I acted like a regular tourist. Slone had the same idea so both of us visited a bunch of fountains and resturants where we took lots of pictures and gained a few pounds. After all, we're not on this world cruise just to see the insides of bedrooms and the meat between the legs of teenaged boys.
"I found my playmate in a tiny town you've never heard of. The three of us were just knocking around Italy until we came upon this quaint, out-of-the-way inn. Jane, being the linguist of our group, got the man to rent us rooms. As it happened he had only two rooms left; a double and a single. Jane and Slone bunked together while I had my own room. It was comfortable and very inexpensive since it was off the beaten trail.
"When I took the room I had no plans to go boy-hunting until Palo opened the door. He was a homely kid of fifteen who had a great deal of charm about him all the same. He had spent several years in America and so knew how to speak to me in English. 'Yes, sometimes I'll go back to Brooklyn, New York,' he told me and made Brooklyn sound like an exotic foreign port.
"Come to think of it does a native of the South Seas look upon himself as exotic? I suppose everyone else thinks that all the exciting, rare and sensual places are in other countries. Palo thought his small, beautiful Italian village was dull while Brooklyn was the nearest thing to heaven. This just bears out the old saying about it always being greener in your neighbor's pasture.
"So much for bromides. You want to hear about my affair with Palo who was only fifteen years old.
"After my brush with danger at that hotel in Egypt you would think that I'd avoid making it with a boy under the same roof but this case was different. To begin with we only planned to stay the night and we'd be off, off and away before Palo spread the glad tidings. And, besides, for the first time since I started on this cruise I actually slept with a teenaged lover.
"In America when we speak of people sleeping together we usually mean that they just had sex. So far I hadn't slept ... really ... with a boy and the chill in the air about the Italian village made me hunger for something warm to hold on to all through the night.
"I waited until Palo made his last round of the night before I turned on my charm. His parents, who owned the inn, were already asleep and he was the only one of the staff awake. When he knocked at my door I answered it dressed in a sheer nightgown which easily revealed the fact that I was naked underneath. Palo came in with some towels and, when he saw me, his eyes popped out. 'What's the matter, pet, ever see a nightgown before?' I cooed.
"He stammered and stuttered. 'N ... not like yours,' he said.
"I stood in front of a light so that he couldn't miss my body. Palo stood rooted to the spot and stared. 'Would you mind dropping by after you've finished your rounds?' I asked. 'I can't sleep well and I'd like a little company. We can talk about Brooklyn, New York and all those other fabulous places."
"He readily agreed and hurried to complete his rounds. A moment later he knocked at the door. All his towels were gone and there was an obvious bulge at the crotch of his tight pants. The boy tip-toed into my room whispering that his parents didn't like him to be with guests but, since they were asleep, he would risk their wrath for me. Jane and Slone were in the room next door and I reasoned that they didn't try to make the kid because they were too selfish to share. I was willing to send the boy over to them once I was finished. The fact that Palo had returned made the seduction a foregone conclusion.
"I told the boy he should take off his shoes because no one would hear him then. When his shoes were off I said: 'Let us both get more comfortable.' I took off my nightgown and revealed my naked glory.
"The young boy sucked in his breath and those dark eyes went wide. 'You've never seen a naked woman before, Palo?' I asked.
"'O ... only in girlie magazines,' he confessed.
"So I had me another male cherry. I lay down in bed with my legs spread and urged the boy to strip, too. He cast a nervous glance towards the door as if suspecting some kind of trap. Maybe he expected a photographer to come bursting in and shake him down for his weekly tips. Palo took off his clothes and his body was much better looking than his face. His shoulders were wide, his stomach was flat, his hips were narrow and his glorious penis was large and rigid. I had hit the jackpot with this lad.
"'Come over to the bed, Palo,' I said soothingly. 'We can talk. There is nothing wrong in being naked. I always sleep this way, don't you?' " 'S ... sometimes."
"'Maybe we can sleep together? If I like you I'll give you a big, fat tip."
"I dimmed the light and Palo crept under the covers with me. I reached out for him and brought him close to my naked body. 'Let's talk about Brooklyn,' I said realizing that this was the furthest thing from his mind. 'Have you ever been to Coney Island?'
"The poor child stammered even more. 'Y ... y ... yeah s ...s ... sometimes,' he managed to say.
"The boy was caught between wanting to have relations with me and the feeling that I was just a somewhat crazy American who only wanted to bed down in the nude with him. I decided that I had tortured the youngster enough and offered him my body. 'Now I'll show you how to make love,' I said and rolled over so that he was on top of me.
"I manipulated our bodies so that his heavy male member touched my pubic patch. 'Stick it in,' I encouraged the teenager and he pushed the rounded head of his sex organ into my slitted opening. 'That's it, pet,' I whispered, 'Now push it all inside me."
"Palo all put pinned me to the mattress with his ramming motion. I swept my hands over his firm, muscular frame and felt his entire being react as if it were a huge male sex organ itself. The boy might have been a virgin for the first fifteen years of his life but this, clearly, was not to be his natural state. He took to fornication like birds took to the air.
"The teenaged Italian lad shook the bed as he plowed into my flesh. I was afraid that his parents would hear the noise and come up to investigate but I didn't want to stop this bucking boy now. Palo's rammings increased in tempo and then he collapsed on me as his orgasm spewed away his virginity.
"I stroked his body from neck to anus as he poured into my body. My nipples were erect with wanting, too, and I thought of how nice it was to have an entire night ahead of us in which to explore all that sex has to offer together.
"'Suck my tits, darling,' I said.
"Palo placed his mouth against one of my nipples and sucked. He was as hungry for this as I was to give it to him because his teeth began to hurt. 'Easy, please,' I said. 'Don't bite them off."
"The boy mouthed my other nipples until it stuck up in the air like a red worm coming out of the white ground. Palo licked both of my breasts and I no longer needed to direct or urge him to do anything. He slipped further on down my body and sucked my belly button. The teenaged lad went still further down my flesh until he reached my pubic area. Again I had to warn him not to chew so hard as he performed cunnilingus.
"I rolled over on my stomach wondering if he knew what he could do in this area. Palo kissed my butts and said, with genuine feeling: 'You have a beautiful ass, lady."
"
"Thank you,' I said. 'For that you can have it."
"The boy licked each butt halve and then spread them. His tongue swept against my anus and I could feel his hot breath on my skin. He stretched out upon my body and his rearoused male flesh pressed against my opening. 'Not too fast,' I muttered. 'Move in on me easy there because you are a very big boy."
"Palo inched into my anal passage and I clutched at the mattress for support. Like all women I'm a bit masochistic so sodomy satisfied my need for pain mixed with pleasure. The fifteen year old lad got the thick head of his masculine member into me and then plowed on until the entire object throbbed within me. He rose and pushed down and then repeated the action until, once more, he climaxed spewing out hot, thick fluid.
"When the boy rolled over on his back in a state of weariness I kissed him full on the mouth and let my lips part. Palo responded by opening his mouth and our tongues played with one another. I pulled on his limp organ but it did not rise up for another sexual bout. I had drained the youth and, finally, he was in the mood to talk about Brooklyn.
"We talked for awhile until Palo fell asleep in my arms. He nestled his head between my breasts and I patted his hair until sleep overtook me, too.
"I was the first to wake up in the morning. The naked fifteen year old boy lay deep in the pillows and mattress and I thought it a shame to wake him but I was sure that his parents would be up and about soon wanting him to go back to work. Palo's lashes fluttered and he smiled when he saw me. 'Darling, it's six in the morning,' I said. 'I think you'd better get back to your own room before your mother and father ... '
"These two words were like cold water suddenly being thrown in his face and he jumped out of bed with a thud. He pulled on his clothes and, just as he zipped his fly up, the door opened.
"Slone was standing there in a robe and a smile on her sleepy face. 'I thought so,' she said, I knew you couldn't keep your hands off the kid, Veronica."
"The boy seemed frightened by this intruder and he started to edge towards the door. 'Wait a minute,' I said slipping out of bed in the nude, I want to give you something."
"I gave him some lira, about five bucks worth, but he was more interested in my nakedness. His hands cupped my breasts with the money still in it but I backed away before he got too aroused. 'Don't tell anyone what we did, Palo,' I urged, 'especially your parents."
"He seemed surprised that I would entertain such a thought. 'Of course not!' he exclaimed. 'Do you think I'm crazy in the head?'
"When the boy slipped quietly downstairs to his own room Slone turned to me and said: 'Kind of a homely kid, isn't he?'
"'Yes, but a wonderful lay,' I answered. 'You cannot judge a book by its cover."
"I believe I'll close this letter with that bromide. Two in one letter-is two too many."
Slone.
"You'll notice by the postmark that I'm in the southern tip of Italy. I waited until I was just about to leave the country before I went on a lad-hunt.
"By this time the other girls must've told you all about their affairs. I even caught Veronica with her boy. Well, I didn't exactly catch them in the sack together but this kid was just on the way out of the room when I came in. Veronica never learns. Suppose the boy decided to tell someone about the kind of female she was while we were all still there? These small-town Italians are very rigid about sex just like the small-towners in our country are. But, at any rate, we all got away and now it's my turn to let you in on the gossip.
"I was walking along a long, wide, deserted beach taking in the sun when I saw a boy trying to push a row boat through the surf. Since I had a bathing suit on at the time I didn't mind getting wet so I went over to help him. He was about sixteen, tall and thin. He didn't know a word in English and I didn't know a word in Italian but he introduced himself by pointing at his chest and saying: 'Vincente."
"I pointed at my chest and said: 'Slone."
"With the social graces disposed of I dug my feet into the muddy sand and helped push the row boat past the surf. Vincente jumped into it and I found myself being dragged out to sea so I hung on to the side of the boat. The boy hauled me in and I knew he was powerfully strong because I'm no lightweight and he handled me like a ten pounds of flounder.
"I lay in the small boat as Vincente struggled with the oars. He indicated that he was going to row me 'over to a dock because the undertow was too strong and dangerous. I sat up and smiled at the boy. He was strangely pale for his work and this section of the country but attractive in a mysterious sort of way. As he rowed away from the shore we were surrounded by empty sea. That familier urge took hold of me. Why not here and now"!
"Vincente stopped rowing and took in a deep breath. I used that moment to remove the bra part of my swim suit. The youngster looked at me blankly. I took off my bottom part of the suit and lay back in the boat completely naked with my legs parted wide and my sexual cleft on full display.
"The boy muttered something in Italian. I shook my head to indicate I didn't understand. He then slipped one of his index fingers through two fingers of his other hand in a sexual way. I nodded. Contact had been made.
"With almost painful care he removed his sweater, his pants, his shoes, his socks and his undershorts and piled the garments safely inside a box. The sun shone brightly on his lean nakedness. Vincente had hairy legs and the ribs of his chest showed through his skin. His sex organ was long like the rest of his body and it hung limply against the wooden seat of the boat.
"High over head a jet plane made a white trail in the sky and I wondered if anyone in the plane was looking down at the two naked people in the row boat; a woman of forty and a boy of sixteen. Vincente braced his arms against the sides of the boat as he came closer. As he moved I could see his sex part slowly erect. It appeared that, in the southern tip of Italy, everything took time to react.
"Vincente paused when our genitals were opposite one another. He took his now stiff manhood in his hand and guided it into my widely-spread slit. The boy slipped his virile tube into my body all the way to his pubic hair and then placed his entire body upon mine.
"As everything else had been thus far he moved unhurriedly. The boy didn't lift out of my body entirely but, rather, raised upwards for about an inch and then pushed back down into me again. He kept repeating these casual, easy motions for what seemed to be a very long period. I would have enjoyed such patient love-making if it weren't for the uncomfortable position I was in. The floor of the boat was wet and smelled of fish and the sun overhead was very bright and hot. When the boy moved the boat rocked so sea sickness became another discomfort I had to put up with.
"From the time I removed the top part of my bathing suit I knew that this boy was very mature and experienced for his age. He seemed very sure of himself. A woman can tell if a lover is inexperienced or not by the way he handles himself. Vincente-, the sixteen year old Italian fisherboy, had probably been making love for years before I got to him.
"Over and over he repeated that gentle yet virile movement as the boat drifted aimlessly over the still water.
Sea gulls flew by and looked down at the two humans locked in passion. All around us there was silence and I knew that we were alone from horizon to horizon. The boy stopped moving and then climaxed. I closed my eyes against the sun and felt his sperm shoot into me in the only fast motion I had experienced since I boarded his boat.
"When it was over the boy sat back and I struggled painfully to a sitting positon. I looked behind me and saw the land which cut a thin, tan-colored wedge between sea and sky. Tiny waves lapped the sides of the boat as we both moved.
"Vincente sat hunched, naked, and smiling more to himself than to me. He was a strange lad. I wondered just what he thought of a woman my age who so blatantly threw herself at a teenaged boy. His hands suddenly moved in a swimming gesture and he was over the side of the boat before I knew it. As he splashed around I wondered if he wanted me to join him. When I put one foot over the side he waved me back. He then made another motion with his arms and hands. I gather that he wanted me to row in order to keep the boat from drifting away. I now could see why it wasn't safe for two people to be in the water at once with an untended boat allowed to drift away ... the only lifeline.
"The boy sliced through the water like a fish and almost soundlessly pulled himself into the boat again. He shook his head as a dog would getting rid of excess water. He smiled at me with very white, perfect teeth and waved towards the water with one hand. He wanted me to swim now. I wasn't as graceful as he was getting out of the boat but I managed to lower myself overboard. The water was warm and still so I showed off my swimming ability to the boy to prove I wasn't such an old lady after all. Vincente sat naked in the boat and watched me with that secret smile of his playing around his mouth. Then he pulled hard on the oars and the row boat shot off.
"I swam towards-the departing boat but Vincente kept it just out of my reach. I looked towards the land and realized that I would not be able to make it especially with that under-tow. 'Vincente!' I screamed.
"'Slone!' he cried back in a mocking tone.
"The harder I swam the further the boat pulled away. I always knew that there was something odd about the boy and now I realized that he was a sadist and, probably, a murderer. And yet I had to depend on him for my very life. 'Vincente! Vincente!' I kept screaming in desperation.
"'Slone! Slone!' the boy called back and laughed.
"I started to panic. I lost what skill at swimming I had and started to struggle in the water. I went under and swallowed some water. As corny as it may sound the phrase, 'this is it', went through my mind. I thought it was a cliche that fiction writers favored.
"When I bobbed to the surface I gasped for breath. I was sure that it was my last until a shadow past in front of me. The boat! I reached out and grabbed it a'nd, as before, Vincente pulled me into it with ease. In anger I struck his face with my balled up fists forgetting that he could just as easily throw me back into the sea. This boy could murder me and get away with it. What witness was there, expect the gulls, to prove that we were seen together? I stopped striking him and slumped into his arms in utter exhaustion. 'Slone,' he said gently and stroked my hair. 'Slone."
"I tried to gather what meaning he wanted to impart. I recalled a novelty record in which only two names were repeated over and over again with different meanings to convey a story: 'John and Marsha.' This is what our relationship was like. Had Vincente been joking with me? Had his joke gone out of hand? Was that all there was to it? After all, he did come back for me when it appeared I was going to drown.
"I slid down his naked body as he repeated my name, trying to impart some kind of message. My lips brushed against his long, limp tube of flesh. In my own way I wanted to convey a need for his love and protection so I opened my mouth and took it orally. As I fellated the Italian fisherboy he patted my sea-soaked hair and whispered my name in a constant, sing-song manner. I had the feeling that he was at least a little mad.
"His tube filled out, swelled, stiffened. I kept bobbing my head up and down, fellating, quite literally, for my life. I was so completely in this boy's hands that I had to do anything he wished in order to survive.
"Vincente's male organ rose to its full length and power and then exploded with volcanic fury. His lava spewed into me and I kept mouthing him until the fury passed and his flesh grew quiet again. I lifted my head and met his eyes. He smiled and then handed me my bathing suit. I put it on and Vincente, with that maddeningly slow motion, dressed himself. He leaned on the oars and the row boat darted swiftly towards a dock that began to grow in the horizon.
"A couple of women started waving as the boat neared the dock and then I realized that Veronica and Jane were there looking at all the colorful fishing boats. If the boy wanted to kill me now he'd have to do it in front of witnesses. I waved back to show him that I was not without friends.
"When I stepped off the boat the girls started to tease me about the boy I was with. I asked them for money in which to pay the strange lad and I got several dollars in lira. I was too disturbed to really count. When I handed it over to Vincente he did another strange thing. After looking at the money for a long time he spat on it and then threw it away. The bills fell into the water where they floated and some younger boys dove in after the cash. Vincente rowed away without looking in my direction once. Had I insulted him with an offer of money? Was it not enough? I don't know. I couldn't answer these questions and the girls had to lead me back to the small hotel we were staying at. They realized that something was wrong and they didn't press me with any questions. It was two full days before I could repeat what I've just written now. Perhaps you could tell me about Vincente. Although I had had the most intimate of all relationships with him he remained an utter stranger, aloof, alien, like one of those voiceless sea gulls.
"My affair with Vincente proved to me that I was on a really dangerous mission. When a grown woman arouses a teenaged boy's sexual interests she is playing with fire. How is one to tell if the next boy is sweet and loving or paranoid and hateful? I had already been robbed of some money in Egypt and now I had almost been robbed of my life in Italy. I'm hardly a person to complain about the way Veronica seduced boys so close to their parents.
"I have given some thought to ending my voyage into the land of virile young boys but I've decided against it. I am sure I will come across other bad experiences but it is better to learn by them than to run away and hide. The one comfort I am getting out of the bad experiences is the sure and certain knowledge that my husband had had his share of them, too, with his teenaged lovers."
CHAPTER FIVE
KENYA
Veronica
"Africa of all places! In Italy I was rare enough because of my blondeness but here I'm quite unique.
"I've talked with the other girls and they claim that they've never even kissed a black much less shacked up with him. This is going to be an unusual experience for all of us ... including the young black boys.
"I was the first to go boy-hunting like the Great White Sister. Instead of making it with some of the boys who worked the hotel I went out into the bush country with camera in hand to photograph the wild life. Don't let the term 'bush country' throw you because I only took a cab to the city limits and then walked the rest of the way. The wildest thing I saw was a rather lazy pet monkey that was owned by a bike repairman.
"It may seem dangerous to you, a white woman wandering around 'darkest Africa' alone but Kenya seemed more like the parks I've been back home ... sans the muggers. I took some pictures and I'm enclosing them in this letter. You'll notice one of a young black boy wearing a pair of tattered shorts and nothing else. His name is Jacomo and he is fourteen years old. I took this picture a half hour before I seduced him.
"Jacomo works for his uncle who owns that bicycle repair shop I've just mentioned. After I took a picture of the pet monkey the lad pleaded with me to take a picture of him. He seemed such an endearing boy that I decided to make him my lover so I hinted that I'd take his picture later on which made him trail after me. My purpose was to get the boy away from his uncle and the huts in the vicinity. As I walked deeper into Africa I looked around for nice, private spots where a respectable American woman could screw a young black stud.
"I came upon this small ravine which looked promising and told the boy I wanted to take a few pictures down there. He thought I was crazy because it was too dark in the hole to take a picture and, besides, there was nothing to photograph. When I walked down into the ravine I realized that it was a perfect spot and I had the perfect boy. All I needed was a little boldness. 'Jacomo,' I said, 'Would you like to make some money?'
"He quickly said he would without asking me what was expected of him. I told him I wanted him to take pictures of me and he was happy to oblige because he was a camera buff. I put in a new roll and posed against a dead tree. The boy snapped the picture. Getting down to business and told him to take off his shirt so I could take his picture. The lad readily complied and posed with his bare, dark chest exposed. This is the picture I've enclosed with this letter. A cute kid, isn't he? Look at those huge, soft eyes so full of innocence. He only had a half hour of virginity left when this picture was taken.
"'Now you take one of me naked from the waist up,' I said and removed my blouse and bra as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
"The young black stud gaped at my bare breasts as I posed. I didn't think he could be too shocked because I was sure that he had seen naked breasts before. After all, every time I look into my copies of National Geographic there are pictures of bare-breasted women in countries like Kenya. So far I hadn't seen a single breast in Africa save my own which either meant National Geographic was out-dated or Kenya was ahead of the rest of Africa.
"Once the boy snapped my picture I asked him to take off the rest of his clothes so I could take a nude of him. He was hesitant out of modesty but not a lack of desire for I could see his pants bulge at the crotch. 'Come on now, Jacomo,' I said. 'You wanted me to take pictures of you and that's exactly what I'm doing. Wouldn't you like to earn some money to buy your own camera?'
"This twin assault of money and sex overcame his modesty and off came his pants. The fourteen year old had an erection and he placed his hands over it as if ashamed to reveal the fact of his sexual arousal. I brought his hands away and took another picture. I would have sent it to you but I'm afraid I'd get busted for sending pornography through the mail.
"I handed the boy the camera and took off the rest of my clothes. When I posed for a frontal shot the lad just stood there gazing at me with those big, innocent eyes.
'Come on now, Jacomo,' I teased. 'Don't be so shy. Snap the picture."
"The poor boy's hands shook as he aimed the camera. His sex organ fairly waved by itself with damned up passion as he took my picture. Now that we were both naked I dropped the camera as a useful prop. It had already served its purpose.
"'You're a handsome boy, Jacomo,' I told him while slipping a hand over his satiny skin. 'I would love to buy your body."
"He placed his dark hands on my white flesh. 'Same with me,' he said as he grasped my breasts and vagina.
"I brought our clothes together and lay on them. I urged the fourteen year old boy to place his body on top of mine. He hesitated out of modesty again. He told me that he had never made love to a female before. This is as good a time to start as any,' I said. 'Who knows, I may change your luck."
"My husband used to kid me about white men who had sex with black girls to 'change their luck' and this is what made me think of that phrase. Although I was never sure that my husband went so far as to have a black girl himself I was going to have me a black stud of fourteen.
"The lad put his body on mine and I spread my legs to take in the dark candle of his sex organ. I started the motion going by pushing upwards against him and he soon picked up the tempo. What is it that they say about blacks having a wonderful sense of rhythm?
"Jacomo's male member was the right size for his age but he used it like a grown man. Although a virgin he quickly got the hang of fornication and pushed into me with gusto.
"A slight wind blew across the top of the small ravine and I wondered what would happen if his family caught us like this. Having sex with a teenaged boy was bad enough but, having sex with a boy of another color and in his own country compounded the error. Yet all this danger made the affair that much more exciting. I was having intercourse outdoors in Africa with a teenaged stud and it was something that I would remember for the rest of my life. I could also understand that Jacomo would hardly forget this experience, too. He may go through life thinking that all blonde, white women had a yen for his dark flesh.
"The boy kept pushing against me until he spilled out his orgasm. I held him close and stroked his smooth, young skin as he flooded me with his first venture into sex. When it was over I gave him enough money to buy a camera of his own and then dressed.
"We walked out of the ravine and the boy was still stunned by the sudden and thrilling demand I had just made upon him so he didn't speak-I wanted to walk around for awhile to have him work off the sexual tension that still gripped his young body. I used up the rest of the roll in the camera and allowed him to use the next roll of film himself. When I gave him the camera he suggested that we could find another nice spot away from prying eyes to take nude shots of one another.
"I patted him on the cheek. 'Some other time, Jacomo,' I answered. 'I want to see how the ones we made came out first."
"After the boy had used up the new rool of film we walked back to the city limits where I hailed a cab. As I drove off I looked behind me to see the young lad standing there in the dust and heat of Africa. I suddenly thought of the boy I had met in London. He, too, had stood sadly in the road as I drove off in a cab. I guess there isn't much difference between whites and blacks, after all.
"When I got back to the hotel I bought the chemicals and equipment to do my own developing since cameras have long been a hobby of mine. The ones I took came out clear but Jacomo had a lot to learn about being a photographer. In the first place he had to train himself not to allow emotion disturb his work. While his pictures of the African landscape came out well enough the ones he made of me were terrible. It was clear that his hands shook when he took the shot of me with my breasts exposed and, when he took the one of me in the complete nude, he missed entirely and came up with a fuzzy picture of a dead tree.
"Veronica and Jane were delighted over the picture I took of the boy with his erection and I made copies for them. They wanted me to send a copy to you but I'll wait until we get back to America before you see the shot of my first black lover in his upright glory."
Slone.
"Since that bad experience with Vincente I've been going after younger boys. I can handle a fourteen year old but these boys in their latter teens can be pretty rough.
"Veronica showed me a picture she took of a cute lad she met outside the city limits and I felt like going out there and making him myself. But, no sloppy seconds for this gal. I wanted to find my own black virgin.
"I walked around the city until I came upon not one but hundreds of young boys. They were playing soccer in a ball park that was attached to a school. Not everyone was on the field, of course; most of them were in the stands. When I took a seat the lads looked at me and smiled, their white teeth gleaming against their dark faces. Because the English had ruled Kenya as they had ruled Egypt I didn't have to resort to hand signals to make myself clear and spoke to everyone in my native tongue.
"Most of the boys, in the field and on the seats, were between the ages of twelve and fifteen. I had my pick and I felt like a cow suddenly being let loose in her own private pasture. (A rather masochistic simile, I realize, but you get the picture.)
"I sat in the bleachers until the game ended and the players left the field. The ball park began to empty out quickly and I knew I had to be even faster if I wanted to take one of these lads to my bosom.
"A fist fight broke out between two boys and the others stood around to watch and cheer. One of the lads was slightly older and bigger so he was giving the other one a wicked beating. Not thinking about romance at that moment I rushed in to stop the battle. The younger boy's nose was bloody and I gave him my handkerchief. There were tears in his eyes but I could see that he was holding them back so he wouldn't disgrace himself in front of his friends and enemies. I shooed the crowd away, still not thinking of the lad as a lover, and led him over to the bleachers. The park emptied out after I broke up the fight and, when the boy realized none of the other lads were watching, he cried.
"The mother in me made me embrace the lad who was fourteen and thus more child than man. He didn't even want me to look at his tears and darted under the bleachers. He opened a door to a wooden shack and vanished inside. When I looked in I found that it was a storage hut. Shovels, rakes, hoes, and other tools used to keep the park in order were stacked against the walls. It was only at that exact moment did I realize I had the time, the place and the boy. I closed the door and latched it shut. The storage hut wasn't the neatest or the most romantic spot in the world but it would suffice.
"I allowed the boy to weep himself out so that my handkerchief became soaked with his blood, sweat and tears, to use a Churchillian phrase. When he calmed down he saw the mess he had made of my handkerchief and apologized for it.
"'Don't let that worry you,' I told him. 'What was that fight about anyhow?'
"He sniffed. 'That boy said he don't want me to see his sister anymore."
"This was encouraging. He was a lover and not a fighter. I put my arm around his shoulders. 'Do you have many girlfriends?' I wanted to know.
"'Only that one,' he answered. 'Now I don't have her anymore."
"I hugged him and kissed his cheek. 'I'll be your girlfriend,' I offered.
For the first time the lad realized my interest in him was something more than maternal. 'You?' he asked furrowing his dark brow. 'You are white and ... and ... '
"'Old?' I said making it easy for him. in my country women my age make love to boys your age all the time."
"This bit of information both shocked and interested him. He wanted to learn all about love in America and I filled him in with a lot of self-serving lies about how older women teach boys how to make love as a matter of course and about all the boys I've introduced to sex over the years. 'After I break a boy in I give him money,' I added. 'Boys always need money for one thing or the other. I'll bet you can use some?'
"When he admitted that he could I made my offer. 'Let me teach you love and I'll pay you,' I said. 'I haven't done this since I left my country and I need the practice."
"He shrugged his shoulders, looked at his shoes and mumbled: 'Okay."
"I helped him out of his clothes. His body was rather flabby and soft which proved to me he was better in bed than in the field of sports or battle. His skin was very dark and smooth and his sex organ was almost blue-black; an iron rod sticking straight up at me. Unable to resist him any longer I went to my knees and brought my mouth down on this black rod. The boy's entire body jumped slightly when I made this move but he allowed me to fellate him probably believing that this was the way Americans first made love to young boys.
"His sex organ was sizeable and thick. As I mouthed him I thought of all the girls he will make happy in the future with it. If he were so well-endowed at the age of fourteen I could just imagine what he will be like when he reaches maturity.
"The boy put his hands against my cheeks and tried to pull out of my mouth. I cupped my hands over his soft rear and forced him in deeper and held on until he shot out his orgasm. The warmth of his youthful sperm filled my entire being along with my mouth and I fellated him until there was no more left to give.
"I stood up and chucked him under his chin. 'Do they do that in your country?' I asked.
"'Yes,' he admitted, 'but I thought only sissy men did it to each other and boys. Once a man tried to do it to me but I wouldn't let him."
"'Don't let men do it to you,' I said. 'Women are much nicer. Did you like it?'
"'Yes ... very much."
"That was only the first lesson. That's the way women prove that a boy's thing works. Here is the next lesson."
"I took off my clothes and the lad's blue-black rod stirred again as he saw my breasts and vagina. 'You're so white? He gasped as he reached out to touch me.
"'Are white women so different from black women?' I wanted to know.
"He shrugged. 'I never saw a woman without clothes before."
"'Then this is your next lesson: women all over the world have the same kind of bodies just as men do. We have different colors, that's all."
"The youngster was very attentive to my lessons in anatomy and social science. I allowed him to examine my body with his hands and he kept sticking his fingers into the opening between my legs. I took his half-erect organ in my hand and manipulated it at the same time. He aroused rapidly and was ready for intercourse.
"There was no place to lie down because the wooden floor was muddy. I pressed the lad against a wall wanting to be the aggressor all the way. I clamped his dark young body between my pale thighs and impaled myself upon his rod of passion.
"I did all the moving while I kept him pinned against the wall. I pumped my lower torso up and down and pushed my nipples into his chest. He grasped my buttocks and his fingers kept opening and closing on my flesh With each pumping motion I made.
"Once more he had another rich, full orgasm and I kept pumping as he spilled out his virile life. I held the sexual contact until his fleshy rod grew soft with gratification. I kissed his thick lips and then whispered in his ear: 'Now you have loved. This is something most friends your age can't say."
"We dressed and I gave the boy what amounted to eight dollars in his country. As always the lad didn't seem as interested in the money as he was in me. We walked out of the hut and I was surprised to find that some of the older boys had already started a game of soccer with people watching them from the bleachers. Any one of them could've come into the storage hut during the intercourse. When I left the space beneath the bleachers with the boy some blacks looked at us wonderingly. What reason would a mature white woman have to be with a young black boy? I know that, no matter what answer they gave themselves, they would never come up with the right one.
"I walked the boy to a bus stop and he suddenly remembered my handkerchief. He gave it back to me and, once again, apologized for its condition. I didn't mind. Now I not only had his blood, sweat and tears but his sperm as well. I did Churchill one better."
Jane
"Do black males have longer sex organs than white males? I've heard that they do but never realized I'd be in a position (in more ways than one) to find out for myself.
"I think I'm the most adventurous one of the group because I always seem to be wandering further afield than the other two divorcees. I was a torn boy as a kid so I guess there is a lot of that still left in me. Since I didn't want to spend my time in Africa in cities I rented a Land Rover (sort of a jeep station wagon made in Britian) and told the girls I'd be away for a couple of days. They objected so I offered to take them along. They didn't object to my leaving all that much so I started out on a private journey of my own into the wilder country.
"The people who rented me the Land Rover also gave me detailed maps so I knew I wouldn't get lost. I intended to sleep in the Land Rover because it was set up with a cot and food supplies. I looked forward to my first night in the 'bush' as they call it here.
"I knew better than to drive after sundown so, an hour or so before it got dark, I parked near a flowing stream. One of the reasons I choose the spot was for its natural wonders ... a bunch of naked boys swimming.
"I observed the lads through field glasses and paid special attention to their sexual development. From what I could see their organs, or various sizes, were no bigger than the ones I had come in such intimate contact with thus far. The boys were in their teens and I wondered how I would go about becoming intimate with one of them. As it turned out I didn't become intimate with only one.
"It was a glorious sunset like the kind you see in Tarzan movies. I gathered some wood and made a fire. As a former torn boy who loved camping out I was in my element.
"The great ball of the sun slipped behind the trees and the night became filled with the sounds of nocturnal insects calling to one another. Love was in the air. I had just got a pot of coffee going over the fire when figures began to appear near the stream. The naked boys had come attracted by the fire as moths to a flame.
"There were four of them and they didn't bother to hide their nudity. They edged closer to me with their limp sex organs swinging but without any exhibitionism. They simply accepted nakedness as a normal state.
"I smiled at them and they came right up to the fire which played shadows on their fine figures. I had some cookies so I handed them the box. The lads smiled broadly at this show of friendship and passed the cookies around. While they did speak English they obviously hadn't been school taught. They were they country cousins of the city sophisticates (comparitively speaking) of the boys Veronica and. Slone had met. Those boys had been a bit self-conscious about revealing their bodies but these lads had not been 'civilized' into inhibitions as yet.
"The four naked boys sat about the fire and tended it to show me that they weren't just free loaders. They seemed surprised, however, by the fact I appeared to be alone. 'You have no man, lady?' the oldest boy, who was sixteen, asked.
"'No, I have no man,' I told him. 'I need no man."
"They huddled together and whispered. Suddenly they all laughed. I knew that they were talking about me and had mentioned something sexy.
"I asked them a few personal questions and discovered that they all lived in a nearby village but, like myself, were spending the night outdoors. Now I knew I just had to have one of them but which one? The youngest was a small, pretty lad of fourteen who had hardly any pubic hair; the next two were a year older and were twins down to the length of their male members; the sixteen year old, who appeared to be the self-elected spokesman of the group, was handsome with a broad chest and completely developed sex organs. Since all four seemed to come as a set I knew it would be hard to single out one for love-making. The thought of making all four of them hadn't yet passed through my mind. I guess I'm just not the greedy type.
"The lads were very polite and offered to cook some fish they had caught for me. I allowed them to use my fire and it appeared that I was going to have the lads for company all through the night. As a woman who had been brought up in crime-ridden America I naturally wondered about being attacked, robbed and even killed. I had to remember that I was not in my own country and these boys probably entertained no such thoughts.
"I loaned the lads some cooking equipment and they laughed as they made a meal of fish. As the honored guest I was given first pick. Fish isn't my favorite food but I didn't want to hurt them by turning it down. I was surprised that it tasted so well and offered the naked blacks some coffee. We all had a fine time just sitting, eating and talking and my fears about being attacked began to vanish.
"After the meal the boys took a dip in the water. They waved and shouted at me to join them. My face burnt as I imagined myself swimming naked in the moonlight with these lads. Nudity was something that they accepted without special notice so I saw no reason why I should pretend to be so reserved. I removed my clothes and walked into the stream which was delightfully cool. The moon was full and the night cloudless so that the whole area was lit up in greenish light. My heart beat faster as the boys bumped their naked bodies into mine and swam about me. Although I was naked with them they still did not look upon me in a sexual way for their organs still lay limp between their legs. It was a curious adventure to splash around in the African moonlight with four strapping young bucks. I felt as if I were thousands of years back in time before the first sexual hang-up was invented.
"When I strode out of the water the boys followed. I went to the Land Rover and picked up a towel to dry myself. I handed a couple more out to the boys and they laughed as they dried one another's body.
"I should have put some clothes on then but I didn't want to. I wanted to play the native girl so I placed some more wood on the fire and sat between the twins. The fifteen year old lads pressed in close to me still without sexual intent. They only wanted to get warm as it was getting chilly fast. 'Where will you all sleep?' I wanted to know.
"'Right here near the fire,' one of the twins answered.
"'But won't you all be cold?'
"He grinned. 'The morning will be warm,' he said.
"I thought of how much room I had in the Land Rover. I knew that I could easily accommodate one of the lads so I selected the youngest to be my guest. 'Come with me,' I said to him holding out my hand. 'Sleep in the automobile."
"The lad took my hand shyly and I walked over to the Land Rover. I took out the cot and spread the two, thin mattresses I had on it over the floor of the cab. I moved away some of my belongings so that we had plenty of room. There were only two blankets so I knew I couldn't split them up amongst five people and decided to keep them for myself and the fourteen year old.
"As soon as I had the naked lad under the blankets he put his arms around me with that innocence he had been displaying thus far. In his village he probably slept in the arms of older women like this without sexual intercourse resulting in the contact so he was not awed by the fact that our naked bodies touched under the blankets.
"Now that I had singled out my stud from the pack I didn't want to waste time. I took his soft sex organ with my hand and played with it as if I were only teasing him without the intention of going further.
"The fourteen year old nestled his head into my neck and played with one of my breasts. He began to react sexually and I felt his flesh engorge in my hand. I also felt him gradually becoming aware that I desired intimate contact. I threw one of my legs over him and brought his body closer against mine. Our genitals touched. The boy pushed against me and I rolled over on my back with him on top. As he fell upon me he also fell into me. His aroused flesh emeshed with mine in a single, swift stroke.
"As young as he was I don't believe the boy was a virgin. As he had accepted nudity as natural so he seemed to accept sex. The black lad raised and lowered his body as he began to have intercourse with me and I clutched him hungrily.
"His motions were not clumsy but swift and sure. My hands played over his smooth back and buttocks as he kept the sexual tempo going. When I tried to kiss him on the lips he drew his head back. I then realized that kissing was unknown in his particular tribe. At least I had something to teach him. When he climaxed I pressed my lips hard against his and, swept up by this high moment of passion, he now understood that the meeting of lips was a sign of sexual desire.
"Someone came into the cab just as the sexual act was completed. It was one of the twins. He had caught us locked in the erotic position! Instead of mocking me or making any kind of comment he slipped next to me under the blanket. He shivered and pressed up against my body.
"The fourteen year old slid off my body and pressed in on me from the other side so I turned and faced the fifteen year old. We reached out and embraced one another at the same time. The younger boy also put his arms around me and I could feel his now soft tube of flesh resting between my butt halves but making no attempt to engage in anal intercourse. Perhaps, I thought, sodomy was as alien to them as kissing.
"Fornication was obviously not alien to the boys because the fifteen year old urged his stiff flesh into my slit and started to rut while we were facing one another on our sides.
"In the midst of this sexual activity the other two boys climbed into the cab. They got under the blanket which made for a tight yet not too uncomfortable squeeze. The oldest boy lay next to the one I was having intercourse with while the other twin lay next to the fourteen year old. To make more room I pressed down on the lad and continued the sexual contact. The boy seemed surprised that I had taken over the male position but he smiled to express his enjoyment of the unique form of intercourse. To add to his pleasure I pressed my lips against his just as he spewed his sperm into my body.
"The other boys pressed in closer, aroused and wanting. As soon as I lifted myself off the fifteen year old the oldest boy took his place, back against the floor of the cab, wanting to enjoy the female position in intercourse along with my kissing.
"The sixteen year old had a mighty organ and it seemed to glow in the dark with the greenish color the moon had painted on it. I knelt with my knees on either side of the lad's hips and lowered my cleft down on his erect manhood.
"I had an audience of three as the naked black boys just sat about staring and grunting to themselves with sensual joy. The oldest boy was anxious for his first kiss (if not his first sexual intercourse) and reached up to me with his arms. I kissed him hard on the lips and kept pumping my vagina down along the length of his sex part.
"I had the urge to open my mouth and give him a French kiss but I thought I had already corrupted the lads enough. They would all learn these erotic specialties in due time.
"The sixteen year old had an orgasm which seemed to hit me so hard that I thought I would be lifted off his lust-filled male member. We kissed harder and I stopped pumping until I had taken in the entire supply of his virile fluid.
"When this boy moved away I rolled over on my back and spread my legs wide apart. I wanted the female position now. The remaining boy, the fifteen year old twin, seemed a bit disappointed that he couldn't have the same kind of fun as his friends had but he didn't waste time with remorse. He shoved his meat into my sexual opening and rutted wildly. It was if he had been primed all along just watching his friends have their intercourse and now he was bursting at the seams to get his.
"The blankets were off us entirely now and the green moonlight made our bodies glow. The naked blacks pressed in close to watch their friend in action. His rear moved up and down so quickly it became a blur. Then he kissed me hard on the lips and stopped. He shot his male fluid deep into my flesh.
"The night grew colder and a cloud went past the moon. We all wanted sleep now and gathered together in a bunch under the blankets. During the night hands and lips caressed me as I burrowed deeper under this pile of naked black boys.
"In the morning we all climbed out of the Land Rover and went swimming. As the sun rose the world became warm again and we built another fire just to cook breakfast. I made some coffee and handed the boys buttered bread. 'Don't have to catch fish this morning,' the youngest boy said.
"I felt that it was time for me to return to my own tribe and packed all my things back into the Land Rover. I dressed and ceased being the child of nature.
"I handed all the boys some coins which amounted to no more than two dollars in American money. Think of that ... fifty cents per boy! It had been my cheapest affair so far. As I drove away I relived the actions of the previous night in my mind. I had actually made it with four young boys at the same time! It was a most unusual night but the most unusual thing about it was I didn't think it strange. Those boys had been so simple, direct and honest that my only reaction to my mass affair was ... I had been one with nature. And, what is so strange about that?"
CHAPTER SIX
INDONESIA
Slone.
"Indonesia is one of the largest countries in the world but people rarely hear about it. The last time it made international news was when it pulled out of the U.N. Indonesia was the first country to do that and made history again by being the first country to come back into the United Nations. In between those two events there was a civil war in which hundreds of thousands of people were killed.
"So much for politics. Now for the interesting stuff.
"Indonesians are an Oriental people somewhat darker than the Japanese and the Chinese. The Indonesian male is the most avid girl-watcher in the world and he has a special fondness for females with big busts, wide cans and anything else he can grab a hold of. He also likes his women on the mature side with none of this Lolita-like passion that afflicts the Angle-Saxon male. As a forty year old woman of ample proportions I found myself quite at home in this country.
"I used the old ploy of seeking a boy to act as a guide to start making it beneath the Southern Cross. A surprising number of Indonesians know some English so I found Danny in the market place where I went shopping for trinkets.
"Danny isn't his real name. He gave me a name in Indonesian that sounded like Danny so I started calling him that. Since he didn't object I guess the sound was the same.
"I went into a trinket shop that bore the proud sign: 'English Spoken Here'. I started talking to a middle-aged man behind the counter and he shook his head. He called out the name that sounded like 'Danny' and this cute, doe-eyed lad of seventeen came from behind a curtain. I had gone into the place just to speak some English but, after seeing the lad, I decided to make him my next lover.
"When I offered to hire him as a guide the lad readily agreed telling me that he served other English and Americans ladies and, for a moment, I thought that Veronica and/or Jane had already gotten to the kid. But my sisters of the sex cruise were somewhere else together so I was sure that they hadn't suddenly decided to pair up into a boy-hunting team.
"I walked around with the lad for awhile and then asked him to select a restaurant where he would do the ordering. I know that Jane is the adventurer as far as travel is concerned but I express my internationalism in food. The boy ordered something that was made with rice, fish and curry which nearly burnt my tongue off. I wanted to order some water but he made sure that it came in a bottle. He explained that not all foreigners react well to the tap water of his country. This was a polite way of telling me that I'd wind up with the runs if I dared drink the water that didn't come out of a bottle.
"I sounded the boy out about his girlfriends and he gave an evasive answer. This intrigued me because he seemed to have hidden secrets. The middle-aged man in the shop was his father. They shared a small house in the suburbs. When I found out that no one else lived there because his mother had died years ago and his older brother was in the army I suggested that we go there. I told him that I wanted to see the insides of an Indonesian home.
"'It is not so much,' he told me, 'but I'll take you there. It is a mile away. Do you want to walk?'
"Being the sport and also being somewhat lazy I had him call a cab. It was a battered old thing with a lecherous old man behind the wheel who kept leering at me in the rear-view mirror. Danny could see his interest and was obviously annoyed. He snapped at the man in his own tongue and the man paid attention only to the road after that.
"Danny's house was an attractive, arly place with lots of room. It was spotless and I asked him who did the cleaning. T do, naturally,' he responded with some surprise. 'My father works the shop so I am the only one left to clean and cook."
"'No housekeeper?' I asked. 'No women?'
"He gave me a slight smile. 'You keep asking me about women and girls,' he said. 'Why does that interest you so?."
"T have a romantic nature,' I told him. 'When I see a handsome boy I always wonder about his love life."
"'Mine is full enough,' he said. "Danny was no naive native boy. He knew that I had other interests in mind besides seeing the insides of an Indonesian home. I felt I didn't have to hedge any longer with the lad and brought matters to a head. 'My sex life isn't as full as I want it to be,' I told him. 'I'm even willing to pay to improve it."
"The seventeen year old ran his soft eyes over my body. 'How much?'
"In all my affairs so far this was the first youth I would peg as an out-and-out gigolo. He was the first one ever to bargain and ask; 'How much?'
"'What are your usual rates?' I asked. "I have no usual rates. This is the first time a woman ever offered to buy me so directly."
"'You don't seem too surprised by my offer.' " 'I'm only surprised by your directness. Other foreign women only imply and hint about being willing to pay for my favors. When I first started being a guide I thought I was just imagining things. In time I realized that foreign women were willing to buy boys just as men buy women."
"'And, have you ever been bought?'
"He became evasive again. 'As I told you ... my sex life is a full one."
"'Does that mean yes or no? If you're turning down my offer just come out and say it. I appreciate directness, too."
"Danny lit a cigarette and, for a moment, reminded me of that sadistic Italian boy who almost killed me with his deliberate slowness. Had I tied in with another sadist? It was clear to me that he was enjoying the power game of making me wait for his answer. Finally it came. 'Yes, I'll make love to you for money,' he said. 'Make me an offer."
"The son-of-a-bitch was back to bargaining. 'How about ten dollars? How does that sound to you?'
"'Twenty dollars sounds better."
"I gritted my teeth. Up until this time I had been flattered by the attentions the young boys gave me but I felt only insult by this slick, smooth, male prostitute. Still, I agreed to his terms. I knew how to play power games myself so I told him I would pay him after the ball was over.
"'You won't be disappointed,' he said, I am very sexy."
"He said that without emotion as a robot would and that's the kind of love I expected from him. Danny undid his shoes and pulled off his socks. When he removed his shirt he exposed a sleek, muscular torso. At least he was worth buying so far. He removed his pants and stood in front of me in his jockey shorts. 'Aren't you going to get undressed?' he wanted to know.
"'First I want to see what I'm buying,' I said.
"He pulled his shorts down and I was surprised to find that he was sexually aroused. I had expected such a cool cat to be limp, wanting me to do all the work. His masculine parts were well formed and healthy looking and I wondered just how many other middle-aged foreign ladies had sat where I was sitting and looked at what I was looking at. I had to remember that he didn't object or seemed surprised when I suggested we retire to his place. I wasn't the first woman he had here, I knew that now.
"'Do I please you?' he asked rather curtly.
"I wasn't going to be bullied by him as I had been by Vincente. After all, I wasn't trapped on a row boat with the Indonesian Don Juan. I decided it was time for me to put him in his place, it would please me if you didn't act so smart,' I said. This is a business arrangement. You are not giving love away free. You are the seller and I am the buyer. In every business arrangement there is some respect given between the parties."
"Danny's mouth dropped open. I don't know what other women he screwed but I was the first to ever talk to him in such terms. He became very polite after that and watched me quietly as I stripped off my clothes. When I was naked his eyes gleamed with genuine lust. Men can fake love in many ways but there are two places that they cannot pretend with ... their sex organs and their eyes. I already knew that the lad was interested in me despite the commercial aspect of the meeting by the way his penis was erected. Now I could see, by the expression in his doe eyes, that this wasn't going to be such a difficult task for him. 'You have a magnificent body,' he said.
"As I've already mentioned, Indonesian males dig hefty broads. Danny stood behind me and grabbed my breasts. His long, fleshy tube probed in between my butt halves but he did not attempt to penetrate. He merely wanted to press his body against mine at its meatiest point.
"'Do you have any special desire?' he asked.
"He sounded like a disk jockey asking me if I wanted to hear a special record. 'What things do you do?' I wanted to know just to see if he drew the line at certain erotic positions.
"'I sodomize, use my mouth on every part of a body, and put my sex organ anyplace you want,' he said softly. 'You can spank me and, if you want, I can spank you."
"I could just imagine the kind of clients this boy had. 'What can I get for twenty dollars?' I asked.
"'Everything I've just mentioned."
"Well, it looks like I was going to have a bargain for my twenty bucks so I told him to give me the works and left it up to him to make all the moves. It was a novelty for me to just relax and let the boy make all the advances.
"Danny left me for a moment and came back with a jar of vaseline. He applied it to his aroused stick of flesh and then he probed some of the lubricant into my anus. I seemed to bring out the sodomist in boys. That fourteen year old Arab street boy had had a desire for my rear region, too. So far in my travels I've noticed that males who like their women big and hefty also are inclined to anal intercourse.
"The seventeen year old told me to bend over with my hands upon the back of a chair for support. He went about his work like a professional. Danny was an artful buggerer and inched his meat tube into my anus carefully. He kept the pain at a delightful minimum while giving me the maximum of pleasure. The boy had his entire sex organ into my anal passage before I knew it and he pumped easily. As a professional male prostitute he knew enough to hold back his orgasm so as to go on to those other forms of intercourse my twenty dollars was paying for.
"Danny sodomized me for about five minutes and then withdrew. He went into the bathroom and poured cold water over his erect and shiny sex part both to clean it and to cool it down. He toweled himself dry and asked me to lie on the bed. When I did so he pushed my legs apart and licked my opening.
"I looked down at the brown face pressed between my thighs and could see blood vessels rise in his neck and forehead. He was losing his cool. The boy was not all that hardened to commercial sex that he could not respond honestly when he felt it. I was glad to see I was not just some client he wanted to get rid of quickly.
"The seventeen year old lad brought my legs up and licked that rarely touched area between my vagina and anus. My excited nipples rose to throbbing points and, as if by some kind of sexual telepathy, Danny brought his working mouth to them. He sucked just hard enough; not too soft and not to aggressively. He didn't try to chew down on my nipples as some boys had but nibbled me into an aroused state. I didn't care if the lad did have personality defects, he was a great lover and that covered a lot of little ills.
"Danny moved further up my body and thrust his sex organ into my pubic opening. He rammed with powerful yet controlled strokes bringing me to heights of ecstasy I never knew existed before. My husband, even in the earlier days of our marriage, had never touched me as this teenaged Indonesian boy had.
"The lad kept pumping for what must have been a half hour. At the tender age of seventeen he had learned the secret of the withheld climax so few men ever master. When he finally did let his orgasm go it shot so hard inside my body that I thought the fluid would squirt out of my mouth.
"We both needed a rest after that and we lay together in silence for the next twenty minutes. He certainly wasn't trying to push the sex acts through just to complete them in a hurry.
"'What is your pleasure now?' he wanted to know.
"I looked down at his poor, overworked sex organ and decided not to put any further demands on it. Since he had shown a preference my rear I rolled over on my stomach and told him to spank. All my life I had been hearing that some people get a kick out of spanking and being spanked but this was the first opportunity I ever had to find out about it for myself.
"Danny seemed anxious to apply his brown hands to my white backside and he sat up in bed. He knew just how much pain I wanted and spanked accordingly. It was strange thrill feeling my butts tingle under the open palm of a teenaged stud. He kept the spanking up for awhile and concluded this action by kissing the sore areas.
"'You want to do me now?' he asked.
"When I sat up in bed he sprawled across my lap so that our genitals met softly. His rear was firm, smooth and dark. I didn't know how hard I could hit him so I brought my open palm against his fleshy butts weakly.
"Don't be afraid,' he told me. 'Spank as hard as you can. I like it that way."
"So, I suppose, he was a masochist as well as sadist. I slapped his exposed buttocks somewhat harder but not with all my might. He knew I was pulling my punches and all but pleaded with me to open up with my entire strength.
"I brought the open palm of my right hand down with a mighty wallop and he issued a small cry of delight. I suppose everyone had their own special sex kick and being spanked was Danny's. Since he had given me so much joy I returned the favor by spanking him until my arm grew weary. I concluded the masochistic sex act as he had by kissing each butt several times.
"Danny thanked me for being such a strong lover and stood up. At that moment a man walked into the bedroom. He was the same one I had met in the trinket shop ... Danny's father!
"Instead of being shocked at the sight of his naked son with the naked white woman he excused himself and exited. Danny could see the confused expression on my face and explained: 'My father knows what business I do here."
"'He doesn't mind?' I wondered.
"'Mind? Not at all! He was the one who put me up to this. That's why he had me learn English in the first place. Before my brother went into the army he had my job. If I had any sisters they would be on the street right now."
"Well, I suppose every family in Indonesia must make ends meet somehow and Danny did it by literally making his end meet with those of women. (Forgive the awfully labored play on words but I just couldn't resist it.)
'My affair with the young Indonesian lad revealed the fact that boy gigolos are becoming popular with female tourists. Since the beginning of time men have wandered all over the globe knowing that they could buy sex of any type no matter how old they became but now women are demanding (and getting) equal rights in this area.
"As travel becomes easier and less expensive and Western women have more and more leisure time just wait and see how the boy gigolo business will boom. Why can't women buy young boys the way men buy young girls? When I first started this trip to answer this question I thought I was doing something quite unique but I'm beginning to find out I'm not an anomaly but, rather, a forerunner."
Jane.
"Indonesia is a tropical country so that even the nights are warm and humid. I couldn't sleep in my room because, when I turned on the air conditioner it was too noisy and, when I turned it off the room became too uncomfortable. I knew better ways of passing the time than swealting indoors so I left the hotel. It was about two in the morning so the streets seemed empty. Yet I knew that there were others abroad in the land and I hoped to find the right one for me.
"Since I am slight, dark and rather Oriental-looking, the few people I found walking at night paid little attention to me. In the gloom I was just another citizen. Veronica, with her blonde hair and Slone, with her well-stacked figure, would not have passed unnoticed as I had in the early morning streets of an Indonesian city.
"There was a river that ran through the center of the city and I paused to stare at it moving slowly by like a wet, muddy highway. Ever since my adventures in Kenya with those four black boys I have been drawn to rivers. So far that happened to be my most memorable trip into teenaged boyland.
"Slone told me that her favorite affair thus far had been with an Indonesian lad so I wondered if I could meet a native boy who would make my visit a memorable one, too.
"As I walked along the riverbank I saw something that looked like a huge firefly winking its light on and off. Being the curious sort I walked closer to this light that seemed to be floating slowly in the dark only to find that it was nothing more than the lit end of a cigarette. In an exotic country Westerners tend to make the most commonplace things romantic and exciting. I was about to walk back away from the river until I saw that, on the other end of the cigarette, was a boy of about sixteen. It appeared that the commonplace was going to become romantic and thrilling after all.
"The lad spoke to me in his native tongue assuming me to be a fellow citizen. I responded in English telling him that I was only an American tourist. The only word he understood was: 'American.' He seemed anxious to be friendly and offered me a cigarette. I took it. When he lit a match we both studied one another more carefully in the glow of the small flame.
"He was baby-faced and small like so many Indonesians. His clothes were cleaned and well-pressed so I assumed he was not living outdoors but, like me, had not been able to sleep in his home. As the match flame lingered I could see that he liked my looks and that my advanced age of thirty-five didn't disturb him. If anything my maturity was a plus rather than a minus to the lad. Indonesians like their females seasoned like a good steak and aged like a good wine. If only the teenaged playboys of the Western world would appreciate the values older women have to offer.
"We managed to introduce ourselves to one another. His name was Pak which, I'm told, is the 'John' of Indonesia. I was glad that he had a simple name to pronounce and he was just as glad that mine was equally as easy to say. With the introductions over we walked in silence until we reached a bridge. Pak touched my arm and I didn't pull it away. Encouraged by my lack of resistance he slipped one of his hands along my waist. I could tell by the pressures he put in his grasp that he wanted me to continue walking under the bridge. Pleased that the lad was the one who pressed the affair I let myself be led into the short, very dark tunnel formed by the bridge above. I had the feeling that he had taken girls and women here before because he knew his way around in the pitch-blackness. He brought me over to some boxes and urged me to sit. We sat very close together and the only light came from our cigarette tips.
"Pak placed his hand on my knee. When I didn't resist he slipped his hand up along my leg. Because it was so hot and humid I had gone out without wearing a bra or panties. When the lad touched my sexual part he grunted with joy. He fingered me in all the right spots that made me squirm with anticipation.
"He drew one last drag on his cigarette and put it out. Now I only smoked giving the scene what little light it had. The boy had two hands free with his cigarette gone and he used one of them to open his trousers. In the heavy silence of the place beneath the bridge I heard his zipper part.
"I took one last drag of the cigarette and lowered it to his crotch. I played the red tip of the lit end of the cigarette over his sex organ. It was fully erect and large. A few black pubic hairs showed through the open part of his trousers at the base of the member. I ground the cigarette out with my heel and now the darkness covered us both like a blanket.
"I felt rather than saw the boy stand up. I could hear him pulling off his trousers and, to cooperate a little, I removed my dress. I was now completely naked except for my shoes which I wanted to keep on because I was utterly unaware of what the ground looked like at my feet. I could be in a field of broken glass for all I knew. For that reason I didn't plan to lie down. This was going to be a stand-up affair.
"Pak reached out to me in the dark and grunted again when he found that I was naked. Like me he was nude except for his shoes which gave the relationship a fetish overtone. He guided his male member to my hairy opening with his hand and, when he pushed in the knobby head of the sex organ, grasped my hips for support and shoved all the way into me.
"The sixteen year old lad grabbed my butts with both hands when we were locked together for even better support and began his ramming. I encircled my arms about his waist and held on tight while he moved his body with increasing force.
"Overhead a car drove along the bridge and the dark space beneath it filled with noisy echoes. I held on to the boy even tighter as if for protection but he seemed unconcerned with the traffic above us and rammed on.
"When the car drove away the area became silent once more except for the sound of skin moving against skin. Our breaths became louder and I could even hear our hearts beat. Pak grunted once more and dug his fingers deeply into my butts as he spewed forth. I embraced him harder and we stood together without moving. It was so quiet I thought I could actually hear the thrust of his sperm through his sex organ.
"Down along the riverbank I could see the firefly lights of cigarette tips drifting closer to the bridge. I pushed Pak away from me breaking sexual contact. Foolishly I pointed to the lights realizing that he couldn't see an inch in front of him. He had to see that others were coming to the spot under the bridge but he didn't get excited. Two of these people entered the area and paused only ten feet away. I heard a man and a woman whispering in the Indonesian language and then clothes being removed. The cigarettes dropped and I heard skin moving against skin. A couple were fornicating right in front of me but I couldn't see them.
"I put on my dress and Pak seemed disappointed that I didn't want to continue. He said something that sounded like a complaint and the invisible couple stopped moving. The male half of the love team called out and my teenaged lad said something in return.
"'Pak?' the other male asked.
"The boy said something and it was obvious that the fellows knew one another. The only word I could understand was 'American.' Pak just had to brag that he had just banged a foreign woman.
"'American?' the other male repeated and then spoke again.
"Pak, this unseen male and the unseen girl laughed for a moment and I wondered if I were being insulted. I tried to grope my way out of the pitch-blackness by myself but my hand touched a naked breast. I had run into the naked lovers.
"'Pak!' I cried out putting a note of desperation in my voice. The boy understood my distress call and lit a match. The small flame seemed to light the whole area up like a sudden dawn and I saw the nude couple right in front of me only inches away. They were in their late teens, natives of the country and very, very naked. In the short life of the flame the loving couple nodded politely to me as if we had just at a formal party. I believe I nodded back but I was in such a hurry to escape the telling flame that it was a moment of confusion for me.
"The boy led me out of the passion pit and up into the comparitive light of the night time world of the Indonesian streets. He gave me another cigarette and we both smoked as we strolled back towards my hotel. Usually, I didn't like to have my boy lovers know where I was staying at but, since there was only one hotel in the neighborhood that catered to foreigners, I was sure that he already knew my address.
"When we reached the front of the hotel I gave the boy some money, just three or four dollars worth of his nation's currency. He didn't seem insulted or surprised by this payment and put the cash in his pocket. For all I knew Pak worked the foreigner's hotel as an occupation. He probably prowled around outside every night just waiting for someone in need of company. Well, I needed company that night and had paid for it. When I returned to my room I went to sleep very quickly and dreamt of fireflies with human male sex organs trailing under them as they flew through the night."
Veronica.
"Bali, in case you don't know, is part of Indonesia. I went there with the girls as a side trip from the capital of the country and it is a wonder that the place hasn't been built up to attract the tourists for it is a very beautiful island.
"Being a blonde I was the center of attraction when we stepped off the ferry that brought us from Java, the most important island in the Indonesian chain. Boys hanging around the docks made obvious sexual signals to one another as I walked by and I could have had a dozen lads right then and there if I weren't so inhibited about making it in public.
"We stopped at a small hotel which was not used to foreign visitors because we all wanted to get away from the usual tourist trappings of the big cities. Most of the people in the hotel were Chinese and Indian merchants who formed the middle-class of Indonesia. The men, who were all fairly wealthy by the standards of the country, bought us drinks and meals in hopes of starting romances. It seemed strange talking to grown men after all the boys I had been with and I flirted with the idea of bedding down with a male closer to my own age just for a change.
"An Indian merchant who spoke English brought me to a native dance in a local village. The natives were dressed in costumes rather than Western garb which is to say that they were almost naked. A boy of about fourteen seemed to be the star of the show and I couldn't take my eyes away from him. He had the face of an angel and the body of a Greek god. I realize that this description sounds a bit much but the lad completely enchanted me.
"When my Indian escort saw my interest he offered to introduce me to the dancer little realizing just how far my interests went. After the show he brought me to a hut where the youngster stood naked except for a loin cloth once he had divested himself of what costume he had. I felt my blood pressure rise and knew I just had to have him.
"My Indian friend acted and interpreter and he informed me that the lad thought I was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. I asked him to thank the lad and return the same compliment. When the Indian did so the fourteen year old looked away shyly and smiled. I knew that I could have him by just reaching out and grabbing him like a ripe apple from a tree but there was the problem of the adult escort who stuck to me like glue.
"Would you like to have a ride in an outrigger?' he asked, I know the chief of this village and can arrange it for us."
"I saw a way to get rid of the man for a few minutes, at least. That sounds like fun. Please arrange it and then come back here where I'll be waiting for you."
"The Indian left and, because I knew that my time was very limited, made my intentions clear to the beautiful Balinesian dancing boy by pulling his loin cloth down. My action had taken him by such a surprise that he was still sexually unaroused. I knelt in front of him and took his flesh orally and fellated him until he erected. I had only wanted to arouse him as quickly as possible but I found myself cemented to the oral act and continued working my mouth and tongue until he spewed. I kept on with the oral act until the lad's flesh started to turn limp.
"When I stood up his lovely face was filled with all kinds of strong emotions. He was lustful, shocked, and grateful all at once. I pulled my slacks and panties down and the naked lad stared at my blonde, pubic hair. I took one of his hands and rubbed it against my sexual opening hoping to arouse him once again before my escort returned. It was something of a challenge to my erotic skills to see how fast I could get the lad erected enough to indulge in genital-to-genital intercourse. I kept his hand between my legs when I sat down on a mat and then stretched out. Almost roughly I pulled the youngster down on top of me and rubbed his engorging male member into my slitted opening.
"The lad trembled when the contact was made and I could understand his fear. I was a strange foreign woman with yellow hair who had orally raped him and now was forcing him into this other sexual act. With time I could have eased his surging emotions but the pressure of time made me move quickly.
"I wrapped my legs around the lad's and pushed up against his body. His male flesh began to grow inside my body. I put my hands against his hips and moved him up and down to indicate the motions I wanted him to take. As soon as his sex organ stretched to its full size he started to pump.
"Outside the hut I heard voices and one of them was my Indian friend. He was talking and laughing as he walked slowly to the hut where I was seducing the fourteen year old dancing star. The lad seemed to realize that I wanted to complete the act before he came and he pumped faster and faster until he reached his second climax in almost as many minutes.
"It seemed a shame that I couldn't linger with him and show him all the sexy tricks I had picked up in my travels but I pulled on my panties and slacks and was fully dressed just as the Indian entered the hut. The boy had also put his loin cloth on but it was clear to anyone that he was in a state of sexual arousal.
"I'm sorry about the outrigger trip but the chief says that they'll be a big fishing day tomorrow and his men need all their strength,' he told me.
"I told him that I didn't mind and was about to leave the hut when I remembered that I was a boy buyer and not just a boy raper. I gave the dancing lad some coins which hardly amounted to much but he did seem grateful.
"When I walked with my escort to the hotel he became passionate and started to paw my body. I pushed him off and snapped: 'Just what kind of woman do you take me for?'
"'I am sorry,' he said. 'But you are so very beautiful that I could not resist the temptation any longer. I hope you'll understand."
"I think I do,' I answered and we walked back to the hotel.
"If that Indian had attacked me like I attacked that fourteen year old with mouth and sex organ I would've understood that, too."
CHAPTER SEVEN
JAPAN
Jane.
"I felt right at home in Tokyo because I looked and dressed like so many of the native women. Japan is highly Westernized and, because of the years our country had occupied the nation, English is spoken by many of the people.
"When I went sightseeing by myself I had no idea that I would have a sexual adventure but that's exactly what happened to me only hours after I landed in Tokyo's airport. The other two ladies wanted to unwind by drinking at the hotel's cocktail lounge but I preferred unwinding by wandering around town ... if you can call the largest city in population in the world a 'town'.
"I got lost but this didn't bother me because I could always hail a cab. When I decided to return to the hotel it started to rain and, to my dismay, cabs suddenly became scarce. I ducked in out of the rain by standing in the doorway of what I thought was an empty storefront. The unexpected downpour had soaked my clothes and I felt perfectly miserable. It kept raining harder and I thought of calling the hotel so that they could send a cab for me. Then the door behind me opened and a young Japanese lad of about seventeen invited me inside. His English was fairly good but his manners were excellent.
"I could see that the place used to be a store but was now a one-room flat. Sato was a freshman at a university and he had won a scholorship to it a year ago when he was only sixteen. To make the scholorship money stretch he had rented the store front and had made his own apartment which was only walking distance to the school. He told me that he was hoping to visit America next year and I was tempted to give him my address but I was afraid of complications since I had already made up my mind to seduce him.
"The boy gave me a terry cloth robe and I went into the tiny bathroom where I stripped off my wet clothes. I dried myself with a towel and then hung all my clothes on a wooden pole that stretched across the room. I put the robe on but carefully allowed it to hang loose enough so that my legs and parts of my breasts were displayed. I was going to repay the lad for his show of kindness.
"We talked about the important events of the day but I put the conversation on a more basic scale by crossing my legs so that they were exposed all the way up to my hips. Sato spilled some tea when I did this. He was so nervous that I just had to put him at ease. I wanted to prove to him that I was not a teaser who aroused males only to reject their advances.
"'Do you want to make love?' I asked. By this time in my travels I'd learned that directness works wonders.
Since I knew that sex was on the lad's mind I could see no sense in hedging.
"The young Japanese student didn't know how to respond. I was sure that he thought I was only teasing. I got to my feet and opened the robe right in front of him. Out of the habit of modesty he looked away for a moment but turned to stare when I dropped the robe off my shoulders. 'Have you ever had a woman?' I asked trying not to sound patronizing.
"'Never,' he confessed. 'I was always ... '
"'Afraid?' I said ending the statement that he could not end. There is nothing to be afraid of. Take off your clothes and I will show you just how beautiful sex is."
"The seventeen year old unbuttoned his shirt and removed it. His chest was narrow and I could almost count his ribs. As a boy living alone on a limited income food was not plentiful and sex didn't exist at all.
"He took off the rest of his clothes and exposed the fact of his erotic interest. When I asked him where his bed was he opened up the sofa. The mattress was stark and narrow just like his life had been so far. I was glad to add a little color and width to his impoverished student existenee.
"I took his upright organ in my hand, the first one to ever touch him so intimately. I spread out over the sheetless mattress which was so narrow I could touch both ends with my feet and manipulated it slightly. 'Come down on top of me,' I said. 'You know where to stick this thing, don't you?'
"The thin, nude Japanese boy put his body on mine almost as if I were made of egg shells. When the tip of his organ brushed against my slit I pushed up so that the first penetration was accomplished. The boy moved his sex organ into me the rest of the way and he dared become rougher with me now that he could see I didn't break so easily.
"Sato became stronger and more aggressive with each stroke. I spread my hands over his pathetically thin back and almost cried. He needed nourishment so badly both physically and emotionally. I crushed him to me with my arms as his passions mounted and then exploded in a surprisingly powerful orgasm He had been waiting for this moment for years.
"He kissed me on the lips and I probed my tongue into his mouth. Sato returned the gesture and we clung to one another as the rain outside seemed to be trying to tear the building apart to get at the inter-racial lovers.
"We lay in one another's arms long past the time his sex organ had become small and limp inside my flesh. The rain suddenly stopped as if a faucet had been turned. 'I must leave you now, darling,' I told the boy.
"Sato hugged me and pressed his light body down on mine as if to prevent me from going. 'No,' he pleaded. 'Stay with me forever."
"'I'll stay in your mind forever,' I answered. 'First loves are never forgotteri."
"My clothes were still damp but I put them on anyhow. Sato was still naked when I left the bathroom. I had awakened the sleeping tiger of his sexuality and now he was impatient to prowl the erotic jungles. 'Please don't be insulted,' I told him, 'but I want you to have this money."
"I placed three American ten dollar bills on a table, the biggest fee I had ever paid yet. When it came to paying the boys off fees were subject to whims. It was my whim at the moment to give the lad enough to have a few good meals. Sato said he didn't want my money and begged only for my love. I kissed him once more at the doorway and darted into the rain-slick streets. Now that the downpour was over cabs became numerous again and I hailed one that brought me to the hotel."
Veronica.
"I realize that blondes are scarce in the East but enough is enough, already! Yes, I've always wanted male attention but there can be too much of a good thing. When I went to a zoo the men (and women, too) paid more attention to me than they did the the chimps. At any rate, it did make it very simple for me to meet teenaged lads. I didn't have to go to them ... they came to me.
"At the zoo a sixteen year old Japanese boy started to follow me around with his eyes bugged out and his crotch in an uproar. He was cute so I decided I'd lay him just to blow the steam out of his Oriental pipes.
"I went to a deserted corner of the zoo which featured a dumb-looking badger who deserved his lack of an audience. As I suspected this sixteen year old edged close to me and pretended to be absolutely enthralled by the badger.
"'You speak English?' I asked. "The boy almost snapped to attention. 'Little English, yes,' he told me.
"Would you like to make some money?' I asked.
"The lad allowed that he would and I gave him some cock and bull story about being a research scientist interested in studying different racial types. I offered him a bunch of yen which added up to five bucks American if he agreed to be my subject. He agreed fast enough and I asked him where we could be alone for a few minutes in complete privacy. The sixteen year old lecher led me across the street where several abandoned trucks lay stripped and rusting. We went inside one of them which was about half the size of an average American living room. The back door could be locked from the inside so we had plenty to privacy if not comfort. Light came from several holes in the top of the abandoned cab truck and I sat down on a tire so worn that no one wanted to steal it.
"Take off your clothes,' I said in a clinical manner.
"The lad acted as I had hit him with ten pounds of week-old flounder. 'What?' he cried.
"I've got to measure you,' I said. T want to see how big your thing gets. This is all for science."
"The kid was no dummy and leered. 'Sure, I show you my thing,' he said and took off his clothes. He now realized that I was as scientific as a girlie magazine. This didn't stop him from going along with the gag for fun and profit. I tell you, boys are so damned easy to make. I don't even think my husband had it as easy with all those teenyboppers he plowed.
"The boy was just so-so in the sex department but I measured his erect tube with my fingers as if I were doing clinical research. There was nothing shy about this kid and he said he'd like to measure what I had between my legs.
"I took off my clothes and placed them neatly on the old tire which was all the furniture there was in the room. The kid leered so hard I thought he'd put extra holes in my body. I sat back on the tire and let him finger my slit with his hands. He rammed in one hand almost to his wrist and I had to pull it out. 'Let me see how good you are with that,' I said flicking the head of his aroused sex organ with a finger.
"I leaned back as I sat on the tire and spread my legs. The boy was rather short so he didn't have to hunch down to stick his engorged meat into my opening. By the way he rammed into me I could see that he was no novice at the art of banging broads.
"The sixteen year old worked like a piston gone mad as he rammed and rammed and rammed. He wasn't well-endowed but he proved that old adage: It isn't what you got, it's how you use it.
"'Ow! Ow! Ow!' he cried as he spilled over.
"I had to tell him to be quiet because we were, after all, right in the heart of Tokyo. When he poured all his passion into me I had to ask his help to unbend from my position on the tire. The minute I sat up and sighed the lad clamped his mouth on one of my nipples and started to suck. As he mouthed me he curled four of his fingers into my cleft again and moved them up and down like the sex organs of lecherous quadruplets.
"Outside the abandoned truck there were all kinds of street sounds as the traffic went by and kids played in the lot. One of them started to bounce a ball against the wall of the cab and I began to get nervous. I had only wanted a quickie but this sixteen year old sex fiend wanted to draw the affair out for hours.
"I stood up and tried to get my panties on but the boy went to his knees and licked my blonde pubic patch. He chewed on my sex hard and I was afraid that I had picked the wrong fellow for my 'quickie' affair. He had been just a bit too forward with all that trailing around after me. I should've been the one to approach some nice, shy boy instead of allowing myself to be chased ... and caught ... by Japan's answer to the Boston Strangler.
"When he bit down on my sex too hard I got mad and pushed his head away savagely. 'That'll be enough. You've given me the money's worth! Now cut it out or I'll call the police."
"That was as silly threat for me to make but it seemed to impress the rampaging, almond-eyed lothario and he allowed me to put on my pants and bra. Once these two areas of interest were covered up he put on his shorts and the both of us dressed in silence. My vagina throbbed with his oral assault and I wondered if I had contacted rabies from the boy wonder.
"I opened the door and stepped out into the middle of a gang of seven year old kids who froze when they saw me. How often do Japanese children see American women come out of abandoned trucks in the heart of Tokyo?
"My lover came next and I hurried across the street to the zoo before he decided to drag me back inside the truck for the second round of our mnning sex battle. I went back to that dumb old badger again and leaned up against the wall. The kid came running after me and panted: 'You forgot to pay me."
"He was a sex fiend but he also had a passion for money. I paid the kid off but he still hung around. 'Want to do it again?' he urged.
"I took off like a rocket after that and jumped on the first bus. I didn't care where it went as long as it took me away from the zoo, the dopey badger, and the Teenaged Terror of Tokyo. I was really steamed. For the first time since the sex cruise began a boy had insisted on being paid. It certainly deflated my ego so I was glad when some Japanese gents on the bus started feeling me up every time we turned a comer."
Slone.
"Tokyo is considered a 'man's town' by tourists because of the easy availability of female companionship. A man can call for a girl 'guide', go into a club and meet a 'hostess', and walk into a bathhouse where he can be bathed and massaged by beautiful girls. Not all of the girls in the above-named occupations are prostitutes, of course, but enough of them offer their bodies for a price that a man never need be lonely in the Japanese capital.
"I couldn't see why a woman tourist couldn't be as pampered by young males and made a few discreet inquirees in the various clubs and lounges we three unmarried ladies stopped at. A hostess in one club gave me the name and address of a bathhouse where she assured me ladies were most welcome.
"Veronica and Jane warned me that it sounded like a gimmick so I went on alone. A taxi brought me to the rear entrance of a shabby looking building and I began to feel that the girls had been right after all. Still, I had stuck my neck out this far and I decided to plunge ahead. I walked into the building and stopped before a desk. A bald man in his fifties grinned at me when I told him about the hostess who had given me the name and address of the place.
"'Yes,' he assured me, 'ladies most welcome. We have many nice boys."
"He rang a bell and a young man in his twenties appeared. He was good looking but much too old for my tastes. Yet I went along with him down a corridor of closed doors. Inside the room I heard the sounds of slapping and groans. It sounded like a massage parlor, all right, but who was giving a massage to who?
"The man brought me into a small room that had a sunken bath and a massage table. He took a folder out of his inner pocket and handed it to me. 'Pick boy,' he said.
"The folder was filled with pictures of boys and I realized that I had to choose one to service me. I still wasn't sure of just what kind of service I'd get but I was hopeful. 'Who is the youngest?' I asked.
"He tapped on a picture of a pretty boy with a mop of straight, black hair. 'Takki,' he said. 'Only seventeen. Very strong. Very healthy. Very popular. Twenty dollar for one hour."
"I now was certain that the hostess had steered me to the right joint. I asked the man to send the lad in and he bowed and left. There was no smirk on his face which was soothing. The Japanese have such an honest and open attitude towards sex that there is nothing shameful about a mature woman wanting the administrations of a youthful stud. I didn't know if I should strip or not so I decided to wait for my boy.
"Takki came in and bowed. He was wearing a mini-robe and, I felt, nothing else. He indeed looked very strong and very healthy. His English was limited to a few words but he managed to make himself clear. 'Off clothes,' he said with a smile.
"I stripped in front of him as I had done before so many other boys and placed them on a chair. Takki smiled at me and nodded. 'Nice. Good. Nice,' he said indicating towards my body. Then he led me over to the sunken tub.
"The water was very hot so he added a couple of buckets of cold water to make it bearable for me. I slipped down into the tub and the Japanese boy removed his robe. He had a muscular body with a flat stomach and broad shoulders. His long sex organ was limp. Takki scrubbed my back and breasts saying: 'Nice. Good. Nice."
"By the time I got out of the tub my skin was lobster-red. The seventeen year old lad brought me over to a shower stall and applied soap to my entire body including my anus and vagina. When I was one soap bubble he turned on the cold water. I squealed much to the boy's delight. After a cold shower I was glad to get to the very hot tub. He allowed me to soak there for awhile as he strutted naked in front of me. I could see that he was conceited and was enjoying displaying his naked glory in front of the eyes of a woman.
"'llp. Up,' he said and helped me out of the tub. He gave me another cold shower and then toweled my body dry. It was now time for the massage.
"He helped me onto the massage table where I lay stomach down. Takki applied his hand to my flesh and I moaned with pleasure. He swept his hands down to my butts, spread them wide, and went on down my legs. He had me roll over and I looked right into his eyes to see if I could find any genuine lust there. He stared right back and revealed nothing but that sleek, polished pleasantness he had been demonstrating all along. My now vast experience with young boys told me that Takki was young in years only. His eyes showed a long and personal contact with many women so I was just another body to him. In my travels I had met many professionals boy prostitutes but he was the most professional so far. I could just imagine when he started in the business. No one gets that cool, sleek look that hustlers show the world overnight.
"Takki rubbed his hands over my breasts and stomach. He rubbed my pubic area and then massaged the front part of my legs. He had run out of space as far as the massage routine went so he had to get down to the meat of the business pretty soon.
"I looked at his sex organ. It was aroused and ready. He smiled when he saw me staring and stepped back to show off his manhood. 'You like?' he asked.
"I like very much,' I said without too much enthusiasm. After having had so many affairs with so many vital boys Takki detatched professionalism bored me. I wondered if my husband had met the female counterparts of Takki in his quest for youth.
"The Japanese boy licked each of my nipples and ran his tongue over my breasts. I felt no real passion in his work. I could see just how listless he was when he kept pulling on his sex organ to keep it erect. I didn't know if his 'popularity' with other women had drained him of a virile sex drive or he plain just didn't care to have relations with me. I was sure that, when women came to this unusual bathhouse, they always demanded the youngest boy assuming that he would be the freshest and most vital. Takki had as much freshness as a left-over corsage.
"The boy gave a weary little sigh when he finally decided to mount me. He pushed his precious, money-maker into my flesh and began his mechanical movements. His rump moved up and down in the soft light of the private room and I tried to massage some life into his body by digging my fingers into his back.
"Takki managed to keep his flesh sexually stiff enough to turn in a passable enough performance and I began to feel something for him as his strokes increased. He pushed into me hard and then released himself. His orgasm wasn't very powerful but it was good enough to pass muster.
"The boy left my body almost gratefully. 'You like?' he wanted to know.
"I didn't want to tell him that I've had a lot better so I lied and told him that he was a great lover. I then remembered that I had been given a time limit of an hour and checked my watch. I still had ten mintues to go.
"I had the boy mount the massage table and he seemed to enjoy the reversal of roles. Besides, I could see that he needed a rest because his eyes closed when I rubbed his back. I slipped my hands over his firm butts and told him to roll over. He gave another of his weary sighs and quickly checked his own wrist watch. He didn't want to give me a minute I hadn't paid for.
"I was determined to get the boy to react with some kind of enthusiasm so I took his limp organ orally and started to fellate him. He groaned with surprised joy. I wondered if any of his other 'clients' had gone this far with him. Perhaps he enjoyed the passive role in love-making rather than the aggressive part.
"In my mouth his flesh swelled until it was fully lengthened. I bobbed my head over his body and my damp hair drifted against his hips. I heard the door open. Time is up,' I heard a man say. Ah, the efficient Japanese.
"The man walked into the room and I could feel his eyes fixed on my face where the sexual contact was being made. 'Time is up,' he repeated softly but with the first hint of sensuality in his tone. He became an audience of one as I brought Takki to another climax. When the spilling took place I took all of it into my body and then lifted my head. The man who had led me into the room in the first place repeated: 'Time is up."
"I looked at my watch. I had only used up two more minutes than I was supposed to. Takki had spent twenty minutes on just strutting around naked in front of me when I was in the tub. I didn't want to lodge a complaint because I naturally assumed that the female's bordello didn't have a complaint department.
"Takki didn't look like he wanted to complain because he lay there on the massage table with a big smile on his face. 'You like?' I asked him.
"He laughed when I used his favorite term and the older man joined him. I joined in the merriment just so I wouldn't feel neglected.
"As I dressed the boy slipped on his robe and left with a bow. The man who had brought me to the room led me back down the corridor. One of the doors in front of me suddenly opened. A middle-aged American woman in a print dress and health shoes walked out talking to someone in a shrill voice. 'See you again, honey,' she said. 'Keep your powder dry, if you know what I mean.' She laughed at her own wit and walked down the corridor without even seeing me. As I passed the room she had just left I saw a naked, tired-looking Japanese boy sitting on the massage table. He seemed to be so utterly drained that Takki was a fireball in comparison.
"When I paid my twnety dollars at the desk the bald man bowed and told me to come back again. I stepped outside only to run into the woman in the print dress. 'Some joint, huh, honey?' she said in that shrill voice. Too bad they didn't have these back in states when we were young, huh, honey?'
"Although I knew I wasn't young anymore I hated to have this sore spot pointed out to me. T don't know what you're talking about, madam,' I answered, I happen to be collecting for charity."
"The poor soul believed me and shoved five dollars in my hand. I put it aside in my handbag to buy me next boy with ... whoever he may be."
CHAPTER EIGHT
AMERICA
Veronica.
"We made it! The three of us have travelled all around the world. Well, not quite, since we still have three thousand miles of the United States to cross. It shouldn't be too difficult since we all know the language.
"Before we started our cross country tour we spent time in Los Angeles trying to plot out the trip. While we had all sorts of plans we all checked our finances and found that we would be hard-pressed to pay off the LA. hotel bills. The money we had used so far came from our savings, bank accounts made fat with our former husbands' alimony checks. Our ex-hubbies have paid for a lot of sex. And, now that they had supported our international affairs, we wanted them to underwrite our coast-to-coast sex journey so we wired our banks into which our alimony checks had been going all along and withdrew some of that delightful accumulation. Oh, how I wish I could see my ex's face once he finds out where his hard-earned cash has been going to. Teenaged boys all over the world were now spending the sweat of his dear brow.
"I suppose that sounds mean but that's the way I feel. Every time I took a young boy in my arms I thought of the times my former husband had embraced a teenaged girl. Well, now I've already gone a long way to even the score ... and on his money.
"The three of us got together in Los Angeles and finally came up with one way we could see the country, and the boys, in the best way possible ... we chipped in and bought a new car. It cost a grand apiece and we immediately named the auto: The Lovewagon. I wanted to use another four-letter word instead of 'love' but the other two overruled me.
Oddly enough none of us tried to make an American boy in all the time we were in L.A. because we were just too busy sightseeing in an American city none of us had ever been in before. Just getting to California after a round-the-world journey didn't mean we were 'home' because, like most Americans, our country was really foreign to us. We now set out on the final leg of our sex cruise.
"I was at the wheel when The Lovewagon left California and crossed into Nevada. We were headed for Las Vegas to see if we were as lucky at gambling as we were at love. If this were so we wouldn't have to rely on those alimony checks.
"It was a boiling hot day and the other two were dozing in the back seat. The highway before me was empty except for a single figure tramping along. He stuck out his thumb and I was prepared to pass the hitchhiker up until I realized that he was just a boy ... a very young boy, too. I pulled the car to a halt and the lad slipped in besides me on the front seat. He had a mass of sandy, wavy hair and beautiful blue eyes. The lad was no more than fourteen.
His name was Billy and he told me that he was on his way north to Idaho. In his hand was a small, battered suitcase. He looked awfully vulnerable and cute and I thought of all the homosexuals who traveled the highways just looking for such innocent lambs. (I realize that I'm in no position to cast moral judgements but, at least, when I seduce a boy it is a heterosexual affair.)
Jane and Slone, smelling fresh meat, came to life in the back seat and saw my prize. 'Well, what have we got here,' Jane yawned.
"'We?' I repeated. 'I'm the one who found him and finders keepers."
"The boy laughed thinking it was some kind of joke. Slone tucked the lad under the chin and sighed. 'He's yummy. How about passing him around when you get through?'
"'I'll think about it ... when I get through."
"Since we were going east from Las Vegas and the boy was going north I realized that the city, known to those in the know as 'Lost Wages', was going to be our parting point. Billy was set to leave and start hitchhiking again but I talked him in to staying the night at a motel. When he told me that he had only three dollars I assured him that he needn't bother his pretty head about money.
"I checked into a room with Billy claiming him to be my son which lent the affair a certain incestuous overtone. Slone and Jane shared a room next to us so I expected that they would be dropping by later on during the night.
"As soon as Billy realized that we were going to share, not only the same room but the same bed he blushed. I patted him on the rear and told him to relax. 'You must've slept with women before,' I told him.
"'No ma'm,' he answered, I only slept with my dog Brownie."
"After some of the hard-bitten professional boy prostitutes I've met Billy's sweet innocence came as a fresh breeze. He was a genuine male virgin and I looked forward to changing his sexual status.
"I brought Billy to the dining room and watched him wolf down a steak dinner. The poor thing was starved. I just had to build up his strength in a hurry. I allowed him to have a couple of desserts and, once the inner boy was satisfied, he didn't seem to mind sleeping with me.
"Jane and Slone took off for the casinos while I had better things to do. I had the lad take a shower. While he was behind the shower curtain in the bathroom I took all his clothes which were grimy from the road. I looked in his suitcase and found a single shirt, some underclothes, socks, and two dozen comic books. He was the youngest fourteen year old I've met so far.
"When the lad turned off the shower he noticed that his clothes were gone. He came out into the room wearing a towel around his waist. 'You won't need clothes,' I told him. 'Just go to bed as you are."
"Before he had a chance to react I took a shower myself. When I walked back into the bedroom I wasn't even wearing a towel. Billy, in bed with a comic book, looked at me and turned pale.
"I walked over to the bed slowly allowing my breasts to swing back and forth. To further display my body I pretended to adjust the drapes with my back and buttocks turned to him. I could feel his eyes burning into me. When I turned his paleness had become a red blush. Under the blankets his hand was moving over his crotch as he masturbated. 'Don't do that, Billy,' I told him. 'I'll show you other ways to have fun.
"I pulled back the blanket and sheet to expose his nakedness. He had a flawless ivory and rose skin, a good physical developement and a normally-sized sex organ which was stiffly aroused. I lay next to him in the bed and played with his thing for awhile being careful not to make him climax. I kissed the lad on his ruby lips and pressed my hard nipples against his chest. I didn't want to rape him as I had that lovely child in Bah. I wanted to seduce now that I had the time, the place and the boy.
"'Kiss me here,' I said and pointed to one of my nipples.
"Billy pressed his lips against the nipple briefly as if he were giving an aunt a duty kiss on the cheek. I encouraged the boy to be bolder and suck on my nipple. As soon as he got going there was no stopping him after that. As he sucked his hand groped the rest of my body but he still was afraid to touch my most intimate area. I brought his hand to it and even pushed one of his fingers inside my sexual opening.
"'Now lie on top of me, Billy boy,' I said and guided him as he mounted my body.
"The lamp was still on so he could see how his erect tube entered the slit between my legs. When he sunk deep inside me he brought his smooth chest against my uptilted breasts. The lad was too sexually naive to know that he had to move once his organ was inside my body so I told him what to do. He rose and fell once.
"'Do it again, sweetmeat,' I urged. "Billy repeated the action and didn't have to be told the next time. He rose and fell with increasing speed and sureness. Sex was such an easy lesson to learn that it is a wonder there are so many frustrated people in the world.
"The fourteen year old clutched me suddenly and, by now, I knew what was coming next. That's all right, baby,' I soothed. 'Just let yourself go. That's the stuff all men have to make sex with."
"Billy's very first orgasm was a good, solid, thrusting one that rained against my well-used flesh. I embraced him and whispered that he had to remain still at this point until his fluid was all emptied out.
"I took the lad's face between my hands and looked directly into his baby blues. 'Wasn't that fun, baby?' I asked. I wanted to impress on the recent virgin that sexual intercourse is a pleasure and not something you go to hell for in the next world or, for that matter, this one.
"Billy wanted to examine my entire body more closely so I let him handled my breasts; stare into my widely spread slit; grasp my buttocks; and then try some oral adventures on his own. He sucked both my nipples and licked me between my legs. As he performed cunnilingus I brought his lower torso against my face and took his male member orally. We formed the classic '69' position as we used out mouths for love-making.
"The lad had his second climax and I drained him dry. By the time he had exhausted himself it was almost midnight. We had been making the many kinds of love for almost three hours. Billy nestled his head between my breasts and drifted off to a snoring sleep. I was about to drop off myself when Jane and Slone tip-toed into the room. 'How did you two make out?' Slone asked.
"I was going to ask you the same question,' I said.
"'We kept losing and winning for a couple of hours but finally wound up in the hole."
" 'So did Billy,' I laughed and the boy's eyes fluttered open.
"Jane and Slone hovered over the lad and I could smell liquor on their breaths. They kept saying that Billy was the cutest thing they ever saw and then pulled the blankets down to get a better look at him. The lad, too worn to arouse the slightest sexual interest, pulled the blanket back and snuggled even closer to my naked body.
"The least you could've done,' Jane said with mock severity, 'is leave a little something for us."
"In the morning Billy had to leave so I drove him out to a spot where I knew he would pick up a northbound car. I watched him hitchhike for a couple of minutes until an auto stopped next to him. Billy got in and waved to me as the car pulled off. I glanced at the driver. He was an ugly fat man and I hoped that the lad wouldn't accept his invitation to stay at another motel. There are so many weird characters on the road today. I'll be fair and include myself."
Slone.
"Did you know that Des Moines, Iowa has a hippie colony? Des Moines, Iowa of all the cornball places!
"I was at the whell of The Lovewagon when we entered this most American city. I expected to see women in print dresses and health shoes like that dame wore in the Japanese bordello for broads. But, as soon as I drove downtown I saw these hippie kids in their crazy clothes, beads, beards, and all the rest of it. Des Moines, Iowa, I later found out, was not as square as its name sounds.
"The three of us checked into a so-so hotel for the night. Since we didn't expect to spend another day in the city we didn't care for frills ... just comfort.
"I got into my sexiest slacks and tightest sweater and went back to that hippie colony. I was twice the age of most of the kids and probably looked like somebody's mother trying to find her lost teenager. I went into a coffee house and looked over the crowd. The older boys didn't appeal to me because of their too long hair and beards. I picked out one lad of fifteen who had a lot of hair but it was neatly combed. His clothes were shabby yet clean and his general appearance was that of a nice, square kid trying to be a swinger.
"When he caught me looking at him he smiled and sat next to me. 'You're new here,' he said.
"'Honey, I'm new everywhere! I responded.
"This statement was intriguing enough for him to accept me as a fellow hippie despite the fact I was close to triple his age. I elaborated on my statement and told him that I was in the last leg of a world-wide journey.
"'What are you traveling for?' he wanted to know.
"'Love, honey,' I answered and pushed my knee into his under the table to emphasize my point.
"Needless to say the boy became interested when I told him about some of the affairs I'd had with young males. At this point in the trip I had become very candid about myself. To make it with a teenaged boy a mature woman only had to grab his crotch and say: 'How's about it?'
"I didn't exactly do that to Keith (aged fifteen) but I came close enough. Keith was boiling over with a need for the experience I had been giving out and was candid in his approach, too. 'Would you ... do me?' he asked timidly.
"'Never had it before?' I wanted to know.
"He shook his head indicating his untouched state and I asked him to leave the coffee shop with me. Once outside the next question to settle was where to go. I couldn't take the lad back to the hotel because I had not signed him in and so I couldn't pass him off as my son as Veronica had back in Las Vegas with that cutey she picked up on the road. The boy didn't know where to go offhand because he lived with his parents. I then saw the most obvious seduction spot right across the street ... The Lovewagon. Although I had been riding around in the car looking for love I had yet to make love in it.
"I drove the boy to a factory district which was deserted because it was the weekend. It was broad daylight but the place seemed safe enough because not a soul was around. Since there was more room in the back that's where I took the lad.
"Keith had that confused expression on his face that I had seen on many other boys. He just couldn't quite believe what was happening to him. He probably had entertained many sexual thoughts but this was the very first time they seemed to becoming realities.
"I took off my shoes and socks and then pulled my slacks down. The boy didn't make a move to undo his own clothes and just watched me in awe. I pulled my panties down and exposed my hairy cleft Keith touched my sex timidly with his fingers. 'Are you ready?' I asked and cupped my hand over his crotch. I felt his manhood like a hard roll of rubber under the cloth of his pants.
"'I ... I don't think I should,' he stammered. 'It just doesn't seem right."
"I wasn't going to argue morality with him so I made it a clear-cut business proposition. Ten dollars will make it seem right,' I said. When I shoved the ten dollar bill in his shirt pocket this broke down what resistance he had. If you can't make a boy right away when you grab for his crotch just grab for your pusrse. This was a fact I've learned in my travels.
"The boy took off his shoes because he could not pull his tight pants over them. He wasn't wearing any shorts and his aroused maleness stood up like a flagpole. He was well-endowed and had a large patch of pubic hair. While his face was boyish he was more than a man between his legs. 'And you've been letting all that go unattended?' I said as I grasped his tender flesh. 'You're in the Love Generation, honey, show you stuff freely."
"Keith's brow broke out into little beads of sweat. 'What ... what do I do now?' he wanted to know.
"'Just do what you think you're supposed to do,' I said curious to see how a virgin lad would start the love act without help.
"He paused for a moment and then spread my legs apart. The back seat was roomy but it was still a tight squeeze for love-making. Keith had me sit in the middle of the seat and then he guided his flagpole into my cleft. He stared down at himself as the sexual contact was made and pushed all the way into my body.
"The lad spread himself out on top of me and started to pump. In his lifetime the boy was going to do this piston-like action tens of thousands of times but here, in a sun-baked street in Des Moines, Iowa, I was receiving his very first stroke.
"The fifteen year old gasped as he thrust time and time again, passion filling every cell of his being. When he climaxed he kept on pumping even harder. His fluid flooded my body and I sucked on one of his ears while the orgasm roared silently. Keith was now gasping so loud I was afraid he was going to have a heart attack right in my arms. For all I knew he had a heart condition. After all, I didn't give any of the boys I've laid so far an examination beyond genital measuring.
"Keith emptied himself out into me and his flesh became limp and languid. He lay on me for a moment and fought to catch his breath. His heart beat wildly against my body and it felt as if it were about to leap out of his body.
When I looked up at him I noticed that his face was very flushed and shiny with sweat. Carefully I slipped out from under him and sat up on the back seat that had just been my bed.
"The fifteen year old leaned against the seat and took deep breaths. When he seemed calmer I asked: 'Are you all right?'
"'Yeah ... I don't know what came over me. Is it always like this?'
"'No, not at all. Boys get excited but you sounded like you were about to have a heart attack. You don't have a heart condition, do you?'
"'Does that matter?' he asked surprised.
"I groaned out loud. 'Answer my question and I'll answer yours."
"Keith admitted that his family doctor advised him to watch his activities and not strain himself. He did have a heart condition after all. I suppose, after making love to so many boys, I would have to eventually meet one like Keith to whom love is more of a danger than an enjoyment.
"I told the lad that sex was one of the most demanding physical activities of all and that he should ignore my previous advice about showing his meat around freely. Then I recalled how he had hesitated just before the love act. It wasn't any moral sense that had given him pause but the idea that the sex act would be harmful to him.
"No affair with a boy ever depressed me as much as this one had including that awful experience with Vincente. That Italian lad came close to killing me but I came close to killing Keith. Since I was the one to press both affairs the responsibility for them was mine. If Vincente killed me I would have only myself to blame. If I had killed Keith....
"I didn't want to think about anymore but I stayed with the lad until I knew he was fine. We went back to the coffee house to drink, eat and talk. Before I left him I advised the boy to see his doctor and explain exactly what had happened in the back seat of The Lovewagon. It was strange for me to actually want a teenager to tell about our affair. My relationship with the fifteen year old showed me tha love, for some people, must be taken in moderation. It had been a hard lesson for a most immoderate woman to learn."
Jane.
"When I saw the Atlantic Ocean from the front seat of The Lovewagon I knew that the sex cruise was over. How many boys have there been? You have all the letters so I guess You've been keeping count.
"I thought my adventures would be over until we stayed the night at a creepy looking motel just north of New York City. We all crowded into one cabin and expected to sleep the night away when another car pulled up next to our and three boys piled out. I exchanged glances with the other gay divorcees and we all had the same idea at the same time ... why not have one last fling?
"Steve, Bob and Kenneth were all seventeen years old and members of the same high school football team. They had just come back from New York as we were headed towards the city. The boys had spent a weekend in New York and expressed disappointment that they couldn't find any girls. Now, I tell you, how could we resist a plea for help like that?
"The teenagers had some bottles of liquor with them and we invited them into our cabin. The kids seemed excited by the notion that they were actually in a motel cabin with three women although I doubted they planned to go beyond the flirting stage. That would be up to us.
"Steve was a tall, blond boy who appeared to be shy and awkward; Bob was a friendly, well-built lad with dark, curly hair, and Kenneth was a chubby fellow with a dozen dimples in his face. The gay divorcees singled out their favorties. Slone got Bob; Veronica got Steve; and I got the one with all the dimples. The six of us downed a quart of whiskey in no time at all and the teenagers were beginning to act like men of the world.
"'Yeah, 'Kenneth said to me, 'those New York chicks are cold, man. They walked right by me when I tried to be friendly."
"I suppose I was the one to get the party really rolling when I patted the chubby lad on the knee and said: 'You fellows must be pretty hard-up for some sex, right?'
"The boys exhanged looks this time. They had the same idea at once, too. 'Are you women...? I mean, are you three...? '
"'Ladies of the evening?' I injected. 'No, not really. We pay boys and not the other way around."
"There was a moment of silence as the lads digested this bit of information. 'Are you kidding?' Steve asked.
"Since I was the one to bring sex into the conversation it was up to me to press the matter to the only logical and wonderful conclusion. I stood up and started to strip in front of everyone. When I was naked the three football players stared at me as so very many other boys had done all over the world. I was the slightest of the divorcees but they looked at me as if I were a movie queen.
"I sat in Kenneth's lap and felt his sexually aroused organ against my bare buttocks. 'Gee!' he said in awe. 'Gee whiz!'
"Gee whizl I thought that term went out with radio and serials. I kissed the chubby seventeen year old on the cheek and asked: 'What will you charge me for sex?'
"'Gee ... gee whiz ... ,' he answered.
"It was clear that the chubby one was cherry. A boy with even the slightest experience would have been into me by now. The other two lads were just as inexperienced and this pleased Slone and Veronica. We all had a passion for young male virgins because they were a challenge to our erotic skills.
"Veronica took off all her clothes and showed off her shapely breasts and long legs. Slone stripped last and flaunted her meaty body at the boy with the dark curls. 'Are you kids chicken?' she taunted. 'You went to New York for girls. You should've gone for women. Women appreciate young studs more than do those silly little teenyboppers. How many of them are willing to pay you boys for sex? The next time ignore the girls and go for the mature females."
"The boys started to take off their clothes in a hurry after that speech. Kenneth looked plump but, after feeling his body, I found that he was all meat and no fat. His sex organ was a huge thing that curled upwards almost to his belly button.
"Steve's body was lean and filled with muscles I've never seen before. Bob's shoulders and back were imposing and his erect flesh trembled with anticipation. My boy was th best endowed of all the boys I've had around the world. I've had male organs in many states and shapes in countries all over the globe but I had to wait until my last affair to meet the lad with the largest.
"Slone took Bob to one of the beds and we all watched as she broke him in. Her technique was polished and very effective and she had the virgin lad ramming like an old pro himself in a matter of seconds. When he completed the sex act he rolled over on his back in utter contentment. 'Man! That was great!' he cried out in sheer joy.
"Veronica took Steve to bed with her and we watched these long, blond beings entwine in passion. Veronica, showing off, played with the boy's erect part with the tip of her tongue and then she spread her legs. The lean high school football star was so anxious to get at her that he almost fell off the bed. He hung on and his narrow rump moved up and down so fast that he created a blur.
"The blond boy let out an animalistic grunt and his rump came in focus again as he stopped moving. Everyone in the room knew that he was spilling over.
"It was my turn. I grabbed Kenneth by his salami of sex and pulled him over to the bed. I sat down in front of him and licked this meaty tube from tip to base. I didn't want the lad to have his first orgasm orally and rolled back onto the bed. I parted my legs as wide as possible because I wanted to give him all the room he required. Kenneth lay hard and heavy upon my body and he didn't waste time trying inch into me gently. He rammed his entire salami into my body with a savage stroke. I cried out in shock and some pain. If I had met Kenneth at the beginning of the sex cruise I probably would've been too afraid to continue in case I would meet other studs who would be as well-endowed.
"The husky seventeen year old lifted his bulky body and plowed into me once more. I felt as if the tip of his organ was going out through the rear of my body and into the mattress. He rammed down again and, in a spasm of lust, I lifted my legs straight up in the air. Again he rammed and I brought my knees back towards my face giving the lad all the room possible. Kenneth thrust into me time and time again and I wondered when he was going to release himself. When his release did come it felt like someone turning a hose of hot water into my body.
"The evening was as young as the boys and we all swapped. In case you're keeping score just add three affairs to each of our lists. We might as well end the sex cruise with a big bang, right?
"I got Steve as my next sex partner. Once he, like his friends, had spewed out the first of his passion he became less awkward and more animated. We French-kissed on the bed while playing with one another's sexual part. The boy told me that the most sex he had ever had up until he met us was when he 'fingered' a girl at a drive-in-movie, I guess fingering is kid stuff to you, huh?' he asked.
"There is no such thing as kid stuff when it comes to sex,' I assured him. if it excites, thrills, causes passion then it should be used. I enjoy being fingered myself."
"Knowing that I wouldn't think less of him for performing this mild sexual activity Steve stuck one finger into my slit and started squirming it around inside my body. As he did this I masturbated him into erotic stiffness and then mouthed his organ until he had a climax.
"Slone had Kenneth sodomize her with his tremendous part and I wondered how she could take it all. I knew that the oldest of our group had discovered the joys of anal intercourse during the trip but I didn't know that it had become her special passion.
"Bob, the seventeen year old with the black curls, wanted to experience this form of love-making and I agreed to be his partner. I lubricated his tube of flesh with cold cream and instructed him to be very careful. The lad slipped his sex organ into my rear with a gentle yet firm movement and spilled over.
"The six of us coasted for the next couple of hours just kissing and drinking. Once the boys got up another sexual wind the party was under way again.
"Kenneth came back to me with his gigantic manhood and I was surprised at how sure of himself he had become in only a few hours of love. Gone was that clumsiness and inhibition. The seventeen year old plowed into me with artful power and care. I didn't think I would lose control of myself after so many affairs but I did. I clawed at the young stud's broad back as he plowed his rigid manhood between my legs. 'More! More! More!' I cried aloud.
"The teenaged lad kept moving with increased passion and, once again, I felt as if a hot water hose was filling me once he climaxed.
"There was another swap and still another but I can't recall all the details after that. We drank, made love, and drank again. Through the night the motel's manager knocked on our door and told us to be quiet. A couple of times he said he was going to call the police. I thought of how ironic it would be to get busted for 'impairing the morals of minors' just as the trip was ending. There had been many times where I had come close to being caught with a young lad but luck had been with me all through the journey around the world.
"When I woke up in the morning I was hung-over and my entire body felt as if it had been through a meat grinder and, in a way, it had. Three lusty teenaged boys having sex for the first time is meat grinder enough for any woman.
"The cabin was a mess and I could see my female friends sleeping naked on the same bed. The boys were gone and I realized I must've fallen asleep before the party was over. I went into the bathroom and examined my body. I was covered with hickey marks. My breasts were red with them and my sexual area was one painful welt. I had thought I would spend the last night of the sex journey in peaceful slumber but I had experienced the most sexual affair of the entire trip in the cabin just north of New York City. This only goes to prove that American boys do love mature women as much as do their foreign counterparts. Once a young American lad finds out that older women are just as sexual as teenyboppers ... if not more so ... hell seek out adult bed companions. I know that I had done my bit to turn on three high school football stars to the unheralded glories of the mature female.
"Slone and Veronica got up as hung-over as I. Their bodies had their share of hickies. In the last stages of the party the boys had become very oral. Veronica's breasts were livid with the mouthings of boys and Slone's butts were so raw that she couldn't sit down. They agreed with me that last night's session had been the most exciting one of the entire trip.
"When we went to pay our bill the manager, a nasty old man of thirty, glared at us. 'You three grown women should be ashamed of yourselves the way you carried on with those boys last night,' he complained. 'Mature men have come here with young girls but this is the first time I've ever seen mature women with young boys. What is the world coming to, anyhow?'
"'I don't know what the world is coming to, pops,' I told this man who was at least three years my junior. 'But I want to hang on and see what the future is like if last night is an example of things to come."
"The manager sniffed coldly and turned his back on us once we paid him for the use of the cabin. As I walked towards The Lovewagon I suddenly remembered another fee I had not paid yet. 'We promised those boys money,' I said.
"'Don't worry about that,' Slone said. 'We paid them last night. They got five bucks each if that's all right with you."
"'Of course it is,' I said. 'Five dollars for three teenaged boys is one of the best bargains we've had since the trip began."
"'It would have been the best bargain of all,' Veronica added. 'The kids not only refused the money at first they wanted to pay us."
"'How flattering!' I exclaimed. 'After so many boys we're still considered fresh and exciting meat."
"'It was all those boys who made us so fresh and exciting,' Slone said. 'Young girls wear mature men down but young boys seem to have the opposite effect on older women. I wonder how our husbands are doing with their child brides?'
"'Who cares?' I said as I got behind the wheel of The Lovewagon which now had plenty of mileage on it. They didn't care about us when they dropped us for those kids so why should we worry about them?'
"We all laughed as we drove off to New York City and the end of our long journey into boyland. But, is it an end? The Lovewagon may had plenty of mileage on it but it still has many more miles to go. The car, like the three gay divorcees, is not ready for the scrap heap yet."
