She Licked Them Clean concerns a very average American woman who suddenly and unwittingly becomes involved in a bizarre sex life. The point of the novel is not to condemn her erotic activities, which harm no one, but to show how her upbringing, and the society she lives in, combine to hamper her free expression and enjoyment of her sexual needs.
Angela Gordon, the heroine, is a typical middle-aged divorcee, bitter toward men (especially her ex-husband), repressed in her views about sex, and determined to deny herself love in the future because of the unhappiness it brought her in the past. Yet in the course of a few days-described in She Licked Them Clean-she finds herself actively and passionately engaging in two sexual practices which are roundly condemned by our society, pedophilia and bestiality, i.e., sexual relations with children and animals. The reader may find this implausible or difficult to explain, yet there is nothing unusual or unnatural about Angela Gordon's circumstances. She has sexual needs and is subject to sexual arousal just like any other normal person. But like many older Americans, she also attempts to deny her own needs, and the result is only a more explosive and helpless submission to those needs when they arise.
One basic fact of her nature which Angela tries to ignore is that sexual desire does not necessarily vanish with youth-does not, say, just go away at age forty-but ordinarily lasts all one's life. Dr. David Reuben remarks that "especially after the age of about forty-five (particularly in women) sexual desire intensifies." (Everything You Always Wanted to Know about Sex) Dr. Reuben also argues that it is silly to consider oneself "too old" for sex: "Just as there is no valid reason to give up eating at an arbitrary age, there is no reason to give up sex."
Yet Angela has long tried to ignore these basic facts. Like many other people of her culture and age group, she has tried to do without sex, because, as Dr. Reuben explains, giving it up "may be the easy way out for men and women who never felt right about sex, anyway." But why, after years of sexual repression, should Angela suddenly break away from her inhibitions and renounce her self-imposed celibacy?
The answer is that all of us, in some degree, are subject to arousal by the right stimuli, and Angela at last encounters the kind of stimulus that "turns her on." Recently it has been shown that women are just as much aroused by visual erotic stimuli as men are. Drs. Phyllis and Eberhard Kronhausen, in The Sexually Responsive Woman, show that many women respond powerfully to erotic literature and pictures, including those involving animals. They say, "We have come to the conclusion that the sight of animal mating seems to have at least as much erotic appeal to women as it has to men." Angela is excited both by sexual contact with animals and by the sight of naked young boys, but there is nothing inherently "unnatural" about this. The "unnatural" and tragic part of Angela's story is that she cannot accept her own desires without guilt. We now present the facts of the case and leave the reader to decide whether Angela Gordon is really "guilty" of anything.
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CHAPTER ONE
Angela Gordon, concentrating on her oil painting of the mountain lake, did not see the little boy until he was directly in front of her. Then her eyes slowly widened in shock as he began to take off his clothes. Obviously the boy didn't see Angela. He undressed with no hesitation or embarrassment, revealing his beautiful little cock and balls, then ran naked toward the dark blue water and plunged in with a loud whoop as his slim body touched the icy lake. Angela gawked, too stunned to make a sound.
Inside she felt angry at this lewd intrusion on her privacy, but she knew it would be wise to let the anger cool before saying anything to the boy. No point in getting hysterical! She watched him as he waded near the sandy shore, and she blushed as she found her eyes straying again and again to his genitals. Ordinarily Angela was repulsed by the very thought of the male organs, but she had never seen a young boy before, and somehow this was different. To her surprise, she felt no repulsion or disgust as she studied the graceful boy. It wasn't at all like looking at the menacing, hairy, swollen cock and balls of the adult male. No, quite the contrary, it was pleasant....
The boy stood facing her now, though he still hadn't noticed her sitting at her easel a few yards up the wooded hill. He was kicking at something in the ankle-deep water, and the motion made his small white prick bounce and flap. Between his slim legs, his rosy, hairless balls quivered. Angela's eyes widened again, this time in concentration instead of amazement. In spite of herself, she couldn't help studying the boy. His immature cock was short, perhaps three inches long at most, and his testicles were about half the size of a grown man's. There was no pubic hair at all. He was not circumcised, and his small penis tapered toward the tip to end in an amusing, pointed gathering of wrinkled white skin. Angela's far-sighted eyes detected the wrinkled surface of his balls as well, reddish, glowing flesh divided into two walnut-like spheres. The whole sight was quite pretty, actually, nothing disgusting about it at all.
Angela licked her lips, and then quite suddenly came a sensation which almost made her gasp out loud. She felt a gush of hot fluid from her vagina, and at the same time a kind of nagging insistence in her labial tissues. She was embarrassed and disconcerted. How could the sight of a naked young boy have such a pronounced and wicked effect on her? Although Angela had no use for men and rarely thought about sex, she'd lived long enough to recognize feelings of sexual arousal in herself. But, the very idea of getting hot over a little boy, a kid who didn't look more than eleven or twelve years old-it just couldn't be!
Angela forced herself to look at the boy's genitals again. She had to be sure. He was turning away now to dive into deeper water, and as he did so, his little cock swung with his movement, flashing pale and impish. His back to her, he bent to dive, and his small, round, reddish balls peeked naughtily out from between his legs. Angela's mouth dropped open, and she felt it again, the hot rush of juices from her cunt, the swelling and tingling of her aroused labia. It was obvious that the sight of the little boy's penis and testicles was exciting her powerfully.
"Oh, my God...." she muttered softly.
Angela sat stunned and watchful as the young boy swam out into the dark waters of the mountain lake. Never in her life had she felt such urgent and sudden sexual need. She hadn't even dreamed she was capable of feeling this way. Her conscience told her to pack up her painting equipment and return to her cabin, out of the way of temptation. But hadn't she come to the cabin to explore her own mind, to understand herself? Her response to the sight of the young boy was surely something she ought to investigate. She must understand his powerful effect on her.
Angela rose from her stool and began to make her way carefully and quietly down the hill towards the shore of the lake. In a few minutes she was hidden behind a big fir tree, only a few feet from where the boy had left his clothes. She saw sneakers, blue jeans, a green sweatshirt with the white-lettered motto "Camp Willow Creek," and what looked like the smallest pair of Jockey shorts in the world. She experienced a sudden, insane urge to grab up his clothes and sniff them, rather like a dog investigating a stranger, but forced herself to remain silently in her hiding place. She glanced out over the water and saw that the boy was swimming back toward the shore.
As she saw him touch bottom and begin to walk out of the water, Angela held her breath, fearful that he would hear her panting. The water slowly retreated downward from his neck, his tanned chest with its neat, small, brown nipples, his flat belly with its white button of a navel that still protruded slightly in childish fashion, till, abruptly, his small white prick nosed its way out of the water and seemed to be pointing right at the spying Angela. Its wrinkled point dripped innocently, and the little organ flopped lazily as the boy waded toward her. His gently swaying balls emerged now. small blushing globes that, hung limply by straps of pink flesh from the unknown space between his legs. Angela wanted to explore the way they were fastened to him, to touch and feel him there....
The young boy stepped onto the sand and hurried for his clothing, shivering and bluish now, and anxious to get warm. As he ran, his fat little prick bounced hard, slapping against balls and belly, utterly limp and unresisting with his movement. He reached the pile of clothes, seized his shorts, and bent to insert one leg. His back was towards Angela now, and as he leaned down, she saw the perfect, virgin pucker of his anus. Angela's mouth unaccountably filled with saliva at the sight, and she swallowed hard. She'd never seen anyone's anus before, hadn't even explored her own: why in God's name should it make her drool to see a little kid's asshole? She was profoundly irritated with herself, yet she couldn't stop looking. She saw the small, firm globes of the boy's pale buttocks, his bright pink balls peeking from between his legs, and the faintly-tinted, wrinkled door of his asshole, and then she felt a hot, wet tickling as her cunt contracted sharply and discharged a load of juices that completely soaked the crotch of her panties and streamed down her inner thighs....
Angela knew vividly what she wanted, but she couldn't believe it. A devilish prompting, from somewhere deep inside her, urged her to sneak up behind the boy, take him by surprise, and cup his peeping, rosy balls, snake her hand around and seize his sweet, flapping cock, to touch and rub and caress all his secret parts. The urge was so shocking that she dismissed it at once. A woman her age, my God! Whatever possessed her to even think of doing such a thing? Yet as she thought of holding the boy's soft little prick in her hand, pumping and petting it, she felt such a dizzying wave of desire that she moaned out loud.
The boy heard her. Spinning around to look in the direction of her noise, he got his feet tangled in his shorts and went sprawling, humiliated, onto his back, his legs spread wide before Angela's wide eyes. Briefly she saw everything, the slightly parted pucker of his pink anus, the way his little balls and cock seemed to sprout from the same source just over the pubic bone, how clean and innocent and soft he looked between his legs. Her first thought as the boy stumbled was not to scare him away. She couldn't bear to have him run off now, she had to look at him a while longer!
Angela stepped out from behind the tree, smiling in what she hoped was a friendly and soothing manner.
"Well, hello!" she laughed. "I hope I didn't frighten you!" She blushed slightly in the effort to ignore his nakedness and his obscene posture. She must make him think that everything was all right!
"Uh-" the boy gulped, gawking at her. "Uh, hello." Only now did she study his features and general appearance: she'd been too busy before staring, at his cock! He was a redhead, with milky white skin and a million small brown freckles, and his bright blue eyes were wide now with embarrassment and anxiety. As soon as he saw that Angela was not angry, however, he began to fumble into his clothes, though he still kept a nervous eye on her.
"I've rented this property for the summer," Angela explained, "and I thought this beach was private. So I was surprised to see you here."
The boy blushed and lowered his eyes. "I'm sorry, ma'am! I know it's a private beach and I shouldn't be here. It's just that-" He stopped, unwilling to say what was in his mind.
"What?" said Angela. She sat down beside him on the grass while he tied his shoes. "I'm not angry .with you, just curious. Tell me about yourself-how old you are, your name, where you're from."
The boy seemed to calm down after her friendly inquiry. "My name's Rusty," he said, "Rusty Ames."
"And I'm Mrs. Gordon, Angela Gordon," she replied. "Go on, Rusty. How old are you, do you live around here?"
"I'm eleven, and I live in Los Angeles. I'm just here for the summer, at Camp Willow Creek-that's the property next to yours, maybe you've seen it."
Angela nodded. "And heard it! There must be a lot of boys there!"
"Hundreds!" sighed Rusty. "That's the reason I came over to your beach, Mrs. Gordon, I didn't know anybody was here, and I wanted to swim alone. It's awful crowded on the beach at camp, and they make you wear bathing suits, and this swimming instructor we've got, Mr. Vaughn, is a real b-I mean, he's real strict, and like that. But I won't bother you again."
As he spoke, Angela was getting an idea, and now she had a chance to use it. "Oh, I don't mind, Rusty!" she declared. "As long as it's just you, and not a noisy crowd. You can come over and swim here every day. As a matter-of-fact, I'd like to use you as a model. I do a little painting, and if you wouldn't mind holding still a few minutes every time you visit, I'd like to do your portrait."
Privately, the young boy thought the portrait idea was silly, and it embarrassed him to think of posing, but he was eager to return to the quiet and privacy of Angela's beach, away from the stern authority of Mr. Vaughn. "Gee, Mrs. Gordon," he answered politely, "that'd be swell! I could come every afternoon."
"Fine, Rusty," said Angela. "Could I offer you a snack now-some cookies and milk? I was about to go up to the cabin and have something myself."
The boy looked tempted but shook his head. "Gee, thanks a lot, Mrs. Gordon, but I have to get back to camp! They might notice I'm gone."
"All right, Rusty," said Angela. "I'll see you tomorrow, then."
"Right!" the boy grinned. He jumped to his feet and ran off through the woods. Angela watched him go, with a wild mixture of feelings. Already she liked the boy-he seemed bright, honest, and well-mannered. She was also excited at the prospect of his return the next day, at the opportunity for studying his handsome young body at her leisure, for the boy had expressed his preference for swimming without a suit, and it would be easy to get him to pose in the nude. But besides these pleasant feelings, Angela felt alarm and self-reproach, too. The way she'd become so excited and aroused at the sight of Rusty's genitals, the way she'd shamelessly contrived to study them again-this was not like her, not at all. She didn't understand what had come over her as she watched Rusty.
Angela sighed, got to her feet, and went up the hill to collect her painting gear and retire to the cabin. As she walked, she thought about her past life and tried to discover some cause for her behavior with the boy that day. There was nothing very unusual in her life. She was forty-two, divorced, and had been raised in a typical American home. Her parents had been a little strict, perhaps, but otherwise just like any other parents. Angela had gone to college and studied art, then married George Gordon, a real estate salesman, when she was twenty-five. The marriage had not been very happy, although she'd tried for ten years to make a go of it. But how could anyone live with George and his loathsome habits?
George's idea of marriage was nothing but sex, sex, sex! Angela had been prepared for sexual relations, of course, and at first was glad of George's frequent attentions, because she wanted children. But after a year, when their family doctor determined that George was sterile and could beget no children, Angela had seen no point in so much love-making. She had never enjoyed it, anyway. But George had wanted to do it more than ever. It had seemed as if he was always at her, that she was nothing more than a vagina to him. Worse, as the years passed, he'd grown bored with ordinary sex and had developed some very strange tastes, things which horrified and sickened his wife. In spite of her outraged protests, George insisted on subjecting her to his depraved and unnatural whims-demanding that she dress in various exotic costumes, that she take his cock in her mouth and suck him to orgasm, and that she play with his anus, with her fingers and tongue, until he came. All this she had endured in order to avoid a divorce, for she considered divorce a sign of weakness. But eventually she could put up with it no longer, not when George demanded from her the ultimate in humiliation and depravity.
One night he'd come home late from work, and Angela could tell by his flushed face and heavy breathing that he'd been drinking for several hours. She also knew what was on his mind, what was nearly always on his mind. She'd begged him to have his dinner and sober up, but that made him angry. He ordered her into the bedroom, and when she protested, he struck her. Unwilling to risk injury, Angela obeyed. George commanded her to undress and lie face down on the bed. In a moment she'd felt his hot breath on her neck, then his hot, sweaty, hair-matted body as he lowered himself onto her.
"Here's something we never did before, baby," he muttered drunkenly. "It oughta be a real kick!"
Angela hardly heard him. As always, she was trying to think of other things, just waiting for him to get it over with, to inflict on her unwilling body whatever filthy thing he had in mind. Now he seized her hips with burning, sweaty hands and raised her buttocks high. She assumed he was going to fuck her from behind, and she clenched her teeth and waited wearily.
But to Angela's shock, he did not thrust his prick into her cunt, as she expected, but instead fumbled with a jar of Vaseline on the bedside table, then rudely poked a finger up her anus!
"George, for God's sake!" she cried disgustedly.
"Shut up!" he snarled. "Hold still!"
Angela obeyed but felt sick. What shameful thing would he think of next? Why should it excite him-how could it excite any decent person-to stick his finger up her ass and put Vaseline there? As last his probing ceased, and she waited again for him to fuck her, now that his evil foreplay was concluded. Then she screamed with horror and pain as George, grunting and snarling with excitement, rammed the hugely swollen head of his cock into the tight, untried mouth of her anus.
"George! No!" she howled. Oh, God, not there!
He did not reply. With one more savage thrust, he plunged his thick cock deep into her bowels, then began ass-fucking her with brutal force and rapidity.
"AAAHHHH, No! Please, please, stop!" shrieked Angela. The pain was terrible, and she sobbed and twisted beneath his assault, but he was too strong for her, too deep inside her, for escape. He paid no attention to her suffering; on the contrary, he seemed to be having the time of his life.
"AAGGHHH!" he growled. "Oh, Jesus, this is great! You're so tight there! Aaaahhhh! I'm gonna cum!"
Mercifully he did, filling her bowels with fiery jets of sperm that stung the torn length of her colon and made her shriek with pain. He fell heavily onto her, gasping and groaning his pleasure, his fat cock still twitching and pumping inside her. When at last it grew limp and empty and slipped from her ripped anus, Angela breathed a sigh of relief.
"Christ!" laughed George. "That was the best cum I ever had! We're gonna do it that way from now on, baby! It's the only way to fly!"
Oh, no, we're not, Angela was thinking. This was the end for her. She could endure filth, but filth combined with pain, with cruel and uncaring rape. was too much for her. She had tried, for ten years, but she could try no longer.
Not wanting to start an argument, she said nothing to George about her decision, but as soon as he left for work the next morning, she packed her things, moved to an apartment, and began proceedings for a divorce. When she threatened to expose his perversion in court, George was very cooperative, granting her a large settlement. She never saw him again, though she'd heard that he'd remarried to a much younger woman.
It was the end of her sex life, too. Angela was happy about that. Sex had always disgusted her, and now she realized that men disgusted her, too. She was thirty-five, too old, in her opinion, to start a family, and so she didn't need a man at all. She got a job as art director in a large department store and lived quite contentedly by herself. It was all fine with her. Seven years passed, and she had no occasion to regret the life she'd chosen.
Then quite unexpectedly it happened, the crisis in her life: with her forty-second year, to her chagrin and disgust, she began to be tortured by sexual longing. At work, in bed at night, even on the subway, she would suddenly feel the warning signs in her cunt and labia, the swelling and moistening, the nagging need for release. It enraged her. Why her, of all people? She cared nothing for men or sex! Too ashamed to consult a doctor, Angela decided on a long vacation instead, a time to think things out and try to regain control of her own body. A friend rented her a remote mountain cabin, and here she was. Things had gone well, very well, until today, until she had seen that naked little boy....
Angela had reached the cabin now, hot and sweaty from her climb, and deeply disgusted with herself for becoming so aroused by Rusty. A cold shower would probably take care of both problems, she decided. Quickly removing 'her sweaty clothes, she hurried to the shower stall and forced herself to stand there for ten minutes until the icy needles of water, till she could think of nothing but being painfully cold. Then, shivering and gasping, she got out and began to dry herself before the bathroom mirror.
She couldn't help occasional glances at herself in the big mirror, and she thought with bitter amusement how little her body reflected the woman inside. The inner woman cared nothing for love, but the outer woman was voluptuously feminine, her whole body an invitation to sex. Angela had grown a little overweight in middle age, too plump to suit most men, but all the curves were still in the right place, long legs, swelling hips, small waist, and enormous, sloping breasts. Her great milky-white, blue-veined tits sagged and swayed, their nipples long, brown, and rigid from the cold bath. She hated them, because men were always staring at them lewdly, and she hated that other blatant badge of her femininity, the large, dark brown triangle of pussy fur. She hated everything that identified her as a woman and connected her with sex.
Wearily Angela tossed aside her towel and went to lie on her bed, too disturbed by the day's events to care about dinner. She closed her eyes, hoping to drift into forgetful sleep, but immediately and unwillingly she saw in her imagination the naked white form of the young boy, Rusty, as he romped in the water, unaware of her spying eyes. Again she saw his pure, innocent prick, flapping and bouncing as he played, and she saw his rosy, sagging little balls, absolutely hairless and untried. The rest of the boy's body, his face and torso and limbs, became shadowy and vague to her imagination, and all she could see distinctly were his inviting, bright-white cock and blushing balls, flopping, swaying, taunting her....
Angela's cunt contracted sharply and oozed a hot, tickling stream of juices. Dear God, not again! Would she never be free of this torture? The daydream of the naked boy had made her hot and horny, as never before. She understood what her body wanted, she was not ignorant of that: the puffing and itching of her labia, the oozing of her cunt, the swelling and throbbing of her clitoris, signaled her need for orgasm. Angela had read and heard about orgasms, but had never experienced one herself. She even knew that they could be produced by touching herself in the right way, by masturbation, but the thought repelled her-she had been told often enough as a child that "self-abuse" was wicked and dirty.
But her only alternative was to go on being horny, and as she thought of Rusty, that became increasingly hard to take. Lapsing again into her daydream, she saw his jaunty little prick quite close to her now, saw its silky, blue-veined skin and its funny wrinkled point. She sighed, closed her eyes, and wondered longingly how it would feel to touch him there, how it would be to pet and explore that sweet little organ. Could a boy that young achieve an erection? What would his small prick feel like if it was hard? She thought of the boy lying on top of her, poking innocently between her out-flung legs with his hardened little tool, probing the wet, thirsting mouth of her cunt....
"Ahhhh, God!" sobbed Angela, aching with desire, driven beyond reason by her thoughts of the beautiful little boy and his mocking white cock. Groaning, she fumbled between her legs with her middle finger, pretending it was Rusty's prick. It was almost the same size. She slid it wetly, slickly, along the swollen pulp of her vulva, and the pleasure was intense, making her gasp and pump her hips in the motions of fucking. Her finger dipped into the oozing hole of her cunt, and with a moan of animal need, she stuck it all the way in, till she touched and palpitated her own womb. She imagined that Rusty's stiff little prick was inside her, poking and jabbing innocently and happily, and she clenched her legs tightly together and rubbed her clit and labia along the shaft of her finger. It was good, incredibly good....
"Ohhhhh!" moaned Angela, her lips drawn back now in a sensual snarl, oblivious of everything but the delicious ramming of her own finger in the juicing, squishing tunnel of her needy cunt. She clenched her teeth, frigged herself rapidly, furiously, and powerful sensations of pleasure began to jolt her plump body, waves of joy like she'd never experienced before.
"Ahhhh, AHHHHH!" she howled, bucking her body in time to the swift thrusts of her finger, her huge tits bouncing and quivering. Suddenly her whole body was seized and shaken by a mind-blasting seizure of ecstasy, and she knew she was cumming.
"Oh, Oh, UHHHHHH!" she shrieked as her big body went into the powerful convulsions of orgasm, jolting and dizzying, making her squeal and howl with pleasure. My God, she'd never realized it could be like this! It was beyond any pleasure she'd imagined, the most beautiful thing she'd ever felt! Her hot cunt juices were squeezed out by the frantic, happy thrusts of her finger, wetting the blanket beneath her, and she moaned abandonedly until every last sensation was milked from her violently contracting vagina. At last she fell back exhausted onto the pillow, experiencing complete relief and satisfaction.
Well, she thought crazily, maybe old George had a point after all, about this fucking business!
Immediately she was ashamed of the thought, but her shame didn't last long. Her powerful cumming had drained and exhausted her, and she quickly fell into a deep sleep.
CHAPTER TWO
The next afternoon Angela set up her easel in the same spot as before and continued to work on her painting of the lake, but her mind kept wandering. She wondered if the boy Rusty would return as he'd promised. Even more, she wondered if she really wanted him to return. She liked the boy, and she was excited at the prospect of doing his nude portrait, but at the same time she feared a rebirth of the violently horny feelings he had aroused in her, feelings so insistent that she'd shamefully appeased them with her own finger. That was a humiliation she could not bear to repeat.
Lost in these thoughts, Angela was startled when she heard the sudden crunch of sand under sneakers and looked up to see Rusty running down the beach toward her, his red hair flying, his face flushed and happy. He bounded up to her, and she caught the faint scent of boyish sweat and found it not at all unpleasant.
"Hi, Mrs. Gordon!" the boy chirped. "Jeeze, I almost didn't make it! OP Mr. Vaughn was watching us like a hawk, but I finally managed to sneak off! Boy, I'm hot!"
Angela laughed, catching his good humor. "Well, Rusty, if you're hot, by all means have a swim! I'll start the outline of your portrait while you're doing it. You don't have to stand still for that part of the painting."
"Swell!" said Rusty. He seized his sweatshirt and was about to pull it off over his head, then seemed to have a disconcerting thought. "Say, Mrs. Gordon," he asked hesitantly, "you don't mind if I don't have any trunks, do you? I didn't bring any. I don't like 'em."
Angela colored slightly but smiled at him. "Of course not, Rusty! I don't mind at all. I was planning a nude portrait anyway."
"Oh! Okay." He grinned at her in a friendly way, then quickly shucked his clothes.
As the boy undressed, Angela set aside the painting of the lake and got a fresh canvas. She set to work industriously, studying the general outline of his body and making a preliminary sketch, hoping her scrutiny wouldn't embarrass him. It certainly was embarrassing her-no matter how much she tried, she couldn't help focusing her attention on his crotch, first the tight little bulge of his blue jeans, then the pointed form beneath his shorts, and finally the flapping, white little cock itself as he tossed aside the last of his clothing. God, it was tempting! As the fat little penis bounced into view, she wanted desperately to reach out and feel it, to give it a mischievious squeeze. She blushed and forced her eyes away from his cock.
Rusty didn't notice a thing, however. He grinned at her again, then turned and sped toward the water, eager to cool his sweaty young body. With his long strides, his bright pink balls were revealed, bouncing furiously between his slim legs, and when he'd waded out into the dark blue water and bent to dive, Angela saw the sweet, innocent pucker of his anus. Then his body flashed whitely and he was in the water, covered, and swimming toward the center of the small lake.
Angela sighed and turned to her sketch. What she saw shocked, then amused her. Her first outline had been absent-minded, mere busy-work, but apparently she'd concentrated more than she thought: there was a dim pencil outline of the boy's body, then, between his legs, a very sharp and accurate representation of his balls and cock! Angela blushed deeply and erased the whole drawing. My God, she thought, I'm really turning into a dirty old woman!
During the rest of Rusty's swim, Angela managed to control her feelings and to achieve a satisfactory sketch of him standing, without undue emphasis on his genitals this time. But most of the drawing was done from memory, since the boy was deep in the water now. If she was to get a good likeness of him, she'd have to have him standing still and close to her. The idea gave her a sharp twinge of excitement. It was a perfectly legitimate request, since he'd promised to pose! He'd be right there, naked, only a few feet away from her, and she could stare at his delicious little prick and balls all she wanted....
"Hey, Mrs. Gordon!" Angela started as Rusty yelled to her. "I'm freezing! I'm coming out now!" She saw his red head bobbing far out in the lake.
"Okay, Rusty!" she called.
Angela gathered up her painting gear, intending to take the boy up to the cabin for a snack and some further posing. She felt a kind of eager, humming sensation in her body, and she knew just what it was, the happy prospect of having him naked in the privacy of the cabin. Well, cool it, Grandma! she told herself. It would be all right to sketch him, but silly to get carried away.
Rusty came streaking out of the water, shivering and gasping, and bounded up the beach to his pile of clothes. His teeth were chattering. He looked around, then exclaimed suddenly, "Aw, crap! I forgot to bring a towel!"
Angela laughed. "Well, I have plenty of towels in the cabin, but none here! Grab your clothes, and let's run for it-that should warm you up!"
Rusty laughed, too, bundled up his clothes, and they sprinted up the steep path through the trees. By the time they reached the little cabin, Angela was panting for breath, but she hardly noticed her own condition. Rusty had been running in front of her the whole way, and she'd had an exciting, unobstructed view of his wildly bouncing little balls, and an occasional glimpse of his wrinkled cockhead as it flapped between his legs.
They stumbled into the living room, laughing and gasping, and Angela managed to point out the bathroom before she collapsed into a chair. To her delight, the red-haired boy brought a bath towel into the living room and dried off in front of her, chatting animatedly all the while.
"Golly, Mrs. Gordon, I sure appreciate this!" he exclaimed. "I mean, letting me use your beach and all! It sure beats swimming at the camp, with ol' Vaughn yelling all the time and telling everybody how to do everything. He can't just let a guy swim and enjoy himself, he has to act like we're all training for the Olympics or something!"
"It must be a drag, all right!" laughed Angela. "But I bet you're hungry after that swim and the run we had. Would you like some milk and cookies?"
"Oh, wow, yeah!" cried Rusty. He was starved, and it was three hours before dinner at the camp.
Angela brought out a tray and set it on the coffee table, and she and Rusty took places side by side on the couch and dug in. He hadn't bothered to dress yet but had only wrapped the towel around himself, more interested in eating than in putting on his clothes. He smelled fresh and clean, and Angela was sure that his slightly tanned skin was silky and firm to the touch. She wanted to reach out and caress him, but feared to alarm him.
"Well, Rusty," she said casually, "tell me about yourself. What is your life like in Los Angeles?"
Rusty frowned and said between mouthfuls of cookie, "Well, I guess you could say I'm well off. I mean, my Dad makes lots of money, and we live in a real big house and all that. But it's kind of boring, too. My Dad's an importer, Oriental stuff, and he has to travel a lot, so I don't see him much. And my mother's not there. She and Dad got divorced a couple of years ago, and she married another guy who doesn't like kids, so I stayed with my Dad. I don't think he's exactly wild about having me, either, but he's awful generous. I mean, I have my own color TV and a big room and a swell bike, and there's a housekeeper to take care of me when Dad's gone. I just get lonely, that's all."
Rusty sighed, and Angela was ready to express her sympathy for him, but he continued, "Anyhow, the housekeeper has her vacation in the summer, and Dad can't be around much to take care of me, so he always sends me to camp. And, man, this is the lousiest camp I ever got sent to! The counselors are really mean, like they hated kids or something, and most of the kids are pretty fouled up. A lot of 'em got sent here because their parents couldn't control 'em, and I can see why! I get beat up about twice a day." He sighed again, then brightened. "I've got one good friend, though, Tom Everly. He's a really nice kid. I just wish he could be here now. I think you'd like him, Mrs. Gordon."
Angela smiled and said gently, "I'm sure I would, Rusty. You're welcome to bring your friend here any time."
The boy smiled delightedly. "Oh, wow, Mrs. Gordon, that would be terrific! I'll bring Tom when I come tomorrow! Thanks a lot!"
"That's quite all right, Rusty," replied Angela. She was glad to please the lonely boy, but sorry that they would not be alone together anymore The presence of the other boy must surely put an end to her plans for painting Rusty in the nude. Ii she wanted to study him privately, it was now or never!
"Listen, Rusty," she said, trying to keep her voice calm and business-like, "we've been so busy today, we haven't got around to your portrait Would you mind posing a while before you go?"
"Oh, of course not, Mrs. Gordon!" the boy said politely. "I'm sorry-I guess I've just been doing what I wanted to do, and I forgot all about the picture."
"Well, we'll get to it now. You can stand on the towel, right here, where the light is good. I'll set up my easel."
While Angela got her equipment ready, Rusty had one more cookie, then obligingly dropped the towel and stood on it, completely unself-conscious in his nakedness. Angela sat behind her easel, took up a pencil, and began to complete her preliminary sketch. She found herself hurrying through the outline of his head, torso, and limbs, then slowing down when it came time to sketch his genitals. She licked her lips in fascinated study, making a careful drawing of his limp little cock and small sagging balls. The urge to touch them was by now almost more than she could resist, and she began to think up excuses for doing so. The boy was so innocent, so trusting, that she knew she could manage it if she just went about it in the right way.
"Rusty," she said hesitantly, "I'm almost finished with this outline now, there's just a few details I have to study more closely. Step over here next to me, will you, please?"
The boy obeyed, and Angela made a pretense of squinting studiously at his face for a few moments, adding some lines to her drawing, and then took a closer look at his shoulders. Her heart was pounding, and she felt the familiar swelling and moistening of her cunt and labia as she thought of her bold intent, the close study of his penis and testicles which was to come next. She made a few pencil strokes on the canvas, then lowered her eyes to concentrate on his genitals. A deep, slow flush spread over her whole body as she stared at his small limp cock, bending closer to it than she ever had before. The fat little organ nestled sleepily against his flushed, limp balls, soft, warm, and utterly innocent. Angela swallowed hard, then gave way to an overpowering urge.
Quickly, before the boy had time to react, she reached out and curled her fingers around his cock. Her heart pounded faster than ever as she felt the loose silky skin, pumped the small prick slightly, and felt the outer flesh ripple yieldingly beneath her eager fingers. It was sweet and pleasant to fondle, this boyish, flacid penis, and she wanted to go on exploring and playing with it.
"My, what a nice cock you have, Rusty," she said dizzily.
Rusty swallowed hard. He liked Mrs. Gordon very much, and he wanted to stay friends with her and continue to enjoy her beach and cabin, but it was a very strange thing she was doing right now! He couldn't understand how her painting required her to handle his cock. Still, it felt kind of nice, and he saw no reason to object.
"Uh, thanks, Mrs. Gordon," he stuttered. "I always thought it was kind of small, though."
Angela laughed huskily. "Men! Always worrying about the size of their cocks! But, really, Rusty, I don't think you have anything to worry about! Your cock seems quite big to me. But let me check closer." Her heart beating wildly, her body flushing redder than ever, Angela slipped from her stool and knelt before the boy, so close that he felt her warm breath tickling his belly. She reached gently between his legs and cupped his balls in the palm of one hand, while with the other she took his cock between thumb and forefinger and held it up for inspection.
"My goodness, no!" she exclaimed pleasantly "You needn't be concerned! Your parts are very big and healthy!"
In fact Angela hadn't the slightest idea what she was saying, having seen only one set of male genitals, George's, in her whole life. She only wanted to set the boy at ease, to make interesting chatter, so she could go on touching him. She loved the gentle, warm weight of his little balls in the nest of her palm, and she delighted to stroke and ripple his silky, plump penis with her fingers. If she could make it pleasant for Rusty, too, he might let her go on doing it for a long time....
"Tell me, Rusty," she cooed, "does it feel nice when I do this?"
As she spoke, Angela gave the boy's testicles a gentle, squeezing massage, and to Rusty it was the most pleasant physical sensation he'd ever had in his life, sending a kind of warm excitement radiating through his loins.
"Ohhhh, yes, Mrs. Gordon," he breathed.
"That's nice," said Angela. "What about this?"
Without discontinuing her delicate but exciting massage of his young balls, Angela used her free hand to tweak the wrinkled white foreskin of his small cock between thumb and index finger, and then began working it back in short, tender strokes. She was so careful, she didn't hurt Rusty at all. On the contrary, it felt good, a gentle teasing of his prepuce that made him close his eyes to concentrate on the nice sensations she was giving him.
"Well, Rusty," Angela repeated in a husky purr, "what about it? Do you like it?"
"Oh, golly, yes!" the boy sighed.
Now there could be no conceivable excuse for what the older woman was doing to him. When she'd just been holding his cock and balls and looking at them, it might have been explained as an artist's examination, a judgment of size and color. But how could it possibly help her painting to touch and play with him like this? Much as he enjoyed what Angela was doing to him, Rusty began to get a little nervous. Why was she doing it? What was her ultimate aim?
Angela could see the boy's growing uneasiness and knew she must do something about it. She was just on the point of making a very interesting discovery-what hidden parts lay beneath his loose, pointed foreskin. She remembered all too well her husband George, who was circumcised and whose cockhead consisted of a huge, sticky, purplish bulb that repelled her. Surely the pure little boy Rusty could not look like that? She was dying to know. But she forced herself to slow her movements and take time to calm the boy. She gave a little more sweet pressure to her heady massage of his balls and at the same time curled her warm, soft hand around his fat little cock and gave it a delicious pumping that made Rusty sigh and wriggle.
"Do you know why I'm doing this, Rusty?" she asked softly.
"Well, no," he replied nervously. "I was kinda wondering...."
"To make you feel nice," Angela told him. "And it does feel nice, doesn't it?" Rusty, who had closed his eyes again for greater enjoyment of her touch, nodded. "I like you, Rusty," Angela went on in a purring, soothing voice, "and I want to do nice things for you. There is no harm in friends doing nice things for each other. Just relax and enjoy it." As she talked, Angela went on petting the boy's perfect little prick and balls, playing delicately and expertly with them and making him more excited and absorbed with every second. It was the first time she'd ever been thankful that George had taught her all those things, forced her to practice all the ways of pleasing a man by playing with his genitals. Back then, she'd never dreamed such techniques would ever bring her pleasure. But though it had revolted her to use them on George, a brutish, coarse adult, it somehow delighted her to do the same things to the innocent, virgin Rusty.
As she continued her enticing touches on his fresh, unspoiled parts, Angela also kept talking to him in the same calming tone. "Do you know what your cock and balls are for, Rusty?" she asked.
The bo^ swallowed hard, finding it difficult to think or speak clearly when all those great sensations were rippling and tingling through his belly. "Well," he replied, still with his eyes closed, "besides using my cock to piss with, I guess it all has something to do with making babies. I'm not too clear about it."
"But that's correct, Rusty," affirmed Angela, "that's what they're for. Your balls collect all the seed for making the baby, and then it squirts out through your cock at the right time-that's called 'cumming'. But you don't have to use them just for that purpose alone. You can simply have fun with them, if you want, like right now. Your cock and balls can give you all kinds of beautiful feelings, if you know how to use them."
"I guess I don't know how," answered Rusty, wriggling delightedly under her expert touch, "but you sure do, Mrs. Gordon!"
Angela laughed. "I'm very glad you're enjoying it, Rusty! But this isn't all I can do, not by any means. I can show you something much nicer. Would you like me to do that?"
"Oh, wow, yes!" sighed Rusty. The boy had accepted her explanation for playing with him and now trusted her completely. Mrs. Gordon seemed like a very nice lady to him, and he was happy to go along with her games.
CHAPTER THREE
"All right, Rusty," said Angela, "but it may take a while. Perhaps you'd be more comfortable if you braced yourself on my shoulders."
Obediently the young boy put his hands on her shoulders, bringing his lower body closer to her admiring eyes, the flat tightness of his belly, the button of his navel, and the parts she craved most, his sweet limp cock and rosy balls. Angela was very excited. The boy was completely cooperative and willing now, and no one could say that she'd forced him; she was at liberty to explore and play with him all she wanted. First she gave his soft, drooping balls a mischievous tickle, causing Rusty to gasp with pleasure. Then with thumb and forefinger she began again to ease back the wrinkled, silky prepuce of his small cock, till soon she could see the very tip of the sheathed glans. Burning with curiosity to see the rest of it, she worked as fast and vigorously as she could without hurting the boy, and was soon rewarded by getting his foreskin all the way back, bunched and retracted, to expose the entire glans.
Angela was delighted at the sight. This was nothing at all like the gross and repulsive cockhead of the adult male! Rusty's virgin glans was cherry red, dainty, fresh. Its delicate cleft and tiny hole seemed utterly pure and untouched to her, and it gleamed with clear moisture and had a fresh, slightly salty fragrance that excited her strangely. Her mouth began to water, and she realized, abruptly, that what she wanted was to stick out her tongue and taste the charming red flesh of the boy's cockhead.
Angela was surprised and a little shocked at her own urges. Of all the sexual humiliations George had put her through, the one she hated most was bringing him off with her mouth, being forced to lick and suck and tongue his enormous strong-smelling prick, to swallow choking mouthfuls of his sticky sharp-tasting cum. The very idea nauseated her. But with this young boy it was entirely different. She felt no repulsion, but rather the opposite, a frantic and hungry urge to taste and lick him that made saliva pool in her mouth and caused her clit and cunt to throb with excitement. Well, why not? If he permitted the intimate exploration of her fingers, why shouldn't he allow the use of her tongue, too? It would just be doing the same things, but in a much more exciting way.
"Rusty," she cooed, "I'm going to do something different now. It may surprise you at first, but just relax and concentrate on how good it feels. I promise you, it will feel very good."
"Okay, Mrs. Gordon," Rusty answered timidly. He was ready enough for her to play with him in any way that felt nice, but he was a little awed and dazed at being introduced to all these undreamed-of pleasures at once. Mrs. Gordon seemed cool enough, like she knew exactly what she was doing and had done it often, but it was all new and breathtaking to him.
Angela's aroused cunt leaked steady streams of hot juices as she received Rusty's unknowing permission to use her tongue on his adorable little cock. She'd never felt so excited in her life. Now she rested the fat, limp little organ on the palm of one hand, saw it snuggle and subside there like a sleepy worm, and admired the gleaming, moist, bright red of the glans. Then, taking a steadying breath, she bent down toward her plump prize, flicked out her tongue, and gave one slow, delicious lick all around the base of the glans.
"Ahhhhh!" sighed Rusty. Christ, it felt good! He still had his eyes closed, didn't even know what she was doing, but he sure as hell wanted her to go on doing it!
Angela noticed the boy's obvious delight and felt free to continue her naughty but exciting work. Again and again she licked slowly, tantalizingly, all around his quivering red glans, marveling at the silky slickness of the flesh and deeply enjoying its delicate but unique flavor. The boy sighed and trembled with pleasure as she tongued him, his fingers unconsciously tightening their grip on her shoulders. Presently she had licked his glans shaft clean of all its virgin juices, and, making her tongue stiff and pointed, she snaked the tip into the tiny dark hole of his glans, seeking its nectar as well. The effect on Rusty was instant and dramatic.
"Ohhhh!" he moaned. "Ohhhh, man, that's outa sight!"
"Ummmm," replied Angela, expressing both agreement and pleasure. His salty taste was stronger down in that tiny hole, more exciting, and she greedily reamed it with her pointed tongue till she had eaten it all. Hungrily she looked around for a part of him she hadn't tasted and noticed again his sweet little balls, hanging limp and flushed so close to her exploring tongue. Bending lower, she opened her mouth and suddenly sucked in both his surprised testicles in one greedy slurp, then massaged them wetly, burningly, between tongue and palate. The outer skin was loose and slippery beneath her enfolding tongue, but she felt inside the two hard cores, two secret nuts, that rolled pleasantly in her mouth.
"Uhhhhh!" moaned Rusty. "Oh, Jesus, I never felt anything like this before, Mrs. Gordon!"
Angela had her mouth full and couldn't reply in words, but she acknowledged the compliment by sucking his little balls so vigorously and hotly that the boy nearly fainted with pleasure. Something else happened, too, something that surprised Rusty completely and which he didn't know how to explain: quite suddenly, as he was grooving to Angela's expert sucking of his balls, he felt them contract sharply, tingle, and then swell up so tight and fat that he thought they'd burst. And as if that wasn't crazy enough, his cock did the same thing! It started twitching wildly all of a sudden, then rippled with a buzzing sensation, and got hard as a rock. He took a quick peek down at it and was amazed to see it standing straight up, the skin stretched tight and blue-veined over its new plumpness. It had gotten accidentally hard a few times before, but never so big and bursting as this! Rusty didn't know what to think about it all.
Angela, happily sucking away, suddenly felt her mouth crowded and filled by the abrupt swelling of the boy's testicles. She opened her eyes in surprise and saw his small, limp cock suddenly twitch, ripple, and spring up stiff and engorged, pointing towards the ceiling. Well, that question was answered, at least: a boy Rusty's age could get a hard-on!
Angela felt a little embarrassed about having aroused him to such an extent, and she blushed and let his balls pop wetly out of her mouth.
"My goodness, Rusty!" she said and giggled. "I seem to have given you an erection! I didn't expect that!"
The boy caught the note of confusion and surprise in her voice, but he didn't understand their cause. "What does it mean, Mrs. Gordon?" he asked wonderingly. "What's an erection for?"
Angela sighed in amusement at the boy's complete innocence. "Well, Rusty, when a boy gets an erection, or a hard-on, it means he's sexually aroused and wants to cum."
"You told me about cumming," Rusty answered puzzledly, "about squirting stuff out of my cock, but I don't really understand what it means. Is it any fun?"
Angela giggled again. This kid had a whole world of things to learn! "Oh, my, yes!" she replied. "It's fun, all right! It's about the most fun there is!"
"Really?" Rusty exclaimed eagerly. "Then I'd sure like to try it! Can you tell me how to make it happen?"
"Not only that," Angela replied mischievously, "I can make it happen to you! Would you like me to do that now, Rusty? Should I make you cum?"
"Oh, yeah!" said Rusty. "Do it, please, Mrs. Gordon!"
"Very well, Rusty."
Angela was so excited she could hardly breathe. He'd given her permission to bring him off, was even eager for it, but there remained the delightful choice of methods. What would be the most fun for them both? Obviously the boy had never had an orgasm before, and she wanted to make the first time completely wonderful for him. Briefly she thought of slipping off her panties and letting him fuck her-and her starved, creaming cunt responded violently to the idea, shooting out another flood of juices and making rhythmical contractions of acceptance. But, no, that would just be selfish. She couldn't give him a whole sex education in one afternoon, probably bewildering and frightening him.
Another way would be to pump him to climax with her hand, and it might be fun to watch his first seed spurt into the air from the stimulation of her touch. But that would be no better than jerking off, he might as well do it himself. Angela thought of a third method for making the boy cum, and her mouth again filled abruptly with eager saliva. Yes! It was wicked, it wasn't natural, and it had always repelled her before to do it or even think of it, but right now she wanted it more than anything in the world. She wanted to take Rusty's fat, stiff little cock in her mouth and suck him till he fed her his first cum!
Rusty waited impatiently for Mrs. Gordon to keep her promise. He had no idea what it would feel like to cum, or what it was for, or how she would bring it about, but if it was as great as she said, he wanted her to do it right away! He wondered what she was waiting for. He opened his eyes and saw the plump, graying woman kneeling before him as if undecided.
"What's the matter, Mrs. Gordon?" he asked in concern. "Aren't you going to make me cum?"
Angela started. She'd forgotten that all her decision-making was keeping the boy in suspense. "Oh, yes, Rusty," she replied hastily, blushing a little, "I'll do it, don't worry! I was just trying to decide how I should do it."
"Golly," cried Rusty, "Don't you know how?" He'd thought she knew everything!
Angela laughed again at his innocence. "Oh, yes! But there are so many ways to do it! And they're all fun. It isn't an easy choice. But I think I've made up my mind now. Just close your eyes again, lean on me, and I'll do it to you now."
"Great!" Rusty sighed in relief.
He obeyed her orders and waited. Another couple of seconds passed, and then suddenly he gasped with surprise and pleasure as Angela abruptly sucked his cock all the way into her hot, wet mouth....
After giving Rusty his instructions, Angela had allowed herself one more long look at the pretty red glans of his cock. Then, her heart pounding with excitement, she fastened her hungry lips around the tender, moist flesh and swiftly sucked his cock inside the waiting cavern of her mouth, instantly delighting in the invading pressure. It was small, all right, and even in its new fatness it didn't take up much room, so she snuggled it tightly and hotly between her big tongue and the slick, hard roof of her mouth, creating a juicy, close-clinging nest where it could burrow and probe. Someday Rusty's magnificent, hard little prick would thrust its way into the similar snug, wet tightness of a girl's vagina, but right now Angela was giving him the best substitute there was, something more suited to his immature size. She began to suck his stiff, wriggling rod like a baby sucks a nipple, vigorously, greedily, fast. It was very pleasant, tempting her to increase her speed and pressure, and in a short time she was sucking so noisily and rapidly that his hard little cock was thrusting in and out as if he were jabbing it himself in eager rutting. Then Angela fumbled briefly between his legs and found his fat hot balls, squeezing and pumping them in time to the loud slurping and swishing of her tongue.
Rusty meanwhile experienced such intense and undreamed-of pleasure that he almost wanted to cry with joy. As it was, he couldn't help digging his nails into Mrs. Gordon's shoulders and clinging for dear life, because otherwise he would fall, she was tugging his cock so hard and fast and making him so deliciously dizzy. He couldn't help his noises, either, sharp little squeals and moans and shrieks of delight. When she began playing with his balls, too, pumping them so pleasantly in her warm, soft hands, it was almost too much for him. He yelped loudly with pleasure and obeyed the instinctive urge to start jerking his hips in time to her powerful sucking, feeding his excited cock in and out of her mouth and quivering to the heady friction of her palate and tongue.
"Ohhhhh!" he moaned dazedly. "Jeeze, this is great! Oh, oh, keep doing it, Mrs. Gordon, ahhhh!"
He felt as if she were sucking something out of him, from deep in his belly, drawing out wave after wave of intense, thrilling pleasure, and sucking still harder and faster to draw out more. Her vigorous suction was pulling his stretched-out cock far into her hot, wet mouth now, deeper and deeper, and he eagerly pumped his hips to help her, to probe and dig as far as he could into the delicious juicy nest created by her pressing, curling tongue. He felt like he was rising off the ground now, weightless and flying, headed swiftly toward some unknown but wonderful destination.
As Angela joyfully continued her swift, hard sucking of Rusty's cock, she sensed the boy's rapidly mounting excitement in the way he clung to her shoulders and jerked his slim hips and began a steady moaning and panting. It wouldn't be long now till she gave him his first orgasm! Never had she looked forward to anything so much as the moment when he'd squeal with surprised joy and squirt out his first seed into her greedy mouth. It would be all hers, every drop, and she wouldn't stop milking him, wouldn't release him, until she'd eaten it all! Angela gurgled eagerly, deep in her throat, as she thought of making him cum just for her. She gave him an extra hard suck, almost pulling him off his feet.
He didn't know what hit him, he just knew the beautiful squirting sensation at the very tip of his hotly buried cock, and then he was jerking his hips like mad and pumping long streams of creamy stuff into Mrs. Gordon's greedily sucking mouth. It felt so great, he almost passed out.
Angela moaned excitedly as the first hot little squirt of cum sizzled and splattered on the back of her throat, then used her mouth to pump the boy exquisitely, forcing hard-spurting jets of seed out of his frantically hammering cock. She gobbled it all, swallowing eagerly, sighing for more. Its taste was delicate, pleasant, so unlike George's rank, thick cum. Angela thought she could never get enough of it, and she gave a deep sigh of frustration as she sucked the little prick dry and empty.
Rusty sank forward, exhausted, and Angela held him quietly for a few minutes while he caught his breath. She didn't have to ask how he felt or whether he'd enjoyed what she'd done-it was quite obvious that he'd experienced the most overwhelming joy of his life. At last, however, she glanced at the clock and saw that it was nearly five, time for Rusty to get back to the camp so as not to be missed at dinner.
"Oh, wow!" exclaimed Rusty when she told him the time. "I forgot all about it! I better split!"
He hurried into his clothes, then raced to the door, pausing only to flash Angela a quick grin and say, "See you tomorrow, Mrs. Gordon! Thanks a lot!" Then he was gone.
Angela watched out the window until his slim, graceful body and flying red hair were lost to view. She sighed then and went to lie down on her bed, physically and emotionally worn out by the outlandish events of the day. She hardly knew what to feel or think about it all. There was the exhilaration and lingering pleasure of her sexual play with Rusty, but there was also a numb sense of shock and bewilderment at herself. Not only had she experienced sexual desire for a male, for the first time in her life, she had done a completely unthinkable thing, seducing a small boy, engaging in oral sex with him, giving him his first orgasm. It all seemed unreal, like something a nymphomaniac or a pervert would do, not conceivable for a person of her age, strict beliefs, and respectable social position. She completely failed to understand why she'd acted as she did.
Perhaps worst of all, however, was that in spite of her wild pleasure in sucking the boy off, she'd had no orgasm herself and was still burning and aching with horniness, a need more intense that she'd ever known. Well, at least now she knew what to do about it! There was no time to feel ashamed or try to control herself-she just had to cum! Sighing deeply and helplessly, Angela wrenched down the zipper of her jeans, fumbled between her legs, into the hot, soaked crotch of her panties, and thrust her middle finger roughly up the steaming, juicy hole of her vagina.
"Ahhhhh!" she sighed. It felt so good....
Again she pretended that her stiff probing finger was Rusty's sweet little cock, nosing swiftly and deliciously up the slick, hot length of her cunt, then roughly and impatiently stabbing her with increasingly powerful jolts of pleasure. In her state of arousal, and with all the time she'd had to wait for release, it didn't take long. Soon she was bucking her wide hips so hard that the bed creaked and bounced, and her huge sagging tits were flopping and noisly slapping her chest. Her plunging finger made lewd squishing noises in the wetness of her cunt, and her cries of pleasure became animal shrieks and grunts.
"Eeeeeee!" she squealed madly. "Uh, uh, uh, UHHHHH!"
She felt the blinding blast of orgasm in her violently squeezing cunt and howled loudly and abandonedly as her body convulsed in a desperately needed cum. She spread her plump white legs grotesquely wide, to increase the rough penetration of her pumping finger, till at last her spasms faded away and she fell back limp and relieved on the bed.
Tomorrow, she thought dizzily, Rusty would come back and bring his friend. Their little games were ended, unless she could think of some way to get him alone with her again. But she was too exhausted to think about that now. The air of the closed bedroom was steamy and fruity with the smells of female excitement and arousal, and it was warm, almost suffocating, even when she threw off her clothes. She felt very drowsy....
CHAPTER FOUR
Angela woke with a start to find herself naked and shivering in the cold of the mountain dawn. She'd really passed out, sleeping through dinner time and the whole night! But it was another day now, and later Rusty would be here. She gave a sigh of regret as she remembered that he was to bring his buddy Tom. But her conscience told her that it was for the best-inhibited by Tom's presence, she wouldn't be tempted to seduce Rusty again or to corrupt him any more than she already had. She longed more than anything in the world to have Rusty alone again, to play blissfully and leisurely with his beautiful young body. But that was selfish. She must keep her hands off that innocent boy, leave him to a normal sexual development. Yes, the addition of Tom to their group was probably the best thing that could have happened.
Rusty appeared at the usual time that afternoon, accompanied by a brown-haired boy about his own age and by an enormous black and white St.
Bernard dog. Sitting at her easel on the hillside, Angela saw them running along the beach toward her property, and soon boys and dog stood before her.
"Hi, Mrs. Gordon!" chirped Rusty. "This is my friend Tom and his dog Rex."
"How do you do, Tom?" replied Angela. To her first inspection, the new boy seemed pleasant enough. He was eleven, a little taller and tanner than Rusty, with very curly golden brown hair and lively brown eyes. The dog she attempted to ignore: she had never cared much for dogs. She was wondering, however, what Rusty had told his friend about her, and she blushed to imagine that he might have told him everything, including yesterday's wild sex play.
But Tom seemed quite innocent. "It sure is swell of you to let us use your beach, Mrs. Gordon," he said. "It's a lot better than fighting all the other guys for space and getting yelled at by Mr. Vaughn."
"That's quite all right," smiled Angela. "You boys just go ahead and enjoy your swim."
Angela pretended to be concentrating on her oil painting of the lake, but she kept sneaking glances at the two boys as they undressed. Tom was just as unembarrassed and innocent as Rusty when it came to nudity, pulling off his clothes in front of Angela, who was practically a stranger to him. Her brief glimpse of his genitals showed that they were about the same size as Rusty's, and just as white, hairless and pure-looking as his also.
"Let's go!" whooped Rusty, and the two boys raced across the beach towards the water, small limp pricks flapping and bouncing, little reddish balls bumping and swaying between their legs. Angela forgot her painting entirely as she watched them running. She licked her lips and thought longingly of how nice it would be to inspect and fondle the adorable little pricks and balls of both boys at once.
Then she came to her senses again, with a start. My God, what had she been thinking? It was bad enough, having seduced and sucked off one little boy-now she was contemplating doing it with two kids at the same time! What a dirty old woman I'm getting to be, she told herself. She made every effort now to stick to her painting, but it was hard not to notice the noisy play of the two young boys in the water. They were near the shore now, in water to their knees, chasing and splashing each other, and the big dog, Rex, had joined in their fun, romping beside them and barking loudly.
The day was very hot, and even in her shorts and sleeveless cotton blouse, Angela was beginning to sweat. She envied the boys for being in the cool lake. She could join them, she supposed, but it would mean climbing the steep hill to the cabin to get her bathing suit, simply too much effort. She gave up trying to paint under the sun's hot glare, and instead she watched Tom and Rusty and Rex playing their water games. How she longed to touch those handsome, cool little bodies, to fondle and explore them!
"How's the water, boys?" she called wistfully.
"Oh, great, Mrs. Gordon!" yelled Rusty. "You oughta come in, too, and cool off!"
"I'd love to," she laughed, "but I don't have a suit!"
"Oh, we don't care about that, do we, Tom?" cried Rusty. "If we don't need one, Mrs. Gordon doesn't, either."
"Heck, no," agreed Tom. "Come on in, Mrs. Gordon!"
Angela flushed with temptation. They were inviting her-how could it be wrong? She felt some hesitation about appearing naked before Tom and Rusty, her big, flabby body in sharp contrast to their youthful slimness, and she realized how odd and suspicious it would look to anyone passing by. But so few people ever came this way. And the important thing was the boys' attitude: if they weren't upset or put off by the idea, then there could be no harm in it. Sweat trickled down her back, and she studied again the cool blue water, the enticing figures of the naked boys-and abruptly she rose from her stool and began taking off her clothes, her heart pounding with excitement.
Angela only smiled nervously as she removed her bra and began to step out of her panties. The two boys meanwhile tried to look nonchalant, swimming around lazily near the shore, so as not to show the friendly older woman how really excited they were. Neither had ever seen a woman undressed, and they were dying of curiosity.
Angela set aside the last garment and walked quickly toward the water, too nervous to look the boys in the eye. She was sure that her mature, voluptuous body must be a spectacular sight to them. Reaching the lake, she waded quickly to deep water and swam out fast towards the center of the lake, blushing darkly, so excited that she hardly felt the chill.
Rusty and Tom stared after her, goggle-eyed. They'd had only a brief glimpse before she plunged into the water and swam away, but that was enough to astonish and fascinate them. They'd known, of course, that girls are built differently from boys, but they sure as hell hadn't realized how big the difference was! They knew women had breasts, of course, but they hadn't dreamed any female could have a pair of jugs as huge as Mrs. Gordon's, great swollen white melons that bounced and swayed as she walked, the nipples brown and long and erect. They knew, too, that women had no cock or balls, but they hadn't been prepared for the sight of Angela's big dark mat of pussy fur that seemed to cover the whole lower half of her belly. It was spectacular, all right, and they were dying for another view, a chance to study her at leisure.
Exchanging a brief glance of wonder, they swam after her. Out in the middle of the lake, safely covered by the water, Angela felt more at ease, and they had several swimming races, which she easily won with her superior strength. But it was tiring, too, and now Angela had to head for shallow water so she could rest. The boys swam right along beside her, breathlessly awaiting the moment when she'd stand up and give them another view of her curious female body.
"Oh, my, I'm exhausted!" exclaimed Angela as she reached waist-high water and stopped to rest. She was aware that both boys were gawking at her big white tits as if she were a Martian, but there wasn't much she could do about it. It was funny, in fact, the way they couldn't stop staring; she felt like teasing them.
"Why, goodness, boys!" she said and laughed. "Haven't you ever seen a woman's breasts before? I think your eyes will pop out if you don't be careful!"
Both boys blushed deep red but still couldn't look anywhere else but at her mountainous, heavily floating tits. "Uh ... no, ma'am," muttered Rusty, "I, uh, guess not."
Beneath the clear surface of the water he could also see the enormous dark patch of her pubic hair, curly and waving. Angela in turn watched beneath the water and saw the boys' pale little cocks bobbing and floating, completely unresisting to the current. She knew it was no use now trying to check her desires-somehow she'd end up touching those chubby little pricks. The only thing left was to devise some excuse for doing so. She glanced at the pop-eyed, open-mouthed boys, standing fascinated only a few feet away from her, and she got an idea.
"Well," she said and chuckled, "since you're so set on staring at them, maybe you'd like to touch them, too! Go ahead, I don't mind."
Rusty flashed her a look of delighted disbelief. "Oh, wow, Mrs. Gordon! You really mean it?"
"I wouldn't have said so if I didn't," she laughed.
"Groovy!" muttered Rusty.
He stepped closer to her, reached out very timidly, and laid his cold little hand on one of Angela's huge sagging breasts, feeling and petting it shyly. Tom could hardly wait to follow suit. He hurried over and began touching the other tit, finding it very soft and smooth and pleasant to rub. The boys' small brown hands were dwarfed by the older woman's mammoth breasts, and even their fingers were thinner than her big brown nipples which stood erect and tingling with the chill of the water. First Rusty, then Tom, gently nudged and rubbed a nipple, and it felt bumpy and hard, not like the silky blue-veined skin of her breasts.
Angela was getting aroused, faster and more deeply than ever before. The very idea of letting two small boys play with her tits was enough to make her wildly horny, but in addition their gentle, timid caresses make her shiver with sensual pleasure. As they began to finger and rub her nipples, her cunt gave a sharp contraction and spurted out a load of hot cream that stained the water between her legs. But Rusty and Tom didn't notice that-they were too busy exploring her tits. She smiled to herself as she listened to their rapid, excited breathing and watched the wondering, hesitant way they touched her.
"Golly," Tom sighed at last, "they sure are something! I didn't realize they could get so big!"
"Me, either!" agreed Rusty. "They sure are soft, too." He sighed and ran his hands all over her left breast, ending with a feathery rubbing of her nipple that nearly made Angela gasp aloud with pleasure.
Tom, meanwhile, was staring beneath the water at the awesome extent of her snatch. He swallowed hard, licked his lips in fascination, and finally asked hesitantly, "Uh, Mrs. Gordon, would you mind if we, uh, touched you there, too?" His wide-eyed stare told her what place he meant.
Angela was so excited she could hardly keep her voice calm and soothing. "Why, of course not, Tom! You can both touch me anywhere you like."
To make it easier for them to touch her, the smiling Angela waded into shallower water, till she was covered only to her knees. The boys followed and watched in complete absorption as her big dark-haired mons emerged from the water, dripping and curling tightly before their eyes.
Angela watched, too, in equal fascination, as thenlittle pricks were uncovered, drooping and dripping like tiny faucets. She wanted to reach out and tweak them playfully, but decided she'd better go slow and not alarm the boys.
She closed her eyes now, enjoying the warming rays of the sun, and waited eagerly for Rusty and Tom to begin exploring her pussy fur. She didn't have to wait long. Emboldened by her calm, friendly permission, the two boys waded right up to her and began petting her there, finding the curls unexpectedly soft and delicate. A little pressure of their small hands discovered the plump, pouting mons beneath, and the fleshy lips concealed by the forest of her snatch.
"Jeeze," Tom said wonderingly, "what's it all for? How come grown-ups get hair on their bodies, anyway?"
"A good question," said Angela. "I don't think anyone really knows, although some scientiest think it helped primitive people attract the opposite sex." She kept her eyes closed, hoping the boys would want to explore her body further.
She felt a shiver of delight as small, searching hands began to roam softly over her body, touching her breasts again, her belly, and her enormous, fat, white buttocks. Then Tom returned to the place that fascinated him most, the mat of brown fur on her lower belly. He was intensely curious. If women didn't have cocks, how could they piss? There must be some kind of equipment between their legs. He found again the thick, fleshy lips of her mons and gently separated them, revealing a very strange thing, indeed-a fat red bump of flesh, moist and gleaming, that served no purpose he could imagine. He poked it timidly with his finger, and Angela sighed and shuddered.
"What is that thing, Mrs. Gordon?" Tom asked.
"It's called the clitoris," Angela replied. "Women like to be touched there very much."
"Yeah, but what's it for?"
Angela laughed. "Nothing, really, except to give pleasure."
Tom found this hard to understand, that a person could have an organ that did nothing but make them feel good. But he didn't stop to wonder about it very long. He was too anxious to explore Angela's strange, female parts. His small, curious fingers tickled and fumbled around between her legs, over the aroused, rapidly moistening folds of her vulva, until they reached the sharply recessed, humid mouth of her creaming cunt. Gingerly, Tom probed around the opening, then eased a finger inside. Angela shivered, then moaned....
Meanwhile, because Tom was so busy at Angela's front, Rusty moved behind her and began exploring there. He'd never seen an ass that large before, though he said nothing, for fear of offending her. Instead, he slowly eased apart the huge, white cheeks of her buttocks, till at last he glimpsed the brownish pucker of her anus. Burning with curiosity, he laid one small fingertip on the bumpy skin, pressed, and judged from Angela's sighing response that she enjoyed being touched there. Emboldened, Rusty circled the tight-lipped anal mouth with his fingertip, seeking entrance, but when he foUnd none, he began to work his finger very gently and slowly inside. Angela moaned again and responded by relaxing the anal sphincter, so that his exploring finger popped right in, sliding deliciously into the tight, slick tunnel of her anus....
Angela was in a frenzy of pleasure now, with two little fingers probing her most sensitive orifices, one in her cunt and one in her ass. The young boys didn't understand that they were giving her intense sexual arousal with their rhythmic, steady poking; they only sensed that she somehow enjoyed it, and they were absorbed in their exploration of her secret passages. But Angela couldn't hold still. She needed action, needed to do some touching and exploring herself....
"Ahhhh!" she said and sighed. "That feels so nice, boys! But now it's my turn to examine you. I want you to stand close together, in front of me."
Reluctantly the boys obeyed. It was only fair, of course, that she should have her turn, but they wondered when they would ever get another chance like this one, to make an unhindered and unhurried exploration of a grown, naked woman's body. Rusty and Tom stood "side by side before Angela, tanned, slim, and unspoiled. She licked her lips, wondering where to begin. Why not with the place she liked best?
Rusty and Tom gasped with pleasure as the eager woman suddenly darted out her hands and cupped their limp young balls, squeezing and palpitating them warmly, gently. Tom especially was surprised. He didn't know why she should want to play with him there, or why it should give him such a wonderful feeling, but he sure hoped she wouldn't rush it. Rusty wasn't so startled. He remembered yesterday's amazing and delightful play, and he hoped there'd be a repeat of that action. He just wondered what his friend was thinking. He hadn't dared tell Tom what Mrs. Gordon had done to him at her cabin, how she'd sucked on his cock like it was candy until he somehow exploded with pleasure and shot sticky cream into her mouth. He knew Tom wouldn't believe him, anyway, and he sensed that Mrs. Gordon didn't want him to tell. But now ... Maybe she'd do it to both of them! That would be great! Rusty shivered with happy anticipation as Angela gently and expertly kneaded and palmed his young balls.
Angela loved the warm snuggling of the boys' little testicles in her curling fingers, but all the time she toyed with them, she was hungrily eying their white, wobbling cocks. She could tell from the way the boys were sighing and trembling that they enjoyed what she was doing, but obviously they felt no sharp excitement yet, for their two little pricks were still quite flabby and drooping. Both were soft, white, and slightly wrinkled in their flaccid state, and both ended in that funny little point of skin that concealed the virgin, red glans That was the part she wanted most to touch and taste, the moist, hidden cockhead, with its cleft fruit and tiny dark hole. Now she could wait no longer. Giving their balls a final, breath-taking squeeze, she dropped them, letting them bounce and swing neglected, and curled her fingers around the two fat, soft pricks that drooped so temptingly before her. She squeezed them, pumped them, and bounced them mischievously in the hot palm of her hand.
"Such nice little cocks you have!" Angela purred. "Do you mind if I play with them for a while?"
"Oh, wow, no!" exclaimed Tom, before Rusty could even open his mouth. Both boys closed their eyes to concentrate on her sweet petting ano pumping of their pricks, but only Rusty knew that even better things might be coming after that. He was glad Tom was enjoying it all, and he felt he could relax now and just dig it. Then, when Mrs. Gordon took his foreskin firmly between thumb and index finger, he knew what was coming next, and he moaned gratefully....
Angela felt unbelievably privileged, to have two beautiful young boys at her disposal, entirely trusting and willing, two marvelous little cocks to play with. She could do whatever she wanted, the boys wouldn't object. She quivered with greedy power, then seized both wrinkled foreskins and began working them back as quickly as she could, with forceful tugs. Both boys gasped and nearly lost their balance as she swiftly and deftly worked the two foreskins completely back to expose the sensitive, red glans of their pricks.
"Lean on me!" she whispered, as the two boys reeled with heady pleasure. Instantly, blindly, they put out their hands and rested them on her shoulders.
Angela did continue, though not as long as Rusty wanted. Soon she had licked both small cocks clean of their flavors and was impatient to go on to something else. Panting with lewd excitement, she ordered huskily, "Turn around now, boys!"
With sighs of reluctance, they obeyed. It had been so great, the way she'd licked their cocks, and they were sorry it was over, too disappointed even to wonder what she'd do next. They waited gloomily, then suddenly gasped in chorus at a marvelous sensation they'd never even dreamed of before....
CHAPTER FIVE
As the boys turned in obedience to her command, Angela had admired their firm little asses, briefly squeezing and patting them, but that was just a pleasant preliminary to her main goal. Spreading both small pairs of buttocks with her long fingers, she gazed at twin pink, puckered anuses, unspoiled and untried holes that pouted temptingly before her feverish eyes. There was no way she could enjoy them both at once, but if she worked fast enough, neither boy would feel neglected. First she leaned close between Rusty's slightly spread legs, stuffed her hot, fat tongue forcefully into his asshole, and, before he could even finish his startled but delighted exclamation, she withdrew and stuffed Tom's anus in the same way. Back and forth she went, stuffing and unstuffing, darting sharp, hot stabs of pleasure into each boy in turn, wondering at the constricted tightness of both little tunnels, and their peculiar but not unpleasant taste. With each attack she worked her slick, long tongue farther inside, leaving both puckered mouths pleasantly bruised and flushed....
"Ah, Jesus!" cried Rusty. "Isn't this the greatest, Tom?"
"Man, yes!" squealed his friend. "Uh, uh, UHHHHH!"
As their asses were penetrated and tongue-fucked ever faster and harder, both boys felt powerful sensations jolting from anus to balls to cock, like a sharp electric current. First they felt their flapping balls tingle, stiffen, and suddenly swell to almost aching fullness, crowded and bulging now between their legs like a foreign presence. Then the tingling rippled on up the shafts of their young cocks, making the small, drooping organs twitch madly, fill, and straighten up in unfamiliar tightness. Rusty had a cock-stand even stiffer than yesterday, and Tom experienced the first hard-on of his life. Both boys felt their genitals throbbing and glowing, eager for action, though they hardly knew what kind of action they wanted.....
Angela saw it, too. As she squatted behind the boys, greedily reaming their tight, pungent assholes with her long, probing tongue, she felt their bodies quiver, heard their deep moaning, and then observed the sudden swelling of their rosy testicles. Reaching around on both sides, she felt two small cocks spring up hard, nudging stiffly into the palm of her hand. She laughed.
"Why, boys!" she exclaimed huskily. "I've given you both an erection! You must have liked what I was doing!"
"Oh, wow, yes!" sighed Tom. "But how come our balls and cocks got so stiff? What does it mean?"
"It means you're excited," purred Angela, "and that you need to cum-doesn't it, Rusty?"
"Yeah," the red-haired boy replied excitedly, "like yesterday! Oh, golly, Mrs. Gordon, it sure would be cool if you'd suck Tom's cock, like you did mine! I bet he'd really dig it!"
"I'm sure he would," said Angela, "but what about you, Rusty? Don't you want me to make you cum, too?"
"Oh, yeah," sighed Rusty, "but do Tom first! He's never cum before."
"That's very generous of you, Rusty," said Angela. "Tom is lucky to have a friend like you. Very well, I'll take Tom first."
She made the boys turn around again and saw that their small pricks were almost bursting with stiffness, the red glans swollen and oozing droplets of lubricating cream. She couldn't resist lapping it all up in hot, rough strokes of her tongue, before she spoke again. "Now, Tom," she said soothingly, "I'm going to suck you off. I did it to Rusty yesterday, and he enjoyed it very much. You'll understand when I start to do it, so I won't bother with any long explanations. Ready?"
"Well, I guess so," said Tom nervously. He didn't have the slightest idea what she and Rusty were talking about, and it sounded so important, it kind of scared him.
"Don't worry, Tom," his friend urged, "It's really great! She takes your cock in her mouth and sucks it, and it just blows your mind!"
"Okay," stuttered Tom, "if you say so, Rusty!"
To prevent further argument, Angela simply bent down, seized Tom's fat, pointing prick between her lips, and swiftly sucked it into her burning, wet mouth. She began to give him a vigorous, heady pumping between tongue and palate, a devastating attack of sensation that left him gasping and speechless. Oh, man, there had never been anything like this! He'd never dreamed such intense pleasure was possible! Groaning and closing his eyes, he leaned on Angela's shoulders and submitted himself to her completely, letting her tongue and suck and pump his willing cock in the squishing, hot nest of her mouth, hoping she'd never stop. Angela squatted happily before him, seizing the small, tight globes of his buttocks and pulling him closer to her, so she could get all of his adorable, stiff little cock into her hungry mouth, sucking it in hard till his hot, swollen balls slapped her chin.
"Uuuhhhh!" squealed Tom. "Yeah, yeah! This is outa sight!"
Angela sucked away happily, so aroused now that her excited cunt dripped a steady stream of juices into the water, and Tom continued to squeal and moan and quiver with pleasure as his virgin cock was pressed and squeezed in the burning tightness of her curling tongue and sucked-in cheeks. She seemed to be sucking the very life out of him, but he didn't care....
But two onlookers were not so joyful. Rusty was regretting deeply the fact that he'd let Tom go first, and he was afraid that after sucking and eating all Tom's cum, Mrs. Gordon would be too tired to take him on. His cock was so stiff and aching, he could hardly stand it, and he was ready to cry with frustration. How he longed to be in Tom's place, his eager little prick buried deep in the sucking furnace of Angela's mouth!
The dog Rex wasn't happy, either. When the boys had taken him along that afternoon, he'd looked forward to a happy romp in the water with Rusty and Tom, but they'd hardly played with him at all. They'd ignored him in favor of this big female he'd never seen before and who didn't seem to care about dogs. Alone and unnoticed, the big St. Bernard stood in the water and watched the scene with mournful brown eyes. He wished the woman would include him in the exciting play that was going on. He sniffed the air, and suddenly his ears pricked up with excitement. Dim memories came to him, something very exciting, some scent that reminded him of female dogs and the intense pleasure he'd experienced with them....
Tom's stiff, small cock was steadily oozing its creamy juices now, and Angela joyously swallowed them, using her skillful tongue and cheeks to pump out more. She could tell by the way Tom was starting to jerk his hips that he was close to his first cum, and as she imagined him shooting her hungry mouth full of his first, virgin seed, she groaned deep in her throat, and her aroused cunt contracted sharply and spat out a flood of juices. Angela wondered if Rusty was aroused by watching her suck off his friend, and she glanced up at him. To her dismay she saw that the boy was obviously unhappy and jealous. How stupid of her! With his own cock aching for action, with his memories of yesterday's marvelous release, how could he just stand and wait patiently while she satisfied another boy? She must help him. She spat out Tom's prick, leaving it to wag bewilderedly, and gasped.
"Rusty, there's room for you, too! Quick, stand very close to Tom, and I'll suck you both!"
"Oh, boy!" cried Rusty.
He squeezed up against his friend, and Angela held the two boys by their hips and pressed them even closer together, so that both delicious, red-tipped cocks were within the reach of her greedy mouth, rubbing stiffly together and pointing right at her. With a gurgle of excitement, she opened her mouth wide, clamped her feverish lips around the two impatient little rods, and sucked them both swiftly, hotly, into her mouth.
"Ahhhh!" sighed Rusty. "That's more like it! Isn't this wild, Tom?"
"Oh, man, yeah!" breathed his friend. "But what's this cumming thing?"
"It's when you shoot cream out of your cock," gasped Rusty, as Angela's forceful, red-hot sucking made him close his eyes and quiver with dizzying pleasure.
"But-ah, uh, ohhhh! You'll see!"
Angela felt like giggling at the incredible wickedness of what she was doing. Sucking off two small boys at once! She'd never dreamed she was capable of such lewdness, yet not only did she feel no repulsion or guilt, she was enjoying it intensely. She worked so fast and hard that her cheeks began to ache, knowing that a double load of boyish cum would be her sweet reward....
Meanwhile the big dog Rex hovered nearby, quivering with growing excitement. He steadily watched the three human beings, huddled so closely together, and sensed their wild pleasure, not only from their shrill, abandoned cries and the throaty gurgles of the woman, but from the odors that grew stronger and stronger in his nostrils, smells of human sexual arousal, smells of rutting. These things met a sharp instinctual response in the St. Bernard, making him prick up his ears, sniff vigorously, and stiffen excitedly. Yes, he understood what the strange scene was all about, but was there no place for him in it? All his powerful urge to mate was upon him now, yet there seemed no way to satisfy it.
The big dog howled mournfully, but no one paid him any attention. Rex padded quickly through the water, over to where the big woman squatted and the two boys leaned tensely on her shoulders, their eyes shut tight in sexual abandon, as she noisily sucked their cocks. Rex sniffed. The smells were much stronger here, all the rutting odors that so deeply excited him. Little of it emanated from the boys, and he was not much interested in them now. The sharpest, most compelling smells seemed to be coming from the woman. Rex sniffed again. Yes, all those exciting scents were coming from her, from between her legs. Rex stepped closer and saw a steady flow of cream dripping from some place between the woman's legs, creating a spreading stain in the water. This was what he sought. His tongue lolled out, and he began to drool. He felt an overpowering urge to lick and taste at the hidden source of that pungent cream, if only he could find it....
As Angela continued her slurping, squishing pressure on the boys' tingling cocks, Rusty felt that it was even better than yesterday, when she had sucked him off alone. There was added excitement and pleasure now, as his swift-thrusting little prick kept bumping and colliding against Tom's equally hard rod, as both probed and jabbed ever deeper into the hot, spongy recesses of Angela's squeezing mouth. Every jolt, against her palate, tongue, or cheek lining, or against the remarkable hardness of Tom's thundering cock, made Rusty moan with delight, and he could tell from the wild squeals and groans Tom was making that his friend was digging it just as much as he was. And then, oh, Jesus! Rusty nearly fainted with pleasure as he felt Angela's little finger suddenly worm its way deliriously into the tight hole of his anus, then begin a teasing, probing rhythm, working in deeper and deeper.
"Ohhhh! Christ!" shrieked Tom. "She's got her finger in my asshole! Jeeze, it's good! Is she doing it to you, too?"
"Yeah," whined Rusty, "too much!"
Angela smiled to herself at the boys' ecstatic exchange of notes. She liked the wriggling pressure of their tight, gripping assholes on her teasing fingers, but she had more than that in mind when she stuck her fingers in there! She was going to make the two boys cum like they'd never expected, make them feed her gallons of their delicious seed! That would be beautiful!
But there was another part of her that needed feeding, too. Much as she enjoyed sucking the sweet little pricks and fingering the tight little anuses of Tom and Rusty, it would certainly not be sufficient to make her cum, too. She knew the mind-blasting pleasure she'd experience when she finally brought them off and they squirted her throat full of their delicious cum, but even that, the thing she'd been working for all along, wouldn't be enough to give her a climax, a satisfaction of her own.
No, she needed something more, rough and expert probing of her creaming genitals, the satisfaction of all those aching, swollen parts that cried for friction. She needed her cunt stuffed and banged steadily, brutally, till she came. But there was no chance of that. She must be content to wait till later, after the boys had gone, when she could find swift release with her own fingers....
Rex could not restrain himself. Bending close behind the squatting female, he'd discovered the source of the exciting, pungent cream, a small, oozing hole between her legs, and it was here that he wanted to lick and lap and taste. Trembling with sexual arousal, the enormous dog snaked out his dripping, red tongue and flicked it tentatively all along the thick-swollen, hot folds of Angela's clit and labia. Yes, that was the taste he sought! Happily, vigorously, the big dog set to work, licking and tasting every fold and crevice of her deep pink slit, his tongue stiff, rough, and wet....
"Ummmmmm! UUUUGGGGHHHH!" Her mouth stuffed with the boys' wildly plunging cocks, Angela could only make inarticulate noises deep in her throat as the unexpected and exquisite sensations began to wave over her, unbelievably sharp and stunning pleasure radiating from her creaming slit. She couldn't imagine what was causing it-perhaps the lapping of the water-but it was just what she so desperately needed, the sweet, prolonged massaging and probing of her swollen clit, her puffed, hot labia, and the starved, gasping mouth of her cunt. It was a delicious, hot, rough licking that made her vagina spurt floods of juices and caused her to pump her hips for more friction. Oh, my God, it was good ...!
Suddenly she felt something she recognized all too well, a moist, cold, bumpy hardness against the contracting mouth of her anus. A dog's nose! Oh, good God, no! It had to be that dog of Tom's, that big shaggy brute! Angela moaned with disgust and nausea. The awful creature was behind her, licking her cunt! In her first shock, she stopped sucking the wildly excited boys and began to spit out their cocks, thinking only of punishing the dog.
"Oh, don't stop, Mrs. Gordon!" wailed Rusty. "Please, I'm just about to cum!"
"Please, Mrs. Gordon!" Tom cried, equally frantic. "Don't stop now! I just couldn't take it!"
Angela thought quickly: it would be cruel and unfair to abandon the boys now, when she'd worked them up almost to orgasm. And she would lose her reward, too, those lovely gulps and swallows of salty young cum. Were they to be cheated of all this pleasure by that damned dog? No, she wouldn't allow it! She'd just ignore the beast and deal with him later! Angela began again her swift, hard sucking of the boys' pricks, and they responded with happy groans and rapid jerks of their hips.
She knew that both boys would shoot their wads in a matter of seconds now, and she was tremendously excited. Yet she couldn't ignore what the dog was doing to her. Apparently loving the taste of her steadily spurting cunt juices, the St. Bernard was licking away more rapidly than ever, and, although Angela resisted the idea as much as she could, the sensation was definitely pleasurable. Never had she felt anything so sweet, so powerfully exciting, as the swift, rough licking of the animal's enormous, drooling tongue. She began to moan steadily, lifting her hips and spreading her legs so the dog could get at her more easily. Even as she did so, the dog responded with an excited howl and snaked his huge long tongue the whole length of her slick vagina, eagerly seeking more of the creamy fluid that aroused him.
"UUUUHHHHH!" groaned Angela. The swift, hot penetration of the St. Bernard's tongue was the most exquisite pleasure she'd ever known, and as the big dog worked his tongue steadily, hungrily, in the depths of her cunt, she exploded into a blinding orgasm that shook and rattled her whole body. She gulped and sucked frantically at the two stiff, jabbing little cocks that filled her mouth, and the violent action brought off both boys at once. She gurgled ecstatically as she felt the hot jets of sperm beginning to flood her throat, and she swallowed blissfully, all the while writhing and twisting around the delightful impalement of Rex's fat tongue.
Both boys sobbed with pleasure as they felt their young balls tighten, then pump fiery streams of cum out of the wildly twitching heads of their little cocks. Angela gurgled and swallowed every last drop, until at last the two boys fell exhausted into her arms. She braced herself to catch them, and as she did so, she automatically lowered her buttocks to maintain her balance, cruelly wrenching her creaming genitals away from the happily licking dog. Rex whined in frustration, but no one paid any attention to him.
"Oh, jeeze!" gasped Tom. "That was great, Mrs. Gordon! I just about fainted, it felt so good!"
"Me, too," said Rusty. "Could we do it again tomorrow, Mrs. Gordon?"
Angela laughed lazily. "You certainly are greedy, Rusty! I'll have to think it over. But right now, you two had better get back to camp. You've been gone a long time."
"Oh, jeeze, right!" squeaked Rusty. "I forgot all about the time! We'll see you tomorrow, Mrs. Gordon!"
"Yeah," added Tom, "thanks a lot!"
Angela only smiled as the two boys sped toward the shore and started fumbling into their clothes. She was too drained and bewildered to speak. She felt the steady throbbing of sexual satisfaction in her cunt and labia, and she was deeply ashamed. It was bad enough to have sucked off two little boys and swallowed their cum-how could she ever excuse herself for letting a dog lick her to orgasm? Briefly, wildly, she remembered how wonderful it had felt when Rex's fat, drooling tongue had first plunged unexpectely into her cunt. She blushed deeply. As boys and dog ran off in the direction of the camp, she waded out into the lake and dived in. Perhaps with the icy shock of the water she wouldn't think about it for a while....
CHAPTER SIX
The chill of the mountain lake distracted Angela's thoughts briefly from the outlandish little orgy of the afternoon, and she prolonged her distraction by having too many drinks before dinner and going to sleep early. But the next morning she remembered all too well what she'd done-stripping before two little boys, sucking their cocks simultaneously, letting a dog lick her genitals and loving it! She hardly recognized herself any more, and she was frightened. If she could go this far in only a few days, what might she do next? She resolved to go no farther: when Tom and Rusty came for their swim that afternoon, she'd break off their relationship before they all got into trouble.
It was another scorching day, and Angela was sweating and uncomfortable as she sat at her easel on the wooded hillside, waiting for the boys. Really, she should just have stayed in the cabin and avoided the heat; but she wanted to talk to the boys and make sure they understood that there would be no more sex play. At last she saw them coming, far down the beach, two slim little figures followed by a large dog. Angela blushed deeply and frowned. Damn it, they would bring Rex! She didn't even want to look at the animal! The sight of the shaggy, black and white St. Bernard brought back memories that were far too humiliating.
Presently boys and dog came panting up the hill to where Angela sat. "Hi, Mrs. Gordon!" chirped Rusty, pushing a strand of red hair off his sweaty forehead. "Man, it's hot today, isn't it? Are you coming in to swim with us?"
"Not today, Rusty," she replied coldly. "You boys go ahead and have your swim. Afterwards I want to talk to you."
The boys exchanged uneasy and disappointed glances, but they obeyed Angela without question. It was her beach, after all, and they didn't want to lose the privilege of swimming there. Still they wished she would come in with them, play with them, and let them explore her fascinating body as she'd done yesterday. Why was she angry and distant? What had they done to annoy her?
"Shit," whispered Rusty as he and Tom pulled off their clothes, "I wonder what's bugging her? She probably won't even suck us off today!"
"Yeah," said Tom, "but at least we can swim. It's a lot better here than at camp, with Ol' Vaughn yelling at us all the time."
"I guess so," said Rusty. He couldn't get very excited about plain old swimming, not now. He felt sad that his friend, Mrs. Gordon, seemed put out, and he was ready to cry with disappointment when she didn't take off her clothes and join them as they'd expected.
The subdued boys waded slowly out into the water, then dived in, the big dog Rex paddling after them. All the while, Angela watched them out of the corner of her eye, not wanting them to notice her observation. She couldn't resist this last look at their superb young bodies-surely it couldn't hurt if she only looked! She felt as sad as the boys did at the break-up of their games, and she felt guilty, too, about making them unhappy. But wasn't this really best for everybody in the long run? She sighed deeply, then forced herself to return to her painting.
Angela worked steadily, not permitting herself even a glance at the swimming boys, and half an hour passed before she noticed that the light was fading and the air was suddenly growing cold. She looked up at the sky and saw, to her surprise, that dark gray storm clouds were moving in fast, signaling the approach of summer thunder and lightning. It would be dangerous for the boys to be out in such weather, prey to lightning bolts and falling trees.
Angela quickly gathered and packed her painting equipment, then ran to the shore of the lake and called, "Rusty! Tom! There's a storm coming! Let's get up to the cabin!"
The boys heard her and began to swim for shore as fast as they could, Rex paddling along beside them. They stumbled onto the beach, alarmed now by the thickly gathering storm clouds, and hurried toward their clothes. The first flash of lightning burst in the sky, and thunder shook the ground.
"Don't take time to dress!" cried Angela. "Just grab your clothes, and let's run for it!"
The boys obeyed without a word, and Rusty led the way, sprinting up the steep path, Tom right behind him, then Angela, then Rex. Though the run up the hill was a considerable effort for an overweight woman, Angela still found herself concentrating on the sight in front of her, the two beautiful naked boys dashing gracefully in the lead, their rosy balls flopping hard between their slim legs, their small white cocks bouncing wildly. She wished she had just one more chance to touch them and play with them, but quickly she buried the idea. Her mind was made up.
They reached the cabin and stumbled inside, the boys shivering in spite of their run, still wet from the icy swim. Angela was sweating, hot, and out of breath, but her housewife's instinct alerted her at once to the entrance of the dog Rex with his dusty paws, messing up the carpet.
"Tom," she said, "your dog's pretty dirty! Do you mind keeping him on the porch?"
"Oh, no, Mrs. Gordon," Tom said and blushed. "I'm sorry! I just didn't think about it!"
Tom called his dog and shut the animal outside, while Angela went for towels. The two boys were nearly blue with cold, and their teeth were chattering. Angela wrapped them tightly in big bath towels and made them sit on the couch in front of the fireplace.
"Just hang in there," she said, "while I get a fire going! Your misery should be over soon!"
The boys were too frozen to reply. They only sat and shivered while Angela got a good fire going in the fireplace, then headed for the kitchen.
"I'll make some cocoa," she called. "That should warm you up!"
Gradually, as they drank hot cocoa and absorbed the heat of the fire, Tom and Rusty stopped shaking, and pretty soon they were talking cheerfully to Angela.
"Jeeze, that's some storm!" remarked Tom. "The thunder's shaking the house!"
"Yeah, wild!" agreed Rusty. "I wonder if it'll go on all night?"
"I doubt it," said Angela. Needing to be cooled rather than warmed, she'd made herself a martini and was already feeling its pleasant relaxation. "These summer storms are usually pretty short. I wouldn't be surprised if it cleared up in time for you to swim again."
"Brrrr!" said Tom. "That's the last thing I want to do right now!"
Rain hit the cabin windows in a sudden loud spatter, and everyone was very glad to be warm and snug inside. Angela finished her martini and made herself another. For a while she was content to sit by the fire and chat with the boys, noting how fresh and handsome they looked, wrapped in their towels, their hair drying and beginning to fluff out, Tom's gold brown and curly, Rusty's straight and bright orange. But as time passed and the second martini fuzzed her thoughts, she began to imagine the boys' sweet, naked bodies beneath the towels, and she wanted more than anything to touch them. She caught herself slipping into a mood of rapidly building lust, and she decided to put temptation out of the way.
"Well, we've been lazy long enough," she said, getting to her feet. "Time for you to towel off and dress."
The boys sighed and stood up and began to rub themselves with the big bath towels. Angela couldn't resist the opportunity for a little innocent touching, and she helped both boys in turn, first Tom and then Rusty, seizing a corner of the towel and drying the spots they'd missed. She noticed that neither had thought to dry between his legs, and she directed her attention there, rubbing the soft towel over anus and balls and drooping cock.
"Golly, Mrs. Gordon," Rusty said as Angela toweled his flushed, limp testicles, "it sure would be nice if you'd suck our cocks again, like you did yesterday-wouldn't it, Tom?"
"It sure would!" exclaimed his friend. "We've got time, don't we? I mean, we can't go back to camp till the storm's over. Please, Mrs. Gordon, would you do it again?"
"Oh, boys," Angela said, "you don't understand! I know you enjoy it, but it really isn't right! We'd get into a lot of trouble if anyone found out about it."
"But nobody will!" cried Rusty. "There's nobody here but us, and Tom and I won't ever tell!"
"Right!" agreed Tom. "Anyhow, what's so wrong with it? It's fun! It doesn't hurt anybody!"
"I know," Angela replied patiently, "but most people wouldn't see it our way. They'd consider it nasty and wrong."
"But that's stupid!" Rusty said angrily. "What makes it any of their business? Why can't we do what we want to, as long as we're not hurting anybody else?"
"Yeah," Tom exclaimed, "why can't they just mind their own business? Why do people always have to tell other people how to think and how to act?"
Angela couldn't help laughing at the small boys' indignation. "Hey," she said, "no need to get all worked up! It hasn't happened yet! And it never will, if we don't do it again and if we always keep it secret."
Both boys pouted. "We understand how it is," Rusty said at last, "but couldn't we do it just one more time, here and now? Nobody could possibly see us here."
"Yeah, we'd be perfectly safe!" urged Tom. "Come on, Mrs. Gordon, please? Just one more time?"
Angela sighed deeply. It was very hard for her to deny the boys' request, for not only would it be a great disappointment to them if she refused, they were also urging her to do the very thing she wanted most! And the boys were right: if no one knew, no one would be hurt. It was foolish to deny all of them this one last pleasure. She felt her cunt tingle and begin to ooze its juices in anticipation of some delightful play with her two friends. Oh, hell, why not? You only live once!
"Very well, boys," she said, "but I'm going to make it quick!"
"Whoopee!" chorused Tom and Rusty.
They threw off their towels and ran to Angela, hugging and pawing her affectionately. Tom began fumbling with the buttons of her blouse, and Rusty started to pull down the zipper of her stretch pants.
"What are you boys doing?" she exclaimed, half in amusement and half in astonishment.
"Oh, it's a lot more fun if you're naked, too, Mrs. Gordon," said Rusty hastily. "You don't mind, do you?"
"Well, I suppose not," said Angela doubtfully. She allowed the boys to take off her clothes, impatient at their clumsy, inexperienced efforts, and feeling more than a little guilty at how the sight of her overblown, middle-aged body seemed to excite them. Really, if they found her exciting, she'd steered them wrong!
But how could she complain? Soft little hands darted eagerly over her body, exploring breasts and buttocks and all the moist, receptive places between her legs, and Angela felt herself melting, ready to do anything the boys wanted. If it was to be their last time together, why hold back? She'd suck their sweet little cocks till they squealed with pleasure, suck their balls, too, ream their tight, squirming little assholes....
Rusty was fascinated with Mrs. Gordon's enormous, milky-white, melon-shaped breasts. He couldn't cover one of them, even with two hands, and he wondered if all grown-up women had jugs that big. He didn't think so. Mrs. Gordon was something special. She had closed her eyes and was sighing happily now as he gently rubbed her huge tits and nudged the brown, hard points of her nipples. Tom was feeling down between her legs, getting his finger inside the hairy lips and playing with that peculiar red nub of flesh, and she seemed to enjoy that very much, too.
"Ahhhh! That's lovely!" sighed Angela. She was getting so horny she could hardly stand it, and she felt hot, itchy trickles of juices running down her inner thighs. Though she blushed to admit it to herself, she knew she was ready for a good, hard fuck, the brutal, swift hammering she'd always rejected before. But who would give it to her? She could hardly ask two virgin boys! They wouldn't even know where to stick it, let alone what to do after they got there! She almost laughed with frustration, then winced and sighed as she felt Tom's small index finger slide quickly and stiffly into her hot, oozing cunt. The boy seemed fascinated with that orifice, busily testing its width and depth and texture with his probing finger.
"Mrs. Gordon," he asked wonderingly, "what is this hole, anyhow?"
"That's the vagina, Tom," she answered. "Sometimes it's called the cunt. It's for babies to come out of, and for fucking."
Tom and Rusty exchanged confused glances. They'd heard the word "fucking" many times before, in the talk of older children and grown-ups, but it didn't seem to make sense the way Mrs. Gordon was using it. Just that morning, when their camp counselor, Mr. Vaughn, thought he was alone, he'd stubbed his toe on a piece of furniture and exclaimed angrily, "Fucking chair!" But what could that have to do with a hole between a woman's legs?
"We don't understand, Mrs. Gordon," said Rusty. "I mean, we've heard that word before, 'fucking,' but I guess it didn't mean what you mean."
Angela thought for a moment, then laughed, seeing why the boys were confused. "Well, Rusty, the word has many meanings. But originally it was used as I'm using it. It means making love, when a man puts his cock in a woman's cunt."
The boys had another exchange of glances, this time astonished and surprised. They'd never heard of such a practice before. But presently Tom thought of something similar.
"You mean, like dogs do it?" he asked.
"Yes," replied Angela, "like dogs and all other mammals. But I suppose you've only seen dogs doing it."
"Yeah, lots of times," said Tom, "only I didn't know what they were doing."
All the while, Tom was feeling inside Angela's cunt and thinking about what she'd said, that a man's cock was supposed to go there. If that was so, his penis certainly had a lot of growing to do before it would fit! The adult penis must really be huge, to go into a hole like that! His finger was practically lost in the squishy, hot depths, and he couldn't even find the bottom of the passage. Nevertheless, he was very curious to find out about this "fucking" business.
"I'm still mixed up, Mrs. Gordon," he said hesitantly. "I mean, if the cock is supposed to go in the cunt, how come you took ours in your mouth? Can it go there, too?"
"Yes, Tom," Angela assured him, "it can go many places. The whole idea is to have fun, so people do whatever's fun."
CHAPTER SEVEN
"I bet fucking would be fun!" piped Rusty. "Could we try it, Mrs. Gordon? Please?"
"Yeah!" Tom seconded him. "That would be groovy! I'd really like to find out how it feels! Could we do it, please?"
Angela hesitated, torn between her severe conscience and the insistent need of her juicing cunt, where Tom's busy little finger still played and pumped. God, how she needed to be fucked! There was no question about that! And the two boys were perfectly willing-it wouldn't be as if she'd seduced or forced them. In a way, it seemed foolish even to debate the question. On the other hand, they were so young! Did she really have the right to take away their virginity, to introduce them to adult ways of sex, before they were even teenagers?
Both boys were jumping up and down now with impatience, their little plump cocks bouncing furiously as they did so. "Please, Mrs. Gordon?" they chorused.
Angela sighed. She knew she'd give in if they kept pleading. She couldn't bear to disappoint them, and she was desperately horny herself. After all, she'd sucked them off, made them cum in her mouth-so what was the big deal about letting them cum elsewhere in her body?
"Well," she said timidly, "I suppose we could try. But there's just one problem. You can't fuck unless your penis is hard-and you boys obviously aren't ready."
Rusty swept his soft hands insinuatingly over her enormous tits. "You could make us hard," he crooned, "with your mouth. Like you did before."
Angela couldn't help it: her mouth filled with saliva at his very words, and she flushed all over with eagerness as she thought of doing all those lovely things again, touching and fondling and tasting those two, sweet little pricks. It would be the last time, after all....
"All right," she said and smiled. "Come along to the bedroom. We'll be more comfortable there."
Both boys cheered, then scurried alongside Angela to the bedroom, hopping up and down with eager impatience. They really didn't have a very clear idea of what this fucking stuff was all about, or how it might feel, but they knew by now that any games they played* with Mrs. Gordon were bound to be fun, more fun than anything they'd ever dreamed of before.
Angela turned back the covers on the double bed, lay down in the middle, and the boys hopped in on either side of her. For a moment she felt supremely foolish, her enormous, plump, white body dwarfing the slim, tan forms of the boys, but when she thought of their hard little cocks poking eagerly in the needy wetness of her cunt, she lost her shame and only felt the need for action. And her first job was to make their cocks hard, hard enough to satisfy her.
"I'll do Rusty first," she said huskily. "You can watch or play with me, Tom. Don't worry, I'll get around to you soon."
"That's okay," said Tom manfully, "as long as we both get to do some fucking."
"Oh, you will," purred Angela, "you will!"
She seized Rusty by the waist and lifted him up so that he straddled her face, his knees nearly touching her ears. She was surprised at how little he weighed. Now his adorable, limp cock was in exactly the right position, resting on her eager lips.
"You just kneel there, Rusty," she told him, "and I'll make you hard."
"Okay, Mrs. Gordon!" the red-haired boy agreed. He watched, fascinated, as her lips curled and fastened around the wrinkled tip of his cock, then slowly sucked it into her mouth. He saw the whole organ disappear, like a noodle being sucked up, and then came the now-familiar but delicious sensation of having his prick bathed with her hot saliva, brushed and squeezed by her silky tongue, cheeks, and palate, as she began to suck him.
"Oh, yeah...!" he moaned.
Angela then began a rapid, vigorous sucking of his fat little cock, and at the same time she used one hand to tickle his flaccid, warm balls, and the other to insinuate a finger into his tight, hot anus. Teased and stimulated in three places at once, the ecstatic Rusty closed his eyes and began to moan steadily, his small hips already working rhythmically in time to her sucking. It wasn't long at all before he felt his balls twitch, then swell, and his cock rippling as it stiffened. But Angela kept at it without pause, wanting to make him harder than he'd ever been before.
Meanwhile Tom watched the action. At first he was content just to gawk at all the cool things Mrs. Gordon was doing to his friend, the way she managed so many different things at once. He was especially fascinated with watching her little finger poke in and out of Rusty's puckered anal mouth, and he wriggled excitedly, knowing how good it must feel. He watched wonderingly as Rusty's light pink balls grew from empty, limp sacs into tight, reddish globes, as if filling with some fluid. But, of course, that's what they were doing, filling with the cum that would soon squirt from Rusty's cock. Tom got very aroused. He couldn't just lie still and watch any more. Mrs. Gordon had her legs spread slightly, revealing all her bright red parts between their dark-haired fringe-plenty of things for him to play with!
Tom crawled between Angela's legs and stuffed one curious finger up her easily-penetrated, juicy cunt, and another finger up the tighter, smaller hole of her anus. He heard her moan happily, knew that she liked it, and so pushed his fingers in as far as they would go. She began to move her hips, working both holes around his probing fingers as if she wanted more friction, and he understood. He began to poke in and out of cunt and asshole with a steady rhythm, and Angela's delighted cunt creamed a flood of juice all over his finger, making his probing very slick and noisy. He liked Mrs. Gordon very much and wanted to please her, so he kept it up, and her regular, joyous moaning told him that she really dug what he was doing.
Angela felt she could cum any second, it was so delicious to have both asshole and cunt reamed by Tom's stiff little fingers, but that was not her job, not now. Her business was Rusty, making him hard enough for his first fuck^-and she'd almost finished with him. The excited boy was flushed and breathing heavily as he jerked his hips, feeding her his small, stiffened cock in steady, deep thrusts. In fact, if she didn't spit him out soon, he'd cum in her mouth! Very reluctantly, she released him, and his hardened, fat prick wagged only inches from her eyes, seemingly ready to burst its thin-skinned, blue-veined sheath, the foreskin worked back now to expose the deep red, creaming glans.
"That's a lovely hard-on, Rusty," she sighed. "You're ready now."
Tom jerked his fingers out of her cunt and anus to move around and get a look at his friend's erection. It was a whopper, all right!
"Jeeze, Rusty!" he exclaimed in admiration. "It's huge!"
Angela couldn't help smiling to herself. What the two boys considered a monstrous cock was nothing, a mere midget, compared to the adult erect penis. But there was no point in bruising their egos by telling them that. No male, not even one eleven years old, liked to be told that his cock was small!
"Okay, Mrs. Gordon," Rusty was saying excitedly, "can we fuck now?"
"Yes, Rusty," she replied softly, "we can fuck."
But there was a problem. Angela was so much taller and heavier than Rusty, she might almost smother him in the wrong position. She considered it for a moment, then gave instructions.
"Lie on your back, Rusty," she said, "and I'll sit over you. That will probably work best."
He obeyed, looking up at her with bright, eager eyes, his swollen little cock pointing straight at the ceiling. Tom sat at the side of the bed, gawking and impatient to have the show begin. Angela took a deep breath to steady her excited nerves, then squatted over the boy's slim hips, positioning her gasping cunt-mouth right over his pointed young cock. The thought of it going into her, giving her that first, delicious little jab, aroused her so sharply that her vagina gushed heavily, and a blob of cream splattered onto Rusty's belly.
"All right, Rusty," she said hoarsely, "here goes.
I'll put my cunt over your cock."
She lowered herself gingerly, then squealed softly as she felt the boy's hard little rod poke between the puffed lips of her creaming vagina. "Ahhhhh!" she moaned. "Ahhhh, that's nice!"
She lowered herself as much as she dared, careful not to sit on him, shivering delightedly all the while as his wonderfully stiff little prick went easily into the lower part of her starved cunt. That was as far as it went, only a few inches, before Rusty's penetration was complete, his cock swallowed all the way to the base. There was no way he'd fill her mature vagina or wriggle to its depths. But it was enough. She needed it so badly, was so desperate to be poked and banged, that even a small boy's immature cock would do the job.
"Now, Rusty," she said, "you have to do the work. You have to move your hips. Just go ahead, you'll see what to do."
Rusty obeyed, moving hesitantly and slowly at first. When his cock had first slipped into Mrs. Gordon's mysterious hole, the one she called the cunt, he'd been amazed at how hot it was inside and how full of boiling juices. It was very pleasant to have his prick bathed and heated. Now that he was in as far as he could go, his cockhead nudged her vaginal walls, and he found them deliriously silky and slippery. It wasn't like the nice, tight grip of her mouth, the snug nest she made with her tongue and palate. It was much roomier. But it was nice, too, giving him plenty of room to work. Now he did as she instructed, moving his hips up and down, and he found that it answered the instinctive need of his aroused cock to poke and probe and get sweet friction from the slick, muscular walls of her cunt. He closed his eyes blissfully and began to pump harder, faster.
"Well, how is it?" Tom asked eagerly. "How does it feel?"
"Oh, man, it's great!" groaned Rusty. He clenched his small white teeth and moved his hips ever faster, making his excited cock bang sharply into the sides of her burning, wet vagina. It wasn't too much fun to poke straight in, because all he got was space, nothing to rub and caress his cockhead; but if he jabbed for the sides, that was fine, every ramming contact sending a heady buzz of pleasure up the shaft of his prick and into his tingling, swollen balls.
Angela, too, had her eyes closed, in order to concentrate fully on the exquisite pleasure of having her cunt stuffed and stabbed. Oh, God, how she needed this! "Uh, uh, UH!" she grunted happily to each thrust of his fat little cock. "Uhhhh! Oh, yes, Rusty, fuck me hard!"
The boys were privately amazed that Mrs. Gordon seemed to be enjoying it so much. She'd never reacted like this when she sucked them off. It was obvious that getting fucked gave her a deep, thrilling pleasure, and it seemed likely that she'd "cum," just like they'd done in her mouth. Both boys hoped this was so: they were very fond of Mrs. Gordon and wanted to give her as much pleasure as she'd given them.
Rusty realized that the harder he fucked her, the more excited she got, so he worked as fast and forcefully as he could. He found that this was more exciting for him, too, and he began to sigh and groan every time his sensitive glans nosed into the velvety flesh of her hot cunt wall. The sensations were getting stronger all the time, and he began to recognize the tingling tenseness in his cock and balls that signaled imminent cumming.
"Ohhhh, OHHHHH!" moaned the boy. "Is it hard enough for you, Mrs. Gordon?"
"Okay," gasped the boy, "but I'm gonna cum pretty soon! Uhhhh! AHHHH!"
Tom watched pop-eyed as his friend's small cock jabbed fiercely in and out of Mrs. Gordon's wide-mouthed, dripping cunt. It looked like great fun, andhe could hardly wait to see how it felt. As he watched, Angela was driven to a frenzy of rutting, wild for all the friction she could get, and she began to bounce up and down in time with Rusty's rapid strokes, intensifying the force of their slamming contact. The beautiful pressure was building up, she was close, very close....
Rusty opened his eyes to see what Mrs. Gordon was doing. He'd felt her start to move to his rhythm and had delighted in the increased friction it produced, but both he and Tom were unprepared for the awesome sight that met their young eyes. Mrs. Gordon had completely abandoned herself, like never before, to the delicious play of fucking, oblivious to everything around her. Her eyes were shut tight, her lips drawn back in a snarl of lust, her big body mottled red and white with the rash of sexual arousal. She bounced up and down so hard that her enormous tits flopped and slapped loudly against her chest, and the boys were almost hypnotized as they watched the grotesque flapping of those two huge melon-shaped jugs. Mrs. Gordon was making strange, loud noises, too, in her growing frenzy.
"AAaaaawwww!" she howled. "Aaaaggghhh! Fuck me, fuck me, yes, AHHHH!" Every rough, deep poke of Rusty's stiff little prick was bringing her closer, tantalizingly near to orgasm. She gave a tremendous grind of her hips, and that did it as last: she felt a dazzling explosion deep in her cunt, and then her whole body was convulsed with the blinding spasms of cumming.
"EEEEE!" she shrieked. "I'm cumming, CUMMING! Ah, God, cum with me, Rusty!"
Rusty didn't have much choice in the matter. Her powerful vaginal muscles were gripping and squeezing his cock so hard that, almost before he knew it, sperm spat out of his cockhead, a small gush at first, then a strong series of hot streams that made him cry out with joy.
"Ah, ah, AHHH!" squealed the boy. "I'm cumming, too! Oh, Jesus, it feels so great!"
Tom watched enviously as the big, plump woman continued to bounce up and down on Rusty's happily jerking hips, so impatient he could hardly sit still. He saw now that this fucking was really fun, and he wanted his turn. He was very much relieved when at last woman and boy came to a panting halt, and Angela quickly moved off Rusty and fell onto the sheets with a huge sigh of satisfaction. Rusty's cock gave one more exhausted burble of cream, then collapsed into limpness.
"Can I fuck you now, Mrs. Gordon?" Tom cried eagerly. "Can I have my turn? My cock got hard just watching you! In fact, it's so hard it hurts!"
Angela wearily opened her eyes and glanced between Tom's slim, tan legs. He wasn't kidding: his small prick was straight-standing and swollen, and it was twitching with angry impatience. Beneath it his rosy little balls were puffed and tight, eager to discharge their load.
Angela sighed. "You'll have to give me a moment to rest, Tom. I'm an old lady, you know, and all that exercise took a lot out of me. Please be patient."
Tom pouted. Angela could see that he wouldn't be patient very long, and she could hardly blame him. He was only a child, not used to waiting for what he wanted, and her refusal must seem cruel and unfair to him. But she wasn't up to an immediate repetition of the vigorous, bouncing fuck she'd given Rusty. Tom would have to do most of the work if he wanted her now.
"All right," she said, "well do it another way, so I won't have to work so hard."
She rolled over on her belly, and both boys gawked, as always, at the unbelievable width and fatness of her white, doughy buttocks. She drew her legs up under her, till her knees nudged her huge tits and her big ass was raised and spread. Looking around behind her, the boys could see everything, clit, labia, cunt mouth, and anus, all vividly colored and slick with her cream.
"Just kneel behind me, Tom," she said, "and put your cock in my cunt. Then you move your hips, just like Rusty did."
Tom nearly fell over himself in his hurry to obey. ,He could hardly wait to see how it would feel. He scrambled between Angela's plump thighs, seized his cock, and aimed it: it wasn't hard at all, in this position, to see her cunt or to get at it. Nervously he set the red tip of his glans against the wet slitted mouth, then pushed.
"Ahhhhh!" cried Tom. It was great, much more exciting than he'd imagined, to feel his achingly stiff prick slide into the red-hot, spongy hole. He pushed harder, getting in as far as he could, until his balls nestled against her smooth inner thighs. He felt her cunt sucking hotly, wetly, at the shaft of his cock, as if urging him into motion, and he instantly obeyed the need for friction, working his stiff little rod slowly in and out of her fiery, dripping cunt. Like Rusty, he found it wasn't as snug as her mouth, and to get the needed friction against his nosing glans, he had to push against the side of the passage, not straight ahead. But it was pretty nice, just the same, especially the way her silky vaginal walls soothed and bathed his prick with their burning juices, making him tingle and sigh.
"Oh, boy, Mrs. Gordon," he moaned, "this sure feels good! Is it okay if I do it harder?"
"Oh, yes, Tom," purred Angela, "do it as hard as you want!"
She had her face buried in the pillow and was smiling ironically to herself, She could hardly believe it was her, Angela Gordon, who was blissfully raising her ass in the air so a small boy could fuck her. She'd never imagined a time when she'd want to be screwed, a time when she'd actually enjoy it, let alone wanting to do it twice in a row. But this was heavenly. Already she was aroused and eager again, well on her way to another intense orgasm, and she found herself clenching and unclenching her vaginal muscles to suck Tom's hard little rod in and out of her happy cunt. He began to move faster and harder now, and she joyously moaned aloud and spread her legs wider for him.
"Ummmmmm!" said Angela. "You're giving me a wonderful fuck, Tom! I like it very much!"
"Oh, I'm glad, Mrs. Gordon!" the boy panted. "It's great for me, too!"
He held tightly to her wide hips, steadying himself as he watched his wonderfully stiff cock going in and out of her noisily sucking cunt. Rusty watched, too. Both boys were amazed at how wide her vaginal opening was, how out-sized for their little cocks. Clearly it was meant to take a much larger organ. They could hardly imagine having a tool big enough to fill that wide, greedy mouth. But Tom did his best, ramming her ever faster, and soon he was panting and squealing at the very edge of orgasm.
"Uh, uh, UH!" he grunted, banging her as hard as he could, loving every jolt of sensation that rippled up his cock, into his throbbing balls, and through his loins. He felt the overpowering need to shoot this big woman full of his cum. "Uh, UHHHHH! Oh, man, here I go!" he shouted.
Angela felt a sudden burning spurt of liquid inside her belly, and she squeezed her cunt hard around Tom's jetting, ramming cock to hold it and milk it. As she did so, her own orgasm rippled powerfully outward from her pulsing vagina, and with every fierce squirt of the boy's cock, she howled and shrieked with pleasure.
"AaagggHHHH!" she moaned. "Yes, yes, my darling! I'm cumming, too!"
Tom felt half-faint with joy as he let her powerful cunt muscles take over the action, pumping and milking his small cock until it was absolutely drained of sperm. Then he fell weakly onto the bed with a deep sigh of relief. Angela sighed loudly, too, and collapsed on the bed. Only
Rusty was still alert, and he watched intently as a thin, steady stream of white liquid trickled from Angela's cunt, a mixture of her juices and Tom's.
The trio lay quietly for a while, resting and enjoying the warm glow of sexual release, until suddenly their peace was interrupted by the mournful howl of a dog.
"Oh, golly!" cried Tom. "It's Rex! I forgot all about him! He's still on the porch."
"Well, at least he isn't cold or wet," said Rusty. "See-the storm's over already."
They saw the hot sun streaming in the window of the bedroom, and they all laughed. They'd been so busy in bed, they hadn't even noticed the passing of the storm and the return of heat and sun.
"I'm all hot and sweaty again," said Angela. "I feel like a swim now. How about you?"
"Right on!" cried Rusty. "I'm for it," agreed Tom.
Without another word, they hopped out of bed and ran naked from the cabin. Rex barked joyfully and sped down the hill after them, and, reaching the lake, they all plunged in, boys, woman, and dog, with excited shrieks.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Angela floated lazily on her back, looking up at the bright blue sky with its few fleecy clouds. She was unaware what a spectacular, almost gross, sight she might present to any onlookers, her big white body set off starkly by the dark blue water, her wet-curled mons hair forming a little island between her legs, and her huge pale-white breasts floating gently like straying melons. She wasn't thinking of things like that. All she knew was the feeling of utter contentment in her relaxed cunt, now that the boys had poked her to two delicious orgasms in a row. She'd never known before how good it could feel to have been fucked. It was a shame she'd had to wait till she was middle-aged to learn such a basic fact of life: but, she thought, far better late than never!
Tom and Rusty floated near her, equally drowsy and content. They never wanted to go back to silly old Camp Willow Creek, not in a million years. It would be so much nicer to stay here with Mrs. Gordon, in a paradise of swimming and cookies and milk and fucking. What more could a guy possibly want out of life than this?
On the shore waited the St. Bernard, Rex. He was tired of swimming, and he wished the boys would come and play with him. But they seemed to want to go on floating endlessly, near the big woman who didn't like dogs. Rex wished she would like him. He certainly liked her-at least he liked to be near her, where he could sniff her and enjoy those exciting female scents that had aroused him so much the day before. He wished very much that she would let him lick her again, too, in the juicy place where the good scents came from. But no one came to play with Rex. The big dog sighed and lay down for a nap on the warm sand, bored and lonely.
Out in the water, Tom and Rusty were beginning to feel their boyish energy returning, along with the urge for some vigorous play. They watched Angela, without her noticing it, and suddenly they exchanged mischievous glances. They'd been friends long enough that they didn't always need words to communicate. None were necessary now. Silently the boys dog-paddled toward the buxom, floating older woman....
Angela shrieked as she felt small, rough hands tugging her down into the depths of the lake, one pair on her ankles, the other on her shoulders. Just in time, she took a deep breath, and then she was under, fighting them off. She shot up to the surface again, gasping, and saw the giggling boys swimming rapidly away from her, towards the shore.
"You won't get away with this!" she shouted. Then she plunged after them, with long, powerful strokes, and she was soon right on their heels. They reached shallow water, and the boys stumbled to their feet, but Angela was too fast for them. She grabbed them both by the scruff of the neck and dunked them while they gasped and shouted for mercy.
"There!" she said. "That'll teach you to mess around with me!"
The two boys sat in the water, coughing and sputtering. Standing over them, Angela looked like an Amazon, enormously tall and abundantly female, with broad shoulders, long legs, wide hips, and the jutting badges of her femininity, great sagging tits and black triangle of pussy fur. Tom and Rusty still hadn't lost their awe of her big body, and they unconsciously gawked up at her. Angela was observing them just as closely, her gaze concentrated on the parts she liked best, the white-floating, limp little cocks, the gently swaying, flaccid sacs of their testicles. She allowed herself a long, close inspection: it would be the last time.
"Well, boys," she finally said, "I suppose you'd better be getting back to camp now. You've been gone for hours."
"Yeah," grumbled Rusty, "I suppose."
He and Tom stood up, moving slowly and reluctantly towards shore. They understood from what Mrs. Gordon had said that afternoon that there would be no more sex play. They were still welcome to use the beach, but anything else would be too dangerous. Both boys felt miserable at having this great source of pleasure come to an end.
When they had reached the sandy beach, Tom decided on one last, desperate maneuver that might change Mrs. Gordon's mind. Even if she got mad, at least he would have tried. He turned abruptly, threw his arms around her, and at the same time eased his hand between her big legs and began to finger the fat lump of her clitoris.
"Gosh, Mrs. Gordon," he said huskily, "I sure, am going to miss you!"
Rusty caught on fast, and before Angela could even find words for the situation, he, too, snuggled up to her and began fondling her breasts in the way she liked so much, warm, lazy caresses and teasing tweaks of her long brown nipples. "I'm gonna miss you, too!" he cooed.
"You boys!" Angela laughed in exasperation. "I'm beginning to think you're insatiable!"
"What's that mean?" asked Tom as he deftly wriggled a finger into her cunt.
Angela gasped with sudden pleasure, then muttered her reply: "It means you never get enough of something. In this
"Well," said Tom, "I guess that's correct. Don't you think so, Rusty?"
"I sure do!" His friend laughed. "I haven't had enough yet, not by a long shot!"
"Me, either!" agreed Tom. "I could do it forever!"
"Well," Angela replied sternly, "you may be doing it forever, but not with me! You understood what I said earlier, young men! This is it! We just can't risk it any longer. Why, if anyone saw us, we'd all be in terrible trouble!"
"We understand," crooned Rusty, moving around behind her and easing a finger into her anus, "but we're safe here. There's nobody around to see us. It would be okay to do it one more time."
Angela felt the delicious, simultaneous probing of her cunt and anus, amazed at how fast the boys had learned what pleased her most and how to do it. She felt the inevitable excitement in her cunt, the renewed flow of hot lubricating juices that squished around Tom's busy finger and ran in a burning tickle down her inner thighs. How could she accuse the boys of being insatiable? If anyone couldn't get enough, it was her! And they'd have to leave for camp shortly-why not give them a quick goodbye present? She almost laughed aloud at her own weakness. But why, after all, deny herself this last moment of pleasure? She was very un-likely to have another chance like this the rest of her life.
"Aw, come on, Mrs. Gordon!" Tom was urging softly, working his finger steadily in and out of her cunt.
"Yeah, come on!" echoed Rusty, giving her asshole a sweet, mischievous poking.
Now Angela did laugh. "You boys are too much! I see I'll have to give in, or you won't quit. But I'm going to make it very fast, I warn you, and then you'll have to leave."
"Oh, we don't mind, do we, Rusty?" Tom replied eagerly.
"Hell, no!" Rusty answered. "Let's do it! What's it going to be this time, Mrs. Gordon? Do we get to fuck you again?"
"No," she replied reluctantly, "I'm afraid that would take too long. I'm really beginning to worry that you'll be missed at camp and someone will come looking for you. You two just stand close together now, and I'll bring you off quickly. No arguments."
Rusty and Tom obeyed but made small noises of protest. They didn't want to rush it. But this was certainly better than nothing. They stood as close together as they could, then exchanged excited glances as Angela knelt before them on the sand and reached out for their limp cocks. Even kneeling, she seemed very large to them, and her huge, long tits almost touched her knees as she bent over. Seizing a prick in each hand, she curled her warm fingers around them and began to pump gently, feeling the silky flesh slip loosely in her grasp. Tom and Rusty sighed contentedly and closed their eyes, waiting to see what delightful things she would do to their cocks this time around. Already she was at work on the wrinkled foreskins, easing them slowly back to expose the sensitive red glans....
Rex the dog started from his nap, abruptly alerted by an enticing smell. What was it? Yes, he knew it now, that strong, fruity, female odor that had aroused him so powerfully before. The St. Bernard pricked up his ears and looked around: it was just as before, the woman kneeling before the two boys, all of them breathing fast and excitedly. Rex jumped eagerly to his feet and padded over to where Angela was absorbed in fingering the boys' cocks. The big dog sniffed and drooled. It might be possible to have those exciting tastes again, if only the woman would raise her buttocks a little and give access to his tongue. He waited, careful not to alarm her by a hasty approach....
Angela nudged the two cherry-red glans into view, then greedily lashed them with her tongue, making the two boys moan and quiver and lean on her shoulders to keep from falling in their excitement. She wished she could take more time, but it was too risky. Sighing, she opened her mouth and popped both soft little pricks inside, giving them a swift, strong sucking to draw them in deep and hold them there. Then, her hands freed, she cupped two sets of warm, gently throbbing balls, and began to knead them softly. The boys were learning fast! Already Angela's sensitive tongue felt the two small pricks plumping and hardening in slow erection, and in the palms of her hands she felt the four testicles gradually ballooning into readiness. She worked harder and faster now with mouth and hands, leaning forward as she did so, and suddenly she felt a strange sensation. Hot puffs of breath, very delicate, wafted over her lifted buttocks, then centered on her exposed anus. This feathery warmth was abruptly replaced by a bumpy, hard, coldness-my God, the dog!
She glanced up, hoping Tom would call the animal off, but both boys had their eyes tightly shut in happy concentration as she sucked their cocks and massaged their balls. With her mouth full, she couldn't command Rex, either. But at least he couldn't reach her cunt this time, since her hips weren't raised high enough. Well, hell, she thought, if he gets a thrill out of sniffing my asshole, what does it matter? She dismissed the dog from her mind and focused, instead, on the bobbing, probing pressure of the twin, hard little cocks in her mouth. How she loved sucking them, tasting them! In deep affection and excitement, she drew in her cheeks sharply to trap the two miniature pricks in the center of her mouth, then squeezed them even more tightly between tongue and palate. She applied all the suction she could, and the thrilled boys responded by jerking their hips fiercely, their stiffened cocks rubbing together in a joint assault on her throat. Angela gurgled happily, knowing that in a matter of seconds she'd have a mouth full of their salty, fragrant seed.
But the damned dog wouldn't leave her alone! She couldn't bear to stop her sucking now, not when the boys were so close to cumming, but she wished there was some way to make Rex quit his obscene, noisy sniffing of her ass. Then, suddenly, the sniffing was succeeded by a hot, wet lashing of her pungent anus as the big dog began tonguing her excitedly. That felt better. In fact, it was very nice! It was wicked, too, of course, something no decent woman could enjoy, but Angela decided rather drunkenly that she wasn't a decent woman, at least not now! She gave another happy gurgle and abandoned herself to Rex's delicious tonguing, wriggling her ass happily as she felt the St. Bernard's huge, hot tongue working its way steadily into her asshole. The pleasure was exquisite, like nothing she'd ever known, and she eagerly worked her sphincter muscle to aid Rex's wet penetration.
His excited exclamation set Tom off, too, and the boys whinnied like colts, bucked their hips wildly, and began squirting Angela's mouth with hard streams of sizzling sperm. Their hot, pumping balls slapped furiously against her chin as she moaned and swallowed all their delicious cream, still thrilling to the sensual invasion of her anus by Rex's fat, drooling tongue. Caught up in her frenzy of horniness, the big dog gave a final, frantic thrust of his tongue, stuffing her tight colon completely, and Angela shook and gurgled with the devastating pleasure of her first anal orgasm....
CHAPTER NINE
Mr. Stewart Vaughn, boys' swimming instructor at Camp Willow Creek, stumbled over an exposed tree root and swore viciously. Why did he have to do all the dirty work? Why couldn't Adams, the fat head counselor, get off his ass for a change and hunt for the boys himself? Christ, they'd only been gone a couple of hours, and already Adams was practically crapping himself with anxiety, thinking they'd drowned or been eaten by a bear. Vaughn knew better. He knew Tom and Rusty very well, and he was sure they were only hiding out somewhere till the swimming lesson was over, the lazy bastards!
Vaughn staggered on through the trees, sweaty and irritable, wishing he'd never become a camp counselor in the first place. He was sick of herding all those little brats, especially kids like Tom and Rusty who obviously considered him a drag and kept running off to escape his instruction. Rounding a turn in the trail, Vaughn saw, far in the distance, a small sandy beach he hadn't known about before. Aha! It was probably a deserted private place, the perfect spot for the two boys to hide. He began to make his way toward it. By God, when he got his hands on those kids....
Fifteen minutes later, Stewart Vaughn paused again, this time to clean his sweat-fogged glasses. He was almost to the little beach now, and from this point on, he proceeded slowly and quietly, wanting to surprise the boys and grab them before they could escape. He heard the faint and fleeting sound of voices below him, on the beach, and began creeping toward the source of the noise. At last, crawling into a concealing clump of bushes, he pushed aside a few branches to make a peephole, then looked around.
Young Mr. Vaughn's mouth fell open, very slowly. Just as gradually, his near-sighted blue eyes widened until they were almost popping out of his head. He made a strangled attempt at an exclamation, but nothing came out.
Only a few feet away from his startled eyes, on the sandy shore of the little beach, was a sight he simply couldn't believe. There were the two boys, Tom and Rusty, completely naked, standing close together before an equally naked older woman, probably middle-aged and with enormous sagging breasts and huge thighs and buttocks. From Vaughn's angle, it was hard to see exactly what she was doing, but unless he missed his guess, she had the two kids' cocks in her mouth and was sucking on them! What else could she be doing, kneeling before them with her face practically in their crotches?
Vaughn watched closely, breathless and incredulous, till his guess was confirmed. Yes, from the sucking noises the woman was making, and from the ecstatic faces of the two boys and the way they were rhythmically jerking their hips, there could be no doubt about it-the woman was giving them a blow-job! Vaughn licked his lips, torn between disgust and an indecent feeling of titillation. Of course, he knew about oral sex, and knew that some women could be persuaded to suck a guy's cock, that some of them even enjoyed doing it; but he'd never actually seen it done before. Stewart Vaughn, in his twenty-three years, had developed very few vices. He swore a lot, to himself, but he only considered that manly. He did not smoke, and he rarely drank, except for an occasional beer. He tried to avoid sex, too, considering it a waste of vital energy and a possible source of venereal disease, but in this resolve he was not as successful as he would have liked to be. Frequently he was plagued with horniness and forced to relieve himself with a prostitute or, failing that, by jerking off. And in spite of all his principles, he occasionally caught himself having lewd sexual fantasies, in which adoring and slavish women played with his body, kissed his balls, and sucked his cock. After such daydreams, he always had to jerk off.
Now, as he watched the grossly-built older woman noisily sucking away on the pricks of the two delighted boys, he felt the evil mood coming over him again. There was a sharp tingling in his balls, and his cock began to twitch gently in the confinement of his shorts. No! He couldn't allow himself to be seduced by this unbelievably wicked scene! He must take action, interrupt their lascivious sex play, and see that they were exposed and punished!
Vaughn was gritting his teeth and getting ready to spring from his hiding place, bellowing in righteous indignation, when he caught a movement out of the corner of his eye and hesitated. It was a dog, a very large St. Bernard-yes, Tom's dog, no doubt curious to see what his young master was up to. Vaughn sneered from his concealment: surely they wouldn't have the nerve to go on with their immoral act in the presence of the dog!
But he was wrong. The two boys had their eyes tightly closed and didn't even notice the animal's approach. The woman had her back to it and didn't seem aware of it, either. The big dog sniffed curiously all around the oblivious trio of humans, then zeroed in on the woman's buttocks, his long red tongue lolling out and dripping with saliva, his nose eagerly exploring. Then, to Vaughn's utter incredulity and disgust, the St. Bernard flicked out his tongue and began licking the woman's anus! Even worse, she didn't stop him! She seemed startled and undecided for a second, but after a quick glance around, she closed her eyes again and went on sucking the boys' pricks, happily and industriously, letting the dog lick her ass unhindered.
"My God...." Vaughn muttered softly. He couldn't believe the depths of the woman's depravity! Not only did she appear unbothered by the animal's obscene licking, but as it continued, she seemed to be enjoying it! The dog got more and more excited, too, and then suddenly he wormed his big, dripping tongue right into the woman's anus! The tongue slipped in all the way, and the Woman shivered happily, then began to work her ass rhythmically, aiding the dog's eager reaming of her asshole. Vaughn, pop-eyed, swallowed his chewing gum, didn't even notice he had done so, and slowly flushed a purplish-red color.
His brain told him to act, to spring angrily from the bushes and stop the culprits in the midst of their lewdness. But his body wouldn't obey. He was too shocked and astounded to move. He only squatted there, his fists clenched, and again he felt the sharp tingling of his testicles and the impatient twitching of his cock. Oh, God, it was just as his mother had told him: no matter how virtuous the man, there is still a piece of evil in his soul, a part of him that will respond to the temptations of the Devil! Vaughn rejected the sight before him, rejected it with all his moral principles and social instincts, yet his genitals had other ideas, and he knew with deep chagrin that the scene was beginning to turn him on. That would never do! He must act, must do something decisive and violent, to distract his thoughts!
But before he could organize himself for such an action, the scene before him reached its climax, both literally and figuratively. The boys began to squeal with pleasure and jerk their slim hips faster than ever, and it was obvious that they had reached orgasm and were pumping their seed into the woman's greedily sucking mouth. She, too, began to writhe and convulse, and she made gurgling, ecstatic noises deep in her throat as the dog's probing tongue triggered an orgasm deep in her anus. The bucking of hips and the animal noises of climax continued for a minute or so, and then finally the boys and the woman were limp and still, only the unfortunate dog remaining unsatisfied.
Vaughn was furious. He should have cheated them of their satisfaction, should never have allowed them this reward for their wickedness! Boiling with rage, he sprang from his hiding place and shrieked, "I saw you! I saw what you did! My God, I never dreamed anything could be so filthy! You'll all be punished for this!"
Woman and boys had started at his approach, but then they were stunned into speechless immobility by his angry words. They gawked and turned pale, giving Vaughn a tremendous sense of avenging power. He strode over to where they were, paralyzed in their former postures with the woman still kneeling in front of the boys. He put his hands on his hips, seeming to tower over them, and glared.
"Well, boys," he thundered-as well as he could in his squeaky tenor-"the head counselor sent me to find you, and so I have, but I must confess that I was hardly prepared for THIS! I want a full explanation at once! Who is this woman?"
Angela stared up at the indignant young man, feeling contempt for him in spite of her fear. He had to be Mr. Vaughn, the swimming instructor Tom and Rusty had told her about, a bully and a prude. He was skinny, prissy, and hadn't even outgrown his adolescent pimples, and he had a crew cut-she hadn't seen a crew cut in ages, but it must say something about Vaughn's life style. However, this was no time to analyze character: she had to think fast, or she and the boys would be in a terrible mess. Rusty and Tom were in a complete, frozen panic, unable to reply to Vaughn's outraged questions. Carefully controlling her voice to sound calm and business-like, Angela addressed him.
"My name is Mrs. Angela Gordon. You are Mr. Vaughn?"
The young man reddened but nodded.
"Very well," Angela continued. "I have a few things to say to you, Mr. Vaughn. We are not interested in your opinion of what we were doing. What we were doing, in fact, is none of your business. The boys are truant from camp, we all admit that, and you may take them back with you now. But they are not to be punished for anything else. Is that clear?"
She hoped desperately that her bluff would work, and she tried not to let anxiety show in her face as she watched Vaughn's reaction. At first he seemed intimidated by her firmness, but as he mulled it over, it became clear that she had lost. He slowly flushed with anger, and his voice came out in shrill hatred.
"You can't be serious, Mrs. Gordon! You have committed an act of sexual perversion on two minor boys, and you expect me to do nothing about it? Nonsense! I'm taking Tom and Rusty back to camp immediately, and then I'm calling the police. If there's any justice or decency left in this world, you'll be arrested and sent to jail! As for these poor, misguided children, I'm sure a spell in reform school will teach them the lesson they need!" Turning away from Angela, he growled at Tom and Rusty, "Get dressed, right now!"
This threat was enough, at last, to rouse the two boys from their paralysis of terror. Both leaped up white-faced but angry, and they began to babble their protests.
"Go fuck yourself!" cried Tom. "We don't have to do anything you say! And we won't let you hurt
Mrs. Gordon!"
"Right!" shouted Rusty. "We'll hold you here, somehow, till she gets away, and then we'll run away, too! You'll never get us!"
Vaughn sputtered with rage, and the boys returned his furious stare, small fists clenched and ready to defend themselves and Angela. Rex, alerted by their posture and desperate tone, stood growling menacingly at Vaughn, the hair standing up rigidly along his back. Angela was the only one who seemed to remain calm. She was studying Vaughn closely, getting an idea.
What would be his weak spot? Every person was vulnerable to intimidation in some way, and in the case of a self-righteous puritan like Vaughn, it might very probably have something to do with his reputation. If there were any threat to his public image, any" tarnish on his supposed purity, he would be much less likely to take action against them. Suddenly, she knew she had it! It was wicked, but it might just work!
Smiling mysteriously, her voice firm and commanding, Angela addressed the boys: "Hold his arms!"
"Wha-!" sputtered Vaughn, as Rusty and Tom instantly obeyed Angela's order, seizing him firmly by his skinny arms. He struggled, but he was not a large man, and the two boys were healthy and husky. After a vain attempt to break loose, he glared at Angela. "What the devil do you think you're doing? Do you think you can intimidate me by using force?"
"Why, no, Mr. Vaughn," purred Angela, "I'm a civilized person, and I wouldn't dream of such a thing. But I must warn you, if you try to break away, Tom will order his dog to, uh-detain you. Right, Tom?"
"Right!" the boy affirmed.
Vaughn glanced nervously at the big, bristling dog and turned pale. "What do you want?" he squeaked.
"Relax, Mr. Vaughn," Angela smiled. "I only want to try to persuade you that your ideas are mistaken. You won't be hurt. Now, just listen to me for a moment. You have decided to be outraged and disgusted by what you saw. Why? No one was murdered or robbed or beaten up. No one was forced or harmed in any way. In fact, all you saw was three people having a good time. Why should that bother you?"
"But-but-" stuttered the bespectacled young man, "it was wicked! It involved sex!"
"Indeed?" Angela said and smiled. "What's so terrible about that, Mr. Vaughn? Sex is merely a natural function of the human body, like eating or sleeping. Everyone needs it. Even you, Mr. Vaughn."
Vaughn flushed indignantly. "Not like that, I don't! Not in that unspeakably filthy way!"
"'Filthy'?" Angela replied wonderingly. "It didn't seem filthy to us."
"It sure didn't!" Rusty said.
"You shouldn't be so uptight, Mr. Vaughn," added Tom. "I bet you'd really dig doing it, if you'd just relax."
"My God!" sputtered Vaughn.
"I think the boys are right," Angela replied mischievously. "In fact, we'll just give you a demonstration to prove our point. I'm sure you'll think differently afterwards."
She winked at the boys, who grinned at her like fellow conspirators, then walked slowly toward Vaughn. In spite of himself, he hadn't been able to stop looking at her body all the time she was talking, and how he felt his eyes irresistibly drawn to the big black triangle of her pussy fur, and to the enormous, swaying globes of her breasts. He swallowed hard and forced himself to look away, but his composure didn't last more than a second. He suddenly felt her hand on his crotch, snaking gently between his legs to cup and squeeze his balls through the cloth of his khaki shorts. Her touch was expert, soft but lascivious, and in spite of himself he closed his eyes to enjoy it, though he let no reaction appear on his face. As she continued to massage and squeeze his testicles, she spoke to him in a husky, sensual voice.
"You enjoy that, don't you, Mr. Vaughn? That's only natural, nothing to be ashamed of. Any normal man likes to have his balls played with like this. And you enjoy having a woman play with your cock, too, don't you?" As she said this, she slid one hand over his fly and rubbed his limp penis, making him twitch involuntarily and rub against her palm. "Yes, that's nice, isn't it? But it would be even nicer if your shorts weren't in the way. I'll just take them off, and then I can play with you a lot better."
Vaughn opened his eyes and gawked down at her, as she quickly knelt before him, unbuttoned his shorts, and slid them down to his feet. He was too stunned to make an articulate comment, only managing a kind of startled squawk. She then pulled down his Jockey shorts, too, leaving him naked from the waist down. Vaughn was horribly embarrassed, but his thoughts were quickly distracted as he felt her warm hand on his bare balls.
Angela felt some pity for the young man. Not only was he obviously humiliated at being stripped, but the reason for his humiliation was fairly plain: his testicles were quite small for a grown man, his penis short and thin. Poor Mr. Vaughn, she thought, not very well hung! Still he seemed to be responding to her touch. She massaged his balls a little more, then, tickling them teasingly with one hand, she curled her fingers around his flaccid penis and started a gentle pumping of the soft, white shaft. Vaughn sighed involuntarily, and Angela felt his cock twitch and stiffen slightly in her caressing hand.
Rusty and Tom kept a firm hold on thencounselor's arms, but all their attention was directed to what Mrs. Gordon was doing with him.
They understood her plan now, and it looked like a swell idea: if she could get Vaughn horny, if she could get him to fuck her or let her suck him off, he'd be just as guilty as they were and wouldn't dare report them! The boys exchanged knowing grins, then gawked as Mrs. Gordon pulled down Vaughn's Jockey shorts. So that was what a grown-up cock looked like! It was very impressive to Tom and Rusty, who didn't realize how relatively small it was. His cock and balls were about twice the size of theirs, sporting protective dark hair that seemed coarse, wiry, and menacing. Both boys sighed and envied Vaughn his adult equipment.
"I'm glad you're enjoying this, Mr. Vaughn," Angela was saying softly, as she felt his prick continue to twitch and stiffen in her pumping hand and felt his balls beginning to throb and swell beneath her tickling fingers. "But I have something even nicer in mind."
Vaughn gripped his lips between his teeth, trying to stifle his sighs and moans of arousal. Damn the woman! She'd unerringly discovered his one weakness, his unconquerable need for sex! The delicious play of her skillful hands on his cock and balls was bad enough, threatening to give him an erection, but now she was going to do something else as well. He prayed that his self-control would hold out, that he wouldn't disgrace himself by getting a hard-on from her lewd and nasty efforts. He felt her lay his half-limp cock in the warm palm of her hand, then fasten her fingers knowingly around the wrinkled foreskin and begin to nudge it back, slowly but firmly, stimulating the sensitive hidden glans beneath. Oh, no...! He couldn't hold out against that! He clenched his teeth and tried desperately to think of something else, something neutral, as he felt the soft summer wind tickling the steadily exposed glans of his penis. Then suddenly he gave a deep growl of pleasure as Angela abruptly sucked his cock into the soft furnace of her mouth.
"Uhhhhh!" sighed Vaughn. Oh, Jesus, it felt good! She really knew what she was doing, pressing his cock securely between wet, hot tongue and sucked-in silky cheeks, sucking and stretching and squeezing his prick with dizzying, delicious pressure. He groaned again, and his cock leaped into stiff and urgent erection, banging the slick roof of her mouth and seeking the spongy depths of her throat. She gurgled knowingly as he filled her mouth with his helpless hard-on, and she began to suck him faster, harder, while his balls swelled nearly to the bursting point and he began to work his hips, jabbing his cockhead steadily deeper into the velvety receptacle of her throat.
"See, Mr. Vaughn?" said Rusty excitedly. "It's really great, isn't it?"
But the older man did not reply, did not even hear the boy's innocent question. He could perceive nothing now but Angela's mind-blasting sucking and tonguing of his cock into ever-stiffer erection. He moaned helplessly as he felt all his resolve and self-control vanish, as he realized that the only thing in the world he wanted was to cum, quickly and explosively. To hell with everything else, he thought wildly, just let me cum!
He jerked his hips furiously now, ramming her wet mouth brutally, his inflated, shaggy balls slapping loudly and obscenely against her chin, his body erupting in sweat. Angela knew how close he was to cumming, and she prepared for his final humiliation. She would not let this snobbish, vain young man cum in her mouth-that was a privilege reserved for those who had earned it. She would make him fuck her, make him service her like a hired stud-and he would have no choice but to obey. Abruptly and cruelly, she pulled her mouth off his wildly stabbing penis, leaving it to wag bewilderedly in the air.
"Oh, Christ, no!" wailed Vaughn. "Don't stop now! Make me cum, please!"
Angela grinned wickedly. "But, of course, Mr. Vaughn! I just thought I'd work in a little sex education while we're at it. The boys can watch you fuck me, so they can learn how it's done-that's so much better than getting it out of some textbook, don't you think?"
Vaughn gawked. "But-but I couldn't do it in front of THEM!"
"Why not?" cooed Angela. "They don't mind.
You do want to fuck me, don't you?"
She sank back on the sand, spreading her legs wide to show him her gleaming red slit, smiling seductively at him and drawing up her knees. Vaughn licked his lips, shuddered with horniness, and felt the unbearable ache in his stiff-swollen cock.
"Oh, goddamn it, yes!" he howled.
"Let him go, boys," purred Angela.
The boys released their hold on Vaughn's arms, and the skinny young man made a flying leap onto Angela, snarling with lust and wriggling his pelvis quickly, roughly, between her out-flung legs. Blindly and desperately he rammed his bloated, purplish cockhead against her dripping, pulpy labia, then squealed with relief as he felt his prick slide suddenly into the burning slickness of her cunt.
"Ahhhhhh! God, yes!" he shrieked. "Let's fuck!"
Angela giggled, but as the frantic young man began to drive his rock-hard penis deeper and deeper into her creaming cunt, banging her so hard that her buttocks scraped against the sand, she was quickly caught up in a sexual frenzy of her own. It was just the kind of fuck she'd been needing so badly, the kind she'd thought she'd never want, the brutal, animalistic assault of an adult male. She gave herself up to it, closing her eyes and enjoying the increasingly rough and deep penetration of Vaughn's hard-driving cock. He was very close to cumming, and the first tentative spasms caused him to jerk his hips fiercely and saw savagely inside her.
"AAAGGGHHHHH!" Vaughn exploded in his desperately needed orgasm, his body deliciously rocked and shaken, his prick pumping steaming jets of sperm deep into Angela's receptive belly.
"Ah, ah, aaaahhhhHHHHH!" answered Angela, as his hot seed and joyous pumping triggered her own release. How good it was, how much better than anything else, to be swiftly and forcefully fucked to a blinding cum!
The two young boys watched in undisguised admiration as the two adults writhed and howled on the sand. So that was how grown-ups did it! It was wild, all right, much more powerful and virile than their own puny efforts aboard Angela's big dy. Tom and Rusty watched goggle-eyed as Vaughn's seemingly enormous prick, swollen, red, and steaming, rammed and stretched Angela's juicy cunt until all his sperm was shot.
"Ahhhh, Christ!" Vaughn collapsed onto the huge cushion of Angela's tits, dizzy and drained. He felt like a new man, now that he'd gotten his rocks off, but he knew it wouldn't last. He knew he'd been tricked. Angela's sly words confirmed it now.
"Well, Mr. Vaughn," she said, slipping out from under him and jumping to her feet, "I see you don't disapprove of sex after all! That's nice! And since you've just finished doing the same thing we did, you won't have anything to report to the police."
Sputtering, Vaughn fumbled into his clothes while Angela and the boys smirked and watched. He'd get even, by God, somehow he'd get even with them! He couldn't think of a way, right now, but something would come to him. For the present, however, he was outwitted. As the woman said, he had nothing to report, nothing to accuse them of that he hadn't done himself.
"Come on, damn it," he snarled at the boys.
"No punishment?" grinned Angela.
"You know damned well there won't be-THIS time!" Vaughn spat. He turned and stamped off down the trail, followed by the sniggering boys.
CHAPTER TEN
Angela watched until Vaughn and the boys had disappeared in the distance and then, too exhausted yet to return to the cabin and dress, she lay down in the warm grass of the hillside. It had been a very long day for her, but at last the excitement was over. She had convinced the boys that their beautiful but dangerous activities must end, and she had nullified the threat from Vaughn. Now all she had to do was get used, again, to being alone. The bizarre sexual scene of the last few days seemed unreal to her now, something that she, Angela Gordon, could not possibly have done. It was time to return to her old way of life.
She sighed deeply and sank farther into the grass, closing her eyes to feel the penetrating warmth of the sun on her naked body. Three thundering orgasms in one day-from boys, dog, and man-had completely drained her, and it wasn't long before she felt herself drifting into sleep. Well, it didn't matter now, she had nothing else to do with her time....
For a while Angela slept deeply and dreamlessly, her body caressed and protected by the sunlit grass. It was only half an hour later that the strange, exciting dream began. In the dream she was lying on her bed naked, too warm to pull up the covers, her legs spread to catch all the cooling currents of a soft breeze. A vague figure was approaching her across the bedroom. She couldn't make out who it was, the image was too blurred, but she sensed somehow that it was a man and that he had no harmful intentions. She thought she should at least put on a robe or pull up the sheet to cover herself, but she was too tired and sleepy to move.
The shadow-man continued to approach her, and still Angela remained in a coma of laziness, unable even to smile or speak a word to the stranger. Somehow it didn't matter, she knew he wouldn't hurt her. She closed her eyes, and presently she felt warm, gentle breath on her lower belly, through the protective forest of her mons. Instinctively she opened her legs wider in invitation, and the warm breathing moved downward between her legs. She sighed with its caressing of her exposed clit and labia, its slow wafting over her cunt mouth and anus. The stranger was inspecting her closely.
"Ahhhh," Angela sighed in her sleep as the blurry intruder suddenly began to use his tongue in tender exploration of her genitals. There was a delicious, slow circling of her fat clit, then a slick tracing along the puffed folds of her labia. The stranger licked probingly at the slightly bruised mouth of her vagina, but there was no pain, only a pleasant bath of saliva that made her sigh again and open her legs even wider for more of his attention. His tongue found her wrinkled anal mouth and cleaned it briskly, wetly. It all felt so nice, so beautiful, that Angela's cunt creamed a welcome, oozing a little spurt of hot juices which the stranger gently licked up. Dear God, it felt good! She hoped he'd go on doing it for hours....
When Vaughn and Rusty and Tom had headed back for Camp Willow Creek, they were much too preoccupied with their own scene to remember the dog Rex. No one called him, and so, when he returned from chasing a squirrel in the woods, he found himself alone. Or so it seemed. He looked around for his young master, for any human being, but found none. However, when he sniffed the air, he smelled the woman. He could never forget that smell now, that fruity, pervasive aroma of female sexual arousal. He didn't see her, but he knew she was nearby.
Eagerly the St. Bernard searched the beach, then the wooded hillside, looking for the woman. In a few minutes he found her, sound asleep in the grass. The well-trained dog knew better than to disturb a sleeping human being. He lay down in the grass near her and waited. If he was patient and obedient, she might play with him or feed him when she woke up.
But even Rex's good canine manners were susceptible to more powerful forces. As he lay in the grass, the scent of the woman's genitals caught his nose again, wafting strongly from between her wide-spread legs to tease and arouse him. The big dog stared longingly at her dark-furred snatch and the gleaming red parts below it. He was torn between compelling but conflicting urges: all his training told him to remain still, not to bother the woman, but all his sexual instincts told him to move closer, to get more of the delicious scent she offered. Vague but tantalizing memories came to him, of licking her there and tasting her juices, just as he would a female dog before mounting her. The woman had not protested then-why should she be angry now?
Hesitantly Rex got to his feet and padded silently over to Angela. He stepped very carefully between her legs, being certain not to brush her with his fur and wake her up. Then he lowered his big head and sniffed. Yes! This was the place he remembered, the pungent source of all those exciting smells. Eagerly the dog sniffed pussy fur, clit, labia, cunt and anus. He felt saliva pool in his mouth and shivered as he tried to resist the urge to lick and taste. But it was too much for him. Even years of training by human beings was not sufficient to overcome age-old instinct, to override the most powerful instinct of all, the urge to mate. Rex, trembling with excitement, allowed his dripping tongue to loll out and flick the puffy red flesh between the woman's legs. The taste captured him completely and he couldn't stop licking now.....
In her dream Angela was ecstatic, moaning softly and opening her legs wider and wider as the gentle stranger licked every exposed surface of her vulva and anus. It was the most delicious erotic experience she'd ever had. The stranger's tongue was very large, slippery, and flexible, and it drooled a steady stream of hot saliva that was better than a warm bath. At first tonguing only the surface, he soon moved on to less accessible places, the inner lips of her labia, the sunken shaft of her clit, the first inch of her recessed cunt. Then, as his expert, forceful tongue wriggled hotly inside her clenched anus, Angela began to gurgle deep in her throat, utterly abandoned now to this wildly sensual experience.
She smiled in her sleep as the stranger's tongue thoroughly and leisurely reamed her asshole, taking out every pungent source of scent and making her whole pelvis twitch with small jolts of pleasure as the big, slick tongue probed and curled within her. Then, having exhausted that source of sensation, the stranger withdrew his tongue, licked and sniffed tentatively along her vulva, and then snaked swiftly and wetly into the creaming passage of her cunt.
The fat, long tongue was stuffing her cunt deliciously now, reaming and sucking out all its juices. But the more it sucked and lapped, the more juices she made, aroused now to a creaming frenzy of horniness, wanting him to probe and lick her convulsing cunt until she came. Half roused from her sleep, her impulse was to throw her arms around him and urge him deeper into her. She reached out for him-and her hands clutched thick long fur.
"My God!" Angela sat up, blinking, awake now but still dazed by the erotic power of her dream and shocked to find the big dog Rex standing between her legs and busily licking her cunt. Of course she understood now why she'd had the dream-it had been directly produced by the dog's sniffing and licking her genitals as she slept. At first she was violently angry at such obscene trickery, but she was quickly struck by the ludicrousness of it all, and she laughed and pushed the dog away.
"Go on, Rex!" she commanded. "No, bad dog!"
The St. Bernard backed up very reluctantly. Why did he always get pushed away and thwarted just when his excitement was at its peak? His leisurely licking and tasting of the woman's parts had set up an insistent urge in his testicles, an unbearable need to ejaculate. And now she was stopping him from going any farther! It was too much to bear!
Rex howled mournfully. Angela understood his frustration-the fact that he had been sexually aroused by her taste and odor, and that he needed a female partner-but there was nothing she could do about it.
"Poor Rex," she said gently, patting his big head and meeting his gloomy gaze, "I'm sorry! You ought to run around the lake and try to find a lady dog. That would really make your day, wouldn't it?"
Rex panted hotly and continued to stare at her with big, moist brown eyes. She had petted him, maybe she liked him. He wished there was some way he could communicate with her and tell her his need. He was sure she wouldn't object if she only knew how much he wanted to go on licking her, for she'd always enjoyed it before. But since he couldn't tell her, he had to show her. With a growl of excitement, the big dog nosed suddenly between Angela's legs, knocking her into the grass again, and licking eagerly all over her creamy slit.
"Rex!" she gasped. "No, NO! Bad dog!"
With a howl of frustration the dog withdrew and stood quivering between her legs, his eyes pleading and hungry. Angela sighed deeply. She felt terribly sorry for the dog, but she saw no way to help him out. If she allowed him to go on licking her, she'd only increase his excitement and, hence, his frustration. And she knew, too, that any more of his sensual licking would arouse her to a frenzy also-and that she certainly didn't need, now that she had no one to satisfy her.
"Well, Rex," she said, pushing him away again, "I'm sorry I'm not a dog, or that you're not a man. I wish we could help each other, but we can't. Now, you go back to the camp and see Tom. Go on:
Rex understood. He looked in the direction of the trail to Camp Willow Creek, thought of his master, and briefly wagged his tail. But he didn't want to go. He loved and missed Tom, but there was something far more urgent and compelling here with the woman. However, he saw that she was adamant, and he was not incapable of a little deception. Feigning obedience, he gave a bark of farewell and went bounding off down the path toward the boys' camp.
Angela sighed with relief and lay back in the grass again. It was really time to climb the hill to the cabin and start dinner, but she felt too lazy to do so just yet. In fact, she was sure she could doze off again in a second. It would be very pleasant to sleep in the warm, fragrant grass....
Rex loped out of sight around a corner of the trail, stopped, and snuck back again. He watched as Angela fell asleep, then crept up to her, sniffed, and nosed between her legs to take up his happy licking once more. Angela woke with an angry start.
"Rex! NO!" She meant business this time. She gave the big dog an angry, hard push, sending him sprawling on the grass. "Go home! Go!"
Rex felt shamed and naughty. Certainly he should obey her command, in strict accordance with his long years of training. But he was possessed of that strange urge now, the one that overcame all his learning and manners. Until he had satisfied that urge, he couldn't leave, no matter how much it violated his sense of duty. He stood up, trembling, and whined.
"Oh, damn it!" cried Angela. "Go hump a tree if you have to, but leave me alone!"
She rolled over on her belly to make her genitals unavailable to the horny dog. All she needed was a few minutes to get fully awake, to shake off her weariness, and then she would go up to the cabin where Rex couldn't bother her. He'd get tired and go home after that, presumably.
Rex pricked up his ears and stood at rigid attention as Angela rolled over and presented her huge white buttocks to his eager eyes. Could it be true? It was almost too wonderful to believe-but the woman had assumed the posture of a bitch in heat, a female dog inviting him to mount! Rex's bright red tongue lolled out, dripping saliva, and he felt his testicles stiffen and fill with sperm, felt his great canine penis thrust into hard erection. Yes, surely she was inviting him to mount and copulate with her....
With her face turned away from the St. Bernard, Angela could not see what he was doing or how he had reacted to her last angry words, but she noted with relief that he didn't howl or come nosing over to her. She heard him panting, but she assumed it was only preparatory to leaving and going home to his master. Now that her genitals weren't exposed to his inquisitive nose and eyes, he might forget about her....
"Wha-!" Angela gave a half-strangled exclamation as the huge dog suddenly and unexpectedly leaped onto her back, smothering her with his furry weight and knocking her breathless. Before she could breathe again or react in any other way, she felt his shaggy body wriggling excitedly against her buttocks, then the hot, hard poking of bare flesh in the clenched crease of her ass. "Rex! What in God's name-"
She stopped, suddenly afraid that the dog was angered and trying to hurt her. In terror of being clawed or bitten, she made her body go limp and submissive, praying that she would calm him in that way. But she felt no teeth or claws, only his feverish wriggling between her thighs, as if he were trying to snuggle close to her there, and then, again, the probing of hard, warm flesh. Oh, no! It came to her abruptly: the dog had seen her assume the posture of canine copulation, had misinterpreted her, and was attempting to mate!
"Oh, God!" shrieked Angela. This was too much, to be pinned beneath an eagerly rutting dog! It was true, of course, that she was no longer a sexual innocent, having just that day sucked off two little boys and loving every second of it-but to be fucked by a dog! Ghastly! Unthinkable!
"Rex! Down! Stop it at once!" she commanded.
But the St. Bernard was far beyond hearing her, let alone taking her orders. He was blindly in the grip of the most ancient and powerful instinct, and nothing could stop him now until he had found satisfaction. Seeing that he would not obey, Angela knew she must fight loose. She struggled to her hands and knees, intending to unbalance him and make him fall off her back, but in doing so she only unwittingly aided his purpose. Up on her knees, with her buttocks raised in the air, she was duplicating the posture of a receptive, willing bitch, and her vagina was now within reach of Rex's enormous stabbing penis.
Rex howled delightedly at the woman's apparent submission and began to stab furiously in an effort to penetrate her, his huge red penis battering the tender, slick flesh of her vulva. Now his hind legs were firmly between her thighs, forcing them apart, and with his shaggy forelegs he gripped her waist, holding her in position. His whole pelvis turned into a battering ram in his furious efforts to lodge his stiffened prick in her warm cunt.
Angela realized she'd made the wrong movement and had only encouraged and aided Rex in his frantic efforts to mate with her. She wondered dizzily what to do next, how to thwart him and get away. But at the same time, she couldn't help being aware of his huge penis making forceful, steady contact with her sensitive clit and labia. She'd never realized that a dog's prick was that large or could attain such a hard erection. Seized by curiosity, she reached around under his belly, fumbled for his penis, and found it. It was immense! It continued to jerk as she held it, enormously fat, long, and stiff. Angela imagined what it would feel like inside her cunt, and suddenly she stiffened with excitement and her vagina contracted sharply and oozed hot cream. My God, it would be wild, thrilling, to let the dog do it to her, to stuff and ram her with that huge prick! She licked her lips and shivered in horny anticipation.
"Dear God, what am I thinking of?" she said aloud.
What, indeed, was she coming to, getting aroused by an animal? No more of that! She would "Aaaaggghhh!" Angela gasped incredulously as Rex's enormous prick suddenly found its mark, tearing with breath-taking tightness into the resisting mouth of her cunt. "Nooooo! Oh, God, no!"
She fought to eject his invading penis, but in vain, her writhing and jerking only easing his penetration. She felt her vagina enormously stretched and stuffed, the pressure moving relentlessly upward, until she was completely filled with the dog's grossly swollen, rock-hard penis. It was so big and tight within her that she could hardly breathe, and she held quite still, fearing that any movement might tear her. Now that he had entered her and was holding her securely, Rex seemed less frantic. He moved into the normal, rather playful motions of dog-fucking, panting and drooling happily and feeding his penis in and out of her cunt in short, quick jabs. The movement was too gentle to hurt her, and Angela relaxed. She couldn't help enjoying the lascivious little pokes of his fat prick, the way each short thrust tingled and buzzed against the highly receptive tissues of her labia. She raised her ass a little, to get more of his thick penis, and her cunt began creaming in happy little gushes.
"Ummmmm," sighed Angela. There seemed no point in further resistance now. It would only be doubly cruel to Rex, and he was doing nothing to hurt her. It would probably all be over in a few seconds, anyhow. She let herself relax completely, digging the wild experience of being fucked from behind by the shaggy St. Bernard. Rex was in a hot-panting ecstasy of rutting, his furry face wreathed in a canine smile. His short, quick strokes were designed by Nature to work his penis gradually deeper into the vagina, till he had completed penetration and could ejaculate right at the mouth of the uterus He only vaguely sensed this fact, for his whole animal being was concentrated in the pleasant sensations that radiated from the head of his prick each time he thrust it against the hot, slick pulp of the woman's vaginal walls.
"Ahhhhh," Angela moaned, "Ahhhh, God, it's so nice! Good doggie, Rex, good doggie!"
She gurgled with joy as she felt the St. Bernard's fat penis working steadily deeper into her eagerly sucking cunt, as she felt herself stuffed, filled, and rammed as never before. It was the most exquisitely satisfying fucking she'd ever had, and she wished it could go on for a long time. But she knew that dogs placed no premium on lengthening the act, that, on the contrary, it was Rex's instinct to copulate to a fast release. She sensed the dog's swift flight toward orgasm in the way he was beginning to quiver and in the increased force and depth of his strokes. Now his hard, pointed cockhead was nearing the blunt mouth of her womb, the thick base of his penis stretching her vaginal opening so wide that labia and clit were tugged along with each powerful thrust, making her half-faint with pleasure. Certainly he was approaching his climax now, for he began to howl ecstatically and ram his pelvis against her buttocks with all the force he possessed.
"Uh, uh, UH, UUHHHH!" grunted Angela as the huge dog penis knocked her breathless in its thick, brutal stuffing of her hot cunt. The fucking became lewdly noisy now with the force of his jabs and the furious creamy spurting of her vagina, long sucking squishes and slurpings that echoed in the otherwise still forest. Even the obscene, juicy suction excited Angela, and she began to buck her hips in time to the dog's fucking, grinding and wriggling her wet cunt joyfully around the thick, long penis that hammered now against her cervix.
Suddenly Rex howled like a hungry wolf, and Angela felt a sudden burning wetness in the depths of her cunt, then an unbelievable flood of sperm shooting in fiery jets, thrust after thrust, until dog-seed squished hotly from her overflowing vagina and spattered against Rex's furry belly and ran in rivers down her thighs. Still it came, burst after burst of red-hot sperm, triggering Angela into a shrieking orgasm.
"Eeeeee!" she shrilled, pumping her hips frenziedly. "EEEEEE! Aaaaggghhhh! Yes, YES!"
Her knees gave way, and she fell flat into the grass as the huge dog continued to fuck her full of his cum. She was only half-conscious, writhing and squealing with pleasure, as Rex at last finished with her and jerked his long rubbery penis out of her oozing vagina. He was blissfully satisfied now and restored to his normal, obedient self. He knew he was late in getting back to his master and must go now. There was only one task left. Nosing between Angela's legs, he licked her dry of all his seed, and the ecstatic woman moaned delightedly as he did so.
"Nice doggie...." she said and sighed. With a final, friendly slurp of his tongue, Rex withdrew from her and bounded off down the trail. Angela rolled onto her side and watched him go, her body still throbbing and quivering from the powerful orgasm he'd given her. My God, she'd never been so well fucked before, and she never expected to be again. Drained and trembling, she got to her feet, swayed a little, then found her balance. She forced herself to make the long, slow climb up the hill to the cabin, sperm still oozing steadily from her numbed vagina, trickling down her legs and leaving little wet spots in the dust of the trail.
"I didn't do it," she muttered, "I couldn't have done it, I couldn't have let a dog fuck me...." But of course she had, just as she had obviously sucked the immature cocks of two young boys, just as she had earlier allowed them to ball her in her bed, and just as she had sucked that prissy camp counselor to an unwilling hard-on and then made him service her ... Yes, she had done all those things and loved doing them. The Angela of today was a complete stranger to her, an abandoned, utterly sensual creature who could not get enough sex....
She reached the cabin, staggered in, and turned on the shower, blushing as she realized that inside her womb was a seething mixture of man, boy, and dog cum. She couldn't wash that away, but at least she could clean the rest of her. Angela spent a long time under the cool shower, and when she finally emerged, she believed she had arrived at a firm decision about herself and her future. Thinking it all over, she saw plainly now that in her middle age she had experienced a sudden ripening of her sexual needs, and that she had turned to the first sources of satisfaction she could find. Masturbating, seducing the two little boys, practically raping poor Vaughn, and finally having intercourse with the dog-all these things did the job, but they were also calculated to get her into serious trouble. The only sensible thing was to return at once to the city and find herself a suitable lover.
At once? No, she was too exhausted and emotionally drained. A few stiff drinks before dinner, a good night's sleep, then she would go....
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Angela overslept the next morning and was angry with herself when she woke to find the sun high in the sky, the day already hot. She'd planned to leave very early and have all day for the long drive home. Now she'd be lucky if she reached the city before midnight. She had a quick breakfast and began packing.
Meanwhile, in their bunks at Camp Willow Creek, Rusty and Tom were having a discussion. Rusty kept watch out the window, to make sure Mr. Vaughn didn't sneak up on them, one of his favorite habits. He hadn't punished them yesterday, but he was sure to be looking for an excuse to do so. Now they were supposed to be in handicraft class, and if Vaughn caught them, there would be hell to pay.
"She didn't say we couldn't come there any more," Tom was arguing. "She didn't say we couldn't use the beach."
"I know," Rusty replied doubtfully, "but she didn't exactly invite us, either. I don't know, Tom. I don't want to make her mad. I really like Mrs. Gordon, and I wouldn't want to bug her."
"Me either," said Tom earnestly, "but it wouldn't hurt to just go over there and have a swim, would it? I mean, if she wasn't interested in-you know-we wouldn't push it, we'd just have our swim and leave. I don't see how that would bother her."
"Well, I guess not," Rusty admitted, "but you know that's not our real reason for going. I mean, the whole idea is to get her to change her mind."
"Sure," said Tom, "and how else are we going to try, if we don't even go over there? Come on, Rusty, if we don't leave now, we'll get roped into Vaughn's swimming class."
The two boys scurried out of the cabin and, after a brief look around, ran off down the trail, the dog Rex bounding after them....
Angela placed the last garment in her suitcase and closed the lid. Just one more check around the cabin, to make sure she hadn't forgotten anything, and she could leave. She regretted not saying goodbye to Rusty and Tom, and she hoped they wouldn't feel hurt, but she didn't trust herself to see them again. They would plead, she would melt, and before she knew it, she'd be right back to the wicked ways she had sworn to give up.
There was a knock at the door. Damn! Just when she was ready to leave. She wouldn't be at all surprised if it was that counselor Vaughn, sneaking back with a shit-eating grin on his face and eager to get laid. If it was, she'd happily push him off the porch. Angela strode to the door, flung it open, and sighed. There they were, Rusty, Tom, and Rex, all wreathed in smiles and looking at her with big, eager eyes. She knew exactly what was in their minds: be nice to Mrs. Gordon, coax her a little, and maybe she'll do it again. It made her angry, but she couldn't bear to be unkind to the boys.
"Hi, Mrs. Gordon," chirped Rusty. "Sorry to bother you, but we wondered if we could go for a swim."
"Certainly," Angela answered, "go right ahead. I'm leaving, anyhow."
"Leaving?" Tom asked in alarm. "You mean for supplies or something? You'll be back, won't you, Mrs. Gordon?"
"I'm afraid not, boys," Angela said gently. "You remember what we talked about yesterday, about all the trouble we could get into. And you must remember how Mr. Vaughn threatened to have us arrested-even if he doesn't carry out that threat, someone else could. I just think it would be a lot safer for everyone if I went away."
Both boys looked ready to cry. "Golly, Mrs.
Gordon," Rusty said shakily, "I suppose you're right, but it's really hard to take! I mean, I'm going to miss you!"
"Me, too!" cried Tom. "The only decent thing about being at this crummy camp was coming over to see you! Now we won't have anything!"
It distressed Angela to see the boys so upset. She realized how deeply fond she was of both of them, and she felt as sad as they did about parting. She didn't want to send them away feeling like that.
"Well," she said, "as long as you're here, you might as well help me finish up the food. There's some milk and cookies that should be eaten."
Angela ushered the boys into the living room and brought out the cookies and milk. Even the sadness of parting didn't dull their appetites, and they'd soon disposed of all the leftover food in the cabin. She watched them as they ate, not feeling very hungry herself, and she knew exactly what would happen next, the timid but persistent requests for "one more time." She even knew, wearily, how the argument would end, with the boys threatening to become tearful and her finally giving in. In fact, why go through all that tedious argument? Why not just announce the idea herself and get it over with?
As she was thinking along these lines, the boys, their hunger temporarily satisfied, were preparing to start their campaign of persuasion. They'd planned it on the way to Angela's cabin, and they'd agreed that in order not to put her off, they should begin with some light-hearted and innocent conversation.
"Rex was lost yesterday afternoon," Tom began, "but he found his way back."
"Lost?" Angela inquired politely. "Just when was that?"
"I guess it happened when we were walking back to camp with Mr. Vaughn," Tom said. "He didn't come with us, so he must have got lost on the way. He showed up about an hour later."
The boys noticed that Mrs. Gordon was blushing, but they couldn't understand why. "Well," she said brightly, "I'm glad he got back all right. Speaking of Mr. Vaughn, how did he act when you got back to the camp? Did he say anything more about punishment?"
"No," Rusty said, "and it kinda worries us. I mean, he's such a mean bastard, it just doesn't seem possible that he'd forget the whole thing and not try to get even somehow. I'm afraid he's saving something up for us, or maybe for you."
"All the more reason for me to leave, then," said Angela. "That way we can't possibly do anything that would give him an excuse to make trouble."
"I suppose so," Rusty replied gloomily. Tom decided it was time to take action; if Mrs. Gordon left now, they'd never have another chance. He snuggled up close to her on the couch and began to fondle her big breasts through the thin cotton of her blouse. "Say, Mrs. Gordon," he said softly, "since you're going, and we won't see you again, couldn't we-you know, just one more time?"
To their surprise, Angela laughed gaily. "Oh, you boys! You're incorrigible!"
"What's that?" the boys chorused.
"Never mind!" She grinned at them mysteriously. "I've been thinking, while you were having your snack-and it seems to me that there'd be nothing wrong with giving you a sort of goodbye present."
"A present?" queried Rusty. "What do you mean, Mrs. Gordon? You don't have to give us anything. You've been nice enough already."
"Oh, I think you'll be glad to have what I'm going to give you," teased Angela.
"What is it?" chirped Tom.
"Oh, it's a surprise," Angela answered. "If you want it, you'll have to stand up and keep your eyes closed."
"Oh, boy!" cried Rusty. "Don't make us wait too long, okay?"
"Okay. Now close your eyes."
The boys obeyed, and Angela quickly knelt in front of them and unzipped their jeans almost before they knew what was happening. Swiftly and expertly she slipped down their jeans and shorts, then grabbed a fat, limp boyish cock in each hand.
"Surprise!" she cooed.
"Oh, wow!" said Tom. "Just what we wanted!"
"Yeah," breathed Rusty, "and it's not even our birthdays!"
Angela chuckled, glad to have made them so happy. It would be a joyful parting after all, for the two boys could hardly feel sad after she'd given them a farewell blow-job! When that was done, she'd leave, knowing she'd done her best to ease the pain of separation.
"Now," she crooned, "just lean on me, and I'll make you feel very nice."
"Ummm," Rusty said in happy anticipation of having his cock sucked, "it sure would be great to have a mother like you, Mrs. Gordon!"
"Why, Rusty!" Angela said and laughed. "This certainly is not something that mothers do for their sons!"
"Well," said Tom earnestly, "I sure wish mine did!"
"Ssshhh!" Angela ordered.
Both boys were quiet and still then, their eyes closed, their small hands resting on Angela's shoulders. She began her "good-bye present" by abruptly wriggling a little finger into each of their small, tight anuses, and the boys squealed, then sighed and twitched their slim buttocks to urge on her mischievous tickling and pumping. With her free fingers she began to rub and tickle their sagging little balls, bringing sighs of delight from the boys, and then she flicked out her hot red tongue and lashed each drooping little penis in turn, while Tom and Rusty writhed lustily and began to breathe faster. It didn't take long. Under her expert triple assault of anus, balls, and cock, the boys experienced swift engorgement and stiffening of their immature testicles and pricks. When that was accomplished, Angela began nibbling and sucking back the tender, wrinkled foreskins, eager to taste the tiny red glans.
"Oh, man!" squealed Rusty. "That feels great!"
"Outa sight!" agreed Tom. "But, golly, Mrs. Gordon, if you keep on like this, we'll both cum in no time, and it'll all be over! Since we're hard now, couldn't we fuck you instead?"
"Yeah!" cried Rusty. "That would be cool! That way you could cum, too, Mrs. Gordon!"
It didn't strike Angela as a bad idea, either. She might as well get some relief herself, for, much as she loved sucking off the handsome little boys, it couldn't bring her the orgasm she so badly needed.
"All right, boys," she agreed. "Let's go get comfortable in my bed."
"Whoopee!" shouted Tom. "Will you take off your clothes, too, please, so we can play with you?"
Angela blushed but nodded her agreement. Already she was feeling fiercely horny at the thought of being fondled and fucked by the two boys. She walked ahead of them into the bedroom, and while Rusty and Tom drew back the covers, she quickly removed her clothes.
As always, Rusty was overcome with awe and curiosity at the unbelievable size of her tits. Each was practically as big as his head, and as she walked towards the boys, both enormous blue-veined globes shivered and swayed like over-ripe fruits ready to drop from the tree. Rusty scurried up to her and put a trembling little hand under each huge tit, then, on a sudden impulse he didn't understand, he began to suck and tongue the long, hard brown nipples. Angela gasped in surprise but didn't stop him. She'd never had her nipples sucked and licked before, and she was astounded at how beautiful it felt. As if there were a nerve directly connecting tits and cunt, her vagina contracted vigorously and began its excited, hot flow of juices. Rusty, too, enjoyed what he was doing. It seemed to satisfy some basic instinct he had forgotten, and he obeyed the urge to draw the whole nipple into his mouth, enjoying its combination of bumpiness and silkiness, sucking greedily and loudly.
Tom was more interested in Mrs. Gordon's wide, thick patch of dark, curly mons hair, and in the wet, slick flesh between her legs. While Rusty continued his juicy sucking of her tits, Tom petted her soft pelt of pussy fur, then wriggled an inquiring finger between the concealed lips of her mons, found her hotly oozing cunt, and slipped his finger inside, slowly pushing upward as far as he could reach. It was so hot and slick in there! He remembered, with a sting of excitement, how wet and burning and slippery it had been around the probing shaft of his cock, and while he gently fingerfucked her vagina, Angela answered with a warm gush of cunt juices that soaked and tickled his hand.
Angela quivered with pleasure at the delicious play of Rusty's mouth on her nipples and Tom's finger in her cunt. In feverish gratitude, she returned the favor, fumbling around until she touched the boys' tight little asses, locating their puckered anuses, and thrusting her little fingers inside to begin a delicious pumping and wriggling.
"Ahh!" squeaked Tom. "She's got her finger in my ass! Great! What about you, Rusty?"
"Me, too!" his friend panted. "I'll put mine in hers, and then we'll all be connected!"
Everybody laughed at this, but Rusty kept his promise, thrusting his little finger stiffly up Angela's somewhat larger anus. There was no noise in the room for a while except excited breathing and occasional squishes of air and anal juices, as the happy trio busily worked their fingers in and out of each other's assholes. Angela was getting her tits sucked and her cunt fingered as well, and the heady combination was making her so horny, she was ready to scream.
"Ohhh, that's enough, boys!" she said at last. "Let's get into bed and do some serious fucking!"
"Right on!" chorused the boys.
Angela crawled to the center of the big bed, and the boys jumped in on either side of her, small cocks stiff and ready.
"Who goes first?" piped Rusty.
"I hope it's me," said Tom. "My cock feels ready to bust!"
"Well, so does mine!" objected Rusty.
"Hold on, both of you!" Angela said. "I'd hate to cause a fight between good friends! Just let me think for a second-there may be a solution."
Absently fiddling with the boys' small, stiff pricks, her curled fingers gently pumping the silky shafts, Angela considered what to do. The impatient boys renewed their attentions to her big white body, Rusty fondling and sucking her huge sagging breasts, Tom burrowing between her legs to caress and probe her juicy clit, labia, and cunt. It was a pleasant distraction, but Angela forced herself to concentrate: how could she satisfy both boys at once? She could suck them off simultaneously, as before, or she could suck one off while the other fucked her-but both had expressed their desire to fuck her. She knew little of "different" sex practices, and it looked as if she would have to devise her own solution. Suddenly she blushed all over as a wicked idea came into her head: of course, she had two orifices for the boys to fuck, not just one! She hadn't considered anal intercourse before, because the idea repelled her in principle. But, really, what was wrong with it? She'd just gotten highly aroused when Kusty wriggled his finger into her asshole; and when the dog Rex had licked her there, had penetrated her anus with his huge tongue, she'd gone out of her mind with the pleasure of it. Obviously, then, if fingers and tongue felt good, the best thing of all would be a small boy's stiffened, finger-like cock!
"I have the answer, boys!" she announced eagerly. "We can all do it at once!"
"What?" They were puzzled.
"I'll show you," Angela said. "Just do as I say."
The plump middle-aged woman woman lay on her side between the boys, her huge tits sloping down to trail their brown nipples on the sheet, her inner thighs already slick and juicy from oozing vaginal cream. Her heart pounded wildly as she thought of being double-fucked by the two handsome young boys.
"Now, Rusty," she said, "you put your cock in my cunt, then I'll show Tom what to do."
The eager boy obeyed, snuggling up close to her, his curly red head nudging her enormous tits, his arms curling shyly around her waist to hold himself in position. With some fumbling maneuvers of his hips, he managed to get his hard little prick through the tangle of her pussy fur, into the hot, moist space between her legs. A little more blind pushing, and both Rusty and Angela gave a deep sigh as his small fat cock nosed the dripping mouth of her vagina and was swiftly sucked inside by the eager, squishing contractions of her cunt. Rusty clenched his teeth and thrust harder, while Angela used her cunt muscles to grip and pull his small penis, and in a moment he was fully lodged, his fat little balls resting snugly in the forest of her snatch, his tingling cock moistly and hotly held in the furnace of her cunt.
"Ahhhh!" Rusty said. "Can I start fucking you now, Mrs. Gordon?"
"Not just this minute, Rusty," Angela said reluctantly. "Hold still and be patient. We have to get Tom in, too."
"Yeah," said Tom, lying enviously on the other side of her, "I don't wanta be left out! What do I do, Mrs. Gordon?"
"You put your cock in my asshole, Tom," Angela ordered.
"Huh?" the puzzled boy replied, then got the idea. "Oh! Yeah! Wild!"
Almost frantic to get his twitching cock buried in her juicy depths, Tom seized the enormous, doughy cheeks of her ass and labored to separate them and discover the place reserved for him. After some prying, he saw the large brown pucker of her anus, and he eagerly set the tip of his small hard prick against it, then pushed. Penetration was not as easy as he expected. His cock only banged futilely against the hard, muscular barrier. Then, however, Angela sensed his problem and worked her anal sphincter to open the pungent brown mouth just wide enough for his small glans. Tom popped it in, felt his sensitive glans gripped firmly and hotly, and then he groaned with pleasure as Angela's powerful anal muscles sucked him quickly inside. It was much tighter than her cunt, but just as slick and juicy and hot. Tom wriggled happily to work his cock all the way in, until his balls tickled her huge ass-cheeks.
"Oh, man!" he sighed. "This is the greatest! Can we move now, Mrs. Gordon?"
"Yes, boys," purred Angela, "fuck away!"
Trembling with horniness, the boys commenced their plunging, sawing motions immediately, obeying the powerful instinct to bury their oozing cock-heads deeply and tightly in pulpy female tissue and wriggle to orgasm. The sensation of being fucked in both cunt and ass was so beautiful that Angela was at first stunned breathless, unable even to moan her pleasure. She was being stuffed and probed in the way she so desperately needed, her whole pelvis occupied and stretched by the alternate fierce plunges of two stiff young cocks. She closed her eyes and gave herself up to it.
"Ohhh!" she moaned. "It's wonderful! Fuck me, boys, fuck me all you want!"
Rusty and Tom were too busy to reply. As both struggled to shoot off the tension, the plump weight, in cock and balls, they were experiencing wild new sensations from the near collision of their jabbing pricks deep in Angela's hot musky passages. Separated only by a thin membrane of flesh, their hard-driving little cocks nudged and banged each other repeatedly, adding electric jolts of pleasure to the already dizzying joy of pounding their naked glans against the creaming flesh of cunt and anus. Greedy for even more sensation, they banged away even harder and faster, their slim young bodies beading with sweat, their breath coming in short gasps.
"Oh, oh, uhhhh!" grunted Rusty. "My cock's gonna explode!"
"Mine, too!" panted Tom. "Oh, Jesus, uhhhhh!"
Angela cooed and moaned steadily as she felt herself deliciously rammed and stuffed in two places at once. The boys were so eager and energetic that no effort was needed from her other than the steady contraction of vaginal and anal muscles to keep the short plunging rods in place. She felt herself flying swiftly toward thundering release, eager for the double bath of their hot young sperm.
"Oh, yes, yes!" she sobbed. "Harder, harder! Let's all cum together!"
As if by magic, her frenzied request was answered with blazing jets of cum that shot fiercely up her anus and vagina, the boys howling and jerking their slim hips spastically in delicious, sweaty climax. Angela felt as if her whole belly was drowned in sweet fire.
"Eeee!" she shrilled. "I'm cumming, oh, oh, YES!"
Rusty and Tom felt the massive contraction of cunt and anus around their pumping little cocks as Angela reached her own orgasm, and they were swiftly milked dry and dizzy. The small boys fell off Angela's big body to lie panting on either side of her, their little white cocks twitching out the last driblets of sperm, then sagging limply onto the boys' flat bellies. Angela lay exhausted, too, her numbed cunt and asshole streaming thick white cum that puddled on the sheet. It had been beautiful, so beautiful....
CHAPTER TWELVE
Outside the bedroom window, a tall, husky, middle-aged man watched in utter astonishment. He saw the furious double fucking of the little boys on the older woman's ample body, saw the trio fall apart in happy exhaustion, but still he could not believe his eyes.
On the previous evening, Tod Ames had received an anonymous phone call, a message so shocking and obscene that at first he believed it to be only a crank caller. But the prissy tenor voice had persisted: "I'm not joking, Mr. Ames, this is serious. An older woman living near the camp, a Mrs. Angela Gordon, has seduced your boy and his friend Tom. They go to her place every day and engage in all sorts of perverted sex acts. I saw it myself, today, but rather than get the boys involved with the police, I thought it best to call you. I can't give you my name, but if you doubt what I'm saying, come up here and check for yourself."
Of course Ames hadn't believed the anonymous caller. Rusty was too young to have any sexual urges yet. Why, the kid would far rather play baseball than even look at a girl! The whole thing was fantastic, impossible. Yet the mysterious caller's charges might just have some tiny foundation in fact. Perhaps this Mrs. Gordon was turning the kids on to drugs or some other dangerous and illegal practice. It occurred to Ames, too, that he'd been neglecting his son for a long time. He hardly knew the boy any more, he'd been away so much on business. All in all, it would be wise to drive up to Camp Willow Creek and see how Rusty was.
As he'd neared the camp, Ames had seen the mailbox labelled "Gordon" and had decided to go to the woman's place first, just to see what sort of person she was and perhaps even, if he was lucky, catch her red-handed in whatever it was she was doing with the boys. He'd parked some distance from the cabin, crept up to it quietly, and nosed around for a few minutes before he heard the strange noises from the bedroom window, a combination of sighs, groans, and grunts. He'd tiptoed over, peeked in, and there it was, right before his eyes, a sight he couldn't believe but had to believe!
Ames saw his eleven-year-old son happily and industriously balling a middle-aged woman nearly twice the boy's size, while Rusty's friend Tom was just as happily and busily fucking the woman in the ass. Paralyzed with astonishment, Ames made no sound or movement as he watched the scene through to the end and saw his young son and the other boy roll off the woman, their small cocks still spurting little droplets of cum. No, there could be no doubt about what had happened!
Ames suddenly felt himself flushing and choking with outrage. How dare the woman do such a thing! She must be in her forties, almost old enough to be the boys' grandmother! What the hell did she think she was doing, introducing those innocent little kids to sex, satisfying her own lust by corrupting them! Ames strode around to the door of the cabin and barged in. There was a St. Bernard dog on the porch, and it followed him inside, but he paid no attention to it. He located the bedroom, marched in with clenched fists and face strained with rage. The woman and the boys started as he entered and stared at him.
"Dad!" cried Rusty. "What are you doing here?"
"By God, young man!" thundered Ames. "You'd better tell me what you're doing here! I happened to be watching through the window, so don't bother to lie! I want a complete explanation, and now!"
Angela tried to get a grip on herself. This was a desperate situation, and panic wouldn't help. Forcing her voice into steadiness, she looked the big man in the eye.
"So you're Rusty's father?" she said. "Well, Mr. Ames, I'm Angela Grodon, and I suppose I'm responsible for everything you saw. I'll try to explain, but first would you mind telling us how you happen to be here on my property?"
Ames realized he was shaking with anger, and he tried to calm down a little as he replied to the woman's question. "I received an anonymous phone call last night, tipping me off, and I came to investigate. I have no idea who it was-a young man, apparently, with a rather high voice."
Rusty clapped a hand to his forehead. "Vaughn! It just had to be Vaughn! I knew he wouldn't leave us alone!"
"That bastard!" cried Tom. "Of course it was him!"
"Who's Vaughn?" asked Ames.
"The camp swimming instructor," Angela told him. "He happened to observe us yesterday, and I'm afraid he was just as upset as you are."
"You're damned right I'm upset!" shouted Ames. "I saw your whole filthy performance, lady, and as far as I'm concerned, you belong in jail or maybe in the nuthouse! I'm going to see that you get locked up, no matter where they decide to put you! I-"
"Now, just hold it!" It was Rusty, crimson with indignation, leaping off the bed and striding up to his father. "I have something to say, too, Dad! Before you make any more threats against Mrs. Gordon, I want you to know something: she's been like a mother to me, and she's given me a lot more love and attention than you ever did! She really cares about me. She doesn't go away all the time and leave me alone, she really listens to what I say, and she doesn't try to buy me off with money and presents the way you do. I don't know where you get off, hardly even seeing me or talking to me all my life, and then barging in here and telling me how to live! Maybe you can explain that!"
Ames turned completely pale, then covered his face with his hands. Everything Rusty said was true. Considering that Rusty had found more affection and concern from this woman than from his own father.
"My God...." muttered Ames.
Angela was on her feet now. "Rusty, get your father a chair. He needs to sit down for a while. Mr. Ames, I think the situation desperately calls for a drink. What about you?"
"Christ, yes!" Ames mumbled. "Please!"
Rusty brought a chair and Ames gratefully sank into it. Angela soon arrived with drinks, and he downed his in a few gulps.
"Now," said Angela, "let's just sit here and try to consider things calmly and reasonably, Mr. Ames. Is that all right with you?"
Ames was still feeling the sting of Rusty's bitter words. All he wanted now was to keep his son, to earn his trust and affection, and he knew he couldn't do that by shouting. "Yes," he said meekly, "that seems the best thing to do."
"Good. Now, as we told Mr. Vaughn, you saw just what you saw, and we're not making any excuses. The point is, we weren't hurting anyone, and no one was forced to participate. We're all happy together, and we simply don't see why anyone should be punished."
"Right, Dad," Rusty added, "if nobody's hurt, what's the problem? What makes it anybody's business but ours?"
"People are always saying how nasty and evil sex is," commented Tom, "but we don't think so, Mr. Ames. We all love each other, What's wrong with that?"
Tod Ames laughed helplessly. "I'm afraid I can't fight all three of you! And some of your arguments make a lot of sense, I have to admit. I get pretty sick of all these busybodies and self-appointed moralists who want to tell everybody else what to read, what to think, and how to act." He blushed and said more timidly, "I guess I was acting like one of those people, wasn't I, Rusty? You can't have much regard for me after that."
Rusty ran to his father and hugged him. "Don't feel so bad, Dad! It just took you awhile to see it our way, that's all. I still love you."
Angela felt sorry for the man. "Come and sit on the bed with us, Mr. Ames," she urged, "and I'll get you another drink. Of course all this has been quite a shock to you, and you can't expect to adjust to it instantly."
Ames obeyed, though he felt kind of funny sitting with three naked people and chatting away as if there were nothing unusual about it. He envied their cool and calm manner, their obvious affection for each other, and he wished they would treat him with the same warmth. He'd always wanted to be close to someone, but his stern, old-fashioned beliefs had prevented it. When his wife left him for another man, she'd remarked wearily, "I'm tired of living with an iceberg, Tod. I want a man who's not afraid to show his love."
Ames wondered if it would be any different with this woman, Angela Gordon. As they talked, he couldn't help sneaking glances at her voluptuous body, with its enormous white tits, its big soft triangle of mons hair, its sharply curving waist and hips. He'd never liked the boyish, fashion model look in women; he liked his with plenty of meat on them, with big warm bodies, and Mrs. Gordon was exactly his type. He found himself thinking how she was wasting herself on these little kids, immature boys with pricks too small to do the job, and how his eager cock would satisfy her much better.
"Are you, uh, married, Mrs. Gordon?" he asked.
"No," she said, "I was divorced a long time ago. I understand you're divorced, too."
"Yeah," Ames replied absently. He was thinking how desperately he wanted to reach out and cup her huge, swelling jugs, and how great it would be if they could get rid of the kids for awhile and have a different sort of "discussion" in bed....And as he thought these things, he felt a sudden warm engorgement in his balls, then an insistent twitching and stiffening in his cock.
"Hey, Dad," Rusty said, "I see you've really come around to our way of thinking!"
Ames saw that Rusty, Tom, and Angela were smiling down at his crotch, where his aroused penis was making an enormous, twitching bulge in his pants. He was very embarrassed and found himself blushing, but he couldn't help laughing, either.
"Yeah, I guess that's the kind of evidence you can't conceal!" he said and chuckled. "But it's kind of hard to sit here looking at you, Mrs. Gordon, and not feel anything."
"Call me Angela," she cooed, reaching out and gently rubbing the fat bulge of his crotch.
"Uh, you can call me Tod," he stuttered. "In fact, Angela, you can call me anything you like...."
His voice trailed off and his eyes blazed with rampant horniness as the voluptuous woman continued to rub and squeeze his fattened cock through the cloth of his pants. Oh, Jesus, she really seemed to know what she was doing, and he wanted to ball her so bad, he could hardly refrain from jumping on her. How could they get the kids to go away.
Angela continued to meet Tod's gaze with lazy, seductive eyes, but inside she was churning with excitement. Beneath her exploring hand she felt the largest penis she'd ever touched, and as she thought of how it would feel deep in her cunt, she began to flush with sexual arousal. Yes, she would like very much to be fucked by this rugged older man. Still smiling invitingly at him, she deftly slid her hand between his legs to cup and palpitate his balls. They were hugely swollen and hot in her hand, even through his pants.
Tod Ames moaned. He just had to have her! The way she was massaging his balls was just too much! He experienced a degree of horniness he hadn't known was possible, and his cock and balls swelled even tighter under her expert play.
"You look warm, Tod," Angela cooed. "Why don't you take off your clothes?"
"Huh?" Tod started from his horny fantasy. "Oh, yeah, good idea!"
He got rather stiffly to his feet-it was hard to walk with a hard-on like that-and began to remove his clothes. Angela and the boys stared in awe and admiration at his powerful, muscular, hairy body, and especially at his man-size testicles and penis. His balls seemed as big as oranges, roughly furred and hugely swollen, and his prick appeared as an enormous red sausage, the foreskin pressured back by the wet, purple eruption of his glans. Both boys sighed with envy: it would take years to grow a tool that size! Angela licked her lips greedily: now, this was her idea of a cock!
As Tod tossed aside the last garment, Angela impulsively leaped from the bed, knelt in front of him, and seized his huge wagging prick, giving it a quick wet lashing with her tongue, then greedily sucking it into her mouth.
"Hey!" said Tod. "Wha-Ahhhhh! Oh, Jesus, that feels great!"
Angela gave his prick a furious, noisy sucking, but it was far too big for her mouth; she could take in only about half of it, and it was stretching her lips painfully. She wouldn't be able to suck him for long, but that was all right. She wanted him to fuck her cunt, not her mouth!
As Tod shivered and sighed to Angela's delicious tonguing and sucking of his stiff penis, he noticed that the boys were watching pop-eyed, no doubt impressed by the size of his tool. As they watched, their own little white pricks began to perk up, twitching and rippling into a standing position. Ames laughed: the little buggers had been laid not half an hour ago, and they were ready to go again! He'd been thinking frantically of a way to get them out of the cabin, so he could screw Angela, but now he decided against making them leave. Though they seemed like mere kids to him, they had a man's needs now, and he knew all too well the aching frustration they'd feel if they were sent away with stiff unsatisfied cocks. Somehow Angela would have to take care of them all. And he somehow knew that this remarkable woman would think of a way to do it!
Angela's mouth was aching from the thick stretching of Tod's enormous prick. She had to give up. Releasing him, she sighed and said, "That's quite a mouthful! But now, how would you like to put it somewhere else?"
"Just show me where!" said Tod. "But I think we have a slight problem here. Everybody seems to want the same thing at once."
Angela glanced at the boys' eager, wagging pricks and laughed. "My, I never felt so popular in my life! Well, let me think a minute."
It wasn't long before she got a diabolical but delightful idea. "Come on, everybody," she said, "and I'll arrange you."
Angela had Tod lie on his back in the center of the bed and then told him to hold the boys on either side of his chest, so that they knelt in the curl of his big arms, their stiff little cocks aimed at each other. Then she stood back and admired her arrangement. It was a beautiful layout, all right: three strongly erect cocks awaited her, two small ones to lick and suck, and one mammoth one to enter and probe her wet, eager cunt. Trembling with excitement, she crawled onto the bed and straddled Tod's hair-matted belly, positioning her hot, dripping cunt-mouth over the huge purple bulb of his unsheathed glans. As she did so, she saw that his fiery, swollen cock was oozing its own juices, burbles of white cream from the dark hole of the glans, and she mischievously dismounted again in order to lick it all up.
"Awww, aggghhhh!" muttered Tod. "Christ, that's nice, but can we get on with it? My cock's about to burst!"
"We know the feeling," Tom said sympathetically.
Angela laughed and straddled him again, taking only the very tip of his bulbous cock-head into the wet, gaping mouth of her cunt. Then she leaned forward and seized the two boys' pricks in her mouth, sucking them in deeply and swiftly.
"Ooohhhh, yeah!" cried Rusty.
"Ahhhh, suck us, Mrs. Gordon!" squealed Tom.
Tod was a little shocked at the boys' unashamed lust, but that was quickly forgotten as he felt Angela suddenly plunge her burning-hot, cream-soaked cunt down over his achingly stiff cock. Her powerful vaginal muscles gripped and sucked at him, and he felt his entire prick deliciously sponged and suckled by silky, clinging cunt walls. Eagerly he returned her thrusts, ramming his huge cock swiftly up into her until he thundered against the neck of her womb and his great shaggy balls roughly nuzzled her ass.
"Ohhhh, baby!" he growled. "I'm going to ball you so hard, you'll bounce right up to the ceiling! Hang on!"
Angela could only gurgle her reply as she continued her sweet, noisy sucking of the boys' fat, jerking little pricks, but she wanted to scream with pleasure. With the first powerful thrust of Tod's great penis deep into her belly, she knew that this was the sexual experience she'd been longing for, the one she really needed, the expert, commanding fucking of an out-sized cock. She let her vaginal muscles relax now, opening herself completely to him, letting him take charge with his huge rolling, twisting thrusts, so strong and stiff that they lifted her right off the bed with every stroke. Oh, God, it was wonderful, she wished it would never stop! In her dizzy excitement, she sucked harder and harder on the two young pricks that wriggled and jabbed in her mouth, and Rusty and Tom squealed their delight and began to jerk their hips in time to her hot, wet sucking, their stiff little cocks rubbing and bumping each other in the spongy nest formed by her tongue and drawn-in cheeks.
Rusty wondered how his Dad was enjoying the wild, wonderful orgy of screwing and sucking, and he opened his eyes to glance at the older man's face. Yeah, he was digging it all right, his face twisted in a grimace of happy rutting, his forehead sweaty with effort. Rusty was glad. He was about to close his eyes again, to concentrate on Mrs. Gordon's delicious sucking of his prick, when he caught sight of something, blinked, and did a double take. What the hell? It was Rex, the St. Bernard, looking at him over Mrs. Gordon's shoulder! To do that, the dog had to be on her back, and what was he doing there?
At the same moment as Rusty saw it, Angela felt it. She almost spat out her delicious mouthful of cocks as she felt the sudden furry impact of the big dog leaping onto her back. Christ, what was he doing here? Tod must have let him in accidentally, and of course the damned dog had watched everything and had to get in on the scene. Rex had already worked his hind legs into position, between Angela's and Tod's, and had braced his forepaws on her shoulders. Now she felt his enormous hard penis nosing wetly around on her buttocks, seeking penetration. Jesus, what was he going to do? Tod was already more than filling her cunt with his mammoth cock, there just wasn't room for Rex's, too! Yet she knew the dog wouldn't quit until he'd ejaculated. Desperately seeking to calm him, Angela spread her legs wider and fumblingly maneuvered her ass around the dog's frantically stabbing prick until he was poking roughly at her anus. She opened her sphincter muscle, and the big dog's long, stiff penis slid inside, snaking quickly up the whole length of her asshole. Impaled both on Rex's thick dog-penis and on Tod's great, fat cock, she was stuffed so full she couldn't move. Both pricks suddenly plunged at once, thrusting deep into her, and she was forced to expel her breath in a loud gasp, the boys' frantically wiggling pricks popping from her mouth.
"UHHHHH!" she exploded, rammed breathless.
"What happened?" cried Tom.
"It's Rex!" Rusty said puzzledly. "He's on Mrs. Gordon's back, and-"
"Jesus Christ!" exclaimed Tod, opening his eyes to see two heads above him, Angela's and Rex's. The St. Bernard returned his gaze happily, his big red tongue lolling out and gleaming with saliva as he panted and worked his trembling penis in and out of the wonderful tightness of Angela's ass.
Angela managed to gasp, "It's all right, everyone! Rex isn't hurting anything. We can't leave him out of the fun, after all."
"Yeah," objected Tod, "but what's he DOING?"
As he spoke, the dog began to fuck Angela more rapidly, working his enormous penis deeper into her pungent, slippery asshole, his shaggy belly thundering against her buttocks and forcing her down harder on the thick impalement of Tod's cock. The pleasure was so immense, so mind-blasting, that Angela could hardly speak.
"He's-uh, uh, UH!-fucking me in the UHHHHH! In the ass! Oh, let him do it! It feels great!" She gasped, then caught her breath. "I want you all! I want to suck Rusty and Tom and I want you to fuck me, and I want Rex to stay, too! Ohhhh! Please!"
"You're the boss!" said Tod. "Back to work, boys!" He'd never met a woman like her, but already he was willing to follow her lead when it came to sex. If she wanted the damned dog to bugger him, it was fine with him. He had all he could handle, and all he wanted, already, in his delightful stuffing of her hot, slick cunt. He gave her a powerful thrust that jerked her off the bed and back again with a loud creaking of springs, wondered why she suddenly seemed heavier, and then realized that he was lifting both her and the dog. Well, what the hell? It didn't spoil the fun of fucking her. He heard the two little boys sigh, then felt them wriggle blissfully in his arms, as Angela once again sucked their cocks into her mouth. Tod groaned happily and began to bang her as hard as he could, knowing somehow that every creature on the bed, human and animal, was near a climax they'd never forget....
Outside the bedroom window a new face watched the incredible scene, a face pale and bespectacled and sour. Steward Vaughn, after making the anonymous phone call to Ames, was not content until he'd made sure of his revenge. Hiking out from the camp that afternoon, he'd made for Angela Gordon's place and hidden in the bushes, hoping to see Ames arrive and discover the filthy and shameful things the woman was doing with the boys. He'd be satisfied then, when he witnessed Ames's outrage, the punishment of the boys, and the arrival of the police to take way that dreadful woman. His heart had pounded with glee and sweet vengeance when he'd seen Ames creep up, spy through the window, and then storm outraged into the cabin. Just as he'd hoped! But when Ames didn't emerge again, when no police arrived, Vaughn began to feel uneasy. What was going on in there?
Vaughn crept up to the window, peeked in, and for a second blamed his faulty eyesight for the unbelievable scene that was taking place on the bed. Surely he couldn't be seeing it right! He squinted, focused again, and his mouth dropped open. He'd seen it correctly the first time, an incredible tangle of rutting bodies, the woman in the middle of it all, sucking the boys' cocks, while the dog fucked her in the ass and Tod Ames-the man who was supposed to punish them all!-blissfully screwed her from below.
Never had Vaughn witnessed or even imagined such an orgy of lust. He waited for nausea to sweep over him, for moral outrage, but as he continued to watch the fantastic scene in the bedroom, he felt something quite different. To his chagrin and alarm, he felt his balls puff up and his cock spring into stiff, eager erection. Some part of him, some corner of his mind that he could not control, was so powerfully aroused by the sight of the group fucking, that all he could think of was getting immediate relief. His eyes still glued to the orgy on the bed, Vaughn fumbled with his fly, pulled out his burning, hardened cock, and began to pump it frantically. Envy washed over him, he longed to join the happy group in the cabin, to be allowed a place in their contented little group. Why had he always been such a damned prude? Why had he cut himself out of such marvelous fun? He groaned, tightened his hand around his rippling cock, pumped harder....
Tod felt the almost intolerable swelling of his balls, the nearly blinding pleasure of thrusting deep into the hot, slick tightness of Angela's streaming, yielding cunt, and knew he was close to a bomb-like cumming, a release that would blast him senseless. To add to his excitement, he could feel every thick thrust of the St. Bernard's huge penis as it worked in time to his own strokes, rubbing hard against his cock through the thin silky membrane that separated cunt and asshole. In his strong arms the boys panted and jerked their hips as Angela noisily sucked their happily bruised little rods, pressing them together and pumping them wetly between tongue and palate.
"Ohhhh! Mrs. Gordon!" shrieked Tom. "I'm gonna cum, I just know it!"
"Me, too!" squealed Rusty. "Here it is, oh, oh, aaahhhhHHHHHH! I'm cumming!"
At the same moment, Rex gave a piercing howl as his frantic reaming of Angela's colon sent a jolt of orgasm up his twitching penis, then another jolt and another, stronger each time. Man and boys and dog all emitted long howls and gasps as they shot their cum into Angela from every direction, bucking fiercely against her so that her whole big body rocked and shook, her enormous tits flapping with the impact.
Angela felt herself fainting with pleasure as hot bursts of sperm inundated and burned and steamed in her mouth, cunt, and anus. The boys' delicious, salty cream filled her mouth as fast as she could swallow it, while the fiery flooding of her belly with man and dog-cum jolted her into the most powerful climax of her life. Her steady groaning nearly drowned out the voices of her male partners, and she furiously worked with the muscles of mouth, cunt, and anus to drain every ramming penis of its sweet load. Streams of cum flooded from her stuffed mouth, vagina, and ass, and the tangle of bodies on the bed writhed and shook in one huge, mutual orgasm....
Outside the window, young Vaughn's thin face flushed with envy and frantic lust. God, how he wanted to cum like that, with the abandoned howling and humping taking place so near to him and yet so far from attainment. Well, things would be different now! If he was lucky enough to find a girl who'd have him, he'd play it right, he'd give her all the sweet fucking she wanted....He felt a warning hotness in his cock and quickly moved away from the window, leaned against the cabin, and shot his cum into the air in a high, lonely arc. He lost awareness of everything for a moment, and then, blushing and ashamed, he quickly zipped up and crept away....
Angela lay flushed and satisfied in Tod's arms, while the sweaty little boys and the panting dog relaxed beside them on the bed.
"Well," she cooed, "does everyone feel better now?"
"I'm here to tell you!" Tod said. "You really milked me dry, baby! I don't think I'll get it up again for at least a decade!"
"I wouldn't count on that, Mr. Ames," said Tom earnestly. "Mrs. Gordon can make it hard again for you in no time."
"I'll bet she can, at that!" said Tod. He stroked Angela's huge breasts affectionately.
"Man, I'm roasting!" complained Rusty. "I feel like a swim."
"Great!" said Tom. "Let's go! Come on, Rex!"
The happy boys made for the door, the St. Bernard bounding along with them, and Tod called out to them, "Well be along a little later, boys, okay?"
"Sure, Dad!" said Rusty. "See you then!"
When the sound of laughing and barking had vanished in the distance, Tod Ames sighed and looked down at Angela Gordon, who returned his smile and gently petted his limp, satisfied cock. He was thinking, to have a woman like this, who's really all woman, open and loving and crazy about sex-what more could a guy possibly want? But he'd been such a bastard to her at first, could she possibly want him? He'd come storming into her cabin as an outraged prude, hardly the kind of man for a sensual, liberated woman like Angela.
"Look," he said in a husky, hesitant voice, "Rusty said youVe been like a mother to him. Do you think you could go on being that way? I mean, would you want to?"
Angela blushed and busied herself in playing with his cock, curling her fingers around it possessively and giving it a mischievous, sweet pumping. She wanted to go on playing with it for a long time-say, twenty or thirty years at the very least. Impulsively she leaned down and sucked it a little, then remembered that she hadn't answered Tod's question.
"Be a mother to Rusty?" she said softly. "I'd love to. Especially if it meant being around you."
Tod squeezed her in his arms. "That's exactly what it would mean." He slowly caressed her soft, voluptuous body and wondered if he could handle this much woman. "I just hope I can do right by you, Angela. I mean, I'm not as young as I used to be, and I imagine you need a lot of, uh, attention."
"Oh," she said and giggled, "I don't think you've got any problem there. Look!"
He glanced down and saw that his cock was hard again, huge and flushed and ready in her playing hand. "You know, Angela," he said, "I think you're just what I need. I-"
"Sshh!" she interrupted, bending down and preparing to suck his stiff cock into her mouth. "No use talking to me now-I won't be able to answer you."
